Unspoken Desire Pt 03

The following week turned out even more humiliating for David. Now that Hank had pressed his heavy heel down on him, he felt like a trapped mouse. His boss not only knew of his embarrassing situation, but also carried the footage of his perversion in his pocket.

Even worse: now that Hank knew how far David was willing to be pushed and degraded, he was unbearably cocky and evil toward the employee. From Monday through Friday, David was bossed around, and had to deal with sexual jokes and innuendos from the man who had stretched his wife's pussy. Hank would bother him with the most trivial tasks: bringing coffee, dusting off the shelves, lighting up his cigar, and even polishing his shoes.

David whined and hesitated, but would eventually break and obey as soon as Hank pointed at the phone in his pocket. The boss had a satisfied smirk on his face at all times, and people in the office spread rumors about what had happened between them. Nobody knew exactly why David was suddenly being punished by the boss, or why the boss made remarks about a very fun weekend he had, but people were not completely oblivious.

David felt paranoid as his colleagues - men and women - talked around him and let out chuckles behind his back. He wondered what they were commenting on, and if somebody had the nerve to question him or Hank about it. The boss was clearly enjoying the mystery - not telling anyone exactly what had happened, but making humorous remarks to spike even more rumors. The truth was: deep down, everyone suspected David was a cuck. And the most embarrassing part was that every time he thought about it, his dick throbbed and twitched in his pants!

On Friday evening, David and Emma decided to breathe some air and drive to one of their favorite restaurants in the downtown area. The place was spacious yet warm, and crowded enough so they could merge into the crowd and entertain themselves. Emma wore her short white dress, which contrasted against her recently tanned skin - her pink complexion was now complimented by a layer of sunny red, which made her even more appetizing.

Her juicy legs were mostly exposed, as well as her natural breasts, which were squeezed against the soft fabric, and when David took a closer look, he noticed she was not wearing a bra! Her large nipples were slightly perceptible through the fabric. She smelled fresh and fruity, and her hair was styled in waves that fell over her shoulders. She looked more than tempting with her natural makeup and glossy nude lipstick.

They found a table upstairs, in a more private space decorated with exotic plants and tapestries, and warm lamps which covered some of the couples nearby. When Emma sat down, her tits jiggled deliciously, and David's mouth watered. Although they were not having penetrative sex anymore - Emma said she needed to recover from Hank's extra large cock - David still desired her sweet tits and wished he could suck on them. In reality, he knew her tits now belonged to his boss, and the thought of the filthy bastard biting her nipples made his dick twitch again.

Emma took a sip of wine and smiled at David.

"I'm so glad you've accepted our new arrangement," she said. "At first, I thought I was wrong for enjoying it so much, but seeing the way you reacted, I feel comfortable to savor the amazing sex we're having."

David gulped some wine and almost choked on it. He knew that "we" did not include him.

"I'm glad you're having fun..." he said in a low volume, and then looked around to see if anybody was listening. "Is he... is he really that much better?"

Emma chuckled and played with her hair before answering. She knew what her husband wanted to hear.

"He's so much better as a man. He's bigger, stronger, hotter... he knows how to treat my pussy and my body. He knows exactly how to push every button! At first, I thought I didn't need a man like him... I thought he was rude and gross, but then, when he fingered me and said filthy things in my ear, it was like my brain was slowly melting. I let myself go, and gave in... and it felt so good to be dominated."

"I mean... is it really THAT good?" David asked pathetically.

"Yes, it's THAT good. The power of a big older man with a big cock is overwhelming, in comparison to an average, young beta male..." she let out. "The truth is, men from an older generation are much better. They were raised as real men, during a time when women were submissive to them. Hank knows how to treat a young lady, and it's delicious to give in, to let him win..."

"What about me? Did you ever enjoy having sex with me?" inquired David.

"Of course, baby... it's just different. You are soft and lovely, like an angel. But Hank is... Hank is like a big bad wolf... a big dirty animal. He triggers something very primal in me!" Emma moved uncomfortably all of a sudden.

"Your desire to be dominated?" suggested David.

"My desire to be... a woman..." Emma moaned and her body spasmed. "He's a total man, and he makes me feel like a woman... I can't really explain it! But he told me that the difference is simple: he has a big manly cock, and you have a limp beta dick, and a woman will choose what's best for her pussy!"

"He told you that! ...What's that? Are you okay?" asked David, observing his wife's body move in strange ways. He suddenly heard a buzzing coming from her.

"I... I have to tell you something..." she said and moaned again, as her breath intensified. "Hank wants to take my anal virginity."

"What? But you said you'd never do such a thing!" protested David.

"I know, I know! But I can't say no to him. The idea is starting to make me... curious..." she moaned again and looked down at her crotch. "He said I will give him something special, something not even my husband will have: my anal cherry! Is that wrong?"

"Why... why are you shaking?" David stuttered and observed his wife.

"I have it in me," she said meekly.

"You have what in you?"

"He gave me a butt plug," she confessed. "Don't worry! It's small and soft... and it vibrates too, whenever he presses the button."

"What?!"

"It's vibrating right now... ooo, I feel so slutty... That can only mean one thing: he's here somewhere."

"Hank is here?" David gulped and looked around. "He's following us?"

"Well, not really... I let him know we were coming."

As soon as Emma finished her last sentence, a big strong hand landed on David's shoulder, and the masculine scent of Hank's cologne was unmistakable.

"Good evening, lovebirds," said Hank, in his raspy tone. He did not wait for an answer or an invitation to sit down, right by Emma's side. "You look lovely, sweetheart," he said in her ear - his eyes almost devouring her body.

"Hank, please be subtle," she whispered back and tried to move his hairy arm away from her.

"Don't worry. I'm sure nobody suspects what happened between us," Hank said ironically and chuckled.

David felt his chest burn in a mixture of anger and excitement. He watched as his wife and his boss made small talk in front of him - their bodies dangerously close to each other. The few couples nearby seemed unaware or not interested in what they were doing, although David could swear he saw a few glimpses from the corner of their eyes.

A young male waiter appeared and awkwardly talked to them. He seemed a little intimidated by Hank and Emma, but did not pay much attention to David. He seemed to think that Emma was Hank's wife. The boss ordered an expensive amount of food for them, and chose the wine as well.

"One bottle for me and this lovely lady," he said and smirked at Emma. "and Coca-Cola for the boy."

The waiter looked at David with a confused expression, probably waiting for him to say something, but David kept quiet until he walked away. Being called a boy in front of a stranger felt particularly humiliating to him, and his face burned for a while. He tried to manage his anger and not cause a scene, as that would make things worse.

Hank ate the food and drank more wine than usual, and talked only to Emma the entire time. She smiled and giggled at his absurd stories and provocative jokes. They talked to each other for an entire hour, barely acknowledging David's presence. When they did, it was usually an emasculating remark, or the memory of humiliating moments which happened in the office - the ones Hank was proud to remember in full detail. Emma's eyes navigated over Hank's hairy arms and wide chest, both partially exposed in his white dress shirt.

When they finished their last glass of wine, Hank casually moved one arm to her legs, and caressed them as they continued the conversation. She gasped but allowed his subtle touch, looking around to see if anybody noticed. Nobody seemed to care, so Hank moved his hand deeper, until her mouth opened and she let out a faint moan.

"Relax, pussycat," Hank said in her ear.

He was clearly touching her pussy - his fingers between her legs, reaching for her panties and feeling her wet spot. David could imagine the entire thing in his head, just by the way she reacted. The boss grinned and continued to say dirty things in her ear, inaudible to everyone else.

Hank's arms moved slightly faster, and Emma bit her lip and tried not to moan again. The bastard was fingering her wet pussy right under the table, and nobody but David seemed to have noticed! Hank suddenly turned to David and mouthed the silent words, "She's so wet..."

David felt his dick stiffening in his pants. He could faintly hear a moist sound coming from her, from under the table, a sound that was masked by the noise of the restaurant, but still sent shivers down his spine. Hank was fingerfucking her faster! And she seemed close to an orgasm...

Hank grabbed his phone with his other hand and pressed a few buttons. The buzzing sound came back, and Emma let out a little squeal. Her entire body spasmed, and she tried to bite her hand. With her pussy being ruthlessly fingered and her butthole vibrating, she took only a minute to shake into a big orgasm. Finally, the couples nearby seemed to notice her enthusiasm and peeked in her direction, but it was too late. She gasped and moaned and enjoyed her climax, as Hank chuckled in her ear.

They had to stand up moments later. Hank told David to take Emma outside and wait for him, as he paid for the meal, and ordered a bottle of champagne. Emma was a little dizzy, but the fresh air brought some of the color back to her face.

"Did... did people notice?" she asked.

"Uh... not really. Maybe a little bit," replied David.

"I couldn't stop him! It felt so hot... he makes me feel like a little slut," she said.

"It's okay, baby," David said and caressed her hair.

Emma bit her lip and her face lit up in a beautiful smile. She hugged him and kissed his lips lovingly, before mumbling sweet words in his ear.

"You're the best hubby..."

His dick twitched painfully in his pants, and he tried to kiss her back, before Hank walked out of the building and decided their fate for the night.

"Boy, you drive. I'll take care of her... in the backseat," Hank said with a grin.

Driving back home was quite difficult: David had to pay attention to the road and at the same time peek through the rear-view mirror, to check if Hank was treating his wife accordingly. The boss made her sit on top of him, her legs spread around his lap, and her short dress sliding all the way up to reveal her wet pink panties.

Hank did not waste any more time. His fat fingers pulled her panties to the side, and he fingered her extra moist entrance, driving her seemingly mad. She hugged his neck, and they french-kissed lewdly, with the wet sounds of her pussy and their mouths echoing on the car walls. It was impossible not to pay attention to every detail and sound, but David kept his cool and drove safely through the highway and into the tunnel.

As soon as they entered the tunnel, Hank took the opportunity to open his zipper, and his monster cock came out of his fly like in a porn movie. Boing! It pointed straight up - the veins throbbing and ready for action, and he positioned the head against her soft dripping vulva.

"Sit on it, babygirl," he said in her ear.

Emma moaned in ecstasy, as her pussy slowly swallowed his girth, stretching herself all the way again. It took one minute for her to accommodate him completely, until her crotch lay flat against his.

"Fuck, it's so perfect!" she let out.

"What's so perfect, honey?" asked Hank.

"Your big alpha cock! It's so much bigger than my husband's! Uhhhnnn!" she moaned and started jumping up and down, like some crazy rabbit.

"That's it, jump on that big alpha cock, whore." Hank grabbed her waist and helped her body collide against his. His hands pulled her dress until her ass cheeks were completely exposed. The end of her butt plug was pink and shiny, strangely sparkling between her buttocks.

Hank squeezed and slapped Emma's ass cheeks to encourage her fucking motion. The more he slapped her, the more she jumped on him, and the more she moaned and whined for his cock. Next, he pulled down the top of her dress, and her tits came out, jiggling in his face, and the sounds of him sucking on her nipples were the filthiest thing David had ever heard inside of a car.

David drove out of the tunnel and into the suburbs, and tried not to hit anything in the way, as the loud sound of sex came from the backseat. He wondered if anybody could hear them, as the boss spread her legs wider and started thrusting upward into her fanny with all his might.

The filthy backseat fucking continued all the way home, and when David finally parked in front of the house, he had to clear his throat and announce the arrival.

"Uhum... excuse me! We've arrived!" his voice came out in a meek protest.

"Fuck, that pussy feels so good on my shaft," observed Hank, completely ignoring everything else.

"Careful, people will hear you!" whispered David.

"Yeah, stretch my pussy, stretch my little pussy..." said Emma.

"I will stretch your pussy and something else..." said Hank, and his finger reached for her ass cheeks and pressed on her little butt plug, which was firmly in place. Then he stared at David for the first time. "Cuck, take the bottle of champagne and wait for us in the living room. You better assume your position as a footstool, and there better be two glasses waiting for us," he threatened.

David gulped and quietly left the car. He ran into the house, hoping the neighbors were all asleep, as he opened the front door with the bottle in his hand. The house was quiet and warm inside, and he ran to the kitchen and grabbed two glasses, and then ran to the living room.

Two minutes later, he heard the car door open and close. Hank carried Emma into the house - her arms wrapped around his shoulders like a cute doll. He moved her like a feather, and they had the decency of hiding their lower parts before walking outside. Hank carried her to the big sofa, where David had assumed his position, and the boss guffawed cruelly.

"The cuck learns fast!" he observed, and grabbed the glasses and the bottle of champagne.

"Oh, Hank, you know that turns me on..." said Emma.

"You heard that, buddy? She likes seeing you down there."

"I like the way you step on him... it makes you even sexier!" explained Emma.

"Yeah, baby, I know exactly what you mean." Hank grinned, then grabbed her nipples and sucked on her tits for a while.

They sat down on the couch, poured the champagne and kissed for a good while. Hank was the first one to raise his legs and rest his feet on David's back, and Emma copied him a minute later. They enjoyed themselves, drinking and saying lewd things to each other. Hank grabbed his phone again and made her butt plug vibrate, sending waves of pleasure through her shining body.

Hank fingered her pussy once more, forcing her to have another wave of spasms, while kissing and biting her ear, slapping her bouncy tits and tonguing her hard nipples. As they became more and more comfortable, their legs and their feet became heavier, and David felt the pain and discomfort all over him. Meanwhile, the pressure in his pants continued, and he could feel a puddle of precum in his briefs - a shameful admission of his inferiority.

"Now polish my cock, sweetheart. Get me wet for your butt," ordered Hank.

"I... I don't know if I want it. I never do anal!" said Emma, with hesitation in her tone.

"And we're changing that rule tonight. All you need to do is obey me, whore," said Hank, before he slapped her buttocks.

Emma whined but followed the instruction reluctantly. She lowered her head toward his crotch, and his schlong came out of his fly again. She sucked and slurped the tip first, and then tried to swallow half of its length, before Hank's hand pushed her all the way down. She protested and begged for air, but he fucked her mouth nonstop for a while, until her eyes rolled back and her face turned red.

When she was about to pass out, he released her, and his cock came out of her throat with a stupid wet sound. Hank rested his obscenely heavy feet on David's back during the entire throat bashing.

"Catch your breath and go down on it, come on. Keep sucking, pussycat," said Hank.

Emma moaned and touched her pussy, and allowed Hank's cock to enter her throat again and again... Each time she took a break and then opened her mouth for more, the boss grabbed her hair and throatfucked her mercilessly. His hips thrust upward and he assaulted her in an unstoppable rhythm. When he was finally satisfied, her red face was covered in her own saliva, and tears had fallen from her eyes and blurred her mascara.

"My back hurts..." protested David.

"Good, get used to it," said Hank. "Now it's time to take your wife's anal cherry. Thanks for keeping her intact for me, by the way." He stood up and grabbed Emma like a rag doll, throwing her over his shoulder.

"I don't think this is a good idea!" she let out.

"I'll change your mind," replied Hank.

As the boss walked toward the stairs, with Emma protesting on his shoulder, David stood up and tried to save her from her fate.

"She doesn't want to give up her anal virginity!" he said bravely, his heart beating fast. "P-put her down and take that... thing out of her butthole!"

Hank turned around casually and gave a loud, fat slap to David's cheek. A humiliating sound echoed all over the house. Emma moaned in shock. The fat smack was perfectly impactful.

"Never tell me what to do, pussyboy," Hank said confidently. "I'm the man of the house and I decide what's best for her."

David just stood there in silence, his face burning and stars sparkling around his eyes, and the word "pussyboy" echoing in his brain. He heard the heavy footsteps as Hank took Emma upstairs. At that moment, he realized his boss could take a dump in his mouth and he would not be man enough to stop him! And the worst part: the degrading fat smack made his dick twitch! And so he ran to the bedroom to watch the inevitable anal deflowering of his wife.

Hank was a real man - a strong and powerful one - and it made a lot of sense that he would be the one to stretch Emma's most private part for the first time. In the back of David's head, he knew that Hank deserved this reward, not only for being the alpha male of the relationship, but for giving David everything he had in life. It was a prize the superior older man deserved. That smack must have been really hard... because David's head was spinning, and he was beginning to feel like a submissive sissy, almost wanting to worship his boss!

David touched his beta boner, as Hank laid Emma on the bed and removed all of her clothes. Her soft and plump body shined under the warm light, and her tanned red skin accentuated her paler tits and crotch area, creating a very lewd and tropical version of her. She looked as if she had been baked under the sun, like a delicious dessert. Her fat sweaty tits jiggled left and right, as Hank slapped her buttocks and forced her to spread her ass cheeks.