The Cost of Doing Business (closed)

Travis spread his thighs so that she could sit close to his crotch. He grinned as her eyes were inexorably drawn to the fat bulge. He'd gotten kicked off the beach the last time he'd worn this in public; a bunch of mothers had whined to the lifeguard that he was being obscene around young children. Watching Jessica try not to stare at it now was just too much fun.

"You've been aching to touch it all week, haven't you? No husband at home and no sex with me at work. You're probably just aching for it."

He put his hands behind his head and lay back on the lounge chair. "I'll let you have this first one however you like. Want to suck me off? Want to ride me like a cowgirl? I'll let you decide."
 
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He sat with his legs spread obscenely so, that massive cock of his just twitching to be let loose. She could feel her heart pounding. At least here there were no neighbors watching them, or to overhear them.

She kept finding her eyes drawn to his crotch. She knew what the monster looked like up close and personal. She could feel herself getting wetter by the minute. She had to keep him from finding that out. Her only option was to dive in and get wet all over.

You've been aching to touch it all week, haven't you? No husband at home and no sex with me at work. You're probably just aching for it.

She watched him lean back, very sure of himself. Like he was some prize to be won. It made her angry.

I'll let you have this first one however you like. Want to suck me off? Want to ride me like a cowgirl? I'll let you decide.

She stood and looked down at him.

"You think that I desire you? You're here because of a little thing called blackmail. Though that's a word I'm not suppose to use. But if you stop and think about it, that's what it is. What do I desire? I desire a swim."

She headed for the pool.
 

"Fucking bitch!" Travis snarled. Jessica's continuing refusal to accept the bargain she'd made infuriated the intern. He lunged out of the lounge chair and caught up to her in one quick stride.

"Don't you walk away from me!" Travis missed his grab for her left wrist but managed to hook his fingertips inside the waistband of her bikini. The material lifted a few inches off her hip, but it arrested her forward momentum and toppled her backwards.

Travis swiftly overpowered his flailing opponent and shoved her into the lounge chair he'd so recently occupied. He followed her down, straddling her chest in order to pin her down. The oversized bulge in his Speedo now rested scant inches from her bikini-clad bosom.

"Do not mistake yourself, Missy," he growled, waving an imperious finger in her face. "Your 'desire' is always to keep me happy. I'm being fucking generous when I give you a choice; don't you fucking dare throw it back in my face!

"I don't have to give you a damn thing. I can just take what I want. This belongs to me now!" Travis reached behind him and grabbed her pussy to demonstrate.

He paused as his fingers encountered warm dampness. His furious expression gave way to bemusement as he recognized the sensation. "You . . . are . . . hot for me," he murmured slowly. His gaze bore down into hers. "So was it just being near me that gets you wet? Or do you get off when I get physical with you? Do you get off on being slapped around, Jessie?"
 
She almost made it to the pool. Almost.

She could hear Travis angry behind her.

Fucking bitch!

She could hear him coming for her. He was behind her in one stride, grabbing for her.

Don't you walk away from me!

She felt his fingertips snag her bikini bottoms, pulling her back by the fabric. She reached out, trying to stop her fall back. The water was so close!

He grabbed her and shove her back into the chair that he had just vacated. She could feel the dampness along her back of where he had rested after his swim.

In one quick move, he was on her body, that obscene bulge of his almost resting between her generous breast. She was pinned to the lounge chair by the intern.

Do not mistake yourself, Missy. Your 'desire' is always to keep me happy. I'm being fucking generous when I give you a choice; don't you fucking dare throw it back in my face! I don't have to give you a damn thing. I can just take what I want. This belongs to me now!

And then he reached back, his fingers grabbing her bikini-covered pussy, by now almost sopping wet.

His expression changed. Where there was anger, his face now showed bemused triumph. She felt his fingers playing with the crotch of her swimsuit, the material getting wetter by the minute.

You . . . are . . . hot for me. So was it just being near me that gets you wet? Or do you get off when I get physical with you? Do you get off on being slapped around, Jessie?

She stared back at him, refusing to speak. How could she say what she couldn't believe herself? That it was all of the above. That when his massive cock stretched her open, that thing fucking her like it owned her, that it turned her on. That when her grabbed her and shoved her over, fucking her like he owned her, it turned her on. She, a powerful woman in charge of a whole department at work, up for an even more powerful job, wanting to be under the control of a man like Travis.

Kenneth would never do anything like this to her. Kenneth was sweet and gentle. But not Travis.

She kept her mouth shut. She was not going to tell him what he was starting to figure out, what she herself was just starting to understand.
 

Jessica twitched beneath him, her nostrils flaring indignantly. But she kept her lips firmly clamped.

"Fine," he declared. "Let's see how long you can keep quiet."

Travis massaged his fingers against her crotch. "Why," he mused, "I do believe that's a clit I feel." He fingered the hardened nub through her bikini.

"And that means. . . ." Travis pressed firmly a short distance below, shoving his index finger and her bikini an inch into her pussy.
 
Jessica was pinned beneath Travis as he straddled her body. The bulge in his speedos was too close. Memories of a titty fuck flashed through her memory, of her bent over her desk as he fucked her for the first time, stretching her beyond what she thought possible. She couldn't let him know just how much she craved sex with him. How much sex with Kenneth had become dull and boring. How she was finding how much she enjoyed being under Travis' rule, being forced to do what he wanted. How could she be so sick?

She clinched her jaw, used her willpower to keep her face set neutral. He would own her if her knew. He already knew too much as it was.

Fine. Let's see how long you can keep quiet.

He reached back, his fingers feeling her through her bikini bottoms. He hit the spot and she stiffened up.

Why, I do believe that's a clit I feel. And that means. . . .

And with that, his finger pressed up into her, taking the bikini with it. She was sopping wet. She tried pushing against his legs, trying to get him off of her body. He was immovable! Damn him!

Her pussy was gripping his finger. Her hips trying to push him off but they seemed to push his finger in deeper.
 

Jessica's hips moved beneath him as Travis finger shoved the bikini as far inside her as the fabric would stretch. He fingered her from within for a bit, then removed his intrusion. He followed it by slipping his hand inside her bikini and plunging two fingers as deep inside as he could reach.

"You're positively dripping," he declared. "Don't tell me you don't enjoy this. Your body already tells me you do."

Travis was becoming aroused as well. The bulge in his Speedo began to lengthen along the waistband, curving towards his hip.

"Give me a hand here, Jess," he urged. "Take my cock out for me. You can stroke it if you like."
 
His fabric-covered finger acted as a stopper in a bottle, soaking up the wetness between her legs. Once he removed the fabric of her bikini from inside her, she felt her juices flow freely as his hand slipped inside the bikini bottoms. His fingers homed in on her needy sex and he shoved what felt like two finger deep into that dark, moist place. Without thinking, internal muscles gripped his digits, as if wishing for more but accepting what was offered.

You're positively dripping. Don't tell me you don't enjoy this. Your body already tells me you do.

His cock was so close and she could smell his arousal as his bulge began to press against his swimsuit. That mammoth thing really did not fit in such a small thing. But then, her pussy was even smaller than that suit, and he managed to fit it up inside her.

Damn Travis!

Give me a hand here, Jess. Take my cock out for me. You can stroke it if you like.

For once, his voice was neither taunting nor belittling. It was quiet and coaxing and she found herself touching the bulge, her hand feeling the throbbing monster hidden by the stretching fabric. As his fingers played in that wet hole between her legs, her fingers slid along the bulge, almost as if playing with him. She looked up to see him watching her. And for once, it looked like want was in his eyes.

Cool, dainty fingers slipped beneath the waistband of the speedo. The throbbing cock longed to be set free, but this time, she was in charge of something. Though he kept her pinned to the chair, she was in charge of the thing growing larger by the second in her hand.

His fingers hit her g-spot and she bucked beneath him, her hips thrusting upward as a moan left her lips. Without realizing it, her hand squeezed his cock as the other hand pulled back the fabric, allowing his cock to spring free.

The smell of him fill her nostrils as she felt her body begin producing more cream, as if preparing the way. With both hands, she started stroking, watching and feeling the monster grow towards that magnificent cock that she had been recently introduced to.

In the back of her brain, a small voice kept calling to her. "Kenneth! kenneth." It seemed to grow fainter by the minute.
 

Travis could feel Jessica writhe beneath him. Perhaps some of it was a vain hope of tossing him off so that she might escape. But he knew that was a small part of it at best.

Travis laid his left hand along Jessica's throat. He didn't squeeze, but merely let his fingers rest against her tender skin. Just enough to reinforce that he has control of her.

"Ooooh, " he sighed with a long exhalation. Jessica's hands pulled aside his Speedo and let his expanding erection free. "That's it, sweet cheeks. Stroke me nice and slow."

Jessica's hips lifted up against him as his manual stimulation continued. Her pupils seemed so large as she stared at his swelling cock. She needed both hands just to control its massive girth and it was still growing.

"Your heart is really pumping," he observed, tracing his left thumb along her carotid. "And look how you are breathing You are so close to cumming. So close!

" Stop fighting it, Jess. Just let loose. I want to hear you cum, Jess. I want to feel you cum right beneath me. And then I'm going to fuck you till you cum again and again"
 
She lay under him, totally under his control. She told herself she didn't like it but deep down inside, she found it exciting, stimulating. His hand rested against her neck, not tight, but the power was still there as his fingers caressed her skin.

Ooooh. That's it, sweet cheeks. Stroke me nice and slow.

His fingers kept up their stimulation and she could hear the wet sounds they made as they plundered her sex. Occasionally his fingertips would curl up and brush that special spot that shot electricity through her body.

It took both of her hands to hold onto his cock. She slowly stroked him, using his precum to help supply lubrication. And still he continued to grow. She wondered if he had ever measured this monster.

Your heart is really pumping. And look how you are breathing You are so close to cumming. So close! Stop fighting it, Jess. Just let loose. I want to hear you cum, Jess. I want to feel you cum right beneath me. And then I'm going to fuck you till you cum again and again.

He was right. She was so close. So close to cuming.

His fingers seemed to dig deeper as the pad of his hand started rubbing her clit. She felt his fingers brushing, rubbing that spot as his hand dragged on her clit. Her breath was catching in her throat. With her mouth dropping open, she was gasping for air. She had been having to be quiet when she came at work. But here, he wanted to hear her noises and it was suddenly hard to be vocal.

Again he did it, and again until her body gave up and pushed her over the edge. With her head thrown back as much as possible, her scream was a low, throaty growl, like a wild animal caged as her pussy gripped his fingers. Cum poured forth, coating his hand and puddling on the lounger. Nipples pressed hard against her bikini top and looked as if they wanted to poke a hole in the material.

Without realizing it, she gripped hard his cock, hanging on as his members grew.
 

Travis grinned as Jessica finally bucked her hips beneath him. An uncharacteristically low noise issued from her throat as an unmistakable orgasm cursed through her. A fresh flood of her juices swept over his fingers as her pelvis shook beneath him last.

Travis removed his hands from her and let the climax play out while he waited. Her breasts surged against her bikini -- almost ready to escape their too-snug confines -- as her lungs gasped for oxygen. It took a few minutes till her breathing slowed and her body settled.

Despite her orgasm, her hands remained locked around his cock. The effort was difficult given his girth and the shiny coating of precum that covered the veiny surface. Yet still she pumped him, urging to grow harder and larger.

"That was fucking hot, Jessie, " he praised. "You've been aching to cum like that for awhile, haven't you?"

Jessica's nostrils flared as she breathed, but she offered no response.

"You've got me pretty hot, too, " Travis continued. "Especially if you keep - unh - stroking me like that."

Travis leaned forward. In his present position, the head of his cock reached just about to her sternum. Leaning forward, he let it sink into her copious cleavage till completely enveloped. Jessica continued to stroke the lower portion not encompassed by her mounds.

"So unless I move in a minute or so, I'm going to blow my load all over your tits and face," Travis warned. "But I think that's exactly what you want, isn't it?"
 
That was fucking hot, Jessie. You've been aching to cum like that for awhile, haven't you?

She was slowly coming down from her orgasm, somewhat embarrassed and yet turned on by his quiet dominance. But she could not give him that. She was a married woman. And now, someone else - another man - would have had sex with her in her own house, probably soon to be their own bed. She could feel the guilt growing at the thought.

You've got me pretty hot, too. Especially if you keep - unh - stroking me like that.

He leaned in pressing the tip of his cock into her cleavage, leaving room for her to continue stroking him near the base. There was a pleased smirk on his face.

So unless I move in a minute or so, I'm going to blow my load all over your tits and face. But I think that's exactly what you want, isn't it?

'Yeah,' she thought. 'Better on my boobs and face than in my pussy.' Somehow, a hand job did not seem as cheating as actual intercourse. Thoughts of Clinton standing there saying "I did not have sex" ran through her head. Who was she fooling? She was cheating, betraying Kenneth.
 
Travis looked to Jessica for a response. Would the haughty executive assert herself? Would she demand he show more deference to her?

Her eyes didn't meet his gaze, though. Her lust-glazed pupils seemed entirely focused on the massive cockhead nestled between her deep cleavage. Meanwhile, her hands continued to stroke his shaft as best she could given its overwhelming girth.

Had his mouth not been open wide to gasp for oxygen, Travis might have smiled. For all her claims of superiority, she couldn't refuse him. She'd rather let him blow his load in her face like some porn video slut than say no to him.

"Yeah. You want. It bad. Don't you?" he huffed, his words chopped between his rapid breathing. His cock felt heavy as lead and hard as steel. He was so close.

Travis put his hand at the back of her head and her forward till her chin nearly touched her chest. With her face now aimed directly at his massive erection, he grunted loudly as the first gushes of sticky cum surged out of him. "Unh! Unnnnnnh! Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
 
She kept quiet and continued to strike him, watching the monster grow. She didn't dare look him in the eyes, for fear that he would see the want in them. The desire to be fucked by him. What kind of wife was she? An immoral one?

All her life, she had belittled women that cheated in their husbands. They had made an oath. And yet, here she was, staring at a cock not her husband's.

Yeah. You want. It bad. Don't you?

He tilted her head, lining it up as he wanted. She didn't want it and yet she craved it.

She closed her eyes just as, with a grunt and shout, he let loose with ropes of cum. He hit her face repeatedly, coating her forehead, then her nose before the third shot landed in her mouth. Fourth hit her left cheek. Fifth was back in her mouth and sixth hit her chin. On it went though each subsequent ejaculation was less. The last couple dribbled onto her chest and tits.

She lay there underneath him, swallowing the cum in her mouth. She looked up at him, white seed decorating her body.
 
Travis smiled down at Jessica with undisguised glee. Her face and neck looked like a glazed donut. Cum covered her in wide swatches of white. He could still not believe that Miss I'm Better Than You had let him show such disdain for her. None of his girlfriends would ever have let him do this, but this insanely beautiful woman had. The feeling of power this gave him was thrilling.

He pushed back off her and stood up. He dispensed with the Speedo around his thighs. No real point in clothing at this point.

His gaze shifted to Jessica. No point in her wearing clothes, either. "Stand up," he directed. "And take off your swimsuit. You won't be needing it."

Travis nodded his head towards the house. "Come show me around the place. I want to see how the wealthy live." He grinned, then added, "Why not start with the master bedroom?"
 
He grinned down at her, obviously proud of himself. She wanted to slap him, but didn't dare. Though at least he had not cum in her, she knew that his visit was not over.

Standing up, he finished sliding the swimsuit off, his huge cock not exactly at rest and yet certainly not completely erect.

Glancing at her where he had left her on the lounge chair dressed in a bikini and cum, he told her,

Stand up. And take off your swimsuit. You won't be needing it.

She could see by the way he was ordering her around that he easily got off on this.

Come show me around the place. I want to see how the wealthy live. Why not start with the master bedroom?

He headed for indoors, not bothering to look back at her. Her eyes automatically went right to his ass cheeks. Standing, she walked over to the pool and dove in. She swam along the bottom of the pool, the water and her hands wiping the cum off of her body. As she headed for the shallow end, she could see an unhappy Travis waiting there for her. She stood up and walked towards the steps, wringing the water from the saltwater pool out of her strawberry blonde hair as she stepped out of the pool. A quick pull of ties on either hip and she was able to pull off the bikini bottoms.

As he watched, she untied the swimsuit top and dropped the wet thing on top of the matching bottoms, pushing past him to lead the way to the master bedroom.

She could feel him behind her as she led the way up the stairs. The bedroom was done in the colors of mint and chocolate brown and it had always been a place just for her and Kenneth. But that was probably going to change now.
 
Jessica didn't follow immediately. Instead, she crossed to the pool and dove in. Travis frowned. He'd liked the image of her walking before him, naked and drenched in cum. Naked but clean seemed less humiliating.

Jessica climbed out of the pool and removed her swimsuit. God, she was gorgeous. That tiny little waist and those huge tits. The pink little pussy with the thin strip of strawberry blonde curls, glistening with water from her swim.

Jessica wordlessly passed by him, so he turned his attention to her rear as he fell in step behind her. Her ass was incredible, too. And her tits were so large that he could see sideboob on either side as she walked. Had that always been true? Or were her breasts somehow larger than when they'd first started fucking all those weeks ago?

Jessica lead him into a bedroom. Brown and green. Seemed atypical as a color choice, but it probably meant it was expensive.

The plethora of pillows at the headboard made clear a woman slept here. All his girlfriends were that way: tons of pillows. And usually a stuffed animal or three, though not for Jessica.

The bed was flanked on either side by a small nightstand. A somewhat masculine pair of reading glasses sat on one, so that was probably the husband's. Travis glanced at the other and pondered what might be inside its drawers. As cold as Jessica was, even she must have a toy or two. Vibrator? Dildo? Ball gag? Who knew what Jessica was like when she was alone.

"So this is where the magic happens, " he declared snarkily. "You and the hubby, getting hot and heavy right here.... Lots of fireworks, I bet." Travis' grin belied his words. Jessica enjoyed fucking him far too much for him to believe that her sex life had been utterly satisfying at home.

"Guess we'll make some memories here." Travis stepped to her and placed his hand on her cheek. "Lots and lots of memories."

He paused, then added. "But first, let's clean you up. You smell like chlorine."

The master bathroom lay through a door in the west corner, so he stepped through. The room was quite spacious, with a long counter with dual sinks, a dedicated shower, and a whirlpool bath.

He crossed to the shower and opened the door for her. The shower was walled on three sides with thick glass. The shower head was centrally mounted high overhead and began to rain down warm water as soon as he turned the taps on the wall.

"In you go," he directed, placing a hand at the small of her back. Travis, however, followed her inside. The shower was roomy for one, but somewhat close quarters for two. His bare chest pressed up against her back as he reached from behind to the liquid soap dispenser.

He squirted a handful of the scented soap into his hand and began to lather up her breasts. Meanwhile, his cock began to rise with renewed vigor, sliding against her ass and thighs.
 
So this is where the magic happens. You and the hubby, getting hot and heavy right here.... Lots of fireworks, I bet.

She wanted to hit him. It was wrong talking about Kenneth like that. And about what they did at night. Or didn't do. Kenneth was good and kind to her. It wasn't his fault that sex was not exciting. They were both executives. He was starting and running his own business and her, working hard to fight her way up the ranks on her job.

So it had been a while since things had been hot and heavy. So the pile of paperback books in her bottom drawer had become rather plentiful. So things had become rather perfunctory. They still loved each other.

Guess we'll make some memories here. Lots and lots of memories.

He walked up and stroked her cheek - almost as if he cared about her. But she knew it was a bunch of bull. She was merely his blackmail project. Oh, that's right! She was not supposed to use that word!

But first, let's clean you up. You smell like chlorine.

He led her to the shower in the bathroom. It was weird. They were walking around naked in her house like they belonged together. And she noticed, without meaning to, that his cock was starting get a bit more excited. Shit! She just wanted this to all be over so she could get him out of the house and the place cleaned up before Kenneth got back.

He crossed to the shower, opening the door and ushered her in with a hand to the small of her back.

In you go.

He followed her into the shower, pressing up against her back and reaching around her to squirt the liquid soap in his hand before rubbing his hands all over her breast. The lather was generous and the scent of it heady. And quite against her will, it felt good. She closed her eyes and clenched her teeth. His chest rubbed against her back, his cock pressing against her butt and thigh. That cock that she was beginning to know so well. Her heart was beating wildly, and she was starting to breath hard. She fought to get herself under control, putting a hand against the shower wall to keep her balance. The shower tiles were cool against her palm and she bit her lower lip to keep herself quiet.
 
Travis massaged Jessica's breasts from behind, enjoying their firmness. Despite their size, they surged forth from her chest with no concession to gravity. Her nipples were thick and hard against his palms, so he paused to stroke them with his fingers.

"You ever do it in the shower before, sweet cheeks?" he murmured over the cascade of warm water. "Or is it doing outside the bedroom too risqué for you?" He grinned and kissed her neck as he held her against him.

His rising cock was now nearly stiff, so he bent his knees slightly in order slid it between her legs. Jessica's thighs were so slender that he could just do so even with her knees together. He could feel her tender pussy slide along the top as hid cock pushed past.

Travis slid his cock back and forth between her wet thighs a few times till he was ready. He then pulled back till only the fat helm was lodged there. "Guide me into you," he directed. "I'm going to fuck you right here."
 
He seemed to enjoy paying special attention to her breast and yet, she knew that he was just getting started.

You ever do it in the shower before, sweet cheeks? Or is it doing outside the bedroom too risqué for you?

'Sweet Cheeks!' He kept calling her that. Mocking her. She kept her mouth shut. It was none of his business what was risqué in hers and Kenneth's love life, just where she and Kenneth had sex, how often, or exactly what kind of sex they had.

His cock brushed against her sex, the meaty thing slipping from back to front as he got harder and larger. He must have been serious about having sex in every room of her house. And quite against her will, she could feel herself getting more turned on.

Finally, he dipped behind her a bit, evidently in an attempt to line himself up, verified by the next words out of his mouth.

Guide me into you. I'm going to fuck you right here.

She wasn't looking forward to it, but at least this fuck would be easier to clean up as the evidence would go down the drain.

She reached between her legs, lining him up with her wet slit. Her body was starting to get used to him and his mammoth cock as she could feel her nether lips starting their stretch, ready to accommodate him once again. Her other hand the pressed hard against the wet tiles.
 
Travis felt her hand close around the tip of his cock as best she could. The head filled her palm and then some, but she managed to guide it between her plump labia.

Travis leaned into her and felt her tense up as the fat shaft filled her slender canal. Even warmed up from their poolside dalliance, her pussy strained to contain him. He resisted the urge to force himself into her more rapidly and let her sighs and moans guide his pace.

When he was mostly inside her tight confines, he nudged her shoulder. "Shift to the left," he grunted. He guided her in that direction till she stood in front of the glass wall facing the rest of the bathroom.

Looking over her shoulder, he could see their reflection in the mirror running the length of the bathroom counter. Water drops had misted the glass up to their knees, but Jessica's nakedness above was on full display.

He pushed her forward until her breasts pressed against the glass. The massive orbs flattened slightly against the surface and expanded outward under the pressure. Travis' cock swelled within her as he watched in the mirror.

"God, you're fucking hot, " he groaned as he began to stroke into her.
 
He leaned into her, stretching once again that opening into her tight, moist insides. Each time he fucked her, it was less painful and yet, her breath still caught in her chest as his cock opened her up to him. At least he went slow, but the steady intrusion into her caused her to once again squeeze that mammoth cock.

He stopped, and she knew that he was not in completely. She had learned that it would be better if she relaxed and accepted it, and so she did. Suddenly he was nudging her.

Shift to the left.

He moved her in that direction. She was not sure why until she saw his reflection behind her in the mirror outside of the shower. His eyes locked on hers before they dropped to her breast. A hand on her back pressed the tits against the glass of the shower. The nipples flattened a bit the majority of her breast kept its shape, still relatively firm despite her age.

God, you're fucking hot.

And with that he began to fuck her.

She kept her hand splayed against the glass. A quick glance in the mirror was all she gave, for his words spoke truth. The whole vision was hot. His trim body, young and virile, his cock, large and commanding. She had never seen anything so sexually exciting. She didn't want to see this - how he had her body on display, his cock tunneling deeper and deeper into her. His hands on her body, owning her in a way that Kenneth never could. Her head tilted up, eyes closed, feeling every inch of him pumping in and out of her.

Damn him!
 
As before, Jessica's body resisted his thick intrusion initially. But gradually his cock battered through till his pelvis pressed firmly against her firm flesh. Travis began taking deep strokes into her, his feet spread wide for balance.

The view in the mirror opposite was amazing. Jessica had her hands pressed against the glass to brace herself against his thrusts. Her tits pressed against the glass, turning them pale as they spread out under the pressure. Down below, her taut belly quivered as his massive cock distorted it from within. And just between her narrow thighs, her pink pussy lips strained against the oversized girth forcing them apart.

He grunted hard with every stroke. Jessica turned her head away, her eyes closed. A steady stream of her own gasps and groans could occasionally be heard above the shower's downpour. The sound of his body slapping against hers echoed within the glass chamber.
 
As always, that massive cock of his would always drag her body towards an orgasm, whether she wanted one or not. And let's face it, who does not want an orgasm and the feelings that accompanied it. Except guilt was what accompanied hers.

Old Vlad tunneled in deep with his pike, taking her soul with it. Each thrust up was deep inside and she would hear him grunt, a punctuation to his body slapping against hers. Each thrust boring into places that her own husband could never reach. Her breath catching with each thrust, feeling Travis' body against hers. Because of his size, each thrust of his cock rubbed against her clit and she felt goosebumps up her spine.

She opened her eyes and looked in the mirror, finding his eyes on her. He was enjoying this, getting off on his power over her. She shivered as she felt her body heading up that hill. She knew exactly where he was taking her.
 
Travis fell into a steady rhythm. He'd launch into Jessica with a grunt. She'd moan softly at the fresh intrusion into her tender depths. His hips would slap against her firm ass. Her body would squeak as it slid against the glass. And all the while, the steady downpour of hot water splashed atop them.

He could feel the fluttering of her vagina against his shaft. Though she was probably fighting it the whole way, he could tell she was fiercely aroused. But she was far too stubborn to admit she enjoyed being fucked.

Travis decided not to care. He had the weekend to prove how fragile her charade was. Right now, he just wanted to get his.

Watching her in the mirror quickly pushed him to the edge. Jessica was just gorgeous and seeing her cry out as his fat cock filled her was just too much fun. His grunts became more emphatic as his tipping point neared. Finally, he tilted his head back and bellowed as his orgasm hit and his cum began to gush into her.
 
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