The Cost of Doing Business (closed)

"Aw, you make that sound like you don't care," Travis replied. "But I don't think that's true. I think you care quite a bit."

Travis stroked his cock as he talked, urging more of the slick precum out the tip. He proceeded to baste Jessica's cleavage with the lubricant until her heavy orbs glistened.

With the channel prepared, Travis slid his thick cock between her breasts. "Mmmm," he purred. "Your breasts are fantastic." He stroked between the two mounds, testing the sensation.

"You do this to your husband?" he mused aloud as he slid his hands along the outer swells. "You ever have him put his cock between your tits like this?" Travis pressed her mounds together, clamping their inner flesh against his vinyl shaft. "Oh, yeah, that feels good."
 
Aw, you make that sound like you don't care. But I don't think that's true. I think you care quite a bit.

She held her tongue. The last thing she was gonna do was let him know just what he was doing to her. She could smell his cock and even though she was blindfolded, she knew what he wanted. And if the truth were known, Travis was the first man to have a cock large enough to not get lost in her cleavage.

Sure enough, she felt his cock slip between her boobs as his hands pressed along the outside of them to help supply the friction that he needed.

Mmmm. Your breasts are fantastic. You do this to your husband? You ever have him put his cock between your tits like this?

"Yes," came her monosyllabic reply. Very few men would be large enough to not get lost between her mammoth mammaries. Kenneth was not one of them. Not that he was tiny, but even an average sized cock, which Kenneth was, could be easily overwhelmed by her. They had tried it once, but as neither of them had enjoyed it much, they never did it again. But now, with him working and rubbing her boobs, she was getting action from both sides.

Oh, yeah, that feels good.

She kept quiet. No matter how she would answer him, he would turn it around to please himself. Though the action that her breast were feeling was actually quite...nice, to put it mildly.
 

Travis maintained his conversational inquiry into her sex life, but Jessica squeezed her lips shut and offered him nothing. "Gone quiet, have you?" he taunted. "Don't want to talk anymore? Aww, did I hurt your feelings?"

He chuckled aloud as he continued to slide along her cleavage. Her slick flesh felt so amazing against his hardened shaft. He couldn't decide whether to slow down to drag out the sensation or to speed his way to a climax that his cock ached for.

He shifted his grip on her tits so he could thumb her nipples. God, everything about this woman was so amazing. Even her nipples entranced him with their thick resilience, hard as diamonds against his thumbs.

"I can probably keep this up for awhile," he ventured. "But if you really want me to finish, perhaps I could hurry things up. But you'd have to tell me me where you want me to cum. You want another load in your belly? Blast it down your throat? Blow it out over your face ? So many choices . . . ."
 
She couldn't decide if her spoke to torment her or because he loved the sound of his own voice. Probably a little bit of both was a better answer. She certainly was not about to let the man know just how wonderful his hands felt gripping her breast, his cock sliding between them in that deep valley in a bath of its own juices.

Then he slipped his thumbs up to play with her nipples and she almost moaned in pleasure. Almost. But she caught herself in time and instead bit her lip, knowing that already she was yet again wet between her legs. Damn this man. She should be tired of him but instead was starting to develop a taste for his oversized cock.

I can probably keep this up for awhile. But if you really want me to finish, perhaps I could hurry things up. But you'd have to tell me me where you want me to cum. You want another load in your belly? Blast it down your throat? Blow it out over your face ? So many choices . . . .

"Travis, I could tell you just where I think you should cum, but I suspect that you wouldn't like it." She couldn't see him but suspected that he would have a smirk on his face. It was taking all her will power to keep quiet and not moan but she was unaware that her back would arch ever so slightly with each upward stroke of his cock.
 
" Travis, I could tell you just where I think you should cum, but I suspect that you wouldn't like it."

Travis grinned. "Are you telling me to go fuck myself, Jessie?" he teased. "Why that's not very nice. So rude. Here I am making you cum so hard and that's all the thanks I get? So ungrateful."

He continued his measured pace. It was slow agony to deny himself a quicker release, but he didn't want to let her off that easy. Even giving him a tittyfuck clearly was doing something for her, despite her "I hate you" attitude.

" I don't think you really mean that, Jessie, " he continued. " You're mad at me at me a little, but I think you're madder at yourself for having so much fun. You're mad because you still want more. You've cum more with me today than you have in months with anyone else, and still you want more. Your belly is bulging with my seed and still you want more.

Travis groaned as a tremor ran along his body. "Damn, you fee good" he admitted. "Well, you can either tell me what I want to know or I can keep this up. Maybe you give in and tell me the truth. Maybe you outlast me and I just blow all over you and your nice pillows. Guess we'll find out."

Travis tried to sound cavalier, but he didn't like his odds. Even at this slow pace, he'd only last another five minutes. Stubborn as she was, she might just outlast him this time. Still, he'd stick it out as long as he could stand.
 
Are you telling me to go fuck myself, Jessie? Why that's not very nice. So rude. Here I am making you cum so hard and that's all the thanks I get? So ungrateful.

She was glad that he couldn't see her eyes, for she feared that had he looked deep into them, he would see that she really was being turned on by Travis and his huge cock. Granted, the first couple of times that he had fucked her, it had been uncomfortable bordering on painful. But her body seemed to have adapted, though it still was a bit of a tight fit. The pain, however, was no more. And when she came, she really came. She supposed that if she were truthful, there were more times with Kenneth where she had faked it. It wasn't that he was not a good lover, but they both had busy lives and sex had sometimes taken a miss more than a hit.

Travis kept the slow rhythm, his cock sliding between her breast as his thumbs continued to rub her nipples while he pressed her breast against his cock. She could smell his arousal and by the amount of slipperage that she felt on her breast, figured that he was not long before he would cum.

She could feel her own wetness rolling down her crack and probably making a nice wet spot on the covers. If Travis found out about it, she would never hear the end of it.

As if reading her mind, he spoke.

I don't think you really mean that, Jessie. You're mad at me at me a little, but I think you're madder at yourself for having so much fun. You're mad because you still want more. You've cum more with me today than you have in months with anyone else, and still you want more. Your belly is bulging with my seed and still you want more.

His words stung, because they hit the mark. It was true. She was becoming addict to being fucked by him. Whether bent over her own desk at work and being plowed into from behind, or being tied to her marital bed and treated like his slut, she found sex with Travis more exciting than with her own husband. Damn him!

Damn, you fee good. Well, you can either tell me what I want to know or I can keep this up. Maybe you give in and tell me the truth. Maybe you outlast me and I just blow all over you and your nice pillows. Guess we'll find out."

She bit her lip before pressing her mouth shut. Her mouth wouldn't betray her if she could help it.
 
Travis had hoped his words might goad Jessica into a response, but her stubbornness prevailed. She kept her lips tight and gave him nothing.

He could tell from the way she moved beneath him that she was far from indifferent to his charms. She liked tittyfucking him. Obviously it wasn't provoking the same pleasure as when her pussy was directly involved. Still, he suspected that if she weren't so dead set on trying not to enjoy herself, he might be able to make her cum this way.

But she was indeed so dead set. He couldn't decide whether he found her incalcitrance more a fun challenge or an annoying chore. Either way, he wasn't going to outlast her this time.

He considered just jamming it deep inside her and stuffing her womb a bit further. Another few times and she might be hard-pressed to explain that sloping swelling to her belly to her hubby when he returned.

But if he decided, it was a victory for her. If he abandoned the game because she refused to play, he was giving her control. No, he had to stick by his own rules.

So when the pressure at last became unbearable, he did exactly as he said he would and came on top of her. The first gush arrived mid-stroke, so a thick jet appeared unexpectedly from deep within her cleavage. It slammed into the lower half of her face. Her mouth caught some, but most of it wound up everywhere else.

True to form, that first surge was followed by several more. By the time he concluded, very little above her collarbone wasn't streaked -- if not outright covered -- in his jism. The blindfold that cloaked her eyes had streaks all across it. A few globs clung to her hair or seeped onto her pillow. Her neck and jaw looked like they'd been glazed in white icing. Even her cleavage had a rivulet of cum draining from it.

Travis sat atop her regaining his breath. He made no move to loose her bonds, so Jessica couldn't attempt to clean herself. She could only lie there, half-drenched in cum.
 
God, this felt great. And if she were truthful, she was really turned on. But, she was not about to let him know that. She kept her lips shut and tried to act indifferent. But she somehow couldn't quite stop her body from reacting.

Despite the sound he made as he came, she still flinched a little when the first jet of cum hit her chin and mouth. As her hands were still tied, she had no choice but to swallow some of his cum. She was sure that he liked that. If he had his way, the man would probably have her completely filled with his cock and/or cum. She was beginning to think that Travis was not so much wanting to get even with her for her treatment of him, as that he had developed a taste for her and her body.

She lay still as repeatedly cum splashed over her body. By the time he was through, she could feel herself well covered yet still unable to clean herself off. The smell of sex was heavy in the air, almost choking. She would have to air the entire house out before Kenneth returned. And wash the bedding. And...
 
Travis heaved himself off Jessica and stood next to the bed. He honestly found himself slightly surprised at the results. Had he really cum that much? Jessica's upper chest and face looked drenched in his seed.

He didn't care for the implication. This woman turned him on like no other. What had begun as a revenge fantasy was now at risk of transforming into something else. He'd have to watch himself in future. Jessica had made clear that despite whatever pleasure she received, she still desired to be rid of him. He must not soften his grip on her.

"I'm a bit of a mess," he declared. His lower belly had taken a bit of splashback, though he was nearly pristine compared to Jessica. "Maybe if you hadn't been so stubborn."

"We both need to wash up, so I'll go first. I'll let you rest and think about what you want to do after we've gotten clean," he declared. "I suggest you have a better answer than silence this time."

Travis turned on his heel and strode into the bathroom, leaving Jessica tied up on the bed to soak in his cum. He took his time in the shower, so it was a good 20 minutes before he returned to the bedroom to free Jessica.
 
The smell of him filled her nostrils, pungent cum covering her upper body. At least that was how it felt though she would not know for sure until her eyes were uncovered. The bed dipped as he got off and she waited. She really wanted to chew him out, but as he seemed to have the upper hand, she could only lay there and wait.

I'm a bit of a mess. Maybe if you hadn't been so stubborn. We both need to wash up, so I'll go first. I'll let you rest and think about what you want to do after we've gotten clean. I suggest you have a better answer than silence this time.

She knew what her answer would be when he forced the issue. As it was, it was going to take her a whole day just to clean up all the mess that he was leaving. And to get the smell of it out of everything.

She heard the shower turn off and movement as it sounded like he had returned the the bedside. The guy was definitely on a power trip.
 
Travis tugged at the knots binding Jessica's left wrist till it parted. Even it had a tiny splatter of cum on it. Clearly Jessica inspired him to new heights.

He repeated the process with the right. He reached for the blindfold, but Jessica ducked his touch. Judging from the daggers her eyes aimed at him, she was unhappy with him again.

"Shower is all yours, sweet cheeks," he declared cheerily. "Why don't you get cleaned up while I whip us up something that to eat? I'm betting you've got a well-stocked pantry in a place this nice."

Hr started to step away, then added. "Clothing is optional, of course." He unfastened the towel around his waist and draped the damp terrycloth over his neck. He grinned as she instinctively ran her gaze across his naked form. "See you downstairs, sweet cheeks."

 
As soon as her hands were undone, she moved to the side of the bed opposite of where Travis was, whipping the blindfold off. Glaring at him, she rubbed her wrists and hated him for what he was doing to her. And she hated herself, because she was starting to crave Travis and his incredible cock.

Shower is all yours, sweet cheeks. Why don't you get cleaned up while I whip us up something that to eat? I'm betting you've got a well-stocked pantry in a place this nice. Clothing is optional, of course.

He whipped off the towel from around his waist revealing himself. She mentally kicked herself for looking at his cock before she headed for the bathroom. Locking the door, she looked at herself in the oversized lit mirrors. For her age, she still looked good. But right now, she looked like a slut, covered in cum. The thought made her sick.

It took a minute to get the water as hot as she could possibly stand it before climbing in and scrubbing her body as hard as she could. She scrubbed her hair, cleaned every bit of her until the hot water finally started fading out to lukewarm.

She dried herself off, combed her damp hair out and pulled out a kimono to slip it on.

Taking a deep breath and knowing that she could delay no longer, she headed down the stairs for the kitchen.
 
"Ah, there you are," Travis declared. He ran an appreciative eye over her form. Jessica had donned a kimono, but had clearly not opted to wear anything beneath it. Her deep cleavage was on full display. Her belly had shrunk a bit, no longer quite so plump with his seed. Her luscious calves were smooth and shiny from her bath.

Travis wore an apron from the kitchen, but remained otherwise naked save for an oven mitt. "I realize it's a bit late," he declared, "but I was in the mood for breakfast." He set a plate of pancake, scrambled eggs, and fried bacon on the table. "Hope you like."

Travis began making a plate up for himself. "We've used up about 10 hours of our day together," he noted. Indeed, the windows to the outside showed a gray sky fading quickly to dark. "I'm thinking maybe after we eat, we nap for a couple hours, then get back to the fun. Unless you wanted to get started again right away? If you don't need a rest, then I'm ready to go."
 
She glanced at the plate before her, thanking him. She was hungry, probably from all the sex that she had had so far.

We've used up about 10 hours of our day together. I'm thinking maybe after we eat, we nap for a couple hours, then get back to the fun. Unless you wanted to get started again right away? If you don't need a rest, then I'm ready to go.

She thought as she ate. If they napped, she would not have to have sex with him. Though the thought of having sex with him was not as abhorrent as it had been at the start of this. That was her shame. While it had been totally against her will at the start of this whole thing, more and more it was becoming a thrill.

"It would probably be best if we took a nap. I have a guest bedroom prepared for you."
 
"It would probably be best if we took a nap. I have a guest bedroom prepared for you. "

"Excellent," Travis replied. Switching bedrooms made perfect sense. After all, the master bed had cum splattered over the headboard and part of the bedding, so that would need to be cleaned up. Better to relocate.

Afterwards they'd dined, Travis bussed the table. (Though he was her guest, he could still be conscientious.) He then hung up the apron followed her to the guest bedroom.

"A bit smaller," he noted, "but a nice little room." Indeed, the room consisted of a bed, a small side table with a lamp, and a chest of drawers.

He turned to her and inquired, "Which side do you prefer? It might be a little cramped, but I am fine with either."

Travis noted the confusion in her expression and smiled. "Oh, did you think you were going to sleep elsewhere? No, no, we can't do that. We're going to nap together."
 
He seemed fine with her suggestion. A little break away from him would certainly be appreciated. Then get him stashed in the guest room and strip down her bedding. When he started to clean up the kitchen, she sat back and let him. It was the least he could do after all he had been putting her through.

When he was once again totally naked, she led him upstairs to the guest bedroom, watching with very little interest as he checked the room out.

A bit smaller, but a nice little room. Which side do you prefer? It might be a little cramped, but I am fine with either.

'Cramped my eye! He was the one that had practically force his way into her house, he was the one blackmai...' Her thoughts were interrupted when what he had said dawned on her. 'He wanted them to sleep together?' Her face must have mirrored her thoughts from his next words.

Oh, did you think you were going to sleep elsewhere? No, no, we can't do that. We're going to nap together.

"What? No! What do you think that I'm gonna do? Run away? From my own house? Besides, you've already noted that it's a small bed." Travis was going too far. He had already fucked her over half of the house. "I sleep better on my own anyway."

Damn, would this torture never end. Being here in the house that she and Kenneth lived in was a constant reminder of how she was breaking her wedding vows. It would take her a good 24 hours to get everything totally cleaned before Kenneth got home. And the comforter would definitely have to go to the cleaners.
 
I sleep better on my own anyway."

Travis laughed. " That explains a lot. No wonder you're aching so bad for it: you and the hubby spending all your time sleeping alone."

"I, however, like having my dick rubbing against a hot girl's naked ass. And I bet you would like being that girl."

His glittered with snark. "Or maybe you prefer to go to sleep with a cock already deep inside you. You a naughty girl like that, Jessie? "
 
I, however, like having my dick rubbing against a hot girl's naked ass. And I bet you would like being that girl. Or maybe you prefer to go to sleep with a cock already deep inside you. You a naughty girl like that, Jessie

"And people in hell want ice water!" She snarled back.

She was pissed. With a glare that would make most of her employees run for cover, she went into the bathroom and slammed the door. Once she used the bathroom, she washed her hands, looking at herself in the mirror. What he had said may have been true. Damn him. But the thought of sex with Travis and his huge cock made her body already start to hum. By the end of Travis' visit, she was afraid that he would own her body and soul. And that would never do.

She finished her quick clean up and opened the door. Without looking at the man, she went over to the bed and pulled back the covers. Still wearing the kimono, she got between the sheets, turning her back to the other side of the bed.

"Happy?" Her question was clipped and terse, not really a question at all.
 
"Happy?" Jessica huffed, clearly irked at his request.

"Not yet," Travis responded with his trademark grin. "Give me a minute."

He climbed into bed on the other side. The bed was just wide enough that they could probably lay down next to each other without falling off, but only barely. Travis, however, opted not to lay down flat on his back.

Instead, he turned to face Jessica's back and inched over till he was spooning her. He felt her hunch away from him, but the bed did not allow much room for retreat.

Travis then reached beneath her kimono and lifted up her thigh. Before Jessica could vocalize a protest, he flopped his flaccid cock in between her thighs before lowering the upper one down. With his cock now sandwiched between her slender legs, he sighed contentedly. "Mmmm, now I'm happy."
 
She lay there in the edge of the bed. If she took a deep breath, she would have fallen off. And then, to boot, she was laying there with his cock between her legs. In her own home she was forced to have incredible sex with a man not her husband who possessed a cock that most women would swoon over yet would run in fear from.

And then it started. She could feel herself start to slide off the bed. It was frustrating and a bit embarrassing but the truth of the matter was that she had moved too close to the edge. It was a slow slip, and she was sure that with that massive cock between her thighs, she was starting to pull on it. She smiled. It would serve him right if she fell off the bed and broke his precious cock.
 
Travis attempted to doze, but Jessica kept shifting against his cock. It was subtle at first, but she began to creep away from him on the bed.

After ten minutes, she was inches away from him. He raised his head off the pillow and looked over her shoulder. In her attempt to create space between them, she'd nearly inched herself off the bed. Her side was just barely at the edge of the mattress. The extensive swell of her breasts floated in open space beyond.

"You're gonna fall off the bed," Travis murmured sleepily. He reached his arm around her midsection and hauled her back until the two of them were spooning again. He left his arm in place to deter future attempts to inch away. "Just relax and get some rest," he advised, his words muffled by a closely following yawn.
 
You're gonna fall off the bed

And with that he wrapped his arm around her and drew him back against him. The heat from his nude body seemed to burn through her kimono and even his flaccid cock wedged between her thighs gave off its own warmth. He sounded sleepy, and she too was quite tired. Sex, whether it was wanted or unwanted, was indeed quite tiring.

Just relax and get some rest

Like an iron band, his arm remained wrapped around her waist, making it impossible for her to get away from him.

The room became quiet save for the breathing on the back of her neck. She thought that it would keep her awake, but she was totally unaware of just when she fell asleep being spooned by Travis.
 
Travis never remembered his dreams with accuracy, so he had only a vague sense of strange things when he awoke. Consequently, he could not be sure if his cock was throbbing so hard because of the dreams or because of some real-world inspiration.

He didn't doubt that it could be the latter. Jessica was so fucking gorgeous, even fast asleep. He shifted his body slightly, enjoying the feel of her thighs around his shaft.

He didn't appear to be alone, either. In addition to the warmth of Jessica's body, he thought he detected a dampness as well. The location felt like it might be where his swollen cock brushed against her nether lips. He smiled in the darkness. Perhaps Jessica was having naughty dreams, too.
 
She was in her office. It was a familiar place, one that she used to feel comfortable in. Safe in. And yet, here she was, bent over her desk stark naked. The entire office staff was there, laughing and watching as Travis fucked her from behind. Even Kenneth was there, standing there and asking her why. Meanwhile , Travis slammed into her, calling out to Kenneth. "I can give her what you can't." His hands on her hips, holding her against the desk.

"So this is what you and Travis do in your office!" "Look at how that cunt can swallow his snake!" "She's just a slut!" Different ones called out and she found herself embarrassed and turned on. Ashamed and hot. And Kenneth stood there shocked and appalled by her behavior and lust.

In her sleep, she squeezed her thighs together, excited.
 
Encouraged, Travis decided to test the limits. Just how deep a sleeper was his companion?

He reached around her back to feel down the front of her chest. His hand slipped inside her kimono to cup her nearest breast. He let his hand toy with tears nipple until it dug into his palm.

Meanwhile, he pressed his cock as firmly as he could against her tender mound. The angle wasn't ideal, but he was able to exert a bit of pressure. Would it be enough to wake her? Or would she continue to dream whatever it was that had her so aroused?
 
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