Spanked and Taken Hard

He pounded me relentlessly, pulling my hips and hair until I nearly passed out from the mix of pain and ecstasy. Finally, I couldn’t take more and begged him to stop – he pulled out, leaving me a mess, rushing to the bathroom to clean up the chaos he’d wrought.

After washing myself out, I grabbed some cream, soothed my raw skin, and went back to him, offering my ass again. He didn’t hesitate, plunging in with one hard thrust – the cream eased it, and he fucked me senseless, fingering my pussy until I came harder than ever, screaming as he unloaded deep inside me.

We collapsed, his cum and my mess dripping out, and he kissed my ass, thanking me for the ride. I kissed him back, and we lounged on the couch, making out like lovers. He confessed he’d always wanted me, never dreaming he’d have me like this. I admitted Tom barely touched me anymore, and Derek offered to be my regular fix – I said yes.

We showered, ate a late lunch around 4 p.m., and I played the doting wife to him. By 6, he dressed, and I walked him out, sharing a long, sweet kiss. He promised to return whenever Tom was away – I was all in for it, hooked on his roughness. As we lingered, headlights flashed in the distance. Not knowing who it was, he kissed me again and left as I slipped inside.

Minutes later, Tom rolled in, reeking of booze. He grabbed my waist, slurring, “I’m back, baby…” – I turned and saw lipstick on his neck, fury boiling over.

“At least wipe your neck, you’re covered in it!” – I snapped. “Guess your little tramp didn’t satisfy you, huh?”

He stumbled, wiped it off in the bathroom, and came back. I sat fuming, still sore from Derek, and let him have it. He begged forgiveness, but I was done holding back.

“Well, guess what? While you were screwing her, I had a man here – I gave myself to him, right here, today, and he made me feel things you can’t anymore…”

“You’re crazy, you can’t say that…” – he whined.

“Oh, I can – especially with this ass…” – I smacked it, hiking my skirt to show the garter framing my bare cheeks. “He fucked me however he wanted, and I loved it. He just left – if you’d come sooner, you’d have caught me with him…”

He slapped me and stormed to the bedroom, probably seeing the wrecked bed. I cried, expecting the worst for spilling it. He came back, yanked my hair, shoved me down, and dragged me across the floor as I clawed at the rug, toppling the coffee table. Screaming, I took another hit that knocked me flat, then he tore my clothes off and hauled me outside – lucky no neighbors were close enough to hear.

After beating the hell out of me, he stormed off, calling me every name in the book. I crawled to bed, passing out in my tattered outfit, waking late at night. I threw on a robe, checked the mirror – bruised chin, puffy eyes from crying. I sipped warm milk, regretting everything with Tom. The damage was done – he knew I’d been with someone else, and I braced for the fallout, never imagining what’d come next…

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