Short story

Test short story by writer The BRM. Please do note that although the names are the same none of the events in this story will actually be included in the game.

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I sit on my bed. In my room. Alone. My heart is beating nearly through my chest. I’m wearing the skimpiest lingerie that I have ever seen, and I’m looking up at a man who isn’t even my husband. He smiles at me, and I don’t even know how to respond. He’s touched me before, many times. But every time it happened my husband was there with me, watching. This time, things are different. This time, there’s nobody here but us. This time, I know I’m going to go too far.

“Are you ready for this Fiona?” Davis smiles at me with a seductive look. His eyes, every time he looks at me I feel like he wants to devour me simply. And the scary thing is. I want him to.

“I… don’t know…” It’s a lie, I know it’s a lie, he knows it too. I say it out of habit. I might have meant it once. But not tonight. Definitely not tonight. 

“Yes, you do. I can see how wet you are from here Fiona. You want me. You know you want me.” He walks up and unbuckles his pants, freeing his beautiful cock. “Show me how much.”

I grab his member in my hand and feel it twitch. I run my fingers over it, slowly, but with purpose. Just a few weeks ago I never would have even imagined doing this with someone who wasn’t my husband. Now, nothing can stop me.

“That’s a nice start… but you can do better.” He grabs my hair and pulls my head back, so I’m looking right at him. “Suck me, Fiona.”

He lets go of my hair, and I obey. I take him into my mouth, and the taste still surprises me. Before I had met Davis and his wife Kyleigh I’d only sucked my husband’s cock a couple of times. It always seemed degrading to me. Now, I didn’t care. 

I run my tongue along the length of his shaft, and I savor the taste. At this moment, he is controlling me, and I love it. I feel his hands at the back of my holding me in place as he pushes himself into my throat. I cough by reflex, but he doesn’t stop. 

“That’s a good little slut, take me all in.” He pumps his hips while he holds my head, fucking my face. It’s uncomfortable, but I don’t care.

My mouth is nothing but a tool to him, and I love it. My husband would never have used me this way. He could barely even muster up the courage to ask for oral sex most nights. Davis didn’t ask me to pleasure him, he told me. I love the commands. I love to obey.

Davis ravages my mouth for what feels like an eternity. But he doesn’t cum. Not this time. I begin to wonder if I’m doing something wrong today. I’m still new to this type of play after all. I feel the pressure on the back of my head relax as Davis lets go. 

I keep sucking, eagerly, but Davis pushes me away. I don’t understand. He always said he enjoyed my blow-jobs. Was he lying?

“Did I do something wrong?” I looked up at Davis, and I felt ashamed that I couldn’t bring him to his climax.

“Of course not. But I’m not ending tonight in your mouth Fiona.”

“I don’t understand…” We had rules about sex. It was off limits. “We can’t…”

“Can’t we? We’re already bending the rules right now, aren’t we? I don’t see Kyleigh or your husband anywhere.” Davis spoke about my husband and his wife so matter of factly. “You think he’s not fucking her right now?”

“He’d never…” He wouldn’t go that far, would he? I loved seeing how the pair pleasured each other, but sex was too far even for our games.

“His loss then. I sure hope he is. Kyleigh’s an amazing fuck.” Davis spoke with sincerity. The thought of his wife having sex with someone else didn’t bother him at all. “But they aren’t here right now. We are.”

“Tonight, I’m going to fuck you, Fiona. I want to, and you want me to.” With those words, he pushes me down on the bed, and in almost the same motion, he rips off my soaked panties.

“I do. I want it so much.” The words leave my mouth, but I don’t recognize the person that said them. All I know is I need him inside of me. And it needs to happen sooner rather than later.

Without another word, he enters me. I wrap my legs around his back as he moves his hips, pulling him in as deeply as I can. His thrusts are animalistic, his grunts even more so. I feel him ravaging me in ways that my husband never could, and he just started.

The pleasure is intense. Davis may be nearly fifteen years my junior, but he is more experienced than my husband ever was. Each thrust causes me to cry out in pleasure. I move my hips in rhythm with his own, enjoying the sensation of being filled, as his cock hits parts of my pussy I didn’t even know existed.

The more he fucks me, the more I lose myself in the pleasure. There is nothing in this room but the two of us, no sound but his grunts, my screams, and the rhythmic slapping of our bodies together. My legs clench even tighter, pulling closer. I feel his increase in speed, and that’s enough to send me to my climax.

“AAAAH!” I call out as I feel the waves of pleasure wash over me. My legs go slack, no longer keeping him in me. I want to rest, to bask in the orgasm. But he’s not done, not yet. Without my legs holding him inside me, he changes the angle of his thrusting, now giving me full strokes of his amazing cock. The pleasure is even greater than before, and before long I feel another orgasm building inside me.

“Hold on Fiona, hold off a little bit longer.” He hisses the words out. I can tell be the tone of his voice that he’s about to cum. I try to hold back my mounting second orgasm as best I can, but it’s not working. I focus on everything but the pleasure, but my desire is taking over. Moments later I cry out again, even louder this time, as I feel my walls contract on his cock. At the same time, I feel him twitch, and he releases himself into me. I can barely think after that.

I feel him remove his half hard cock from inside me, but I am too wiped out to even move. 

“So how’s it feel to fuck another man?” Davis asks the question matter of factly. I’m not sure how to respond.