19 comments/ 111965 views/ 34 favorites Swingtown By: Big Gunz Megan Taylor was a little hesitant at first, but her husband's enthusiasm for the idea had eventually won her over. Even though the couple had openly spoke to each other about the fantasy of being with other lovers, when Paul told her about the swingers party she was quite nervous about the idea. They had been married for just under five years and by all accounts were very happy. Their sex life was vibrant and fulfilling and they were both very open to trying new things whenever either suggested it. In the past they had shared with each other the fantasy of having sex with other people, both as part of a threesome as well as in the form of swinging or swapping partners with another couple. The idea was a turn-on for both of them, but until now they had never actively pursued it. Paul had heard about the party from a casual acquaintance at his work who informed him that another guy in their office had once told him that he frequented such events. While he did not particularly care for the guy, Paul had heard the rumours of Jake's notorious sexual reputation and was certain that he was the type of guy who would definitely go to something like that. He discreetly had his friend find out the details of the next party from Jake to set about arranging for him and Megan to score an invitation. To his chagrin, he found out that the only way to snag the coveted invite was via a personal reference by someone already attending. Despite his dislike for Jake, he would have to ask him to get them into the party. Paul knew that his co-worker would revel in his needing his help, especially for something of such a personal and taboo nature, and was not surprised when Jake questioned whether he and his wife were up to the standards of the regular party-goers. To support their request for an invitation, as well as to further embarrass Paul, he had him provide photos of himself and Megan for review. Finally, after scrutinizing the pictures and making several lewd comments to him about his wife's assets, Jake agreed to recommend an invite for the couple. So, with the arrangements in place, they were on their way to their first swingers party. They had been told of the agenda for the evening and it seemed straightforward enough. Ten couples would arrive and mingle over cocktails for about 45 minutes at which time the men would be directed to one of the bedrooms. The hostess would then randomly assign the women to the numbered rooms and the fun would begin. None of the participants would have any advance knowledge of who they would be paired with and significant others would have no way of knowing who their partner had drawn for the swap. Upon arriving, they quickly grabbed drinks to take the nervous edge off and then began the somewhat awkward act of mingling amongst the group, not knowing which of the other guests they would soon be having sex with. They had both dressed sharply for the occasion, self-consciously not wanting to appear like they did not belong at such an event. As the socialized, they quickly became very aware that, as newcomers, a lot of eyes were frequently on them, no doubt judging and evaluating their appearance and behaviour. Megan tried to act casually and flirty, hoping to convey an ease about the evening's festivities that was totally an act. There was no doubt in her mind that she looked good, as she had no shortage of confidence in her 36-year-old shape and natural good looks. She was wearing a simple, chocolate coloured, slim fitting little jersey dress that featured a plunging v-neck that nicely showed off her pushed-up cleavage, while a pair of burgundy leather platform sandals with five inch heels nicely complimented the short, above-the-knee cut of the dress. Her dirty blonde hair was styled into a unique mix of texture with varied curl sizes through its length, giving her a big, messy look. Paul looked the part as well, dressed in an expensive black sports jacket overtop of a stylish grey button down shirt with a pair of designer blue jeans on the bottom. At 38, he had a very slim, athletic build, and the well tailored outfit definitely was cut to show off his slender frame. His dark brown hair only had a hint of grey, and gave his shaggy style a distinguished look, nicely complimented by his two day old stubble. The couple chatted with the other guests, returning the appraising glances and doing some judging of their own as well. When Jake greeted them, he too took stock of the couple's appearance, and made a point of taking his time doing so with her, enjoying Paul's uneasiness with his lingering evaluation of his wife. Megan found his gaze unsettling as well, knowing of her husband's distaste for the man and his clear gratification in making him feel uncomfortable. Regardless of their personal dislike for him, she nonetheless assessed his appearance just like everyone else. Despite his objectionable attitude, she had to admit that Jake was a good looking man. Somewhere in his mid-forties, he was in very good shape as his tight fitting navy sweater was clearly meant to showcase. His salt and pepper hair was cut short and gave him an almost military look, while the small soul patch facial hair beneath his lower lip made him seem like an aging hipster artist. Not long after the last of the guests arrived, the men were rounded up and swept away to their respective bedrooms. As she said goodbye to her husband, Megan's heart began to speed up, her earlier nervousness now joined by feelings of excitement and anticipation. When the hostess assigned her to room number four, she could feel her knees wobbling as she strode down the hallway, seconds away from finding out the identity of her new lover. She turned the handle and slowly pushed open the door to room number four. The shaking in her knees immediately ceased and was replaced by a giant lump in her throat and a hollow feeling in the pit of her stomach. "Hello Megan. Come on in." Jake said with a mischievous grin. As she shut the door behind her and entered the room she could feel her hands trembling. There was no doubt in her mind that he had somehow engineered their pairing, but she also knew that there was likely nothing she could do to change the situation -- short of walking out. It was not as if there was someone to complain to. He could tell by the look on her face that she was not impressed by the turn of events. "Is something the matter my dear?" He asked, once again revelling in the uneasiness he was causing. She swallowed hard and took a deep breath. There was no way she was going to let him control the situation. "Not at all," she snapped back as she tossed her purse onto the chair by the window. "Should there be?" "I dunno," he replied with a slight chuckle. "By the look on your face I thought maybe you were thinking about backing out. Maybe all this is just too much for you. Maybe you and Paul are in over your heads." She stared daggers at him as he spoke. He was trying to get a rise out of her by insulting both she and her husband. She had no intention of giving him the satisfaction. "Shall we get started then?" She asked, ignoring his words as she stepped towards him. Jake smiled devilishly, impressed at the game she was playing. His cock had been hard for her since he first saw her that night and he was even more aroused now that she was there and challenging him so. "Absolutely." He replied as he quickly stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her. Megan was not ready for the aggressiveness of his kiss, nor that of his hands as they slid around her back and waist and down onto her firm ass. His tongue pushed through her lips and swirled against hers as his hands groped at her body. She had no choice but to reciprocate his kiss and her body almost involuntarily sunk into his embrace as he pressed into her. When he finally pulled his lips from hers, she was short of breath and her head was spinning as a result of the sudden onslaught. "Let's get a little more comfortable." He recommended as he swiftly pulled off his sweater, unveiling a toned and chiselled chest underneath. "Let me give you a hand." She could feel her whole body quivering as he reached behind her and unzipped the back of her dress. As his eyes fixated on her body, she slowly and timidly began to lower the garment, gradually revealing a sassy, leopard print push-up bra that seemed to add at least two cup sizes and a maximum amount of cleavage. "Very nice." He whistled as he took in the view. As the dress slid down to her waist, Jake once again moved in. This time he placed both of his strong hands on either side of her face and pulled her in for another brief kiss. The dress fell to the floor just as his hands moved from her cheeks down to her shoulders and his lips left hers. "On your knees." He ordered as his hands forcefully pushed down on her shoulders to force her action. Megan could not believe the audacity of the sudden demand, nor how quickly he was able to undo his pants as she dropped down to her knees. Her eyes widened as he pulled out his cock mere inches from her face. It was significantly larger than her husband's, both in length and thickness, and to her shame, she immediately found herself wondering if she would be able to take such a large specimen inside her pussy. He must have recognized the look in her eyes as he swiftly grabbed the back of her head and began directing her towards his manhood. "Bigger than the old man's isn't it?" He remarked with a laugh. "Don't worry, you'll be able to take it." She was unable to offer a reply as he pulled her face to face with his dick and she had no choice but to part her lips and accept it into her mouth. To her own amazement, there was no hesitation on her part and she immediately began bobbing her head back and forth as she sucked his cock. Her left hand quickly took hold of the base as she worked him with her mouth, and she was soon stroking him off in time with her sucking. "That's it baby," he encouraged. "I knew you liked sucking cock." While she did enjoy giving Paul a blow job, the comment was clearly meant to degrade her and she quickly glanced up at him with disapproving eyes as she continued pleasuring him orally. "Oh yes baby," he continued. "Look up at me with those pretty eyes as you do it. Show me how much you like my cock in your mouth." Jake's demeaning words appalled her to no end. Her husband never spoke to her like that during sex and she knew that this man meant them as the ultimate sign of disrespect towards her and as a symbol of his dominance. But despite her disgust at his attitude, she still refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing her wilt before him, so she did just as he asked and stared up at him as she gave him a blow job, defiant in matching him in the battle for control. She could feel his dick getting harder in her mouth the longer she pleasured him and she wondered to herself if the sexual servitude would be limited to the blow job and her taking his load down her throat. As he groaned in obvious satisfaction she thought that maybe he was already close to finishing, but she quickly realized that it was not the case. He reached down and intertwined one of his hands in the curls at the back of her head and began to dictate the pace of her movements. "Rub your pussy while you do it." He told her as he began to pump his hips slightly back and forth in rhythm with her bobbing head. Megan's free hand immediately moved down in between her legs and slid inside her lace panties. She was amazed at how damp she already was. Her fingers twitched back and forth over her quickly swelling clit as she continued to glide her mouth back and forth on his shaft. She could feel the pace of his thrusting increasing and the grip he had on her hair tighten as his other hand made its way to the back of her head. "Yes, that's it." He growled in pleasure. "Finger that dirty cunt while I fuck your face." Again, his humiliating words sickened her, but she refused to show him there effect. Two of her fingers slipped inside her slick pussy and she obediently began to pleasure herself. At the same time, he held the back of her head and continued to pump his hips back and forth, forcing his cock deeper and deeper into her throat with each push. The speed of his thrusting continued to increase, as did that of her fingers dunking in and out of her snatch. He could not help but notice the rapid movements of her hand inside her panties. "You fuckin' love it don't you?" He declared, much to his own amusement and delight. "You love getting your face fucked while you finger your pussy like a slut." She could tell the demonstration of dominance turned him on and hoped that it would also get him off sooner rather than later. And despite herself, performing such acts in this submissive way was starting to arouse her much more than she wanted to admit. Without warning, he rammed his dick down her throat as deep and as hard as he could before completely ceasing his relentless assault on her mouth and pulling his cock out completely. She was gagging and spitting up as she struggled for air when he suddenly yanked up on her curly hair and roughly pulled her to her feet. "Now let's get down to some real business." He growled as he pulled her up beside him. "Let's see those nice titties." Her head was spinning and she was still gasping for her breath as he quickly reached around and undid her bra, pulling it off to expose her heaving breasts. "Nice." He complimented and then surprised her with a swift smack to the side of her right tit, sending shock waves through her body. "Very nice." Finally catching her breath, she could not believe how physical things had quickly become. Her breast was still stinging as his lips latched onto her right nipple and one of his hands pinched her left one. Without even being fully aware of it, she let out a whimper that signified both pleasure and pain. Her whine caused him to speedily raise his head back up and offer further comment. "Oh she likes that does she?" He grinned, relishing in his increasing power over her. "Let's see just how much she likes it." Jake's hand was down her body and slipping inside her panties before she even knew what was happening. She let out a full blown moan as his thick fingers slid inside her cunt. "Nice and wet," he announced, telling her nothing she did not already know. "Looks like she's primed and ready. And I think I know just how you like it." He pulled his hand out of her panties and once again took a handful of her hair in order to control her movements. Spinning her over to the bed, he forced her head down with one hand as his other strong arm pulled her knees up onto the side of the bed. Her heart pounded as she felt him yank her panties over to one side, exposing her glistening pussy to the cool air. She looked back and saw him behind her, pants still down around his ankles as he lined up his big cock with her opening. "Are you gonna put a condom on?" She managed to nervously ask as she felt the tip of his dick rub against her cunt lips. "Don't worry honey," he reassured her. "I won't come inside you." Before she could protest, Megan felt him push inside of her. She let out another deep moan as he forced all of his manhood deep into her pussy. Biting her bottom lip and squeezing her eyes shut, she had never felt so full. "Yeah, I figured a dirty slut like you probably likes to get come all over her tits anyways." He continued as he began to pump his hips back and forth. "Am I right?" Too distracted by the massive dick thrusting into her to answer, she could only offer a groan in response. She heard him chuckle at her inability to speak as he continued to pump in and out faster and faster. Out of the blue she felt his hand smack down onto her ass cheek with a sound that echoed throughout the room. She grimaced in pain and let out another whimper. "You like that?" He asked as his hand crashed down on her flesh a second time. "You like being spanked like a little bitch?" Still unable and unwilling to answer his degrading question, her hands gripped at the bedspread as she sobbed in response. His cock felt amazing inside of her, and she knew that his aggressive tactics were having quite an effect on her, though she was reluctant to admit it to herself, let alone him. Not satisfied with her non-verbal replies, he reached forward and pulled her arms back, forcing her to relinquish her hold on the bedspread as he pinned her arms behind her back. His hips thrust back and forth even faster, slamming his dick into her so hard that she could feel the entire bed moving under her. "You like it rough, don't you slut?" He demanded, as he restrained her beneath him. "You like taking it like a bitch." "Yes," she snivelled, finally managing to get a word out. "God yes." Pleased to hear her admit it, he released her arms and immediately grabbed a mitt-full of her curly hair, pulling her up off the bed and close to him as he continued to plough into her from behind. "Say it, bitch." He whispered as he pulled her head up to him. "Tell me you love getting fucked rough and slutty." "Yes, fuck yes." She moaned. "Fuck me. I love it rough. Fuck me hard and slutty." Jake let go of her hair and wrapped his arms around her, taking hold of both her breasts as his hips thrust upwards, driving his cock forward into her hungry snatch. His face was buried in her messy curls and she could feel his breath on the side of her neck. "Does my cock feel good in that slutty cunt baby?" He groaned into her ear. "Do you like having another man fucking that married pussy?" Megan could not take it anymore. Her pussy spasmed and she exploded in orgasm at his words and his continual pounding. "Yes!" She wailed as her body shook in ecstasy. "Fuck yes!" He offered no break for her as he unrelentingly fucked her through her release, squeezing her tits as he pounded into her dripping fuck-hole. Her body quivered as she came down from her orgasm and he moved one of his hands from her chest and grabbed her hair to turn her head slightly to face him. "You like coming on my big cock bitch?" He asked as he stared in her eyes. "You like being another man's slut?" She wanted to look away but his grip on her curls made it impossible to turn away. "Yes," she conceded quietly. "Fuck yes I do." He offered her a quick, mocking smirk before he pulled her in for a deep, yet fleeting kiss. As he pulled his lips off of hers, his grip held firm and he forced her to continue looking at him. "Now, do you want to ride it?" He told more than asked. "You want to fuck me and show me how much you like it?" "Yes," she nodded, still locked on his eyes. "I wanna ride it. I wanna fuck you." She could feel her own come running down the inside of her legs as he pulled his dick from her cunt. He let go of her hair and swiftly tugged off his pants and flopped down onto the bed, stretching out on his back with his rock hard, glistening shaft awaiting her. Without a second thought, she pulled down her panties and reached down to take off her sandals. "Leave the shoes on." He ordered. "Makes you look sluttier." Another act of domination, but she had to admit the whole aggressive attitude was getting her off just as much as the impressiveness of his cock. She left them on and slid onto the bed, quickly straddling him and lining her opening of above said remarkable dick. He reached up and held her hips, preventing her from descending down onto him. "I wanna hear you say how good my cock feels." He demanded, clearly wanting to push his dominance over her even further. "Tell me how much you fucking love it." "It feels so good in my pussy." She answered, eager to feel it back inside of her and willing to play his game to get it. "It's so big, I love fucking it." Swingtown Ch. 02 Megan Taylor was still struggling to come to terms with what had happened. It had been her husband Paul's idea to go to the swingers party in the first place, to which she apprehensively agreed to. It was not the fact that she had fucked another man, or that her husband had been with another woman -- that was of course, to be expected at such an event -- that she was wrestling with. It was something else entirely. The couple, as they had agreed to prior, shared their tales from the party with each other afterwards. He told her about how he had been partnered with the 25-year-old brunette bartender and about how he ate her pussy before she sucked his dick, and then how they fucked for the next 20 minutes in varying positions. When it came time for Megan to disclose the events of her encounter, she found herself unable to tell him the truth. She could not bring herself to tell him that it was Jake, the very co-worker that arranged the invite for them and whom her husband did not particularly care for whatsoever, that had fucked her. So, she changed the identity of her swing-partner, revised a few key details, and gave Paul a plausible account of her evening's activities that seemed to satisfy his curiosity. Megan felt sickened by her actions, both with Jake, and in her deceitfulness with her husband. Besides knowing that Paul did not like the man, she also had not wanted to reveal the candid particulars of what had exactly transpired between the two of them that night. She was ashamed. By what she had allowed to happen, and by the way it had made her feel. He had fucked her vigorously and, after some initial hesitation, she had reciprocated with equal enthusiasm. But it was more than that. It was how he had treated her. How he spoke to her. The things he had made her admit to. Jake was dominant with her. He fucked her roughly and intensely. She had never been taken the way he had taken her, let alone talked to the way he had. He called her names like 'slut' and 'whore', then made her admit that she wanted to be those things. And to her humiliation, she knew that at that moment she did want it. Megan hated herself for feeling such things, not to mention for having some of the biggest orgasms of her life while having such emotional reactions. Not only had she allowed a man other than her husband to fuck her like slut, she had eagerly participated in it. She had submitted herself so much so that, upon his insistence, she had even told him she loved him and begged for him to cum inside her. In the weeks following the party, she had done an amazing job of acting normally around her husband, but internally she found herself in constant emotional turmoil. Despite her best efforts, she could not help but to reminisce about her encounter with Jake, remembering the multiple earth-shattering releases she had experienced as he had demeaned her and fucked her like a total whore. To her own dismay, she even found herself fantasizing about what another liaison with him might be like, lusting for him in silence. Her carnal desires and feelings had even managed to surface on more than one occasion while she made love to her husband. She knew her immoral and powerful thoughts were sinful, but no matter how guilty she felt about her disloyalty to Paul, or how ashamed she was of how those thoughts made her feel, she simply could not help herself. It had been almost a month since the swingers party and Megan was still struggling to contain her thoughts and fantasies surrounding that night. She had been home from work for less than half an hour when the doorbell rang. "Hello beautiful." She stood in shock as she stared at Jake standing in front of her. Despite herself, she felt a tingle run through her body as the haunting star of her fantasies stood in her doorway. "Jake... what are you...?" she struggled to find the words. "You mind if I come in?" he interjected, not waiting for her reply before pushing his way past her and into the house. "My God you look just as beautiful as I remember." Megan felt her face flush at his compliment as she shut the door. She was wearing a soft and sexy purple cashmere wrap sweater, tied at the front and hanging loosely open to show the white scoop-neck tank-top underneath, dark blue skinny, low rise jeans and a pair of black strappy sandals with 4 ½ inch heels. The natural curl of her dirty blonde hair fell into loose beachy waves. "Have you missed me?" he continued as he moved closer to her in the narrow front hallway. "You can't..." she stammered, nervous of the devilish smile etched across his lips. "Paul will be home any..." "C'mon," he said, cutting her off with a chuckle. "You forget... I work with your husband. I know he's at an out-of-town meeting and won't be home for hours." Megan swallowed hard and felt her body tense as she heard his words. She was terrified thinking about where things might go. "So... have you missed me baby?" he asked again. "Have you been thinking about me?" She tried not look at him, infuriated that he knew that she had indeed been thinking about him. But she could not help herself. Despite her anger towards him for showing up at her house unannounced, let alone her disgust about how he made her feel, she was attracted to him. He was wearing a brown corduroy sports jacked overtop of a black v-neck with a pair of stylish blue jeans on the bottom. She immediately started undressing him with her eyes, remembering his toned chest and strong arms from their night together. Jake did not wait for her to answer. He quickly moved towards her, wrapped his right hand around the back of her neck and pulled her lips into his. Their bodies pressed together and he pinned her against the hallway wall, his tongue pushing into her mouth. She readily offered her tongue in return, but after several seconds, she pushed him away, and he reluctantly surrendered his grip on her neck as they separated. "You need to leave." She said firmly, turning away from him and walking down the hallway into the living room. "I don't think so." He replied with a murmur, likely too quiet for her to hear, as he slipped his jacket off of his shoulders and let it drop to the floor as he followed her into the living room. Megan's head was spinning as she stood behind the sofa, her back to him and her arms crossed across her chest, squeezing herself as if to give her the strength to not give in to him again. Suddenly, he was behind her, his body pressing tightly to hers. "Just go," she gasped as she felt his hard cock pushing against her ass. "You have to go." "I know you want it as bad as I do," he whispered, his hot breath making its way through her curls and to the base of her neck. She was trembling all over as his hands slid around her and swiftly undid and pulled off her wrap sweater. "We can't..." she pleaded, squeezing her eyes shut as she heard him fumbling with his belt behind her. His hands moved around her waist and quickly began undoing her jeans. Her body tensed, a shock of resolve and determination shooting through her. "Jake, no!" she cried out as she struggled to pull his hands away. One of his hands immediately moved to the back of her head and he grabbed a handful of her hair. He pushed her head down, forcefully bending her over the back of the sofa. "That's it baby," he growled as his other hand finished undoing her pants. "You pretend that you don't want it. That you're not begging for it." "No..." she whimpered, her heart pounding as she squirmed against his strength. "I don't." Squeezing her eyes shut again, she felt him pull her jeans down over her thighs. Megan let out a gasp as he grabbed her thong and violently ripped it off of her, exposing her married pussy to him once again. A shiver coursed throughout her conflicted body as she felt the tip of his hard cock rub up against it. He spit into the palm of his hand and gave his manhood a quick rub to lubricate it as he lined up behind her, and in once forceful motion, he pounded deep inside her. Biting her lower lip, she could barely stifle her moan as he forced his rock hard dick into her. She had to brace herself against the back of the sofa, as he began fucking her at a vicious pace, his powerful thrusts inching the furniture forward with each stroke. "I know this is what you wanted slut," he groaned as one of his hands reached around her body and groped for her tits. "You wanted this big cock back in your married cunt." She could no longer contain her moaning as she felt him tear at her tank top and his hand make its way to her chest, pushing up her bra and exposing her heaving breasts. She let out a little cry as his fingers located a nipple and pinched sharply, all the while continuing to pump his hips in and out. "Have you been fantasizing about my cock bitch?" Jake managed to ask in between thrusts. "Have you been imagining fucking me when you fuck your husband like a real slut?" She hated hearing the words, not just because they were true, but because he was forcing her to hear that reality out loud. A groan was the only answer she offered as he repeatedly slammed into her, his balls slapping against the back of her thighs with each pump. "You like being a slut for another man don't you?" he half questioned and half announced as his hands moved away from her tits and took hold of her curls bouncing across her back in rhythm with his thrusting. "You fucking crave it. You need it." She did not know if she did indeed crave it, but despite her resistance, her body was starting to betray her and she began matching his temp, bucking her hips back into his to match his as he began to time his strokes with the tugging of her hair. "It's okay Megan," he whispered, almost gently. "You can admit it. It's okay to want it." The pace of his fucking was quickening and she continued to push back with each surge of his cock. Her body was already answering him, but he wanted to hear it. He wanted to break her. "You do want it don't you?" he pushed, tightening his grip on her hair and pulling her head back up towards him. "You wanna be my whore." Unable to take it any longer and exhausted from her futile resistance, she closed her eyes and slowly nodded. "Yes," she sobbed. "Yes." "That's it baby," he encouraged, one hand pulling on her hair while the other squeezed her tits. "Let it go. Tell me what you want. What you are." "I'm a slut," she moaned, her pussy contracting in orgasm as she said the words. "I'm a fucking slut." "Oh yes baby-girl," he urged as he continued to pound into her as she came. "Tell me what this slut needs." "Fuck me!" she cried out, her release still flowing. "Fuck me hard." "You like it rough don't you?" he replied, happily obliging her request with long, powerful thrusts. "You like being taken like a cheap whore." "Yes..." she sighed, her orgasm finally subsiding. "C'mon baby, you can do better than that!" he demanded as he shoved her head back down and took hold of her hips with both hands. "Show me what kind of slut you are." Jake began feverishly pumping into her dripping pussy and she found herself almost gasping for breath in between each slam of his cock. "I'm cheating fucking whore," she moaned, already desperate to cum again. "Fuck me rough and make me your slut." "You've been craving this haven't you?" he asked, knowing full well the answer. "You've been fantasizing about me." 'Fuck yes," she readily admitted. "All the time." "You think of me when you fuck your husband, don't you?" he pressed, craving her full submission to him. "Yes!" she shrieked, a feeling of sheer wickedness ripping through her body as she admitted it. "I think of you when I fuck him!" "You are a fucking slut," he groaned from behind her. "You wanna be my whore, don't you?" "Yes, fuck yes." She answered immediately. "I wanna be your whore." "You are my whore," he proclaimed, as he felt his own orgasm rapidly building. "My little slutty fuck-toy I'm gonna use however I want." "However you want," she repeated his words, desperate to get off again. "I'm your fucking whore." Megan knew she was on the verge of cumming a second time, and by now she also knew that she would say or do just about anything to get there. "You wanna cum on my big cock again baby?" he asked as she lurched her hips back towards him, desperate for every inch he was giving her. "You wanna show me how slutty you are." "Yes!" She wailed, almost subconsciously revelling in her submission. "I wanna cum on that big fucking cock like a slut!" Once again Jake yanked on her blonde mane and pulled her up towards him. He tilted her head back towards his and turned her face so he could look her in the eyes. "And you want me to cum to don't you?" He whispered, as he pulled her lips closer to his. "You want my cum in that slutty pussy again." She moaned as their lips met and one of his hands again moved to her explore her chest. Instinctively one of hers shot up to cover his and guide them over her yearning tits, directing them to squeeze and pinch. Slowly his kiss moved from her mouth across to her cheek. "Beg for it, bitch," he breathed against her flush skin. "Beg for my cum." "Give it to me," she pleaded, grinding her hips into him in an attempt to milk it out. "Please cum in my slutty pussy." Again their lips locked and she once more let out a deep moan as his mouth left hers and slid over her cheek and across to her neck. "You wanna be my cumslut don't you?" he groaned, his own orgasm imminent. "Yes, fuck yes." she replied softly as he pressed his nose into her tangled curls. "Make me your fucking cumslut." "Now tell me you fucking love me whore." he breathed into her ear, the same final admission of submission he had demanded from her the last time. And just like the last time, Megan knew she would cum as soon as she said it. But unlike the previous time, the twinge of guilt was far less. She wanted the orgasm that badly. "I fucking love you." she complied, her whole body beginning to shake as she started to cum. "Say my name, bitch!" he demanded as his own release began to well up. "I love you Jake." she moaned as her pussy clamped down on the pulsating cock inside of her. "I'm your fucking slut." His body shuttered as he finished exploding inside her and he fell forward against her back, enjoying the last few quivers of his orgasm as he tried to catch his breath. Seconds later he pulled out of her and she could feel his cum oozing out of her well used cunt and running down her leg. Megan could not even move. He body and mind were both frozen as she heard him pulling his pants back on behind her. She closed her eyes and tried to rationalize in her mind what exactly had just happened. Finally, she slowly pushed herself up off of the back of the sofa and turned around. Jake was gone. To be continued... Swingtown Satisfied for the moment, Jake pulled down on her hips and guided her down onto his stiff prick. They let out simultaneous groans as she began to slowly bounce up and down. A wry grin took over his lips as she leaned down and supported herself with one hand on his chest while her other hand caressed her tits. "That's it baby, give me a show." He encouraged as he watched. "Show me how much you like fucking another man." Not needing to be asked twice, both her hands squeezed her breasts and pulled on her nipples as she swivelled atop him. She moaned and ran one hand up through her tussled curly mane while the other one moved down to rub her clit as she rode his cock. "Is it bigger than your husbands?" He groaned from beneath her. "Does it fill you up more than his?" She squeezed her eyes shut at his questions. Though the answer was clearly yes to both, she was hesitant to feed his ego at the expense and humiliation of her husband. She proceeded apprehensively. "Yes, it's so big." She replied. "It feels so fucking good." Once again she felt the familiar sting of his hand smacking down on her ass cheek. Obviously she was not answering him as thoroughly as he had wanted. "Say it, bitch." He commanded, his voice raising with his demand. "Tell me how much better it feels. How much you love it." Megan had never submitted in such a way sexually. This man's personality repulsed her, but she could not deny that physically, he was getting her off in extraordinary ways. As much as she knew it was wrong in so many ways, she knew that she wanted to push her boundaries that night. "Fuck yes!" She cried out, giving in to his demands and her desires. "It's so much bigger. It feels so fucking good! I love riding it." He spanked her ass again for good measure and she found herself grinding ever harder onto his dick as her own words reverberated in her head. "That's it baby!" He pushed, taking hold of her hips as she fucked him. "Fuck me like the slut you are." "Fuck me!" She wailed, starting to fully give into the submissive dialogue. "It feels so fucking good! I love it! I fucking love it!" "Are you going to imagine fucking me when your husband's little cock is in that pussy?" He asked, wanting her to further humiliate herself and her husband. "Oh, God!" She gasped, the thought turning her on more than she thought possible. "Fuck yes! I'll picture your big cock every time we fuck!" Jake's hand crashed down once again on her ass and her pace atop his quicken to a frenzied pace as he continued to spank her as she fucked him and admitted her willingness to submit to him. "You love being a little slut wife don't you?" He bellowed, loving her enthusiasm. "You love being a little slut for another man." "Fuck me! Yes!" She screamed out. "I fucking love it!" He could tell from her new found fervour that he had her. Anything he wanted her to say or do at this point was there for the taking as she sought another orgasm. His own release was rapidly building and he wanted to take full advantage of enjoying her submission while he could. "Show me that wedding ring you dirty slut wife." He ordered her. Megan's hand shot out without hesitation. Being reminded of her marriage should have made her regret her words and actions, but at this point it was just adding to her sexual frenzy. She looked down at her wedding band and engagement diamond and swivel her hips faster, grinding her pussy down onto her new lover's dick even harder. "You love giving that married cunt to another man don't you?" He asked, his breath getting short as he strained to delay his explosion. "You love fucking me." "Fuck me yes!" She admitted at the top of her lungs. "I fucking love being a slutty wife and giving you my married pussy." "Is it my pussy now Megan?" He pushed, wanting that final piece of domination. "Do I own that pussy?" "It's yours, it's fucking yours." She readily offered, her orgasm building quickly. "It's your fucking pussy." "Now tell me you love me." He demanded, trying to force her ultimate submission to him. "Say it." She felt a huge pang of guilt. Not for the humiliation of Paul, but for that fact that she new she was going to come as soon as she said it. But it was too late. "I love you." She whimpered, fully submitting. "Oh, God I fucking love you." As she predicted, a giant orgasm exploded within her. Jake took hold of her hips and forced her to continue riding him as she came, adding to the mind-blowing release and almost causing her to pass out. She was completely at the mercy of his will. "Again! Say it again!" She heard him command through the haze. "I love you." She moaned. "I love you." He could feel his imminent release and knew he had to take full advantage of his dominance and her orgasmic state. Pulling himself up, he gave her a quick, deep kiss and then flopped back down onto his back. "You want my come don't you baby?" He groaned. "You want it deep inside you." "Yes, God yes." She whispered, likely not even understanding the question. "Say it!" He growled, slapping her ass for emphasis. "Beg for my come!" Whether she knew what she was saying or not, she was completely willing to say whatever he wanted at that point. "Fuck yes." She whimpered. "Give me your come baby. I want it. I want it so bad baby." Finally, he took hold of her swaying hips and pulled her hard down onto his cock. His eyes rolled back as he erupted deep inside her pussy and she initially quivered in pleasure at the feeling of his hot load shooting into her. As he pulled her down on top of him for a post orgasm kiss, the realization of what she had just allowed to happen rapidly donned on her. To be continued...