Misty’s Misadventure

He was the first thing Misty saw when she entered the bar.

He was incredibly tall, easily NBA player height. He was a wall of muscle that looked like he could punch through a brick wall. He had dark, chocolate colored skin covered in tattoos.

From the moment Misty saw him, she could help but think how much less impressive her husband Bobby looked by comparison. Bobby was a good man, and good-looking as well. But the African American man at the bar looked like he could rip Misty in half. And if Misty had been single, she would have been tempted to let him.

But instead, she was here with her husband. She tried to remind herself that it was a good thing as she followed him up to the bar and took a seat on the stool next to him. As the couple ordered cocktails from the slender, raven-haired bartender, she tried her best not to look over at the tall, dark, and handsome man sitting just a few stools down. Despite her efforts, however, she found herself throwing several longing glances his way.

"Hey, Bobby! You guys made it!" Bobby's friend Kevin said as he approached them at the bar.

Kevin, as well as his wife Beth, both exchanged pleasant greetings with Bobby and Misty before they both took their seats to Bobby's left.

Bobby and Kevin caught up on life, exchanging work stories and the like. Misty gave it her best effort to participate in the conversation. But try as she might, her attention continually drifted back to the tall black man.

Misty gazed at his bulging muscles filling out his t-shirt and wondered how easily it would be for him to throw her around the room. Misty was a particularly small woman, and she imagined it would be pretty easy for him to man-handle her given their considerable size difference.

Perhaps more importantly, she found herself wondering what he had inside those jeans. What was a man that large packing? What would Misty feel as it slammed into her? Could she even fit all of it?

"Nice dress." An unfamiliar voice said from behind her.

Misty turned to look at the voice and saw a pudgy, greasy-looking man. He grinned at her, revealing rotting teeth destroyed by years of neglect.

"Thanks." She said flatly, trying not to encourage him.

She wasn't the least bit interested in attention from this guy. However she wasn't surprised she caught his eye. The dress she had one really was something.

It was a classic, tiny little black number. It hung drum her neck from a thin spaghetti strap, and it hugged her feminine curves. It was the kind of dress that one couldn't help but imagine her shrugging out of.

"Can I buy you a drink?" He asked

"I already have one." She said, gesturing towards her cocktail.

"Mind if I sit?" The stranger asked.

"Actually, I'm here with someone." She said.

"Well, I don't see them sitting here." He said as he sat down to her left.

Bobby, still wrapped up in conversation

with Kevin, seemed oblivious.

"Wow, I like that dress even better from the front." The strange man commented as he made no effort to hide the fact that he was staring at her cleavage.

"Excuse me?" Misty asked, exasperated.

"Don't pretend you didn't wear that dress so people could look." He said, still sporting the grin that only looked creepier the longer it stayed on his face.

"Um, Bobby?" Misty tried to draw her husband's attention to the situation.

"Yeah, what's up?"

Before Bobby could respond, Kevin drew his attention back to whatever they had been talking about.

"Looks like he's busy." The stranger poked. "Guess you'll have to talk to me instead."

"Yeah, not interested, thanks."

"Why not? I'm a nice guy."

"Look, will you leave me alone?" Misty snapped louder than she meant to.

"Well, there's no need to get all hostile."

"Wait, what happened?" Bobby spoke up, apparently finally paying attention to the situation.

"Bobby, tell this guy I'm

not interested?" Misty pleaded.

Bobby leaned over towards the stranger. "She's not interested, she's with me." He then promptly went back to his conversation with Kevin.

"What's your deal?" The creep complained to Misty. "You're dressed like you want attention, but the second someone tries to give it to ya, you get your panties in a twist."

"Is this guy bothering you?" A deep voice interrupted.

Misty turned to see the tall, handsome black man towering over her and the creep.

"Yes, he is, actually." Misty said bluntly.

"Like hell I was." The creep whined. "She showed up dressed like that, so I could tell she wanted attention, so I was just trying to give her some, and then she freaked out."

"I'm dressed like this for my husband, I'll have you know!"

"Who, the guy who's barely looking at you?" The stranger came back.

"Look man." The tall man said. "If the lady's not interested, she's not interested."

"She is interested, she just doesn't know it yet."

Without further warning, the tall man grabbed the stranger by the hair and spiked his head off the bar.

The whole room looked over. Every conversation (even Bobby and Kevin's) stopped. The whole room was frozen for a moment as they all stared at the creepy man now clutching his face.

"I think you broke my nose!" The creep exclaimed.

"Nah, not yet." The tall man said casually. "But I will if you don't leave the girl alone."

"You had it coming, Kenny." The bartender put in.

"Here, lemme' take a look." Kevin said, standing up to approach the guy so he could inspect his allegedly broken nose.

"I'm so confused, what just happened?" Bobby asked.

"This guy wouldn't leave me alone." Misty explained. "So someone stepped in." Misty couldn't help but sound a bit annoyed that Bobby hadn't stepped in himself.

"Hey, I appreciate you standing up for my wife!" Bobby said, giving the man a friendly slap on the back.

"No problem." The tall man said.

As he turned to go, he looked Misty up and down with a smirk. As he did, the look in his eyes radiated a dark, primal lust. It was enough to make Misty fidget in her seat.

Before she could say anything, however, the tall man walked off to return to his seat.

A few minutes later, it was almost like nothing had happened. The creep left, presumably to go home and nurse his wound, and Bobby went back to his conversation with Kevin.

Before long, Misty found herself staring at the tall man across the bar again. He looked better than ever, now that he'd defended her from a creep. If Misty hadn't been married...

But she was married. So that was that. Still, it couldn't hurt to go talk to him right?

She hopped up off of her stool, and walked over to where the tall man was sitting with his friend.

"Hey." Misty said, grabbing his attention.

"Hey." He said. "Come to reward me for defending your honor?"

"A good deed isn't much of a good deed if it's only done for a reward." She came back.

"No one would do good deeds if it weren't for rewards. I noticed your husband didn't defend you."

"He didn't get the chance."

"If he had the chance, would he have actually done something?"

Misty didn't answer right away, and she knew D took her silence as an answer.

"That's what I thought." He said. "So do you wanna end the night on your knees for some mediocre guy who won't even stick up for you? Or do you you wanna get with a real man?"

"Well, first of all, insulting my husband will get you nowhere." Misty lied. In reality, hearing D put her husband down like that had already begun to make her tingle. "My husband is a good man, and I don't appreciate you disparaging him because he doesn't quickly resort to violence."

"I don't believe you." He bluntly called her bluff. "I think I can sit here and insult him as much as I want, and you won't do a thing about it."

Misty crossed her arms and put on her best glare, hoping she looked convincingly angry.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm sure you love your husband. But does he make you cum?"

"How dare you!" She exclaimed.

D smiled again. "So that's a no."

"Of course he does!"

"Sure, maybe you cum when you're with him. But does he really 'make' you cum? Does he take control of you and fuck your body until you explode, whether you want to or not? Do you cum with him because he's a sweet guy who gets you off? Or do you cum with him because he's a man who knows how to use what's his?"

She continued to glare at him even as she worried that the interest in her eyes probably showed. You're disgusting, and I'm going back to my husband now." She forced herself to say.

"Hurry back." D quipped casually.

Misty returned to her husband's side and wasted no time asking the question she couldn't stop thinking about.

"If you'd been closer, you would have hit him for me, right?"

Bobby laughed awkwardly. "Well, I don't know about that. You know I don't believe in resorting to violence. At least not unprovoked."

"He provoked us by insulting me." She pointed out.

"Yes, and if I'd been in D's position, I would have given that man a piece of my mind!" Bobby told her proudly.

"And what if he'd kept insulting me? Even after getting a piece of your mind, I mean?"

"Well, then, I would have had to insist that the establishment ask him to leave."

And just like that, Misty knew D had been right. Bobby was a good guy, but he wasn't a violent man. And a violent man was what she wanted.

She couldn't sleep with another man. That was wrong. Besides, how would she even explain her disappearance?

But he had defended her, after all. While her husband was too busy chatting with someone else. That meant something, didn't it?

Without even meaning to, she found herself walking back over to D. Her legs seemed to carry her toward him of their own accord. She didn't even know what she was going to say once she was next to him again.

Until she was right in front of him again, she found herself saying "Wanna come out on the floor and dance with me?" She asked.

He looked her up and down with a strange smile. "Just dance?"

"Well, like I said, I'm married, so I can't really reward you like I would normally. But a dance is kind of a reward, right?"

D thought for a moment. "Depends how good a dancer you are."

Misty smiled, mischievously as she took his enormous hand in hers. "Trust me, you'll enjoy this." She said as she began pulling him along with her.

She then realized they would need to go past where Bobby was sitting at the bar in order to get to the dance floor. How would she explain this? Would Bobby be okay with her dancing with some guy she just met?

Well, it turned out it didn't matter. Bobby was still talking to Kevin, and didn't even glance back and Misty and D as they passed.

Misty guided the hulking man into the dance floor where some kind of generic club music was playing. As she turned around to look at D.

She was once again struck by their huge size difference. He was almost literally twice her height. Even in her heels, she would only barely be able to get her hands up to his shoulders.

As Misty and D began to dance, she could tell he was impressed with what he was seeing. No surprise there, as Misty had once been a professional dancer. She was more then adept at putting on a show for horny men when she wanted to.

She swayed and gyrated in front of him to the heat of the music, without actually touching him. She reasoned that this meant she wasn't even doing anything wrong. In fact, Bobby had seen her dance like this with other men before, and he found it hot! So what made this any different?

Deep down, she knew what made this different was the lust she already felt for D. She wanted to jump into his arms and climb him like a tree. She wanted to let him do whatever he wanted to her right in front of the whole bar. Including Bobby.

But she was an adult, who could resist impulsive urges like that. So instead, she's dance with D, put on a show for him and give him something to think about when he went home...

D wasn't a bad dancer himself. While he wasn't a professional like Misty, he had rhythm. Maybe that was why Misty found herself closing the gap between them without even meaning to. Before you knew it, she had turned around and began grinding on D. She had to admit, she wasn't surprised to feel that he was already hard for her.

What was surprising was his sheer size. She expected him to be big, of course, just because all of his proportions seemed to be large. But his cock seemed to be absolutely gargantuan.

It was hard to tell through his jeans, but she estimated it to be nearly a literal foot long she pressed her ass back up against him as hard as she could, trying to imagine what this monster would feel like inside her. She imagined it would probably destroy her.

D grabbed her by the hips and pulled her into him even tighter. Misty didn't resist. In fact, she pressed herself into him even harder. As they swayed in unison, D's hands began to wander up Misty's stomach, and up to her breasts. He gave them a hard, enthusiastic squeeze, and Misty quickly reached up, took him by the wrists and guided her hands back down to her stomach.

"I don't think my husband would appreciate that." She said, but with a playful smile on her face.

"I think we've established that he wouldn't do shit about it."

"He wouldn't have to do anything about it, because I'm not going to let you get any further than a dance."

D suddenly sounded very serious. "Maybe I don't need you to 'let' me do anything." Something in his voice caused a cold spike of fear to shoot down her spine. Yet at the same time, she felt a warm twang of arousal over the statement.

"That's no way to talk to a lady." She said, trying to keep it light."

"You're right, and this is no way to touch one." With that, he reached down between her legs and grabbed her through her dress.

Misty gasped in shock. "D!" She didn't know if she was about to tell him to stop or keep going.

Before she had the chance to decide, a man walked up to them and patted D on the shoulder. Misty recognized him as the friend D had been talking to at the bar.

"Heads up, her man is looking for her." He informed them, then casually kept moving onto the floor to find someone to dance with.

Misty stepped away from D and was relieved when he didn't hold her back. She turned around to look for her husband and saw him approaching from just a few paces away.

"Bobby!" She said, perhaps a bit too eagerly.

"Hey, babe!" Bobby said cheerfully, seemingly oblivious to what he just been going on. "Just realized I hadn't seen you in a few minutes figured I'd come make sure there were no more creeps bothering you."

"Not at all!" Misty said. "I was just

dancing with my new friend D here. I figured I'd thank him for getting that guy to leave me alone." Misty then leaned back against D who returned his hands to her hips.

"I hope that's alright." D said in a voice that seemed to insinuate that it wouldn't matter much if it wasn't alright.

Bobby grinned. "Sure! As long as you guys don't have too much fun out here." He then turned his attention back to Misty. "I'm gonna' grab another drink, do you want one?"

"No, I'm good, hun. If I need a drink I'll send D to get me one."

"Alright! I'll check back again soon." And with that, he returned to the bar.

"Oh, I can get you something to drink, alright."

"Stop it. If you're gonna be bad, I'm not gonna dance with you anymore."

"And if your husband doesn't mind his own business, we're going to have a problem on our hands."

Misty paused to absorb what he'd said. "Are you threatening my husband?"

"Well that all depends..." he once again reached up to take her breasts in his

hands. "Is he gonna' stop me from doing what I wanna do?"

The gravity of the situation began to sink in. "Please don't hurt my husband." She said softly.

"Like I said..." as D continued, one hand stayed on her breast while the other reached down between her legs again. This time, he reached under her dress and grabbed her through her panties. "Is he going to stop me from getting what I want?"

"D, people are watching." Misty said,

noticing several pairs of eyes taking note of the increasingly sexual display.

"Wrong answer." D said bluntly

He then made eye contact with his buddy and motioned for him to come over and talk.

"I need hubby out of my way. At least for tonight." D said to the other man.

An evil grin spread across the other man's face. "I can keep him out of the way longer than that."

"Wait!" Misty protested. "You don't have to do that! Just let me take you to the bathroom where he won't see!" She pleaded

D and his friend exchanged a look. The other man shrugged and spoke. "Not as much fun for me that way but I guess it also works."

D looked back at Misty with an evil smile. "Lead the way, then."

Misty then began leading D back towards the ladies' room. As they once again passed by Bobby, she prayed he wouldn't look over at them, or worse, ask what was going on. But, to her immense relief, he didn't even notice them.

Misty pulled D into the women's restroom and was relieved to find it empty.

The moment the door was closed, D's arms were around her. He pulled her into him and kissed her hard on the mouth. He slipped her his tongue and she immediately began to suck on it. All the while hands hands wandered all over her body, grabbing her ass, her thighs, her tits and anything else he felt like touching.

Misty tried to tell herself that he was forcing her. That she was only doing this to save her husband. But she couldn't ignore the heat between her legs, and she couldn't stop herself from moaning into the kiss.

She lifted her leg as high as she could and wrapped it around D. Then, as his raging hard-on pressed against her through her panties, she involuntarily ground herself into it as hard as she could.

She then briefly broke the kiss off to say, "So you won't hurt my husband? As long as I get you off, he'll be okay?" She's asked to cover her guilt over how much she was enjoying cheating.

"That depends on how good you are." D said.

"Just don't hurt my man. And I swear I'll be the best you've ever had!" She said.

D reached up and grabbed a fistful of her hair with his left hand. "We'll see." With his right hand, he began undoing his belt.

Intense, stomach churning guilt washed over Misty as she realized just how excited she was to see this huge cock. She knew her husband deserved better. She wanted to hate this, for his sake. But the truth was, she couldn't wait to cheat on Bobby.

D's cock didn't disappoint. It was every bit as huge as she'd guessed it to be when she had felt it through his jeans. Almost a foot long, and thicker than she'd ever seen. She didn't even think she'd be able to wrap her hand all the way around it.

Without even needing to be told, she reached up and grabbed the throbbing erection and realized she did indeed need both hands to fully grip it all the way around.

She looked up and D and whispered. "You're amazing."

D smiled arrogantly and nodded. "Feels like I'm the one doing you the favor, doesn't it?"

She nodded deftly.

Then, once again without needing to be told, she stuck her tongue out and began to lick the tip.

She then leaned further in and took his huge, swollen balls in her mouth. She then trailed her soft wet tongue all the way rom his balls, up the underside of his long shaft, and all the way to his tip. She gave the head a soft kiss as she made sultry eye contact with him. From there, she planted kisses all along the shaft, working her way back down to his balls before giving them a kiss as well.

Misty hadn't intended to be so erotic. Her original plan was to suck him off as fast and hard as possible until he spilled his cum in her mouth, so she could quickly get back to her husband. But once she had seen this cock, instinct had taken over. She wanted to give him the full experience. She wanted to build him up slowly, until he reached an unforgettable climax.

Suddenly the door to the restroom flew open and D's friend rushed in. "Bro we got a problem." He announced urgently. "Some old friends of yours are here, and they don't look happy."

D cocked an eyebrow. "Is it them?"

The friend nodded. "Yup, them."

D abruptly stuffed his cock back into his pants. "Good. I've been hoping to have some words with them." He then grabbed Misty by the arm and hauled her up to her feet, then pulled her out of the bathroom with him.

"D, wait!" The friend said as he followed him out. "Not here, man. They outnumber you 10 to one."

Misty looked out across the bar and saw he wasn't lying. Literally ten or so, tough looking customers were at the counter questioning the bartender, and they didn't look happy. The whole bar seemed to know it, as the energy of the entire crowd establishment now felt incredibly tense.

"I did 5 years because of those assholes." D said. "I'm just supposed to let them walk away?"

"For now." The friend advised. "There'll be better times for revenge."

"You did 5 years in jail?" Misty asked.

"Five years in prison." D corrected.

He then held Misty in front of him and once again began feeling her up. She felt his still hard cock pressing into her from behind as he grabbed her boobs and began to play with her nipples through her dress.

"Five years without a woman." D explained. "And five years of wanting to make them pay."

"What did you do?" She asked timidly.

"I beat the shit out of some people who had it coming."

"Just get out of here bro, slip out the back. I'll buy you time." The friend urged.

"I'm not running from a fight, and I'm not living you behind." D insisted.

"They're not after me." The friend reasoned. "I'll just play dumb, and buy you a couple minutes. Then you can handle this when you have a chance to do this the smart way."

D sighed deeply. "I'll owe you for this."

The friend smiled and shook his head. "Nah, I'll just owe you one less."

The two men gave each other a fist bump and then parted ways. The friend was went towards the group of men, and D began moving to the side exit. To Misty's horror, he was dragging her with him.

"Wait! I can't leave my husband!" She pleaded.

"You've still got a deal to fulfill." He told her. "And no one is after your husband, he'll be fine."

He pulled her outside into the parking lot and practically dragged her over to his car, which turned out to be a slick looking blacked out Dodge Charger. He took keys out of his pocket, unlocked the door and shoved Misty into the passenger seat, then rushed around the other side and hopped into the driver's seat.

"That's him in that car!" Misty heard someone shout.

She looked over and saw the group of men from earlier rushing out of the building

"Guess he didn't buy us as much time as he thought he could." D muttered as he started the engine. The whole vehicle seemed to vibrate as it roared to life.

"Get him before he gets away!"

One of the men shouted as D threw the car in gear and began peeling away.

Several of the men began running towards them, and it was then that Misty realized many of them were carrying knives, guns, or even both.

D hurled the car out of the parking lot and took to the street. As he did, several of the men rushed to their own vehicles and gave chase. The next thing Misty knew, D was weaving in and out of traffic as nearly a dozen violent men chased after them.

"This is insane!" Misty protested. "You're going to get us both killed!"

"No, letting them catch us would get us killed." He said as he took an on-ramp onto a highway.

"I'm not a part of this, they don't have any reason to attack me!"

"Oh yeah? Well, I'll just pull over, let you hop out, and explain that then!" He said sarcastically.

He then looked her up and down briefly. "Besides, one look at you and they'll be on you like a pack of wolves." Maybe it was the adrenaline of it all, but that didn't sound like an entirely bad thing to Misty.

"Those guys are animals!" D said with audible disgust.

"Worse than you?" She said in a sassy tone.

"Believe it or not, yes!" He glanced over at her again. "That being said, you have a job to finish."

He then began undoing his pants.

"Now? Are you crazy?" She screamed.

"It's possible." He said.

"Don't you need to focus on driving?"

"This will help me focus, trust me."

He then grabbed her head and pulled her down until her mouth was forced to envelope his shockingly large, as well as absurdly hard cock.

Misty began to blow him uncertainly as he sped down the highway. This was crazy, but she had to admit it felt hot. She could hardly believe it, and she probably wouldn't admit it out loud, but she wanted to suck D's cock right now.

"The better you suck, the better I'll drive." He told her. "So blow me like your life depends on it, because it does!"

With noticeably more enthusiasm, she began bobbing her head up and down on his dick as he frantically tried to outrun their pursuers. Heeding words, she put all of her considerable talent to good use at giving him what she knew was most likely the best blowjob he'd ever had in his life. It was hard to take him in her throat at this angle and at this speed, but she still made sure to keep it as wet, hot, and messy as possible.

"Damn, girl!" D explained, obviously impressed by her efforts. "Do you suck your husband off this good?"

"Never." She admitted as she briefly removed her mouth from his cock.

"Why not?"

The question surprised her. But her own answer surprised her more. "His dick's not as good as yours!"

"Damn right!" He declared.

"Did you lose them yet?" She asked

"Just shut up and keep sucking."

Obediently, she went back to bobbing her head up and down on his fucking glorious cock.

After a moment or so, she felt the car lurch forward like they'd been his from behind.

"Did they just hit us??" She asked in shock.

"Just keep doing your job and I'll keep doing mine!" He told her.

In the interest of motivating him to keep them alive, Misty adhered. She sucked and slobbered and licked up and down the length of his his black cock, all the while he let out low groans of pleasure. Misty had to admit, she was impressed that he hadn't crashed yet. It seemed he wasn't lying, the blowjob really did seem to help his focus.

She reached into his jeans and cupped his enormous black balls close to his body as she continued to suck him off. As she sucked, she imagined how much cum was in those enormous testicales. She imagined how hard it was going to be to swallow all of it. She wondered if it would even be possible. She had a feeling that no matter how much she swallowed, she'd probably still end up covered as well. There was probably no way around staining her black dress.

She wondered where D would take her next if they made it out of this alive. Would she have a chance to change before she went back to her husband? Would Bobby have to see her in a cum stained dress?

The car lurched again, and Misty shot up in her seat to look around.

One of the pursuers vehicles had pulled up right along side them, and was not trying to push them off the road.

D grabbed Misty by the hair and pulled her back down. "You're not done yet. I got this."

Incapable of doing anything else, Misty went back to sucking.

Her heart pounded in her chest as she hoped and prayed to get out of this alive. And the whole time, she kept dutifully blowing the magnificent black cock beneath her.

She felt the vehicle shake and lurch several more times as their pursuers bumped them. She did the best she could to ignore it, instead focusing on D's strained groans. He was beginning to sound close, and she could hardly believe how excited she was to make him cum.

Here they were in a literal life or death situation, and she was about to make the biggest cock she'd ever seen cum in her mouth. She was completely helpless, only capable of hoping and praying the car didn't wreck. But instead of sitting frozen in panic, she was giving maybe the best head she'd ever given to someone other than her husband.

Just then, the car shook violently, and she heard a crash. She could tell from the motion of the vehicle that D had shoved one of the pursuers into the concrete barrier along the side of the highway. As he did, she felt his cock twitch in her mouth, and she wondered if it was the excitement of having made the other men crash.

Misty sucked and stroked for all he was worth until she heard D let out a shout.

"Oh fuck!"

Then, Misty felt his dick begin to pour his thick, hot cum into her mouth. It shot of out his huge cock like a canon, and while she did her best to swallow as much as she could, some inevitably began to leak out of her mouth, coating his huge jutting shaft.

More and more cum poured out of his dick. She'd never seen her husband cum like this before. She didn't even know it was possible to cum this much.

"Fuck, I can't swallow it all!" She exclaimed. As she did, his dick kept spurting out more of his creamy load. Some of it shot out onto her face. More still shot all over her black dress.

She took him back in her mouth and swallowed what turned out to finally be the last of his load. She sat up and looked at the gorgeous muscle bound man as she felt his cum slide down her throat. She wondered how her husband would feel if he could see her now.

"I think we lost them." D said, sounding understandably out of breath.

Misty looked out the back window of the car. There didn't seem to be anyone still following them. She couldn't believe they'd made it out of that alive.

Unsure of what to say, Misty sat in stunned silence as D drove, until he pulled them into a sketchy looking neighborhood full of rundown houses.

"Where are you taking us?" She asked

"Don't worry about it."

A few minutes later he pulled the car into the driveway one of the houses.

As they got out of the car, Misty felt her phone ringing. She reached into her purse and took it out. When she saw the caller ID, her heart nearly stopped.

Bobby.

"Oh my god, D, my husband is calling me."

D shrugged as he approached her.

"Ignore it. You're busy."

"I just disappeared! He's probably worried sick."

"So?" He stepped closer, practically pinning her between him and the car.

"If I don't answer, he'll call the cops. People will be out looking for me."

"Fine. Answer him then." To her surprise, he then knelt in front of her.

"What should I tell him?"

"Don't care." He then reached up her dress and began to slide her panties down her thighs.

"D!" She exclaimed. "Not now!"

"You should answer soon." He said as he brought the panties down to her ankles.

"D please!" She said, yet she found herself cooperatively stepping out of her panties.

"It'll go to voicemail soon." D pointed out. He then hiked her dress up above her waist, leaned forward, and began eating her out.

"Oh god." She exclaimed meekly.

Without much choice, she answered the phone and placed it to her ear.

"Hey, honey!" She said, wondering if she was trying too hard to sound cheerful.

"Hey, are you still at the bar?" He asked, sounding concerned. "There was some commotion outside, and I was worried you'd been caught up in it when I couldn't find you."

"No, baby, I wasn't caught up in that." She said, trying not to let the fact that D's tongue was inside of her color her voice. "I had to leave; something came up." She winced at the weak-sounding excuse.

"Something came up?" Bobby repeated, understandably confused.

"Yeah, um..." Misty struggled to organize her thoughts as D's tongue delved deeper into her. "D needed some help with something at home."

"The guy from the bar?"

"Yeah, the one who defended me." Misty struggled to stop herself from moaning into the phone.

Bobby was quiet for a moment. "You left with him?"

"I'll be back soon, babe, I promise."

"Misty... this just feels really strange."

D's tongue turned out to be nearly as impressive as his cock. It was long, wide, and he knew how to use it. It was a struggle just to control her breathing as the large man expertly went down on her.

"Do you trust me?" Misty asked.

"Of course." He assured her.

"Then just, don't worry. I'll be back soon, and I'll explain everything. I promise."

"Alright..." he said uncertainly.

D spoke up, in a low whisper. "You taste as good as you feel." He then promptly went back to eating her.

"What was that?" Bobby asked.

"I didn't say anything. I've got to go, babe, D needs my help with something."

"Okay, I guess. See ya later, be safe."

"I will." She said breathlessly. "I love you." She told him, while another man's tongue was buried deep inside of her.

"I love you too." Bobby responded, and she noted that he sounded a bit melancholy.

Misty hung the phone up and slipped it back in her purse.

"You bastard!" She hissed at D.

Though even as she did, she humped her hips forward, pressing herself further into his mouth. "You're scum, do you hear me?"

He ignored her, and simply continued tongue fucking her. As he did, she continued to ride his face, knowing full well she was in public and anyone could happen by at any time.

He then lifted her left leg up over his shoulder, thus giving him even better access and allowing her to ride his face even better.

Misty imagined what the sight would have looked like to anyone who passed by. She, a tiny, brunette white woman, was wearing a brilliantly sexy dress hiked up around her waist as she rode the face of a black man who looked like he belonged in the NFL.

She moaned lewdly as she desperately tried to convince herself that she hated this. She loved her husband, and the last thing she wanted was to hurt him. This brute shouldn't get to experience her like this.

"You fucking bastard, I hate you!"

Even as she spoke, she realized this disgusting, violent man was about to make her cum.

'Oh god no.' She thought. 'Please don't let me cum on this awful man's tongue.'

But she didn't stop humping his face. Instead, she pressed herself into him even harder. His amazing tongue dove into her, and upwards to her G-spot.

"No, no, no!" She pleaded with her own body not to cum while still deliberately pushing herself closer to the edge.

Her body ignored her. Warm, colorful light seemed to shine inside her body as she climaxed. She shook and moaned and whined as she came against her will. Tears welled up in her eyes as delicious, sweet pleasure wracked every nerve in her body.

D leaned back and looked up at her with a gross smirk on his face. He seemed to like knowing that she hadn't wanted to cum for him.

'Bastard' she thought as her orgasm continued.

She floated back down to earth as she leaned against the car. Reality began to set in as the bliss faded. She was in a bad neighborhood. With a man she barely knew, and she had no idea what was about to happen next. Excitement and fear ran through her and twisted together until she could barely tell where one feeling stopped and the other one started.

"C'mon, let's go inside." D said as he grabbed her hand.

"Is this your house?" She asked as he pulled her to the back of the car and popped the trunk.

"Nah. Just gotta talk to someone real quick." He grabbed a backpack out of the trunk, then closed it.

He then guided her to the front door and knocked.

The door was answered by a white man nearly as tall and nearly as muscular as D. He had a mean look in his eyes, and when he looked down at Misty, something about his mere gaze made Misty's knees feel shaky, and not in a good way. Or at least, not entirely in a good way.

"You're late." The man inside said.

"There were some holdups."

The man looked at Misty again, probably assuming she was the holdup in question.

"No doubt." He said, then stepped aside and ushered them in.

D nudged Misty in first, and as soon as she stepped inside, she knew she was in a bad place.

The house was dimly lit and smoky. Absurdly smokey. Some bassy rap song was being played through a small speaker to the side of the room. And in the center of the room, there was a coffee table with bags of white powder on it. It didn't take much imagination to guess what was in them. But more concerning than the coke was the gun sitting on the coffee table.

Behind the coffee table were two more white guys. One was average-sized and covered, almost literally, head to toe in tattoos. The other was a smaller, bearded man. He wasn't much taller than Misty, but something about his face gave her the feeling that he was just as dangerous as any of the other men in the room.

D strode to the coffee table and carelessly dropped the pack on it, next to the gun and the coke.

The tattooed man leaned forward, opened the bag, and looked inside. Misty expected him to comment on what was inside, but instead, he just stared.

"Are we happy?" The big white guy asked.

"I dunno." The tattooed guy said. "How do we know it's the real thing?"

"Because a fake would be almost as hard to get my hands on." D answered.

The big man guffawed. "Almost." He then looked at the shorter man. "Pay the guy."

The shorter man stood and picked up a small fanny pack off of the stand next to the couch. He walked over to D and handed over the pack, and D opened the bag, looked inside, nodded to himself, then slung it over his shoulder.

"Cool." He said flatly and began to turn to go.

"How much to leave the girl here?" The shorter man said while staring at Misty.

"She's not for sale." D said.

"Why?" The short man asked without taking his eyes off Misty.

"Because I'm not done with her yet."

The man looked misty up and down, evidently considering her disheveled state. "Looks like you've had plenty of fun with her already."

"Doesn't matter. She's not a part of this, I'm just borrowing her for the night."

"You brought her here." The man said, taking a step closer to Misty. "That makes her part of this.

Misty may not have felt safe with D, but something told her she was better off with him than this trio, so she stepped back toward him.

The tattooed man stood as well, and he and the larger man both began to close in on Misty and D.

"We'll let ya take a couple bricks for her." The large man offered.

D shook his head. "I already told you no."

"Well, the thing is, my guys already have their hearts set on her." The big man explained. "And I'm big on keeping their morale up."

"There's other hoes out there."

The lead man laughed. "Hoes? Sure. But they can have hoes any day of the week. It's not every day a top-tier cut like this walks in." He gestured at Misty.

"D." She whispered. "We should go."

"You can take the bricks," the lead man said, "we can do this the hard way."

D scoffed and was quiet for a moment.

"I don't think it'll be that hard."

The man with tattoos spoke up. "You don't know what you're getting yourself into, big guy."

"Looks like I'm about to get into a fight with three boys who are ready to throw hands over my sloppy seconds."

The short man didn't seem to like that. He dove toward D and threw a punch.

D all but ignored the punch that landed in his gut. He then grabbed Misty by the arm and tossed her back toward the front door. Next, kicked the shorter man in the chest, sending him toppling backwards across the room.

The larger white man was the next to make a move, swinging his fist for D's face. D juked back, then bowled the guy over with a haymaker, dropping the large man to the floor with one hit.

The tattooed guy was up next, and he dove for D's midsection in an attempt to tackle him. D stumbled back but didn't fall, then grabbed the man and threw him into the shorter man, who was just starting to get his bearings.

The big man then came back for more, grabbing D by the shirt and pummeling him with his fist.

As the two big men grappled, the shorter man finally made it to his feet, then jumped into the fray.

As D fought two men at once, trading blow after ruthless blow, the tattooed man made eye contact with Misty and

apparently decided to take advantage of the moment.

He rushed forward, managing to cross the room without getting caught up in the fray. He then grabbed Misty by the arm and dragged her out of the living room and down the hall towards the bedrooms.

Frozen in fear, Misty found herself unable to scream. Even if she could, who was there to scream for? D wasn't precisely a protector.

Misty heard the other men continue their bare-knuckle brawl as the man hauled her into a bedroom that was as dimly lit as the living room. The other three men sounded like they were destroying the place as much as each other. She heard glass breaking, she heard someone get thrown into a wall, and the grunts of pain were pretty much nonstop.

"How's it feel to know those guys are all fighting over you right now?" The tattooed man asked as he kicked the door behind them.

Misty didn't respond. She was too busy focusing on making sure her knees didn't give out.

The man pushed her back onto the bed. "I wanna see what D is willing to fight so hard to keep to himself." He then climbed on top of her and whispered in her ear in a low husky voice.

"All you need to do is lie there, stay quiet, and I won't have to do anything you won't like."

He then slid her dress up to her hips, took his cock out of his pants. He began to rub the head up and down against her slit.

"Holy fuck, you're wet." He exclaimed in a raspy whisper.

He wasn't wrong. Misty would have been lying if she said being hauled around by strong, angry men wasn't having an effect on her. What's more, there was something thrilling about knowing that a group of dangerous, Hyper violent men were willing to beat each other senseless just to fuck her. She wouldn't have admitted it out loud, but she'd probably be more than happy to let the winner fuck her.

The violence continued out in the living room, and Misty could only imagine the state of the room. It sounded like they were demolishing the place. To say nothing of what they were doing to each other. Someone was going to end up in the hospital for sure.

The tattooed man slid inside of her as she considered that thought. A hyper aggressive, alpha male type of guy ending up in the emergency room just for chance to get his dick in her. Misty knew she was hot, but she didn't mind being reminded. And this situation was serving as a very good reminder.

"Holy Fuck, you feel good." The tattooed man muttered.

Misty already knew that. She was well aware of the fact that she was a phenomenal lay. And men always seemed to know that about her even before they got inside her. Some women just gave off an aura that screamed 'incredible pussy' and she was acutely aware that she was on of these women.

The man slid in and out of her as reality set in. A man other than Bobby was inside of her. She was fucking a man who wasn't her husband.

Sure, she'd blown D, but that was different. A blowjob wasn't sex. And D had basically forced her.

This guy was essentially forcing her as well, and yet she hadn't really intended even to try to say no. Because as much as she didn't want to say it out loud, she was loving every second of this.

She was utterly helpless, in the hands of a violent, half crazy man whose name she didn't know. She had no idea what he was capable of or what he was going to do next. Which made her horny beyond belief.

She didn't want this man on top of her to know how much she was enjoying this. And yet she couldn't stop herself from seductively whispering...

"You're so much bigger than my husband." After all, it was only the truth.

Obviously excited by this information, the man began fucking her faster and harder than before.

Misty didn't know if it was the knowledge that she was married, or that he was bigger than Bobby. She assumed some combination of the two. Either way, she was glad her statement had the desired effect because the man was now power fucking her like a wild animal.

He fucked the way men only fucked when they were getting they best sex of their life. He fucked her in a way that let Misty know that for the rest of his life, every time this man fucked a woman he was going to be comparing her to Misty. This was probably the best it would ever get for him.

Or at least it probably would have been, if he'd had time to finish. The man was so caught up in fucking Misty that he hadn't realized the fight out in the living room had ended. Nor had he heard the door to the bedroom open.

He was so wrapped up in fucking Misty that he didn't even realize D was in the room with them until he pulled him off of her.

D tossed him into a desk along the side of the room, then leapt forward and grabbed him by the collar. He then hit him in the face, hard enough to make Misty wonder if the tattooed man was seeing cartoon stars.

D then pummeled the man until he collapsed on the ground. Then D climbed on top of him and continued hitting him again and again until the man was bloody and barely conscious.

D then stood up and faced Misty. As he did, she realized D was absolutely battered. He had a swollen eye, his clothes were torn, and he was bleeding in multiple different places.

Apparently none of this slowed him down because he was fucking rock hard.

He approached Misty on the bed and practically jumped onto her. Before she even knew what was happening, his cock was out and he was inside of her.

Somehow, he felt even bigger than he looked. His massive black cock felt like a battering ram pumping into her. His massive body hammered it into her again and again with a level of power she'd never felt before.

Misty realized D's muscles were by no means just for show. He was built to fight, and to fuck. He pounded Misty into the bed like he was trying to fuck through it and into the floor. And as hard as the bed was shaking, Misty couldn't help but wonder if he might in fact succeed!

"Jesus fucking Christ!" D groaned out. "I can't fucking believe your husband wasn't trying harder to protect pussy like this!"

"I told you not to talk about my husband like that." Misty protested, but it came out weaker than she intended.

"Yeah, bitch? You're cheating on him right now, but you still want to defend him?"

Misty opened her mouth to argue but as she thought about it, she couldn't come up with a counter.

D was a violent, despicable man, yes. And Misty was fairly certain he would have outright raped her if she'd flat out refused to fuck him. However, none of that changed the fact that the sex she was having with D right now was better than any she's ever had with Bobby. Because of this fact, she was forced to admit the truth that she'd known all along, deep down.

Misty had made her mind up to cheat on Bobby from the moment she laid eyes on D.

The bastard was a purpose built fuck machine, and his foot long cock was absolutely destroying her from the inside out. She knew she'd never be able to be faithful to Bobby after this. The world was too full of too many huge cocks for her to ever settle down and stay true to one man.

She couldn't wait to cheat on Bobby more when she was done here.

If she lived that long. The reality of her situation once again hit her. She was being fucked by a dangerous criminal, while other dangerous criminals writhed in pain on the floor.

Speaking of which, Misty noticed then that the tattooed man, who she'd previously assumed was unconscious, was looking right at her. He was beaten bloody and looked like he could barely move, but his cock was still out and he was still hard.

And he was stroking himself. The battered man on the floor was so attracted to Misty that even in his absolutely destroyed state, he still felt he had to get off to her.

"D, he's watching us." Misty said, more as a comment than a complaint. She didn't necessarily want him to stop.

"Let him!" D growled. "Least we can do since he's not gonna get to finish inside this perfect pussy."

Misty stared back at the broken man on the ground getting off to her taking the biggest clock she'd ever had in her life. Misty wondered what the man was thinking about as he watched her get fucked. Was he wishing he was still inside her? Was he just thinking about how hot Misty was? Or was he just enjoying seeing someone else fuck the women he had just been inside?

All she knew was that she liked knowing he was watching them. She also liked knowing that he was so turned on be her, he could even stay hard when he'd just had the living hell beat out of him. She wondered if he'd actually cum.

Just then, D reached down and placed his hand on her stomach, just above her vagina. The added pressure felt incredible. What's more, it reminded her of just how deep he was inside her.

"Your husband ever fuck you this good?" D asked.

"I love my husband." She insisted as she too continued to take another man's cock.

"Not what I fucking asked you!" D fucked her a little harder, evidently annoyed by her evasion.

"My husband is fucking amazing in bed!" She paused, and a naughty smile crossed her lips. "But not as amazing as you!"

This drove D wild. He began hammering into her harder than ever. Misty was helpless beneath him as his hips rammed into hers as if he were trying to break her.

"Yes, D, Yes!" She shouted in bliss. "My husband could never fuck me this hard!"

"Damn right, bitch!" Your husband is never going to be enough for you now that you've had a real dick in you!"

Any other day, Misty wouldn't have tolerated such talk about the man she loved. But here and now, with this majestic fuck stick inside of her, she physically couldn't bring herself to argue.

"You're right, D! I'm gonna cheat on him every day from now on!" As she said the words, she was surprised to realize she meant them.

"It'll be hard to hide it if you're cheating that often!" He pointed out as he continued to slam into her.

"I don't fucking care!" She told him. "I need more dick like this in my life and I don't care if Bobby catches me cheating!"

"Oh fuck." D groaned, "Say his name again!"

"Bobby!" She shouted obediently. "I love my husband Bobby but I also love cheating on him!"

"Say you love him again!"

"I love Bobby so much! But now that I know how good it feels to cheat, I can never be faithful to him!"

D let out a wordless, low groan. He sounded so primal. And he looked so large. Misty felt like a tiny doll beneath him.

"D I'm gonna cum!" She told him as the naughtiness of the situation overwhelmed her.

"Do it, slut!" He ordered in a strained tone. "Cum on my black dick while you think about your husband!"

Misty felt her orgasm knocking on the door of her mind. She'd already came on this man's show tongue, and now she was about to cum on his dick. For the second time today, she was about to orgasm with someone other than her husband.

"I'M SORRY, BOBBY!" She screamed at the top of her lungs.

A symphony of pleasure began to play deep inside her. Beautiful, angelic bliss overwhelmed her whole body. She screamed as heavenly pleasure shook her tiny frame. She came so hard that she felt tears welling up in her eyes.

"Yes, yes, yes!" she shouted as she shivered and spasmed.

She came so hard she swore she saw lights and colors. She felt like she was on another planet. Sex with her husband never made her cum like this. And because of that, she knew tonight was the beginning of a long string of infidelity.

"Oh shit!" D exclaimed.

"Are you about to cum?" She asked weakly.

"No, but the cops are." D said as he jumped up off of her and began pulling his pants up.

"What?" She asked, still in a post orgasm haze.

"Listen, you hear that?" D asked as he latched his belt.

Misty focused and realized she did, in fact, hear sirens. "Oh Shit."

"We gotta go."

He grabbed her by the wrist and began hauling her out of the room.

She briefly glanced at that tattooed man still laying on the ground. He didn't seem to have cum yet.

'Sorry.' She mouthed, though she wasn't exactly sure why.

D pulled her down the hall and back into the living room. As they passed through, she realized the room had indeed been destroyed. There were lamps knocked over, the TV was shattered, and there was a roughly person shaped dent in the drywall.

All because four men wanted to fuck her.

'It's a shame. I would have been willing to let them share me.' She thought to herself as D pulled her out of the house.

He dragged her along to his black Dodge. And she only now noticed just how badly smashed up it had gotten in the chase. Nevertheless, D shoved her into the passenger seat, jumped into the driver's seat, and they were off.

Misty didn't actually see the cops, but they got close enough that she could see the blue and red lights flooding the neighborhood. If she'd been thinking logically, she probably would have been hoping the cops caught D and rescued her. Instead, all she could think was that if they got caught now, she wouldn't get to feel D cum inside her.

As D sped away into the night, narrowly avoiding the cops, she couldn't help but ask the obvious question.

"Where are you taking me?"

"My place. I'm not done with you yet."

Misty grinned. She then reached over and grabbed the crotch of his jeans and found he was still incredibly hard.

She reached inside his waistband and began stroking him in his pants. At the same time, he reached over, stuck his hand under his dress, and began to finger her.

The two masturbated each other as D sped down the road towards his apartment. Misty could hardly believe what was happening. The first time she'd gotten in a car she'd been terrified. Now she couldn't wait to get back to his place to get under him again.

Misty heard her phone ding, and she took it out of her purse with the hand that wasn't wrapped around D's cartoonishly large cock.

It was a text from Bobby that read

'Call me soon?'

She texted back, 'Busy at the moment. Call you soon.'

D glanced over at her as he continued to hook his fingers around inside her.

"My husband is still wondering where I am." She explained.

"Maybe you should tell him." He quipped.

She laughed. "I don't think he'd be happy."

"I don't think I'd give a fuck."

Before long, D was parked in front of his building. Misty hardly paid any attention to their surroundings as he whisked her inside to his apartment.

The moment his front door was shut, the two were all over each other. She leaped into his arms and the two made out wildly as he carried her across the living room.

D sat them both down on the couch with Misty in his lap. Immediately, she began grinding into him through his pants. After only a minute or two of grinding and kissing, D pulled his cock out and Misty welcomed it inside of her. She slowly slid herself down onto it, letting out a satisfied moan as she did.

She then began riding it like the cheating whore that she now knew she was. She may have loved her husband, but nothing in the world was going to stop her from cheating on him. If Bobby had walked in, then and there, she would have looked him square in the eye and kept riding.

She grinned as D's hips bucked up into him. "I wonder how long you'll last, considering you didn't get to cum last time."

"Last time?" He asked "this is still part of the same fuck. But I'm not even halfway done with you."

"Not even halfway?"

"I'm gonna go until I wear you out!" He declared. "Then I'm gonna keep going! I'm going to use you like a fuck doll all night long!"

Just then, Misty's phone rang.

She giggled. "That's probably my husband again."

"Answer it." D said.

"I don't think I can keep quiet while you're inside me."

"Answer it." He said again, in a tone that communicated it wasn't a suggestion.

Nervous, she reached over to her purse, took out her phone, and answered it. She then kept riding as she put the phone to her ear and spoke.

"Bobby?"

"Misty, hey!" Bobby sounded anxious. "It's getting really late. What's going on? This isn't like you."

"I know, honey." She tried to reassure him as she continued to ride another man's cock. "I didn't intend to stay out so late, it's just that I'm still helping D."

"I don't understand, helping him with what?"

Misty grasped at straws, desperately trying to come up with a cover story but finding none."

"Well, ya see... I'm fucking him."

She could hardly believe she'd said it. And from the momentary silence, it seemed Bobby couldn't believe it either.

"What?" He asked after a moment.

"I'm cheating on you right now, baby, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean for it to happen. His dick was just so big and I just couldn't help myself."

"You're having sex with the guy from the bar right now?"

"Yeah, for like the third time, technically." She explained casually. "Well, I guess it's the second time, really. D didn't finish last time. He has so much stamina.

D smirked as he listened, and continued to watch her ride him.

"Misty, I don't understand." Bobby said.

"Well, you see, I really didn't mean to cheat. It's just that D is so much stronger than you, and his dick is so much bigger than yours. And he is so much better in bed than you. I'm sorry, baby, I really just can't help it."

D began to buck up into her even harder as he listened.

"I... I don't know what to say." Bobby said, sounding confused but notably less depressed than one would have expected.

"You don't have to say anything. Just know that I'm having such a good time, and I promise I'll be back tomorrow morning."

"Tomorrow morning?!" Bobby exclaimed.

"I love you, baby. See you soon." She then abruptly hung up and dropped the phone on the couch.

D let out a primal sounding growl and stood, carrying Misty with him. He then began fucking her midair. Misty wrapped her legs around D's waist and held on as best she could.

To Misty's absolute disbelief, he fucked her like this for several minutes straight. His sheer strength, endurance, and aggression were jaw-dropping. He was like a machine as he held her up and continued to pump into her.

When he got bored with this, he carried her back to his bed and pounded her into it even harder than he had before at the trap house. Misty lay beneath him, feeling utterly powerless as he slammed into her again and again for what had just been over an hour. During this time, she came on his dick twice, both times harder than she had ever cum with Bobby.

Eventually, D was finally ready to cum, and when he was, Misty was more than ready for it.

"Fuck, bitch I'm gonna cum!" D shouted it through gritted teeth.

"Do it! You're gonna be the first man other then my husband to fuck me since I got married!"

D let out a primal, angry sounding scream as his cock erupted deep inside Misty. He flooded her with an insane amount of cum. Misty couldn't remember Bobby, or any other man ever having filled her with so much cum in her life.

The feeling of having a man other than her husband cum inside her drive Misty to a third orgasm. She came hard as he continued to pour his thick, potent seed.

The two lay there shaking as they came together straight for the next 2 minutes. Misty came so hard that she felt her senses being absolutely overwhelmed. She wasn't sure she'd ever cum this hard in her entire life. Misty came so hard, that before she knew what was happening, she found herself slipping out of consciousness.

Misty woke up, an hour or so later, naked and sweaty. She sat up and looked around to find D's bedroom empty. She stood up and looked around for something to wear before she went looking for D. She saw his shirt on the floor, and decided to put it on. It was several sizes too big for her, but it would do for now.

She opened his bedroom door and stepped out into the living room. Here, she found D shirtless and wearing only a pair of jeans as he spoke to a group of three other men she didn't recognize.

"I assume that's her then?" One of the men, a tall black man with dreadlocks, was the first to point her out.

"That's her." D confirmed. "Perfect timing."

"Well, now that I've seen her, I understand why you asked so much."

D laughed. "Yeah, and that's after I put some serious mileage on her tonight.

"D, what's going on?" She asked timidly.

"So we have a deal?" D asked the man.

"I guess we do." Dreadlocks said, handing over a huge wad of cash.

D accepted the cash and commented. "Trust me. She won't disappoint."

"D, what the fuck?" She asked more urgently.

"Well, we can't take her out like that." Dreadlocks said.

"Sure, we can. It's the middle of the night." One of the other men, who sported a well-kept beard, commented.

"Still." Dreadlocks said as he took off his jacket.

He wrapped it around Misty, then quickly began ushering her out of the apartment.

"D, what's happening?" She asked, beginning to panic.

He didn't answer. He just smiled grimly as he waved while the other three men ushered her out the door.

She was still groggy and still in disbelief about the situation, so it wasn't all that hard for them to usher her out of the building and into the back seat of a black SUV. Once there, Dreadlocks sat up front while the bearded man, and the third man, sporting sunglasses, both sat in the back on either side of Misty.

As Dreadlocks began to drive off, the bearded man withdrew a switchblade from his pocket and showed it to her without opening it.

"Now listen." He began calmly. "We bought you from D, fair and square. Paid damn good money for you too. But we only need you for tonight. So all you use to do is treat the three of us as well as you treated D, and tomorrow you get to go back to your old life."

Misty sat, terrified as the car drove on towards wherever these men were taking her. She was in a car with strangers, half-naked, and completely at the mercy of these people. She didn't even have her phone or wallet on her. She'd never been so helpless in her entire life.

And yet in spite of that, she found herself placing each hand on the closest knee of the men on either side of her. She then began slowly sliding her hands up their thighs. Not because she felt she had to. But because she wanted to. By the time she got her hands to their cocks, she realized they were both hard. She couldn't help but smile as she realized it.

The Bearded man looked down at her, obviously surprised. Yes, they had purchased her outright with cold cash, but they'd expected the fun to begin once they told her it was time for it to begin. The last thing any of them had expected was for her to take the initiative on her own. She flashed the bearded man a slutty grin as she began to stroke both men through their pants.

Without further warning, she dipped her hands into their waistbands and grabbed hold of their bare cocks. Both men were huge. Not as big as D but bigger than her husband. She pulled both their cocks out of their pants and found her mouth practically watering at the sight of them.

On any normal day, she would have barely paid these men any attention. But now vulnerable, helpless, and in a high-stakes situation, what could she say? It was enough to make a girl feel flustered.

Both men began breathing unevenly as she simultaneously gave them both handjobs. Both men seemed to be trying to stay quiet, and Misty wondered if they weren't supposed to touch her until they got to their destination.

The man with dreadlocks, who seemed to he the leader, kept his eyes on the road as he drove. Meanwhile Misty continued with the double handjob, and then men on either side of her stayed quiet. After a few minutes, both men began to explore her with their hands. They felt up her legs, her breast, and her pussy. They played with her hair, and it was almost tender. To see them now, it would not have all been apparent that these men had just bought her like merchandise. The bearded man had even put the switchblade back in his pocket. Curiously, Misty found herself hoping they'd be less gentle with her whenever they got wherever they were going.

She didn't have to wait long. Soon, the car was parked, and the trio of men was hustling her into an apartment building and up to a unit on the second floor. Once the door to the apartment was closed, Misty had to force herself to suppress a smile as the group discussed their plans for her. She'd hate to break the illusion that she was a helpless, scared prisoner, but as they discussed running a train on her, then making her air-tight, she couldn't help but feel excited.

Once they seemed to have the details worked out, dreadlocks and beard went out to the kitchen. Presumably to hydrate for a long night, while Sunglasses grabbed Misty by the arm and gave ushered her into what turned out to be an office.

He then stripped her out of the jacket and shirt she was wearing, then briefly stopped to admire her once she was naked.

"D wasn't lying about that body." He murmured.

He then leaned down and took her in his arms and kissed her hard on the mouth. He then backed her up across the room as they made out fiercely. He then lifted her up and sat her on a desk, then pulled away from her and took his cock out.

"Let's see if he was lying about this cunt." He said as he slid inside of her."

"Fuck, you're already wet!" He groaned. "And you're just as tight as he said, too!"

Misty's only response was a slutty moan as he slid in and out of her.

"D offered you up as payment for a pretty Fuckin' huge debt he owed." The man explained as he fucked Misty. "We're about to find out if you're really worth his debt."

The man then proceeded to fuck Misty on the desk as she held on tight and moaned lewdly as he went to work on her.

The man wasn't half bad, although so far D remained the best lay she'd had tonight. The desk shook as they fucked, and once in a while something would fall off of it. A stapler, then a computer mouse, et cetera. The man in sunglasses paid them no mind as he continued to slam into the beautiful brunette. Misty had to admit, her only real complaint was that he hadn't chosen a softer surface to fuck her on.

Eventually however, a second complaint arose as the man announced that he was close after only 15 minutes or so of fucking.

The man slid out of her, then quickly man-handled her off the desk and onto her knees, then began to jerk off furiously. Misty bit her lip then looked up at him seductively as he brought himself to the brink. He than exploded all over her chest, spraying an shocking amount of cum all over Misty's gorgeous tits.

Misty had to admit that what the man lacked in stamina, he made up for in the sheer size of his load. Practically her whole torso was covered in his warm cum. She dipped a finger in it and brought it to her tongue to taste.

"Not bad." She said flirtatiously.

The man didn't respond, but instead left the room without another word. For a moment, mostly knelt there wondering what she should do next. She didn't have to wonder long however, because the bearded man then came in, looking more than a little eager.

He paused briefly when he saw she was covered in cum. It didn't slow him down for long, however, as he grabbed her by the arm and hauled her back out into the living room, and then from there, into the bathroom.

"Get in the shower and turn it on." He ordered as he began to undressed.

Misty did as she was told, and a moment later the man with the well-kempt beard joined her in the shower. He grabbed her and kissed her as they stood under the hot water, and Misty realized he intended to fuck her in the shower.

He pressed her up against the wall of the shower and then lifted her up, and slid himself inside of her. Misty had to admit she was impressed by the strength he displayed in this maneuver. She was more impressed still that he hadn't slipped on the wet floor.

Or at least hadn't slipped yet. As he began to fuck in and out of her, Misty was keenly aware of the fact that if he slipped, he was most certainly going to take her with him. All she could do was

metaphorically cross his fingers and hope for the best as she held on.

That being said, this man was a damn good fuck, even in the shower. Misty suspected he would have been a great fuck had they been somewhere more comfortable. He was strong, and he was fast, and he had seemingly unlimited stamina. He fucked up against the wall of the shower like this for almost a half an hour and never seemed to tire.

After that, he set her down on her own two feet and turned them around so Misty was now facing the shower door with her palms pressed up against it. The bearded man then stood behind her, took hold of cock and guided it back into her.

He then fucked get up against the door just liked he had against the wall. At least now, he wouldn't take Misty with him if he fell.

The bearded man gripped her hips tightly, and Misty felt his thumbs digging into her lower back as he plowed into her. The man grunted in primal pleasure as he fucked her from behind. Occasionally he'd give her tight little ass a firm slap.

Then he reached forward with his left hand and wrapped it around her neck. Not hard enough to choke her, but hard enough to show he was in control. Then he leaned forward and wrapped his right arm around her waist. He held her body against his as he continued pumping his thick cock into her. In this position, Misty felt like his swollen head was reaching deeper inside her before. Easily deeper than her husband ever had.

Just then, the door opened and sunglasses guy strode in like he owned the place. He still hadn't taken the glasses off.

"Almost done? You've been in here for a while." He complained.

"Not my fault you blew your load in her early." The bearded man said casually as he continued to fuck her.

Sunglasses fidgeted uncomfortably. "I just wasn't like, warmed up. But whatever. You can't keep her to yourself all night. "

The bearded man let out a growl of frustration. "It's not even your turn yet, fuck off. I'm done when I'm done."

Sunglasses sighed in annoyance and glanced longingly at Misty. Misty gave him a sultry wink, and the man turned to go.

"Guess you're in high demand." The bearded man grumbled when Sunglasses was gone. "I can fucking see why! D says you're married, right? Wonder how your husband is going to feel when he finds out what we're doing to his wife."

Misty looked back at him with a wicked smile on her face.

"I can't wait to tell him all about it!" She said between horny moans. "You're the fourth man I've fucked today who isn't my husband! And all of you have been better than he is!" She stretched the truth.

Sunglasses had been an only acceptable fuck. And while the bearded man was pretty good, but maybe not quite as good as her husband. In spite of all that had happened tonight, the fact that she enjoyed sex with her husband quite a bit hadn't changed.

She only hoped he still enjoyed sex with her after this. Surely he'd view her differently? And Misty had no intention of giving up cheating after today. Hopefully, Bobby would be okay with sharing her on a regular basis.

"When you do tell him," the bearded man said "make sure you remind him of how much harder you came with other men then him! And more importantly remind him of how much they filled you up!"

"Does that mean you're gonna cum in me baby?"

"Fuck yeah I am! It'd be a waste not to!"

"Do it! Cum inside my married pussy!"

"Oh fuck! This one's for your husband!" He groaned.

He then tensed up, and Misty felt his already swollen head expand even more as he pumped his hot cum inside of her. The man shouted in ecstasy as he dumped his hot load in her. Misty took every drop like a good girl, forgetting that she was actually forced to be here.

When the man was done cumming he pulled out and leaned back against the wall of the shower.

"Clean yourself up. You've got more work to do." He ordered.

With a sly smirk on her face, Misty bathed while imagining what was going to happen to her next.

Once she was done showering, she stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel off of a shelf. As she was drying herself off, dreadlocks guy barges into the room.

"Come here." He demanded as he took her by the hand and pulled her out of the room.

He pulled her across the living room and brought her to a large window. Out the window, she could see down to the street below. This time of night, the whole block practically looked like a ghost town. Not a soul was in sight. Probably the best, as Misty was now buck naked in front of the window.

"You're going to do whatever I tell you to, no matter who walks by." Dreadlocks ordered.

Misty thought for a second as she stared out the window. How likely was it that anyone would happen by this time of night? They were only on the second floor, and the window was quite large. A lucky stranger could possibly catch quite an eyeful.

"Kneel." Dreadlocks order.

"What if someone takes a picture or recording of me or something?" Misty asked. "They could put it on the internet."

"Then I guess you get to be famous." He said.

He then placed a band on her shoulder and pushed her down to her knees. "I don't wanna have to repeat myself." He said sternly.

"Yes, sir." She whispered.

"I assume you can figure out what you're supposed to do next."

Misty smiled and leaned forward. She undid the man's belt with her teeth as she gazed up at the man seductively. After that, she snapped open the button on his jeans. She then gripped his zipper in her teeth and slowly opened his pants.

Finally, she reached into his boxers, grabbed his already hard cock, and pulled it out. Her mouth literally dropped open at the man's size.

Earlier today, D had been the owner of the largest dick she's ever seen. But the dick that was in front of her now demoted him to only the second longest. He was literally an about foot long. Maybe even an inch more. He was thicker than D as well, having nearly the girth of a Pringles can.

"See anything ya like?" The man joked with a smile.

"I've never seen such a big cock in my entire life." She whispered in awe.

"Most people haven't." He said confidently.

"I don't even know if I can fit this inside me."

"Well, I sure hope you can, because I won't have any use for you if you don't."

Misty slowly began her to stroke his unfathomably large cock then said "then I guess I better make myself useful."

She then leaned forward and opened her mouth as wide as she possibly could. It wasn't easy, but she did manage to open her mouth just wide enough to get the massive dick inside.

She then began slowly and seductively sucking him off, causing him to let out a groan of agonizing pleasure. He reached down and tangled his hands in her hair as he began to massage her scalp while she sucked off his massive cock. She also reached up and played with his massive balls, massaging them and cupping them close to his body, causing the man to throw his head back and let out a deep, masculine moan.

"Fuck, D wasn't kidding about you." He commented.

She took her mouth off of him but continued to stroke him with her hand. "And what did D say about me?"

"That you gave the best head he'd ever had in his life."

"I'm glad I made such an impression. D had the second best cock I've ever seen in my life."

He grinned down at her. "Where's your husband rank?"

"Lower than you." She said frankly. "Much, much lower." She began to stroke him faster.

"How much smaller is he?"

"You're literally more than double his size."

His grin spread even wider.

"It sounds like it's gonna be hard to go back to him."

"Oh, it'll be easy to go back to him. I love him a lot. I just won't enjoy his dick as much as I'm about to enjoy yours."

She then practically dove forward and engulfed the man's huge cock with her mouth again. She took him as deep as she could (which was only about halfway) and sucked him off like a mad woman. She choked and sputtered and struggled. She ended up with drool running down her chin, and eventually down tits as she

aggressively blew the most impressive cock she'd ever seen in her entire life.

Misty knew she was a fantastically good-looking woman. But she also knew that she probably looked better now than ever. She was an absolute mess, and she didn't care. She knew what men liked, and she knew most men probably preferred her like this to all dolled up.

"Fuck, I thought my wife was the best cock sucker in the whole world til now." Dreadlocks said.

A fire lit inside Misty as she realized this man was married. Not only was she cheating on her husband with him, but he was cheating on his wife with her. Misty felt like even more of a whore now and she loved that.

"That's not very nice. I'm sure your wife does her best." Misty scolded playfully before quickly going back to sucking him off.

"She does do her best. And her best is damn Fuckin' good! The main reason I married her was because she gave the best head I ever had! At last until I got this cock inside your pretty little mouth."

If her mouth hadn't been busy sucking dick, Misty would have smiled ear to ear.

"I can't wait to tell her how much better you are at this."

That gave Misty pause, internally.

"You tell your wife about the other women you fuck?"

"Never have before. She thinks I'm a perfectly faithful husband. But now that I've felt how good you are, I'm gonna have to make sure she knows she needs to step up her game."

A hundred thoughts ran through Misty's head all at once. Was this man really going to tell his wife directly that someone else had sucked his dick better that she had? How would his wife react? Would she take it as a challenge? Would she suck her husband off with even more enthusiasm in hopes of regaining his favor?

Misty let out a moan as she sucked. She imagine this man' wife on her knees in front of him, desperately sucking off his magnificent cock while hoping she was doing as good a job as Misty.

Misty's train of thought was interrupted when Dreadlocks suddenly grabbed her and hauled her back up to her feet.

"C'mere, I wanna see if that pussy feels half as good as this mouth." He said as he pressed her up against the window then got into position behind her.

This was different from kneeling in front of the window. She was standing right in front of it, palms pressed up against the glass. Completely naked and fully on display, she knew if anyone happened by on the streets, they'd get to see one of the hottest sights they'd ever seen in their entire life.

Behind her, Dreadlocks pressed the head of monstrous cock up against her opening.

"You ready to have your life changed by this dick?" He asked in a low voice

She looked back at him with a grin.

Without another word, he began slowly, almost agonizingly sliding himself inside of her.

Misty let out a cry as she struggled to accept his monstrous length. It felt like he was the size of a tree trunk, but with some effort, he managed to bury himself inside her to the base.

"Holy fuck." He whispered in awe of how good she felt.

He then began slowly sliding in and out of her, groaning in pleasure as he did. "Fuck." He whispered again, sounding distressed.

Within a minute, Dreadlocks began to pick up the pace, fucking her faster and harder. After just moments he began fucking her so aggressive that he began pressing Misty hard up against the glass. Her body was pinned between his strong body and the cold window.

Misty thought about how hot she must have looked. She was fully naked, with her whole body was pressed up against the window. Her hard nipples strained against the glass as she was shoved into the window. She was fully on display for the viewing pleasure of whoever happened by.

"Ugh, Jesus Christ!" Dreadlocks grunted as he fucked her into the glass. "My wife is never gonna outdo this."

Misty was about to respond to his comment when she noticed something that filled her with dread.

A man was walking by on the street below. And of course, it didn't take long for him to look up at the window of the well-lit apartment. Misty expected him to politely look away and keep walking, but instead he stopped in his tracks and openly stared at her as she got fucked.

The dread she felt began to change. This perfect stranger was watching her cheat on her husband with a man who was also a stranger to her. This was probably the dirtiest thing she'd ever done.

It soon became dirtier still, as the stranger on the road took out his phone, pointed it at her, and began to record.

"Oh shit, looks like you got a fan!"

Dreadlocks joked in between grunts of pleasure.

Misty felt a smile creep over her face as she let the stranger record her. Not that she could do much to stop him, but even if she could, she probably would have allowed it to continue. It turned her on to know that this man would probably take this footage home and jerk off to it.

She saw the man raise his other hand to his phone and make a pinching motion on the screen to zoom in the camera. Misty lewdly stuck out her tongue and winked at him.

The man visibly brightened up and flashed her an excited smile as he realized how much she enjoyed being filmed.

"Damn girl, I think he likes what he's seeing!" Dreadlocks said as he fucked her into the window. "Ya think he'll post this online?"

"Hopefully!" Misty half-joked. "If I'm lucky, maybe my husband will see it!"

"Oh fuck that's hot." Dreadlocks said, sounding shaky. "Keep talking about your husband."

Misty laughed as she realized how much he was enjoying cucking her husband.

She thought back to earlier tonight when she'd had to be forced, manhandled, and coerced into cheating on Bobby. Now she was happily getting off specifically on knowing she was cheating on him.

"I hope that guy posts this video of me getting fucked by you!" She announced. "I hope my husband sees it and can't help but jerk off to it! I hope he cums all over his phone screen while he watches his beautiful wife get fucked by a bigger man!"

"Oh fuck!" Dreadlocks shouted out.

Then he came. Misty couldn't help but laugh. She was flattered that he was so excited, but she had thought he would last a bit longer than that.

Still, he pumped a pretty respectable load into her. She felt him dripping down her thighs as she stepped away. He then took her by the hand and pulled her away from the window.

Misty gave the guy on the street a wave, and she was pulled out of sight.

Then she heard the man shout "That was fucking awesome!"

Dreadlocks pulled her to the couch in the middle of the living room and directed her to sit down.

"Wait here." He commanded.

He then walked naked into the kitchen, where the other two men were presumably waiting. She heard them talking in rushed tones, and they seemed to be arguing for a bit. Obediently, Misty waited for them to finish.

When all three of them re-entered, all of them were naked and all of them were fully erect.

"So," Dreadlocks began. "We're not done with you yet. Kneel on the floor."

Misty stood quietly, walked to the center of the room, and kneeled.

Over the next minute or so, the three men positioned themselves over, under, and behind Misty.

Dreadlocks laid on the ground beneath her, and humped upwards into Misty's very wet, and very married pussy. Sunglasses (who still refused to take the glasses off) stood over Misty, getting blown by her. Finally, the man with the well-kept beard knelt behind her, and slid his well lubed cock into her tight ass.

She had never been in such a submissive position in her entire life. Kneeling on the floor, with three dangerous men all using her at once. Every hole was filled.

All three men began to move in and out of her at varying paces. The bearded man behind her when the slowest, gradually letting her tight ass warm up to him. Dreadlocks went nearly as slow, evidently trying to conserve his stamina. The man in sunglasses set the fastest pace, fucking her mouth as if he was fucking her tight cunt.

Misty was glad that she had no gag reflex. As Sunglasses gripped her hair tightly with both hands, he pounded away at her throat with abandon. She looked up at him seductively as she happily let him fuck her throat. She moaned onto his cock, vibrating her throat for him, causing the man to growl in ecstasy.

Misty basked in pleasure as she savored the moment. In spite of the fact that she'd been sold like property to end up here, she loved this. Getting fucked by three men at once like this was practically a dream come true.

It wasn't long before Misty found herself getting close to a climax. All three men were getting more excited as they went, and consequently, they each began to pick up the pace. They may have felt competitive as well, causing them to fuck her harder and more spitefully. Before she knew it, all three dicks were pumping into her about as fast as any of them could manage.

It was almost too much for Misty. She felt the pressure building inside of her. The pleasure that had been a warm glow before was now growing into a fire.

She thought of her husband, sitting at home, maybe worried about her, maybe distraught knowing that she was cheating. Probably some complicated combination of the two feelings. As far as her husband knew, she'd only cheated with one man.

A twisted part of her wished Bobby could see her now. She wished her sweet, loving husband could see his beautiful wife get brutally fucked by three strange and dangerous men. She knew it was wrong to feel this way, but she wanted her husband to know how much she enjoyed cheating on him in the most debaucherous ways possible. In fact, she couldn't wait to tell him all about this.

That thought sent her over the edge. The warm glow of pleasure inside her exploded into a fury of bliss. Let out a loud, unbridled moan around Sunglasses' cock as unfathomable ecstasy wracked her body.

She road out the high as she imagined her husband walking in and watching her cum on three different cocks other than hers at once. Her orgasm flowed through her as she imagined her husband at first being frozen in horror, only to then reach down and take hold of his own cock to jerk off.

Her orgasm continued as she envisioned her husband coming to grips with the realization that she was never going to be faithful again. Misty loved cheating, and she loved her husband. Somehow, he was going to have to make peace with the fact that both of those things were true.

Her orgasm began to come to a close as the fire inside her began to dial back down to a warm glow again. Lingering pleasure still burned in her like hot embers as the three men continued to use her.

With her body held tight by all six of their strong hands. And her mind still in a blissful fog, she would have been helpless to resist even if she had wanted to. And she didn't want to at all. She wanted them to keep going until every single one of them had finished in or on her. She wanted to go back to her loving spouse with the dirtiest story possible.

"Oh fuck, I'm about to cum!" Sunglasses said, interrupting her train of thought.

He pulled his dick out of her throat which disappointed Misty until he spoke again.

"I'm gonna cum all over this gorgeous bitch's face!" Misty was pretty alright with this idea, to say the least.

True to his word, just seconds later he blasted his warm, thick load all over Misty's beautiful chest. She moaned sluttily as he coated her breasts. When he was done, Sunglasses merely walked off towards the kitchen, stating

"I need to hydrate."

As he disappeared from the room, Misty was left still getting fucked by the other two men.

"We should DP her." The bearded man suggested in a growl.

"I'm not sure she can fit us both." Dreadlocks mused through gritted teeth.

"It would be fun to try." Beard said.

"Fuck it, let's see how she does."

The two then went about repositioning themselves while manhandling Misty into the position they wanted her in. In the end, Beard was lying on the couch while Misty lay on top of him, meanwhile, Deadlocks straddled Beard's legs as he lined himself up behind Misty.

Misty did in fact, managed to fit both men inside her married pussy, but only barely. Misty had never felt so full in her entire life. She felt like they were going to spilt her in half and she fucking loved it.

Misty did her best to just breathe in and out as two men with massive cocks both pummeled her pussy simultaneously.

"Fuck, I thought she was tight before!" Beard exclaimed.

"I can't believe she managed to fit us both!" Dreadlocks said.

She couldn't believe it either. She had the biggest dick shed ever felt, along with a second, also considerable large dick inside her at the same time. She had never felt so full before in her life. It felt like her entire torso was stuffed full of cock!

The two men pistoned in and out of her at an alternating pace. When one began to pull out, the other pressed in. The timing of it made it so that a cock was always sliding into her. It felt like an infinite length of cock was continually sliding into her.

Misty rode both their cocks like a slut in heat. She seductively slid her hands all over her sweaty body for their viewing pleasure. She groped and squeezed her small but perky tits as she moaned lustily.

A short while later, Sunglasses came back, still naked other that the shades.

"Alright, I'm ready to go again, make some room."

Beard and dreadlocks ignored him and kept fucking Misty.

"I said make some room!" He said more angrily.

"Her mouth is still open, use that." Dreadlocks brushed him off.

"I already had her mouth."

"So have it again." Dreadlocks snapped.

"I want her ass this time." Sunglasses complained.

"It's good to want things." Dreadlocks remarked casually.

"Man, fuck you!"

Something changed about Dreadlock's vibe. "Excuse me?" He said coolly.

"You guys always do this." Sunglasses whined. "You leave me outta Shit."

"Not our fault you're a two pump chump!" Beard spoke up.

Sunglasses looked so angry that it was apparent even without a view of his eyes. "Fuck you both! You suck! Two of the most selfish motherfuckers I've ever worked with!"

Dreadlocks and Beard stopped in their tracks and exchanged a look.

"Are you as tired of listening to him whine as I am?" Dreadlocks asked.

"Fuck yeah." Beard said.

Dreadlocks pulled out of Misty. "I'm gonna go deal with him. Keep her busy."

"You got it." Beard said as he continued to fuck Misty.

"Hey fuck you man, let's do this!" Sunglasses said, trying to sound tough, as Dreadlocks walked toward him.

Misty watched as the two naked men began to bare-knuckle box. Dreadlocks was bigger and stronger, lending him an obvious advantage. Within a minute, Sunglasses had the shades he'd been wearing all night knocked off his head.

Sunglasses (now barefaced) fought back as well as he could and got some decent hits in but it soon became clear that Dreadlocks was also faster and smarter. He was getting is ass kicked. And Misty was watching it from the couch as she continued to get fucked

For the second time tonight, Misty was watching men fight over her. She knew it was wrong to enjoy this but she couldn't help but love every second of it. She couldn't help but bite her lip as she watched the men fight, while yet another man fucked her.

The fight went on and it became more and more clear how screwed the man formerly wearing sunglasses was. Dreadlocks was kicking his ass with what looked like minimal effort, and sunglasses was looking more tired and pained with each passing moment. Eventually, dreadlocks had sunglasses with his back against the wall as he continued to punch him.

Misty continued to ride Beard's cock as she watched Deadlocks begin to beat Sunglasses senseless. He landed blow after blow until the man's face was swollen and bleeding. Eventually, he fell to the floor, seemingly unconscious.

Then, Dreadlocks casually turned around and left him there like it was nothing. He stared at Misty with a hungry look in his eyes as he watched her ride a cock while she approached. He then positioned himself behind her on the couch, slid into her again, and went back to fucking like he hadn't just beaten a man within inches of his life.

Dreadlocks and Beard continued to pump away at Misty's tight, married pussy. All three lost track of time as they reveled in sinful pleasure. Misty occasionally glanced over at the third man, who was now most definitely out cold on the floor. It was a shame to be deprived of one of the three cocks that could also be fucking her right now, but it was almost worth it just to think about how hot it was to see a violent maniac beat another man up for bothering him while he was fucking Misty.

"Fuck, I don't know how my girlfriend is ever going to satisfy me again after this!" The bearded man said through a clenched jaw.

"Break up with her then!" Misty blurted out, surprising everyone, including herself.

The bearded man seemed to think it over for a minute. "She's a really good girl." He argued unconvincingly.

"So what? She'll never make you cum as hard as I can. So you really wanna settle for second rate pussy? Besides, think about how it it will feel to tell your girlfriend that you cheated on her and decided to break up with her because her cunt wasn't as good the woman you cheated with." Misty could hardly believe what she was saying, and from the look on his face, the bearded man couldn't either.

"You're fucking evil!" He remarked.

She smirked. "You're the one who bought a woman."

The man thought for a moment and laughed. "Can't say I regret it."

"Good, because I don't regret being bought."

"Like you had a choice." Dreadlocks put in.

Misty laughed.

"Dirty bitch is too much of a slut to even be scared right now."

Misty couldn't help but find that a little funny. She didn't know what these men's ultimate intentions were with her, but they hadn't hurt her yet and at this point she was pretty sure they didn't intent to. She was going to fuck then senseless as long as they wanted, and she was pretty sure they'd treat her fine as long as that was the case.

The two huge men fucked Misty like the prize that she was. They both slammed into her over and over. They fucked her married cunt like they were trying to ruin it.

But they wouldn't ruin it of course. If anything get, Misty knew that she was only going to fuck her husband harder, and more often now that she'd unlocked her full potential as a slut. She reasoned that this made it okay for her to cheat. Really, she was doing this 'for' Bobby. She could just imagine the wild, animalistic sex she was going to have with him after she got done telling him about all the other men she'd fucked.

As Misty fucked two of the biggest cocks she'd ever taken in her life, behind her husband's back, she smiled internally as she realized what a good wife she was.

Then she began to cum as she realized what an amazing wife she really was. Her body shivered as pleasure devoured her. She came while she reveled in the knowledge that even though she was cheating, she was still an amazing spouse. Not in spite of her infidelity, but because of it. She wondered if she could get Bobby to thank her for cheating on him.

"Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum in her!" Beard announced.

"So am I!" Dreadlocks added.

Misty's earth shattering orgasm continued as the two men dumped their thick cum inside of her. Both men shot out enormous loads. Between the two of them, they pumped an absolutely unimaginable amount of cum into her. They filled her to the brim and then they kept cumming until she felt it leaking out of her.

All three people came together until they all slowly began to come back to reality. When they were done, the room was deadly silent. No one spoke for what felt like a long moment.

Until Dreadlocks breathlessly said "Oh shit, I just realized her phone is probably still at D's because we didn't give her a chance to grab it..."

-The end