Getting Caught by UVmonkayX
Discover the thrilling erotic tale "Getting Caught by UVmonkayX," where passion ignites in unexpected moments. Dive into a world of seduction and desire as characters explore their deepest fantasies. Perfect for those seeking steamy adventures and tantalizing twists! Read now for an unforgettable experience!<br/>
Me and Emma had been fooling around for years however we finally get caught and her husband Marcus decides on multiple forms of punishment and revenge. Critique is welcome and if there is enough attention for this I’ll write a part 2.
He seemed to rise in anger, his figure becoming daunting, this once withdrawn man, now a huge beast.
“So you think you’re a big man, fucking someone elses girl behind their back do you!?” He shouted, spit flying from his lips, he appeared to be almost frothing at the mouth like a rabid animal.
“I’ll show you what a big man is really like, you little fucking bitch” he roared as his back hand connected with my cheek.
The slap was intense, my vision faded in, out and then swirled, and my ears rang a high pitched whistling noise, it took me a minute to gather my bearings. The slap had knocked me for six, I ended up on the floor and rolled onto my hands and knees, trying to get back up, my brain and muscles seeming to miscommunicate. I could hear shouting, but it was muffled to me, I glanced over my shoulder with my vision gradually returning, Emma was still secured to the bedframe by her wrists and the silk scarf that was knotted around them. The pegs on her now bruised nipples squeezing harshly, and the plug in her ass which took so much effort to get in, now refused to exit. She looked panicked and was frantically pleading, it didn’t seem to be working, he approached her, grabbing something off the wooden bedside table, I didn’t know what it was until he moved away, the ball gag we had thrown to the side earlier, now lay strapped into her mouth, stretching it wide, tears and drool beginning to run off her chin.
He walked back to me, still on my hands and knees, I was completely naked, my limp cock and balls hung between my legs, having rescinded out of fear.
I was only 5 ft8″ and weighed about 70kg (154lbs). Marcus was 6 ft3″ and easily 110kg (242lbs), he worked in construction or demolition, something like that, I had met him once before, he was quiet and seemed almost shy, now… now he seemed like my worst nightmare.
I grabbed for a chair to help myself up, but Marcus kicked it away, it rolled on to its side a few feet away, his large boot shooting past my face, I began to crawl for it, I knew how vulnerable I was and I was scared I was about to lose my manhood. I looked over my shoulder again at Marcus and saw his large work boots slowly coming towards me as I tried to get away, his hands grasping his belt as he pulled it out of his loops. He held the buckle, and I knew what was coming. With a loud crack, he brought the black leather belt down on my white ass cheeks, the welt almost instantaneous along with the burning, I tried to shout or scream, but my breath was gone from my lungs, I still crawled.
“You pathetic little excuse for a man, what did she ever see in you?” Another crack of the belt and another welt on my ass.
“Look at you, crawling away, not even standing up for yourself, nothing but a little bitch, a bitch who needs to be taught a lesson” a third crack of the belt, this one splitting my cheeks and slapping against my asshole, I paused as a jolt was sent through my entire body, my stomach clenching hard trying to dull the pain being sent up my gut.
“And I guess I’ll be the one to teach you it.”
There was no crack this time, I had made it to the chair and grabbed for the legs of it to push my way up, pain shooting through my lower back and legs from the lashing just given. A boot hit me square in the back as I raised my torso, the breath knocked out of me once again. This time, I fell over the chair, my chest sprawled out across the legs of it, my ass sticking high in the air, I had never felt so vulnerable and I was genuinely petrified that the boot was going to come again, but this time between my legs. Instead, I heard a zip, I turned around and saw Marcus standing there with his cock in his hand, it was solid and looked to be throbbing, I was shocked, Emma also appeared shocked as I gave her a side glance, the reason we had even been in this predicament was because Marcus had trouble getting it up, or so I was told, and yet before me stood this brute of a man, with a solid 6 inch cock, with the thickness of a redbull can.
“There’s only one way to teach a little bitch their place, and that’s to put them in it”. A whimper was all that left my lips, he stood behind me, towering over me like a challenge he needed to conquer.
“Even try to move and this boot will be the last thing you seen, you get me?”. I didn’t move, not a nod nor a shake, frozen in fear.
Marcus stood behind me, bending his cock so it was angled away from his stomach, I could hear Emma, a muffled shout of something that sounded like stop but as I looked at her, she started to look away. She couldn’t make eye contact, and she couldn’t watch what was about to happen.
I felt a rough hand grip my hip, I span my head to look over my left shoulder. The smirk on Marcus’ face was obvious, instinctively, and without thought, I began to pull away, his right hand grasping the back of my neck wrapping 3/4 of the way around.
“Do not, fucking move” he hissed.
I heard him spit, I couldn’t see what was happening, but I felt it, a large amount of something warm and wet began trickling down my smooth crack. I had shaved and trimmed all the areas that Emma told me to, and today was supposed to be the first time she gave me a rim job, she had been obsessing over it for the past few weeks and I was hoping to finally get it, instead my smooth ass was about to be used for a different purpose.
“Fucking hell, not a single hair, why are you pretending you’re not a sissy when it’s so fucking obvious”. I went to retort but the hand holding my neck squeezed indicating that I should keep my mouth shut.
Another glob of spit landed straight on my asshole and for the first time in the past 5 minutes, I felt something other than fear and pain, but a slither of something that felt good. “A rim job would have been pretty good,” the thought flashed through my mind, but the pressure that I suddenly felt against my asshole brought me straight back to reality.
“Fuck this is going to be a tight squeeze” Another glob of spit landed on his cock head and ran onto my asshole, “Don’t worry, I’ll make you a bitch yet”.
He pushed and pushed, he released my neck but continued to hold my hip, pulling me back onto him whilst his other hand gripped his cock to ensure it stayed on target. I felt the tip begin to enter very slightly and the start of tiny thrusts, he was working the spit over his cock head using my stretching ring. The pressure was intense, and I could feel my asshole muscles being stretched, it felt like they were going to tear.
“Plea….. please….stop….I…..I’m sorry.” I whimpered between gasps, the pain was like nothing I had ever felt.
“You’re not sorry, you’re just hurting a little, you’ll be sorry when I’ve finished with you.”
The pressure eased, and another glob of spit landed on my asshole.