Cassandra's Adventures Pt. 06 by Antarctica77,Antarctica77

Thanks to Stubby for proof and Roxy for research and input

*

“You didn’t record?”

“No! I thought you were there! Wh-what was the last thing you saw?” Cass asked frantically.

I had just learned that after I had left, they had gone on for a while. And when I say a while, I mean all night long of fucking and sucking. Even… more breeding. I felt disgusted from thinking like that, but also so aroused. But also, Cass had known I was watching for some of it. Neither of us really lingered on that, as we both thought that little part was hot. Hell, all of it was hot. I just wish I’d been able to see more of it.

“You rimming Neil,” I muttered.

We were sitting on the sofa in our living room. It was the Sunday after Cass and Neil had fucked all night. Cass took hold of my hands.

“If I’d known you left…”

“Well… that’s what we get for trying to play secrets,” I said.

Maybe she actually would’ve recorded if she knew I wasn’t there? At first I thought she had acted like she did because I hadn’t been there. But maybe it was the opposite, that Cass had acted like a total degenerate because I actually was there, and she thought I’d be there the whole night. Giving her permission. Or maybe she would’ve acted like she did regardless of whether I was there or not. I would never know.

“I guess you’re right. From now on, I swear on everything that is holy, no more secrets from me,” Cass said, meeting my eyes.

“Same as me. I… just wanted to watch so bad. See you in action. I was thinking with the wrong head, as they say.”

“That you did. And perhaps I was, too. But I’ll record more, and hell maybe we can stick you in the closet without Neil knowing,” Cass said, smirking slightly. Yeah, it was a serious conversation about where we were at, but we knew what we both wanted.

“So you’re not mad that Neil fucked me bareback, breeding my poor unprotected womb?” Cass asked, putting extra stank on it.

“Jesus. Not when you put it like that!” I said. We both chuckled. “I just wished I could see more of it, is all.”

A silence fell upon us, as we sat there musing for a few pregnant moments.

“I told him that I wanted to end it, by the way,” Cass said.

“Think he’ll listen?”

“Doubt it. But we have until the wedding, though. And I sort of told him, erh, that I wanted him on the wedding night… Like we talked about.”

“But it was all in the moment, I don’t know how smart it would be. We’re ending it then, after all. After the wedding.”

“Yeah? So we’re ending it?” I asked, starting to feel my own arousal grow a bit as we started about new adventures. “Would it be so bad continuing the fantasy?”

Cass looked at me with sympathy, but I knew what she thought about it. And surely she had thought about it more than I had.

“I think we need a hard cut. There’s a terrible and vile ending floating out there somewhere if we don’t end it on our terms,” Cass began. “Every time we try this fantasy it gets worse. I fall deeper into Neil’s clutches. And I need to get out. Or we’re lost. It’s that simple. I will never love him. I don’t. There’s no part of me that wants him. Other than the obvious. Which is why I want to stop after the wedding. I don’t like the road we’re heading on if we don’t.”

*

It felt like I was walking the apocalypse. Monday morning, I was a shell of myself. Exhausted and utterly drained. Probably walking slightly funny. Cass was too sore for intercourse, but Cass was by now an expert at getting me off in more than one way. Cass had gone through in great, harrowing detail about their night for most of our Sunday. Replaying their adventure for me, making me climax over and over. Cass just had her way of telling a story. Though, sometimes it felt like she was telling it more for her own reliving of it than for my pleasure. But knowing Cass, she played her cards to both our advantage. She was the smart one, after all.

But why even bring up a regular Monday? Other than my endless contemplation and reflection? Well, it was as I was leaving work that day, when I once again saw Plumber Dan’s Mini Morris outside of my office building. I hadn’t seen him since the football game, but for some reason, Dan had seemed to take a liking to me. While he started our game by being rough, he seemed to do it because he wanted to chit chat.

“AYOOO! It’s the boss man!” Plumber Dan roared from his window. “Get the fuck over here, you sleazy bastard!”

I shrugged my shoulders and headed over. Why not? Maybe he was just a guy who had met someone he wanted to hang out with more. Though he gave me the creeps sometimes.

“What up?” I asked as I slumped into his car.

“Nathin’ much,” Plumber Dan said. “So. Jen. She alright?”

“Jen?” I asked, slightly confused.

“The secretary?”

“None other.”

“She… is… alright?” Where was this going?

“Ait. Well, I was wondering. I was fixing some shit pipes at your neighbor’s the other day, and ayo, wouldn’t ya know. I think I saw some strange park in your driveway.”

“You know where I live?”

“So I was thinking, who the fuck is this guy visiting my main man Isaac’s broad when I clearly saw him left the buildin’ just a minute ago? I mean, you had somethin’ to do, but surely this dude would fuck off soon after, right? I’m not sayin’ nothin’, but I think there’s a guy in your life trying to pull a fast one on ya.”

I blinked a few times. This was getting out of hand. To have our mutual fantasy as a dangerous game was one thing, but when friends and ‘friends’ start to notice… well maybe it was time to call it quits. Especially, if said friends were trying to look out for me. Might end bad.

“Erh. I don’t think it will be a problem. Cass is loyal, and not a girl you want to put in a corner,” I said, rubbing my neck, trying to maneuver myself through this.

“Yeah, that what I’m thinkin’. But ya know, just wanted you to know, alright?” Dan said, slapping my shoulder. He had to lean back to do it, as the car was way too small for him.

“I appreciate it. Anyway, why are you here then? Don’t you have some ‘shitpipes’ to unshit?” I said.

Plumber Dan tilted his head back and roared out the most ominous laughter.

“Oh they’re some clogged up ones, alright! AYO!”

*

10:50: “So the fantasy is on until the wedding, right?” Cass wrote.

10:50: “Yeah. What’s up?” I wrote back.

That was all I got that day. I had to shove all the implications of her asking that and not replying to me after deep down, as the stress at work was piling up quite a lot. Cass once again was submitting, just after we had our small talk about how we needed control. Was it rinse and repeat? Doing the same thing over and over, expecting a different result? But maybe she was literally going out with a bang.

“Where did you get the blowtorch and welder?” I asked later that day, Cass coming around the back of our house.

Cass had just finished cutting some beams in two. She was pretty handy with that sort of thing, but I was a bit surprised regardless.

“I borrowed it. Neil even picked it up and brought it over,” Cass said, rearranging the beam, being thoroughly casual.

“Neil?” I asked. Cass stopped what she was doing and turned to me, looking me straight in the eyes.

“Yeah, he stopped by earlier real quick and bred your future wife.”

Cass didn’t say anything else. She just awaited my reaction. And when she saw it, her mouth creased into a wide grin.

“Don’t worry, he came on my face,” Cass said, biting her lip.

As if that were to calm me. To the contrary, I felt a bit of a tinge for railing my hot wife.

“So how was your day? Did you get the reservation for that chef for the wedding? And the speakers?” Cass asked, changing gears.

I slapped my head as cold water seeped down my neck. Fuck. It had been so stressful at work lately, I had totally forgotten about the stuff I needed to sort out for the wedding. I instinctively grabbed my phone to call the chef. Cass just shook her head and went back to her blowtorching.

“What are you building, by the way?” I asked.

“I’m making some adjustments for the stage. Go on. Get!”

Later that evening in bed I was absolutely beat. It had been a hellish day. It was just piles on piles at work, and after that on top of everything I had to manage my half of the final wedding preparations. It was a month away, and let’s say, the stress was piling up. Though, lying here next to my Cass, made it all worth it.

I looked over at her. She was texting on her phone.

“What’s up?” I asked.

“It’s Neil,” Cass said, not taking her eyes away.

And now, on top of everything, Cass was texting Neil. Yeah, it was arousing when they acted like filthy animals, but did it have to be all of the day? Seemingly, they had even fucked today. God knows how many times. Over and over had Neil probably streamed his steaming, radiating cum across Cass cute face, utterly destroying it. Fuck. Here we go again.

Cass looked over at me and then down.

“Wanna know what happened today?” she asked, throwing her phone to the side, instead starting to rub my belly.

“You really gonna tell me?” I asked. She had been pretty forward with what had happened on ‘the night’, but previously she had held back some of her stories for later.

“If you want to,” Cass said, smiling devilishly at me as her hand slowly crept towards my groin. I couldn’t do anything but nod, the anticipation driving me along.

Slowly, oh so slowly did Cass slide her soft fingers down my boxers, wrapping them around my growing erection.

“Someone’s excited to hear about how Neil railed me in our kitchen again. And in our bed.”

I groaned as images flashed before me.

“You remember when I texted you? Yeah, that was just before he pulled up. I told him to come over as soon as you left for work, but he said he was busy. Neil had your girl squirming in bed, yearning for that big delicious cock of his. So when he finally pulled up and dropped in, I in return dropped to my knees as he stepped into our hallway. I sucked him good right there. Got him nice and hard. I think he wanted to nut in my mouth right there, but your girl was in a desperate need of getting stuffed. So I dragged him into the kitchen table, where Neil shoved me over the kitchen table, parted my legs with his knees and slammed that fat cock inside of me. He had no patience, having gone a few days without, so he gave your girl the time of her life. Or at least it felt like it. It was so good. Getting fucked so brutally, I came so hard. Neil took me over the dinner table for ten minutes straight before he dragged his cock out with a loud slurp. It was so slick from how he fucked me. I was so wet for him. Then he busted all across my face, filling my cheeks up with that white spunk. I swear it is so white and so thick I feel like it’s radiating. Almost as if it is glowing. And so warm. I even got some in my hair, so I took to the shower. Guess who joined me there- What’s wrong?”

Cass stopped her story and looked down at me. Nipple in my mouth, hand on my cock, telling a filthy story. And I’d grown soft. It felt so good. Cass was amazing with her hands. But here I was. Soft and limp.

“Must be all the work stuff,” Cass said. “You know, stress can cause minor, and temporary, erectile dysfunction.”

I didn’t say anything. I was so embarrassed. I couldn’t even look at her.

“It is alright. Not a problem,” Cass said, smiling at me. “We’ll have plenty of time and opportunity after all the stress is done.”

Cass then bent down and whispered in my ear. “I’ll just get Neil to take care of me.”

And there I was. Full mast. What the fuck was wrong with me?

“Oh’ you like that? Well, Isaac, good thing, then. Makes me not feel too bad about fucking Neil and making sweet love to him while you’re fucking useless,” Cass whispered in my ear. She leaned up and smiled warmly at me, as if it was the sweetest compliment. But it helped. By god did it help.

“Might have to jump on this dick, just to see if it is true, or just confirmation-bias,” Cass said, leaning to the nightstand and finding a condom, which she quickly rolled onto me.

“Yeah, you’re going rubbered up in me. Only big dicks allowed,” Cass smiled wickedly as she sank herself down on my condom clad cock. I immediately grabbed her toned ass, squeezing it gently. Fuck, that ass was so amazing.

“So, where were we?” Cass said, slightly short of breath as she pushed herself up and down. “So a thing Neil wanted to propose, and now seeing our little predicament downstairs for you, I think I might want to indulge.”

“What?” I groaned.

“N-Neil wants to-fuck Isaac, yes- Meet me like that. Just like that!” Cass groaned as I pressed up to meet her bouncing ass..

“Neil wants what?” I groaned in return.

“He wants to… date me.”

My head felt like it was getting carpet bombed, every other explosion being intoxicated arousal and fear. Fear of where that might lead. Cass wouldn’t fall for him, but the thought of Neil and Cass dating… I groaned into her tits, as she continuously slammed down on me.

“Do I have your permission? To date Neil for a bit? I may have to stay over sometimes,” Cass whispered jaggedly into my ear. I was about to explode.

“He deserves me, Isaac. You know what? I don’t give a shit if you give me permission. I’ll do it anyway. And you… oh shit, ugh… you’ll just have to accept that Neil is pleasing your girl… fucking your girl! He fucks me so well that he deserves to wife me up and breed the shit out of MEEEE-”

Cass more or less screamed out the rest as we reached our mutual climax. She was clamping me so hard, and it felt as if my insides were on fire, as if I were being punched in the stomach, yet what Cass had just said was so far out there. So fucked. I groaned through gritted teeth, and so did Cass.

“Jesus Christ, Cass,” I moaned as Cass collapsed on top of me. “Wife you up?”

“Figure of speech. Don’t worry,” Cass panted. “I mean, he is consummating the marriage, is he not?”

“Fucking hell, fuck,” I said, barely able to speak after the treatment she’d just given me.

“You’re a drunk sailor now? Only curses from you,” Cass joked, slapping my chest. “Isaac, what was that about? You grew soft when I told a story and jacked you off, but ridiculous humiliation got you off, instead?”

“Erh,” I started, still slightly out of it. And still a bit embarrassed. “I have no clue. Maybe it’s the stress, like you said. Can’t wait till everything settles down a bit more.”

“I guess. It’s been good fucking, but I must admit I can’t wait to get back to ours again,” Cass said before giving me a peck on the cheek and heading to the bathroom.

*

It was Saturday morning. Cass was getting ready for her first ‘date’ with Neil. It was just a small lunch at a diner outside the town. And a small stay at a motel after. There was no ambiguity as to the intention of their date. It wasn’t like a serious date in Cass’ mind. It was just something she’d play around with a bit for a while before the wedding. Isaac seemed to be extra desperate from it, and that spoke right to their fantasy. Though, this part was more for her. Sure, Isaac got aroused like nothing else by these encounters and her telling them to him. But getting dined and bedded, getting fucked so good, and keeping most of her adventures for herself. That was for Cass. Though, she kept telling herself she was saving it for later, when it was all said and done.

And speaking of done, Cass wanted to make sure that Neil understood that it was truly over when she walked up to the altar in a month’s time.

Especially after her last encounter with Neil. She hadn’t told this to Isaac, in fear of what he might do. Neil wanted to take her on dates to see what she’d be missing out on. She almost wanted to laugh in Neil’s face, as there was absolutely nothing in there she was desiring from him as a person. But Cass was too polite for that, and instead tried to play it out in her mind how that could add more to their hotwifing. It was sort of fun to see how this would pan out.

But Neil’s intentions were obvious. Neil was actively trying to steal Cass away from Isaac. He wanted her exclusively. So that was also one of the reasons she wanted to ‘break up’ with him. Almost a sweet irony that as they had just been starting to date.

Cass looked at the outfits she had to choose from. She would dress light, as it was getting pretty damn warm outside now. Scanning her wardrobe, her eyes fell on one outfit in particular. Why? Why did God want this from her? It was a gift! But it would be so naughty. Slowly, Cass took out the white tennis dress she’d gotten from Isaac. Yeah. She had to wear it. Not only was it comfortable and sexy, but the thought of Neil pawing her ass through this dress she’d gotten from her one and only added some extra stank on the naughtiness of picking this particular dress.

Her full breasts and girthy, muscled ass would no doubt be hugged deliciously for Neil. Cass went out, expecting to find Isaac to send her off. But no, he was out working overtime yet again. And afterwards, he and his mother were gonna pick up the menu for the wedding dinner. So much needed to be in place. And what did Cass do? Fuck around with another guy, with a much bigger cock.

A small smirk went across her face. She was being so naughty. But Cass swore she’d pick up some of the slack next week. She had a shift or two at the hotel coming up, to show Neil the ropes, but other than that she’d be able to be more active.

So off she went. About twenty minutes later she pulled into the parking lot of a small place that wouldn’t be frequented by anyone that she knew. She pulled up and parked between a giant Chevy and an old Lincoln, both SUVs. Hiding her car.

After another ten minutes of waiting in the parking lot, Cass had had enough. She couldn’t sit out here like an idiot, so she headed inside to at least get a table. And it was only after another twenty minutes of sipping water, of finally ordering something light and eating it entirely, that Neil finally showed up. He plumped down next to her, reeking of sweat and smoke.

If he was trying to court her, to date her, he was doing poorly to say the least.

“Hey there, sweetheart,” Neil groaned, not even looking at her. He snapped his fingers, turning to the waitress, ogling her voluptuous chest that he’d just taken note of.

“Hey there, senorita. Gimme one of them cheeseburgers. And none of that fucking jalapeno,” Neil said, without any of the proper pronunciation. The waitress looked annoyed, but wrote it down and skidded away.

Cass couldn’t even look at the poor waitress. Of course, what else could she expect from a douchebag like Neil? Senorita? Jalapeno? Was Neil blind or just willfully being an asshole, not giving a shit?

“Can’t handle that spice shit. Won’t shit straight for a week, eh?” Neil said, chuckling to himself which turned into him coughing slightly from just having had a smoke. He turned to Cass and raised his eyebrows.

“Nice dress, there!” Neil said, checking her down, especially her chest department.

The next minutes were Neil yapping with his mouth full, drinking and eating and talking about nonsense. Not once did he ask about Cass. Yeah, no, it was one gambling story after the other, how he almost ended up fighting some plumber last week, and more shit Cass was bored to tears by. She tried to speak up, and perhaps talk about the break up, but Neil held out a hand, damn near in tears from this story he thought was so fucking funny. It was pretty obvious Neil had a great time, but Cass did not.

So she decided to kick it up a notch. Perhaps because she was bored, perhaps because she knew what Neil could do after this, and also to get out of here before he embarrassed them further. But mostly. To be a bad girl. It would be so naughty to do something in a public place like this… and with Neil no less.

Cass scooted her chair a bit closer to the table, and slumped a bit down in her seat. Neil seemed oblivious to her plans, yapping along. It made her intentions extra devious. Neil sat with his back to the room, so some discretion was required. Though the booth behind him did them some favors. Slowly, as Neil was talking about how he once got wasted and took a shit in a dumpster, Cass wiggled her foot across the floor, and bumped into him. He didn’t pay attention, or he didn’t care. So she kicked off her shoe and rubbed his calf a little bit before inching her foot up to the inside of his thigh. Only then did Neil break his yapping. He looked at her curiously for a bit, then continued chewing as he stared at her, to see what was next.

Cass rubbed her foot down and found the barrel of his shotgun along the inside of his thigh. The warmth radiated through his sweatpants. Feeling the giant thing against her small toes, just here in utter public, was such a thrill. What if she were caught?! Cass gently rubbed her toes along his shaft, essentially jerking him, oh so slowly, with her foot. Neil gave a small groan. Indeed, she could feel him harden as she wiggled her toes. He let her continue for a bit, just sitting there salivating while getting his giant tool jerked underneath the table by her sock clad foot, only a few layers of fabric separating their bare skin. Fuck, they needed to get out of here.

Neil seemed to think the same. He turned to the counter, and shouted across the room, “Hey, chica, gimme that fucking bill, will ya?!”

The girl came over with the bill, muttering under her breath “Zitto vecchio, fottuto stronzo!”

“Heh, is that supposed to mean something? This is America! English!” Neil chuckled, as if it was all a big joke.

The waitress went away, looking to be damn near tears.

“Why do you have to be so fucking rude?” Cass asked. “You better leave a good tip after that!”

“Tip!? HAH! The only tip I’ll leave will be inside that tight little senorita over there, you know what I’m saying!”

“Jesus christ. Just leave the tip so we can get the fuck out.”

“Fuck no! I’m not fucking tipping. I don’t do that shit,” Neil said, shaking his head as if the sheer notion was ludicrous to him. “The burger wasn’t even that good!”

“Fine, I’ll get it then, you bastard,” Cass said, grabbing a fifty out of her wallet and throwing it on the table before getting up.

“Grazie, e non tornare!” the waitress said as Cass and Neil made their way to the door.

“Can you understand the shit these idiots say? Like all that shit is supposed to mean something,” Neil laughed, exiting the door, slamming the door behind him, almost striking Cass. “Can you believe these fucking spics?” Neil chuckled to Cass, as if she would be more accepting of even worse slurs. Did he really think she was cool with this behavior, that she was in his circle, just because he was fucking her?

“Do you call that a date?” Cass asked. She was fuming at this point. “You do know they weren’t even Hispanic, right?! God, as if that matters. You’re such a despicable bastard!”

“You know you like it,” Neil teased, in an attempt to sound playful.

“The fuck I do,” Cass replied, utterly disgusted.

“Yeah, you do. When I drive you to the motel now, you’ll take all that high horse bullshit and place it on the tip of my cock, then stuff it back down your throat. Because I am who I am, you love it the best when I fuck you. Don’t you get it? You can’t help yourself when I make the best love you can ever have!”

“Where’s your fucking car?” Cass asked, just wanting to get out of here and forget all about it.

“Oh, I’m getting lucky after that so-called horrible date?” Neil laughed, stumbling towards his car. He almost got knocked over as a giant of a guy came walking.

“Watch it assho-” Neil started, but then he grabbed Cass by the wrist and dragged her to her car instead. But the Lincoln had been replaced by a sloppily parked Mini Morris, so Cass had to back out for Neil to even get in. How could such a small car take up so much space? It was more or less parked sideways.

Five minutes later, they were on their way to the motel.

“What was that about?” Cass asked.

“Huh, what? I just wanted to bang you real fast, is all,” Neil said, ever the charmer.

*

“FUCK FUCK FUCK!” Cass screamed.

“That’s right! You love getting fucked and dicked good, huh? Not such an uptight bitch now huh? You fucking bitches love taking a pounding, no matter what, huh?! You slut!” Neil spat out through gritted teeth.

Cass was sprawled out on all fours. Ass in the air, elbows flared, getting railed. Neil was being so brutal. Punishing her for calling out his assholeness. Now her ass was red with spanking, getting even redder as he slammed his giant cock inside her over and over. Cass gripped the bedding for her dear life, gritting her teeth. It wasn’t comfortable, but god was it good. Getting brutalized in such a way. Punished.

“You fucking bitch! Thinking – you’re – better – than – me?!” Neil roared, emphasizing each word with a thrust that sent ripples throughout her ass and thighs. He had to grip her tightly so she wouldn’t keel over.

“You’re letting me hit it, huh? In spite of what you think of me? Maybe I’m not so bad after all, huh?! Not so bad you won’t let me fuck you?! Or maybe you’re just a fucking slut?” Neil groaned, picking up his pace frantically.

“You uppity bitch! Fucking bitch! YOU FUCKING SLUT BITCH!” Neil screamed at her, making her gush all over. The humiliation tore through her, making her whole body tense up.

He then pulled out with a loud slurp, shooting his cum all over her ass and back. He grunted so satisfyingly as he jerked warm sperm all across her body, shooting it as far up as her afro. It almost made a show of how far and good he came whenever he came inside her. No wonder Cass loved it. It always felt like a warm, wet thrust that reached everywhere. Filling her up in such a different way. Neil leaned over and reached for his phone, his cock still trembling and spasming out more cum onto Cass. Neil quickly took a photo without Cass noticing, captioning it, “Told you’d I’d fuck her more,” before tossing his phone aside. He’d send it to Isaac later. That fool better believe Neil would take this bitch girl away from him.

“Sorry it got a bit rough. Had to put you in your place,” Neil groaned. Cass was way too exhausted to even start to realize that Neil had apologized for something.

Neil hadn’t even let her cum. Sure she loved getting railed, but she hadn’t really had any serious orgasms from it. Just small ones. Cass was spoiled in that regard. No, Neil just took his frustration out on her, taking her as he wanted, not giving a shit about her needs. As Neil slumped back in the bed, Cass jumped out and headed out into the bathroom and got showered. She then found the dress she’d gotten from Isaac and put it on. The date was a bust, and now that they’d fucked, it was time to head home.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Neil asked, as Cass stepped back into the room. He was still in the bed, slowly jerking his gigantic cock.

“Ehm,” Cass said, feeling a bit silly.

Neil jumped out of the bed with surprising agility, and bolted across the floor. Cass took a step back, but not quickly enough. Neil grabbed her around the waist and tossed her back on the bed. He quickly followed, climbing on top, placing a knee on either side of her big tits, mushing them together under his thighs. Without warning he shoved his tip into her lips and down her mouth. Cass gagged slightly, but Neil barged ahead and soon he was bucking wildly into her throat. With the same ferocity he had been fucking her pussy from behind did he now thrust into her mouth and throat. It was so brutal and uncaring. Relentless. Her neck was bulging wide as he repeatedly stuffed it with his monstrous cock.

“Think it’s over? I’m not done yet!” Neil groaned, utterly satisfied.

Cass struggled to breathe, but loved every second of it. Getting used like a fuckdoll like this. She wrapped her arms around his thighs and grabbed his cheeks to hold on, but he took it as a sign for him to go even more firmly with his strokes. Neil didn’t hold back now either. Soon he shouted that he was cumming.

Cass could feel his cock swell in her throat and after a few more thrusts did she feel like someone had opened a hose at maximum force directly into her stomach. Her neck was so stuffed her air supply was severely diminished. With him cumming, even more so and Cass could feel herself getting slightly dizzy, her head pounding. She also felt the throbs and pulses from Neil as he shot his cum down into her without a care. Cass couldn’t help but love the sensation of him breeding her throat. And as he started to drag his bucking cock out of her throat she could feel the thick warmth of his spunk trickle down her pipe. To think that his cum had entered her unprotected womb so many times.

“How can you cum this many times and so much?” Cass asked, five minutes later. She was still where he’d left her messed up mouth, still panting. Neil still sat on her chest, slowly jerking his cock in her face. He had smeared her whole face in his juices. Precum, cum. And saliva of course.

“What can I say, I was born to fuck hot black bitches like yourself. You have no trouble getting me hard. Your big juicy ass, your tits. Your brown skin and cute lips when I have you suck me off. Yeah. I have no trouble around you,” Neil said, slowly stroking her smooth thighs.

His strokes slowly crept up and found her pussy. Neil hooked his finger inside her, and aggressively started finger fucking her. She squealed out but wasn’t quite able to cum from it. She was too used to bigger treatments. But it was sure a precursor for what was to come.

Neil slid his wet finger out of her snatch and climbed down between her thighs. He guided a hand down to position his cock on her opening and thrust it in. Even flaccid, Neil was so much bigger than Isaac. Still filling her up so well. Cass let out a satisfied groan. She was so built up from being denied release so many times. She angled her legs back and let Neil hook his hands under her knees and spread them wide, her white tennis dress riding up to her navel.

“Ffffuuuck yeaaah,” Cass moaned.

“Regret that we’re no longer using condoms?” Neil teased.

“Fuck no. You deserve me bare,” Cass said. Inside of her she could feel Neil had started to grow again. He truly was a monster. Able to go again and again. A monster of sex and pleasure.

“So you gonna be in the wedding dress when I fuck you after the wedding? And before?” Neil groaned, slowly working his cock in deep inside her before starting to thrust against her for real.

“I, ugh, I guess so. I don’t plan on changing until I get to the bridal suite. I’m, ugh, ngh, I’ve got a party dress I’ll change into in the suite,” Cass explained without thinking, trying to focus more on the pleasure that coursed through her. Desperate for Neil to go faster.

Neil read her mind. He started to fuck her earnestly. He wasn’t pounding her, but kept a good pace to let her both get fucked hard but also feel how good Neil stretched her out. Feeling the details of his contoured cock press against her walls. It was just what she needed. She squealed out as she climaxed from this wonderful cock that was once again pulsing inside her ominously. He was once again close to cumming.

Neil bent down close, cuddling into her neck. Licking, sucking and kissing at her skin. Cass could feel his warm jagged breath in her ear. It was happening again, wasn’t it? She had been a good girl so far, surely she deserved a treat?

“If we’re ending it after the whole wedding crap, might as well go out with a blast!” Neil moaned.

Blast? No. She couldn’t. Perhaps if Neil hadn’t broken her trance she’d have just lain there and taken it. But she couldn’t let him blast inside of her again. No. Not again.

“Not inside! Neil! Not inside!” Cass moaned, lightly biting his earlobe.

“FUCK! Fine!” Neil roared.

Neil immediately dragged his cock out of her, aimed it at her and blasted her right in the face. And in the cleavage. On both her cloth clad tits. Several bursts on her stomach. Neil was ruining the dress, the gift she’d gotten from Isaac! Then he aimed his last few twitches right at her opening, and pushed out several more spurts onto her stretched pussy. And as an extra ‘fuck you’, Neil took a fold from the dress and wiped his cock clean with it!

Cass was too distracted about her dress being ruined, which was a present from Isaac, getting stained up by Neil’s ounces of white bleach to care. She squealed out, pushing him away. Neil laughed as he crashed to the bed again. Cass held the bottom folds out to inspect the damage. There was no way there wouldn’t be stains. And the dress was white! It would be extra visible!

Cass dragged the dress off of her, smelling the cum through the dress as the wet cloth collided with her face. She winced at the impact, before tossing the dress into the bathtub. She turned on warm water, hoping she could soak the cum out.

“That was a gift! Now I have to wait for it to soak, then dry!” Cass complained as she slumped back on the bed.

“Hah! You said not to cum inside of you! Bet you regret that now. So how about it? Wanna pass the time doing something we both know you’ll love?”

Cass looked at this asshole that dominated her body so well. She bit her lip. Sure. Why not?

“Give me a few minutes,” Neil groaned.

*

I looked at the clock. It was 6 pm. I’d been here since 6 am. And after, I’d had dinner with moms, to talk about the menus for the wedding. I just wish Cass could’ve joined us… Instead of planning our wedding, she was out banging Neil. While I didn’t have a problem with the banging part, it was more of the shared responsibilities being somewhat neglected. Though. Them being on dates? And obviously staying out late? It did make me wonder. The last week Cass had spent more time with Neil than with me. Yeah, I had been working a lot, but that didn’t really help anything. I wasn’t so much worried about the fucking as much as when they weren’t fucking. What could those two possibly do other than that?

I sighed, resigning myself to the last few tweaks at some god damn diagrams. Some numbers didn’t seem to add up, and I had been trying to track it for hours now. But realizing I had been running in circles, I just said fuck it and left.

I dragged on my running sweats and was about to start jogging (Cass had the car, of course) when Plumber Dan and his ridiculous Mini pulled up.

“AYO! Rocky! Jump in!” the shit-pipe enthusiast yelled out. I was pretty tired, so if he wanted to give me a lift I wouldn’t argue.

“What’s with the nice shirt?” I asked, jumping in.

“Date with the missus,” Dan said, smirking.

“Eh? Got lucky?”

“Heh, you could say that. I’ve actually been giving the pipe to that secretary of yours. Jen. Nice broad. Nice cans, you know what I mean, AYOOO,” Dan said, chuckling, turning into his regular outburst. What a character.

Jen hadn’t been in the office the last few days, maybe this was why? Some new found companionship

“She okay? Haven’t seen her around. That blonde girl has been stepping in.”

“Yeah, she’s alright. Just a fever or whatever. Gave ‘er a tumbling in the rain. Romantic like.”

“Fixed any shit-pipes lately, then?” I asked, trying to steer the conversation away from Plumber Dan’s descriptions of a romantic date.

“Erh. One tricky one up at the motel, in fact. Which is why I came lookin’ for ya. I was suspicious before, man, but eh, I don’t know else how to say it but, eh,” Dan said, turning a bit in his seat, showing me his giant fist up, white knuckled.

“I think some fucking asshole is banging yer broad,” Dan declared and turning over at our intersection, then pulling over to park.

“I’mma drive you home, but eh, you know. The things this shitbag is saying to your girl. Not only is he banging her, but by god. I mean, he was screaming the N-word! I don’t know which was harder, the thrusts he gave her or the R’s.” Dan said gravely. He was never one to sugarcoat anything.

“R-really?” was all I was able to say.

I knew all of this, well, not that Neil was screaming that, but hearing it out loud from someone else was not exactly comforting. And I had no reason to think it wasn’t true. It did sound a bit crazy that I was getting off on it. Or at least parts of it. Even hearing it crassly portrayed by Dan’s telling of the event was enough for me to feel a bit of something.

“Listen. I don’t know what you and your missus is up to, or what this is all about, but you know. We’re kind of becoming pals. Hell, I think we are, I finna buy you a beer one day, just saying. So. I’m looking out for ya. And I’m not a big fan of sugaring anything (‘No shit,’ I thought), but if you want, not saying I will, but if you want… I could probably chop his head off and fuck his neck. But only if you want me to,” Dan said.

“What!? That was not what I expected,” I thought.

“What? That was not what I expected,” I said. Dan still looked at me as if he was asking me to tune up my car or something. Was he serious?

“So you want him dead? Is that what I’m gatherin’?” Dan asked.

“No! No, absolutely not,” I said. He was surely talking shit, just wanting to mark his ‘territory’ right? Surely.

“Aaaah, almost had you there! AYOOO!” Dan said, roaring his laughter, shaking the whole car up and down. I chuckled a bit too.

“HAH! Yeah! Truly, you almost did have me there! Now get me the fuck home, dude,” I said, laughing. Dan clamped the gas.

“Honey! I’m home,” I called out as I walked through. And to my surprise Cass was actually home. And so was my mom. They had some pamphlets in front of them.

“Mom, you here too?”

“Yeah, Cass and I just went over the menus, darlin’,” mom said, with her rural twang that that part of the family had.

“I saw how stressed you were lately, so I decided to leave my appointment early to help you out,” Cass said, smiling at me.

“Awesome, thanks!” I said, in all earnestness, slightly chuckling at Cass coming home early from her ‘appointment’.

*

Wednesday finally arrived. Finally? It had once again been a few since Cass had seen Neil. Nowadays she was looking forward more and more to them hooking up. Neil just gave her the best and most passionate sex she could ever imagine. He made her feel good all day long. And now that Isaac was faltering at home, as bad as it made her feel to admit, it brought their encounters something extra to look forward to. Some good fucking.

Though today Cass would be meeting Neil on a platonic level. She was to show him the ropes at the hotel, so there was no funny business to be had. Perhaps after, but at work no way. It was way too risky and, well, it was at their work. They had a job to do. Business before pleasure. Especially at a place where her spot was given, not earned. Isaac had used his connections to get her this job, and she would likely never get fired from it unless she straight up gave them a direct reason to, but straining that relationship was not something Cass wanted to do. It would hurt her, and Isaac. Nothing good could come from it.

Though she had done her share of stupid shit before at work, now it was serious. Back then they weren’t even fucking.

“So at the end of each hall there are smaller broom closets, with the minor essentials. We have a main room on the fourth floor, and in the basement… I’m guessing you know that already,” Cass explained.

Neil opened the door and checked inside, giving a ‘hm’ at his inspection.

“Carpets, you clean those with something?” Neil asked. He was actually paying attention.

“Yeah no, that is somebody else. I mainly do easy clean ups in the rooms. The more advanced stuff, which you’ll probably do, you’ll have to talk with someone else. I’ll just show you what I do, then someone else can show you the- keep your hands off. We’re at work!”

Neil had reached his hand down her thigh, trying to catch a feel of her ass under her uniform. Cass smacked his hand away. So much for being an attentive worker.

“Sorry, just looked too good not to get a little taste. That uniform truly suits you,” Neil chuckled.

“Why don’t you show how you clean the rooms?” Neil said. “That’s your field, right? By the way, do you vacuum the hallway?”

The next few hours went on like that. Cass actually found it curious to be in a room with a bed and Neil and not fuck in it. Hell, Cass almost found it disappointing that Neil didn’t try anymore. She knew he wanted to, so why didn’t he even try? Instead, he just did what she told him, without any funny business. Cass gave it all an internal shoulder shrug.

They worked at half speed until Neil started to pick up on the routine, which he did pretty quickly. He was actually quite diligent when it came to the cleaning, fast too. Soon the two were each even doing their own rooms.

“Hey, this shower right here. There is something wrong with the hose,” Neil called out.

Cass was out on the trolly, putting some trash away, with Neil inside. She shoved the trolly aside and headed in. It was probably a knot that had loosened, or come off. The trolly had plenty of spare ones, so it wasn’t a big deal. Cass opened the bathroom door, and found Neil with his back to her, fiddling with something in the shower.

“What’s up?” Cass asked.

Neil turned. Out of his maid slacks hung his massive piece. Flaccid, yet looking like a giant veiny slug. Even now it would stretch her out so deliciously. Cass found herself slowly chewing on her bottom lip once again. That thing had a grip on her.

“HAHAHAHA!” Neil laughed. “Got you.”

Neil had shown his dick as a joke, and didn’t push it anymore than that, somewhat to Cass’ disappointment. Even now, as well fed on his huge dick as she was, did she yearn for even more. But it couldn’t happen. Not at work. Neil seemed to sense her growing arousal, however, as a smirk creased across his greasy face, getting other ideas.

“Naughty slut, wanting to get dicked down. Sure why not? This is the last room anyway. Jump in the shower, face the faucet and slide that thong aside,” Neil commanded.

Cass was powerless to stop him. For all the reasons she shouldn’t do this, she did it anyway. She climbed in, bent towards the shower wall, and shoved her thong down to her knees. Neil quickly got behind her. She didn’t need any foreplay, she was so wet from just seeing his naked monster that Neil easily slid home.

“Fuuuck. Easy… You’re so fucking big, let me… get used to it a bit,” Cass moaned, slamming her fist lightly against the wall.

Neil didn’t say anything. He started thrusting inside her with a frantic, urgent pace. This wasn’t one of their love sessions. This wasn’t even fucking. It was just a quickie in the bathroom. Cass was at that level with Neil, that they were casually having sex now. And in the shower at their workplace, no less. It was the naughty adventures you had as a couple, to spice it all up. Now she was doing it with Neil. And not to spice it up. Just to fuck real quick. Perhaps she was a slut.

Meanwhile Neil hilted himself inside her several times, more or less punching an orgasm out of her. It was so good yet again. Stretching her out, filling her up. Making her cum so good. Neil then pressed into her all the way, pushing her up against the shower wall even further, moving his hands up to the sides of her voluptuous tits. Even this close, Neil was able to give Cass rapid thrusts, though much shallower.

“Tell me!” Neil groaned into her ear.

“What?”

“That I’m, ugh, better.”

“Fuck yeah! You’re so much better than Isaac!”

“You deserve much better than this idiot!” Neil whispered.

A shiver went through Cass. Did Neil think he was a candidate? The fact that he even hinted at those intentions made her clamp even more around his girth.

“I’m gonna cum soon,” Neil said, now more exasperated. Cass could feel him swell inside her.

“I can’t get it on the uniform,” Cass moaned.

“Fine,” was all that Neil said, before a giant pulse within her blasted her insides. His sperm quickly filling up in her fertile womb. It made her mind go blank. He hadn’t filled her up like that since their night together, and now with his shallow thrusts, hitting home deep over and over, he just shot it inside of her without warning. Their fucking had been so primal, and the ending was just same

Now that it was probably soon over, Neil didn’t give a fuck. And neither did Cass. Not in the moment at least. She’d beat herself up over it later. For now, she savored the wonderful feeling of a man filling her up to the brim. She just loved getting bred like this. And there was so much traveling all around inside her now. So much fertile cum sloshing around in her unprotected womb. The thought and feeling was such a thrill.

Soon splashes echoed as it spilled out of her and onto the shower floor. The wet sounds almost filled her with terror, reminding what she had just done. And where.

Once again Cass had submitted to Neil’s cock.

And she loved it.

“Quick, wash up. We need to head home. Right now,” Cass said, far from satisfied.

Cal, the guy in charge of the cleaning, wasn’t too pleased about them taking their sweet time, but didn’t pry too much yet. Just as well. Cass gave her best apology and once they were out of view, Neil and Cass hurried to her car.

She wasn’t able to even keep it together while driving. Picking up her feet from the car floor, she turned in her seat and pressed her small feet on his erection as they drove. Neil almost skidded off the road, but managed to pull up again. Cass wasn’t deterred. She slowly moved her feet up and down his length, getting him more than ready for when they were home.

It was only afternoon, as the washing shift always started real early, so Isaac wouldn’t be home. They’d have at least five hours until he got off work. Plenty of time to satiate both Cass and Neil.

“Come on, babe, don’t fuck me here, take me to bed,” Cass moaned as they entered the house, Neil immediately pawing at her firm thighs.

Cass more or less ran into the bedroom. Neil didn’t run but he was not far behind. They were like high schoolers. What the fuck. Now that they had free reign, there was nothing holding them back. Cass rolled onto her stomach, trying to pry her skin tight jeans down her legs. When they bunched around her knees, Cass felt the weight of Neil on her legs followed shortly by his bulbous head resting between her ass cheeks, pulsating heavily against her. Cass even felt his cock slightly rub into her asshole. But thank god that was off the table. She was saving that for Isaac during the honeymoon. Neil was way too big anyway.

Instead, Neil sawed back and without a second thought he entered her. With the same urgency from before, Neil started thrusting deep and hard, using his weight to max out the power each time he sunk his cock into a groaning Cass. It was yet again brutal. Cass gritted her teeth as she clutched the sheets, but she loved every second of it. She felt like she was getting ripped open, but in the best way possible. Her dripping wet pussy squelched loudly every time Neil slammed himself into her, fluids shooting everywhere across the beddings, leaving stains all over. It didn’t take long before she climaxed underneath him, but Neil didn’t stop at all. He kept going, fucking her hard and deep relentlessly, never breaking his pace as Cass gushed and screamed out in pleasure. There was so much of it, she was helpless.

The more she fucked Neil, the more she got used to the heavenly feelings. How good sex could be. And Neil played her like a fiddle. She had never thought sex could be this good, but Neil showed her over and over. It became overwhelming. And now Cass could feel Neil’s cock ominously swell and twitch inside her. She knew she shouldn’t but she wanted it. Neil deserved to claim her. With how well he banged her? It was the least she could offer him.

“Cum wherever! Show me who fucks me the best! Show me who owns this pussyyyy-” Cass screamed out, but was cut off short as she almost got the wind knocked out of her as Neil violently came inside her.

For several minutes did Neil pump Cass full of his sperm, luckily slowing down to more forceful thrusts. It was so good. Cass moaned out loud in delight. Grunted each time Neil shoved himself inside. “Thank god for the plan B’s,” Cass thought as she lay there with closed eyes, relishing how good she felt. So warm. So satisfied.

With a loud slurp did Neil finally slide himself out of her, and fell down beside her. Cass rested her head for a few minutes before dragging her pants completely off, getting ready for more. Cass should probably get that plan B, but it could wait. They would likely fuck a bunch, now that they’d started. Would it be like that every time? A marathon? When he brought over the welder they banged once. In the motel only twice. Now they were on their way to their third for the day. Probably fourth too, if Cass got her way.

And here we go again. Cass felt Neil’s hand touch her lower back, traveling down to her cheeks. He gave her a few squeezes. He then grabbed his cock, smacking her cheeks with it a bit before he resumed groping her. Feeling how muscled up she was, how soft her skin was. Cass groaned. She loved the attention. The feeling of being wanted. The feeling of how eager Neil was for her body. She knew what was next too. Neil loved her ass, and would no doubt soon give it more than just a manhandling.

“Neil… could you… stick it in?” Cass asked, wanting to get to it right away.

“What?” Neil asked, slightly perplexed.

“Your finger, not your cock. I’m saving myself. But a finger for a bit, please. I just… I need it,” Cass said, lowering her face onto the pillow, bracing herself.

Neil’s finger soon found her ass. He had fingered her a bunch, eaten her out too. So she was more accustomed to the foreign object entering her. Yet her head jerked up slightly at the sudden intrusion. Neil held a bit then slowly shoved his middle finger further inside of her. Cass looked over her shoulder, seeing his fat finger disappearing into her ass all the way to his knuckle. Neil dragged it out a bit then shoved it back in. He did this a few times more, then he slid his hand all the way back, leaving the tip of his finger inside her. Neil’s ring finger aligned itself with his middle finger, and at a deadly slow pace did he press both his fingers inside her. Cass squealed out. She just loved getting her ass finger-fucked. Neil saw her reaction and started pulsing his hand back and forth, rhythmically building the pleasure up. It felt so good getting stretched like this. Cass could come to love it. Hell, she did so far. Whenever Isaac would be inside her ass when they married, she’d be well trained to a point where she’d love it.

The stretching foreign objects inside her soon had her dripping wet, and a glowing, scalding warm orgasm was building up inside her. Neil sensed this and stopped his fingering. Torturing her. No. She looked over her shoulder and saw that he wanted to invite a third finger. Shit. She had to stop him. It would be too much, it would ruin her.

“Neil, please don’t,” Cass asked.

“You love it, what you talking about?”

“Yeah… It’s good… just…” Cass relented. “Fuck it… I mean, don’t fuck it. Just. If you’re going for three, at least get my coconut oil in the bathroom.”

The whole bed shifted as Neil transferred his weight to the edge and fucked off to the bathroom. Once inside, Neil looked in the cabinet that he knew was hers. He found the coconut oil, but he also saw something else. An enema kit.

“I saw the kit,” Neil said, reentering the bedroom. Cass got a bit embarrassed by it. She had kept it from Isaac, but Neil knew of the present she intended for him later, when they were on their honeymoon.

“Yeah… Did a test run earlier today, just to see how it worked. I’ve been prepping for Isaac.”

“Are we now?”

“Yeah, I tried a laxative I made first, but it was excessive. But… I’ll spare you the details.”

“Now, where were we?” Neil groaned, as he settled on top of her legs again. Cass let her head fall again. Ready for action.

“Please, daddy, finger my ass,” Cass said.

“Hey! Knock off that shit,” Neil said, angrily.

“What, you don’t want to be called daddy, daddy?” Cass asked. A loud crack and she yelped out. Neil spanked her hard.

“Got it,” Cass groaned.

She then felt his hands mauling her cheeks again. Neil was pretty rough, but it felt good regardless. Almost like a massage. It certainly helped get her warmed up. Cass yelped again as she felt something wet hit her crack. She turned her head. Neil had let a dribble of spit down into her ass. He then hawked and spat a huge one, hitting her asshole directly. Neil just spat at her, and all she could do was get more turned on. Cass moaned out, holding the pillow tighter, letting Neil defile her however he pleased.

Cass then heard the lid open and soon more coldness entered between her cheeks. But it soon became warm. Neil spent some time lubing up around her hole before he dipped another finger in the jar and then applied it to her sphincter by pressing in with one of his fingers. Then two, with another layer of the coconut oil. He was using so much, getting her oiled and waxed up proper. His fingers slid easier now, as the coconut oil was so thick and yet so slick it made her ass susceptible to the manipulation of his fingers. And not only was he able to fuck her easily with his fingers, but the oil seemed to increase the pleasure. Perhaps because of how easily Neil’s fingers slid back and forth.

Cass’ pussy was quivering at this point. Cass had been hovering on the brink of an orgasm the whole time, but Neil had never shoved her across the finish line. Just torturing her with his slow fingering of her ass instead. The pain and pleasure had long ago mixed into one delicious feeling she’d come to love. And as much as Neil loved fingering her ass, did Cass love it for herself. Especially when his finger rubbed against a special place inside her. Everytime he touched that place, sparks went through her. Cass involuntarily lifted her ass to meet his slow rhythmic fingering. She even felt herself drooling, but she didn’t care. All she could do was focus on that mind bending orgasm that had been sparking and boiling this whole time, just out of her reach. She knew she’d do anything he asked at this point, she was so far gone.

And then he pulled his fingers back out to the edge of her ass. Cass felt him adding his oiled up index finger. Finally, with a third finger inside of her, maybe he would let her cum. She was desperate for it. It had been torturing her for so long now. Her whole body begged for relief. So much tension had been built up. Cass looked over her shoulder just in time to see Neil apply the added pressure of his three fingers entering her. She could see his giant cock in his other hand. He was dripping wet with precum, having no doubt been slowly tugging on it the whole time. She couldn’t blame him. Her moans and her delirious expressions were no doubt a huge turn on for him and a huge boost for his ego. Pleasuring someone else’s wife so well, and by only using his fingers. In her ass, no less.

Then Cass felt his fingers press against her. There wasn’t much more resistance and his fingers easily traveled inside. Neil pressed in until the first joints of his fingers were just inside. He then dragged them out a bit before pressing them inward once more. He did this several times, taking his time with her. When Neil felt Cass was accustomed enough, he slid his fingers all the way out. She heard the jar of coconut oil and then the slick sounds of Neil applying it on himself some more.

“Just gonna get in a bit better angle,” Neil hummed.

Cass felt Neil shift his legs a bit, positioning himself above her knees. One hand tickled her ass a bit before feeling it up a bit. His nails running along her muscles, giving her goosebumps. It tickled so good. Neil then took hold of that cheek and held it aside. He held it like that for a moment, no doubt jerking himself to the sight. He was taking his sweet ole time getting back into action.

“Come on, dude! Just do it already!”

Cass was so worked up, she couldn’t wait to feel him inside of her ass again. She desperately needed release. Neil had found such a good spot inside her ass and she wanted him back there as soon as possible. Couldn’t he stop taking his time already?! Then she felt him place the tip on her ass, and press in. The tip of his fingers ominously pressed against her ass. His fingers felt even bigger now, stretching her out more widely. Even more than before. There was some initial resistance, but Neil had warmed Cass’ ass up so well that his entrance was relatively easy. Thank god. Neil stopped a bit, letting her settle. He was so careful with her, making sure everything was right. He waited a few moments. Then Neil continued. At first there was some pain, but it quickly went away as he applied more pressure. Neil pulled back ever so slightly now, before sliding back. Deeper he went. He paused. Then he pressed even further. She felt so full. It was such a foreign feeling from when her vagina was getting stuffed.

Then it dawned on Cass. If Neil were to finger her ass, he would no doubt get other ideas, despite her warnings. Neil was known to take some liberties. That couldn’t happen. She was saving herself for Isaac. Neil better not think he could go ahead and steal her anal virginity from her future husband!

“Don’t, ugh, please don’t take my anal cherry. Please don’t take it, I’m saving it,” Cass whimpered, as Neil had oh so slowly started to saw back and forth.

Neil pressed a bit more forward, finding that spot again. Rolling over it. Electricity shot through her and she yelped out, drool thrown from her mouth and fluids gushing out her pussy. The sudden jolt of pleasure muted her as she couldn’t focus on anything else. It felt like her whole body was crackling. She had been so on edge for oh so long. She clutched the sheets, as it started to become overwhelming.

“Too late… Mmmm, had to,” Neil hummed.

Maybe Cass should’ve snapped up at the reaction. In her mind, she did. But she only slowly turned her head, and saw the truth of it. Cass realized it wasn’t Neil’s fingers in her ass. It was Neil’s cock. She saw it aimed down and disappearing in between her cheeks and further into her ass. Filling her up in every direction. And just like that, Cass had lost her anal virginity. There was no getting it back. It had been done. Neil took it. Her ass was his now. And his alone.

“Neil… Ple- please. Ugh. You have to- oh shit… oh… OH SHIT!” Cass’ half hearted protest disappeared into a deep guttural.

While they had been talking, Neil had never let up. He found her spot and skilfully rubbed against it the right way, utterly shoving it in place, pressing it so wonderfully. As much as Cass wanted to protest, she couldn’t escape the overwhelming pleasure Neil gave her through fucking her ass. No doubt he’d broken asses before. The thought made her whole body tremble. Neil was so skillful, and she was about to get to know just how much. His cock dominated the walls of her ass, and touched all the right spots at once. And as he slowly thrust inside her ass, he stimulated all the right senses. Any discomfort was completely erased and in its place pleasure came barging in. Rolling through her. Exploding through her.

Cass knew she should protest. But if it was already too late, then… might as well enjoy it. It couldn’t be undone. Cass clenched her eyes shut, gritted her teeth and, as she resigned herself to her fate, Neil finally allowed her to climax. He held in deep, grinding the head of his cock right along that sweet spot so forcefully. Yeah, he knew what he was doing for sure. Just where to hit and when to do it. There was no escape. Cass was going to cum from having her ass fucked. And it was earth shattering. Her whole body spasmed. She went into convulsions, barely able to lie still. Neil had applied more speed and more pressure, but not so much that it was painful, but just enough so that it was heavenly. Shock waves shot through her with each thrust. It didn’t just feel good, it felt overwhelmingly good. Cass couldn’t find anything else to focus on but the overwhelming sensation of Neil’s cock rummaging around inside her ass, squeezing her senses into a turmoil. How could it be this good?

Part of her wanted to scream at Neil for taking her ass from Isaac like that, but right now she was almost glad he had. It was amazing, even post orgasm. She just lay there, letting him slowly fuck her ass. She fucking loved anal! Even if it was her first time, it was amazing. Cass hummed in delight, almost like Neil had been doing.

Then Neil pushed it even further. Both cock and eroticism. Careful so as not to angle his cock in a discomforting way, Neil bent down on top of Cass’ face, putting his heavy breathing mouth up to her ear.

“You love it, don’t you?” Neil asked. His cock barged past her spot, so the fat shaft was pressed up against her, as his head dove even deeper inside of her.

“Sh-shut up… J-just-ugh- shut up,” Cass groaned. She was still pissed, but this new world of anal pleasure had her in shambles. Neil kissed her cheek and found her neck, kissing her softly.

“It-does feel pretty good, though,” Cass admitted, unrepentantly. Slowly Neil crept up to her ear again, and whispered, “Tell me that it’s better than good. Fuck… Say how amazing it is… ngh… Tell me how you just can’t stop… cumming…”

Even though she’d already had a huge orgasm, her body had never stopped gushing: she was having a continuous series of small orgasms, another one pressed out each time Neil’s rigid cock shifted against her inner anal walls.

“So, say it,” Neil said, slowing down his thrusts, but applying more firmness. His thrusts were now aimed and deliberate to give her shock wave after shock wave of pleasure.

“I-I love it,” Cass squealed.

“Again.”

“I love it. I love you fucking my ass, it’s so good. I never knew it could be this good!”

“Now you do. Thank me. Thank me for it,” Neil demanded.

Cass didn’t want to. How could she? Neil had robbed Isaac of one of the few things Cass had left for him, and now he wanted her to thank him?

“Thank me, or I’ll stop.”

“Thank you, Neil!” Cass whimpered immediately. “Thank you so much!”

“For what!?”

“Thank you for fucking my ass. Thank you for taking my anal virginity! Th- THANK YOU!”

“OH FUCK! I’m… I’M FUCKING CUMMING! OH SHIT!” Neil screamed.

As her words left her mouth, Neil swelled up and with a few strokes he came into her bowels. It became too much even for him. He had been holding back for so long, but couldn’t do it any more. Finally conquering Cass’ ass was such a huge notch under the belt it became too much, especially when she was whimpering, moaning and talking to him like she did. With a loud groan, he filled her rectum up with his white sperm. Cass whimpered out as she came yet again, feeling the extra pressure inside. Both from Neil’s giant cock swelling up, but also from getting her ass filled with cum.

“I’M CUH-CUMMING IN YOUR FUCKING ASS! SLUT, YOU FUCKING SLUT!” Neil roared as he shoved himself inside her over and over.

It was with great effort that restrained himself from picking up his speed, even as his strokes became longer and drove into her further. Slowly, Neil’s trembling thrusts pressed his cum into Cass’ ass. The same shockwaves she had felt, he felt too. It was as if her ass was sucking the cum out of him. So tight. So warm. So good.

And she obviously loved having her ass filled. Cass never said anything. She just held her cheeks spread for him, as he fucked still more cum inside of her, while heavenly sounds emanated from her.

And just like that, Neil had fucked and creampied Cass’ ass. It was over. Neil took it.

And it was free reign.

“Now get the fuck out… I need to… rest…” Cass moaned, utterly ruined.

*

Cass had said Neil was over after work on Wednesday, but she’d kept the details vague. We fucked that night, as our arousal insulated us both from how lost in the eroticism we were. I still had my erectile problems, and Cass had once again resorted to humiliating me to make me cum.

I later learned why Cass had been so reluctant about the details of what they had done. Neil had sent me some texts and a video Thursday morning. Cass never knew they were recorded. I didn’t know what to do with the information I’d been given. I knew I was supposed to be pissed, but I jerked off to it a thousand times. Even at work. It was like I was getting addicted to Neil’s cock myself. I was getting just as addicted, it seemed, as Cass was slowly becoming. She used the excuse of them calling it off as a reason to go all out, but this was another level.

It was only after I’d gone to work, that Neil had texted me. As if it was on purpose, so I wouldn’t be able to confront Cass about it. And when I tried to call her it went to voicemail. I knew then that Neil was already fucking her. No doubt cumming wherever he wanted, now that he had conquered it all. Stolen her body from me. Fuck, sitting in my office, looking at the two images and the video… I was powerless to do anything, as I sat through them. It was so hot. So wrong.

The video was in two parts. The first part was Neil aiming his almost violet, raging hard cock straight at Cass’ asshole, with the caption. “Watch your gf lose her anal virginity.” As I started the video, I could hear Cass moan, “Come on, dude! Just do it already!” And only seconds later, almost half of Neil’s girth had broken past her sphincter and pushed into the depths of her ass. One second Cass had her anal virginity intact. The next she didn’t. I should’ve seen it coming, I guess. I knew how crazy Neil had been for her ass. He’d no doubt warmed her up for it the whole time. I couldn’t really blame the guy either.

Then there was a jumpcut in the video. It was now captioned with, “Her ass is so tight”. Neil was slowly but firmly pressing half his cock inside of Cass. She was probably too tight for the rest.

“Thank you, Neil!” Cass whimpered with her face shoved into a pillow. “Thank you so much!”

“For what!?” Neil asked behind the camera.

“Thank you for fucking my ass. Thank you for taking my anal virginity!”

It required some serious self control for me not to just whip out my cock and jerk off right then and there. Neil was breaking in my girl in so many ways, taking every part of her for his own. I was filled with raging jealousy and raging arousal. It was so wrong. Yet so good. Neil was manipulating and stealing my girl, and she was thanking him for it.

Then there were the two images. The first image was Cass bent over in bed with her lover’s giant cock resting on top of her asshole with the text, “your girl’s a hot little anal virgin…” . The second probably taken after the first half of the video was recorded. It was captioned, “… No more. I own her tight black ass now.”

I was so turned on. I needed release, but for fuck’s sake, there was still so much to do at work. I hoped I would get a small window so I could head to the bathroom and bust one out real quick. Fuck, I was such a wreck. I wondered how I would get anything done.

But I hoped Cass would be more careful. I knew she was letting Neil cum inside her a lot. I couldn’t figure out why she took such risks. Did he really have such a hold on her? It made me wonder if Cass was willingly letting Neil knock her up. Of course not. She just relied on the plan B’s. I even joked that now they had a new way to prevent that, with anal being on the table now. But I didn’t have anyone yet to share the joke with. I had no way of talking with Cass.

Instead, I was left in the dark. And not only Thursday morning. I only received a few texts the whole of that Thursday. We had been talking about her staying over from time to time. They hadn’t done it when I had expected it, at the motel. But apparently now she had. I exchanged a few texts with her, but heading to bed that night I felt so alone. It was not often I had slept alone since I met Cass. It was only whenever Neil had her wrapped around his finger. Or cock, rather.

Friday was much the same. It wasn’t until afternoon that Cass called me up. But it was a buttdial. On purpose or not, I didn’t know. The only thing I heard was Cass’ desperate moans, Neil’s groans, and the slick sounds of them no doubt fucking. I could even faintly hear them making out, from the small subtle wet sounds of lips munching into each other hidden underneath the harrowing sounds of Cass’ wet pussy getting stuffed. I wondered if it was in our bed, in his, or in some other random place. Maybe he had just thrown her against some dumpster. Then the call abruptly ended. An hour later I got a proper phone call from her though.

“Did you like our little audio theater?” Cass asked, chuckling.

“Ye-yeah. Jesus, hard to focus on work over here,” I answered.

“Where are you guys?” I asked.

“At his. He’s in the bathroom. We’re going out for some food after.”

“Cass, you should know Neil sent me-”

“Shit, he’s back… Gotta go! Love you!” Cass whispered.

“Love you, too! Have fun!” I said earnestly.

Even if I was filled with anxiety at how lost Cass seemed, the same anxiety fueled my arousal. Lost in a world of pleasure. Going out with a bang.

It wasn’t until Saturday evening that I heard from her again.

*

Neil let out a loud groan. It was six in the morning and they were on the roof of the hotel. Neil had just creampied the shit out of Cass. He’d insisted on cumming inside her again, because he wanted to see how her pussy would steam in the rising morning sun. Cass thought it was a poor excuse, but went along with it either way. Both their bodies were already shining in sweat. As the sun shone over the building, and Neil pulled out of Cass, who lay on the hard surface, smoky steam started floating from her body. It was such a vile image. In fact, Neil took out his phone and snapped a photo.

“That is art,” he chuckled.

“Pff. You’re disgusting. Now, let’s get dressed. We need to work,” Cass said. She grabbed her purse, where she had stashed some napkins for the occasion.

She had stayed over at Neil’s for a few days. It had been an endless marathon. Maybe it wasn’t all fucking and cumming, but there was plenty of it. Where did Neil get it from? He was insatiable. He also didn’t seem to care if he came inside of her anymore. He just did it. Sometimes without even bothering to tell Cass or to warn her. Like Neil owned her body and he could just dump his load wherever he felt like it.

Something that had struck her as odd, however, was that Neil hadn’t fucked her ass again. He hadn’t even asked about it. She wasn’t bummed out about it, just surprised. While it was good, better than she’d ever imagined, it was something Cass wanted to reserve for Isaac. But every time she had ideas like that it was like a sixth sense within Neil enabled him to realize it and allowed him to steal them away. Maybe Neil fucked her ass just so he would be the first one to do it. As a power play. Almost like how he came inside her, despite having a major anti-fetish for pregnant women.

Neil was now the one who fucked her bare, made love to her, came inside her and had even fucked her ass. Not Isaac. Hell, Isaac was barely able to fuck her nowadays. It was all Neil. Perhaps that was why she spent so much time with him. She was hooked on their intimate sessions, as well as their rougher ones. It was something she yearned for. Even in the moments when they weren’t making love did she hunger for it.

Yesterday she hadn’t even gone home, nor made any significant effort to keep in touch with Isaac. At first she’d felt bad, but Neil had made her forget it all about it, thrust by thrust. Isaac became a distant memory whenever Neil and Cass would make love. Dating Neil was just so much sex. But it also made her realize something else. The reason she could absolutely fool around and not be worried about herself. There was no emotional connection with Neil. She couldn’t stand him. Whenever they ate out, whether dinner or other things, he was such a dick. To her he was such a dick. Even when he tried not to, it would surface time and time again. The only redeeming qualities he had were his cock and that he kept his place tidy. That was it.

Even if he could make her feel things that looked like love, if you squinted real hard, it wasn’t actually anything real. It was part of the taboo. Feelings that shouldn’t emerge, things they shouldn’t do. And in conjunction with the skill with which Neil did it. But it was just an imitation of the real thing. A charade.

“Where the fuck you guys been?” Cal asked when they emerged. They were an hour late for their work duties. “Doesn’t matter. Just get to it right now!”

Cal was also pissed later. Cass and Neil had fucked in a closet, neglecting their duties. It wasn’t like Cass wanted to be a bad worker, it was just Neil who kept asking for more and she was in no position to deny him anything he asked. But later, after work, both of them were spent. It was time for her to go home. Besides, her stash of plan B’s had run out, so she needed to pick up some more at home… and talk to Isaac. She had only exchanged a few texts with him up till now.

“There you are!” Isaac exclaimed when she got home.

Cass was relieved he wasn’t pissed. Though, he had plenty of reason to be so. Instead, he just hugged her tight.

“Don’t disappear on me like that,” Isaac said, smelling her hair, digging his hands around her. After a bone crushing hug, he pulled back and looked at her.

“Yes,” Cass muttered, not daring to look into his eyes. But Isaac took her chin and lifted her face up, locking his kind eyes with hers.

“It’s okay. It’s just… Maybe calm down a bit?”

“Please forgive me,” Cass muttered.

She was feeling terrible. Yes, they had agreed on the sleeping over part, but Isaac had been left so much in the dark, it was gnawing on her. When she was away, getting dicked down by Neil, it was such a distant thing. The whole relationship she actually was committed to. Maybe the dating aspect of their adventures was off. She didn’t even like it, aside from the sex.

“You are forgiven. Now get your ass to the kitchen,” Isaac said, unwavering in his good mood. She was truly lucky in that way. Isaac was always reasonable and understanding almost to a fault. Not that she’d ever hold that against him.

“You want me to whip up some pasta?”

“No, I want you to bend over the kitchen table and then I’m gonna punish you for being a bad girl,” Isaac said, not able to hide his arousal anymore.

“Hell, yeah, big boy,” Cass said, biting her lip. She loved to submit to Neil, but submitting to Isaac? She was quivering at the thought.

Isaac grabbed her sides, lifted her up and over his shoulder. It was almost an imitation of what Neil had once done, but Isaac did it with such ease. He carried Cass to the kitchen table, put her down, turned and shoved her over the table. It was such a thrill. Cass loved getting dominated, she found, and very much so by the person she loved the most.

“Oh, you going to take me now? Just fucking take me?” Cass moaned.

Isaac didn’t reply. He roughly kicked her feet apart and moved in between. She heard him rip a package open and the small wet sound of it getting rolled onto his erection. Part of Cass wanted Isaac to not give a fuck about the fucking condom rules and just shove himself inside her like a brute. But another part knew that Isaac was nowhere near that sort of person. Though, he had developed a slightly more dominant streak of late. Maybe Cass’ endless humiliation, denial and teasing had brought it out of him? Hopefully, there was more to cum. Eh, more to come. Right.

Both of them grunted as Isaac shoved himself inside her. He didn’t have to lube her up or anything, no foreplay. Cass was more than ready for him. He kept pawing at her ass as he thrust in earnest, alternating with moving his giant hands up to her tits. Cass could feel the want in him with each thrust. It felt so good. Though, she couldn’t wait until the condom was off the table. Literally, almost.

“I- I know about…” Isaac began. Cass tensed up. What did he think he knew? But he wasn’t daring enough.

“What do you know?” Cass asked, turning her head on the cold table, looking up at Isaac.

Isaac was staring down at her ass. Studying it. Cass bit her lip. Was he looking for any signs? Evidence? Not that any would be present, but his desperation gave him away.

“Oh, that?” Cass taunted. Isaac gave a loud grunt. Already he was ready to blow. But so was Cass.

“Yeah… I was actually saving my ass for our, ugh, honeymoon, but let’s say, Neil didn’t agree,” Cass said, venom coating her voice.

Isaac met her eyes finally. She smiled viciously at him.

“Cass… that is so fucked… that is so hot…”

“I know, believe me. I know. And I fucking loved it. If Neil ever wants to hit it again, he’ll be more than welcome to,” Cass grunted.

“Well… at least now we have a good prevention,” Isaac said.

“Want Neil to cum inside of you, huh? Better let him do it up the ass, then!” Isaac said. Cass squealed out and clamped down on him so hard it felt like she was going to rip his cock off.

“Who needs condoms, when you got an ass like this?” Isaac said through gritted teeth, spanking said ass.

Cass went into a frenzy of panting and grunting as she came for the first time in weeks from Isaac fucking her. She just loved it. Every word of it. And Isaac who was such a good guy, to talk like this? Cass just hoped there was more.

It seemed to get to Isaac too, as he came right through her second orgasm. Soon they were both lying at rest on the kitchen table, panting. They exchanged a look and laughed at their own vileness.

*

The next week Cass had her period. I normally wasn’t that excited about menstruation, but after all the fucking she’d been having with Neil it was a blessing. I guess Neil didn’t share the sentiment. He told Cass to stay away until that ‘nasty shit is gone’. “What a gentle, understanding man he is,” I mused sarcastically.

Something good that came out of it was that Cass now had every day, all week long, to spend helping with the wedding. Sharing the burden relieved a bunch of the stress off of my back. I was a pretty good organizer, given my job, but Cass had her own eye for what should be in a wedding and what should not.

Friday after her period was over, I came home early. Cass was in the kitchen with her music on, so I headed straight to the shower. I doubt she noticed me. When I came out, twenty minutes later, I was greeted by the sight of Cass bent over the kitchen table, naked in her apron, her green blouse tossed to the floor and her tight jeans ripped apart next to it. Behind her stood Neil, buck naked, thrusting hard into Cass.

They didn’t even realize I was home yet, and they didn’t seem to notice me now either. I guess the darkness of the bedroom hid me well enough. But I had probably entered at the end of it, as Neil roared and bucked hard against Cass’ behind, cumming inside her again. Cass never asked for it, but she didn’t protest either. She just let Neil cum wherever he wanted. And if he thought it was over, Neil no doubt didn’t give a fuck if he knocked Cass up.

That weekend we spent together, no Neil. We wanted to chill. So we headed to a public pool and did just that. Then later we decided to head out to play tennis. Cass was much better than me. I was utterly schooled. After we got home, Cass even blew me in the shower. She was so skilled by now, she had no trouble handling my cock. Though, it did fuel the fire to know how she’d gotten so skillful. Later that evening we shared dinner at an Italian restaurant. Cass had told me how Neil was, so I was pretty motivated to be just the opposite. I even tipped heavily.

Then came Monday. Cass had sent me the message that she was heading over to Neil’s, her sms waiting for me when I pulled into work. I just wrote back, “Have fun. Keep me updated.”

*

“You’re fired. Now fuck off,” Cal said, face in his hands and thoroughly annoyed.