After a few moments, she rolled over and kissed me.
“That was exceptional. I almost feel for Ian having missed that performance.”
“He can watch the next one,” I said, smiling with a lightness and relief in my tone that I’d not expected. I grabbed her phone and looked at the picture I’d hastily taken. Me peering cheekily from behind her head. Her with her eyes closed, hair falling down her face and mouth open like a cheap sex doll. I texted Ian from her phone and sent myself a copy to remind me of her passion:
E: You can come up now
E:
Seconds later, there was a knock at the door. I’m sure the little weasel had been outside it and not in the bar. I got up and let him in. He involuntarily looked down at my cock. It hung like fat sausage, glistening from the wetness of his fiancée.
“I need a shower,” I said. “Eva has been through the wringer – give her a massage.”
I went into the bathroom and took a cool shower. I needed to be fresh if I was to do this again. When I came back into the room, Eva was lying face down on the bed motionless, with Ian at the side rubbing her bottom and probing between her legs.
“Hey!” I shouted. “What are you doing?”
“You said give her a massage,” he said in a surprised, almost guilty, tone.
I strode over to him, he stood up and I grabbed his balls through his suit. I squeezed harder than I’d intended to and he winced. Ian may not be the jealous type, but it appears that I may be.
“Not her cunt, you fuckwit. That’s mine now. I want her to be relaxed for the next round. Undress and lie face down on the floor.”
As he stripped, I could see he had an erection. He really did get off on having me fuck his partner.
I touched Eva’s leg and she turned over sleepily, lazily. She was totally spent. I hoped she was still up for this. I turned her through 90 degrees, raised her legs onto my shoulders and positioned my cock on her vulva. I could feel the dampness and the heat. As I did so, I placed one foot on Ian’s back to brace myself. My hardening cock re-entered her, my previous emission making the entry even easier. She started moaning – a very different sound to before and I took a little more time to find my pleasure inside her. With each thrust the weight of my leg made him huff like a smoker after a run. He could hear and feel me violating his yet-to-be bride. Out of the corner of his eye, I’m sure he was watching as my heavy balls slapped against her hard buttocks, my ball sack tightening with the mounting sexual excitement.
Eva involuntarily began touching her clitoris, the darting fingers touching my thickening shaft. Once again, in a surprisingly short amount of time, we both came, and I pulled out. As I moved back, drips of my semen fell on Ian. Now released, he looked up the gaping hole that had been his girlfriend’s vagina, one load of semen whipped into a white foam surrounding it, the second oozing out onto the sheets at the edge of the bed.
There was a small, damp stain on the carpet underneath him. It appears the rocking motion from my weight and overall scenario had been too much for him.
“Are you sure you’ve not done this before? That was a great performance,” he said.
I was confused for the third or fourth time today. He continued, “A lot of men who claim to be bulls just can’t pitch the humiliation right. They might ask me to sit in the corner or tie me to a chair, but that’s just to get me out the way as they just want to fuck, but you’re a pro, like you had it all scripted.”
He was being almost chatty, like he felt something had changed and we were friends now. He smiled at me as if to ask for some kind of acknowledgement that we were done and I’d just have a beer with him or something.
“I have no idea what the fuck you’re talking about. There’s no ‘script’, no ‘performance’. I wasn’t doing anything to please you. I was doing what I wanted to please me…. and from the look of her, Eva. If you think I’m just some hired help here to fill some void in your psyche, you’re totally crazy. I can’t understand you at all. You actually disgust me, with your tiny dick issues and your ‘needs and fetishes’. I’m here for one reason and one reason only, to have a fucking fantastic time with a fucking fantastic women, fucking. You’re only here because Eva seems to think it’s necessary for her – though, given her appearance, I doubt it. If it were up to me, I’d have you chemically castrated so no poor woman ever has to be bothered by that streak of gristle you’re packing.”
His erection returned. He really did get off on being humiliated. But as it turns out, I got off on humiliating him. Once again, I could feel a stirring as I gave him my speech. Surprisingly, taking this man’s betrothed excited me. It wasn’t as I expected – no sneaking around, no jealous threats or anguish and I think I’d made it clear; no need to share – that cunt was mine now.
And he’d paid for the privilege. This was working out far better than I’d thought it might when I’d entered the bar and seen his pathetic form next to Eva.
As a man of modest means, I could see what an opportunity this was. I get to fuck a beautiful woman on my terms. No expenses, no insisting on ‘going back to hers’ to hide my simple existence.
“Eva?” I softly asked. “What are your plans?”
“Sleep,” she said softly through a smile. “I’ll call you and invite you over so we don’t have to bump into Dan and Gabby.”
“Can’t wait,” I said. “You’re amazingly sexy.”
I got dressed and picked up my phone, The message from Eva with our photo made me want to stay. Even though she was only on the other side of the room, I remembered the event with nostalgia, as if it had been destined in some way.
I went over to her and kissed her. Ian was by now lying on the bed.
“You can’t touch what’s mine,” I said to Ian. He opened his mouth as if to reply, but there was nothing came out. “To make sure, just remember I have this,” and I reminded him of the picture of me fucking his bride-to-be, “and if I even think you’ve been touching what’s mine, I might just show Dan and Gabby, since you seem so keen to keep them out of this.”
He remembered the party, and how they’d all been showing off and comparing their trophy careers, trophy houses and trophy wives.
“I won’t, Steven. Please – Dan works for me, I can’t have that.”
“Then behave. After all, if you can’t provide for Eva, what’s the point of you?”
His erection returned, and I left.