I merciless hate fucked my friends wife at a hotel room last week. [MF]

It has been eight month. Eight long months since I had the wife of one of my friends. Some of you may remember the earlier encounters with her which I posted here, let me know if you do. For those of you who don’t; No worries! I won’t spare you any details of her cocky demeanour, sexy body and will also explain why having this girl is such a crazy tease for me.

This story contains consensual but very dominant and rough sex. If you prefer otherwise, I’d rather have you to read one of the other beautiful stories out in this subreddit. But if you’re just a tad curious, give it a try. You won’t regret it. It can be still beautiful sex.

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Life happened and I haven’t seen Mike and Jess for quite some time. Until recently. I met Mike and Jess at a wedding last week. A common acquaintance of ours got married. The couple chose a wedding location out of town in an expensive hotel and most of the friends had to stay the night. I wasn’t expecting meeting Mike and Jess there as they aren’t that close to the wedding couple.

Anyway, I wore a classic suit and tie and was about to order my first gin tonic when I noticed Jess. Wow! Do you know the feeling if someone is completely out of your league? I have this exact feeling with Jess every single time I see her. She is highly successful, beautiful, funny and her self-esteem is higher than I could ever imagine, but on the other hand she is super cocky and dominant.

She wore a very short dress for a wedding that night. Her tanned skin gave a great contrast to he light-coloured fabric of the dress. Her hair is a dirty blonde, usually in a bun. She works out regularly and has a toned but still curvy female body. Her perky firm tits and beautiful round bum seemed to almost escape her tight dress. She looked amazing. I could feel my excitement immediately. Maybe we could continue where I left her last time? Gasping and moaning for more?

“Hey, Jess! Great to see you again” – I greeted her friendly, smiling. She walked past me without saying anything in return. Yay. Thanks m’am. She obviously wasn’t pleased that I’m here. I saw her husband Mike and approached him. We chatted for a couple of minutes about life and the wedding couple, but nothing special. I was happy to talk to him again after such a long time.

A beautiful wedding ceremony began and the dinner turned into quite a good party. I saw Jess again when I followed a mate back from the bar to a bunch of friends. She glanced at me and raised his eyebrows as to say “What do you want here? This is where the cool guests hang out.” I stared back and started talking to a friend about job and life in general. After a couple of minutes Jess started to join our conversation: “You would be better off, if you’d learned something that pays more than minimum wage!”, “Is that the same suit you wore to the Mark’s wedding, like 10 years ago?” Yes, I’m not rich, I’m a blue collar worker and this is something she highlights at every chance. And yes, that goddamn wedding was four years ago and I wore the same suit. I don’t need them regularly, stupid bitch!

As beautiful as she is – she takes any chance to talk down on me and embarass me in front of others. And it wasn’t a minute until she continued to humilate me: “Do you still live in that damp old flat of yours? Was it even yours or did you rent it? Man that place was awful. Anyway, we recently moved into our beautiful new house… bla bla”. God damn! You gagged on me in that very new house, honey. Don’t you remember? Now just shut up! I could feel how my anger was rising. This wasn’t going anywhere tonight. I wasn’t giving her the joy of my humilation, not today. I excused myself.

She followed me to the next table and continued her harassment. I excused myself again and got on the dancefloor. The DJ played some very good songs and I had quite some fun when I noticed her staring at me from the bar. I ignored her. Stupid girl. I tried to forget her in her short dress, sassy eyes and perky … bam, there she was in front of me. She moved her body in tune with her music. Oh and how she moved her body. She came closer and closer until I could scent her parfume and our bodies almost touched.

No! I left the dance floor. I didn’t want to be her “release” for the night. Don’t get me wrong. I would have given everything to enter her body once again. Anyway I do have some self respect. I’m not a toy to be played with. Go ahead girl, find someone else for the nigh–– She roughly grabbed my shoulder and pulled me close. “What’s wrong with you? Why don’t you want me?” she asked angrily.

“Why should I want you? Get your husband and leave to your room if you’re that horny. Leave me.” I replied in a harsh voice. She looked at me with an expression of honest astonishment. “Don’t you lie to me, you want to fuck me again. I know it. Come on!” — I shook her off. “No!” I replied firmly, leaving.

“Pah! That’s only because you came early last time and won’t be able to do me like a real man would!” she nagged me. I turned, grabbed her by the neck, pulled her close and growled “I’d fuck your little pussy until you’d beg me to cum in you! Until you beg me to release you from the agony of my big cock buried into your tight little cunt. Now leave me, Jess!”. I was so angry that I almost didn’t notice my rock hard cock, pressing against my boxers.

She grinned. “You see, you’re mine. You do as I wish and command. You’re a simple stupid slave to my body”. What the hell? I mean …argh! This girl is driving me crazy. Fuck my self-respect. This woman needs a lesson.

“I want you naked in my room, in half an hour. Your hands tied to the bed post. You’ll beg me to cum I promise you!” I handed her my room keys and left without turning back.

My legs trembled and I was breathing heavily. I looked around but no one seemed to have noticed our little fight. I headed to the bar. Three more gin tonic later I was quite drunk. I talked to Mike at the bar and ensured he was really down with me having my ways with his wife again, when I glanced at my watch and noticed almost 40 minutes have passed.

The thought of her, bound naked to the bed post waiting for me was super exciting. I left the party without attracting any attention. I was hard as hell when I slowly opened the ajar door to my hotel room. I saw … nothing. Jess was nowhere to be seen. This little naughty bitch.

I was about to leave the room frustrated and angry, ready to get wasted at the bar when I saw her suddenly standing behind me, leaning at the door frame and laughing: “Did you really think I was so in need for your little cock?”.

Maybe it was the alcohol or maybe the dark side of me was pushing out of me: “Get down on your knees and open your useless mouth and start sucking my cock, bitch!”. I approached her, grabbed her neck with both hands and pushed her down. I kicked the door shut. I opened my fly and forced my throbbing cock into her mouth. She gagged on it immediately. It felt amazing, her warm tongue, the back of her throat, a l ot of saliva running down my hard shaft. When I stopped holding her down to open my shirt she stopped sucking and asked: “Are you yet close? Shall I stop, before you nut right now?” – “Shut up! Suck my cock until I say otherwise, bitch!” I grunted while pushing her down again until she deepthroated me whole and her nose touched my groin. A soft moan escaping her stuffed mouth.

I grabbed her head and pulled her up to simply tear her dress from her body. I opened her bra and pulled down her lace panties. I didn’t care for her expensive stuff. I did all while holding her firm by her hair. She was already a mess and nervously gasping for air. The view was mind blowing, Jess naked and beyond excitement in pure ecstasy.

I reached for her wet spot and immediately pushed three fingers inside her. “You’re soaking wet, like you’re just waiting to be fucked all night” I growled into her ear. “Fucked by whom? Your little …” I slapped her face and grabbed her breasts roughly. I opened my belt and wrapped it around her throat. The end of my belt made a good leash for this slut.

I bound the belt to the post of the canopy bed. She was standing on her toes thanks to the ornaments at the post which held the belt in place. I bitch slapped her again and kissed her vigourously afterwards, pushing my tongue into her freshly fucked mouth. I got naked. Her juices already ran down her thighs when I reached for her bound neck with one hand and one hand pushed into her pussy merciless. She felt amazing. I flicked her clit hard with my thumb and alternated between slapping her face and pussy from time to time.

“If I wanted to be fingered, I would have asked my husb–“. Jesus, this girl is annoying. I just pushed her soaked panties into her mouth forcefully. I made sure every little bit of the fabric silenced her. Her big eyes looked at me anxiously and excited. I lifted her legs up, held her ankles and pressed her body against the post. It must have been really uncomfortable for her as she was squealing through her panty-stuffed mouth. Exactly what I wanted her to experience.

She was breathing fast, moaning and groaning. A loud scream escaped her muffled mouth when I pushed my hard cock inside her for the first time in eight month. I felt her lips tearing apart and welcoming me to her wet slit. She felt amazing! I fucked her while standing and pressing my body against hers. Stroke after stroke I fucked her harder. Increasing the pace. The bed hopped with every strong thrust as I slammed my cock into her wet hole.

Her face was reddened, her hair sweaty and she was breathing heavily through her nose. Muted moans escaped her mouth when I slammed my hips against hers. The sound of my groin slapping against her vulva was out of this world. She came two times before I let go of her with a final heavy thrust. I moaned deeply before I pulled out of her. The gin helped to make me numb enough to not cum into her soft and tight pussy immediately. Which would have definitely happened otherwise. I’m not one of those guys who takes forever to come, she was right about that at least.

I released the belt and removed the panties from her mouth. She catched her breath and muttered “Thank you, that was–“ .. “…the beginning, slut! I promised you will beg for me to cum”. I grabbed her hands and tied them behind her back. I pushed her onto the bed and lifted her ass up in the air.

“I removed the gag, so you can scream for me now!” I growled, when I slammed my dick into her pussy and pushed my thumb into her little surprised asshole. And how she screamed. A loud, squealing but throaty scream, releaving all the tension of her body. It made me forget all the talking down and embarassing things she said to me earlier. I felt so powerful, unstoppable.

With every stroke I increased the pace until i fucked her like a rabbit. This was not about her pleasure. It was about dominance. I grabbed her bound hands and used them as a handlebar. I grabbed her hair, her throat, I let her suck my fingers while I banged her hard. I pressed her head against the sheets. I spanked her ass, slapped her face. I fucked her silly. What felt like an eternity and really got me panting and sweating probably was no more than a couple of minutes but I could sense, that I almost had her where I wanted her.

I leaned back, to be able to slap her ass cheeks hard. I was still buried deep into her. It took twenty slaps until she asked for mercy the first time. I didn’t stop until I wearily counted fourty slaps.

The second time she asked for mercy was when I slowly pushed two fingers into her asshole. I ate her ass for a couple of minutes before I felt the sphincter relaxing. I finally pushed my cock into her, burying it completely in her ass – which was the third time she begged me to stop “Please, slow down. Oh god! Please have mercy!”. But these were not the words I was after.

I started riding her ass, pulling almost out, only to push it back in roughly. Her moans turned into high pitched screams. It became hard to hold the pace of fucking her ass. I was exhausted, out of breath and the tightness of her hole pushed me almost over the edge. The sensation almost let me explode. I grabbed her hair and lifted her head up. I thrusted deep into her and put my whole body weight against her, when she finally said the words I was working for so hard:

“Please! I can’t take it anymore. Please! Please! Please! Cum anywhere, but please cum!” – I couldn’t hold it anymore. Hearing her muttering these words to me pushed me over the edge. I turned her head, looked into her eyes and exploded deep into her round and tight ass.

We collapsed breathless. I was feeling quite sick from all the alcohol and the sweating. I helped her up, hugged her, and sent her into the bathroom. My room was a mess, the canopy bed was definitely somewhere else than when I moved in. Her dress was torn apart. My clothes all over the place. What a crazy night. When she finished showering, I kissed her on the cheek and sent her back to her husbands room in my bathing robe.

Writing this makes me horny as hell again. This was seriously one of the craziest nights I ever had, and she once again set my inner demon free.

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