I[F] spent the night with my husband’s high-school bully[M], again, and I couldn’t walk straight afterwards

Like I said before, I gave my husband the same “all nighter” excuse again, while clocking out at a normal time and going over to his bully’s place in the city. I made my last post a day early, losing track of the day in a lust-filled anticipation. I was curious as to what mood it’d be this time, if it’d be the passionate one like in the hotel, or the degrading one of the first all-nighter, and I’d get my answer Friday after lunch. When I returned from lunch I found a box on my desk, with a note, “I expect you to be wearing this when you come over later, I’ll be checking 😉”. What was in the box was a decently sized metallic butt plug, which I reluctantly put in on my way out to his place (there were a few bumps in the road in which I was close to cumming right there in the car)

When I got to his place, the mood was different right when I opened the door. While before it had been welcoming, with him finishing up cooking, this time it was quiet, and there was another box & note right as I came in the door. This box contained a leather strap bondage harness and the note said to change right there and go to the living room. I debated for a second just leaving, but then remembered I already had the plug in me. The leather was cold on my skin as I slipped into it, leaving my clothes in a neat pile by the door. When I walked into the living room James was standing there, already naked, cock fully erect, and had me come closer so he could admire my body in the light. Being ordered around like that, like a toy, a piece of meat, admittedly got me more than a little wet down there, so I obeyed like a good girl, even when he had me bend over so he could see if I was wearing the butt plug. He took his time checking, though I think he was a little distracted when he noticed how wet I was already. I can guess this because when he bent down to look he let out a little chuckle. All he said was “good girl” before pushing me back onto the couch.

James dove down between my legs and began to feast like he does all too well, and it wasn’t long before he had me squirming underneath his mouth. When he’d do this before he’d rile me up, make me cum, and then back off for a bit, letting me enjoy the climax (and so he could enjoy me writhing around while I did). This time was different, when he felt me cumming, he just kept going, and going, and going, to the point where I couldn’t see straight. I was spasming and moaning, bucking my hips up, trying to get his mouth away from my overly sensitive clit, but he kept me pinned with his big, strong arms, and kept going. Drew and his entire family could have walked in and I wouldn’t have noticed, I was seeing stars. I lost track of time and how long he kept going at me like that, but eventually he stopped and let me go, slumping down on the couch in an orgasmic mess. I might have passed out at this point, it’s a bit unclear, my eyes were closed, but when I did open them again he was standing there, glaring at me with a bit shit-eating grin on his face. A face that was glistening, covered in my juices, which he was licking off of his lips.

I tried to ask for a minute to try and come to my senses, and maybe remember my own name, but he just stepped forward and said “No”, grabbing me by the back of my head and moving my mouth up to his cock, still rock hard, and now glistening with a bit of precum that was leaking out of it. I had enough senses back to go into autopilot, which dictates that when there’s a big beautiful cock in front of me, I suck it. When I regained a bit more of my senses, I started upping my game on his cock, playing with his head with my tongue, licking up the entirety of the shaft and playing with his balls. My goal was to return the favor, but he had other ideas. When I felt him get close, he pulled back and pulled his cock out of my mouth. Me being in an almost primal state reached for his cock to try and finish it off, but he grabbed my hand to stop me. “It’s only fair I return the favor” I said, but he replied “Not yet”

James pulled up onto my jello legs and moved me onto the ottoman on my back. I vaguely remember asking him to be careful, that I was still extremely sensitive after his previous assault, but if I did, he didn’t care. In one forceful stroke he buried himself entirely in me, stretching me out. What came next was what one could consider the pace of a jackhammer. Rapid fire thrusts, repeatedly, and an insane speed, each time bottoming out, and his balls slapping up against the plug still inside me. He held onto my legs and fucked me like he was trying to permanently stretch me out. I remember trying to say something, but I’m sure that if anything came out, it was just moans and grunts. Considering how sensitive I already was down there, it didn’t take long for him to coax another couple mind-blowing orgasms out of me. I guess he couldn’t keep that pace up forever, because he eventually stopped and gave me a minute to catch my breath, and let my senses come back to me. He sat back on the couch, his cock glistening with my juices, still rock hard, and decided to use the time to taunt me.

“Look at you, you put on this tough-but-sweet exterior at work, and it works there for the most part. They believe it, the no nonsense lawyer with a loving husband at home. But you’re not home, you’re here, on my ottoman, a disheveled mess, leaking your juices all over my furniture. You thought you could put your whorish past behind you, but eventually it always catches up with you. In this case, and many more like it, that’s me.”

I just sat there and took in what he said, and while I didn’t say anything, I was agreeing with him.

“For now however, come hop on, your turn to get a work out.” He said, grabbing his cock and shaking it a bit, as if to grab my attention. I was too worn out to say anything, so I just hoped on like a good little slut. I took my time, trying to savor every inch as I rode him, trying to set a slower pace in hopes to coax him into finally cumming. I was even leaning down and letting my breasts bounce around in his face, hoping he’d at least reach out and grab them. What I didn’t count on was me getting close to yet another orgasm myself, which James seemed to pick up on.

“See, look at yourself, I give you a chance to makes me cum, but you just can’t help yourself, you’re too much of a whore to pass up an opportunity to cum.”

I kept up my pace, but now I was leaning in enough to grind my clit against him to get off even sooner.

“You should really see yourself when you cum, it’s kinda adorable. Here, let me show you” he said as he grabbed me and led me in front off a mirror. He managed to get me to balance on my wobbly feet (with my arms out bracing myself against the mirror) and went back to fucking me. His pace was still relentless, grabbing my waist and pulling me back onto his dock, using me like I was nothing more than a toy. It didn’t take long for him to get me back on the edge, and when I was close he grabbed my hair and pulled my head back so I could see myself in the mirror.

“See, look at yourself. Mouth agape, starting to droll a little bit there, and your face is red as a beet. I bet Drew doesn’t get you this worked up, does he?” The thought of Drew seeing me like this threw me over the edge and I not only squirted, but my legs gave out, and I fell down on the ground. It took a moment to regain my train of thought, and when I did it dawned on me just how far down this rabbit hole I was going.

“Listen, this has been great and all, but I think I’d like a minute”

“Sure” he replied “it’ll take me a minute to find them, then we can get on to the main course”

All I heard was the ‘sure’, but by the time I registered the rest of it, he was back and was putting something on my wrists. Then it was something around my ankles. When I tried to move my arm I realized he was going to get some nice leather cuffs, and bound my ankles to my wrists. James then brought my gaze up to meet his and told me “times up” as he pushed, more like tossed, me back onto the ottoman. He took a second to admire my position, before he went to remove the plug that had somehow stayed in there this whole time. Whatever relief I had when he removed it was soon replaced by the pain of his cock exploring the depths of my gaping ass. Yes, it was painful at first, not only because of its size, but because he started going full throttle. He moved his feet into a better position and grabbed my neck in order to get in the perfect position to destroy my ass, which is what he proceeded to do. I don’t know how long we were like this, it was a bit of a blur, but he eventually stopped and whispered in my ear again.

“See, this is where you belong, not at home with Drew, but in someone else’s home, with a much bigger cock, buried in your ass. You should see yourself like this.”

With that he picked me up and rearranged us so that he was seated on the ottoman, and I was riding him, but faced away, so I could see myself in the mirror. Once we were situated, he continued his assault on my ass, and this time I could see myself. I was lost in a daze, it was oddly erotic to see this whore in the mirror, wearing such a whorish getup, bound, getting her asshole fucked so thoroughly, then realize that the whore is me. Eventually the pain of James’s assault gave away, and was being replaced with 10x the pleasure, and he could tell.

“You’re loving this, aren’t you?” He asked rhetorically “You can’t lie to me, I can feel your ass clenching my cock, you love this. You’re nothing but a slut for big cocks up your slut ass”

Just like that, like a switch was flipped, the pain was gone, and the pleasure was building at an unfathomable rate, to the point I threw my head back and exclaimed

“YES!!! I’m nothing but a filthy slut. I’m your filthy slut. Now fuck my slutty ass”

This seemed to incense him, as in one motion he grabbed me, threw me back down on the ottoman, and tilted me head to the side so I could see as he continued his frantic pace. I remember trying to keep up the dirty talk, trying to tell him to fuck my ass, that it was his ass now, but I’m also pretty sure all that came out was a series of moans and grunts. His pace became soon became erratic, and before I knew it he was filling my ass with cum, each throb of his cock accompanied by him thrusting it as deep into my ass as he could. When he was finally spent, after what felt like an eternity of him cumming in my ass, he unsheathed his cock from and fell back on the couch. I don’t know how long I spent laying there, but eventually I came to my senses and asked him if he could unlock the cuffs, which he happily obliged. Before he let me up though, he had one condition, put the plug back in “so I wouldn’t leak cum on the carpet”. I obliged, but couldn’t help but notice how much looser it felt as I made my way to his bathroom.

When I looked in the mirror, I almost didn’t recognize myself. Hair disheveled, eyes bloodshot, drool running down my chin, both holes red and thoroughly used, and all in a slutty bondage harness to top it all off. When I removed the plug there was so much cum that came out, I’m almost glad he unloaded in there, as if he had done so in my pussy, I’d probably be pregnant, and if he had done so in my mouth, I probably would have drowned. When I came back out James had put some pants on and was cleaning up. He ordered some Chinese for us, and made me answer the door still wearing the harness, probably made that delivery guy’s evening. We oddly enough just spent most of the evening talking, little bit about work, little bit about our plans for the holidays, the fact that he now owned my ass, you know, small talk. I told him how Drew didn’t like anal, so it wasn’t too much of a loss anyway. He said that was a shame, because I had “such a perfect ass”. I gave him a look, he gave me a look, and he picked me up over his shoulder and carried me to bed, where we fucked some more. A lot less “degrading” (though I was still in the harness, he really loved that), and more tender since I was still sore. He came in my ass 2 more times before we passed out.

When I woke up in the morning, he was already up and made breakfast. We showered together, and I might have gotten a little frisky with him in there. Ok, I blew him, and he gave me a nice “protein boost” for my trouble. We talked a bit more about work stuff and I left. It was only after I got back in my car and was heading home when I realized just how sore my ass really was. I was sore all weekend, to the point when Drew wanted to get frisky last night I had to fake a headache. When I got in to work today, I was greeted by another “mysterious” box, though this time there wasn’t anything sexual in it, just one of those inflatable doughnuts to sit on, which was appreciated. I texted James thanks, which he replied with

“Figured it was the least I could do. Feel free to keep it too, I have a feeling you’ll need it again soon 😉”

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