I got fucked by a bully

***Hi guys, Nina here back with another story. This story happened over the past few days and I was initially hesitant to write about it in fear of being judged and shamed more than I already am. But oh well, if you don’t like it, you don’t need to read it! :)***

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By now, you have a good idea of who I am. I’m 27 years old, born and raised in the great white North, with a Lebanese background and heritage. My husband and I have been married for about a year. Over the course of our marriage, I got extremely close with his friends, five guys who all took turns pounding me behind my husband’s back, sometimes simultaneously. My husband, who was initially unaware of the situation, finally came around when I confessed everything to him. I thought that this would lead to things settling down somewhat in our lives as everything was now out in the open. But I was wrong.

Let me back up for a moment. This all started a few days ago when my husband and I were out shopping for groceries. We had run into an old friend of his, a man named Josh who I had never met before. Josh is a tall, dark-haired white man, muscular and attractive.

“Hey, how are ya man? Long time, no see,” he said to my husband.

My husband looked perplexed and replied with a stone cold face, “Hey, Josh. Ya, long time indeed. This is my wife, Nina.”

“Nice to meet you,” I smiled.

“Nina, I’ve heard so much about you from Rod. He can’t shut up about you!” Josh said.

“Oh really…I hope they’re nice things,” I said with a smile.

“OF COURSE! A bit too nice, if I may say so myself,” he said with a grin.

*Did he know? Did Rodney tell him about our special arrangement? About how I slept with him and four of my husband’s other friends? No…he wouldn’t have. He wouldn’t do that to me.*

As if he was able to sense my discomfort, my husband said, “Josh, it was great to see you but we gotta run. See you ’round.”

“Yeah, for sure man,” Josh said to my husband with his eyes fixed on me. “I’ll link up with Rodney and we should all hang out again.”

We said goodbye as we started to go towards the cash register. “Who was that?” I asked.

“Just this guy we knew from university. Never really liked him, he’s just an ass,” my husband answered.

“Yeah, he seemed a bit creepy…what do you think he meant by what he said…do you think he knows about…well, you know,” I said.

“I don’t know. You’ll need to ask Rod about that,” he said.

I called Rodney later that night. “Hey Rodney, I met your friend Josh today. I had a question. Did you tell him about…us…about me?”

“Yeah, I might have mentioned it,” he replied.

“Why would you do that? I don’t want people knowing about this! What the fuck, Rodney! This is so embarrassing for me!” I said with a raised voice.

“You got nothing to be embarrassed about, girl. If anything, you should be proud! Josh was super impressed when I told him. In fact, he called me a while back to tell me he met you. He wants to hang out and wants you there too,” Rodney said.

“Well, I’ll hang out but I don’t really care to see him. My husband isn’t too fond of him either.”

“Well, of course he’s not,” Rodney said. “Those two have never gotten along. Anyways, you got nothing to worry about. Just chill and I’ll set something up with all of us.”

Rodney messaged the next morning asking for my husband and I to come over. Jamal and Alex were able to make it and so was Josh, but Ken and Nick were unavailable. My husband agreed and I started to get ready. I wore a cute black and white polka mini dress that was tight around my chest and stomach and loose at the bottom, and paired it with a black thong. We got to Rodney’s place where I greeted all the guys with a hug. Josh had his arms out for a hug too and I reluctantly gave him one. I really didn’t like this guy. Something about him just put me off. He just seemed like a total dick.

The six of us started drinking and talking as the night went on. Moments after, I got a text from Rodney to meet him in the bedroom. I agreed, but told him I was bringing my husband. We all got up at different times and made our way to the bedroom, leaving Alex, Jamal and Josh by themselves. My husband and I had been having a lot more sex lately and it was great. He was working really hard and doing his best to pleasure me as much as he could. I enjoyed these intimate moments with him and wanted to make an effort to include him whenever I had my fun with the boys.

I quickly undressed by taking my dress and thong off and got on my knees. I looked at Rodney’s and my husband’s cocks, side by side, their tips glistening with precum, both of them rock hard for me. I grabbed both their cocks and put them in my mouth one at a time, alternating my hand and mouth between them as I sucked and stroked them, warming them up for my pussy. My husband played with my hair, curling my locks around his fingers while Rodney was grazing my cheek and neck. When I felt they were both warmed up, I laid down on the bed, kissing my husband’s cock as I got up. He smiled at me as he put his cock in my pussy. Rodney hung his balls over my face as I took them in my mouth, stroking his cock while I did it.

My husband continued to fuck me from the edge of the bed. His technique had improved significantly and he was able to last much longer now. I didn’t know what he was doing differently, but whatever it was, it worked and I loved it! He and Rodney switched positions as I continued to sway in ecstasy.

Then, I noticed something from the corner of my eye. A figure, standing by the door. I turned my head. It was Josh and he had his phone out, pointed directly at me. He was recording us. I pushed Rodney away and immediately moved under the covers. Rodney and my husband got startled until they turned and saw Josh there. My husband lunged towards him trying to grab his phone. Josh quickly retreated his hand and put the phone in his pocket.

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!” my husband screamed. He was furious, ready to attack.

“Just wanna get in on the fun, boys!” Josh snickered.

Rodney held my husband back as he said, “Let’s all relax here. Josh, go downstairs. We’ll be right down.”

My husband and Rodney got dressed while I stayed under the sheets, furious and upset. *This guy is a fucking dickhead! How dare he! I’m going to rip him a new fucking asshole!*

My husband tossed me my dress and thong as I got dressed and met them downstairs. I sat between Rodney and my husband with my arms and legs crossed.

“What the fuck did you think you were doing,” my husband asked furiously?

“Look man,” started Josh. “I had heard about the…fun that you all have together. And I was curious. I wanted to see what all the fuss was about. Really, I’m sorry if I upset you. I was just trying to be included.”

“Well, you’re not,” my husband snapped back. “You’re not part of this. You’re not part of our group. I don’t like you. My wife doesn’t like you. And it’s up to me and her who she is involved with. You don’t get to just force your way in!”

“Gotcha,” Josh said with his evil, fucked up grin. “Look, I’ll even delete the video.” He held his phone up like he was demonstrating something, as I saw him delete the video off of his phone. “There…are we square?”

I couldn’t stay there any longer. I got up without uttering a word and walked towards the door. My husband followed behind as we went home, both of us furious and angry at Josh’s guts. When we got home, my husband and I decided to complete our unfinished business. We went to the bedroom and he fucked me hard, spraying his cum all over my breasts. We went to sleep peacefully that night.

The next morning I got a text from an unknown number. It read, “Hey Nina, it’s Josh. I wanted to apologize again for my behaviour last night. I was hoping I could make it up to you and your husband. You mind if I come over tonight…just for a bit?”

I showed my husband the text as I asked, “What should I say?”

“Let him come,” he said. “He sounds genuine.”

“Really? That sounds strange coming from you. I thought you hated him,” I said.

“Nah, hate is a strong word. That was all a long time ago. He’s really not that bad. Have him come over. We’ll do dinner.”

“If you say so,” I said as I texted Josh back asking him to come over for dinner. I cooked an easy pasta dinner and set the wine and drinks on the table as I went to get ready. I put on a sleeveless mini summer dress and a white thong. Josh arrived at 8 with a bottle of wine. I greeted him with a hug as I let him in. Josh and my husband shook hands as we all sat on the couch. The night went on and we all talked and had dinner. Josh wasn’t a terrible guy. He was easy to talk to and I was warming up to him. My husband seemed a lot more comfortable as well.

After dinner, we all went down to the basement. My husband brought out our hookah pipe which we lit up. I didn’t like hookah too much, despite my Middle Eastern background, but I was in the mood for it today. We passed the pipe around, smoking and taking in the fruity apple flavour of the hookah.

A few moments later, my husband got up and excused himself. When he came back he said to me, “Honey, I gotta run. My dad called, he’s not feeling well, I’m gonna go check up on him.”

“Oh no. Is he okay? What happened? I’ll come with you,” I said.

“No no, it’s all good. I’ll handle it. I’ll let you know how he’s doing when I get there. Keep Josh company, I’ll hopefully be back in a couple hours.”

I hesitated but agreed. Josh was a nice guy, but I barely knew him. Being alone with him was an awkward situation. My husband left and apologized to Josh for bailing. It was just me and him left. Josh and I continued to make small talk while passing the hookah pipe back and forth. It was getting cumbersome to keep passing it back, so I moved and sat beside him on the same couch. We continued our conversation as I replaced the coal on the hookah pipe.

I had a couple more drinks and felt my buzz getting stronger. Then something happened. Josh put his hand on my leg. I was taken aback, but against my better judgement, I let him continue. His hand was on my knee and so I didn’t think much of it as I continued the conversation. I knocked back another drink, enjoying the hookah smoke surrounding us. Josh moved his hand up my leg, this time resting on my thigh as he began to lightly stroke my leg with his fingers. It felt nice. No harm in this, right? I was a lot more comfortable around him and didn’t mind what he was doing.

Then he moved his hand higher to the hem of my dress, moving it up slightly. I looked at him as I bit my lip and felt goosebumps emerge on my leg. It was happening. I was getting into that mood of mine. That mood where I lose all self control, all sense of right or wrong, where my judgement gets cloudier than a rainy day. My wide eyes looked at Josh, as he ogled at my body, my naked arms and legs, as if he was able to sense my sudden desire. He moved his face closer, his lips an inch away from mine. We stayed that way for a few seconds, our lips slightly apart. Then I made up for the gap as I put my lips on his. He kissed me back, softly at first, then firming up. He grabbed the back of my head, his hand still on my leg as he pulled me closer to his face. I felt myself lose control as I lifted myself up from the couch and sat on top of him, lightly grinding my damp pussy on the bulge in his pants as we continued to kiss passionately and intensely.

I started to unbutton his shirt as he loosened the straps on my dress and pulled it down, exposing my naked breasts. I started kissing his chiseled chest, biting it playfully as I ran my fingers and lips all of his body. He navigated his fingers to my breasts, tugging and pulling them as I whimpered in pain. The waterworks had started as my pussy started to leak on to his pants, leaving a dark wet spot of my pussy juice. He sensed my eagerness as he got me up and helped me take my dress off. I stood there naked and bare in front of this guy who my husband and I both hated 24 hours ago.

“Bend over,” he commanded. I did as he said. He moved his face towards my ass cheeks and started to kiss them softly all over as he ran his fingers up and down the middle, from my asshole to my pussy and back. Then he used his hands to spread my ass cheeks wide as he pushed his face in between my cheeks, licking my crack up and down. I was shocked and taken aback but was enjoying it too much. His thick, wet tongue lathered every inch of the space between my butt cheeks, moistening it as it glistened with his saliva. Then, he spread me wider as I felt his tongue go inside my asshole.

“OHHHH YEAHHHHH,” I screamed as I took in this brand new pleasure. He continued to tongue fuck my asshole, sliding his tongue as deep as possible in my tiny little hole. His fingers navigated to my pussy as he slid 2 fingers inside, going in and out harder and faster. I continued to moan and scream in pleasure as Josh continued to play with my body. I got up and decided to return the favour, unzipping his pants to take his cock in my mouth. He was massive, as big as Rodney. His dick was scary and intimidating and looked hungry for my tight pussy. I took Josh’s massive cock and put it in my mouth, licking it up and down and taking it down my throat, gagging as I did it.

I felt amazing and excited as this was the first new cock I had since the boys. But it got even better. Even kinkier. Josh bent me over the sofa arm rest and pulled my arms back. He picked up his shirt and used the sleeves to tie my hands together. Then we walked over to where my thong was and brought it near my mouth. I willingly opened my mouth as he put the wet thong inside, gagging me. Josh walked behind me and undressed, standing completely naked behind me as I was tied up and gagged. He then picked up his belt off of the ground. I moaned in anticipation. He slid the thick leather belt all over my body, my back, my legs, my ass and my pussy.

Then he did it…*SMACK* I let out a pleasurable moan as he whipped the belt on the back of my leg. *SMACK* He whipped me higher, just below my ass cheek. I screamed as the pleasure outpaced the pain. *SMACK* He whipped my right ass cheek. *SMACK* My left ass cheek. I felt tears well up in my eyes but I didn’t want it to stop. He was whipping me hard enough, but not so hard that it wasn’t enjoyable. I looked back at him, my eyes wide.

“Oh, you want more?” he asked.

“Mmm hmm,” I mumbled as I nodded, gagged and tied up. He kept whipping different areas of my body, my back, my arms and my legs. But most of his efforts were focused on my ass, as it became crimson red from the punishment. When I had enough, he took the belt and tied it around my neck, as he took my thong out of my mouth and untied my hands.

“You’re my bitch now, you understand,” he said menacingly. I nodded in agreement. “Bark for me.”

“Woof,” I said quietly.

“Louder!” he said.

“WOOF WOOF,” I barked back in my soft voice. “Woof…woof…mmmhmm…wooof…woof daddy…woof woof.”

He started pulling on the belt and walking. I crawled behind him on all fours as he walked from one end of the basement to the other, pulling on my leash. He was walking me like I was his bitch. My pussy was hot and wet from the excitement, the humiliation, the bullying. That’s what he was doing. He was bullying me. He probably bullied my husband back in school which is why my husband hated him so much. But I had the opposite reaction. I was enjoying every second of his bullying.

After a few moments of walking me around, he took me back to the sofa where he bent me over. He kept my leash tight around my neck and stood behind me. Then he did it. He pushed his cock deep into my pussy without warning.I screamed hard, “OH YES, DADDY!”

“No words. You’re a bitch, remember?”

“WOOF WOOF WOOF,” I barked back playfully. He pulled on the belt, choking me slightly as he continued to pound my pussy hard and without mercy, as if he was punishing me for his hatred towards my husband, bullying me like he bullied him. His monster cock was ripping and grinding through my vagina, expanding it with each stroke, as I took every inch of him in my itty bitty pussy hole. “Woof woof.” I kept on barking for him, to make my owner happy, to make him proud. And I could tell he was proud. He kept on fucking me harder and harder, deeper and deeper. My body was sweating, my pussy was leaking and my asshole still damp from when he licked inside. I came twice as I kept getting bullied by Josh.

Then he took his cock out and turned me around. My back was resting on the arm rest, my pink nipples perked up for him as he tugged on his cock. His cum shot out of him, as if in slow motion, straight towards my face, coating my lips, nose, ears and cheeks. I closed my eyes to keep the cum out as I wiped it away with my arm. Josh undid the belt off of my neck and walked over to my dress. He kept his eyes fixated on me as I looked back at him, naked, trembling and covered in his sweet white cum. We didn’t say a word to each other. He picked up the dress, wiped his cock with it, and threw it back on the ground. He quickly got dressed, turned and started to walk away.

“Where are you going,” I called. He didn’t answer. He went back upstairs and I heard the front door open and close. He left. Left me here alone, naked, covered in cum, humiliated, bullied, but thoroughly satisfied. This was the most unique sexual experience I had ever had.

My husband texted me and said that my father in law was okay and just had a minor scare. He was on his way home. I quickly cleaned up before he arrived. I wasn’t really sure how to tell him about what had happened. I decided to keep it to myself for now and talk to him tomorrow morning when he would be less exhausted from looking after his dad.

The next morning, I gave my father in law a call to check up on him. I had a decent relationship with my in laws. We didn’t talk often, but we would always be pleasant and cordial with one another whenever we would meet.

“Hi dad, how are you?” I asked him.

“I’m good, honey. I miss you, it’s been a while,” he said.

“Yeah, I’m just calling to check up on you, see how you’re doing. I heard you weren’t doin’ so well last night,” I said with a note of concern in my voice.

He was surprised. “Me? What do you mean? I’m absolutely fine.”

I explained to my father in law about last night, how my husband told me he wasn’t doing well and went to go see him.

“Honey, I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m absolutely fine. I didn’t see my son yesterday,” he said. I went silent. My father in law sensed my discomfort as he said, “Honey, you okay? Is everything all right between you two.”

I didn’t want to worry him so I said, “Oh yeah, for sure. Sorry, I got confused, probably misheard him or something.” I continued to make small talk with my father in law for a couple more minutes before hanging up. My husband came downstairs sometime later for breakfast. I stayed silent as I studied him, watching his every move. My husband lied to me. He lied to me about his father being ill and going to see him. But why? Why would he do this? He never lies…he is always truthful. What was he hiding? I quietly ate my breakfast and sipped on my coffee as I continued to think of all the possibilities.

***- Nina***

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