She was laying on the floor, her face cold against it. Her hair pulled as he was ready to ram inside her. “I shouldn’t do this” she said to herself. “This is the last time”, she thought. She knew she was lying. She always came back. He didn’t even need to chase her, just wait. Wait for her desperation. Wait for her hypocrisy. For her guilt. He didn’t really wait, he just found someone else to have fun while she was convncing herself that everything she did for him was beneath her. That she didn’t love everything he did to her. That she was more than just a girl who always gets carried and can’t think straight when she’s full of lust.
She always deleted his number from her phone but couldn’t forget it. She visited her friends more, they would never suspect what she was willing to do for a man. Not her. Strong, independent. Yes, strong and independent and still wanted to be used. Strong and independent and still weak in the knees for a man who would fuck her properly, who would make her exhausted, who could toss her around and take whatever he wanted from her. One who could make her muscles sore so she would remember him with every movement she made the next day. What would they think of her? They’d gossip, obviously as they always did when they found out something about any woman they knew. Would they envy her? Did they wanted the same things as her? She knew she did those things and felt that way, it made her all wet to hear the details and hoping it was her and that’s usually when she gave in and called him again. Strong and independent…and married.
“Crawling back?” That was his first reply, not even a hello. She tried to act with dignity but they both knew what would happen “No, I’m not crawling back, fuck I shouldn’t have texted you”. He continued “Already tired of your husband’s cock?” She blushed. “Tell me what you are”. She bit her lip and didn’t reply immediately. “I’m not saying that. Not again”, she answered. He ignored her. “You’re an asshole”, she wrote. “Don’t make me say it.”. Sent. No answer. “Plase, don’t make me say it”. She waited. Squirming, pressing her legs together. She was in a coffee shop. People all around her. She looked down. Nothing. “I’m a cheating little whore”. She looked at the words. She hated how much she liked doing what he wanted. “I’m a needy slut”. Sent. He smirked as soon as he saw it.
He sent her a hotel name and a room number. “Be there in 30min. Knock on the door and kneel”. He didn’t care if she had other things to do. He never did. She had to run errands, get some groceries, her husband asked her to pick up some documents, a dentist appointment. Her day was full. “Ok, I’ll be there”. It didn’t matter. Her friends would hate her if they found out. All those times talking about how a woman should never belittle herself for a man, how porn was so horrible and degrading for girls, judging every woman they found out did something they didn’t approve and now she was hurrying as much as she could to do almost everything before going to him.
She checked the time. Quickly finnished her coffee and left in a hurry. Unexpected. She was not wearing anything particularly sexy. Slacks, a button up blouse, not even matching underwear. She almost stopped to buy something for him but she would be late and he disliked that, might not even open the door for her. It happened before. Once. She arrived late to the parking lot he would be picking her up and he had already left. She had to remain there, wearing her sluttiest outfit under a coat and uber back home, hiding from her husband to change to normal clothes. Never late again. She did all she could and would find an excuse for everything else.
She entered the hotel and scurried through the halls in order to get to the room. 2 minutes early. He would like that. She tapped on the door and knelt looking down. She was breathing hard. Fidgeting with her fingers. She looked left and right and saw a person walking in her direction, watching her as they passed by her. Judging. She turned red and went back to look at the floor. Then he opened the door. She was about to stand up when he grabbed her hair and made her crawl inside. He lifted her up with his arms and threw her on the bed where he swiftly groped her as he undressed her tearing her thong apart and leaving just a messy blouse and a torn bra on her. He grazed his fingers through her thighs as he whispered in her ear “I knew you would crawl back to me, little slut”. He began teasing, sliding his finger along her slit. She began whimpering. “you are already wet. What are you?” he asked her. “I’m a cheating whore” she mumbled and he began slowly circling her clit. “I saw your facebook posts, little slut” he told her. “Not very smart to add me as a friend where I can see all the bullshit you want everyone to believe while I know you are just a needy cunt in heat”. She moaned. “I saw the pictures with your friends and how you play happy family, how you brag about your carreer” he continued while pinching her nipple. “at the end of the day, what are you?” He asked her again. “I’m horny little slut”, she replied, almost unable to speak.
He stepped away and positioned himself in front of her. His cock was hard and she noticed. His trousers were too tight when he got like that. She dragged herself closer to him and looked up. Her big eyes begging him. She unbuckled him and let him out with a gasp. It had been too long and she needed him inside her. Why did she feel this way for him? “May I?” She asked meekly. “Slowly”, he told her. She lapped the tip, her hand grabbed his shaft and moved slowly as she kept lapping, tasting him. He growled and grabbed the back of her neck. She licked all of his lenght before taking the head in her mouth. She was never prepared for how thick he felt between her lips. She opened wide and sucked slowly. He groaned loudly. She worshipped his cock slowly, letting him guide her when to take it further down, realising to catch a breath and savor his balls before going back to his cock. “I fucked one of your friends while you were acting all dignified, little slut”. She hated knowing that, but she couldn’t stop. “Who?” she urged him to tell her as she was stroking him again. “Oh, I’m not going to tell you, little slut. I might call her and tell her to join us, I’m sure she would drop everything just like you”, he mocked her. “I know you will do whatever you want…but please…don’t” she pleaded before he pushed deep inside her throat staying there, making it hard for her to breathe. Her legs wiggled. Her eyes became watery. She reached to play with her clit. She loved it. He pulled out and she took a deep breath. “She’s already here” he whispered in her ear.
He turned her around and opened the closet door. One of her married neighbors was there. They both had gossiped about others. Her friend had a long term boyfriend, a friend of her husband. Her friend was fucking herself with a dildo while he was using her. She had told him this was one of her fantasies and never suspected he’d go through with it. “You are such a hypocritical bitch” Her friend told her. He pushed her down, her face on the cold floor in front of her friend, he pulled her hair to make them look at each other as he was getting ready to ram inside her. He felt him stretching her wet and tight pussy. She moaned loud. Her friend moved the dildo faster. He thrust deep and slowly started to fuck and fuck and fuck. Finding his rythm. Using her. She whimpered and whined and groaned. His guttural sounds reminded her of an animal. After a few minutes he pushed with more strenght. He wanted her to feel every inch, to make her a quivering mess on the floor. He called her a whore and a slut and a cunt. And she agreed with every word. She begged him to use her, to fill her, she begged him for his cum. And he fucked harder and harder and harder before exploding inside her. She even forgot about the friend and didn’t notice the orgasm she had moments before her.
He stood up and signaled the friend who knelt and licked the cum dripping out of her pussy. “May I be next?” Her friend asked him. She collpased on the floor and he lifted her to the bed. “Yes” he replied. “We’re fucking on top of her. It’s going to be a long afternoon, you better think of something to tell your partners” He told them as he was drinking a glass of water, getting ready to keep going.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/o5ym4e/hypocritical_friend_mff_cheating_maledom