Escape The Mausoleum

A negelected wife finds an escape from the Mausoleum of a home

The bedroom of their Federal Hill rowhouse felt like a mausoleum. Linda lay naked beneath the silk sheets, her body practically vibrating with a pent-up, agonizing need. Beside her, Dennis calmly turned the page of his book.
She slid her hand under the covers, tracing a path up his thigh. Dennis sighed, a quiet sound of annoyance, and caught her wrist. "Linda, please. I'm tired, and I have an early meeting."
He didn't even look at her. He just moved her hand away, turned off his lamp, and rolled over.
Linda stared at the ceiling in the dark, her chest tight, a dull ache throbbing between her legs. It had been three years since Dennis had fucked her. Three years of sterile pecks on the cheek. She was thirty-six, her body in its absolute prime. Her thick, dark brown hair tumbled down to the middle of her back, framing a face dominated by bright, striking green eyes. She worked out religiously, keeping her figure incredibly fit, boasting a perfectly round, tight ass and a flat stomach. Above it all, her heavy, naturally large tits strained against her silk nightgown, aching for attention. Her libido was peaking, and yet she was trapped in a desert, her pussy aching and weeping for a touch that never came.
She couldn't take it anymore.
The next afternoon, a cold rain blew off the Patapsco River, blurring the docked ships and neon signs of the Inner Harbor. Linda barely noticed the chill as she practically ran up the wet iron steps to Julian’s photography studio, a converted industrial loft just a few blocks from the water. She had met him a month ago for a photoshoot, and the raw, carnal way his eyes had stripped her bare had haunted her ever since.
She banged on the heavy metal door. Julian yanked it open. He was in a faded t-shirt and jeans, his dark hair messy. He took one look at her flushed face, her bright green eyes blazing with raw need, and the heavy, ragged way she was breathing, and he knew.
He didn’t say a word. He grabbed the front of her wet trench coat, yanked her inside, and slammed the door behind them, shutting out the rainy Baltimore skyline.
Before Linda could even gasp, he shoved her hard against the steel door. His mouth crushed down on hers, aggressive and wet. His tongue pushed past her lips, tasting of black coffee and dominance. Linda let out a desperate, whimpering moan, her hands tangling in his hair.
Julian’s hands were rough as he tore the coat from her shoulders, letting it drop. He didn't bother unbuttoning her silk blouse; he just gripped the fabric and ripped it open, the buttons popping and scattering across the floor. He shoved her bra up, exposing her large, eager breasts to the cool air of the studio.
"Fuck," Julian growled, staring at her hard, dark nipples. He leaned down and took one into his mouth, sucking hard, biting down just enough to make Linda cry out.
His hand slid under her skirt, bypassing her firm thighs and grabbing a handful of her silk panties. He didn't wait. He shoved the fabric aside and drove two thick fingers straight into her.
Linda’s knees buckled. She was so wet she was dripping, her juices soaking his fingers instantly.
"Look at you," Julian sneered against her neck, pumping his fingers in and out of her slick, tight pussy. His thumb found her swollen clit, rubbing it mercilessly. "Starved for it. Fucking soaking wet before I even touched you."
"Please," Linda begged, her hips shamelessly grinding against his hand. "Julian, please, I need it. I need you."
He withdrew his fingers, letting the slick sound echo in the room. He dropped to his knees in front of her. Grabbing her hips, he pulled her forward and buried his face between her legs.
Linda threw her head back against the door, screaming his name as his hot, wet tongue lapped directly over her clitoris. He devoured her, sucking her folds, plunging his tongue deep inside her dripping hole before returning to relentlessly flick her clit. It was an assault of pure pleasure. Linda’s hands clutched his shoulders, her legs trembling violently as he drank down her juices.
Before she could climax, he pulled back and stood up, his eyes dark with lust. He shoved his jeans and boxers down, kicking them aside. His cock sprang free—thick, heavy, and throbbing, a drop of pre-cum glistening at the broad tip.
Linda stared at it, her mouth watering. Driven by three years of agonizing starvation, she didn't hesitate. She sank to her knees right there on the hard floor. She looked up at him, her bright green eyes dark with devotion and raw need, before leaning forward and dragging her tongue up the thick vein on the underside of his shaft.
Julian hissed, his hands instantly tangling in the long, dark brown hair spilling down her back. "Fuck... Linda."
She opened her mouth and took the head of his cock past her lips, swirling her tongue around the sensitive ridge before swallowing him deeper. It felt incredible. The heat of him, the taste of his musk and salty pre-cum—it was a feast. She bobbed her head, taking him as deep into her throat as she could manage, gagging softly as his thick meat stretched her.
"That's it," Julian groaned, his fingers tightening in her hair to control her rhythm. He stared down at her, his eyes blazing with a dark, filthy heat. "Look at you... a beautiful, married woman on her knees like a desperate little slut. Is this what you've been begging for while he ignores you?"
Linda pulled back just a fraction, spitting the head of his cock out so she could look up at him. Her green eyes were glazed with absolute obsession, a string of spit connecting her bruised lips to his heavy tip. "It's so big, Julian," she whimpered, her thumb stroking the underside of his shaft. "It's so much bigger and better than Dennis's. He could never fill my mouth like this. I only want yours."
"Your husband is a fucking idiot," Julian sneered, his hips snapping forward, forcing his cock deep into her throat. Linda gagged beautifully, taking it all. "Leaving a mouth like this empty for three years. Does he know what a hungry little cock-sucker he has at home? Does he know his polite, boring wife is on her knees in a dirty studio, gagging on a cock twice his size?"
Linda hummed a muffled, eager agreement around his thick shaft, her eyes fluttering shut as she sucked him harder.
"Tell me," Julian demanded, pulling his hips back just enough to slap his wet meat against her lips. "Whose cock is this? Are you my personal little whore?"
"Yours," Linda gasped, spit and pre-cum dripping down her chin. "I'm yours, Julian."
"Show me how starved you are, then. Open your throat for another man's cock. That's it... take it all. Let me feel how pathetic and needy you are for it."
Linda eagerly obeyed, fueled by his degrading praise. She wrapped her hands around the base of his shaft and cupped his heavy balls, slurping and sucking with a loud, sloppy enthusiasm. She wanted to consume him.
"Fuck, yes," Julian cursed, his voice a filthy rasp. "Drain my balls. Suck it like your life depends on it..."
Suddenly, Julian gripped her hair tight and pulled his cock from her mouth with a wet pop. He was panting, his eyes wild.
"Get up," he ordered, his voice thick with need. "I need to be inside you. Now."
Linda scrambled to her feet, desperate and submissive. Julian spun her around, shoving her face-first against the heavy steel door.
"Put your hands flat on the metal. Spread your legs."
Linda obeyed instantly, parting her thighs wide. Her skirt was hiked up around her waist, her bare, dripping pussy completely exposed to him, her nice, perfectly shaped ass presented like an offering.
Julian stepped up behind her. He grabbed her hips, aligning the wet, spit-slicked head of his cock with her dripping opening. He didn't tease her. He gripped her waist and drove his hips forward, burying his entire length deep inside her in one brutal, tearing thrust.
"Ahhh! Fuck!" Linda screamed, her fingernails scraping against the steel door. She felt stretched, incredibly full, the thick meat of him hitting deep against her cervix.
"God, you are so fucking tight," Julian groaned, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back into her.
He set a punishing, relentless pace. The wet, heavy sound of his hips slapping against her ass echoed loudly through the studio. Every deep thrust shoved Linda against the door, shattering the last fragments of her polite, rigid life. She didn't want to think anymore; she didn't want to be the dutiful, ignored wife. She wanted to surrender completely. With every brutal plunge of his hips, she let go, allowing her consciousness to dissolve into a puddle of pure, animalistic instinct. She gave him her body, her dignity, her absolute submission, reducing her entirely to the heavy friction of his cock and the bruising grip of his hands.
"Take it," Julian grunted, his fingers digging into her hips. "Take my fucking cock."
"Yes! Fuck, yes!" Linda sobbed, pushing back against him, her voice raw and completely stripped of shame. "Ruin me, Julian! Fuck my pathetic, starved pussy!"
"Tell me what you are," he demanded, slapping his pelvis hard against her ass.
"I'm your slut!" she screamed, her head rolling back against the steel door as she mindlessly chased the pleasure. "I'm your fucking whore! Oh god, your cock is so massive! It's so much better than my husband's! He could never fill me up like this! Stretch me out! Fuck me so hard I forget his name!"
"Good girl," he snarled, punishing her with a thrust that made her see stars.
He reached a hand around to her front, slipping his fingers through her wet folds to pinch and roll her clit as he pounded her from behind. The combination of the deep, stretching penetration and the direct friction on her clit pushed Linda right to the edge of sanity.
"I'm going to cum," she shrieked, her body thrashing against the door, her inner muscles clenching wildly around his thick shaft. "Julian, I'm cumming! Use my body!"
"Cum for me," he roared, fucking her faster, harder, a blur of meat and sweat. "Squeeze my cock!"
Linda’s world shattered. She screamed, her pelvic floor bearing down in violent, milking spasms. She came impossibly hard, gushing wetness all over his cock, her brain totally short-circuiting in the white-hot bliss of her surrender. The tight, pulsing grip of her climax tipped Julian over the edge.
With a loud, guttural shout, he grabbed her long brown hair, pulled her head back, and drove himself as deep as he could go. He held her pinned against the door as his hips spasmed, shooting thick, hot ropes of his semen deep into her aching womb. He emptied himself into her, filling her.
He held her there for a few moments, his heavy breaths hot against her neck. Then, he stepped back. His cock slipped free with a wet, heavy sound, the thick shaft gleaming with a messy, slick combination of her soaked juices and the cream he had just pumped into her.
"Get back on your knees," Julian commanded, his voice still ragged. "Clean my cock."
Linda obeyed instantly, dropping her bruised knees back down to the hard floor. She looked up at his messy, throbbing length, the sight sending a fresh jolt of electricity straight to her core. She leaned forward and wrapped her lips around the broad head, her tongue swirling out to lick away the slick, salty evidence of his climax.
"God, yes," she muffled against his skin, sucking him deeply. "I want to taste it all."
"Do you like that?" Julian asked, his voice a nasty, degrading whisper as he stared down at her, his hands resting heavily on her head. "Do you like tasting your own wetness on my meat? Knowing I just stretched out your ignored little pussy?"
She bobbed her head, humming in desperate confirmation, her bright green eyes looking up at him as her tongue lapped up a thick strand of cum from his vein. Under her eager, worshipful mouth, Julian’s cock barely had time to soften before it surged back to full, rigid life.
"Are you going to go back to your pathetic husband tonight and kiss him with my taste still in your mouth?" Julian asked, his hips starting to snap forward again, steadily fucking her face. "Are you going to smile at Dennis while you're dripping my cum onto his sheets?"
"Yes," she whimpered around his thick shaft, completely surrendering to his dirty words. "Yes, Julian, I will."
"Fuck, Linda. You're going to drain me dry," he groaned, his fingers tangling roughly in her hair. "Open your throat... I'm going to cum again."
"Please," she begged, her lips smacking wetly as she slurped and sucked with absolute desperation. "Give it to me. Fill my mouth."
With a guttural shout, Julian’s hips snapped forward, forcing his length deep into the back of her throat. Linda stayed perfectly still, throwing her head back to take it all as a second, thick wave of his hot semen erupted directly onto her tongue. She gagged beautifully, her throat working in eager, rhythmic swallows to drink down every heavy, salty drop he shot into her.
"Swallow it all, you dirty little slut," he panted, his body trembling.
Linda gulped it down, but she didn't pull away. Fueled by a feral, insatiable hunger, she kept her lips sealed tight around his base. She sucked him violently hard, her head bobbing furiously as she swirled her tongue over the hyper-sensitive ridge, milking him without mercy. She pulled at him like a vacuum, aggressively drawing out every last drop.
Julian gasped, his hands clamping down on her shoulders. Under the relentless, wet pull of her mouth, his cock didn't stand a chance of softening. The extreme stimulation sent fresh jolts of electricity straight to his groin, and within seconds, his meat surged and swelled right back to absolute, rock-hard rigidity against her tongue.
"Fuck, Linda," he snarled, a dangerous new heat flaring in his eyes as he gripped a fistful of her dark hair and hauled her to her feet. "You greedy fucking bitch. You're not done, are you?"
She gasped for air, a string of saliva connecting her swollen lips to his throbbing head. Her bright green eyes were wide and utterly submissive. "No. I want more."
"Bend over the desk," he ordered, pointing to a heavy, distressed-wood worktable a few feet away.
Linda didn't hesitate. She scrambled over to the desk and bent at the waist, sweeping her wild, long hair over her shoulder. She planted her forearms flat on the wood, her large breasts swinging heavily beneath her. Her skirt was still bunched around her waist, perfectly presenting her round, tight ass to the cool air.
Julian stepped up behind her. He reached down to her thoroughly wrecked pussy, gathering a thick, sloppy handful of her soaked juices and his own leaking cum. Without warning, he smeared the wetness directly over her tight, untouched asshole.
Linda gasped, her back arching sharply at the sudden, naughty intrusion of his thumb pressing against her tightest ring.
"If you're going to act like a greedy little whore, I'm going to treat you like one," Julian growled. He gripped her hips and aligned the heavy, thick head of his cock right at her pink, slicked pucker. "Dennis definitely never did this to you. Let's see how much of my cock your ass can take."
"Julian, wait—ahhh! Fuck!" Linda screamed, her hands white-knuckling the edge of the desk.
He didn't hold back. He drove his hips forward, brutally stretching her tight sphincter as he buried his thick meat deep inside her ass. Linda’s world erupted in a blinding flash of intense pressure and agonizing fullness. She sobbed, her body instinctively trying to clamp down, but Julian’s relentless forward momentum forced her to yield entirely to his size.
"God, you are so tight," Julian grunted, his hips snapping forward to bury himself to the hilt. "Look at your perfect ass swallowing my cock."
Once he was fully seated inside her, he began to pull back, setting a slow, agonizingly deep rhythm. Every thrust stretched her open, the friction entirely different from before—tighter, naughtier, absolutely degrading.
"Take it in your ass, Linda," he sneered, slapping her bare cheek hard enough to leave a red handprint. "Take it like the dirty little slut you are."
"Yes!" she sobbed, the initial sting melting into a filthy, overwhelming wave of pleasure. "Fuck my ass! Wreck me, Julian! Make me your anal whore!"
Encouraged by her absolute surrender, Julian abandoned his slow pace. He grabbed her waist and started pounding her ass relentlessly. The heavy, wet smacks of his pelvis against her cheeks echoed through the studio like gunshots. Linda’s large tits bounced wildly with every brutal thrust, her moans turning into a continuous, feral wail of pure ecstasy. She felt utterly consumed, every inch of her polite, married facade destroyed by the massive cock relentlessly ravaging her tightest hole.
"I'm going to ruin your ass," Julian roared, his pace turning frantic. "I'm going to fill you up!"
"Do it!" Linda shrieked, her body completely giving out as she chased another explosive climax. "Breed my ass! Fill me up!"
With a guttural, animalistic roar, Julian drove himself into her as deep as he could go, holding her pinned flush against the desk. His hips spasmed violently, shooting a third, thick load of scalding semen deep into her rectum. He groaned, completely emptying his balls into her tight, stretching passage, breeding her ass exactly like she begged.
When he finally pulled out, his cock slipped free with a loud, hollow pop. Linda’s abused, thoroughly stretched hole remained gaped open for a few seconds, a slow, thick drip of his white cum spilling out and running down her thigh. She collapsed against the desk, panting, completely and beautifully broken.
Julian stepped back, his chest heaving as he stared down at the absolute mess he’d made of her.
Linda slowly pushed herself up, her legs trembling so violently she could barely stand. Instead of pulling down her skirt or fixing her torn clothes, she turned and dropped straight back to her bruised knees at his feet. She reached out, her hands resting gently on his bare thighs. Her bright green eyes looked up at him, entirely stripped of pride, wide with a desperate, terrifying realization: she could never go back to her old life. Not after this.
"Julian, please," she begged, her voice a raw, tearful whisper. "Please tell me you'll see me again."
He looked down at her, his expression a mix of dark amusement and raw possession. "You haven't had enough, Linda? I just treated you like a cheap street whore."
"I loved it," she sobbed, pressing her cheek against his leg, uncaring about the sticky mess smeared there. "I need it. I can't go back to the way it was. Please, Julian. Let me be your slut. I'll do anything you want, whenever you want. Just don't make me go back to starving."
Julian grabbed a fistful of her dark brown hair, tilting her head back to meet his gaze. "If I say yes, there are rules. When I call, you drop whatever you're doing and come here. If Dennis is sitting right next to you, you make an excuse and you leave. Understood?"
"Yes," Linda nodded frantically, her heavy tits swaying with the eager motion. "Yes, whatever you say. Whenever you want."
"And one more thing," Julian added, his voice dropping to a dark, authoritative timber. He gestured vaguely to the studio around them. "I'm a photographer, Linda. Next time I call you here, I'm setting up the cameras. I'm going to film you. I want a permanent record of Dennis's pristine wife gagging on my cock and taking it up the ass. That's the price of your surrender. You agree to let me record every filthy thing I do to you, or you walk out that door right now and never come back."
Linda's breath caught in her throat. The thought of being recorded—of undeniable, damning video evidence of her complete degradation existing—should have terrified her. But fueled by her total breakdown and absolute desperation, the idea only sent a fresh, wicked thrill straight to her core. She looked up at him, her chest heaving, ready to take her submission past the point of no return.
"Yes," she whispered, her bright green eyes shining with absolute, shameless devotion. "Film me. Put me on camera." She reached up, her hands sliding over his waist to pull herself closer. "You don't even have to keep it private, Julian. Do whatever you want with the film. Sell it, post it online, send it to my husband... I don't care. Ruin my whole life if you want to. I don't care who sees it, as long as I get you. Just let me come back and be your whore."
A dark, intensely satisfied smirk played across Julian's face at her total, unconditional collapse. He gripped her chin, forcing her to look up at him. "My friends might really enjoy seeing a film of Dennis's perfect wife taking it like a cheap slut," he murmured, watching her eyes for any sign of hesitation. "I might just have to show them."
Linda didn't even blink. "Yes," she agreed instantly, a breathless, eager gasp escaping her bruised lips. "Show them. Show all your friends what a filthy slut I am for you, Julian. Let them watch." She leaned into his grip, her green eyes blazing with a completely corrupted, feral heat. "And... if you want them to, they can join in. I'll take them all. Use my holes for your friends, pass me around... I'll do it. Just please let me be yours."
"Good," he murmured, his thumb tracing her swollen bottom lip. "Now get dressed, little slut. I have to get back to work. I'll let you know when my balls are full again."
The rain was still coming down in cold, gray sheets as Linda climbed into the driver's seat of her Lexus. The leather seat felt cool against the back of her bare thighs, her ruined skirt still hiked up around her waist. As she pulled out of the studio's lot and merged onto the slick Baltimore streets, the reality of what she had just agreed to didn't bring a shred of guilt or panic. Instead, a feral, obsessive heat radiated from her core.
With every turn of the steering wheel, every press of the pedal, she could feel the heavy, sloppy mess of Julian’s semen shifting between her legs. It was slowly leaking from her overstuffed pussy and her beautifully wrecked ass, completely soaking the seat beneath her.
Stopped at a red light on Light Street, Linda couldn't resist. She kept one hand loosely on the steering wheel and slid her other hand down between her open thighs. She pressed her middle and index fingers directly against her swollen, dripping slit, plunging them shallowly inside to gather a thick coating of his slick, salty seed.
She pulled her hand up just as the light turned green. Her fingers were glistening with the heavy white cream. With a dirty, obsessed little whimper, Linda slipped both fingers into her mouth. She closed her eyes, sucking them completely clean as she accelerated, savoring the pungent, musky taste of her new master, eagerly swallowing down the proof of her total ruin.
By the time she parked and unlocked the front door of her pristine Federal Hill rowhome, the silence of the house was deafening.
She walked upstairs and went into the master bathroom. She didn't turn on the shower. She stripped off her ruined clothes and looked in the mirror. Her bright green eyes stared back at her, feral and unashamed. Her lips were bruised, her long, dark brown hair was a wild, tangled mess down her back, and dark finger marks were already blooming on her hips and ass cheeks. When she turned slightly, she could see the heavy, sticky mess of Julian's seed steadily leaking from both her pussy and her beautifully tender, stretched asshole, tracing slow, wet paths down her toned thighs.
She reached for a tissue, then stopped. She deliberately didn't wipe away a single drop. She wanted the thick, sticky mess to dry right there on her skin. She wanted to smell him. She wanted to feel the wet, crusting reminder of what it was like to be a woman, to be utterly used and desired. She licked her lips, her mouth still tasting of the seed she had fed herself in the car.
She slipped her pristine silk nightgown directly over her head, letting the cool fabric fall over her unwashed body. She deliberately left off her panties, wanting absolutely nothing between her bare flesh and the sheets, nothing to catch or soak up the slow, continuous seep of Julian’s cum. She walked into the bedroom.
Dennis was sound asleep on his side of the bed, the covers pulled up neatly to his chest. Linda climbed into the bed, sinking into the mattress just feet away from her husband. She closed her eyes, feeling the intense soreness between her legs, the deep, aching fullness in her ass that had been so ruthlessly claimed, and the heavy satisfaction in her belly.
A slow, wicked smile spread across her face in the dark, and for the first time in years, Linda slept perfectly.

The bedroom of our Federal Hill rowhouse felt like a mausoleum. I lay naked beneath the silk sheets, my body practically vibrating with a pent-up, agonizing need. Beside me, Dennis calmly turned the page of his book.

I slid my hand under the covers, tracing a path up his thigh. Dennis sighed, a quiet sound of annoyance, and caught my wrist. "Linda, please. I'm tired, and I have an early meeting."

He didn't even look at me. He just moved my hand away, turned off his lamp, and rolled over.

I stared at the ceiling in the dark, my chest tight, a dull ache throbbing between my legs. It had been three years since Dennis had fucked me. Three years of sterile pecks on the cheek. I was thirty-six, my body in its absolute prime. I worked out religiously, keeping my figure incredibly fit with a flat stomach and a perfectly round, tight ass. My thick, dark brown hair tumbled down to the middle of my back, framing a face dominated by my bright green eyes—eyes that felt completely lifeless in this house. Above it all, my heavy, naturally large tits strained against my silk nightgown, aching for attention. My libido was peaking, and yet I was trapped in a desert, my pussy aching and weeping for a touch that never came.

I couldn't take it anymore.

The next afternoon, a cold rain blew off the Patapsco River, blurring the docked ships and neon signs of the Inner Harbor. I barely noticed the chill as I practically ran up the wet iron steps to Julian’s photography studio, a converted industrial loft just a few blocks from the water. I had met him a month ago for a photoshoot, and the raw, carnal way his eyes had stripped me bare had haunted me ever since.

I banged on the heavy metal door. Julian yanked it open. He was in a faded t-shirt and jeans, his dark hair messy. He took one look at my flushed face, my bright green eyes blazing with raw need, and the heavy, ragged way I was breathing, and he knew.

He didn’t say a word. He grabbed the front of my wet trench coat, yanked me inside, and slammed the door behind us, shutting out the rainy Baltimore skyline.

Before I could even gasp, he shoved me hard against the steel door. His mouth crushed down on mine, aggressive and wet. His tongue pushed past my lips, tasting of black coffee and dominance. I let out a desperate, whimpering moan, my hands tangling in his hair.

Julian’s hands were rough as he tore the coat from my shoulders, letting it drop. He didn't bother unbuttoning my silk blouse; he just gripped the fabric and ripped it open, the buttons popping and scattering across the floor. He shoved my bra up, exposing my large, eager breasts to the cool air of the studio.

"Fuck," Julian growled, staring at my hard, dark nipples. He leaned down and took one into his mouth, sucking hard, biting down just enough to make me cry out.

His hand slid under my skirt, bypassing my firm thighs and grabbing a handful of my silk panties. He didn't wait. He shoved the fabric aside and drove two thick fingers straight into me.

My knees buckled. I was so wet I was dripping, my juices soaking his fingers instantly.

"Look at you," Julian sneered against my neck, pumping his fingers in and out of my slick, tight pussy. His thumb found my swollen clit, rubbing it mercilessly. "Starved for it. Fucking soaking wet before I even touched you."

"Please," I begged, my hips shamelessly grinding against his hand. "Julian, please, I need it. I need you."

He withdrew his fingers, letting the slick sound echo in the room. He dropped to his knees in front of me. Grabbing my hips, he pulled me forward and buried his face between my legs.

I threw my head back against the door, screaming his name as his hot, wet tongue lapped directly over my clitoris. He devoured me, sucking my folds, plunging his tongue deep inside my dripping hole before returning to relentlessly flick my clit. It was an assault of pure pleasure. My hands clutched his shoulders, my legs trembling violently as he drank down my juices.

Before I could climax, he pulled back and stood up, his eyes dark with lust. He shoved his jeans and boxers down, kicking them aside. His cock sprang free—thick, heavy, and throbbing, a drop of pre-cum glistening at the broad tip.

I stared at it, my mouth watering. Driven by three years of agonizing starvation, I didn't hesitate. I sank to my knees right there on the hard floor. I looked up at him, my bright green eyes dark with devotion and raw need, before leaning forward and dragging my tongue up the thick vein on the underside of his shaft.

Julian hissed, his hands instantly tangling in the long, dark brown hair spilling down my back. "Fuck... Linda."

I opened my mouth and took the head of his cock past my lips, swirling my tongue around the sensitive ridge before swallowing him deeper. It felt incredible. The heat of him, the taste of his musk and salty pre-cum—it was a feast. I bobbed my head, taking him as deep into my throat as I could manage, gagging softly as his thick meat stretched me.

"That's it," Julian groaned, his fingers tightening in my hair to control my rhythm. He stared down at me, his eyes blazing with a dark, filthy heat. "Look at you... a beautiful, married woman on her knees like a desperate little slut. Is this what you've been begging for while he ignores you?"

I pulled back just a fraction, spitting the head of his cock out so I could look up at him. My green eyes were glazed with absolute obsession, a string of spit connecting my bruised lips to his heavy tip. "It's so big, Julian," I whimpered, my thumb stroking the underside of his shaft. "It's so much bigger and better than Dennis's. He could never fill my mouth like this. I only want yours."

"Your husband is a fucking idiot," Julian sneered, his hips snapping forward, forcing his cock deep into my throat. I gagged beautifully, taking it all. "Leaving a mouth like this empty for three years. Does he know what a hungry little cock-sucker he has at home? Does he know his polite, boring wife is on her knees in a dirty studio, gagging on a cock twice his size?"

I hummed a muffled, eager agreement around his thick shaft, my eyes fluttering shut as I sucked him harder.

"Tell me," Julian demanded, pulling his hips back just enough to slap his wet meat against my lips. "Whose cock is this? Are you my personal little whore?"

"Yours," I gasped, spit and pre-cum dripping down my chin. "I'm yours, Julian."

"Show me how starved you are, then. Open your throat for another man's cock. That's it... take it all. Let me feel how pathetic and needy you are for it."

I eagerly obeyed, fueled by his degrading praise. I wrapped my hands around the base of his shaft and cupped his heavy balls, slurping and sucking with a loud, sloppy enthusiasm. I wanted to consume him.

"Fuck, yes," Julian cursed, his voice a filthy rasp. "Drain my balls. Suck it like your life depends on it..."

Suddenly, Julian gripped my hair tight and pulled his cock from my mouth with a wet pop. He was panting, his eyes wild.

"Get up," he ordered, his voice thick with need. "I need to be inside you. Now."

I scrambled to my feet, desperate and submissive. Julian spun me around, shoving me face-first against the heavy steel door.

"Put your hands flat on the metal. Spread your legs."

I obeyed instantly, parting my thighs wide. My skirt was hiked up around my waist, my bare, dripping pussy completely exposed to him, my nice, perfectly shaped ass presented like an offering.

Julian stepped up behind me. He grabbed my hips, aligning the wet, spit-slicked head of his cock with my dripping opening. He didn't tease me. He gripped my waist and drove his hips forward, burying his entire length deep inside me in one brutal, tearing thrust.

"Ahhh! Fuck!" I screamed, my fingernails scraping against the steel door. I felt stretched, incredibly full, the thick meat of him hitting deep against my cervix.

"God, you are so fucking tight," Julian groaned, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back into me.

He set a punishing, relentless pace. The wet, heavy sound of his hips slapping against my ass echoed loudly through the studio. Every deep thrust shoved me against the door, shattering the last fragments of my polite, rigid life. I didn't want to think anymore; I didn't want to be the dutiful, ignored wife. I wanted to surrender completely. With every brutal plunge of his hips, I let go, allowing my consciousness to dissolve into a puddle of pure, animalistic instinct. I gave him my body, my dignity, my absolute submission, reducing myself entirely to the heavy friction of his cock and the bruising grip of his hands.

"Take it," Julian grunted, his fingers digging into my hips. "Take my fucking cock."

"Yes! Fuck, yes!" I sobbed, pushing back against him, my voice raw and completely stripped of shame. "Ruin me, Julian! Fuck my pathetic, starved pussy!"

"Tell me what you are," he demanded, slapping his pelvis hard against my ass.

"I'm your slut!" I screamed, my head rolling back against the steel door as I mindlessly chased the pleasure. "I'm your fucking whore! Oh god, your cock is so massive! It's so much better than my husband's! He could never fill me up like this! Stretch me out! Fuck me so hard I forget his name!"

"Good girl," he snarled, punishing me with a thrust that made me see stars.

He reached a hand around to my front, slipping his fingers through my wet folds to pinch and roll my clit as he pounded me from behind. The combination of the deep, stretching penetration and the direct friction on my clit pushed me right to the edge of sanity.

"I'm going to cum," I shrieked, my body thrashing against the door, my inner muscles clenching wildly around his thick shaft. "Julian, I'm cumming! Use my body!"

"Cum for me," he roared, fucking me faster, harder, a blur of meat and sweat. "Squeeze my cock!"

My world shattered. I screamed, my pelvic floor bearing down in violent, milking spasms. I came impossibly hard, gushing wetness all over his cock, my brain totally short-circuiting in the white-hot bliss of my surrender. The tight, pulsing grip of my climax tipped Julian over the edge.

With a loud, guttural shout, he grabbed my long brown hair, pulled my head back, and drove himself as deep as he could go. He held me pinned against the door as his hips spasmed, shooting thick, hot ropes of his semen deep into my aching womb. He emptied himself into me, filling me.

He held me there for a few moments, his heavy breaths hot against my neck. Then, he stepped back. His cock slipped free with a wet, heavy sound, the thick shaft gleaming with a messy, slick combination of my soaked juices and the cream he had just pumped into me.

"Get back on your knees," Julian commanded, his voice still ragged. "Clean my cock."

I obeyed instantly, dropping my bruised knees back down to the hard floor. I looked up at his messy, throbbing length, the sight sending a fresh jolt of electricity straight to my core. I leaned forward and wrapped my lips around the broad head, my tongue swirling out to lick away the slick, salty evidence of his climax.

"God, yes," I muffled against his skin, sucking him deeply. "I want to taste it all."

"Do you like that?" Julian asked, his voice a nasty, degrading whisper as he stared down at me, his hands resting heavily on my head. "Do you like tasting your own wetness on my meat? Knowing I just stretched out your ignored little pussy?"

I bobbed my head, humming in desperate confirmation, my bright green eyes looking up at him as my tongue lapped up a thick strand of cum from his vein. Under my eager, worshipful mouth, Julian’s cock barely had time to soften before it surged back to full, rigid life.

"Are you going to go back to your pathetic husband tonight and kiss him with my taste still in your mouth?" Julian asked, his hips starting to snap forward again, steadily fucking my face. "Are you going to smile at Dennis while you're dripping my cum onto his sheets?"

"Yes," I whimpered around his thick shaft, completely surrendering to his dirty words. "Yes, Julian, I will."

"Fuck, Linda. You're going to drain me dry," he groaned, his fingers tangling roughly in my hair. "Open your throat... I'm going to cum again."

"Please," I begged, my lips smacking wetly as I slurped and sucked with absolute desperation. "Give it to me. Fill my mouth."

With a guttural shout, Julian’s hips snapped forward, forcing his length deep into the back of my throat. I stayed perfectly still, throwing my head back to take it all as a second, thick wave of his hot semen erupted directly onto my tongue. I gagged beautifully, my throat working in eager, rhythmic swallows to drink down every heavy, salty drop he shot into me.

"Swallow it all, you dirty little slut," he panted, his body trembling.

I gulped it down, but I didn't pull away. Fueled by a feral, insatiable hunger, I kept my lips sealed tight around his base. I sucked him violently hard, my head bobbing furiously as I swirled my tongue over the hyper-sensitive ridge, milking him without mercy. I pulled at him like a vacuum, aggressively drawing out every last drop.

Julian gasped, his hands clamping down on my shoulders. Under the relentless, wet pull of my mouth, his cock didn't stand a chance of softening. The extreme stimulation sent fresh jolts of electricity straight to his groin, and within seconds, his meat surged and swelled right back to absolute, rock-hard rigidity against my tongue.

"Fuck, Linda," he snarled, a dangerous new heat flaring in his eyes as he gripped a fistful of my dark hair and hauled me to my feet. "You greedy fucking bitch. You're not done, are you?"

I gasped for air, a string of saliva connecting my swollen lips to his throbbing head. My bright green eyes were wide and utterly submissive. "No. I want more."

"Bend over the desk," he ordered, pointing to a heavy, distressed-wood worktable a few feet away.

I didn't hesitate. I scrambled over to the desk and bent at the waist, sweeping my wild, long hair over my shoulder. I planted my forearms flat on the wood, my large breasts swinging heavily beneath me. My skirt was still bunched around my waist, perfectly presenting my round, tight ass to the cool air.

Julian stepped up behind me. He reached down to my thoroughly wrecked pussy, gathering a thick, sloppy handful of my soaked juices and his own leaking cum. Without warning, he smeared the wetness directly over my tight, untouched asshole.

I gasped, my back arching sharply at the sudden, naughty intrusion of his thumb pressing against my tightest ring.

"If you're going to act like a greedy little whore, I'm going to treat you like one," Julian growled. He gripped my hips and aligned the heavy, thick head of his cock right at my pink, slicked pucker. "Dennis definitely never did this to you. Let's see how much of my cock your ass can take."

"Julian, wait—ahhh! Fuck!" I screamed, my hands white-knuckling the edge of the desk.

He didn't hold back. He drove his hips forward, brutally stretching my tight sphincter as he buried his thick meat deep inside my ass. My world erupted in a blinding flash of intense pressure and agonizing fullness. I sobbed, my body instinctively trying to clamp down, but Julian’s relentless forward momentum forced me to yield entirely to his size.

"God, you are so tight," Julian grunted, his hips snapping forward to bury himself to the hilt. "Look at your perfect ass swallowing my cock."

Once he was fully seated inside me, he began to pull back, setting a slow, agonizingly deep rhythm. Every thrust stretched me open, the friction entirely different from before—tighter, naughtier, absolutely degrading.

"Take it in your ass, Linda," he sneered, slapping my bare cheek hard enough to leave a red handprint. "Take it like the dirty little slut you are."

"Yes!" I sobbed, the initial sting melting into a filthy, overwhelming wave of pleasure. "Fuck my ass! Wreck me, Julian! Make me your anal whore!"

Encouraged by my absolute surrender, Julian abandoned his slow pace. He grabbed my waist and started pounding my ass relentlessly. The heavy, wet smacks of his pelvis against my cheeks echoed through the studio like gunshots. My large tits bounced wildly with every brutal thrust, my moans turning into a continuous, feral wail of pure ecstasy. I felt utterly consumed, every inch of my polite, married facade destroyed by the massive cock relentlessly ravaging my tightest hole.

"I'm going to ruin your ass," Julian roared, his pace turning frantic. "I'm going to fill you up!"

"Do it!" I shrieked, my body completely giving out as I chased another explosive climax. "Breed my ass! Fill me up!"

With a guttural, animalistic roar, Julian drove himself into me as deep as he could go, holding me pinned flush against the desk. His hips spasmed violently, shooting a third, thick load of scalding semen deep into my rectum. He groaned, completely emptying his balls into my tight, stretching passage, breeding my ass exactly like I begged.

When he finally pulled out, his cock slipped free with a loud, hollow pop. My abused, thoroughly stretched hole remained gaped open for a few seconds, a slow, thick drip of his white cum spilling out and running down my thigh. I collapsed against the desk, panting, completely and beautifully broken.

Julian stepped back, his chest heaving as he stared down at the absolute mess he’d made of me.

I slowly pushed myself up, my legs trembling so violently I could barely stand. Instead of pulling down my skirt or fixing my torn clothes, I turned and dropped straight back to my bruised knees at his feet. I reached out, my hands resting gently on his bare thighs. My bright green eyes looked up at him, entirely stripped of pride, wide with a desperate, terrifying realization: I could never go back to my old life. Not after this.

"Julian, please," I begged, my voice a raw, tearful whisper. "Please tell me you'll see me again."

He looked down at me, his expression a mix of dark amusement and raw possession. "You haven't had enough, Linda? I just treated you like a cheap street whore."

"I loved it," I sobbed, pressing my cheek against his leg, uncaring about the sticky mess smeared there. "I need it. I can't go back to the way it was. Please, Julian. Let me be your slut. I'll do anything you want, whenever you want. Just don't make me go back to starving."

Julian grabbed a fistful of my dark brown hair, tilting my head back to meet his gaze. "If I say yes, there are rules. When I call, you drop whatever you're doing and come here. If Dennis is sitting right next to you, you make an excuse and you leave. Understood?"

"Yes," I nodded frantically, my heavy tits swaying with the eager motion. "Yes, whatever you say. Whenever you want."