When I woke up the next morning, my husband was already gone. It was the final day of the course, and we still had one more night to enjoy the city before flying back home the next day.
I was still processing the day before, the terrible mistake I had made, and how a day that had begun so badly had somehow ended on such a high note. My husband went crazy when he saw I had a full Brazilian wax, something I had never done before. He went down on me for half an hour, like a starving dog. Initially, I felt a flicker of worry that he’d see any trace left by that scoundrel, but as time went on, my anxiety subsided, replaced by a sense of regret when I realized Thomas had his mouth where that monster’s enormous cock had been only hours earlier.
At that moment, I began to feel a different kind of arousal, and before long, I was climaxing, soaking his face. The sex afterward was intense; I wasn’t able to cum, but that was probably because I had already come on Thomas’s face and on Tyrone’s cock.
All the memories of the night with Thomas began to excite me: the dinner, the walk, our making out, the way he shoved his cock into my mouth without warning, that black penis hard as stone… Before I realized it, my hand was already on my pussy, and I stopped immediately. I am not a woman who does that kind of thing, and I remembered the promise Tyrone made. I would never submit to his whims; yesterday was a mistake that will never be repeated.
I had promised my husband that I would meet him at a restaurant near the Convention Center, where the course was being held, so we could have lunch together. That way, I could enjoy more of his company and avoid receiving another unwanted visit. I got dressed discreetly, and around noon, I went to meet him.
The place was small and elegant, with only ten or twelve tables. Besides my husband and me, at our table were his friend Robert and his wife, Cindy. Robert was Thomas’s immediate superior, the director responsible for five branches of the company, including ours. He was an older man, around 60 years old, always elegant and well-dressed thanks to the money he had, with clear signs of cosmetic procedures on his face and a body typical of someone his age. Cindy, on the other hand, was much younger, in her 30s, a stunning woman of Asian descent, with an exotic air and a perfect body. You could tell she was the kind of woman who didn’t need to worry about anything in life other than looking good, alternating her routine between the gym, beauty salons, and shopping.
Three tables ahead, Tyrone was sitting with two other men, and they were talking more than eating. They spoke loudly and laughed, even though it was impossible to understand what they were saying. Tyrone was the one who talked the most, making some strange gestures that made the other two burst out laughing. Sometimes, while he was talking, he glanced at me, and I was terrified: was he telling them about his latest conquest? At that moment, I realized that my mistake was bigger than I thought: What if he told my husband what had happened? What if rumors about this start to spread throughout the company? I immediately lost my appetite.
I was no longer paying attention to the conversation at our table. All I could do was watch Tyrone and try to make out what he was saying, whether he was talking about me, about how he had used me however he pleased for his own pleasure.
“Isn’t it wonderful, darling?” Thomas asked, his face glowing with joy.
Robert had just confided to Thomas that he was retiring and planned to recommend him for the director position. Nothing was official yet, but he would make the arrangements. I apologized for my distraction and lied, saying I had a headache. I was extremely happy; beyond the obvious issue of a higher salary, Thomas was a good, competent, and hardworking man and truly deserved the position.
As soon as I returned to the hotel, I saw a message notification on my phone from an unknown number. It was Tyrone. I wondered how he got my number, then remembered the people from the company had created a WhatsApp group to plan evening outings.
T: I noticed you didn’t take your eyes off me during lunch. I suppose you were hungry for something else. I knew you’d want another round.
I knew I should block the number and delete the message, but I chose to send just one reply before doing it.
H: I don’t want anything to do with you. You took advantage of me. You’re a pig who treats everyone like shit and thinks you’re such a big deal. You’re nothing but an abuser!
As usual, his response was disgusting.
T: From how much you moaned and came, I’d say you were the one taking advantage.
H: Yesterday was a terrible mistake that will never happen again.
T: Don’t give me that “it was a mistake” shit. I know very well how much you enjoyed finally being ridden by a real man.
T: Speaking of pigs, I’ve got a picture on my phone you’ll like.
Wow, Tyrone is sending me a picture of his penis. How original, I thought. I had already replied and should have blocked him, but I ended up letting him send the photo. As soon as I saw it, I almost jumped back.
The photo had been taken by Tyrone, who was sitting naked on a bed in front of a mirror. In one hand, he was holding his phone, and in the other, he was holding a chain attached to a collar around Lucia’s neck. Besides the collar, she was wearing white lingerie that contrasted beautifully with her golden skin and dark hair, but it was completely torn and no longer covered anything. She was sitting on Tyrone’s lap, one foot on the floor and the other resting on the bed, legs spread wide, with his penis buried in her ass. The word “PIG” was written on her face with what looked like lipstick, her arms were thrown back around Tyrone’s neck and her eyes were rolled back as if she were having a convulsion.
I had never seen anything so depraved in my life. How could Lucia submit to that? Or to everything else he did to her? How could sex make a woman degrade herself so much in exchange for pleasure?
Once again, my pussy began to feel hot and wet. I did everything I could not to touch myself; I didn’t want this to become a habit. But it was very hard, so I dropped my phone and went to take a shower. I even forgot to block Tyrone.
Not even the cold water calmed me down, and when I got out, I saw that there was another message from Tyrone. He said that since it was the last day of the course, it would finish earlier, and the directors were taking everyone out for a happy hour. He told me to go up to room 607 at 4:30 p.m., where he would be waiting.
I should have masturbated, because now I was very aroused and started to consider the idea of going to that scoundrel’s den. Tyrone is a misogynist who uses women purely for his own pleasure, so it made no sense. And yet, my body was betraying me. I looked at Lucia’s photo again and decided that I didn’t want that for my life. Tomorrow we would be back home, and everything would end there.
I was still wearing just a robe, scrolling through random posts on Instagram until around 4 p.m. to distract myself. Then I decided to put on something nice and go for a walk, since Thomas had messaged me about the happy hour and said he would stay as long as possible to try to get closer to the directors.
The problem was that when I looked at myself in the mirror, naked, completely shaved, and with my nipples practically ready to burst, my body began to heat up again, and before I realized it, my wicked desire had thrown my common sense into the trunk and taken control of my actions.
As I got dressed, I thought again about Lucia’s photo, but this time I was imagining the pleasure she felt. I remembered the incredible sex and the groundbreaking orgasm I had yesterday, and my curiosity about what he would do to me won out. My pussy was so wet that I had to dry myself with a towel before putting on my panties. I chose an outfit that wasn’t flashy and light makeup, and when I realized it, I was already inside the elevator, pressing the button for the 6th floor.
As the elevator went up, I kept telling myself that everything had to end that day. I would get all of this out of my system, and tomorrow I would go back home, far away from all of it, by Thomas’s side.
When I reached the door marked 607, my brain tried to hold my wrist back, but it was a part of my body much lower down that was giving the orders, and I knocked. Tyrone opened the door and, without even looking at me, told me to come in. He had just taken a shower and was wearing only boxer briefs, and when he turned toward me, I could see his two trademarks: his mischievous smile and the huge bulge visible between his legs.
“I knew you’d come back for more,” he said with all his arrogance, looking me up and down.
“I only came here to put an end to this,” I replied, my face burning red.
“Yes, yes, whatever you say. Let’s put an end to this,” he said mockingly as he stepped closer to me.
He grabbed my ponytail and yanked my head back, then kissed me hard. His other hand began squeezing my breasts over my blouse, and I started kissing him back. We stayed like that for about a minute, when suddenly he tore off my blouse and ripped my bra, then lifted me up as if I weighed nothing, carrying me to the bed and throwing me onto it like an object.
“Enough romance; it’s time to put that mouth to work,” he said as he took off his boxers and brought that huge cock toward me while I was kneeling on the bed.
“Open wide and say ‘ah,’ and I hope you do a better job than yesterday.”
I did what he ordered, and he put the head and another inch into my mouth. I strained to open as wide as I could to make that monster fit. He started thrusting back and forth, trying each time to push more cock inside. My eyes were already watering, and he didn’t even look at me. He just held my ponytail and continued his invasion.
For about five minutes, he kept trying to force that whole monster in, and during that time, I choked several times. Every time he tried to thrust deeper, I felt my pussy twitch. The dampness between my legs increased, and I closed my eyes and slipped my hand into my shorts to touch myself. But he took my arm and forced my hand away.
“First, you give me pleasure, then, if you do a good job, I might allow you to touch yourself, bitch.” He wouldn’t let me take his cock out of my mouth, so I just looked up and nodded.
“This is boring, little Thomas, besides being incompetent at work, is also incompetent in bed. He didn’t even teach his whore how to do her duties.” His misogynistic way revolted me, but it also made something deep inside me heat up. I was doing my best, and it still wasn’t enough for him.
He made me lie on my back, then pulled my head until it was hanging off the bed.
“Since you don’t know how to give a good head, let’s try something else.” He knelt on the floor and pushed his cock back into my mouth while holding my neck. From that angle, it went in deeper than before. I felt the head invading my throat as he pushed in more and more. He fucked my mouth like it was a pussy.
Tyrone kept pushing almost everything into my mouth; his balls were nearly hitting my nose, and I had saliva all over my face. I felt like a street whore; I had thought degrading things like this only happened in porn movies.
At a certain point, I felt the head of his cock past my throat and his cock went all inside. I would soon start to run out of air. He grabbed both my breasts, pinched my nipples, and just said, “First you give me pleasure, then you breathe, bitch.”
Hearing that, my pussy began to twitch, and I felt as if I had pissed myself. I had come without being touched while being used like a whore. It was unbelievable.
“Very good, slut, you learn fast,” he said, pulling back. Tyrone raised my head and stroked me the way one pets a dog, smearing all the saliva and tears on my face. I felt a shiver run down my spine and deep down, a sense of satisfaction at hearing that.
"Now go back to your position.”
I did what he told me, and he shoved that cock in my mouth again, this time going in more easily. He repeated it a few more times, then pulled off my shorts and panties.
I felt his cock twitch and grow a little more when he saw my pussy. “So you shaved like I told you to. You really are an obedient bitch.”
At that moment, he grabbed me by the waist and stood up, holding me upside down with his cock in my mouth while he buried his face in my pussy, walking around the room with his tongue on my clit. He licked all my juices while moving his hips to fuck my mouth with his cock. Soon my pussy was hot and dripping again. When he got tired, he put me on the bed, placed my feet on his shoulders, and began brushing his cock against the entrance of my pussy. He really did enjoy provoking and tormenting women, making them beg.
And that’s exactly what I did.
“Please, Tyrone, fuck me and make me come again.” I was completely surrendered, thinking of nothing but having that delicious penis inside me.
Tyrone shoved more than half of that pole into me in one thrust. It went in hot like an iron bar, with difficulty despite all my lubrication. He began thrusting faster and faster, and I felt him hitting spots inside me I didn’t even know existed.
“That’s it, bitch, take all my cock. I’m going to remodel this pussy, and that little dick will never give you pleasure again,” he said as he fucked harder and harder, slamming into my cervix.
“Thomas doesn’t have a little dick, you’re the abnormal one,” I replied, moaning, pulling his head toward me. “And normal people don’t do those depraved things in bed.”
“Shut up and suck my tongue.” He stuck out that huge tongue, and I attacked it like a starving lioness. He kept fucking me hard and fast; his stamina was unbelievable, and I loved every second of it.
"OH FUCK, OH FUCK, OH GOD DAMMIT FUCK! YOU’RE SO HARD AND SO DEEP INSIDE ME," I yelled.
“Looks like all your boyfriends were useless, not just Dickless Thomas. I have a lot to teach you…”
“Thomas was my only boyfriend,” I answered, not knowing why I was sharing that kind of information with him. The truth was, I was about to come again, and Tyrone’s filthy mouth only heightened my arousal.
When he heard that, he sped up even more. “So you’re saying I was the first who went into the bottom of your pussy? Hahaha, looks like your cuck husband and I are partners after all; we shared part of your virginity.”
That was exactly what I needed. I wrapped my arms around him and dug my nails into his back as I came, harder than before and harder than yesterday.
“OHHH FUUUCK JESUS OH MY FUCKING GOD I’M CUMMING AGAIN!”
I felt something gushing out of me as he kept pounding with all his strength, like he was going to break the bed. More than a minute passed, and my orgasm didn’t end. I had never felt anything like it in my life; I was in heaven.
Tyrone pulled out of me and lay back on the bed, holding his cock at the base. “Why do I have to do all the work? Get up here and ride this fucking cock like your life depends on it,” he ordered.
I was limp like pudding. It was difficult, but I managed to climb on top of him. He put his hands behind his head and ordered, “Take it and put it where it belongs.”
I grabbed that tool and sat down on it as best I could. Even after all that sex, it was still hard as stone, while I could barely go on. I started moving slowly, and he began slapping my ass, telling me to go faster. Soon I was moving up and down eagerly, moaning loudly.
“Oh my God, Tyrone, you’re going to make me come again,” I said as I felt another orgasm building. He started thrusting his hips upward, driving that cock even deeper, into the very depths of my soul, while pawing my boobs.
“Keep talking, slut; shout to the whole hotel what’s happening.”
“I’m coming; I can’t stop coming; I’m going to die,” I cried in ecstasy.
Tyrone wanted more: “Louder, and with more details, or I stop and throw you out of my room with no clothes on.”
“I’m a married whore, and I’m being fucked by another man’s big, wonderful cock that’s going to end up making me addicted.”
As soon as I finished the sentence, I came again and collapsed on top of Tyrone, completely drained.
He pulled me off him and threw me onto the floor while he sat on the bed.
“You filthy slut, look at how dirty you left my cock. You’d better come here and clean it.”
I knelt between his legs and began licking and sucking his cock. There was a thick layer of white fluid covering its entire length and his balls, the result of my orgasms. Now I understood how that bastard always managed to get beautiful women. He was a sex god. I imagined how many others besides Lucia and me had been in this same position, worshiping his big black cock. Probably dozens; I was just one more among many.
I thought he was going to come soon, but he said, “You’d better get that cock nice and slobbery, because your ass is next.”
I panicked. The little sodomization of yesterday already hurt a lot; if he shoved all that cock in me, I wouldn’t be able to sit for days.
“Please, Tyrone, I want you to come in my mouth so I can swallow everything. I’ve never done that, but today I want to,” I said desperately.
That wasn’t necessarily true; I’d let Thomas come in my mouth a few times. Until yesterday, that had been the boldest thing I’d ever done in my life. But I wanted at all costs to avoid being sodomized, so I started stroking him with my right hand while sucking as much as I could.
“I think I can do that, but you’ll owe me. Now switch hands; I want to see that ring that that worm gave you going up and down on my cock.” I did it and kept going the way he wanted, and after a few minutes, with my hand and mouth already aching, he grabbed my head and forced it down as he injected his cum straight into my throat.
“That’s it, my heifer! Drink all your bull’s milk,” he said, mocking me.
He stayed still while I tried to swallow; some of it ended up spilling out of my mouth and running down my chin and breasts. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and used his fingers to scoop up the cum that had dripped, bringing it back to my mouth. He made me lick his fingers and his cock until everything was clean.
I stood up and went in direction of the bathroom when Tyrone said, “Where do you think you’re going?”
“I’m going to the bathroom to clean myself,” I replied.
“If you want to use a bathroom, use the one in your room. Now go back to your spineless husband, and pray he isn’t in the room when you get there.” Saying that, he grabbed me by the arm, made me get dressed any which way, and threw me out like garbage, closing the door.
I was terrified and ran down the stairs to my room, afraid someone might see me like that: makeup running, traces of saliva and cum all over my face and hair, and wearing just a wet shorts and a T-shirt with no bra because the bastard had ripped it.
Luckily, I made it to my room without running into anyone, and Thomas still hadn’t returned. I was able to wash myself and finally relax. I had gotten Tyrone out of my system and would never see him again.
