Thursday morning, Jennifer came over as planned. He opened the door, let her inside, and led her straight down the hall to the bedroom.

“Not wasting any time, are you?” she teased.

“No,” he shot back. “Unless you came over to do my dishes and laundry.”

“That’s not going to happen.”

“Exactly,” he said with a grin. “So why not just get to what you’re really here for?”

She had no reply.

He stepped close behind her, his chest pressing against her back, his breath hot in her ear. “You came here to get your brains fucked out of your head, didn’t you?”

A shiver rippled through her body. Her answer was quiet, but steady. “Yes.”

“That’s what I thought.”

His hands slid around her waist, fingers brushing her soft tummy before roaming upward. They cupped her enormous tits through the stretched cotton of her T-shirt, heavy mounds that made his palms look small. He squeezed slowly, dragging his fingers over their impossible size. Then, without a word, he tugged her shirt up and tossed it aside.

Her tits bulged forward in one of the biggest bras he’d ever seen, the fabric straining to contain her. His hands explored every curve, thumbs grazing the thick seams before working at the long line of hooks. Eight clasps, undone one by one, until he could finally peel the wide straps off her shoulders and slide the bra down.

Turning her to face him, he yanked it free. Her tits fell heavy and bare in front of him. His jaw tightened.

“Jesus fuck,” he muttered. “I can’t get over how big they are. There’s so much I want to do to them—so much I need to do.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Like what?”

“That’ll be for another time,” he said. “Right now, you’re getting on your knees.”

He tossed a pillow onto the floor. Jennifer sank down onto it obediently, looking up at him as he stepped closer.

Her hands went to his shorts, unbuttoning them, dragging the zipper down until the fabric fell to his ankles. His cock hung right in front of her face, soft but already swelling with promise.

Biting her lip, she leaned forward, opened her mouth, and took him in.

Her lips slid down the shaft, pulling him into her mouth inch by inch. She worked him slowly, savoring the feel of his cock growing heavier, harder, thicker with every stroke. Her stomach fluttered, anticipation twisting through her, the memory of him fucking her raw in the storage room flashing in her head. She wanted that again—more of it.

He groaned as she worked him, then suddenly his hands were on her head, tightening in her hair. He pulled her forward hard, forcing his cock deep. The swollen head pressed to the back of her mouth, then slipped past into her throat until her nose mashed against his body.

“Good girl,” he growled as he guided her back, letting her gasp for air before shoving her down on him again. Her throat stretched, her eyes watered, but she pushed herself deeper, wanting to please him.

When he finally pulled free, his cock glistened with spit. He bent down, grabbed her chin, and kissed her hard. His tongue pushed deep into her mouth, tasting himself on her tongue, owning every inch of her.

He pulled her up from the pillow, towering over her as she rose to her feet. Without a word, his hands went straight to her jeans, unbuttoning them and tugging the denim down over her hips. She stepped out of them, her big ass barely contained by another pair of those oversized granny panties—same style as before, only a different color.

He smirked at the sight, then hooked his fingers in the waistband and yanked them down, baring her completely. The heavy fabric dropped to the floor, leaving her exposed.

The scent hit him immediately—thick, unmistakable, the raw smell of sex rolling off her body. Her pussy wasn’t just wet; it was begging, needing attention.

Rising back up, he let his hand slide between her thighs. His fingers sliding through the length of her swollen gash, slippery and wanting. Jennifer’s knees nearly buckled at the touch, a trembling gasp escaping her lungs.

On his command, Jennifer climbed onto the bed on her hands and knees, facing away from him. Her wide hips flared, her ass high and ready.

He retrieved a medium-sized stainless-steel plug and dragged the cold metal through her sloppy, wet gash, smearing it with her own juices. “No need for lube,” he told her with a dark chuckle. “You’ve made more than enough for both of us.”

The cold steel sliding through her pussy made her shiver. Then he slid the plug between her huge cheeks and began to push. She whimpered as it spread her open, her body stretching until—with a quick push—it popped into her asshole. Jennifer yipped, he smiledin approval.

“Don’t move,” he warned.

She squirmed, but before she could get another word out, he snapped, “Since you couldn’t keep quiet with Joanne. She knew something was up when I walked back into the office.”

Jennifer tried to defend herself, stammering, “Yeah, but—”

“But nothing. You should’ve kept your teeth together.”

His palm cracked across her ass, the swat echoing. More blows followed, rapid and stinging, until her pale flesh flushed a deep, hot red.

Satisfied, he flipped her, pulled her head back by her hair, and pushed his tongue deep into her mouth. Jennifer moaned and sucked at him, as if trying to pull his tongue straight out of his head. His hands roamed her body, grabbing her enormous tits, and she lifted them for him so he could suck at her nipples, rub his face between their heavy curves.

Then he pushed her thighs wide, forcing them apart until her body strained. Dropping down between them, he buried his face in her sloppy, wet gash.

Jennifer moaned instantly, thrashing as his tongue lapped at her sloppy pussy. She carried on as if no one had ever eaten her properly before. Her husband sure as hell didn’t—either too lazy or too worthless in bed. But Jennifer was drenched, enough for three women, her body pouring for him. She was loud too, noisy enough that he couldn’t always tell if she was cumming or crying.

“Tropicana,” he muttered between licks. “That’s what I should call you. Juicy, just like a good orange, Tropicana.”

Her whole body quaked as he feasted on her, her wetness smearing his face. When he finally pulled back, he slid two fingers into her pussy and started working her g-spot.

It didn’t take long. Jennifer grunted, her muscles locked tight, and then a hot stream sprayed out of her, splashing them both.

Another orgasm followed, then another. By the fourth she was begging, moaning through the waves, “Stop—please, just let me breathe—”

He pulled back just long enough for her to think it was over, then slammed his fingers back in, assaulting her g-spot until she squealed and squirted again.

Only when he’d had his fill of watching her squirm and gush did he finally drag her upright and roll her back onto all fours.

Her ass jutted out, her hips wide, her pussy glistening. He moved in behind her, lined himself up, and shoved his cock into her sloppy pussy.

He fucked her without mercy. Their bodies slapped together, the sound filling the house. Jennifer’s whimpers and groans spilled out of her, nothing like the constant complaining he usually heard at work.

He reached back to the plug lodged deep in her ass, making sure it stayed snug while sending jolts through her. Her tits swung heavily beneath her, nipples dragging across the sheets as they bounced.

“Fuck me,” she moaned, her voice ragged. “Oh God… harder. Harder!”

He grabbed a fistful of her short, wavy red hair, yanking her head back until her back arched painfully. Then he gave her everything he had, pounding her as hard as his body could manage.

Orgasm ripped through her, then another, her cunt gripping him as her juices poured down her thighs, wetting the sheets beneath her knees.

He took another fistful of her hair, pulling her back into him with both hands, his hips hammering forward with brutal force. The pressure inside him built fast, boiling over.

With a final, savage thrust, he buried himself as deep as he could and exploded inside her. Shot after hot shot poured into her huge gash, filling her, coating her walls, flooding her until he was drained.

“Fuck, yeah,” he growled, grunting with each pulse.

When the last spasm left his body, he tipped her over onto her side, her tits bouncing as she hit the mattress.

“Jesus fuck,” Jennifer gasped, hair wild, cheeks flushed. “You sure know how to fuck.”

“You’re not the first person to tell me that,” he said with a cocky grin, still catching his breath.

They lay on the bed, his hands lazily fondling her huge tits, squeezing and teasing her long, thick nipples as she panted, her body still trembling from the wreckage he’d left her in.

“Jesus fuck,” she muttered between gasps, “I wasn’t expecting you to be that big when we first did this… or for you to cum that much. I can feel it dripping out of me.”

He smirked, rolling her nipples between his fingers, watching her squirm. “Yeah? You love that, don’t you?”

She nodded, cheeks flushed, her red hair stuck damp against her forehead. “I do. You’re nothing like my husband.”

His hand slid across both her tits, kneading them like huge mounds of dough. “There are still a few things I haven’t taken from you yet.”

Jennifer raised a brow, half-laughing. “Like what?”

He leaned in, lips brushing her ear. “Your ass.”

Her eyes widened slightly, then she bit her lip. “It’s been… god, over twenty years. I used to do it when I was younger, to hold on to my virginity a little longer. But… when i turned seventeen, my virginity went by by.”

“Well, that drought ends today.” He rolled her over on her back, then shoved a pillow under her hips, lifting her hips up. “You’re going to give me that ass like the good little slut you are."

She whimpered at his tone but didn’t argue. He cracked open a bottle of lube, drizzling it down on her asshole, then rubbed it in with two fingers, circling her tight hole. Her body tensed, then shivered.

“Relax,” he ordered, pressing the fat head of his cock against her. “You can take it.”

When the tip broke through, Jennifer yipped, her whole body jolting. “Ohhh god!” she cried, fists clutching the sheets. He shoved deeper, inch by inch, until his cock had completely disappeared in her stretched asshole.

Her whimpers turned into moans, then raw groans as his cock pushed fully inside. “Fuuuck,” she gasped, shaking her head. “I can’t—ohhh—I can’t.”

“You can, and you have,” he growled, gripping her legs and driving into her harder. The wet slap of his thighs smacking hers filled the room. Each thrust made her tits sway.

Ten minutes in, Jennifer’s moans pitched higher, her body trembling. “Ohh—fuck, oh god—I’m… ohh fuck I’m cumming!”

Her whole body shook violently, her asshole clamping down around him as her first anal orgasm ripped through her. She continued crying out as he kept pounding her.

He snarled above her, not letting up, hammering her ass harder and faster. Jennifer squealed, whimpering and groaning as another orgasm built, her legs shaking uncontrollably.

“Please!” she gasped. “How much longer are you going fuck me in my ass?”

“Shut the fuck up and take it,” he growled. “You drove over here because you wanted this cock—now you’re going to get all of it.”

Her second anal orgasm hit, even harder than the first. She wailed, body quaking, her ass gripping his cock so tight it was almost painful. That pushed him over the edge—he roared, slamming deep into her and holding her there as his cock erupted.

A dozen shots of cum flooded into her asshole, shot after shot pouring into her. He ground himself into her, forcing it deeper, riding the spasms until she was done shaking beneath him.

He told her to squeeze down on him, "I don't want my cum leaking out of your asshole." He pulled out slowly, watching his cock reappear.

“God damn,” Jennifer whimpered.  “I can’t believe you just made me cum by fuck me in my ass… twice. That's never happened before!”

He smirked, slapping her ass hard enough to make her yelp. “That’s because you needed the right person to give you a proper ass fucking. I do have to say, you are a great little butt slut.” 

Jennifer had no reply to that comment. 

“It’s lunchtime,” he said. “Let’s go to the kitchen and you can make me a sandwich.”

“I’m not making you a fucking sandwich,” Jennifer barked back.

“You’re going to get yourself in trouble if you keep up with that mouth,” he warned her. “Now let’s go.”

“I need to go to the bathroom and clean up a little first,” she muttered.

“Well, hurry up. I’m hungry.”

Jennifer came into the kitchen a few minutes later, freshened up. He already had a couple of sandwiches halfway made and soup heating on the stove. She smirked, “You’ll make someone a good wife someday.”

That was enough. He yanked open a drawer, grabbed a bamboo cooking spoon, then fisted the back of her hair and bent her over the bar.

Whack! The spoon cracked across her pale ass, the sound sharp in the kitchen. Again, and again, until each cheek was flushed cherry red. Jennifer screamed, yipped, twisted, dancing around to escape the sting, but he pinned her easily, raining swat after swat until her ass glowed.

When he finally stopped, he leaned over her shoulder. “Any more smart comments?”

Jennifer rubbed her ass with both hands, wincing. “No, I don’t.”

“Damn,” he smirked. “I was hoping you were a slow learner so I could beat that huge ass until it turned purple.”

They sat and ate, her face still flushed, her ass burning while she shifted uncomfortably on the bar stool. Between bites of soup, Jennifer started asking questions—about his sex life, how he became so dominant, what he’d done with other women. He answered in his blunt way, feeding her just enough detail to make her squirm, then told her, “Next time you come, you’ll get to see my playroom.”

Her brow arched. “Playroom? What’s in it?”

“You’ll find out when you come back.”

“And how do you know I’ll come back?” she challenged.

He gave her a slow grin. “Because you’ve got the ‘just had my brains fucked out’ look on your face.”

She dropped her eyes to her soup, hiding her smile.

When lunch was over, he stood and pointed to the hallway. “Get your fat ass back in the bedroom. Down on your knees.”

Without a word, Jennifer obeyed. She sank to the floor between his legs, opening her mouth as he guided his cock to her lips. She sucked him, slow at first, then deeper, working him over until his groans filled the room.

“On the bed,” he ordered. “Hands and knees.”

She climbed up, tits dangling, ass raised. He grabbed the lube, poured it generously down her crack, and greased the head of his cock. This time her asshole gave less resistance—the brutal fucking from earlier had left her stretched, gaping, hungry. He pressed in, forcing himself past her butthole until she moaned out loud.

His hands clamped her hips and he started driving, hard. Each thrust jarred her whole body, tits swinging wildly under her as she groaned into the mattress. He grabbed her short red hair, yanking her head back, forcing her spine into an arch as he plowed her married ass.

Jennifer’s voice broke into helpless cries. The wave started low in her belly, rising fast until it ripped through her, shaking her entire body. Her asshole spasmed tight around him as she came, trembling.

“Good girl,” he growled, pounding her harder. “Keep that shit up.”

He hammered her ass endlessly, sweat dripping, his balls slapping her with each brutal stroke. Finally, the pressure tore through him. He yanked her back hard, buried himself to his balls, and unleashed another flood of his semen into her ass.

His cum pumped deep, gushing inside her. He pulled out slowly, watching the mess spill out of her gaping asshole.

Afterward, they sprawled across the bed, talking idly. When he told her it was time to go home, he added, “And make sure you kiss your husband with that same mouth you just used to suck my cock.”

Jennifer rolled her eyes.

He leaned over with a grin. “Keep that shit up and I’ll get the spoon out again.”

She laughed softly, gathering her clothes, still moving gingerly with her ass sore and her tits marked from his rough hands. Dressed, she kissed his cheek, thanking him for the day.

“I can’t wait to see that playroom,” she teased.

“You’ll find out soon enough,” he said, smacking her ass one last time as she headed for the door.