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Chapter 11: - Carl
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 11: - Carl - A young husband learns he has the power to grant permission, and his young wife learns how to take advantage of it.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Cuckold Sharing Wife Watching Group Sex Anal Sex Double Penetration Voyeurism Big Breasts
Three hours later, I am completely freaking out, wishing I had spoken up and stopped this craziness. I am watching the minutes tick down and trying to do anything to get my mind off this. It’s getting late, and I’m worried. I have not been able to concentrate on anything.
Then, my computer rings that notification alarm. It’s a video in my email, and I click on it as fast as I can. A knot began to form in my stomach. Knowing that this had already taken place, and I could not stop it made feelings of helplessness even worse.
The movie player popped up, and the screen came to life. My wife’s beautiful face is staring into the camera messing with it, and Mr. Stein is looking over her shoulder. He is standing in the middle of a room I don’t recognize. Charlotte is looking for a place to prop up the phone to record.
“What are you doing,” he says.
“We have to make a video for Carl. I told you. It’s his rule.”
“What if I don’t want to perform for Carl?” She turned to look at him.
“You have to. It’s a rule.”
“I don’t have to do anything.”
“Oh, you don’t want a blowjob then!” She pouted.
“Put the camera over there,” he ordered. “You’ll get a better angle,” he said pointing to an end table.
“So you’ll do it?” she smiled at him.
“Will I stick my big cock in your pretty little mouth? Fuck yeah. That’s why you’re here.” That’s when I noticed the tent in his pants.
“Oh goodie,” she said, bouncing with excitement. “I’m so happy.” Was she play acting, or was she just that excited to be treated like a fuck toy by this old man? How has this come full circle?
“Is it running?”
She checked the phone. “Yes, it’s recording,” she said, standing in front of him.
“So tell me why you’re here, little girl?” He grabbed her around the waist and pulled her to him.
“Why?”
“Yeah. Why did you come back to my house with me tonight?”
“To give you a blowjob?” It was a question to answer a question. Uncertainty. Unsure of herself.
He reached up and slipped the straps of her dress off her shoulders and the sheer material slid to her waist. Her perfect big tits sprung into his view. He stopped for a minute to take them in. And whistled.
A chubby hand came up and roughly grabbed her breast. A second followed, and then he had both boobs in his fat hands like a double barreled quarterback on Sunday. He tightened his hands around them.
“What are these baby?”
“My boobs.” She giggled.
“Jesus Christ, you’re built baby. Look at these fucking titties. You’re a work of art. Did you see the eyes of all the men tonight? Every single one wanted to fuck you.”
“They don’t have permission.”
“But I do.”
“Only for a blowjob, for now.”
“So there may be more?”
“I don’t know. Carl says you have to negotiate.”
His thumbs touched her nipples, rolling them, then pinching them. She gasped in surprise but did not move, as his fingertips trace the outline of her face, her neck, her breasts, and stomach.
He moved slightly away and grabbed his crotch. “You better get started with this then.”
The knot that started in my stomach when I saw the video come through in email had grown to the size of a watermelon. The mixture of jealousy and humiliation that raged through me was tampered down by pure lust. I finally admitted to myself that I wanted this. Charlotte knew it all along, but I was just figuring it out.
Way back when she had asked about cheaters, why had I mentioned him? He wasn’t even married. I knew he had a big dick and a reputation with married women. I knew he was a predator. Damn.
Charlotte just stared at the lump in his pants for a minute with lust filled eyes. Her breathing was obviously escalated. She reached forward and placed her hands on it.
“Can I see it, please? Do I have your permission?”
“You have carte blanche.”
“What is that?”
“Sorry. Forgot. It means you are free to suck my cock anytime. Help yourself.”
“Oh, Thanks.” She slipped to her knees, lifted her hands to his belt and began unbuckling. He helped her slide his pants and boxers down his fat thighs as his big hard cock sprung free.
Charlotte’s reaction was one of awe. Her mouth dropped open, and her eyes were riveted to the big phallus. She reached out and gingerly took it in her hands.
“It’s so sexy,” she said. “It’s everything Lynn said. It’s huge.” She lifted it and inspected it from various angles before wanking it slowly.
He laughed. “You are one eager little slut. You want this as much as I do,” Stein said as he grabbed the hair on the back of her neck. She looked up at him a bit scared, but also trembling with anticipation.
While holding her down by her hair, he grabbed his impressive cock and waved it at my submissive wife’s face. He rubbed the flesh of the massive cock against the side of her face. The head caressed her earlobe, then moved across her chin and down her neck, leaving a nearly invisible trace of moisture.
Then he does what she has dreamed about, when he slapped her cheek with the big dick, first one side, then the other. She does not try to move away, but actually moved her face toward the assault.
“You like my cock slapping your face, don’t you?”
“Yyyeeessss,” she hisses out. “Ohhhh mmmyyyyyyy gggoooooddddd. Sssooooo sseeeexxxyyyy.” He kept cock whipping her face while talking to her.
“You’re gonna suck my cock now slut. I wanna see you take it deep in you’re fucking throat. I want you to gag on it like the pretty whore you are.”
She looks so excited, half naked, turned on, and enlivened by the moment.
“Open your mouth whore, so I can fuck it.”
She obeyed, allowing the rod of warm flesh to slide on her tongue, the cock head already wet at the tip with precum. He grabbed her hair harder and guided her head as she dutifully sucked on the strange meat.
“God damn,” Stein says, “What a sweet mouth. Just let go of the muscles in you neck.” He showed her what he wanted.
“That’s right. Just let me move your head back and forth as I fuck it. Good girl. You just concentrate on sucking it as deep as you can. That’s right. Good girl. Smart little girl.”
He started pounding the back of her throat with that pile driver for what seemed like an eternity. She was gagging and pulling off his cock every minute or so and gasping for air.
A sound I’ve only heard in porn movies came from deep in her throat, “Glug, Glug, Glug.” He’s pushing that dick down her throat.
Drool was leaking out around his cock and running down her chin and onto her tits. He pulled out and slapped his wet cock all over her face making loud splats causing her to moan loudly.
“Come on, bitch,” he said, moving toward the living room and dragging her along on the floor behind him. “I want to sit down and watch you gag on my dick.” She crawled on hands and knees with him toward the sofa. He walked her like a dog and stroked that big cock all the way.
When he sat in the sofa, Charlotte got between his chubby legs and looked up at his cock admiringly with bright, penetrating eyes.
“Well let’s go, slut!” he grinned. “Do what you were made for. I saw it the first time I met you.”
He grabbed her by her hair again and pulled it, hard. She cried out in pain and at that moment, he rammed his prick deep into her mouth. He began to violently fuck her face.
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