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Chapter 54: - Charlotte
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 54: - Charlotte - 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
My prince had come to save the day. I tried not to smile after spitting Ernie’s dick out, but I was so happy to see my Harry. He still cared. He still loved me. To be fair, he looked more like an angry bear at that moment than a prince.
“Get your fucking dick out of my bitch, asshole,” he roared. Oh my God. I was his bitch. Yeah!
Tim seemed stunned by Harry’s sudden violent arrival. He was frozen in place and looking from me to Carl and back.
“But I thought she was married to this one,” he said, pointing at my husband. Carl and I gave a synchronized shrug.
“I don’t give a fuck who she’s married to, she’s fucking mine. Now get your goddamn dick out of her, or I’m gonna rip it the fuck off!” Tim not only pulled out, but he ran out of the room. The other three guys followed him, with Mr. Jensen comically banging his walker across the room at top speed.
“Harry, I beg to differ,” Ben said. “I paid for her for the day.” Carl started to get me out of the swing and handed me a towel.
“You didn’t pay me, asshole, and you knew she was MINE,” Harry said, jamming his index finger painfully into Ben’s chest. “I told you, fucking ‘NO,’ but you fucked her anyway.”
“You were hogging the pussy, man.”
“Fuck you, Ben. I can’t believe you put our business partnership at risk. Do you want me to pull out of everything? Cause, I’ll fucking do it, asshole!”
“Harry. It’s just pussy, man.”
“I told you ‘NO.’”
“Well...”
“My lawyers will call your lawyers, asshole.”
“Harry!”
Harry picked me up and threw me into her his shoulder.
“Harry!” I shouted. “What are you doing?”
“Leaving.”
“I need my stuff.” My clothes and purse were in that locker room.
Harry snapped his fingers at a stunned Carl. “Dumbass, fetch.”
Carl ran to get my things while Harry headed for the door with my naked ass.
He carried me outside and threw me in the front seat of his truck. There is no other word for it. He was absolutely treating me like a possession.
“Harry, STOP!” He was standing outside the passenger door looking at me with a strange combination of lust and disgust.
“What?” He said angrily.
“What are you doing?”
“Leaving. I told you.”
“Do you think you should ask me if I want to leave with you?”
“Charlotte, goddammit! Do you love me or not?”
“You know I do.”
“Then why? Why would you do this?” He point at the building.
“You did not make a commitment to me, Harry. You refused. We need money for our house.”
“Do you know how hard this is for me?”
“Yes, but I don’t care. You need to show me that you are committed to me.” Carl ran to the car with my stuff and jumped in the back seat.
“What are you fucking doing dumbass?”
“I go where she goes.”
“You’re fucking pathetic.”
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