She Is 7
Copyright© 2026 by RogueTen
Chapter 9
Drama Sex Story: Chapter 9 - A saintly yoga wife, her burned-out "nice guy" husband, and a creepy basement janitor slip into one messed-up loop of lust, guilt and voyeurism. This isn’t about cheating, it’s about something worse: when you suddenly realize it turns you on to see your perfect little world get dragged through the mud – and you don’t want it to stop.
Caution: This Drama Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Coercion Consensual Drunk/Drugged NonConsensual Romantic BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Cheating Cuckold Sharing Slut Wife Wife Watching Wimp Husband RAAC DomSub Humiliation Light Bond Rough Spanking Gang Bang Group Sex Swinging Interracial Black Male White Male White Female Oriental Male White Couple Anal Sex Cream Pie Double Penetration Exhibitionism Facial Fisting Masturbation Oral Sex Spitting Squirting Voyeurism Public Sex Prostitution
The next evening Ann was gone again, without warning. And the basement door was open -- but there was simply no one there.
This was the first time Omar had talked Ann into going to a hotel -- on her husband’s money. While Yuri searched for her, she lay on a hotel couch, waiting for Omar to undress.
Her ass looked so sexual ... the old man thought that this time he wanted to try driving his thick cock into that bitch’s ass. And he also thought that tomorrow he’d have a delicious breakfast, because breakfast was included in the room rate.
“Wash first. And take a condom,” Ann told him.
Omar did neither.
His father had told him: “A real man does what he wants, not what he’s obliged to. That’s the kind of man women love -- not the kind who only does what’s ‘right.’”
Everything drags behind us from long ago -- from our fathers and mothers and further still -- from grandfathers and great-grandfathers. We are marionettes in the hands of those who lived before us, and someday our children will dance on strings we ourselves have pulled taut...
... Ann came home very late. She smelled clean, fresh. She told her husband that her friend had had a fire in her apartment and she’d needed to help urgently; there hadn’t been time to answer calls.
As she said it, Ann remembered how, over the sound of Yuri’s ringing phone, she had taken Omar in the ass and groaned through clenched strain, barely holding that enormous cock inside her.
“Why did he have to come in my ass?” she thought with irritation. Her yoga-trained ass still hurt and Ann struggled to imitate a normal walk. In that “fire,” she’d been well and truly roasted.
She didn’t give her husband anything. After her first anal sex with that enormous cock, enduring another round of sex was simply impossible. Yuri was furious and wounded. He had to masturbate in the shower.
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