Carousel of Sinful Pleasures
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Chapter 5: Hank Discovers April’s Photo’s - April Goes to a Male Strip Club
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 5: Hank Discovers April’s Photo’s - April Goes to a Male Strip Club - Wife and husband gets sucked into a hotel's sinful pleasures.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mult Blackmail Consensual Fiction Slut Wife BDSM DomSub FemaleDom Humiliation Rough Spanking Gang Bang Group Sex Interracial Black Male White Female Anal Sex Analingus Double Penetration Exhibitionism Facial Fisting Oral Sex Sex Toys Squirting Tit-Fucking Public Sex
The following morning April woke earlier than usual. Laying on her side facing Hank’s back, she was listening to his soft snoring. He lay almost lifeless on the opposite side of the bed. On any other morning, she’d be sucking on Hank’s cock as a good morning wake up call. Not this morning however.
She knew he must have had a few too many drinks during his poker game. He wasn’t usually one who snored, unless he drank heavily the night before. He wasn’t a heavy sleeper like she was, even after getting tipsy, but she decided to let him sleep all the same anyway.
Her entire body had a dull ache and she could tell from the tenderness, her pussy had been used hard. Her tender lips were sore, still slightly puffed and swollen after the rough night of being put through the wringer. April really needed a rest just to recuperate. She didn’t question her good fortune, and eagerly agreed when Henry told her that her pussy would be getting a break from the Prince over the next few days. He said something had to be worked out prior to the next role-play.
Men! Why can’t they say what they mean? Say it’s a fuck fest, seven on one gangbang, say anything but besides it being a role-play. So adolescent.
April had thought to herself, why couldn’t the fucking Prince be satisfied with just fucking her, pull a train on her even. No! Not this prick. This piece of shit got his rocks off humiliating her instead, with as much kinky shit he could think of. And the crazy thing was ... she loved it.
April recalled how she’d been fucked in every imaginable position they could think of ... and even some she’d never imagined possible in her wildest dreams. Was she always this kinky, and had never realized it until now? What would Hank say, or do if he knew? Would it excite him or turn him against her? April couldn’t bear the thought of losing Hank. However, now wasn’t the time to try and explain or try to convince him she still loved him so much. It wasn’t the time to explain just how his kinky wife loved being a submissive slut and roughly be sexually dominated.
Suddenly, April felt her cheeks blush. She remembered thinking how could anyone’s arm go so deep inside someone’s ass, especially when the mystery woman had her arm buried up inside hers.
April felt her sore nipples harden while feeling an unmistakable wetness between her thighs. She shuddered slightly. Just thinking about it again was making her body respond in a heated manner, making her squeeze her thighs tightly together. Moaning softly.
“What the fuck is the matter with me?” April asked herself in a low whimper.
She groaned softly and closed her eyes tightly, attempting to black her thoughts out, dismiss those desires of her wanton lust she felt deep within her groin. She couldn’t get the thought of her debauchery off her mind. Those images played vividly over and over. Her sucking, fucking and swallowing cock after thick cock. It all cascaded in her mind like a deck of cards in her endorphin filled brain, pushing her, forcing her to accept the challenge. It felt as if her sex filled brain was daring her to accept it with abandonment. And she did just that, disregarding her moral compass. April didn’t hold anything back, nor did she have a desire to.
Remembering how the mystery woman’s slender arm felt, the way she fucked her ass with that huge strap-on dildo, the comment she had made when she gaped her. It was so delightfully hot and pornographically wonderful. April shuddered thinking about how her closed hand twisted; pushed inside her, how it had opened her, stretching her sphincter wider and wider until she had her fist buried deep inside her anal cavity. Watching as her stomach bulged outward on each inward powerful thrusting of her arm.
Hearing the mystery woman announcing numbers, as if she was in a Bingo hall somewhere. She remembered how intense the entire situation had felt to her, after hearing how her arm was up to her elbow inside her ass. That feeling ... so obscene, a complete fullness, nothing like she’d ever experienced before.
Feeling wave after wave of the most unforgettable; mind shattering, powerful orgasm crashing against her jerking spasmodic body almost non-stop. April had become semi-conscious of her surroundings. She had blocked everything else out from her mind while acting like a woman totally possessed, moving herself roughly back and forth, faster, harder wanting to wreck her own ass as she fucked back against her slimy slick coated arm. She wanted to please not just herself, but also the mystery woman, and especially please those watching her debase herself while being sodomized by this insane sex act itself.
She never imagined in a million years that she’d be able to take such massive cocks either. April was totally amazed at herself when she was taking two of the men’s huge cocks in her once tight vagina, at the same time.
However great it felt then, now she’s feeling the after effects; the almost painful soreness from the stretching, her pussy’s puffiness from the rough pounding her body had endured. But currently, what’s so shocking to April is now at the same time, she feels that excitement returning. That same sexual tension building deep in her groin once again. Feeling that unmistakable wetness from her pussy is now also a testament. A testament to her new awakening. All these raw feelings as her mind takes her back there, remanence of the blissful pleasures all of them undoubtedly gave her.
Her body tells her it wants more, sending those signals directly to her breast, to her erect nipples, down to her hard moist tingling clitoris, while her mind is trying to rationalize those same feelings she’s now having. She starts to slowly play with her clit, rubbing it around in small circles with her middle and forefinger on her left hand, using her palm to push hard against the hood, catching her clit tucked away inside it.
“Awww, get a grasp of yourself,” she softly moaned, “before you wake your husband.” April said to herself, while jerking her hand from between her legs.
She recalls the way her body seemed to just go fluid. The way she felt, it almost seemed her body had just melted on top of the large men who were rotating beneath her. The way she was sandwiched between the men, how she accommodated two large black cocks in her stretched cunt, while at the same time another man was ramming his black cock hard and deep inside her ass.
It was ridiculously insane. And to add icing to her degradation, she was taking them as she was force fed the two horse-men’s black monsters, first one then the other. Forced to swallow them until her nose was pushed against their large abdomen. Each time the man bottomed out in her ass, his large hand pushed the back of her head forward forcing her to deep throat one of the horse-men’s massive thick black cocks.
What the fuck has gotten into her she wondered? How has she become so insatiable, so slutty? She was acting like a deprived whore that was begging for her next orgasm, and it didn’t matter who gave it to her.
Five of the biggest black and pure masculine male cum producing “nigga cocks” as they called them, all taking her to new sexual heights giving her the best fuck of her life. If she lived to be a hundred years old, she’d never forget how they made her cum and squirt as they were exercising total male dominance over her body. She could still smell them, imagine them fucking her, their strong hard black bodies dark contrast against her white tanned and toned skin.
‘Truly, a jungle fucking for the record books.’ She thought to herself and smiled.
Luckily, their bathroom was equipped with a bidet toilet, and she put it to very good use earlier. It took almost ten minutes to thoroughly clean all their cum from her non-stop leaking sore pussy and ass. She never thought she’d get her ass totally emptied of their cum either. She wondered just how much cum washed from both her holes. In addition, washing off the cum they all had painted her body with, all the cum she had swallowed, now made her wonder if that’s the real reason they call some black men bulls. She thought that their large nuts would never empty all their seed. As soon as she’d drain one, he’d be back in less than half an hour, feeding her more.
She slowly and quietly rolled from their bed being careful not to wake her husband. April walked to the bathroom to indulge herself in a hot shower, feeling how wet she suddenly became. She wanted to pamper her over fucked and very used body. She couldn’t help but wonder what would Hank, or her family, think if any of them knew about her misgivings in her marriage. She brushed that thought aside quickly while squaring it to herself. All of what she was doing was for a good reason. Period.
As she looked at her naked body in the mirror she smiled back at herself, wondering just how many times she’d had a cock in her mouth, up her ass, and in her soaking wet pussy all at the same time.
Sometimes taking two black cocks double penetrating either her ass, or her pussy. No hole was given quarters or left unused for very long. Over and over again. She felt drained, but deeply satisfied.
She remembered when the Russian Dom dropped her thick load into the mystery woman’s pussy. Shortly afterward, for the first time of her life, she was licking and sucking all the Dom’s cum out of another woman’s hairy cunt.
Thinking to herself, she rather enjoyed eating the mystery woman’s hairy pussy. Not that she’d eaten a shaved one before, but this just seemed more natural. It tasted sweet and so fucking wet ... well it did before the cum was fucked into it. Then it was all matted and sticky and ... yes, she ate her cream pied cunt with a satisfying vigor.
“Who knew pussy would taste so good,” she said out loud, smiling to herself. “I wouldn’t mind eating her pussy again.”
Of course April wasn’t aware that she was still being spied on by both JP and Henry. They had watched her slowly rise from bed, walk naked to the shower, and heard her talking to herself about eating pussy. While standing straight under the water, they watched and heard her moan as the warm water hit the top of her head. They both took in a sudden breath of air and didn’t exhale while watching the water run down her breast, over her rock hard nipples, watched as a large stream ran between those gorgeous perky globes of tit flesh, past her navel and over her swollen cunt before releasing the air trapped in their lungs.
“Fuck! What. A. Woman.” JP stated loudly, “I could keep that slut busy all day long.”
“I know exactly what you mean boss,” Henry answered, shaking his head in agreement.
“April is defiant in her own way, when she thinks how the fake Prince is controlling her, yet she becomes submissive almost immediately when anyone exerts their dominance over her. She’s a different breed of woman for sure.” answered JP.
“Absolutely, she can flip that switch quickly,” stated Henry, “not to mention she’s one of the best cock suckers I’ve seen in a while.”
JP replied, “It’s amazing how she swallowed those two big horsemen’s cocks in her throat like that.”
JP was about to say something else when a phone rang inside the couples room. It rang until on the fourth ring Hank raised his head and looked around. He noticed April wasn’t in bed, so he rolled himself over, reached for her phone and answered it.
“Hello,” answered Hank, “oh, hi Toni. What’s up?” he said, rubbing his eyes.
“Hello there Hank, is April around? I’m sorry to disturb you guys, but I can’t find the picture April sent me on the material she had requested for that new home office she’d been working on recently. May I speak with her please?” Toni asked.
“She’s in the shower Toni.” Hank managed to say, with his dry mouth.
Toni replied, “Then would you be a dear and resend it please?”
“Yeah, sure, no problem. Just give me a sec.” Hank acknowledged, while closing his eyes and rubbing his temple in a circular motion.
“Thanks sweetie, hope you both are having fun,” answered Toni.
Silence...
“Hank, are you still there? Did you find the picture I need?”
“Sure, ummm ... just now found it. Toni, it should be on the way.” Hank answered back.
“Got it. Thanks, you’re a doll Hank. You guys have fun and hurry home, and give my love to April, will you?” Toni stated.
“Sure thing Toni.” Hank softly said, before disconnecting the call.
Oddly, the two men watched Hank as he kept fingering April’s phone screen up and down, pinching the screen to expand whatever he was looking at. Hank was wide awake now, and whatever he was looking at certainly had his undivided attention.
“Fuck!” Hank said, in an excited higher pitched tone. When did, I mean ... why was she ... Hank stuttered, before he heard the bathroom door start to open.
“Hank, are you awake sweetheart? April asked, stepping into the doorway with a towel wrapped around her body, while bent over with another towel wrapped around her head.
“Yes, I am now.” Hank managed to say.
“I thought I heard you talking?” she asked casually, as she was rubbing her hair briskly inside the towel to get it dry.
Before April had entered the room, Hank had already sent all photos to his phone, deleted the history and was laying April’s phone back where it was, before he was awakened by its ringing.
“Tori just called. She was just checking up on us to make sure we were enjoying ourselves. She sends her love to you.” Answered Hank.
“Awww ... how sweet of her. I’ll need to bring her something back to give her when we get home. I’ll be done here in a few.” April replied back, stepping back inside the bathroom as she closed the door.
Hank’s mind was in hyper-drive. His dick felt like one of those stone monuments you’d see on the History channel. It felt like the veins on his cock were about to explode. What had he just witnessed on his wife’s phone? He reached over, grabbed his shorts and slid them on to help hide his engorged cock.
Those photos. Those so, so provocative sexy pornographic photos of his wife. ‘Wait’ ... he thought out loud to himself, those were mostly selfies. April had taken them when they were sight seeing. Each new picture was riskier than the last. It was evident that she was turned on, wearing a small G-string that slid deep between her very moist cunt lips.
But, then the cock. A thick black cock was laying across her ass as she looked back smiling. Her pussy just beneath that heavy looking shiny black slab of meat. One picture had the man’s face cheek pressed against her tan ass. You could see an object protruding from where her asshole should be, slightly covered by her G-string. The large Black man’s mouth was close enough to lick her slit, with his huge pink wet tongue sticking out his mouth...
What the hell was this collage of intimate pictures all about? But more importantly, why did she send them all to Henry’s email? Hank continued talking to himself out loud. With added interest both Henry and JP moved just a bit closer to the computer screen that was showing the room’s full view.
“He knows now.” Henry stated.
Hank was wondering to himself, how could he approach his wife about what he’d accidentally ... for lack of a better word, ‘uncovered’ on her phone. She looked like she was really into it, enjoying herself while the black man was taking close up pictures. Bending all the way over, touching her toes with her legs spread so wide. What had his wife really been up to all this time, while they were there in New Orleans?
Those poses showed her entire tanned uncovered ass, her muscular toned legs that went down to her ankles. You could see how her pussy was glistening, publicly exposing herself and what looked like an emerald colored base of one of those ass plugs protruding from her puckered asshole. What happened to ‘a girl needing to keep her dignity’ Hank said out loud. April has never let him do any ass play, and yet here she was, out in public with some black man allowing herself to be photographed in this manner while having a toy up her ass.
Who was this magnificent sexy woman? What had she done with his wife? April seemed to have a kinky side she’s kept hidden away. A side he never knew she’d had until now. A raunchy and sexily scandalous side of her. And he loved what he’d discovered.
Now, asking himself loud enough the men could plainly hear, “Was she taking those sexy photos to surprise me later? No. That can’t be why, because she’s sending them to Henry. Huh, maybe I need to get them together somehow, see just how far she’s willing to take this. Is he already fucking her? Or, is she fucking him, would be the better question?”
Smiling to himself Hank got out of bed, noticing his shorts did very little to hide his erection tenting the front of them. He opened his phone and scrolled over the photos he’d just sent to himself from April’s phone, letting out a sigh as he squeezed and slowly stroked his hard cock through his shorts.
“Damn, look at that big black cock just laying across her ass. What’s the connection between this guy, Henry and April? I wonder if she touched it. Did she suck his cock? Did he put the toy in her ass, or did she do it herself? Did the black guy fuck her? I think if he did, he’d stretched her out for sure, pounding that big slab of meat in her tight little cunt.”
“Maybe there’s a way...” Hank didn’t get to finish his sentence before hearing April opening the door.
She was wearing a small pink pair of booty shorts that advertised a perfect fat camel toe, with a sleeveless unbuttoned white shirt that she tied in a knot at the front. With no bra, the shirt left nothing to the imagination as it clearly outlined her perky breast and those hard nipples poking against the soft material. April had figured she’d dress this way to get Hank so aroused and she’d just give him a quick blow job. This way, she could avoid trying to explain why her pussy was still swollen.
“Ummm, just happy to see me, or did someone steal a summer sausage from a deli?” April grinned, while smiling down at Hank’s erection.
Grinning from ear to ear, Hank smiled while looking down at the obvious tent in his shorts. “Well, I think you hurt someone’s feelings this morning Mrs. Rawlings. You need to make it up to him, being you didn’t say good morning to him your usual way.”
While falling to her knees in front of Hank, she replied, “Oh, I’m so sorry little man.” After giving his cock a kiss through his shorts. She slowly pulled Hank’s shorts down to his feet, never letting her eyes stray from the sight of his very rigid cock. April seductively asked, “What shall you have me do to get back in your good graces?”
Hank took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled through his nostrils, before saying, “well, for starters, you need to kiss him. Then, you need to let him look inside your mouth with his one good eye.”
“In my mouth! April asked, in a teasing shocking manner as she covered her mouth with her hand.
“Yes, in your mouth,” he answered.
“But, what is it exactly that he’s looking for ... in my mouth?” She asked playfully, as she started gently rubbing Hank’s scrotum, squeezing them, pulling slightly downward on both of his balls.
“All I can say is he’ll know when he finds it I suppose. Now, open that mouth wide Mrs. Rawlings!” Hank said rather loudly.
Unexpectedly, Hank grabbed a handful of April’s tied up pony tail pulling her head back, almost automatically causing her mouth to open. Without the slightest reservations, Hank shoved his hard throbbing cock in her wide open mouth.
“Ugh! Ugh! April groaned around his cock. She was also asking herself where did this come from? Hank had never been so rough, so powerful in forcing her to take his cock this way. It was as if he was possessed, a wild man who made it his duty to man-handle her.
After a few minutes of roughly face fucking her mouth, he released her just long enough to get her positioned on her back, across the bed. It was all happening so fast. She wasn’t sure if she was being obedient or following her own desire to be taken this way. This position had her head hanging off the edge as she was looking up in astonishment at Hank. What had gotten into her gentle husband, the man who always asked her if she wanted sex a certain way. April snapped out of whatever trance-like state her mind was temporarily in, as he roughly grabbed a handful of her pussy, her slightly swollen, sore and very used pussy as he squeezed hard.
“Oh fuck,” she groaned, “what the fu...?”
April then gagged from the unexpected force as the head of Hank’s cock pushed inside her open mouth, past the opening of her throat, stretching it before halting just inside her throat. She felt his ball sack smash against her nostrils, his cock seemed to be thicker than what she remembered, but it was definitely harder than anytime in the past. She could tell Hank was so aroused and in total control.
Suddenly, she could breathe once again, but only for a very brief moment before he filled her mouth and throat again with his slime coated cock. After what seemed like an eternity, April found herself sputtering. Her spittle had now become thick slimy stands clinging to Hank’s cock, and sticking to her chin. Some was leaking from around her lips as he roughly forced his cock in and out of her throat. Her throat slime was as thick as snot. It was running over her beautiful face as suspended strands were clinking to her cheeks before slowly dropping to the floor.
“Mmmm, mmmm,” she moaned, “Ummm, ummm.” April continued her moaning while grabbing Hank’s ass and pulling him harder against her stretched open lips. Encouraging him to fuck her harder, faster and deeper.
Hank had begun slapping April’s pussy through her tiny tight shorts. His initial slaps were mild, then the slaps increased to a much harder, much faster slapping across her very pronounced camel toed pussy lips. Suddenly. he reached down with both hands and aggressively pulled her shorts hard, so hard the material had forced her lips apart as it sunk deep between the folds of her wet cunt.
April’s legs kicked outward, then she opened her legs wider, mostly trying to relieve some of the cloth’s tension pulling against her previously swollen and battered pussy.
Hank noticed how red and swollen her pussy was becoming from what he assumed was his rough treatment. With a somewhat sadistic grin, he slapped her pussy again, this time directly on her swollen clit. He remembered the sex goddess in the dungeon, the mechanical paddles slapping her cunt, making her squirm after each strike ... he slapped April’s clit again for the same effect.
“Ughh! Ughh! Ughh!” April groaned, while instinctively raising her hips to meet each of his tortuous palm slaps directly across her very sensitive clit.