Training Marco
Copyright© 2026 by Deckhard
Chapter 7
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 7 - Desperate for a job, Marco is hired by the captivating Ellie and finds himself drawn into her marriage with the confident Frank. Trapped between Ellie's seduction and Frank's unsettling attention, Marco discovers desires he never knew he had. In a world with no rules, he must decide what he truly wants before he loses himself completely.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/Ma Consensual BiSexual Group Sex Spitting
# The Door
Ellie got on the bed on her hands and knees.
She looked back at Marco over her shoulder, her dark hair falling across her face, her ass raised and waiting. The sarong was gone, and her body was on full display. The curve of her spine, the swell of her hips, the smooth skin of her back.
Marco didn’t need to be told what to do.
He got behind her and grabbed her waist. Her skin was warm under his hands, soft but firm. He could feel the muscle underneath. She worked out. Took care of herself. It showed.
He pushed inside her.
She was still wet, still hot. His cock slid in easy, and she gasped and pushed back against him, taking him deep. He started moving, slow at first, watching himself go into her, watching the way her body opened for him.
Her ass was perfect. Round and full, soft to the touch but firm when he squeezed it. He couldn’t stop looking at it. The way it bounced every time he thrust into her. The way her skin rippled when his hips met hers. The small of her back, the dimples above her ass, the way her waist curved in and then flared out again.
He fucked her harder. His hands gripped her hips, pulling her back onto his cock, and she moaned, low and deep. The sound of it went straight to his balls.
“Harder,” she said. “Fuck me harder.”
He did. He drove into her, and the sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, wet and obscene. Her moans got louder. He could feel her pussy clenching around him, squeezing him, and it was so good, so fucking good.
He looked down at her body. The way her back arched, the way her shoulders tensed, the way her arms shook as she held herself up. Her skin was flushed, pink and warm, and there was a sheen of sweat on her lower back. He leaned down and kissed it, tasted the salt of her, and she whimpered.
“Stop, honey.” She turned to look at him. Her face was flushed, her lips swollen, her eyes dark and wanting. “I want to see your face. I want to see your face, beautiful boy.”
She rolled onto her back and opened her arms. “Fuck me. Like the first time.”
Marco moved between her legs. He looked down at her, at her face, at her body spread out beneath him, and he felt something twist in his chest. She was so beautiful. So fucking beautiful.
He pushed inside her.
Her strong legs wrapped around his waist, and she pulled him close. He started moving. Slow at first. Deep. Watching her face as he fucked her, watching her eyes close and her mouth open and her breath come faster.
“That’s it,” she whispered. “That’s it, baby. Just like that.”
He kissed her. Her mouth, her neck, her jaw. His hips moved faster, and she met him thrust for thrust, and the bed was creaking under them, and the sound of it was obscene and perfect.
He was lost in her. Lost in the heat and the wetness and the way she felt around him. Lost in her face, her voice, her body. He didn’t hear the car pull up. Didn’t hear the front door open. Didn’t hear the footsteps on the stairs.
Then the bedroom door opened.
Marco’s head snapped up.
Frank was standing in the doorway. Leaning against the frame, arms crossed, that easy half-smile on his face. Like he’d just come home from work and found them on the couch. Like this was nothing.
Marco panicked.
He tried to pull out, tried to scramble backward, but Ellie’s legs locked around his waist. Tight. Iron-strong. Her hands came up and grabbed his shoulders, holding him in place, keeping him steady.
“Ellie,” he gasped. “Frank’s...”
“I know, baby.” Her voice was calm. Almost lazy. “I know. Stay still.”
Frank walked into the room. Slow. Unhurried. He came to the side of the bed and looked down at Ellie, at Marco, at the place where their bodies were still joined.
“You enjoying yourself?”
Ellie nodded. Just a small movement, her dark hair shifting on the pillow. Her eyes were half-closed, her lips curved in that knowing smile. She didn’t look embarrassed. Didn’t look guilty. Didn’t look like a woman who’d been caught.
She looked satisfied.
Frank’s gaze moved to Marco. Marco was frozen, his body rigid, his cock still inside Ellie, his heart hammering so hard he could hear it in his ears.
He’d been expecting this. Maybe not consciously, but somewhere in the back of his mind, he’d known this would happen. Frank would come home. Frank would find them. Frank would do something.
He didn’t know what. But he wasn’t scared.
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