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My name is Laura. I’m 35 years old, and until a few months ago, my life was the perfect definition of “normal” Married to Diego for twelve years, mother of two beautiful children, a lovely house in the suburbs, and a stable job as a graphic designer. Sexually, we were… correct. Twice a week, always in bed, lights off, missionary position, a few kisses, and done. Sometimes I came, sometimes I didn’t. I never complained. I thought that was what marriage was. Diego is Handsome, tall, blonde hair and green eyes, he stills go to the Gym... in my case is another story, but my big tits and my fat ass, make me look still sexy.

But everything changed with one message.

It was a Wednesday night. Diego was on the couch watching a game, and I was checking my phone in bed. Children sleeping already, An unknown number texted me:

Unknown:
Hey… that white blouse you were wearing at the supermarket today would look much better on the floor of my house.

I froze. How did he know what blouse I was wearing? That day I had gone to the supermarket in a tight white blouse that clearly showed off my large breasts (I have natural 40G tits, heavy and impossible to hide). I blocked the number immediately.

But the next day, he wrote from another number:

Unknown:
Don’t block me, Laura. I just want to tell you the truth. You have a body that drives any man crazy. Those tits… that ass… they deserve to be fucked properly.

My hands trembled. How did he know my name? I blocked that number too.

Over the following weeks, the messages kept coming from different numbers. Some were soft, almost poetic. Others were direct and filthy. He told me how he imagined sucking my tits, how he wanted to put me on all fours and fuck me until I screamed. He described in detail what he would do to my mouth, my pussy, my ass. I read them in secret, heart racing, panties soaked. I never replied… until one night when I had a big fight with Diego.

My husband came home late, tired, and when I tried to get close, he said “I’m not in the mood” in an unnecessarily harsh way. He grabbed his pillow and a blanket and went to sleep on the sofa without even kissing me. I stayed alone in bed, my heart heavy. I was hormonal that day, sensitive, and his rejection hit me like a slap. I felt ugly, unwanted, invisible. I cried silently until I fell asleep. Maybe Diego deserves a prettier Wife, a better one to match with him.

At 1:47 a.m., my phone vibrated on the nightstand.

Unknown:
I know you’re crying in bed. I know your husband rejected you again. I would know exactly what to do with that body of yours.

For the first time, I replied:

Me:
Who are you? How do you know all this?

Unknown:
I’m someone who has been watching you for months. Someone who notices how you walk, how your tits move when you breathe, how you squeeze your thighs when you’re horny. Do you want to keep pretending you’re happy, or do you want me to tell you what you really deserve?

That night we chatted until four in the morning. I told him things I had never told anyone: that I felt invisible, that my husband had rejected me several times, that I fantasized about being taken roughly by a stranger. He listened, teased me, and gently dominated me through messages.

The following months were a slow, delicious torture.

Every time I argued with Diego or felt lonely, I wrote to him. He replied with the perfect mix of affection and dominance. He told me what underwear to wear, when to touch myself, how to do it. He ordered me to masturbate thinking of him and send him audios moaning his fake name: “Sir X” I obeyed. He drove me crazy.

Meanwhile, at home, Diego became more distant. He came home late, said he had a lot of work, that he was tired. He barely touched me. I felt more and more frustrated and wetter because of the stranger’s messages.

Finally, after almost four months, I agreed to meet him.

Unknown:
Hotel Imperial, Room 412. Friday at 9 pm. Go in, turn off the lights, put on the blindfold you’ll find on the bed, and wait for me on your knees. Don’t say a word. If you want to stop at any moment, say “red” Are you sure?

Me:
Yes… I’m sure.

I arrived at the hotel trembling. I put on the black blindfold that was on the bed, knelt in the center of the room, and waited. My heart was beating so hard I thought it would burst out of my chest.

I heard the door open. Footsteps. The sound of clothes falling. Then silence.

Large, warm hands touched my shoulders. They slid down my arms. They lifted me slowly. I felt a strong body behind me. He smelled of expensive cologne and pure man. He slowly pulled my dress down, leaving my enormous breasts exposed. He grabbed them firmly from behind, lifted them, squeezed them. He kissed my neck, my weak spot, and it surprised me that he started there…

“I love your fat tits” he whispered in a deliberately distorted voice, which only turned me on more. I had no idea who was touching me.

He pinched my nipples hard while continuing to suck on my neck. I moaned softly. He pulled my panties down and shoved two fingers into my soaked pussy.

“You’re dripping, you slut… you’ve been getting wet for months for a stranger”

He started stroking my clit gently, making me beg for his cock. But he told me I had to earn it, so he made me kneel again and put his cock in my mouth. I didn’t need instructions.. I already knew what to do. It was big and thick, but I was used to that size; my husband also had a big cock. At one point he said “stop”… and pushed me onto the bed, put me on all fours, and penetrated me with one brutal thrust. I screamed. It felt so hard. He fucked me like an animal. The room became a symphony of sounds: his guttural noises, my uncontrolled screams begging for more, my moans, his balls slapping against my ass, the hard spanks that stung my skin, but that pain felt delicious. He pulled my hair and spoke in that fake voice, saying my pussy felt incredible, that he loved how I squeezed him, that he adored my big heavy tits and my fat ass.

I came twice before he flipped me onto my back. He spread my legs and fucked me while I still couldn’t see him. Not knowing who was fucking me gave me an adrenaline rush, but at the same time, his dominant way made me tremble... a real alpha male turning me into his whore, his and no one else’s. He choked me gently while thrusting deep. That sensation was exquisite. Everything was new, perverse, but so exciting!

“Tonight you’re going to give me something you’ve never given your husband” he growled.

I felt him pour cold lube on my ass and then the head of his cock pressing against my hole. I tried to stop him for a second, but he held me. For a moment I thought of Diego and realized I was going too far, but something inside me pushed me to continue.

“Relax… I’m going to fuck your ass for the first time. And you’re going to cum while I do it. You want this, just don’t be afraid”

He entered slowly, inch by inch. It hurt, but it was a pleasurable pain. When he was fully inside, he started moving. First slow, so my ass could adjust, then faster. He fucked my ass hard while circling my clit with his fingers. I lost count of how many times I came. But at the end, I had one so intense I felt like I was going to pass out. I soaked the hotel sheets.. a powerful squirt shot out of my pussy at the climax. I had never done that before, but I had never let myself go like that.

He came inside my ass with a deep growl, filling me with hot cum.

When he finished, he asked if I felt satisfied. I was in heaven and only whispered “yes…” Then he said, in his normal voice, and my heart skipped a beat:

“It’s time for you to know who I am.” He removed the blindfold that had completely blocked my vision.

It was Diego. My husband.

I stared at him in disbelief, tears in my eyes.

“I wanted to give you the fantasy you once told me about” he said softly. “I wanted you to feel what it’s like to be fucked by a stranger… but to have it be me giving you everything you deserve”

He kissed me with tenderness and passion at the same time.

That night we stayed at the hotel (my mom had the kids) and fucked like animals until dawn. He fucked my pussy, my mouth, and my ass again. He made me scream his name while filling me in every hole. The next day my whole body hurt and I could barely sit, but I was happy. Now, yes, our marriage was as perfect as it looked from the outside.

Since then, our sex life is completely different. Diego dominates me, degrades me, uses me… and I enjoy it like never before. Sometimes we still play the stranger game, I call him Mister X. Other times he fucks me as my loving and wild husband.

I had never been so happy.

And it all started with an anonymous message… from my own husband.

My name is Laura. I’m thirty-two years old and I’ve been married for eight years to a good man who barely touches me anymore.

That night, in the bar of the hotel where I was staying for work, I knew I was going to do something crazy. I wanted the thrill of cheating on my husband. So I dressed in clothes I would never normally wear, ones I had bought specifically for that night. Being far from home gave me the perfect opportunity to be myself without witnesses or consequences. For one night, I could escape the boring “perfect wife” role… even if that wife was badly fucked and unhappy.

I found exactly what I was looking for.

I saw him at the bar. Tall, wearing a well-cut dark suit, with three-day stubble and a look in his eyes that promised he would fuck me like the dirty whore I wanted to be... even before I said a single word. I knew his name was Diego… I had overheard him sending a voice note saying he was planning to find someone to share his hotel room with, since his company was paying for it. We were both there for the same conference. He was also married. I noticed the ring on his finger… and instead of feeling guilty, I got even wetter. It was the perfect crime... he wouldn’t want anyone to find out either.

I sat two stools away, crossed my legs so my black skirt rode up my soft, thick thighs, and ordered a gin and tonic. I felt his eyes burning on my skin.

“Alone?” he asked in a deep, hoarse voice as he approached.

“For now” I answered with an innocent smile, even though my eyes were already undressing him.

We talked for a while… about everything and nothing. Work, the city, how boring conferences are. He worked at a branch on the other side of the country. Everything was perfect. He was thirty-six and had only been married for two years. I thought it was pretty doggish of him to already be looking to fuck someone else so soon, but honestly, it worked in my favor. That night I wanted a real cock in all my holes.

The conversation quickly turned dirty. I laughed softly, bit my lip, and leaned forward so he could see how my big, heavy tits pressed together in my white blouse. I was flirty, confident… and the drinks were making me more and more uninhibited. There was nothing to lose. No one would ever know.

“You look like a good girl” he said suddenly, staring at my mouth. “But I bet you’re not as innocent as you seem”

I laughed softly and looked down, pretending to be shy. “Maybe I’m really good at pretending…”

Diego moved closer. His knee brushed against mine. I felt the heat of his body and a shiver ran down my spine.

“What if you stop pretending tonight?” he whispered in my ear.

My breathing quickened. I felt my clit throbbing under my soaked thong. “I’m married…” I murmured, but my voice sounded more like an invitation than a rejection.

“So am I. But if it doesn’t bother you, it doesn’t bother me…”

He paid for the drinks, took me by the hand, and led me to the elevator. As soon as the doors closed, he pushed me against the wall and kissed me hungrily. His tongue invaded my mouth, dominating me. I moaned against his lips while his hands went straight to my ass, squeezing it hard and spreading my cheeks over the skirt.

“You want me to fuck you hard, don’t you, mami?” he growled, biting my neck.

“Yes…” I confessed between gasps. “I’ve spent years behaving… but tonight I want to be a whore. I want you to fuck all my holes and fill them with your cum”

We almost ran into his room. As soon as he closed the door, he threw me onto the bed. I stayed there looking at him with big, innocent eyes, but with my legs slightly open. Diego slowly took off his shirt, revealing a broad, toned chest. He approached and spread my legs with his knees.

“Look how you’re trembling… so innocent on the outside” he said as he pushed my skirt up to my waist. “But you’re already dripping”

He ran two fingers over my thong and felt how soaked I was. He ripped it off with one tug. I was completely exposed: my shaved, swollen, glistening pussy. Diego spat directly on my clit. The heat of his saliva made me moan loudly.

“Spread your legs wider, slut”

I obeyed instantly. I loved him talking to me like that. I felt dirty, desired, and free.

He knelt between my thighs and devoured me. His thick tongue licked from my asshole to my clit, sucking hard, shoving two thick fingers inside me while biting my lips. I writhed, pulling his hair and moaning like a bitch in heat.

“Diego… please…” I begged.

“Please what? Say it”

“Fuck me… I want your hard cock inside me”

He stood up, dropped his pants, and I saw it. Thick, veiny, with a swollen, shiny head. He made me get on my knees on the bed and grabbed me by the hair.

“First you’re going to suck it like the whore you are”

I opened my mouth obediently. He shoved it all the way down my throat. I felt it filling me, choking me. Tears ran down my cheeks but I didn’t pull away. He fucked my mouth hard, spitting on my face as he thrust in and out.

“Look how pretty your innocent little face looks covered in spit…” he growled.

Then he threw me on my back, spread my legs wide, and penetrated me with one brutal thrust. I screamed. His cock stretched me completely, hitting every inch. He started fucking me hard and deep, slamming against my cervix with every stroke.

“Yes! Like that! Harder!” I screamed, completely lost.

He slapped me across the face... not too hard, but enough to turn me on even more. Then he pulled my tits out over my blouse. They were big, heavy, with dark, hard nipples. He spat between them and slid his cock in.

“Give me a titfuck, mamacita. Squeeze those big tits around my cock”

I pressed my breasts together while he fucked them. The head of his dick hit my lips every time he thrust up. I stuck my tongue out to lick it as it passed. It was dirty, delicious, perverted.

“You’re such a whore… look how much you love being used” he said between grunts.

He put me on all fours, gave me several hard spanks until my ass cheeks were red. He spat on my asshole and shoved two fingers inside while still fucking my pussy. The double penetration drove me crazy.

“I’m going to cum… please…” I begged.

“Not yet. Tonight you’re mine”

He fucked me like an animal from behind, pulling my hair, calling me slut, bitch, repressed whore. I came screaming, squirting while my body shook uncontrollably.

But he didn’t stop.

He flipped me onto my back again, put my legs over his shoulders, and fucked me even deeper. I could feel his balls slapping against my ass. He spat in my mouth and I swallowed it, looking at him with submissive whore eyes.

“Tell me what you are” he ordered.

“I’m your whore… your whore… free for you”

He came inside me for the first time, flooding my womb with hot cum. I felt every spurt. When he pulled out, white semen dripped down my ass.

He made me kneel and clean his cock with my mouth, swallowing the mix of his cum and my juices. Half an hour later he was hard again.

This time he fucked me in the ass. Slowly at first, spitting a lot, opening me with his fingers. Then harder. I came with his cock in my ass, rubbing my clit while he choked me.

“No one has ever fucked me like this…” I moaned through tears of pleasure.

“Because you never truly surrendered before”

We finished almost at dawn. He fucked me three more times: once in the shower, pounding me against the tiles while the water fell; another between my tits, cumming on my face and breasts; and the last one slower but deep, looking me in the eyes while I came for the fourth time.

When I left that room, my legs were shaking. I had hickeys on my neck, bruises on my tits, and a red ass. My pussy and asshole were throbbing, full of him. I looked at myself in the elevator mirror and smiled.

I wasn’t the same Laura anymore.

I sent him a message before I got to my room:

«Thank you for letting me be the whore I always wanted to be»

Diego only replied:

«Good girl»

And I, with his cum still dripping down my legs under my dress, knew that this was the life I wanted to live.

Dr. Marcus Hale stood in the dimly lit lobby of the old humanities building, checking his watch for the third time. It was past 11 PM. The conference on classical literature had run long, and now the entire wing was empty except for him and the annoying intern who had been assigned to help with the audio setup.

Sophia Reyes was twenty-three, with a tight little body that she loved to show off. She had long dark hair, full lips painted a glossy pink, and an ass that strained against her short black skirt every time she bent over. She was the type who knew she was hot and used it like a weapon. she was bratty, sarcastic, and always with that smug little smirk that said she could wrap any man around her finger.

Marcus, at forty-eight, was the opposite. Tall, broad-shouldered, with salt-and-pepper hair and wire-rimmed glasses that gave him a scholarly edge. He was a respected professor, deeply married for twenty years, and known for his calm, serious demeanor. He buried himself in books and lectures, not in frivolous flirtation. But tonight, Sophia had been testing his patience all evening with her teasing comments and the way she “accidentally” brushed against him.

“Elevator’s this way, Professor” she said in that sugary, mocking tone, twirling a strand of hair as she pressed the call button. “Unless you want to take the stairs like some old man”

Marcus gave her a flat look. “I prefer efficiency, Miss Reyes. And respect”

She rolled her eyes and stepped into the elevator first, hips swaying. The doors closed behind them with a soft ding.

The elevator lurched upward. Then, with a sickening jolt and a metallic groan, it stopped dead between floors. The lights flickered once and stayed on, but the panel was dark. No movement. No sound except the faint hum of the emergency light.

Sophia laughed, a sharp, bratty sound. “Great. Just great. Stuck in this piece-of-shit elevator with the most boring man on campus” Okayy that was a bad day for her...

Marcus ignored her at first. He pressed the emergency button repeatedly. Nothing. He tried his phone no signal. The old building was notorious for dead zones.

“Perfect,” he muttered, loosening his tie. “Just what I needed after a crazy day”

Sophia leaned against the mirrored wall, crossing her arms under her perky tits, pushing them up so the low-cut top showed even more cleavage. “Aw, poor married professor. Worried your wife will think you’re out fucking some young slut instead of being all serious and intellectual?”

Her words hit like a spark. Marcus turned slowly, his deep voice low and controlled: “You have quite the mouth on you for someone who’s supposed to be professional”

She smirked, stepping closer, her heels clicking on the floor. “Maybe I like using my mouth. You ever think about that, Dr. Hale? All those nights grading papers while your wife sleeps… bet you imagine shutting up loud little brats like me”

The air in the confined space grew thick. Marcus could smell her perfume, too sweet, cheap, intoxicating. He was a man of discipline, but the way she looked at him, challenging, teasing, her young body so close… it stirred something primal he hadn’t felt in years.

“Careful, Sophia,” he warned, his voice dropping an octave. “You’re playing a dangerous game, trust me, you won't won”

“Oh yeah?” She licked her lips, eyes sparkling with that cocky confidence. “What are you gonna do? Lecture me on ethics? Or are you finally gonna stop pretending you don’t want to bend me over and fuck the attitude right out of me?”

That was the breaking point.

Marcus moved fast for a man his size. He grabbed her by the waist and spun her around, pressing her front against the cool mirrored wall. Sophia gasped, but it quickly turned into a breathy laugh.

“Finally” she taunted. “The serious professor cracks”

“Shut up” he growled, his body pinning hers. One large hand slid up her thigh, pushing her short skirt up to her waist. She wasn’t wearing panties. Of course she wasn’t. Her smooth, shaved pussy was already glistening.

“Fuck, you’re wet already,” he muttered, his fingers tracing her slick folds. “All that bratty talk and your cunt is dripping for a married man twice your age, little slut”

Sophia moaned, pushing her ass back against the hard bulge in his pants. “Mmm, maybe I like older men who know what they’re doing. My boyfriend can’t even make me cum… but you? I bet you’ll ruin me”

Marcus didn’t waste time on foreplay. He unzipped his pants, freeing his thick, veiny cock. It was rock-hard, bigger than she expected, the head already leaking precum. He rubbed it along her slit, coating himself in her juices.

“You want this?” he asked, voice rough. “You want a real man to stretch that tight little pussy?”

“Yes,” she whined, her bratty tone cracking into pure need. “Fuck me, Professor. Use me like the cocky slut I am”

He thrust into her in one brutal stroke.

Sophia cried out, her walls clenching around his thick shaft... He was so deep, filling her completely, stretching her in a way that made her toes curl. Marcus groaned deeply, gripping her hips hard enough to leave marks.

“Goddamn, you’re tight” he hissed, pulling back and slamming in again.. The elevator filled with the wet, obscene sounds of skin slapping skin and her dripping cunt sucking him in.

He fucked her hard and fast, no mercy. Each powerful thrust pinned her against the mirror, her tits bouncing, nipples hard against the glass. Sophia’s moans echoed... loud, shameless, turning into filthy begging.

“Harder! Fuck, your cock is so big… it’s splitting me open!”

Marcus reached around and rubbed her swollen clit in rough circles. “That’s right. Take every inch, you little tease. This is what you wanted, isn’t it? Getting your pussy pounded by a man who should know better”

He slapped her ass sharply, the sound ringing out. Sophia yelped and pushed back, grinding on him like a desperate whore.

“More” she gasped. “Treat me like a cheap fucktoy. I’m just a young brat who needs her cunt wrecked”

Marcus lost the last of his restraint. He grabbed her hair, yanking her head back as he railed her deeper, his heavy balls slapping against her clit with every thrust. Sweat dripped down his chest. The confined space smelled of sex... raw, musky, addictive.

He felt her pussy start to flutter and clench.

“You’re gonna cum on my cock, aren’t you?” he growled in her ear. “Cum like the dirty girl you are while I fill you up”

Sophia shattered. Her orgasm hit like a wave, her walls spasming violently around him, squirting a little as she screamed. Her legs shook, juices running down her thighs.

Marcus didn’t stop. He fucked her through it, grunting like an animal, chasing his own release. The tension that had built all evening.. her teasing, his suppressed desire, the forbidden thrill of cheating on his wife in this trapped metal box... exploded.

With a deep, guttural groan, he buried himself to the hilt and came hard. Thick ropes of hot cum flooded her pussy, pumping deep inside her young womb. He kept thrusting through his orgasm, milking every drop, marking her from the inside.

They stayed locked together for a long moment, breathing ragged, bodies slick with sweat. His cock softened slowly inside her, cum leaking out around his shaft and dripping onto the elevator floor.

Finally, Marcus pulled out. Sophia turned slowly, her skirt still hiked up, pussy red and gaping, his seed running down her legs. She looked thoroughly fucked... makeup smeared, hair messy, that cocky smirk replaced by a dazed, satisfied glow.

She opened her mouth, probably to say something bratty again.

But before she could, the elevator jerked back to life with a loud hum. The lights brightened and it started descending.

Marcus quickly zipped up, straightening his shirt and glasses, returning to his serious, composed self. He glanced at her once, his voice calm and final.

“This never happened. We got stuck, nothing more”

Sophia pulled her skirt down, still feeling his cum inside her, warm and sticky. She gave him one last flirty, knowing look, but said nothing. The doors opened on the ground floor.

They stepped out separately into the empty lobby. No words. No numbers exchanged. No promises.

Just one raw, intense release in the dark confines of the elevator and then it was over.

Marcus walked to his car, the weight of what he’d done settling in, but the memory of her tight, dripping cunt still burning hot in his mind.

Sophia headed the other way, a secret smile on her lips, already feeling deliciously sore, knowing she’d gotten exactly what her bratty ass had been begging for… and nothing more.