A Song of MILFs and Trouble Chapter 6 (Patreon)
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“Oh, gods, that feels so good!” Ashara groaned, her face half pressed into the pillow.
Daemon kept his pace slow, driving his cock down hard into the spots that he knew she liked best. In this position, with Ashara on her belly lying prone on the bed, Daemon could hit her g-spot and her anterior fornix with each long thrust. This wasn’t about chasing their releases; they had already done that in the last round of rough, mind-melting sex. This was just about intimacy, about enjoying the feeling of being inside her wonderfully tight heat. He buried his face in her long, dark hair and inhaled her scent.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered in her ear.
“Ah...fuck, right there,” Ashara moaned as he thrust deeply inside her.
Daemon nuzzled her neck and nipped lightly at her pulse point, making her cry out. Peppering kisses along the long column of her neck, he focused back on that point, sucking gently at the skin.
“Ah, ah, ah,” Ashara gasped. “Oh, fuck, oh gods, oh, Ned!”
Daemon went still as a statue, his heart lurching as he tried desperately to convince himself that he hadn’t just heard what he did. Ashara went just as still, seemingly as unable as he was to figure out what to do or say next. His cock of all things ended up making the choice for them both, softening despite the fact that he was buried inside her.
“You should probably go,” Ashara said, her voice listless and robotic.
“Ashara…” he tried to say.
“No!” she cried. “Oh, gods, what’s wrong with me?”
She burst out crying then and Daemon pulled out of her, staring at her for a moment as he tried to figure out what to do. He rested his hand on her shoulder, trying to comfort her, but she pulled away.
“Ash?” he asked.
“Oh, gods, don’t call me that!” she exclaimed, turning to glare at him, her eyes red and wet with tears.
“I don’t want to leave you like this,” Daemon said softly.
Ashara laughed bitterly. “You’re a good person, Daemon. A better person than I am.”
“Ashara, that’s not true!” Daemon exclaimed.
“Isn’t it?” Ashara spat. “Gods, you look so much like him.”
“You look so much like him,” she said, seemingly as stunned as he was.
Those were some of the first words that she spoke to him when they met, he recalled.
“You two were pretty serious back in the day, weren’t you?” Daemon asked.
“Do you really want to know?” Ashara asked.
“If you think it might help to talk about it,” Daemon said.
Ashara snorted and shook her head. “I guess I owe you that much. We were younger than you when we met. He was such a shy, awkward boy.”
“Really?” Daemon asked. His uncle had been stoic and quiet for as long as he knew him, but it was difficult to imagine him awkward.
“Oh yes,” Ashara laughed lightly. “His brother Brandon was his total opposite. Loud, brash, and outgoing. I couldn’t stand him when we first met, but he loved his siblings and seeing what a huge crush Ned had on me, he played matchmaker.”
“I’ve heard a few things about Brandon, but he’s always been a difficult subject for my mother and uncle,” Daemon said.
“His death hit everyone hard,” Ashara said, her voice pained. “Ned and I dated through our last two years of high school and our first year of university. It was during that summer that he died, though. As I said, Brandon was outgoing, he could be so charismatic, but he was also arrogant and had a temper. He got into a fight in a bar one night, and the guy he was fighting pulled a knife.”
“Fuck,” Daemon muttered. “They never actually told me how he died.”
“Ned was beside himself,” Ashara said, her eyes brimming with tears again. “I had never seen him so broken. Brandon was his opposite, but he was also his idol, and he really didn’t know how to live in a world where he couldn’t turn to his brother. Catelyn was also devastated.”
“How did they know each other?” Daemon asked.
“They dated off and on for years,” Ashara replied. “She adored him, and he loved her, but he was also a huge manwhore. She always went back to him, though, and with him dead, she was as broken and lost as Ned.”
“And that’s when those two got together,” Daemon concluded.
“Yep,” Ashara confirmed, scowling. “I tried to be there for him; tried so hard, but in the end, I wasn’t what he needed.”
“I’m sorry,” Daemon said, unsure of what else to say.
Ashara smiled at him slightly and continued. “I was freshly dumped when my best friend’s marriage imploded. Your mother responded to her eldest brother’s death in her own way, and the two of us decided that we needed a change of scenery.”
Daemon pointedly didn’t comment on the affair that led to his birth.
“I transferred to a school out in Dorne, and Elia and I moved there,” Ashara said. “It took me years to get over him. He was my first love, and it all ended so suddenly and senselessly that it took me a long time to be able to trust another man without fearing that he was going to take off. Eventually, though, I moved on, dated other guys. None of them really worked out, but that was due to a variety of issues. I hadn’t even thought of Ned in years, but then I got the news.”
“Oh,” Daemon said, realizing what had happened.
“I stumbled across an article online about the accident, and I felt like my heart caved in,” Ashara said. “Suddenly I was twenty years old again, freshly heartbroken and unable to breathe. My then boyfriend walked in on me, balling my eyes out, utterly inconsolable.”
She was crying again, and he hugged her, holding the woman who had put his own heart back together as hers broke before his eyes. He had never seen her look so vulnerable.
“It’s been so long,” she wept. “I was over it.”
“And it all came rushing back,” Daemon finished for her, rubbing her back and holding her tight. She cried herself out on his shoulder as he held her in silence.
When she finally stopped crying again, Ashara pulled back and looked at him. “I came back here for...closure, I guess. I just wanted to confront the past and put it back there, and then I met you.”
She ran her fingers through his hair, her nails grazing his scalp, and sighed.
He closed his eyes for a moment and asked, “it’s over, isn’t it?”
“I think it has to be,” Ashara replied. “This isn’t healthy, for you or for me.”
“Don’t worry about me,” Daemon said, taking her hands in his. “When we met, I was a wreck, listless, and miserable, and you helped me in more ways than I can describe. I truly hope you find the closure you need, but don’t think for a second that you hurt me looking for it.”
Ashara smiled at that and wiped her eyes. “That’s sweet of you to say.”
“I mean it,” he said, brushing her hair over her shoulder with his fingers, “truly. Before I go, do you mind if I use your shower?”
“Go ahead,” Ashara said, lying back down. “I’m just going to lie here for a bit and think.”
Daemon gathered his clothes and wandered into the bathroom on autopilot. He had been going over so often that Ashara had taken to leaving a second towel out for him, and the sight of it reminded him of what had just ended. Sighing, he bathed as quickly as he could, trying not to think about anything, and then got dressed. As he emerged from the bathroom, he found Ashara where he had left her, staring at the ceiling, deep in thought.
“Ashara, I meant the other thing I said too,” he said softly. “I hope you find what you’re looking for.”
“So do I,” she replied just as softly. Walking up to him, she hugged him tightly, and despite her nudity, his body didn’t react. “Take care of yourself, Daemon.”
He hugged her back for perhaps a moment too long and stepped back sadly. Taking one last look at the woman who had come to mean so much to him over the past few weeks, he simply smiled and left. Goodbye seemed to hard to say despite, or perhaps because of, how final it all seemed.
As Daemon walked away from the house, he was struck by how much less it all hurt than he would have expected. When Alys broke up with him, it felt like she had ripped out his heart and put it through a meat grinder. He has known Ashara for far less time, and yet they had shared what felt like a real connection. Despite that, this breakup, such as it was, just felt less painful, somehow.
“Is feeling less just part of growing up, or is there something wrong with me?” he wondered to himself.
As he contemplated whether or not his ex-girlfriend had actually broken something in his brain, Daemon wandered down the little sidestreet, barely paying attention to where he was going, until he heard a very female grunt that broke him out of his unpleasant reverie. Looking over, he noticed a woman bent over outside of what was presumably her house, trying to lift a clearly heavy box.
“Holy shit,” he thought to himself as he took in the sight before him. There was no other word to describe her but thicc. She was wearing a black dress that covered her from her shoulders to just above her knees, but hugged her incredible figure so tightly that he could make out every curve. Daemon found himself openly staring at what had to be the fattest arse he had ever seen on an otherwise shapely woman for a solid several seconds before his brain turned back on.
“Excuse me, miss,” he called out, “do you need help with that?”
She turned around at his voice, and Daemon had to force himself to keep his eyes fixed on her face. It wasn’t that she wasn’t pretty; her round face was actually rather stunning, with her small mouth, delicate nose, rosy cheeks, and chocolate brown eyes. Her breasts were simply enormous, though, and it took all his willpower not to glance down at them.
“If you think you can,” she replied, her voice soft and light. “It is rather heavy.”
“Nothing I can’t handle, I’m sure,” he said, puffing up at the challenge. He reached into the back of her truck and pulled out the heavy cardboard box. It was about as heavy as he imagined, and he could see why she was struggling with it, but it was no challenge for him. “There, simple enough. What’s in here, if you don’t mind me asking?”
“My husband bought a number of old books at an estate sale we attended,” the woman replied, leading him towards her door.
“Where’s he?” Daemon asked as he followed her.
“Inside,” she replied. “I’m afraid it was a little beyond him.”
“So he left it to you?”Daemon wondered.
Just as the woman was about to open the door, it was opened for her, revealing an old man standing there with a folded-up dolly in his hands.
“Oh,” the man said as he caught sight of Daemon.
“Yes, you can put it back, dear,” the woman said. “This strapping young man was kind enough to help out.”
“This guy is married to her?” Daemon wondered to himself. The guy looked old enough to be her father, at least.
“I see,” the man said, and Daemon swore he saw him shudder slightly. “Please, come in.”
“If you wouldn’t mind carrying it upstairs, it would be a big help,” the woman said.
“No problem,” Daemon replied. “Lead the way.”
The woman gave him a smirk and turned away, walking upstairs. Daemon was treated to sight of her large, full arse swaying as she climbed the stairs and felt his cock stir in his pants. He had finished once at Ashara’s, but he hadn’t managed to finish that second time, and his balls ached for release. He shook his head and looked away from the enticing sight in front of him. He had gotten so used to shagging older women that his mind just went there automatically, but he couldn’t exactly do that with her husband in the house, even if their relationship seemed to make so little sense.
As they entered what was clearly the master bedroom, Daemon noticed something odd. There was a chair placed deliberately in one of the corners of the room, facing the large, king-sized bed.
“Okay, so just place the box on this table here,” she said, pointing a little endtable next to the large bookshelf that took up most of one of the room’s walls. Daemon did as she said and rolled his shoulders.
“Thanks again,” she said. “We would have been stuck rolling it to the bottom of the stairs and then carrying the books up a couple at a time otherwise.”
“Happy to help,” Daemon said, giving her a winning smile that made her perk up.
“I’m Myranda, by the way,” she said, holding out her hand. “Myranda Royce.”
“Daemon Targaryen,” he replied, taking her hand in his and kissing the back of her knuckles, making her giggle.
“Such a gentle…” she trailed off for a moment, looking surprised. “Daemon Targaryen? You wouldn’t happen to know a Mya Stone by chance?”
“Brunette, big blue eyes?” Daemon asked, his mind going to the only Mya he had ever met.
“That’s her,” Myranda said. “She’s staying with a friend right now.”
“Dacey, right,” Daemon said. “To be honest, I didn’t know her last name.”
For some reason, that made Myranda giggle.
“Why don’t you make yourself at home while I go talk to my husband for a moment?” Myranda asked. “I think you should be rewarded for your help.”
“Oh, that’s not necessary,” Daemon protested.
“I disagree,” Myranda said, looking him up and down. “Stay here. I’ll be right back.”
Slightly confused but willing to see where this was going, Daemon shrugged and took a step towards the chair in the corner.
“Oh, you don’t want to sit there,” Myranda said. “Trust me.”
Without another word, she took off, leaving a very confused Daemon in her room. He looked out the window and grabbed his phone. He was about to shoot Lynesse a quick text when he heard two sets of footprints behind him and pocketed his phone.
As they entered the room, the man asked, “Myranda told you about your reward?”
“Mr. Royce, as I said, that’s not…” he went to say.
“Oh, he’s not Mr. Royce,” Myranda laughed. “Mr. Royce is my father. Jasper here isn’t quite that old. Close though.”
Jasper shuddered at the insult, making Daemon even more confused.
“You see, Daemon, my husband and I have a unique relationship,” Myranda said. “I love him, I truly do, but my sex drive is far, far beyond his. If he tried to satisfy me, his poor heart would probably give out. Isn’t that right, dear?”
“Yes, dear,” Jasper gasped, his face reddening.
“Luckily for us both, my little Jaspy here has a particular interest that makes our relationship work,” Myranda continued. “Tell him, husband.”
“I...er…” Jasper stammered.
“Tell him,” Myranda insisted.
“I like watching you get fucked,” Jasper said quietly, looking down at the floor.
Daemon blinked owlishly as he processed what he had just heard. Suddenly, that chair in the corner that Myranda warned him not to sit on made sense. He had read about things like this and heard about porn centered on the fetish, but it had never made sense to him, and he hadn’t bothered to learn more.
“I…” he tried to say.
“I wouldn’t normally bring this up to someone that I just met, but, well, Mya was very descriptive when she mentioned you,” Myranda said, looking down at his crotch. “So, what do you say?”
Daemon let out a shuddering breath as he looked the curvy woman in front of him up and down. She was beautiful, and he was horny, but was he really willing to have sex with a woman in front of her husband?
As he glanced over at Jasper, Myranda piped up, “before you ask, we are a package deal. Jasper lets me have my fun, but on the condition that he sees all of it in person.”
“I’ve just never done it with another guy in the room,” Daemon said.
“Oh, I’m straight if that’s your concern,” Jasper said. “My focus will be entirely on this goddess here.”
He spoke of her with such affection, and yet he was asking another man to fuck her. It really made no sense to Daemon. It was bad enough to be left for another guy that he couldn’t even fathom how he would have felt if Alys had actually cheated on him.
“Think of it this way, Daemon,” Myranda said, walking over to him. “You’ll get to be a pornstar for a day, performing a scene live for a very select audience. Haven’t you ever thought about it?”
He hadn’t, in truth, but he had to admit that there was something hot about the idea. Myranda stepped close enough to cup his hardening cock and got up on her toes to whisper in his ear, “go on, Daemon, fuck my brains out and show me how much of a stud you are. The bigger and more dominant you are, the better it will be for both of us, and if Mya’s to be believed, you’re very big.”
He groaned, made his decision, pulling her in close to kiss the gorgeous brunette. She responded immediately, coaxing his tongue out to play with her own and melting into him. She moaned when he sucked on her tongue, and Daemon vaguely heard Jasper sit down in his chair and undo his belt. Turning away from the odd old man, Daemon walked Myranda over to the bed, and the pair fell into it, their mouths never parting.
Breaking the kiss, Daemon trailed along her cheek to her earlobe, nibbling lightly on it. Moving down her neck, he teased the sensitive flesh with his lips, tongue, and teeth, drawing delightful moans from the older woman. Her hands found the hem of his shirt, and she pulled it over his head. He moved back to let her, and he felt his cock throb at the sheer lust on her face when she looked up at his shirtless form.
“So strong,” Myranda purred, feeling his biceps. “No wonder you had no trouble with that box.”
“I’ll have no trouble when I pick you up and fuck you against that wall later, either,” Daemon said, his voice low and rumbling.
“Stand up,” Myranda said, her voice breathy. He did so, and her hands immediately went to his belt. The second she had it and his fly undone, she pulled his pants down and gasped at the sight of his cock as it sprung forth, mere inches from her face. “Mya wasn’t exaggerating.”
“She didn’t strike me as the type to,” Daemon chuckled, feeling that sense of smug pride that he felt every time a woman looked at his cock in wonder. After feeling like crap for having a huge cock for a while, it was nice to be able to enjoy it.
“His cock is so much bigger than yours,” Myranda purred, looking straight at her husband.
Daemon looked over at the man as he whimpered and noticed him slowly stroking his cock. Deciding to keep his eyes on Myranda, he turned away quickly.
“Even with both hands, there’s some left,” Myranda said, her voice still tinged with awe. “He’s going to destroy my little pussy. You probably won’t even feel me when he’s done with me.”
“Fuck, Randa,” Jasper groaned.
Myranda giggled at her husband and leaned in to give the head of his cock a wet kiss. Daemon groaned as she started teasing his sensitive glans with little licks and kisses.
“You ever had a cock that big?” he asked.
“One or two this long, a few about this thick, but both in one? Never,” she replied, her brown eyes shining with desire.
“Well, why don’t you show me...us how much you like it?” he asked.
Myranda’s eyes lit up at him joining in on the fun, and she lowered her head to give him a long lick from base to tip before taking the first couple inches between her lips. Daemon groaned at the sensation of her hot, sucking little mouth and closed his eyes. He was still rather weirded out by his situation, but she was hot as hell, and he was willing to go along with what she wanted. She bobbed her head up and down on his length, taking more and more of him as she went.
“Fucking hells, you dirty girl,” Daemon groaned.
Myranda let his cock slip from her lips with an audible pop and smirked at him as she stroked him.
“I am dirty, aren’t I?” she asked with a grin. “Fucking another man in front of my husband.”
“Right now, you’re just sucking another man’s cock,” Daemon chuckled.
“True,” Myranda said. “I’d keep going, but you seem hard as steel, and there’s only one man in here I’m looking to torment today. Luckily for me, he adores it. Lie down on the bed and stroke that big, fat cock gently while I get undressed.”
“You don’t want any help?” he asked, leering down at her substantial cleavage.
Myranda just laughed and said, “I’ll have plenty of help getting ready for you.”
Daemon laid down on the bed and watched as Myranda padded over to her husband, an exaggerated sway in her steps. When she reached him, she whispered something in his ear that Daemon could hear and started swaying to an unheard beat. She danced hypnotically in front of Jasper, slowly moving closer to him until they were nearly touching, and then turning around to press herself back against him. Daemon heard the sound of a zipper being pulled and then watched as Myranda walked a couple steps towards him and turned back around. Her dress undone, the creamy skin of her back was exposed, and as she slowly pulled the dress away, exposing more and more of her incredible body, Daemon felt his mouth water.
When she finally got the dress off her shoulders and threw the strapless bra she was wearing aside, she lowered it over her glorious arse to reveal that she wasn’t wearing panties. Daemon took in the large, round globes and couldn’t wait to sink his fingers into them.
“That’s a very, very big cock,” Myranda said, pointing to him but looking at her husband. “I’m going to need to be very wet to take it.”
“Okay, dear,” the man panted.
Myranda turned around, giving Daemon a view of her huge, heavy tits, and he groaned at the sight. She had large, pale pink nipples surrounded by wide areolas that had started to point downward from the sheer weight of her breasts, but the massive mounds were still surprisingly perky for their size. She walked over to the window and lifted herself up to perch on the sill, spreading her legs and revealing her smooth, hairless pink cunt. Jasper crawled over to her, his small, hard cock bobbing between his legs, and buried his face between his wife’s thick thighs.
“That’s it,” Myranda cooed, trailing her nails through his thin, gray hair. “Get me good and ready for that big, thick cock. He’s going to spread me so wide and reach so deep inside me that I might never be the same again.”
“Seven hells,” Daemon muttered to himself as the older man whimpered. He would never in a million years have imagined that he would one day watch a man eat his wife out in preparation for him to fuck her, but he had somehow stumbled into that scenario. He hoped it didn’t say anything too bad about him that he was more turned on than he could ever remember being.
“Ah,” Myranda moaned a few minutes later. “Oh fuck, you’re so good at that, darling.”
Her breathing was growing heavier as she neared her peak, and Daemon debated with himself about saying what he wanted to say for a moment before deciding to just try it.
“Don’t cum,” he ordered, drawing her attention. She cocked an eyebrow at him, and he felt confident enough to continue, saying, “the whole point of this is so your husband can watch me fuck your brains out, as you said. Has he earned the right yet to make you cum himself?”
Myranda laughed and pushed her husband’s face away. “You are full of surprises, Daemon. You heard my bull, dear. Go back to your chair.”
“Yes, dear,” Jasper gasped, crawling away back to his chair in the corner. The old man looked disappointed but not unhappy with Daemon. This was the strangest fetish he had encountered yet, but so long as Daemon didn’t have to have any contact with the other man, he was willing to indulge it if it meant fucking Myranda.
“Now come here and show me how well you can take this cock,” Daemon said with as much authority as he could muster.
Myranda’s brown eyes darkened further as she walked towards him, her desires plain as day.
“Mya did say that you could be good dominant if provoked,” Myranda said.
“Just how much did she say?” Daemon asked.
“Women talk, luv,” Myranda laughed, “and in far greater detail than men, I believe.”
She straddled him, and Daemon brought his hands to her hips, sinking his fingers into the pliant flesh. Seeing her nude and up close, Daemon could tell that whileshe wasn’t fat, there was a fullness to Myranda’s figure. The slight roundness of her soft belly, the thick, fleshy thighs and arms, and, of course, her huge tits and wide, wonderful arse gave her a Rubenesque figure, if Rubens had ever seen or imagined something larger than a b-cup.
“I love your body,” he said quietly, trailing his hands up her sides from her hips and around to cup her heavy breasts.
“I know,” Myranda chuckled throatily. “You haven’t been able to take your eyes off of me since we met.”
Without another word, she picked up his cock, lined it up with her sopping wet opening, and sank down.
“Ah!” she cried, a deep, throaty moan as the first few inches of his cock split her molten walls wide. “Oh, that’s so big!”
“Fucking hells, you’re tight,” Daemon groaned.
“That’s because you’re hung like a bloody bull!” Myranda exclaimed, rolling her hips to try and take more of his cock.
“Not a horse?” Daemon asked, laughing.
“Bulls are bigger,” Myranda moaned, her voice strained as she focused on sinking down onto his cock. “People in our lifestyle refer to the large, well-hung men as bulls for multiple reasons.”
“Right, that’s what she called me before,”Daemon thought to himself.
“Ah, fuck!” she groaned as he finally bottomed out inside her. “Fuck, darling, that’s the biggest one yet! I feel so full.”
“Look at you,” Daemon groaned, pointing to the taut lips of her well-stretched pussy. “You look like you’re stretched to your limit.”
“I feel like it,” Myranda whimpered. “Look at me; I’m shaking.”
She really was. Her whole body was trembling faintly from the exertion of taking him inside her. A thin sheen of sweat was already starting to form on her pale skin. Her long, brown hair fell around her shoulders in waves and Daemon couldn’t wait to see what she’d look like after he’d truly fucked her.
“What do you call the husbands in arrangements like yours?” Daemon asked.
“Cuckolds,” Myranda replied.
“Well, give your cuckold a show,” Daemon said, laying back and letting her start things off.
“Oh, trust me,” Myranda purred, looking back at her husband, “I will.”
She rolled her hips forward, letting the last few inches of him escape from her tight, clinging depths, and then rolled back, spearing herself on him again.
“Fucking hells, that burn is intense,” Myranda groaned.
The gorgeous brunette continued riding him slowly like that for a few minutes, just letting herself enjoy and get used to the feeling of him stretching her out. Once she had gotten used to him, she sped up a bit, riding him more confidently. She struck him as the kind of woman who liked it rough, if for no other reason than her lifestyle, but he let her build up to it at her pace, content to lie still and enjoy the feeling of her tight heat and the sight of her heavy breasts swinging pendulously as she moved. When she finally started bouncing on his shaft hard enough to make that incredible arse clap against his thighs, he grabbed her hips and started thrusting up into her in time with her own movements.
“Oh, fuck yes!” she cried, grabbing his shoulders for support as they moved in unison. “Fuck me!”
He stayed on the bottom, not wanting to lose sight of those amazing breasts bouncing in his face, but he was the one fucking her instead.
“Gods, I fucking love these tits,” Daemon growled before capturing a hard nipple between his lips.
“They’re yours, they’re yours, Daemon, just keep...gah...keep fucking me!” Myranda cried, sounding out of her mind with pleasure.
Daemon cupped one of her heavy tits in his large hand, sucking on the other nipple as he did so, and brought the other hand down hard onto her thick, gorgeous arse.
“YES!” she screamed, her cunt starting to flutter around his pistoning length as he pounded her from underneath. “Spank me, hit me, fuck me, just make me cum!”
He reached down to press his hand against her soft belly and stroked her clit with his calloused thumb.
“FUCK!” Myranda shrieked at the top of her lungs as she came, the movement of her hips becoming erratic as pleasure coursed through her body. She collapsed on top of him as it passed, her soft breasts pressing into the muscles of his chest as she panted for breath.
Daemon wrapped his arms around her, loving the feel of her warm body against his, and continued to slowly fuck her, mostly just teasing her tight tunnel with his cock while he waited for her to return to Earth.
“Your cock...is incredible,” she said, panting against his neck. “That was so good.”
Daemon trailed his fingers down her back, soothing her in the aftermath of her massive climax, and happened to glance over at Jasper. He noticed that the old man had cum watching his wife get fucked, and he closed his eyes. Having another man in the room while he was having sex had been weird from the start, and knowing that he had jacked off to it was too, but he had to admit that he was getting a perverse thrill out of the sheer feeling of superiority he felt. He was fucking this dude’s wife in front of him, better than he could, clearly, and the guy was actually getting off on it.
“I want you on your hands and knees,” he whispered in Myranda’s ear.
“Oh, really?” Myranda asked, pushing herself up and smirking at him.
“Face your husband and stick that gorgeous arse in the air,” Daemon ordered her.
“Yes, sir,” she breathed, grinning at him as she climbed off of his still rock-hard cock.
She settled on the bed facing her husband and rested her head on the bed, her arse thrust as high into the air as she could. Daemon looked at the fleshy cheeks and let out a low whistle. She looked as good as he imagined when he first caught a glimpse of her bent over in her dress, and he knew that he was going to enjoy this.
Crawling over, he brought his hand down on her arse hard. The smack echoed loudly through the room, as did her pleasured cry, and her fleshy cheek rippled and jiggled from the impact.
“Spank me, sir!” Myranda moaned. “Spank me like the bad girl I am!”
Daemon alternated between her cheeks, spanking her again and making her moan and cry out eagerly. The sight of her reddening arsecheeks jiggling as he rained blows down on them was mesmerizing, and Daemon doubted that she had ever slept with a single guy who hadn’t triedit at least once. Who could resist?
“Fuck me!” Myranda cried. “Fuck me till I can’t move!”
He lined himself up with her sopping core and plunged inside her to the hilt in one long, brutal thrust. She shrieked and fell forward as he immediately started fucking her hard and fast. Wet as the ocean, he glided through her slick tunnel with ease, despite how desperately her walls clung to his immense girth. He grabbed her hips for support and picked up the pace, pounding her perfect pink cunt even harder.
“Yes, yes, YES!” she screamed. “Harder, harder!”
Daemon reached forward, bunching Myranda’s long, brown hair in his fist and pulled her head back until she was looking straight at her husband. He felt her clench the second she caught sight of him and grinned. Keeping her focused on him, he maintained that hard, pounding pace, spearing into her again and again as he drove her ever closer to her next mind-melting peak.
When he felt her pussy start to flutter around him, Daemon leaned in to whisper in Myranda’s ear, “cum again and show your husband how much you love getting fucked by me!”
“GODS!” Myranda squealed, her cunt clamping down hard on him as her orgasm hit her. She writhed and convulsed under him as the pleasure overwhelmed her.
Letting go of her hair, Daemon started spanking her again as he continued fucking her, trying to draw out her pleasure as his own climax fast approached. Just as her orgasm started to fade, Daemon changed the angle of his thrusting slightly and, by chance, found the head of his cock sinking inside a pocket deep inside her pussy.
Myranda let out a wordless shriek and started coming again, or perhaps she hadn’t actually stopped. All Daemon knew was that he felt her squirt, soaking him with her fluids, and was pushed over the edge by the rhythmic milking of her inner muscles. He groaned and fell forward, catching himself on his forearms as he shot spurt after spurt of his thick, white cum deep inside her convulsing form.
As his orgasm finally abated, Daemon pulled out of her gaping pussy and moved back to sit behind her, panting like he had run a marathon.
Jasper walked over to them and asked, “could you help me move her over?”
Daemon was about to say sure when he heard Myranda pipe up, “I’m awake, dear. Just...just give me sec.”
Myranda pushed herself up on shaky limbs and laid down on her back, her feet facing her husband and her head next to him. Before Daemon could ask a single question, Jasper buried his face between his wife’s thighs and started feasting on her well-fucked creampied pussy.
“Okay, that’s too weird for me,” he thought to himself, closing his eyes and ignoring them as he focused on regaining his breath. It wasn’t weird enough for him to leave, as he figured that the moment he was hard again, she was going to be down to fuck, unless she had been exaggerating about her sex drive, but it was too weird to watch.
Weird had kind of defined his day, now that he thought about it. His first lover had called out his late uncle’s name in bed and broken up with him, and then he stumbled across these two.
“What has become of my life?”he asked himself mentally, snorting at the absurdity. Whatever it was, he couldn’t say that he minded all that much.