Her Dirty Little Secret Life
(M/F, size, cuck, rough, preg)

by Kysa Braswell
www.kysaonline.com

"Oh, Carla, come now, why should I join a fitness club? That's just for fatties, muscle freaks, and old men!" said Jordan Denby, the beautiful brown-haired 30-year old 5'4, 112-lb. FF-cup housewife.

"Are you kidding? You got the wrong idea altogether, Jordan. Let me tell you, you have to join, if for no other reason, for the sake of Raoul!" Carla answered.

"Who is he?"

"Who is he? Rather, 'what is he?' He's a 24-year old 6'0 Latin hunk who is the masseur at the club and if you get on his schedule, he will definitely keep you stress-free and happy, for a price," Carla explained.

Carla went into significant detail without giving it all away, but explained how the club was there for a little exercise and a lot of fun in the hot tub, the whirlpool, the sauna, the pool, and finally with the likes of Raoul. The practice was more common than anyone thought; that of "servicing" rich frustrated housewives who attended the club for a price. But it was their dirty little secret, so to speak. If it ever got out, everyone would be arrested in an unwanted scandal.

"Anyway," Carla went on, "Raoul will take care of your stress in ways you've never imagined, hon, trust me. Meet me tomorrow afternoon at 2p and we'll get you on his rotation, okay?"

"Oh, okay, but I'm not promising to join or to keep going. The last thing I ever want to do is exercise," Jordan replied.

"Don't worry, Jordan, with your body, you don't have to worry about working out, just fighting off the hunky guys there!"

"Yeah, right!"


The next morning, the two ladies met another girlfriend, Jana Roberts, who just got married to a plastic surgeon in town. They met after he fixed her nose. The girls were shopping for drapes for Jana's new house and Jordan wanted to look for new shoes.

While lunching at Dazi's, an outdoor café, Jana asked, "So you're going to meet Raoul today, is that right Jordan?"

"Who told you that?"

"Duh, who do you think?" she grinned, pointing to Carla.

"You would tell her! I'm not going to meet him, just to check out the club to see if I like it."

"Oh, you'll like it all right, especially after you see what Raoul has to offer," Jana joked.

Jordan said, "Carla was sly, too. What are you two talking about, or do I really want to know?"

"You'll find out!" Jana giggled, grabbing Carla's hand and leaning into her.

Perplexed and curious, Jordan wanted to know what the hell was so great about Raoul. Her reservations were heightened now. Jana parted with the two after lunch, and then Carla and Jordan drove a mile to the club. Once there, Jordan was given the routine tour of 'here's this; there's that; we have this service and that, and blah, blah, blah.' Typical sales routine that Jordan slept through.

Then came time to meet Raoul. Raoul. Wow. Jordan was stunned at his… beauty. She never thought this about any man before in her life, but Raoul was simply beautiful. From the hair on his head to his chest to his ass to his toes: he was an absolutely, unbelievably gorgeous specimen of mankind. Carla noted how Jordan was awestruck, even telling her that her upper lip was sweating. Shaking his hand and after making an appointment with Raoul for the next day, Carla led her back to the main training room.

"You were getting a little hot, there, honey," Carla told her.

"What do you mean? What are you talking about?"

"Honey, you were dumbstruck at Raoul. Did you not know that you didn't say a word to him; instead you just stood there and bit your lip and rubbed your thighs together like a little girl."

"No I didn't. Don't be silly, Carla. I'm fine. I've got the appointment for tomorrow," Jordan said.

"You certainly do, and you won't forget it. Just remember to bring your robe, or you'll have to wear what he gives you, and that's practically nothing," Carla explained. "I'm got to pick up Zoe at school, so call me when you finish with Raoul tomorrow, ok?"

"Sure, no problem. I will. Bye!" Jordan waved.

Carla waved bye, but Jordan was lost in thoughtful anticipation regarding tomorrow at the club. She had too many questions. What went on there? How was she supposed to dress? Did she really want to exercise? Wasn't cycling at home enough? And Raoul – what was he all about, and what is the big deal about a massage? She's had them before, but he must be really good to have garnered such a reputation among his clients. She wondered to the point of complete distraction. Even through dinner as her husband, Tom, talked to her, telling her about his day and finishing with a question about the weekend, she was unresponsive to him.

"What?" Jordan asked.

"I said, 'What do you want to do this weekend?' Do you still want to go down to the harbor and take the yacht out?" Tom questioned her again.

"Oh, I'm not sure. Yea, maybe. Let's talk about it Friday," Jordan said.

"We can't talk about it Friday. I need to know tonight so I can call the harbor master and have the yacht inspected. Otherwise, we'll have to wait."

"Okay, make it so. We'll have fun," Jordan told him.


While Tom watched TV late into the night, Jordan retired to bed where she lost herself in thoughts over the gorgeous Raoul. She slid her panties down just below her hips and slid her finger into her wet slit, sliding it up and down, exciting her clit. She couldn't help fantasize about what Raoul would be like naked, before her, beside her, on top of her, inside her. She slipped her left hand under her curvaceous ass and met her hand at her smoldering sweetness, slipping two fingers into her pussy. She was so hot over her own vile thoughts that she attacked Tom once he came to bed. He reluctantly participated in his own rape as she mounted his cock and rode him like a twenty-dollar whore for twenty minutes, cumming hard twice as she bit into his neck each time. She collapsed by his side, but was not fully satisfied, her hungry pussy aching for more.


The next day was Wednesday and it was time to meet with Raoul. She slept fitfully the night before, and though disheveled, Jordan still looked great. She could never hide her heavy FF-cup breasts on her small frame, but more often she did not try, becoming more comfortable with her body as she grew past her 20s.

"Good afternoon, Mrs. Denby. So happy to see you! Please come this way," Raoul said and Jordan followed him to the private massage rooms upstairs in the back of the club. The room was decorated in sterile green wallpaper which resembled a larger doctor's office. In the center of the room sat a device, or rather a complex table on which the client lays on. It was almost soundproof as Jordan noticed their conversation was absorbed by the walls.

Jordan was already dressed in her robe with a bikini underneath. She had no idea what to wear, and forgot to ask Carla. Raoul was wearing a robe, which Jordan thought odd.

"Here, we go. Let's remove this," Raoul said, standing behind her and sliding her robe from her shoulders. "Now, let's remove this, too…."

"Wait, what?" she asked.

"Oh, yes ma'am. I need you completely nude for the massage," Raoul explained.

"Oh no. No! That can't happen. I'm just here…, uh, for an uh, massage."

"Of course you are, Mrs. Denby! But I cannot work my magic through the fabric of your bikini; therefore I need it all off!" he said, swirling his finger in the air as if to mimic a balloon floating away. "Now, once again, let's get these off." He boldly reached forward and unclasp her bikini bottom, quickly followed by her top, revealing her large trembling breasts. She covered her large areolae and some of her breasts with her left arm and hand.

"There we are, see how beautiful you are!" he exclaimed, as if proud of himself. "Now let's get started," he said, patting the padded table, eager to get started.

Jordan reluctantly slid her luscious body on the table, which was more like a contraption: it allowed him to split her legs, lower her head, tilt her torso, and even had two sets of small handles underneath the front and back ends for the client to hold on to.

Raoul squirted the oil into his hands to warm it before firmly applying a light coat over her back and shoulders. Jordan melted under his expert hands. He gave her a good "therapy session" as he called it, enough to leave her slightly sore from today's appointment. However, she would eventually refer to them as "workout sessions," and for good reason. He later moved down to her thighs and calves, massaging her with long, strong strokes. God, it felt so relaxing, so good. So this is what the girls are talking about, she told herself.

Unbeknownst to her, Raoul's cock was slowly expanding from his robe. He was naked underneath! He split the lower part of the table, thus separating her thighs, allowing him to get closer to her lower back and ass. He rubbed it in firm, slow strokes, making Jordan wet between her lips. She bit her lip on the other side of the table. However, she kept feeling something, a third object – and it was hot – glance against her pussy. What was that she wondered? After several more accidental brushes with the blunt, hot object, Jordan reared up.

"What… what the?"

"Nothing, my dear. Just relax and lay down," Raoul assured her.

"What are you doing back there? What is that touching me?" she asked in exasperation.

"It's just me, Mrs. Denby. No need to worry. We'll flip you on your back in a few more moments."

But Jordan rose up from the table, turned to see that it was Raoul's cock that had split the front of his robe. He was naked underneath, and he, or rather his cock, was immense! Oh my god, she thought, it's grotesquely large! She couldn't pull her eyes away from the mammoth organ, semi-erect and hanging low a good ten inches toward his knees.

"Oh my god, Raoul, what the hell is this place? What are you doing? What is…," she cried.

"It's just me, Madame. I'm giving you your massage. Is there something wrong?"

"Something wrong? You're… you're NUDE, for god's sake!"

"Yes, I practice the ancient Swedish holistic massage therapy, and that includes sensual full body massage. Madame does not like?" he asked.

"No Madame does not!" she mocked him. "I'm getting out of her. Where is my robe?" she flustered. "And cover yourself; god, you're HUGE!"

That last part wasn't supposed to be spoken. But it had been and it brought a sly grin to Raoul's strong, angular face.

"So I will see Madame next week, yes?" he asked innocently.

She glared back at him and she slammed the door on the way out, leaving him unanswered.


Standing in the hallway she clutched her heaving breasts. She could not believe what had just happened. What was that? What did I do? Did I want him to do that to me? How far would he have gone? Should I tell the management? Was this a joke by Carla and Jana? Her mind raced through the obscene massage twenty times in rapid succession and each time the videotape of her mind paused on his cock; that massive piece of flesh hanging between his legs. The same meat that kept bumping her pubis, leaving her involuntarily wet from its repetition. It was by far the biggest thing she had ever seen on a man in her 30 years. Could it have been real? She noticed she was sweating and shaking. Jordan tightened the belt around her robe and quickly fled to the locker room where she dressed and left the club. On the way home, she phoned Carla.

"What the fuck was that all about?" she yelled into the phone as soon as Carla said hello.

"Jordan?"

"Yea, who the hell do you think you are? And just what is Raoul, your gigolo?"

"Ha ha, so you 'met' Raoul, eh?"

"I wouldn't use the word 'met' at all. More like violated! So tell me, was this a joke between you and Jana? I want to know," Jordan demanded.

"Relax! It's just Raoul. Me and three other women use him weekly and pay him a small fortune to 'service' us. And trust me, with his cock, he can do some deep servicing, don't you think?" Carla laughed.

"Fuck you, Carla. I don't need to pay some Spic to fuck me. God, you two are pathetic. Just forget it!" she said, punching the END button on the phone, hanging up on Carla.


However, that night, after she and Tom retired to bed, she slid her nightgown off her shoulders and crawled between his legs, fondling his cock to its full length.

"Mmmm, baby, to what do I owe the pleasure?" he inquired.

"Oh, nothing. I just love you," she lied, but not knowing why. There was something about seeing Raoul's huge penis that stuck in her mind. Like an unrepressed memory, she could not delete the image of his huge Latin cock hanging from his robe. She mounted Tom's 6-inch cock and with unbridled intensity, began fucking him, slamming her pelvis down onto his cock and balls, over and over, with her ripe hanging breasts slapping and raking his chest. But the harder she fucked, the less satisfied she felt. Twenty-five minutes later, she crawled off an exhausted Tom.

"Oh, I give up!" she yelled in frustration.

"What's wrong, honey?" he asked.

"Oh…, oh nothing Tom, just go to sleep. It's nothing, really." She was now lying to her beloved husband. But she was also angry at him that she could not cum. Indeed, she had never achieved an orgasm by fucking Tom. She crudely relied on rubbing her clit against his pelvis or his thigh, using his fingers or her own, and occasional oral sex. She now wondered why for the first time. Was it because of seeing, obsessing, and fantasizing over Raoul's giant penis? Snap out of it, Jordan! It's not going to happen, she told herself. Frustrated, she lay awake in bed throughout the night, pinching and hugging her huge silken breasts.

The next morning in the shower, Jordan masturbated to thoughts of Raoul again.

"Oh god, Raoul, I love your cock. I would kill to have your cock inside me, loving me, stretching me, raping me, abusing me. Oh yes, Raoul, yes, yes, yes!! She whimpered quietly, sluicing her slit with her fingers and pinching her fat nipples, pretending Raoul was milking them as if they were milking teats.

Out of the shower with her hair still dripping, she made a hurried call to the club to see if her appointment with Raoul was still scheduled. It was.

"Would you like to cancel or reschedule, Mrs. Denby?" the receptionist asked.

"No, that's fine. Just checking the appointment time is all. Thanks."


The following Wednesday seemed to Jordan as though it took a month to arrive. But giving Raoul one more chance, she would not tell Carla and Jana that she kept the appointment. The same formal routine occurred this week as the first.

"Good afternoon, Mrs. Denby. So happy to see you again! Please come this way," Raoul said and Jordan followed him to the private massage rooms upstairs in the back of the club.

"Hello, Raoul." She walked behind him, admiring his body and broad shoulders.

"Here, we go. Let's remove this," Raoul said, standing behind her and sliding her robe from her shoulders. "Now, let's remove this, too…."

"There we are, my how beautiful you are!" he exclaimed amidst déjà vu. "Now let's get started," he said, patting the padded table, eager to get started.

Jordan guessed that he spoke the same introductory words to every woman he met, and with less reluctance this time, slid her lithe body on the table. Just like last week, Raoul squirted the oil into his hands to warm it before firmly applying a light coat over her back and shoulders. Jordan soon melted under his expert hands. This time she was fueled by fantasies of him that had consumed her for the past seven nights. However, her "workout session" this week was progressively different from last.

"Madame Denby, with your permission, today I will provide a 'pelvic massage technique' on you."

"I'm not sure, Raoul. What does that entail?" she asked.

"Understand Mrs. Denby that massage is the most naturally healing thing you can do. The nurturing touch is simple, instinctual, and more powerful than we can imagine. Without touch we close down. With touch we love, communicate, and nurture one another. So massage is not just a profession for a special few; it is part of the healing touch we all possess, and I deeply want to share it with you," he said.

"I'll bet you do, big boy," she said under her breath. "Okay, but will it make me as sore as last week?"

"Almost, but as your body adjusts, it will learn to accommodate it."

"I'm sure it will," she muttered sarcastically, thinking of his huge manmeat and smiling to herself.

With her permission, Raoul kept Jordan on her stomach, but split the table's legs, so that she was spread-eagled with her pubis slightly hanging off the end. Raoul slowly took her arched ass in his expert hands and massaged her gluteus muscles deeply until she cried out in pain. He eased his touch slightly, but worked his way down to her upper and inner thighs, concentrating on the center of her being.

Jordan became intoxicated from the intimacy of his massage, melting under his long strong fingers; it was the most wonderful thing she had ever felt short of a great orgasm. To her alarm, Raoul brushed her pussy lips wetly, exciting her sensitivities.

"Wha! Oh, what?" she stuttered.

"Don't be alarmed. Just relax, Jordan," he whispered in a soothing tone. "I need you to let go and hand over your body to me. You'll be fine, I promise."

She was convinced, and today she did not want a scene like she created last week. "Okay, I'm all yours, Raoul."

Little did she realize that what had brushed her pussy lips was Raoul's bulbous cock! He was testing her complaisance and whether he would keep her as a client. She was far too beautiful to let another masseur take her. Raoul reached under her pubis and cupped his hand over her pussy, completely enveloping it, startling her. He then spread her asscheeks and rested his thumb along her crevice and began the most wonderful pelvic massage she ever imagined. Within a minute, Jordan was cumming, and cumming hard all over his hand, which dripped with her juices. By his hands alone her will had dissolved into his. She wanted to give her body, her being to him. She wondered why men did not know that even if they did not use their penises, they could still make a woman ecstatic most of the time with the correct use of their hands and tongue. A man with good hands is a rare find anymore. But then many women, she corrected her thoughts, need a penis inside them to feel whole.

"Ooohhh, ohgod, unnnngh, ooooooo, ohgod, yes, yes, yes, YES Raoul!!" she screamed into the face pad on the long table.

Raoul never stopped at one orgasm, the minimum number he gave any woman was at least two. So he moved to the side of the table and purposefully allowed his colossal 12-inch prick to wetly scrape against the back of her hand.

"Oh!" she said, instinctively pulling her hand away and turning her head to see what it hit. And there it was again: absolutely THE biggest cock she had ever seen, and her she considered her first boyfriend's 8-incher in college huge. But Raoul's prick was undeniably gigantic. Her eyes bulged at the sight, so close to her face. And it was even more than she imagined: its length stretching toward his knees, uncut, with his foreskin completely covering his cockhead, and resting atop two bloated testicles the size of tennis balls. Utterly amazing. There were no words to describe this cock, she thought. Even if she tried to tell another girlfriend of its dimensions, she would be dumbstruck, able at best to crudely describe its dimensions using her hands as a measure. Unable to resist his unspoken invitation, she comforted herself by wrapping her hand around the bulk of his organ, and seeing that she could not even fit her hand halfway around the engorged meat, she shuddered in disbelief. So Jordan held on to his shaft, lowered her head to the table, and yielded to her coming orgasmic wave.

The room was filled with the ecstatic moans and screams of a woman in the throes of passionate release. Micky and Jamal, two masseurs who were walking down the upstairs hall to their room assignments, overheard Jordan's cries and said, "There's ol' Raoul at it again. Must be breaking in a new client."


Through the weekend, Jordan did not bother to touch Tom. She was upset with him. In one day, she had cum harder with Raoul's fingers than she ever did with Tom's little cock. The sight of Tom nude in bed now provoked her derisive giggles, toward which Tom cannot figure out what was so funny with the woman. If only you truly knew, she thought.

Unable to hold him off longer than five days, Jordan finally gave in and let Tom fuck her for fifteen minutes Saturday night. But she neither came nor allowed herself to get into it. He was a good husband and provider, she told herself. At least she had Raoul on Wednesday to look forward to, which filled her daydreams with thoughts of debauchery.

Jordan also did not bother to call either Carla or Jana. She did not want to give them the satisfaction of knowing she had been wrong. She would tell them eventually, but for now they were socially extracted from her calendar. Being a woman, she also could not help but tell someone. But a man like Raoul was to be hidden, not revealed to the world. She was selfish toward him already as she logged on the internet and sent an instant message to Virginia, her friend in Virginia, of course! The two small-talked briefly and when Virginia asked Jordan how Tom was, it provided a segue into the topic of Raoul.

"It's the biggest penis I've ever seen, Virginia, I swear!"

"Noway!"

"Way! I even held it! And he's uncut, the first one of those I've seen, too," Jordan wrote.

"Oh shit, what's THAT like?" Virginia asked.

"Sorta weird, but it made his penis look even longer, like you expected the cockhead to poke out like a turtle, expanding his length even further! LOL" Jordan wrote.

"Ewww! What was it like under the foreskin?"

"I don't know, I was cumming so hard that I just held onto his shaft for dear life."

So the online conversation went between the two far away friends, comparing old boyfriends and new lovers.



Wednesday could not come soon enough, as Jordan was ready to rape the first good-looking hunk she could find if she didn't get to her appointment with Raoul soon enough. Once again, Raoul went through his practiced routine.

"Good afternoon, Mrs. Denby. So happy to see you again! Please come this way," Raoul said and Jordan followed him to a different private massage room this time.

"Hi, Raoul," she said coyly."

"Here, we go. Let's remove this," Raoul said, standing behind her and sliding her robe from her shoulders. "Now, let's remove this, too. There we are, my how beautiful you are!" he exclaimed. "Now let's get started, shall we Mrs. Denby?" he asked rhetorically, patting the padded table, eager to get started, since today would significantly tighten their intimate union.

"Today we will escalate your therapy using the Smiley technique, Mrs. Denby!" he smiled. "It is a way of learning how you can rid your body of harmful tensions and reduce stress. The release of unnecessary muscular tension, especially in the lower torso, is vital to our well-being. If our muscles are habitually taut, then our bodies become distorted, unbalanced, and compressed. The Smiley technique offers a way to let go of such destructive tension by learning to monitor it and release stress from your spine to your pubic center," Raoul lectured.

Jordan focused on the last two words: 'pubic center.'

"This technique, Mrs. Denby, will require a much deeper massage than the very simple 'pelvic massage.'" In fact, it will require your full cooperation throughout today's session. Can I ask your permission and depend on your complete cooperation, Mrs. Denby?" he asked formally.

"Oh, yes, Raoul, I think I'm ready. I can trust you, I think," Jordan replied.

"Let's start this way, now, please raise your arms over your head like this," Raoul said. He walked behind her and clasped her titflesh in both hands and in what could best be described as a breast exam, he flattened her breasts low against her abdomen, and then pulled them back up, reaching to her shoulders. This continued for a few minutes as he roughly mashed and compressed her breasts in both up and down directions.

"Now lie down, please," he ordered the young wife.

Standing with his crotch and heavy cock near her face through his robe, he continued the deep massage on her breasts, kneading the swollen orbs in every direction. Jordan was breathing heavier due to the strenuous manipulation of her breasts. Her nipples began to swell, poking distinctively from her areolae the size of her pinkie fingertips. Raoul stretched the breast to its capacity, and then pulled her fat nipples outward and downward, provoking a squeal from Jordan.

"Owww!"

"Careful, Mrs. Denby," he said, increasing the pressure on her nipples until tears came to her eyes. "You must trust me. Today we will test your dedication to relieving your stress with the Smiley technique. Are you ready, Mrs. Denby? I will need you to give your body over to me now."

"Ye, yes…" she stuttered, recovering from the pain in her nipples, but oddly excited that Raoul continued calling her Mrs. Denby. Jordan lightly rubbed her aching nipples, still hurting from his mild torture of them.

Still standing over her head at one end of the table, Raoul leaned forward and sucked each breast alternately into his hot Latin mouth. She felt his immense member bump against her scalp. Reaching further down, he clasped his hands under her buttocks and pulled her pussy into his mouth, slathering her entire gash with copious saliva, sending a shiver throughout Jordan's spine.

"Ohmygod…, ohgod Raoul, ohhhh!" she whimpered, unable to control the situation. To allow this to go any further, she would have to submit to Raoul's ministrations right now or stop everything, renounce this lewd liaison and go home for good. But the feeling of Raoul's tongue slathering up and down her slit and sending electrified jolts through her loins melted any willpower left in her petite 5'4 frame.

As her panting increased under the expertise of his fantastic tongue, his cock began to swell to its oversized proportions. Jordan reached behind her head, grasped the cock shaft, and pulled it over her face. Its length was so great that even semi-hard, it stretched down between her cleavage and dripped precum on her upper chest. My god, she could not fathom the sheer size of his cock. It was amazing. And there was that foreskin again, she thought, hanging a good half inch over his erection. It looked so cute, compared to Tom's circumcised penis. The hanging foreskin tickled her skin. Despite her effort, she could not bend the long cock to her mouth. Instead, she felt the weight of Raoul's hefty balls on her forehead. So she craned her neck to lick them, sending a delightful shudder through Raoul's scrotum.

Raoul had Jordan's ass cupped in his large hands and was manipulating her cunt and ass in a way that she never imagined a man could. Nothing, neither man nor vibrator, has ever made her cum this hard! Her orgasm began to build deep in her womb and flowed outward to her quivering cunt lips.

"Ohgod, Raoul, unnnngh, unnnnnn, mmmmmm, eeeeeeiiiiaaaaa, aaaahhhhhhh!!!" she screamed, her knees flailing in the air as she pushed her cunt into Raoul's face with her feet on the edge of hi-tech massage table. Jordan gasped and wheezed to catch her second wind from the violent orgasm she'd just experienced.

"Oh jesus, Raoul, how in the hell did you DO that to me?" she asked in amazement.

"Wonderful things happen when you release the tension from your body," he said. "But it seems you're, umm, not yet finished, eh?"

Jordan hesitated, and then realized what he meant. She still had both hands wrapped around his bulky prick! Embarrassed, but not wanting to let go, she looked up at him with wanton eyes of pure animal lust.

Raoul had seen this look a thousand times on women's faces: they wanted it, and he never disappointed them in his three years as a professional masseur. Reaching forward again and filling his hands with her overflowing tits, he grabbed his own prick and peeled the foreskin back and allowed his precum to drool onto her lips and chin. He swabbed his cockhead over her lips until she parted them, allowing him to insert the tip between her teeth. Letting go, his foreskin rolled back down, enveloping his cockhead.

Jordan, fascinated by its otherness, sucked on the long foreskin like a baby does a pacifier. The buxom brunette looked like a little girl, albeit one with huge tits, sucking on a lollipop. With no words exchanged between them, Jordan used her eyes to tell Raoul that she wanted his cum in her mouth, on her face, soaking her heavy tits. At this moment in her submission, the couple had achieved a new plane of understanding. Jordan sucked his mammoth meat faster and faster, only managing to get an inch past the broad cockhead into her hungry sucking mouth when Raoul bellowed through his own orgasm.

"AAARRRGGGGGGHHHHHHH, UNNNNNNGGGGGHHH!! UNNNNNNNN!"

Without touching or jacking his cock, he allowed the massive organ to aim itself as it exploded three long, thick jets into her mouth, then another onto her trembling breasts, one on her neck, two more on her face, four hard shots that soaked her left breast, another two to cover her right breast, and then he inserted back into her mouth, allowing Jordan to suckle the dwindling meat until she had fully cleaned his cum from the entire length of the massive penis.

Jordan pulled his cock to one side of her face, smiled at him upside down, and showed him his load before swallowing every drop down her gullet. It was a beautiful sight he never tired of seeing.

"Now you know what we call that that the 'Smiley technique'," he laughed. Jordan giggled and choked slightly on the joke.

Raoul robed himself and led her down to the locker room where she showered off any residual cum that the two did not wipe away before finishing their session. Jordan thanked him, tipped him $1000, and could not wait to talk to Virginia online tonight. Feeling hungry, she stopped at the Americain restaurant and ordered take-out. Flipping the cell phone on, she called Carla.

"Hey girl, what's up?" Carla asked.

"Oh, one hunky Latin, about twelve inches of up!" she laughed.

"What?"

"Yea, he performed the Smiley technique on me today!" Jordan exclaimed.

"What's that?"

"You don't know?"

"No, what is it?" Carla asked, now curious to know.

"Well, then maybe I better not tell you."

"No, no! We're girlfriends, you can't do that. You'd be breaking the 'girlfriend code'."

"I'll tell you sometime. Hey I gotta run; fixin' to start the car," Jordan reconsidered after not wanting to possibly get Raoul in trouble by loose lips. She debated and then vetoed calling Jana. She'd let Carla take care of that task. Jordan played a drumbeat on the car's steering wheel on the way home, as giddy as a schoolgirl to be one of Raoul's clients! Later at home, she managed to get Virginia online, but she was still at work.

"I saw it up close this time!" Jordan wrote.

"Saw what?"

"Raoul and his babymaker! ROFL" she wrote.

"You naughty girl. You better cut that out before your Tom finds out." Virginia replied.

"He might find out, but I don't give flip; I'm not giving up my Raoul now!"

"So he's cute?" Virginia asked.

"No."

"No? What do you mean?"

"He's not cute. He's fucking gorgeous! He's a hunk, a stud, a cocksman!" Jordan wrote while laughing at her words.

"What did you do?"

"The Smiley technique. Simply put, it makes you smile… a LOT! He sucked me, and I sucked back!"

"Ohmygod, girl, are you crazy? You could get arrested! That's… fucking male prostitution!" Virginia reproached her through the chat dialog box.

"Well, I did tip him well for his 'service,' but he was just relieving my tensions using massage therapy."

"I'd say. So you bought that line, huh?" Virginia wrote. "Just be careful you don't get pregnant by him."

"I won't… maybe! cya (see ya)!" Jordan laughed and signed off.

But the idea was planted and like the first time she saw Raoul's huge penis, she could not get it out of her head. The idea of getting impregnated by a man as virile as Raoul replayed in a thousand ways in her mind. And the thought was not going away. She always wanted a baby, a perfect little one to hold, cuddle, play with, teach, love. If she were to have a baby, why not mate with a more perfect male? At least one with better genes than Tom! She closed her eyes and wished the thought away for now. She shook her head as if trying to escape a bee. The thought remained.

That evening, after a fight with her husband Tom over sex, she submitted to him and agreed to let him fuck her.

"You can fuck me once a week, goddamnit!" Tom yelled at her.

"But what if I'm not in the mood?" she said.

"It's your duty to fuck me. You're my wife, god's sake, Jordan. What do you mean, not in the mood? You've been happy as a clam lately. Every time I see you you're on cloud nine. What's going on?"

She didn't answer. She just obediently removed her dress and let it fall to her feet, revealing her beautifully feminine body and incredibly large breasts that held their amazing shape in any position. Walking into the bedroom, Jordan lie on the bed flat and spread her legs. Tom, who was not deterred by such strange behavior, let his lust control his emotions, inserted his thin cock into her womanhood and pumped for a lousy six minutes before cumming inside her and collapsing at her side. She couldn't help but compare his small boy-cock to Raoul's horse-sized meat as she lay on her side fondling his dwindling penis.

Rolling on her back, Jordan pulled her knees to her chest, and asked the breathless Tom whether he cared if she got pregnant.

"Sure, I'd love it," he said.

"You would? You really would? You're not just telling me that?" she asked.

"No, I," he paused to catch another breath, "I would welcome a child, seriously."

"Okay, thanks," is all she said.



The problem with Jordan's obsessions is that an obsession is just that: a compulsive, often unreasonable idea or emotion. She could not erase from her mind the thought of having a baby growing in her womb: Raoul's baby! The following Wednesday offered her an opportunity to take her "workout sessions" with Raoul to the next level. His greeting was now familiar to her.

"Good afternoon, Mrs. Denby. So happy to see you again! Please come this way," Raoul said and Jordan followed him to the same private massage room as they occupied last week.

"Hi, Raoul," she said coyly.

"Here, we go. Let's remove this," Raoul said, standing behind her and sliding her robe from her shoulders. "Ah, you're already nude, thank you. See, you are SO beautiful, Mrs. Denby!" he exclaimed. "Now let's get started, shall we Mrs. Denby?" he asked, patting the padded table, eager to get started.

"Today we will enter the final stage of your massage therapy using a 'deep pelvic massage' technique, and I hope you're as ready for this as I am. I've waited in anticipation all week for our appointment together," Raoul explained.

"Anything you want, Raoul. I'm yours," she said as she finger-curled her long brown hair between her breasts, eyeing him seductively.

She slid onto the table.

"I'll need you on your back, Mrs. Denby. If you will, go ahead and flip over."

"Of course," she said nervously, wondering what he had in mind today.

Raoul wasted little time; he dropped his robe and revealed an engorged erection that was already at half-mast. And without foreplay, he peeled back his foreskin and allowed his precum to soak her labia, and then by rubbing his broad cockhead up and down her lips, he sufficiently got the busty wife hot enough for initial penetration. In one firm stroke, he slid four inches of his monster cock inside her pussy.

"OOWWWWW!! Ohhhh, Mnnnnnn, eeeyyyyiiiimmmmmm, annnnhhhh!!" she burst into pain and tears, reacting violently to the sudden invasion of her small pussy. "Ohhhh, GOD, Raoul!" she gasped, reaching for his hips to stop any further penetration. "Oh, god, just hold still right there big boy; let me get used to your girth. I've never been with a man as big as you."

"I'll wait, but not too long," he said as he applied steady pressure to her tight cunt, not only seeking to hold his depth inside her at four inches, he wanted to see if she noticed 4.5 inches.

She did.

"UNNNGGGGGNNNNN!!" she cried, feeling as though her insides were being rearranged by his horse-sized prick.

Raoul massaged her lower belly while reassuring her. "It's all right, Mrs. Denby. It's all right. You're fine. You're just fine. Just relax. That's it. Relax. Let Raoul go a little deeper, okay? That's it, just relax."

Jordan was hyperventilating, feeling as though he was about to split her in two. "My god, it feels like a tree trunk inside me! JeeZUS, you're HUGE!!"

Raoul released her thighs and reached for her billowy breasts with both hands and pulled himself three more inches into her sweetness.

"Nnnnnnnnggggghhhh, unnnnnnnnnnggghhhh," she cried in pain. "No more! No more! No more! Please! No more! I can't... take... it!!" she gulped for air through the lightning of pain tearing through her tiny cunt.

Raoul pulled all but his cockhead out of her grasping pussy and her lips were grotesquely stretched around his enormous girth. At 8.75 inches in circumference, Raoul did not lack girth! Starting with firm half-strokes, he slid seven inches of his manhood in and out of her, letting her get wet enough to accommodate him further. After several more minutes, he pushed her to a new limit of nine inches. Jordan was almost delirious as he was hitting her sweet spot.

"Oh god, Raoul. You are a fuck machine," she admitted, talking through his deep-fucking. "Never have I... unnnhhhh..., never... been.. unnnnnhh... fucked like... agggghh... this... so fucking... nnnggggghhhh... fantastic!"

"I'm just helping you to relieve unwanted tension and stress, Madame," he said, staying in character.

But by staying in character, he also stayed deeply in her, grinding his massive prick deep into her belly at the entrance of her womb. Jordan was constantly moaning and screaming through clenched teeth now as Raoul slowly but surely bumped her cervix with his fat cockhead. As he found her cervix, though, his cock expanded to an even greater girth, actually fusing his cock inside her pussy. He could not extract himself until he came. He punched his cock into her over and over, making the young woman drunk with lust. The violent, forceful fucking continued unabated requiring Jordan to relentlessly accommodate his bulging proportions deep inside her cunt channel. Almost an hour after he disrobed, Raoul was ready to cum. He asked Jordan if she was ready, and she said yes. Tearing his bursting cock into her womb, he began to unload his seed.

"AAAARRRGGGHHHH!! YEEEAAAAAHHHHHH!! UNNNNNNNGGGGGGNNNNGG!!" he yelled as he brutalized her ripe breasts, bruising them by using the large orbs as handles with which to hold his pounding penis deep inside her. He came for a full minute, shooting sixteen full spurts into her belly. Now he was the one who was exhausted as he lay on top of her waiting for his thick rod to recede from its painful girth.

"Ohgod, Ohgod, Ohgod, Ohgod…," was all Jordan was reduced to having lost count of the number of orgasms she had. But now the hard part was about to begin.

She tried to get up from the table and could not lift herself. She was entirely exhausted from the waist down! Raoul helped her rise on the table and her legs shook uncontrollably from the vicious fucking. She held her belly with one hand as if to calm the violence it had just withstood.

"Raoul, I think I'm hurt."

"You're just going to sore for a few days. It will wear off. I'm going to take you downstairs to the whirlpool and let your muscles relax even further. And we'll meet again next Wednesday, all right Mrs. Denby?" he said raising his voice enthusiastically at the end as if he had just sold her his used car at a great profit.

"But Raoul, what…"

"What, Mrs. Denby?"

"What if I get pregnant? You just poured your seed into me, and I'm… fertile!" she asked.

"That is up to you now, isn't it, Mrs. Denby? I can't be responsible for that."

Perplexed by his response, she walked slowly, painfully to the whirlpool downstairs as if she were already nine months pregnant, her pussy aching from the brutal fucking. In the whirlpool, she wondered whether she could get pregnant. She'd never been on the pill with Tom. Maybe he was sterile? It gave her pause for thought. But now, the pain in her womb crowded out most reflection. Her cervix had just been repeatedly kicked by his big cock for an hour and she could barely walk.



The next day Jordan felt a greater soreness in her belly than the day before. She was in pain and lay in bed as long as she could before getting up for the day. When she did rise, her gait was awkward and bow-legged. She sat in the den with an ice pack on her lower stomach most of the day, never getting dressed, and not caring to. Her poor breasts were bruised black and blue from the harshness of how Raoul grabbed and pulled them. Even her nipples were sore.

By Sunday her soreness had diminished to the point where she could walk without pain. But never had she been fucked by such an animal as Raoul. How did any woman take a cock that big inside her? Her little pussy was accustomed to taking Tom's little six-incher for the past five years of their marriage. Tom. She began to lose respect for him now. She was a hot number, and he never took her anywhere. Never showed her off. Never wanted her wearing revealing clothes. Certainly never a bikini with friends at the lake. Tom would have preferred she wear sweaters, which only disguised her heavy FF-cup breasts as a fat belly! He never allowed her to be simply sexy, and never made her feel so, despite her amazing natural beauty that everyone of his friends always commented on.

The more she thought of Tom the madder she became. Who did he think he was? She was a beautiful, attractive, sexy woman who deserved a real man! A man who would fuck her properly. A man who could make her crack a tooth by cumming so hard. She didn't want to be set aside like a toy for Tom and pulled out of the closet to fuck only when he was horny. She wanted more. More from life. More from her body. More from Raoul. More than just her and Tom. More than this daily boring grind of being his trophy wife. She wanted something greater than herself. She wanted… a baby!

It wasn't her fault; it was Virginia's for suggesting that she might get pregnant by Raoul. Thus her obsessions were reactivated. This time on fast-forward. What if I DID decide to become impregnated by Raoul? What if I let him fuck me until we conceived? Would that be so bad? She wondered. All the arguments inside her brain were convincing her that it would be a good thing; that she could pull it off somehow. Unable to sleep that night, Jordan plotted her strategy. Indeed it exposed the depth of her depravity that she would allow another man to impregnate her, but in turn try to fool her husband into thinking it was his.

Jordan took the next week off from Raoul, unable to take another vicious fucking from him like last week's session. However, the two of them scheduled their appointments regularly for the next several months as Jordan eventually was able to accommodate his monstrous penis inside her, taking as much as 11 inches inside her in certain positions. She had all but stopped fucking Tom, and when he did mount her, his tiny penis kept slipping out of her as he fucked; her pussy having been stretched by Raoul's extremely large prick on a weekly basis. By the time October had arrived, she made the decision that she would confess to Raoul and ask if he would impregnate her.

"Mrs. Denby, I'm so happy for you! I would be honored to give you my seed!"

Caught off guard by such a strange way of saying it, she asked if he could service her more often than once a week. She was paying him $1200 a week now, but could pay him $2000 a week if he could fuck her somewhere outside the club at least three times a week.

"I will begin canceling appointments for you, Mrs. Denby, and we can get started immediately. You are my very favorite client, Madame!"

"Oh, and please call me Jordan. 'Mrs. Denby' was fine until you become the father of my child," she retorted.

"Of course, Mrs., er, Jordan!" he corrected himself.



Within the details of her grand plan, she decided not to have sex with Tom any longer. She could not afford to have his sperm commingling with Raoul's potent seed. In the meantime, she met with Raoul at his place on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays to get her brains fucked into mush; moreover to get her pussy pounded into jello. Raoul was a master at lovemaking. He fucked, sucked, licked, and kicked her in every possible position imaginable. He liked rough sex, and taught Jordan to like it, too. His erections were unbelievably hard if he spanked her before their sessions. Even harder if he slapped and abused her swollen breasts. And during sex, he was never shy of tearing up her ass or bruising her breasts with vicious treatment one might expect only from a serial rapist. His pleasures became hers as she got off on getting his big cock off. That she could please such a "real" man as Raoul gave her supreme confidence and satisfaction. So much so that recently when Tom came from the shower nude, she actually laughed at his tiny 6-inch erection, as if that could excite her anymore.

Six months later, all her plans came to fruition when she gave herself a home pregnancy test and confirmed the positive result with her doctor's. She was now an expectant Mom! And Raoul was definitely the father of her baby! He should be, she thought; he had poured enough gallons of cum down her throat and into her womb to impregnate an entire dorm of girls!

She developed an addiction to baby magazines, purchasing dozens of them at a time, and almost getting caught when Tom noticed one in the master bathroom. She hid it without answering his question, 'where did this come from?' Tom's discovery of her baby magazine, however, underscored a problem she had only just noticed. A glaring flaw, actually, in her grand scheme to make a baby. How would she fool Tom into believing it was HIS baby? Tom was pure lily white, whereas Raoul was a pure dark Latin love bomb. Her baby would have some Latin characteristics, and most certainly would not resemble Tom in any way. She panicked over the omission of such a crucial detail! She could not consult her friends Carla and Jana; not even Virginia could help her out of this precarious situation.

Now that she was pregnant, Raoul insisted that he continue servicing her, and she agreed, unable to refuse the father of her baby sex whenever he wanted it. But she was in serious need of a critical favor, but did not know where to turn or what to do. She pondered and rejected a variety of solutions for the next several days.

The weekend came fast. Late Saturday evening, she and Tom had turned in late after watching her favorite movie, Dr. Zhivago. A bright moonlight illuminated the bedroom. As they both lay sleeping, suddenly someone burst into the bedroom and wielded a knife to Tom's throat.

"Get the fuck up and don't say a goddamned word. NOW!" the attacker yelled.

Jordan screamed in fright, and yelled for Tom. The attacker roughly threw Tom into a bedside futon chair, deftly wrapped his wrists and ankles in duct tape, taped his mouth shut, and then tied him securely to the chair.

"Tom, Tom! What's happening?" and just as she said that last word, she was viciously slapped across the face, then yanked upward by her hair as her massive breasts spilled out of her negligee. The attacker ripped it clean off of her, then reaching for her panties, tore them off her ass in one easy rip.

"Suck my fucking cock, you bitch. Let's show your husband what a fucking whore you are!" The attacker sat the knife on the large chest beside the bed, and began pulling his cock from his pants. Tom's eyes bulged as he noticed the man's cock. It just kept coming out of his pants. The attacker kept pulling and pulling his mammoth prick from his pants until its length was finally released from its fabric prison. Jordan was surprised, too, looking at Tom for direction, and trying not to stare at the huge penis hanging heavily before her face.

"You suck my cock, or I'll cut him. You bite me, and I'll kill him. Understand bitch?"

Looking again at Tom for his permission, he nodded for her to suck him.

"Don't look at him bitch! You just do what I say and all you'll get from tonight is a rape and burglary. Fuck with me and murder will be added to the charges. Got it?"

She nodded silently as he quickly raised the heavy, veined penis to her lips. Sucking on the tip she noticed he was uncut, which she liked. The attacker grunted loudly with pleasure and stared down at her heaving tits as she began to blow him in earnest, her lightly concealed excitement soaring at the size and heat of his swollen prick. He deliberately slid his cock deep enough into her mouth to choke her, letting hubby know who was still in control of both the situation and his little wifey. He pulled the fat sinewy cock from her mouth and slapped her face twice with it. Holding a fistful of her hair, he then brutally beat her breasts with the heavy prick, causing Jordan to wilt from the painful, bruising blows. After a second blowjob for several minutes, the attacker pulled back.

"Jesus, that's enough!" he grunted suddenly as she sucked feverishly on the broad head of his urgently swollen babymaker. He did not want to cum in her mouth yet. Instead, the sight of her curved ass, supple thighs, and milky breasts made his cock pulse with lust. A juicy ass like that deserved something more than just a few passionate squeezes. It deserved serious attention.

"Lay down and turn over on your stomach!" Dropping his shirt and pants, he pulled his belt from his pants and began whipping the poor defenseless Jordan's ass with brutal blows.

SCHWACK! SCHWACK! SCHWACK!... SCHWACK! SCHWACK! SCHWACK! SCHWACK! SCHWACK!... SCHWACK! SCHWACK! SCHWACK! SCHWACK!... SCHWACK! SCHWACK! SCHWACK!

"Had enough, goddamnit? Ready to fuck me now, bitch?" he yelled over her loud sobs.

"Tom, oh, Tom, please help me, please! Don't let this happen!" she cried, watching Tom struggle hard against his restraints. The sight of seeing his pretty wife beaten by a madman drove him out of his mind. But there was nothing he could do but continue watching the brutal attack.

SCHWACK! SCHWACK! SCHWACK!... SCHWACK! SCHWACK! SCHWACK! SCHWACK!

MMMMRRRGGGHHH, ARRRNNNNNGGGGNNNN, OWWWCCCHHH!! she cried loudly into the mattress.

"That ass ripe enough now?" SCHWACK! he popped her ass again hard, forcing her pelvis into the mattress. "Now spread your legs whore. Time to fuck a real man for a change!"

"Oh god, I can't do this. You're too big!" she cried, her eyes gleaming on his massive cock poised at her pussy. "Tom, stop him – he's going to kill me with that thing!"

Tom was growing weak from his utter helplessness. Meanwhile the attacker rubbed his dripping prick up and down her engorged labia, set on fire from the sadistic belt-whipping. He pushed her thighs over his shoulders and began sliding his monster cock into her velvet-gloved tight pussy. She winced painfully at the penis' invasion of her sweetness. She looked again at Tom for a sign or help or anything to help her through this terrible moment. His assurance never came as he was in shock at what was unfolding before his eyes.

Whimpering, Jordan lay back on the bed and spread her milky thighs wide. Her drenched, tiny cunt-lips were already making lewd sucking motion between her dark brown pussy hairs.

The attacker slid three fat inches into her and she immediately seized his long prick in her fist, noting its massive girth, and began to guide him into her tight, juicy slit. She was going to try to make the best of the situation. The attacker clutched her big creamy tits in both hands and sucked on the dark red nipples with obscene pleasure. A moment later, he sank his teeth into her breast flesh viciously, sucking for a full minute, leaving a black bruise on her instantly.

She slowly, but eagerly jerked her hips up to meet his amazingly fat prick and the fiery, silken tightness of her hot cunt caught him by surprise.

"Not a cherry – couldn't be at her age – what a great little pussy you got here, eh Tom?" he laughed.

The rapist expertly slid his huge organ in and out of Jordan's dripping snatch for a good fifteen minutes, deep-stroking well enough to bring a constant chorus of "Oh's" from her lips. But after another ten minutes of the brutal rape, something was happening to Jordan. She was beginning to respond to his cock, to his womb-battering thrusts. She was melting from the pleasure, even forgetting that Tom was in the room.

"Mmmmmm, unnnnnnn, unnnnnngggnnnnhhhhh," she moaned over and over into the ear of the raping attacker. "Mmmmmm, unnnnnngh, nnnnnhhh."

Sadly, Tom was forced to watch the whole sordid scene go on for hours into the entire night. It was a constant symphony of fucking, sucking, licking, and more spanking. Her moans of pleasure were supposed to be cries of pain. It was killing him to hear his sweet precious wife being violated by another man. And another man whose cock was three times his size.

Pretzling Jordan onto her knees, the rapist slam-fucked her precious tight cunt in an array of obscene sounds that filled the bedroom well into the night.

"WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!" was the sound made repetitively by the rapist's groin smashing to the hilt in his pretty little wife.

Tom saw that the rapist finally began to cum and was pouring all twelve inches of his enormous meat into his innocent wife. Holding her down and not moving any more, the rapist paused for his weapon to begin pouring his potent seed into his Jordan's fertile womb. He planted his colossal prick balls-deep into his wife's womb and began to explode his fertile seed into her. In the midst of his pummeling orgasm, Jordan turned her head to Tom and mouthed the words, "I love him," to Tom.

Tom's eyes widened. What was that? What did she say? Did he just see what he thought he saw? And no sooner than he thought that than Jordan leaned up and kissed the raping stranger on the lips, and then sucked hard on his neck as he continued to empty his fat balls into his wife's fertile womb. Tom kicked the floor and began to weep as he knew he could do absolutely nothing to stop Jordan herself from cumming with the strange man. He could hear his own heart breaking at that moment.

"Cum, cum, cumminnnnngg!! OHGOD! OHGOD! OHGOD! I LOVE IT! LOVE IT! OH JESUS, I LOVE YOUR HUGE PRICK! CUMMING! YES! YES! YES!! DON'T STOP, OHGOD, PLEASE FUCK ME, OH, CUM IN ME, CUM IN ME, INSIDE ME!! AAIIIIEEEEEE!!!" Jordan screamed over and over, melting into the rapist body, inviting his cock inside her most intimate parts.

Several minutes later, the rapist slowly extracted his huge wet sucking penis from Jordan; all the while she was quivering from the physical exertion of the ordeal. The huge-cocked man was having trouble getting his cock out as Jordan's pussy kept grasping and clenching its massive girth, as if unwilling to let it go, as if they were two dogs in heat. After much grunting and pulling, his massive penis finally plopped loudly from her sucking pussy causing Jordan to squeal in pain. It was followed by bubbling cum that streamed from his wife's poor stretched-out pussy. The hung stranger had filled his wife's entire cunt with his semen! Jordan mewled in pleasure to see so much of the stranger's seed inside her. He had managed to fill her entire womb and vagina with his copious load.

What occurred next tore Tom's heart from him chest. As the rapist lay on the bed on his back, Jordan cleaned his penis, licking all the excess cum and pussy juice from its extensive length. My god, Tom thought, there's no way a man could have such a huge cock. It was more like a weapon than a cock! His wife had become a total slut right in front of his eyes. She had never cum so hard in her life, and certainly not with him over the years, not even on their honeymoon. But in one long horrific night, she seemed to become this rapist's willing victim.

As the night stretched on, the attacker raped his poor wife one more time, and finished with a brutal spanking of her ass with his belt again, leaving horrible welts on her ass and thighs. Tom was kicking his legs in his restraints, crying, and knowing that Jordan would never be the same. How could she ever live this terrible experience down? How could he?

Jordan followed the attacker to the hallway outside the room and said something to him like, 'Do you think he noticed?' along with the reply, 'I think his dick was hard!' Or at least that's what he thought he heard. But at this point he could not believe anything, much less his ears.

Jordan returned to untie and release Tom from the chair. Both of them cried in each other's arms and apologizing for allowing it to happen.

 

A week later, Jordan came home and after asking Tom to sit down, explained everything: that she was pregnant; that the father is the rapist; and worst of all, that she is in love with him and has been for quite some time now. As a result, a terrible argument ensued over the future of the pregnancy.

"You can't keep the baby, Jordan. You just can't. I won't allow it," Tom demanded.

"What do you mean, can't keep the baby? It's mine to keep!" she yelled.

"It's from a goddamned RAPE, Jordan. It's a horrible experience, and I won't let you suffer any more from it."

"Suffer, what are you talking about?"

"Emotionally and mentally from that whole horrific ordeal. Have an abortion and let's put this chapter behind us and get on with our lives," Tom suggested.

"But I can't do that, Tom. Correction: I WON'T do that."

"Why not, for god's sake?" he incensed.

She paused, staring at the floor, unable to meet his eyes. But she could no longer hold it all in. The guilt from the deception was about to burst through her chest.

"You wanna know why?" she looked up and screamed.

"Yes, I do. I most certainly do. Tell me!"

"Okay, okay. His name is Raoul. He's been my lover for the past seven months. I wanted a baby, but I did not want to have a baby with you, Tom, I'm sorry. I wanted Raoul's baby. After I paid Raoul to impregnate me…"

"Paid him? What the fuck are… are you talking about? I can't believe my own ears!" Tom howled.

"Let me finish! After I paid Raoul to impregnate me, I wanted to make the pregnancy look like the result of a rape, not from my cheating on you," she confessed.

"Well you just made your bed, lady…," Tom said, whatever that meant. "You are never to see him again. I will demand to know where you are at all times, and you WILL have an abortion, no ifs, ands, or buts!"

"Oh no, Tom, that's not how it's going to work at all. He's the father of my baby, and I will never refuse him sex, any time, any place he wants it. And Raoul will be welcome in our house. He will come over 3-5 times each week to service me, and if you don't like it, Tom, then make yourself invisible. Otherwise, I'm leaving you," she told the dejected man.

Knowing he had lost not only his wife, but his life as he knew it, poor Tom reluctantly became a cuckold in order to keep Jordan. Over the months he had to sit in the living room watching TV, suffer through 2-4 hour fuck sessions while Jordan and Raoul were in his bedroom making love. It was utterly humiliating. The sounds that emanated from their bedroom tore his heart from his chest. Knowing that his beautiful wife was nothing more than a whore to a glorified gigolo upset him to no end. He couldn't believe this happened to him, of all people.

Jordan's breasts had become huge. As her belly grew, so did her breast size. Her nipples darkened and extended to thumb-sized peaks. She wobbled around the house, and whenever Raoul was near, she would obediently bend over the table and hike her skirt up to give him easy access to her naked pussy. Or she would energetically drop to her knees, hoping he would feed his enormous prick to her hungry mouth. It was a disgusting climate in the house, as those two romped around and fucked each other silly every chance they got. And when Jordan and Raoul fucked, it was a brutal animal fucking - it was not lovemaking in any sense of the word.

Eight months later the baby came and Jordan's breasts were absolutely enormous. They had swollen to HH-cup size, which made her look like a cow. She pumped her breast milk several times a day. Tom would spot her standing in the shower with her breast pump, expressing the excess milk that either the baby or Raoul couldn't drink down the drain. She would even laugh as she waved to Tom whenever Raoul led her naked to the bedroom, her huge swaying breasts gently slapping his taut stomach.

Raoul fathered two more babies with Jordan, and poor Tom never got to fuck her again. It wouldn't have made any difference anyway. Her pussy was stretched to accommodate Raoul's immense prick, and even if he tried to make love to his own wife, she wouldn't have even felt his tiny cock inside her pussy. Instead, she allowed Tom thereafter to either watch her get fucked by Raoul's virile prick, or she would encourage him to masturbate for her, laughing the whole while at his small little boy-cock.

After Raoul retired from the club to service Jordan full-time, his replacement masseur was a 6'6 black man named Charles. Charles took over Raoul's 'contract' with his female clients, who were all eager to be serviced by their first hung black stud.



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