The very next day following our first hot encounter, we were texting constantly, and the texting quickly became sexting. It was obvious we were both still horny for each other, and a few days later we arranged to meet up again. Finding places to meet was difficult, because my house was often off-limits for obvious reasons, and as I soon found out, Sue lived with her brother. She was single, however, which at least made one aspect slightly easier. She could basically come and go as she pleased. But she felt a bit awkward about taking men back to her brother’s house, so we would often resort to just fucking in her car, or discreet public places such as woods. But I couldn’t get enough of her, and she got dirtier and dirtier the more we got to know each other.

One day, a few weeks after we met, I suggested we actually go back to my house for a while after taking a little drive around. It was a week day and my wife was at work so I had the place to myself for a few hours. I knew it was risky, but I also knew we’d be free from interruptions for a while. Sue seemed a little reluctant at first, but she was a confident girl with few inhibitions, and she wasn’t averse to taking risks, as I discovered. She had slept with a few men over the years as one-night stands, some who were already in relationships. I asked her if it bothered her the fact I was married, to which she replied that it wasn’t her problem, and as far as she was concerned, I was just ‘a guy with a big dick who knew how to fuck her and make her feel good’.

On this particular day, she was wearing a nice patterned, mid-length dress, and with her natural tan, looked hot as fuck. I wasn’t going to be able to resist her, wherever we were. We got indoors and I led her to the kitchen, kissing the second we were through the front door. She instantly forgot where she was, as my hands wandered all over her, running up her leg and hitching up her dress as I pushed her against the kitchen cupboards.

“Mmmmm, you randy bastard,” she said hungrily.

“I’m always randy for you, you sexy little slut,” I said. That was the first time I’d called her that, but felt I knew her well enough now to do so.

“Slut?” she asked, “is that what you think I am?”

“I know you are,” I replied, my cock rapidly hardening as I pushed up against her. My hand moved up her body and groped her breast, quickly delving into her dress and through her bra. I was horny, I wanted her right then, so I moved behind her, kissing her neck and pressing myself hard against her, squeezing her tit with one hand as I hitched up her dress with the other.

“You’re a naughty man,” Sue said, rubbing my crotch.

“Yeah, and you fucking love it, don’t you?” I replied, delving my hand down into her panties and playing with her smooth cunt. She moaned her approval, turning her head back to me for a long, hungry kiss. I unzipped my trousers and pushed them down, along with my boxers, pressing my hard cock against her arse.

“I think your horny little cunt needs this, doesn’t it?” I asked.

“Mmmmm, always,” she replied.

“Suck it, suck my cock first,” I said, turning her around to face me before I pushed her down onto her knees. I thrust my big dick into her face, wiping it over her lips before stuffing it into her mouth. She got to work on me, sucking my shaft like a good girl, occasionally pulling back her head and flicking her tongue over my helmet and then licking along my length. I placed my hands on her head and forced her back down onto me, fucking her face. She gave good head, but struggled at times to take me, gagging on my rod and causing her saliva to drip down her chin.

“Take my cock, you little slut,” I said, holding her head firmly in place as I slid myself down her throat. She gagged again, and I stepped back, allowing her to catch her breath.

“Ohh, fuck,” she gasped, looking at me with a dirty grin. This was a sure sign that she was enjoying the slightly more brutal treatment that I was now inflicting on her.

“Come here,” I said, determined to push her further. I pulled her over towards the kitchen table and bent her over it so her head was hanging over the edge, then stood in front of her, forcing my cock back into her mouth once again. As she was bending over the table, I pulled her dress up to her waist and ordered her to remove her panties, which she did. I leant across and gently stroked her bare arse for a few moments, before smacking it - hard. That made her jump slightly as she was caught by surprise. So I repeated it. Gently stroking, hard smacking. Stroking, smacking. Several times.

“Keep sucking my dick,” I said, as my fingers trailed down her arse crack to find her juicy lips. And she was juicy! “Do you like that, is it turning you on?” I asked, to which she just nodded and tried to answer, but her mouth was still full. I wanted to see the rest of her sexy body, so I quickly pulled her dress off over her head and unclipped her bra. She was now naked, bent over the kitchen table of my marital home, with my married cock embedded in her throat, but I didn’t care. This girl just turned me on so much, and I wanted to use her in all the worse ways. I whipped off my t-shirt and got back to work on her pussy, sliding my fingers inside her with one hand, and occasionally rubbing and smacking her arse cheeks with the other.

She groaned as she sucked on my dick, and her cunt was getting wetter and wetter as I finger-fucked her. Her mouth and tongue were like magic, licking up and down my shaft and sometimes just lifting her head back slightly so I could wipe my cock over her face, as her long dark hair started to become a tangled, knotted mess. At one point I made her place both her hands on her backside and spread her cheeks apart for me, granting my fingers easier access to her juicy snatch. My finger action got harder, faster, and deeper, and it was clear she was building towards a climax. So I worked on her more severely than ever, as I could feel her body starting to lose control. I forced my dick down her throat to stifle her moans as she orgasmed, cumming all over my hand, before stepping back and allowing her to breathe again, gasping and panting loudly as a big stream of saliva dripped out of her mouth onto the floor.

“Look at the state of you, you little slut,” I smirked, to which she grinned dirtily back at me. “Get down on your knees,” I ordered, pulling her off the table and pushing her down till she was kneeling before me. My cock was throbbing, rock hard. I slapped it across her face a few times then stuffed it back into her mouth, grabbing her head to fuck her face. But it felt so good, and I needed to ease off a bit. I moved away and told her to sit on one of the chairs in the corner.

“Yes, sir,” she jokingly said. But that would be the first of many, many times she’d end up saying that. She sat down and spread her legs, baring her gorgeous smooth cunt to me. I leant back against the kitchen units and slowly stroked my cock as I looked at her, encouraging her to play with herself. She gladly complied, and for a few minutes we virtually said nothing but just watched each other masturbate, which obviously kept us both ridiculously aroused. I had to edge myself constantly, but I ordered her to cum for me, which she did, thrusting her fingers into her cunt and groaning loudly through a second orgasm - which almost tipped me over!

I moved towards her and crouched down to lick her out, her legs spread wide with one foot up on the table. Alternating between fucking her with my tongue and my fingers, she gasped and panted as her lustful needs possessed her, grinding her cunt into my face and begging me to fuck her properly.

“I need your gorgeous big married cock inside me right now,” she said through gritted teeth, desperate to feel me filling her tight pussy. I had to admit my dick was throbbing like mad, itching to make full contact with her again.

“Ask me nicely you little slut,” I said, standing up and grabbing her face.

“Please fuck me,” she begged.

“Please fuck me…Sir,” I demanded firmly.

“Oh god, please fuck me, Sir. I’ll be your good little slut,” she replied.

I wasn’t going to make her ask again, because I needed to fuck her so badly by that point, and simply responded, “Good girl,” before stepping over her legs to straddle her, running my cock over her chest and down her stomach, and then looking her in the eye as I pushed my helmet against her juicy labia and eased myself through. Standing and leaning over her with her legs slightly parted between my thighs, I got into a deep, hard thrusting motion very quickly, pounding her fast as I placed one hand on the back of her chair and the other pressed against the wall behind. She reached her hands around my back to hold onto me, hungrily forcing her cunt up and onto my shaft to match my rhythm perfectly.

We kissed passionately, and I looked at her intensely, holding her chin as I asked if she like my cock inside her. “I fucking love your big cock, Sir,” she replied, “and you know you can do what you want to me.” She was just the best! I don’t think my dick had ever been turned on by anybody quite as much as her before. And with that thought, I slammed it harder and deeper into her – the heat in the kitchen having been turned up sky high. After a few minutes, I pulled out and stood up, taking her by the hands and up onto her feet, turning her around with her back to me. Then, reaching around her waist, I pressed myself up against her arse, rubbing my hard cock over it.

“Do you like how that feels, you horny bitch?” I asked.

“Mmmmm fuck yes,” she answered, her hands moving behind and around me to grip my backside, pushing herself firmly into me. I moved up and down to slide my cock along her arse crack, already coated in her juices.

“Get down on the floor,” I ordered, “on all fours.” She willingly complied, getting down on her hands and knees, then leaning forward on her elbows and arching her back to stick up her arse towards me, showing me her gorgeous wet cunt and tight little arsehole above. I just stood there wanking for a moment as I looked at her and admired her hot body and slutty demeanour – two things my wife sadly lacked, and then decided it was time to take things home and over the finish line. I had been edging myself ever since she was sucking me off a bit earlier on.

Kneeling behind her, I sank my hard cock deep into her dripping pussy once more, sliding all the way in with ease, and started to thrust again, alternating a slow, teasing action with a hard and fast pounding - which clearly felt very good indeed judging by her moans and groans. I bunched her hair in my fist and pulled back her head.

“Does that feel good?” I asked.

“Oh fuck, yes,” she cried, “so fucking good!”

I smacked her arse, making her gasp loudly. So I did it again, and again, several times as I continued to fuck her hard. “Are you a slut, Sue?” I asked.

“I’m your slut, yes,” came her breathless reply.

“Who owns you? Who owns your cunt?”

“You do…Sir,”

And with that, I knew I’d got her exactly as I wanted her. Pushing her head back down, I slammed my dick into her harder than ever, encouraging her to cum with me. She was so close anyway, that she didn’t need any further persuasion, climaxing just as I was on the brink of my own orgasm.

“I’m gonna cum inside you, I’m gonna spunk deep into my whore’s cunt,” I exclaimed, right before I went over the edge, emptying my heavy load inside her, cumming with intensity as I let out the loudest groan. I rolled off and lay back on the kitchen floor, as Sue collapsed forwards next to me, and for a minute we just lay there naked catching back our breath. She was now mine. I knew it, and more importantly, she knew it. Sue was my slut, my submissive, and I was really going to enjoy her in every way!