Infidelity Turned Me into a Cuckquean, Part 1
**Purple**
I didn't intend to cause him any pain. At least, that's what I told myself. It was just a precaution, a means to what I believed was necessary later on.
I found myself in a tram, reminiscing about the day that led to all this. An unimportant argument was underway. I'm really not sure what it was about. But it got us both more furious as we hurled insults at each other.
"You wouldn't understand." I said to him. "You spend so much time playing games that you forget what's important in life!" I liked to make fun of him for loving computers. He defied many stereotypes about geeks being socially awkward or obsessed with dull activities, but I thought it was funny.
"Obviously, it's all about catering to the desires of those snobbish hussies!" he fired back.
"And what do you know about what other people like?" I threw a pillow at him in anger. It was a poor throw, and he easily blocked it. I felt humiliated and turned away.
"I know you just want a raunchy bang to forget you're a pathetic slut!" He retorted.
"That's not even... Ugh!" As I turned back to face him, he threw the pillow at me. It was a much better throw than mine. I felt as if I had collided with my desk and was briefly disoriented. He used that moment to jump on top of me, forcing me onto the couch in our living room.
Before I knew it, he held my arms above my head, one hand pinning them down while the other compressed his fingers around my neck. The pressure wasn't enough to choke me, but it made it difficult to speak. My right leg became trapped between his, while my left was stuck between his right leg and the backrest of the couch.
"What's this?" I gasped, struggling for air.
"The question is, what's your plan, Vi?" He eased up on my neck, allowing me to speak.
"Whatever you want." I said defiantly, refusing to give him the satisfaction.
"Trust me, I've got something scheduled." He loosened his grip around my neck. "We're about to have a real good time." I tried extracting my hands, but he had a tight grip. "Let's see how much you enjoy feeling forbidden."
"Do your worst!" I ordered him, choosing not to show him how much he was affecting me.
"Little lady, I'll give you a decision." He pushed his leg against the sensitive area between my legs, causing me to squirm. "Will you be an obedient girl and let me give you what you crave, or do I have to make you understand in a more memorable way?" He tightened his grip around my neck.
Breathing was becoming difficult. I lied there, unable to flee but not wanting to hurt his ego. "Give me your best shot!" I exclaimed, relenting to his demands.
He removed his hands from my arms and peeled off my shirt, exposing my full chest. I took this opportunity to conceal my hands using the shirt. However, I failed to hide them when he pulled off the shirt and used it to bind my hands together, trapping my arms and hands underneath the seat tray. [
Underneath the spot I'd comfortably sat, he collected my shirt.
"I always knew it." He whispered dryly.
"Shut up and have your way with me!" I cried out, abandoning any traces of dignity.
He resisted the urge to respond and instead pressed his open mouth against mine. The kiss caught me off guard, but I matched it with equivalent zeal, thrusting my tongue into his mouth. After a short while, he drew his lips away from mine.
"Gotcha." He pronounced, regarding me through those adoring eyes.
"Quiet and fuck me!" I shouted, deliberately violating my own dignity.
He swiftly unbuttoned his trousers, grabbed my shoulders, and pulled up my dress. Exposing my naked body, he cautiously inserted himself. He pushed himself deeper into me, striking a rhythm. Each thrust intensified my pleasure. I tried maintaining composure, but my groans were audible.
Soon, he grunted and collapsed on top of me.
"Come on, that's not right!" I grumbled. His shenanigans weren't enough to completely restrain me on the couch, but with my hindered condition he snatched the opportunity to slide lower and snatch my pants off. He left my underwear around my ankles, denying me the spread of my thighs. Having succeeded in leaving me fully exposed, he went back up, sat on top of me, and wrangled my flailing arms before I could fully free myself from this impromptu handcuff.
"This isn't the fair game," he muttered. His gaze was fixated on me with predatory intent, his pupils filled with raging lust and a whisper of fury. He smirked. "This is a one-sided encounter."
I gulped, wishing I didn't decline his proposition of a safeword at our first sexual encounter. It wasn't as though I'd be using it now, but the thought crossed my mind.
He reached down, seizing my breasts in one hand and squeezing. There was no shred of tenderness in our usual erotic encounters. I tried to suppress my moan, but my clit came under his fingers and I couldn't help but emit a small sound of pleasure. He wasted no time, thrusting three fingers into my pussy with vigor. He knew what it took to pleasure a woman, striking the right spots with our customary tempo. But now he was going at it with an intensity that hastefully brought forth my imminent orgasm. I moaned out loud as I did, so deafeningly that our neighbors on the third floor up or down could likely hear our brutal coitus.
During the aftermath, I became aware of a hand on the back of my head, tugging it upward. When my eyes snapped open, I saw he had used my brief disorientation to undress as well and was now pushing his erection in my face. He utilized the cutout in the corner of my mouth, speedily thrusting himself down my throat, the tip grating against my esophageal barrier. The fact that his member couldn't go any further was of little consequence to him as he persisted. My fingers pinpointed my clit, but the pleasure I experienced was overshadowed by his vigorous lovemaking. I decided to abandon my efforts and instead offered a swirly tongue on his shaft. Hopefully, if I could satisfy him sufficiently, he would reward me with more pleasure.
His frenzied thrusts ensued, not permitting me to close my lips around him. He paused, switched tactics, placing his arms behind my thighs and lifting me up. I was slightly off-balance due to my already weakened state, but this reckless embrace managed to position him for--no, not penetration; he was going to fuck me from behind. I lifted onto my tiptoes with some effort and went up on my haunches, allowing him into my cavern. I was on the brink of another orgasm as soon as he slid in. My legs crumpled as I came the hardest I had ever felt, my hands flailing through the air.
With my body beyond his expectations, he carried me around and pressed my upper body to the door. I couldn't muster a semblance of support but he made use of me, lowering his body so that we were nearly eye to eye. He caught hold of my arms, wrapping one around my small frame while the other is ready to enter me. My legs involuntarily lifted from the floor as he pushed his dick in my pussy, an action which forced my landing on my toes. I climaxed shockingly fast at the culmination of my sexual experience to date.
He must have sensed my ineptness to repeat the act, turning me around, holding my limbs beneath my thighs and lifting. My limbs have limited means to aid him, but I was compelled to grab his length and guide it towards my entrance. Within seconds after the moment of separation from his flesh, my eyes met his, the glint of fire in them. The decisional part of my mind was allowing his cock to consume me. I wanted it to scorch me. I yearned for it to possess me.
He pushed deeper into me, causing me to turn away as I shut my eyes in total ecstasy. I was merely a sex object to him at that moment. My moans likely ignited his passion even more, as he revealed no signs of losing any of his fervor. My throat began to ache from all the moaning and the previous face-fuck, so I pressed my head against his shoulder and locked lips with his neck. Another orgasm swelled inside me, but instead of yelling out, I decided to bite his neck, leaving a rather ugly hickey that I later had to inspect to ensure it didn't hurt him.
As my orgasm receded, he pushed me onto the couch and settled down behind me. While I usually enjoy being the "little spoon," this wasn't about my inclinations. He picked this position to access every part of my body. He cupped a handful of my breasts while pushing into me. He rubbed his fingers on top of my clit as he kissed the side of my head. He wrapped his hand around my neck while enlisting my body for his own gratification. I eventually felt his member tense inside my vagina, and his thrusts became more forceful and prolonged. The scorching feeling in my uterus told me he was releasing his load. And once I realized I'd successfully satisfied him, I too had another orgasm, tightening around his penis to increase the thrill of his climax.
He was right when he said it would be a one-sided experience. This was certainly unfair. I was simply enjoying the ride of my life, while he had exerted every ounce of his strength to sustain our mating rituals. In the end, I had multiple orgasms, while he had managed to unload his unwanted desires only once. I had absorbed every drop of his seed into me, while he hadn't had the opportunity to savor a single drop of my nectar. In retrospect, he was right after all. This is precisely what I needed. But at the end of the day, I still came out the winner. As far as my brain was concerned, at least.
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