Whitnessed: A Visual Cuckold Wedding Story by Cara Candle

Author:Cara Candle [Candle, Cara]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2018-07-31T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 3

"I don't have a condom," John said. Whit held up a hand as she finished brushing her teeth, and then she quickly gargled some mouthwash. She did not want John to smell her husband's cock on her breath.

"You don't need one," Whit said. "I just put that one on him so you wouldn't have to deal with his cum."

"I appreciate that," he said. Those were the last words they spoke: John kissed her neck, then down to her breasts, and as he explored every bit of her breasts, he slowly traced a hand up her thigh until he was playing with her pussy.

Whit was beyond foreplay. She pushed his wrist away, then turned around, bracing herself on the sink, sticking her ass out toward him, a wordless invitation to do what she knew by the tent in his pants he wanted to do -- needed to do.

Their heights were a mismatch, but her heels balanced it out. John needed no further instructions from her, and she heard his zipper, then felt the warmth of his cock against her wet, swollen with desire pussy. She clenched her eyes shut as he pushed into her. John was well above average thick, his cock stretching her more than any previous man had -- a pleasure tinged with a touch of pain that turned her on.

He grabbed her breasts from behind as he worked himself into her, pushing in then pulling almost all the way out, before pushing just a bit more in. Whit had to clench her jaw shut to keep from being too loud. On the last thrust, when he was fully inside her, John stopped for a moment. Whit gasped. She loved being so filled and could never remember being so turned on as she was right that moment.

From there, John became a wild animal. He tested the limits of what she could take: rougher and rougher, until he could thrust no harder, and still he wasn't too rough for Whit's lust. Faster, and faster, as well. He pulled her hair, just a bit, and she loved it. John slapped her ass. Everything just made her want him more, made her wetter, made her need release.

If he held on, she could feel her orgasm building. Whit wanted him to fuck her the way her husband never had, or never would. She wanted to feel that massive cock inside her, pushing deeper than anyone had. She wanted John to own her body. Then he gripped her hip, before sliding his hand around, and she felt his index and middle fingers searching for her clit.

He found it, only delayed by the seismic shifts caused by his thrusts. The way he moved is fingers around her clit with the thrusts, keeping in sync with his other movements, drove Whit over the edge. Nearly every muscle in her body seemed to clench up, and she let out a wailing moan that didn't sound like her own voice. The waves of pleasure rippling through her took over her mind, and she felt for a second like she might black out.

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