1. The Devil's Pact, Tales from the Best Buy Incident: Obsession


    Date: 12/9/2014, Categories: Fantasy, Cheating, Male/Female, Non-consensual sex, Wife, Author: mypenname3000, Rating: 85, Source: sexstories.com

    The Devil's Pact by mypenname3000 edited by Master Ken Copyright 2014 The Devil's Pact, Tales from the Best Buy Incident: Obsession Note: This takes place three weeks after the Best Buy Incident, following Veronica Beckam and her obsession. Wednesday, June 19th, 2013 “Oh, Veronica!” Marshal, my husband, gasped as he pumped away at my pussy. “I'm gonna cum!” “Yes, yes, I'm coming too!” I lied, squeezing my pussy down on his cock, and shrieking loudly. I could feel my husband's cum spilling inside me, warm, thick, disappointing. “That was great, sugar,” he moaned, kissing me on the lips. “It was,” I lied some more; I was becoming good at it. “The best, Sir.” My pet name for Marshal. His name sounded like a military rank, so when we were dating I would pretend to be his soldier and call him 'Sir.' It made for some interesting experimentation in the bedroom, and even though five years of marriage had tamed our sex life, I had always found it satisfying. Well, I found it satisfying until I fucked that man with his glorious cock during the 'Best Buy Incident', the terrorist attack by Mark Glassner that made an entire store full of strangers fuck each other. Memory of that huge cock filling my snatch, driving my pussy to new plateaus of pleasure spilled into my mind, remanding me just how inadequate my husband's cock had become. My husband rolled off me and I sighed; I was so horny. Ever since we were caught in the orgy, I could not stop thinking about the stranger's cock. I ...
    spent the entire orgy fucking him. Sometimes I would be sucking on my husband's cock, or watching Marshal fuck another woman, but the stranger's cock was in me the entire time, staying hard, stretching my pussy. I felt almost virginal when he was in me. Now Marshal's cock just wasn't satisfying, no matter what positions we tried, or how much foreplay we used. I burned with desire for that dick; it filled every waking moment of my life. I needed to find that stranger; I needed to feel his shaft inside me once again. I was a ball of frustration, and the slightest object could set me off: a banana, or any other phallic food really; sliding a key into a lock; plugging in an electrical cord into a socket. Last time I vacuumed, I tried out the sucking attachment on my snatch, sticking it right on top of my clit, and I might have cum if Marshal didn't interrupt me. At any moment my cunt would get sopping wet, that desperate ache to cum would fill me, and only the stranger's cock could really satisfy me. I needed an earth-shattering cum soon, or I would go mad. I loved my husband dearly. I never thought I would cheat on him, but this burning ache in my loins just would not go away. There was no way I could sleep without some satisfaction—I felt like I was going to explode. Marshal was already asleep, snoring softly, so I quietly opened my nightstand drawer, and pulled out my new vibrator, slipping off to the bathroom. The humming vibration on my clit felt magical. I closed my eyes, ...
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