He fucks me from behind

Without wasting a second, he shoves his cock deep inside my pussy. My pussy graciously accepts it, and I squeeze around it, letting out a loud moan. This feels even better than when I was on my back, and I'm so glad John knew I would like this. I try to stick my ass out as much as I can for him, making sure my back is arched.

"Fuck me, daddy! Give it to me!" I scream out, so loud the neighbors can probably hear us.

John grunts in response, and begins to pound my pussy from behind, making loud slapping noises each time he thrusts into me.

All I can do is keep arching my back and take his cock. And I wouldn't want it any other way. I bury my face in the pillows, to try and muffle my screams, but John has a better idea.

He grabs a fistful of my hair, and yanks back, which feels good instead of hurting.

"Don't hide your screams, slut." he says, his voice deep and gruff.

"I'm sorry! I won't do it again!" I scream back at him, my voice breaking from the pleasure.

He lets go of my hair, and I keep my head up just like he ordered. He slaps me across my ass, hard, making me squeal in a mix of shock and pleasure.

"Bad girl." is all he says, as he spanks me again and again, making my ass sting.

I should be in pain and wanting him to stop, but instead, my body is begging for more.

"Spank me, daddy! I'm sorry! I deserve it!" I moan out.

I've gone from a respectable wife to a slut who calls a boy who's half her age 'daddy'. I should feel shame, but I only feel good about all of this.

John's hard cock keeps slamming into my pussy, and it's reaching places only he can reach. Places my husband doesn't even know about. Places that belong to John.

"Oh god! Oh my god!" I say, my eyes closed tight.

John spanks me again, and I can feel my ass jiggle from his slap. My ass is stinging from the spanking, and all it's doing is turning me on even more.

"Give it to me, daddy!" I say, as I let out a low moan.

"Fuck..." he moans, speeding up.

I can tell he's getting close to cumming. And I fucking want every drop of it inside of me now.

"Cum in me, daddy! Fill me up!" I beg. I look over my shoulder at him, and his face is contorting into what it normally looks like when he's going to cum.

"Please, daddy!" I say, finally pushing him over the edge.

His warm cum fills up my pussy, and I collapse the moment he starts to cum, feeling it unload inside of me. For what feels like forever, he keeps pumping me full of his cum, marking my pussy as his. Finally, his strokes slow down, and he pulls out of me, leaving my pussy filled to the brim and sore, just the way I like it.

While breathing heavily, he leans over and gently takes the handcuffs off of my wrists, a stark contrast to when he was making my ass sting from slapping it earlier. When the handcuffs are off, I sit back up and rub my wrists, noticing the red lines they left.

John collapses on his back onto the bed, and I happily cuddle up next to him, laying my head on his large chest. He begins to stroke my hair, once again, showing off his more gentle side.

"You alright? I didn't hurt you during that too much, right?" he asks me, seeming a little worried.

"Don't worry, it hurt, but I really liked it." I tell him, reassuring him that I'm fine.

I start to feel some of the cum drip out of my pussy, and I actually managed to forget it. I quickly get up and rush over to the bathroom, making sure none of it spills out.