Rachel Summers

The asshole is fucking me again. His nasty fat cock is plowing into my pussy. Pussy only meant for my husband when I wanted it. His eyes boring into mine as he lays on top of me. The feel of his disgusting cum shooting into my pristine pussy. Violating me, entering me, how dare he do this to me.

Something prods my ass. I look around, Jack staring at me, a smile on his face. Tad, watching closely, his cock limp before him. Something prods my ass again, then again.

"Wake up Slut." I hear a voice say, sounding just like the asshole on top of me. Pain and pleasure shoots through my body. I scream, no sound coming out.

Eyes bolt open, my husband's office coming into focus. The asshole standing before me, dressed. The pain and amazing pleasure shooting through my body. I look behind me, the cap of a large marker poking out between my cheeks. I reach behind me to remove the object shoved in my ass.

"Stop," my movements freeze, I look up at his devilish grin. "Leave it in." I grimace, the pain and amazing pleasure fighting against me.

"Now get yourself dressed, it is time to go," I stand, fixing my bra. Slipping into my dress, making sure everything is straight. I walk towards my husband's private bathroom. "Where are you going?"

"To the bathroom, I need to pee and clean up." I tell him, putting on my best look of defiance.

"You may pee and wash your hands, that is all." Fucking asshole, I think to myself. I move to the sink after relieving myself. Washing my hands, I notice myself in the mirror. Frowning at the state of my face and hair. Mascara running down my cheeks, hair a mess, matted with what is obviously cum. I look like a well-used whore.

Heading back to the office, the jackass tells me to lead the way back to the front entrance. Composing myself, I walk out. Luckily the office is mostly closed, only a few people left. Though the looks still there, staring at me.

Moving past security, the guards doing their best not to stare at my obvious state. The entire feel I am getting is that of a walk of shame. Out front the vehicle is waiting for us. I climb into the back, Pain and pleasure coursing through my body due to the marker shoved up my ass. Squirming across the seat as the asshole gets in after me.

"Back to the school," he tells his driver. I sit there in silence the entire time. Looking out the window as cars and people go by. Not wanting to look at him at all.

The entire time, his hand fondles my breasts. Pulling them, pinching my nipples. My pussy reacting to the stimulation. More juices flowing out of me, I can't stop the small moans escaping my lips. The marker not making things any easier. Every squirm causing me pain and **** pleasure.

Thirty minutes later, the car pulls up to the school. I see my car parked on the other side of the lot. A groan escapes my lips, from both having to walk across the lot and his hand letting go of my nipple.

I take a piece of paper from him, "Follow all the directions on that piece of paper." He tells me, groaning once again. "When you get home. If your husband has a woman there, have her remove the marker. If not, you may remove the marker yourself. Now get out." Waving me off.

Getting into my car, happy no one saw me on my walk there. Opening the paper, I read my directions. Anger rolling through me, I can't believe this asshole. The list of items, where to get them. Bastard even tell me how to dress tomorrow as well as where and when to meet him on Saturday.

Tossing the paper to the side, I jam the key into the ignition. The car roaring to life, I floor it out of the lot, heading home.