Taken

Sophie let out a rather undignified and unladylike grunt as Jack stabbed home, chuckling at his little joke. She screwed her eyes up at the pain as his unlubricated cock pushed in and out. Jack didn’t seem to mind.

“Mmm... you’re nice and tight”, he rasped hoarsely as he fucked her, “like a little girl. Your husband is a lucky guy”.

She hung her head and sobbed, powerless, as he pulled nearly all the way out then poked himself hard back in. Quick back and forth thrusts moved her up and down in the mud and the pain eased as she became slick on his cock despite herself.

Jack sped up and grunted with the exertion as he fucked her relentlessly. One arm coiled around her waist and lifted her up onto her toes in the mud, hugging her to him as he pushed in deeper. Through slitted eyes she saw the two dogs sitting facing her, watching curiously as Jack coupled with her, doggy style. The irony wasn’t lost on her.

“Oh”.

“Yes”

“That’s”

“So”

“Right”

His utterances in time with his thrusts before a final deep push that made her sprawl towards the mud again as she felt his seed spill inside her.

It went quiet for a moment as he held himself in deep and she just waited to be release from her torment.

Finally he pulled his cock out but she daren’t move, even though she felt the unpleasant sensation of something running down her thighs.

“Nice arse!”, Jack exclaimed, and she flinched as he rained down a hard slap on her little upturned bottom.

“Now, what next?”