On a warm, quiet night, Lauren lay in bed listening, through her open bedroom window, to the deep moans of an unknown woman that was repeatedly brought near climax, only to be edged back from her orgasmic bliss. Lauren’s husband, dead to the world in a deep sleep, lay next to her, oblivious of the other woman but thirty feet outside their window, being ravaged by Jason, who had been their best man just three years ago.

Lauren’s fingers were massaging her rock hard nipples as she imagined Jason’s sexual assault on the unknown woman’s body. He was staying in their guest house just behind the swimming pool for a few days, but from the loud noises the lust filled couple was making, they clearly hadn’t made it inside before they were overcome with passion.

The stranger’s moans began again and Lauren could hear her begging Jason to let her come. Lauren knew the sexual frustration and need well, as listening to them through her bedroom window had driven her into a sexual fog of lust of her own. Lauren’s body was on fire, and she too needed release.

Throwing the sheet back, she left her sleeping husband – nothing could wake him from a deep sleep -- and tip-toed to the Great Room at the rear of the house, being careful to leave all the lights off so she not be seen by the copulating couple outside. Standing near a window, peering into the darkness of the night, she could just make them out in the shadows, their bodies reflecting a light glow from the pool lamps which cast a soft light. Lauren couldn’t see faces, but the body of a naked woman, flat on her back, legs spread, and Jason’s head buried in her pussy, was clear enough to make her own juices flow, dampening the small thong that Lauren had worn to bed.

The moaning grew louder and more intense, as Lauren watched Jason pleasure her. She could even hear the jagged breathing and gasps for air, now competing with Lauren’s own jagged breathing and small gasps of arousal.

Dropping her thong to the floor, the now naked Lauren pushed a finger inside her soaked pussy, and let out a moan of her own, as she began to finger herself to the sight of the sexual show being performed for her own erotic pleasure. Gripping a tit and pulling on a nipple, Laruen rubbed her engorged clit as she gazed at the two naked bodies in her backyard.

Then she heard it, the tell-tale signs of a blinding orgasm. The moans turned to screams, turned to wailing, as the nameless woman came hard on Jason’s devilishly talented tongue, and her body writhed in orgasmic bliss, shaking uncontrollably while Lauren watched. Then Lauren herself came hard on her fingers and shook from the intensity of the orgasm. Leaning against the window for support, she felt her juices running down her leg, giving her that dirty girl feeling that added a certain intensity and excitement to it all.

After both women had calmed, Lauren watched as Jason stood up, towering over the nameless woman lying on the cushioned chase lounge. He was tall, and fit – always attracting women with his rugged good looks. But it was the size of his huge, throbbing cock that locked her in this spot, watching with a greedy look at the next instrument of the other woman’s pleasure.

Lauren could hardly believe that she was doing this, watching Jason, naked in all his glory, about to ram his big cock into the woman and fuck her. She knew she shouldn’t be watching this, and she sure as hell shouldn’t be playing with herself as if it was a porn video, but there she was, frozen in place, face pressed against the window, wishing that Jason’s huge dick was pointed at her own needy pussy.

At that moment, a wanton feeling of greedy lust and dark depravity swept across her body, exciting her all the more, as she realized the dirty nature of her voyeuristic bliss – watching the best man from her wedding in his most primal state, and despite her marriage, craving it all for herself.

With a forceful thrust, Jason plunged his hard cock into the woman’s cunt, forcing itself all the way in until he bottomed out. The scream that emitted from the woman’s mouth was other-worldly, and Lauren’s own fingers thrust into her empty pussy, in an attempt to match the feeling and meet her own need.

With each hard thrust of his cock, Jason fully impaled his captive, and each time she gave out a primal moan or scream that fed Lauren’s own erotic desires and cravings. The woman was taking a pounding from a frenzied Jason that slammed his cock in and out of her in rapid fire, as if he were a man possessed by a demon; completely out of control with animal lust.

Lauren was working her fingers hard and fast, plunging them deep into her pussy, now on fire with her own lust that needed to be satisfied. The depravity and wanton nature of it all simply overwhelmed her. She was so excited, so aroused, so inflamed with craven need, that she couldn’t stop watching, or fingering herself, for any reason. Her mind was oblivious to the rational, and now only responded to the cries of her body, which was in desperate need. In her own fog of lust, Lauren fingered herself to a rising climax as she watched and listened Jason fuck the unknown woman into oblivion. Her screams of ecstasy as her body was ravaged by this beast, fueled Lauren’s own rising orgasm, as did the image of Jason pounding his engorged cock into her, slamming his body against hers, over and over again, as he let out his own wails and frenzied animal cries.

Just as a shattering orgasm overcame Jason and his partner, screaming in blissful agony together, Lauren’s own climax blinded her and her legs buckled, as she let out a muted scream of pleasure, before collapsing on her knees to the floor – spent from an overpowering orgasm that left her panting for air.

Once she finally opened her eyes, Lauren saw Jason picking up his partner, and carrying her into the guest house behind the pool. She had no doubt that further erotic pleasures awaited them this night, and for the first time in her life, she felt envious of any woman that kept Jason’s company.

As Lauren crept back to bed, and lay next to her still sleeping husband, she reflected on her actions, and her desires, wondering how such powerful feelings of desire could have swept over her like that, when she had never cared for Jason and his rakish ways.

Jason was a womanizer, always on the prowl for the next great lay. And his seductions often focused on married women, whom he believed were looking for the excitement their husbands didn’t give them, but a bad boy like he could readily supply. In Jason’s mind, married women were safe bets, because they were not likely looking for emotional attachments or commitments, simply some wild, sexual fun. And that suited Jason just fine. But it was always something Lauren detested about him, even if she had come to accept it, because of his long standing friendship with her husband.

So why was it that this man whom Lauren despised, was now the source of her arousal as she lay in bed next to her blissfully unaware husband? She should be feeling guilty, but the scenes that she watched unfold before her that night were too compelling and arousing to shake from her mind.

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Lauren awoke the next morning to a ringing phone, and listened to her husband take the call and tell the hospital he would be right there. Her husband Mark was a surgeon, and was just called in this Saturday to operate on the victim of a terrible car crash. He would be gone for hours. So much for him entertaining his friend Jason today, she thought.

As Mark quickly got ready to leave the house, they heard Jason’s rental car start up outside, and then pull out of the driveway.

“I guess you don’t have to worry about what to do with Jason in my absence after all,” Mark said, looking out the window as the car drove off. Turning to look at his wife, he added, “That should make things easier for you. I know you really don’t care to be around him too much.”

“Me, not enjoy being around a womanizing pig that preys on every attractive woman he sees, and doesn’t have the emotional maturity of a hamster? I can’t imagine why I don’t care to be around your best friend?” Lauren said sarcastically.

Mark laughed, and jokingly defended his friend by telling his good wife that was a bit harsh. “After all, I think we can say he’s more mature than a hamster. Don’t you think he’s at least to the maturity level of a junior higher?” he said with a wink.

“Oh you think that’s funny, don’t you, but you’re lucky he’s not chasing after your wife. Hell, I think he considers every other married woman he knows fair game!”

As Mark pulled his wife in for a hug and a goodbye kiss, he said: “That’s one thing I can count on, he’s never hit on you. Of course you’re like ice around him, so he probably knows better than to make a play for the ice queen.”

Lauren took a swat at Mark as he dodge away from her, laughing. “But seriously honey, he’s always respected our friendship and left you alone. You can at least be grateful for that.”

And with that feeling of security in his friend’s distance from his wife, Mark headed out for a long day of surgery at the hospital. As he drove off, Lauren reflected on those moments when Jason had in fact flirted with her – times and events that Lauren didn’t want to tell her husband about for fear of what he might do. Not that the occasions of looking down her shirt, checking out her body, and whispered teases were anything different from what other men did with her. Hell, she was an attractive woman, and she enjoyed men responding to her body. He made her feel desired, and every woman wants to feel desired, even if she is a faithful, loving wife as Lauren was. So she put up with those “typically male” advances, as harmless as they were, knowing that Jason never really pressed himself on her. Well, there was that one time at the wedding reception, but she just racked that up to his inebriation, and tried to put that out of her mind, as it never happened again.

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Lauren pulled a tight little cropped white t-shirt on before walking out to the kitchen to make some coffee. She knew she looked a sexy sight, a sun-kissed blonde in her little pink thong and sheer t, which pulled against her bountiful but firm boobs. If Jason was still around, she would have dressed, but she felt safe to roam the house nearly naked for a while. She liked that sexy feeling, walking around the house in little or nothing, and enjoying the warm California air.

Just as she was turning the coffeemaker on, she nearly jumped out of her skin at the sound of the back door opening and someone walking in. Turning in fear quickly to see who was coming in, she stood face to face with Jason, wearing nothing but a tight little Calvin Klein microhip brief with an extra wide waist band emblazoned with the designer’s name across it.

The look in Jason’s eyes was one of utter shock as well. They started babbling over one another.

“What are you doing here? I heard your car drive away,” Lauren called out over Jason’s “I thought I saw your car drive away a few minutes ago. What are you doing home?”

Clearly, they both thought the other had driven off, leaving them alone in the house. But here they stood, in their underwear, staring at each other. Lauren’s deep blue eyes widened a bit as she took in his muscled body and the obvious bulge in his briefs, pushing against the tight fabric.

Jason looked down at himself, and then back to Lauren, before saying: “No, it’s not just gay men that wear these briefs. I find that most of the women I ...,” he paused as he searched for the right phrasing, “… spend time with, like me in something a little bit sexier than baggy boxers. Speaking of sexy, you’re looking pretty amazing this morning,” Jason said with a wink.

Fuck. Here she was, standing in a sheer thong, and a sheer cropped tee, just three feet away from a man she loathed; a womanizing, bad boy, wolf of a man that viewed woman as nothing more than sex objects and play toys. And now he was leering at her. Not that he – and many others – hadn’t done that before. But she had always been dressed and out in public. Granted, she was often dressed in sexy, plunging tops, or sheer lacy shirts, and tight, form fitting yoga pants or shorts or mini-skirts that revealed more than a little flesh. She was a beautiful woman, with the perfect set of curves, and she liked looking sexy, and loved the attention she drew from men when she dressed like that. Still, this was more than she could believe – her nipples visible and pressing through her tight t, and her pussy lips and slit enveloped, outlined and exposed by the form gripping thong – leaving nothing to the imagination. She felt completely exposed before him and she was. Then, unexpectedly, a shiver traveled down her spine and her nipples hardened even more as she felt a twinge between her legs. Fuck. What was happening to her?

Lauren’s mind went blank. How could her body be reacting with arousal to this exposure in front of a man that she despised? She didn’t know, but clearly her body was inflamed and stimulated, even if her mind told her how disgusting her situation was.

Lauren was a confident woman, and she never showed a hint of doubt or vulnerability anytime to anyone. She wasn’t about to change that now by running off screaming to the bedroom to put on some clothes. So she stood her ground, facing her husband’s ogling friend, and talked on as if it was the most natural thing for two people to do – standing nearly naked and holding down a conversation. And in the course of that conversation she discovered that Jason’s evening “guest” had taken his rental car and driven home earlier, in order to not be seen or identified by Lauren or Mark. And Jason learned that Mark had been called in to perform emergency surgery, and would not be back for hours.

“You know, it doesn’t bother me,” Jason commented, “but I’ll understand if you’re intimidated being alone with me without more clothes on, so it’s ok if you go put something else on Lauren.”

Perhaps it was meant as a kindness, but Lauren took it more as a condescension, so his words had the opposite effect on her. She dug her heels in. She didn’t care what he said. If he could stand around talking to her in his underwear, she could do the same in hers. Who knows, perhaps it was reverse psychology on his part, or maybe it was pure dumb luck, but whatever the case, Jason had the good fortune of Lauren telling him that it didn’t bother her at all to be alone with him in her underwear.

“After all Jason, it’s not much different than the little bikini I wore at the pool party last night with all of our friends. In fact, you could say that I am more covered up this morning,” she said with feigned confidence.

Jason’s deep chuckle used to irritate her, but this morning it aroused a sensual feeling that passed over her body like a gentle wave, making every nerve ending come alive and tingle with anticipation.

“Great,” he said. “I enjoy you in your bikini, but I love it with you dressed like this! Truth be told Lauren, you’re even sexier in this outfit.”

She should have left it alone, for she knew why he said it, but the words escaped her mouth before she could pull them back. “You’re crazy, it’s just a thong and tee. Why is this so much sexier?”

Looking her deep in the eyes, and through some unexplainable power over her – a magnetic hold he used on other woman, now experienced by Lauren for the first time – Jason held eye contact and she couldn’t divert her eyes. Then he told her bluntly, exactly why she looked sexier this morning.

“First, your tee may cover more skin, but it has a deep scoop and it’s completely sheer, showing off your tits and nipples better than your bikini top did last night. And just like every other man I know, there is nothing I enjoy more than seeing a woman’s hard, protruding nipples on a hot day like this. I enjoy seeing your arousal.” He held her gaze, and she shuddered.

Lauren was flummoxed, and opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. She was embarrassed that he caught her in her excited state, but didn’t know what to say. How could she deny the obvious? Her hard nipples said it all.

“Second,” he continued, “while you may have worn a tiny thong bikini last night, it was lined, and not as revealing as your sheer thong this morning. This grips your pussy so tight, perfectly outlining your shaved pussy lips – God I love a woman with a clean shaven pussy, and I can clearly see it’s clean shaved. I love to look at the fabric pulled tight and showing off your pussy lips Lauren, not to mention that gorgeous slit of yours. I’ve wanted to see this for a very long time Lauren.”

It was bold, direct, blunt and overtly sexual. Jason undressed her body and told her why he liked it so much, as only a rogue could do. He didn’t need to add that he wanted to fuck her, because it was clear in his eyes and the sound of his velvety deep voice, that’s exactly what he wanted right now.

Lauren’s mouth dropped open, but quickly recovering, she managed to eke out a few words, and said as nonchalantly as she could:

“Well Jason, you’ve been looking down my shirt and trying to see my tits for quite a few years, so more power to you if you have a better view this morning. And hell, you might as well get a view of my pussy, if it means that much to you. It’s nice to know that a woman can have so much power over a man that you obsess with me like this for years.”

And now, trapped to spend the morning with Jason in a near naked state, Lauren should have felt shame and disgust. But surprisingly, she felt sexy, desired, and oh so alive and aroused. From the look of it, so was Jason.

“You know Jason, if you’re uncomfortable with so little to wear, and exposing yourself to me more than you want, feel free to put some clothes on.”

It was her chance to turn the tables on him, as she watched with interest his growing desire, literally rising in his briefs and straining against the material for release. There was no embarrassment in his eyes, or his action though. Jason was the kind of man that felt perfectly at ease with the wife of his best friend, sporting a raging hard-on, barely covered by his tight briefs.

“Oh, don’t let this hard dick bother you. It’s what always happens when I’m with a woman as beautiful as you,” he said with ease, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

“You don’t have to worry about me Jason. It’s not the first time I’ve been confronted by your uncontrollable hormones,” Lauren said, trying to make a joke of it.

A wide, dirty grin spread across Jason’s face. “Oh, you’re thinking back to your wedding day, when I danced with you at the reception, aren’t you?” Jason commented with a knowing look.

“You remember that, do you?” Lauren teased. “And here I thought you were so drunk that you forgot all about it.”

Jason’s response was swift and clear. “Hell no! I’ll never forget that wedding reception. You were such a good sport, letting me dance two slow dances in a row with you while your husband waited off to the side with the other guests. I see you remember it well too.” His eyebrows raised as he finished speaking.

“It’s hard for a bride to forget the best man at her wedding – my husband’s best friend – grinding his hard cock into me during two long slow dances at my own wedding Jason. No, that’s not something I’m likely to forget.”

Jason’s eyes danced with excitement as he remembered it. “As I recall, you didn’t pull away from me. In fact, by the end of that second dance, you were pushing back against my cock pretty hard too.”

“Is that what you remember Jason? Well, if it makes you feel good, go ahead and think of it that way. But let’s be clear about this. I danced two dances in a row with you so I could steer you off to the side where you could walk away from me with your state of arousal, and desire for the bride, a little more discreetly than you could have if the entire crowd had seen your budding erection. I was just looking out for you and my husband that night. Nothing more.”

Jason’s deep chuckle sent Lauren’s pussy into a clinch, just as his hard cock on her wedding night had done the same thing as she pressed against it. She thought it was just the abundance of alcohol at her wedding that dulled her senses and resolve, but she would never admit to him that he was right, and she had ground back on his cock during those dances, feeling like a very naughty girl with a dirty secret, which simply made it all the more exciting.

Jason interrupted her thoughts. “Hey, I could have had you that night if I wanted to.” Holding his hands up to stop her protests before they started, he quickly changed tack.

“But that’s neither here nor there,” he said, while waiving his hands. “Just know that I had no seduction in mind for my best friend’s new bride that evening. Unlike some other weddings I’ve attended.”

Had she pondered his emphasis on the word “that evening,” she might have stopped and fled, realizing that he had no such qualms about seducing her now. Instead, it was his reference to the seduction of other brides that grabbed her attention. That little tidbit of information succeeded in diverting Lauren’s questioning.

“What do you mean ‘unlike some other weddings’? Have you tried to seduce the bride at other weddings?” Lauren was aghast – yet strangely aroused. What was wrong with her?

“Do you really want to know Lauren?” One look at her and he knew the answer. “Alright, well it’s happened more than once. The last time was with someone you know, a friend of yours. I won’t say who, as that wouldn’t be very gentlemanly of me. And before you interrupt me and tell me that I’m not a gentleman, let me just say that even rogues like me have certain standards of discretion.”

Lauren’s interest was more than piqued.

“Hell Jason, you can’t tell me that a friend of mine fucked you on her wedding night and then leave me hanging like that. Shit, it’s going to drive me nuts wondering who that is. And I’m going to be thinking the worst about all of my friends until you tell me. Come on. Give me some kind of clue,” she pleaded.

Jason simply laughed at her, and decided that it was great fun toying with her like this. He liked her pleading, and thought he had her just where he wanted her. And oh how he wanted her. She may be his best friend’s wife, but this was not their wedding night, and as far as he was concerned, she was fair game now.

“Well, I wouldn’t use the word ‘worst’ to describe your friend,” he said, with a raised eyebrow. “I have to say that was one of the most exciting nights of my life, and I’ve had plenty of exciting nights.”

Lauren rolled her eyes at Jason’s boast, but he continued, undeterred.

“You know I love to fuck married women. It’s safe for a confirmed bachelor like me – no emotional attachment and no commitment. Seducing a married woman is just good fucking fun. But more than that, it’s exciting to screw another man’s wife. I get off on the dirty thrill of it, to be honest with you Lauren. The forbidden and taboo of taking another man’s wife excites like nothing else can.”

As Jason talked, and explained his craving for married women, a warm feeling came over Lauren, and she found herself subconsciously pushing her legs together to get some friction in her pussy, which was getting damper by the minute.

Jason continued. “But the feeling of ravaging a new bride right after her wedding and before her husband consummates the marriage, is an unbelievable sensation. It’s so bad, so fucking dirty, that we both came harder than we ever had before.”

For the next fifteen minutes Jason went on to answer Lauren’s questions and describe in greater detail the dirty seduction that topped all other seductions. When in the end he confirmed that he had fucked her since the wedding too, Lauren’s curiosity got the best of her. She had to know what friend of hers was such a fucking dirty slut to do something like that. It was, however, her arousal at the thought of this dirty slut fucking Jason that surprised her the most. It was more than curiosity. This woman and her slutty ways intrigued her and aroused her mind and body in an incomprehensible way.

“Can you keep the secret? No one can know. Not Mark, not any of your friends, not the bride, and certainly not her husband.”

Lauren swore that she could keep a secret, but when he told her who the unfaithful bride was, she couldn’t believe it – didn’t believe it.

“I tell you it’s true. She was just here with me again last night.”

“Fuck you Jason. I can’t believe that Alissa let you fuck her on her wedding night. And I sure as hell don’t believe that you fucked her again right here under my nose last night, just three months after her marriage!”

“We’ll, it’s true. Her hubby was out of town and she was here all alone.”

Lauren protested that she had left with friends, but Jason told her that’s the impression she had given, but instead she hid in the guest house until everyone else had left, and then in the morning, took his rental car home since she had come by cab to the party.”

Still disbelieving him, Jason offered proof in the form of a video of last night’s escapades.

“You filmed her? What kind of monster are you?”

“Hey, before you jump down my throat, you should know that she agreed to the filming. It’s true, she was pretty tipsy when she did, but she still agreed. Besides, I’d never show it to anyone.”

Lauren fumed, not sure what to believe. Part of her was furious with him, part of her thought he was lying and toying with her, and part of her was excited at the dirty story – so excited that her wet pussy was starting to leave a mark on the front of her thong. It’s the kind of thing Jason always noticed, and took advantage of.

“Look, I’m telling you the truth Lauren. I don’t care if you believe me or not, but it’s true. If you want to see the video to confirm it, you’re the one person I’d show it to. If not, than just take my word for it.” Jason stared at Lauren, challenge in his eyes.

“But why …?”

"Why would a good bride and new wife want to fuck me on the side? Because I offer dirty, forbidden excitement a husband can’t offer. I’m the bad boy giving up a cornucopia of sexual adventure and naughty experiences that no husband will ever offer. Don’t get me wrong, like most of the married women I fuck, Alissa loves her husband. But she gets her rocks off with me in a way that she can’t with her hubby. And in fact, I think most of them will tell you that I spice things up in the bedroom with their spouses too.”

“Oh that’s just great. So now you’re some kind of marriage counselor, helping needy women with their marriages?” Lauren’s sarcasm was thick, but she was more than intrigued.

“Jason grabbed Lauren by the hand and pulled her toward the guest house. Her weak protests did nothing to slow him down. Once in the guest house out back, he pushed her down on the loveseat, moved to the TV, grabbed his phone, and cast the X-rated video, complete with soundtrack, to the TV.

Lauren couldn’t believe her eyes. There was Alissa, on her hands and knees on the bed, being fucked by Jason. Pummeled might be a better word. It was the hardest, roughest, most brutal, animalistic fucking she had ever seen. He pulled her hair, spanked her ass, gripped her by the throat, and rammed in and out of her cunt with such power and force, that Lauren thought he would break her. But instead, Alissa ate it up, screaming for more and more, until she finally came in one overpowering climax that turned her scream to silent gasping for air, as her body trembled and shook, then convulsed, before collapsing on the bed in complete and utter exhaustion. If ever a woman was good and fucked into oblivion, it was Alissa being savagely fucked by Jason, who had exploded with his own screaming orgasm as he pumped his hot seed into her married, slutty cunt. Lauren had never been fucked like that, she thought to herself, but her body ached for it.

She could have stopped the video, having confirmed the truth of Jason’s story, but she didn’t. Instead, Lauren sat next to Jason on the loveseat, one hand unconsciously moving to her pussy, shoving the thong aside and fingering herself, while the other hand moved to her tit, where she began to massage it and play with her nipple. Here she was, openly masturbating next to her husband’s best friend while she watched a private porn video of her “best man” using Alissa as a sex toy.

She didn’t notice it at first, but Jason began to play with Lauren’s other tit, massaging it, pulling on her nipple, twisting the nipple, and finally taking her tit into his mouth and sucking it, while he played with his hard cock. Somewhere along the line, he had removed his underwear without her seeing it, so he was completely naked as he played with her tits, and jerked on his own cock – all to the groans and moans of the continuing sexual encounter on screen. By now, Lauren was adding to the soundtrack with her own moans.

Lauren watched the TV as Alissa helped Jason recover by sucking his dick, and Lauren fingered herself harder as she watched him fuck her friend in the ass. But the toys on the bed, the whip, cane, nipple clamps, rope, and much more, told of more debauchery to come, and excited her all the more. She was lost in a fog of lust, and now completely understood why Alissa had given herself over to these craven desires, this insatiable lust, the debauched animal cravings that Lauren herself now felt.

She looked over to Jason, who had replaced her fingers with his own and rubbed her clit while he sucked her tit. She was a married woman being played with by another man. But that reality, rather than stopping her dead in her tracks with guilt, simply electrified her nerve endings with sexual stimulant.

She had gone over to the dark desires. Now she wanted this bad boy for her own. She craved the lust and orgasms that only he could give her, and relished the feeling of excitement that her own betrayal to her husband was now offering her. She was a very bad girl, and that’s exactly what she wanted to be right now – full of the feeling that only being bad could give her. She had teased up to the edge, playing with temptation for the most titillation it could offer, and the closer to the edge she got, the more her excitement grew. Now perched on the edge of temptation, she succumbed to that temptation – overpowered by a deep seated lust that only a man like Jason could tap into. Pulled in by the allure and enticement of the moment, Lauren released herself to Jason’s seduction without a fight. She simply couldn’t resist. Her body had never felt so alive and so flush with desire and sexual hunger. She relished her feeling of depravity, only craving more and more as she clung to Jason in the hopes of descending further into a debauchery that she could only imagine, but that she yearned for with all of her soul.

Taking Jason’s head in her two hands, and pulling him to her, Lauren gave Jason a deep, passionate kiss – the kind of kiss that conveyed a need for so much more, and that symbolized her surrender to him. Their tongues played with each other, and he bit her lip, before returning to the deep French kissing that stirred their longing for a deeper connection of bodies. When they finally came up for air, Jason looked her in the eyes with that mesmerizing gaze of his, and asked her what she wanted.

Without hesitation, her reply came in a clear, husky voice. “Fuck me Jason. Take your best friend’s wife, and fuck me.”

Jason grabbed Lauren by the throat, yanked her up off the loveseat, and pulled her across the room to the bed, where he threw her down. Climbing on top of her body – her legs fully spread for him – Jason again took her by the throat and growled in her ear.

“Are you sure you’re ready for this? Is little miss perfect prepared to betray her husband? Are you sure you’re ready to be used as a fuck toy by a rake like me?”

Lauren whimpered her consent as Jason continued his verbal assault.

“That’s what you are you know. You’re nothing but a fuck toy, a play thing. That’s what excites you, isn’t it Lauren? You don’t want to be made love to by a caring husband. You want a beast of a man to take you and ravage you in an all-consuming lust. You want to have your brains fucked out by an animal like me, don’t you?” Jason said with a force that shook her.

As he tormented her with his words, his hand tightened its grip on her throat and his cock teased her open and needy pussy, but didn’t penetrate her. She pushed her opening towards his taunting prick, but he would pull it back as she did, increasing her sexual frustration.

She started pleading with him. “God, stick it in me. I need your cock Jason. Just give it to me. Why are you torturing me like this?” she said, exasperation thick in her voice.

“Because I can,” he said, forcefully punctuating each word, penetrating her to the core. With those three simple words, she now knew that he controlled her completely, and it sent a tremor through her body, flooding her pussy. Jason felt it, and grinned his wolfish grin of satisfaction. She truly had surrendered everything to him. He owned her body, and now he was going to use it for his own pleasure.

“Are you my dirty little slut, Lauren?”

A weak “yes” escaped her lips.

“Then if you want this cock, convince me of it,” he whispered in her ear.

“You dirty bastard. You always get what you want, don’t you? Hell, I’ll say it for you if it will get that hard dick of yours inside me,” she spat the words out. “I’m your dirty slut. You want me? I’m yours. My body is yours. You can do anything you want to me because I’m your slut, Jason. Does that satisfy you? I was a good girl before today. You did this to me. You made me a slut -- your slut. Are you happy now? Just stick that cock of yours in me and start fucking me like the slut I am!”

She hadn’t had time to catch a breath after her rant before Jason plunged his cock into her waiting cunt, impaling her in one hard thrust. Lauren gasped as it took her breath away. Implanted completely inside her needy pussy, Jason held himself there and locked eyes with her.

“Nicely said, slut.”

Then he began to pound into her with a force and passion she had never felt before. It was a ravaging of her body, as Jason pounded in and out of her in rapid fire, his body slamming into hers each time he pierced her cunt and thrust deep to her cervix. His balls were slapping against her as he assaulted her hole over and over again in an unending onslaught, hammering away at her pussy in frenzied abandon, with an all-consuming lust.

Lauren’s body was on fire, nerve endings tingling, with electrical shock waves shooting from the tips of her nipples to the deepest place in her womanhood. As Jason pinned her to the bed and fucked her with a force that would leave her black and blue, she realized the sexual power she possessed that could stir this kind of unholy lust in a man, and that realization sent another shock wave of pre-orgasmic trembling through her body, as she climbed that mountain toward an climax she ached for.

Jason still had a grip around Lauren’s throat. Over and over he tightened that grip and released it as he fucked her, showing her that he could manipulate her body for his own pleasure. But his control of her body gave Lauren a licentious hunger she never dreamed of, as she surrendered herself to the most base and animal impulses of this lust craved beast violating her body in the most craven way. Thrust. Pound. Slam. Reverse. Thrust. Pound. Slam. Over and over again his hard body invaded her tight cunt that now gripped him like a vice and spasmed repeatedly in its hold on his manhood.

He could feel her body tensing, as she neared orgasm, but Jason was trying to hold back his own climax so he could continue his offense on her body again after she came. Now her deep moans were turning to guttural whines, and her breathing was haggard with quick gasps for air in-between the electrical shocks and convulsions that were overwhelming her body. All the while, Jason fucked her with a punishing force and relentlessness.

The room went black, then as she closed her eyes it was as if stars burst into fireworks, seen behind closed eyes and felt exploding through her body, as her whole frame shook and convulsed while she wailed in orgasmic bliss. It was a hard crashing climax, with other-worldly screams as Lauren came on Jason’s pulsing, pounding shaft. Just as she crested that mountain top orgasm, he thrust deep one last time, and held his cock there as his grip on her throat tightened once again.

It took a force of will to not shoot off his own cum, but Jason was experienced at holding himself back. Of course having fucked another woman through the night was also a help to him holding off his climax.

Once Lauren stopped shaking, he withdrew his erection and laid by her side on the bed, one arm wrapped around her, and she slowly recovered from a blinding orgasm that shook her world. As her breathing turned from gasps, to rapid breaths, and finally slowed to something more normal, Jason whispered in her ear that there were so many things he wanted to do to her, so many things to try on her. He might not be able to deliver on all his desires for her body today, but he would definitely make use of her body for sexual adventure in the future. And then the dirty realization that Lauren was now his mistress – that this was not a onetime thing – hit her, and the tingling between her legs began again, as she gave herself over to him completely. She truly was his slut.

Jason’s cock was still raging hard and in need of relief, so with Lauren recovered, he began to play with her tits and pussy, teasing them both with sensual touches that stroked her desire. It didn’t take long for Lauren’s libido to inflame with passion for more. It wasn’t just Jason’s touch, as expert as he was at stimulating a woman’s craving. There is no more powerful sexual organ than the mind, and Jason had tapped into a dark craving lurking deep inside Lauren’s mind that awakened a wanton lust she had never known before. As she again looked at the whips, ropes, clamps, and other toys laying nearby, her body was more than ready for his tortures.

Grabbing her once again, Jason pulled her up on all fours. Her hole was ripe, open, dripping with her desire. What a sight, completely defiled and degraded, and once again in the “fuck me” position, this vision of her inflamed his beastly hunger for her flesh.

He played with her ass, massaging both cheeks with his hands, toying with her as he stroked her passion. Then, without warning, Jason’s hand raised and came down hard on her ass. God, he loved the scream of surprise she released. And so began his assault on her ass, as he spanked both cheeks, one after the other, back and forth, over and over again, turning each scarlet. Her shrieks cheered Jason on, as he punished her with sexual pleasure, for the pain that radiated through her flesh, spread to her pussy, transforming into electrifying desire in the sensual feeling it aroused in her. The overload of sensation, pain mixed with pleasure, had her head spinning.

Just when she thought she couldn’t take any more stimulation, Jason returned to the soft caresses of her ass, soothing and arousing at the same time. Every nerve in her body was on fire with wanton, greedy hunger for more. She swung her ass back and forth, from side to side, in shameless desire, looking every bit the degenerate that she was.

Reaching over and finding a bottle of oil, Jason began to pour it over her ass and massage it into her soft, tender skin. As his hands swirled in luscious, circular motions, moving ever closer to her pussy that was once again on fire with need, he began to probe her asshole, teasing it with his fingers. She bucked back into his finger, as he rimed her and then pushed it in, surprised at the pleasurable sensation it gave her. More and more his attention focused on this orifice, this new found tunnel of delight. To her own surprise, it excited her more, and an impassioned moan escaped her mouth as Jason pushed his thumb all the way into her anus, opening her channel for more fun. As she wiggled her ass in delight, she was the perfect picture of lewd craving.

When she felt Jason’s cock pressing against her ass, she stopped with a gasp, realizing what he intended to do to her now.

“I’ve never been fucked in the ass before,” she protested.

“I don’t doubt it, good girl that you were. But you’re my dirty little slut now, remember? And what you won’t give to your husband, you will give to me. You promised you’d let me do anything to you that I wanted. And now I want your ass Lauren.”

Again, she started to protest, but he cut her off. “Enough talk. You’re mine. Your ass is mine. There is no argument here. I’m going to fuck it. You’re not truly a dirty little slut until you’re fucked in the ass, so now it’s time for me to break you in,” he growled.

With that, the head of his cock was at her opening, pushing gently into her ass. As it gave way to his girth, he would pull back a fraction, then push forward again, slowly driving deeper into her opening. It was a virgin ass, and oh so tight, giving Jason a grip like no other. He worked his way in over time, until she finally had taken his entire length, feeling so full and debased, but enjoying the new found feeling more than she could have imagine. Like the ass slapping, the pain morphed into pleasure, as his cock filled her and rubbed against her membrane.

When she had adjusted to the new sensation, Jason began to fuck her, pulling out, and then pushing back into her, opening her ass with the patience of a horseman breaking in a wild steed. And that’s exactly what he was doing, breaking in a new steed to ride. At one point, he pulled all the way out, leaving a gaping hole for his licentious viewing pleasure. God, what a sight, her ass up in the air, hole gaping wide open and ready to be fucked. It was the perfect image of dissipation, and Lauren’s new degenerate state.

With the hole well-oiled and primed, Jason began to truly fuck her now, pushing his cock into her fast and deep, thrusting hard against her, and bottoming out as his pelvis pushed up against her ass. Holding her hips tight in his hands, he plunged into her harder and faster, assaulting her ass as he had once attacked her pussy, slamming his body into hers with greater speed and force. The ferocity of the assault on her ass took her breath away, and her moans grew louder, encouraging him to fuck her all the faster and harder.

As she buried her head in the sheets, ass high in the air, Jason grabbed her hair with one hand, and pulled her head back hard. Her hair was taut, pulled back tight, as he rammed his cock deep into her ass again and again. With a fist-full of hair in his hands, it looked as if he was pulling on the manes of a horse he was riding. And it was not far from the truth, as he rode his slut hard, driving her into a thrilling shock of orgasmic sensations throbbing through her whole body.

His own need was so great, that he didn’t let up. His cock was pulsing, wrapped in the tight grip of her ass, and ready to explode. Their moans and wails competed with each other, fueling each other’s lust, as their bodies careened together in bestial carnality. He felt her body tensing, just as he began a deep, long guttural cry, reaching his climax just as she came again on his pounding cock. The shock waves hit Lauren’s body in a crash, and her eyes rolled to the back of her head, as she gasped in overloaded stimulation. As his hot seed shot deep into her ass, thrust after thrust filling her hole, Lauren’s body quivered and convulsed in orgasmic bliss. Even after she collapsed on the bed, fully spent in fleshly delight, she trembled with pleasure. Her circuits blew in an overload of sensation that left her completely drained, but totally satiated.

Jason collapsed on top of her in exhaustion, then finally gained the strength to roll to his side, and pull Lauren to him. When their breathing calmed, he looked into her eyes, stroked her hair, and told her what a good girl she had been.

“There’s more to come, my dear. But let’s enjoy the moment while it lasts.”

Wrapped in each other’s arms in total fatigue, with smiles on their faces, they slept the deep sleep that only gluttonous sexual delight can provide.