I never imagined this would be how the night would unfold when my friend, Jessica, asked me to secretly pretend to be her for a night so she could have a wild night out with her lover. What started as a simple favor, something to help her escape the monotony of her life with her clingy husband, turned into something far beyond my expectations.
A Crazy Favor
Part 2 - The Revelation
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As my orgasm quivered through me, a wave of pleasure coursed over every inch of my body, my muscles tightening and trembling as Trevor’s release filled me. The warmth of his cum inside me seemed to amplify the intensity of the moment, leaving me breathless and shaking, every nerve still buzzing with satisfaction. We collapsed together onto the bed, tangled in the sheets in a post-pleasure haze.
My hair was disheveled, strands sticking to my face, my skin flushed with warmth from the intensity of our connection. My breasts rose and fell with each breath, my waist still cinched from the way he had gripped me, my hips lingering with the sensation of being used by him. My legs felt like jelly, splayed comfortably on his bed as I lay there, a small smile still playing on my lips, basking in the aftermath of something so intense and fulfilling. that was amazing, I thought.
I never imagined this would be how the night would unfold when my friend, Jessica, asked me to secretly pretend to be her for a night so she could have a wild night out with her lover. What started as a simple favor, something to help her escape the monotony of her life with her clingy husband, turned into something far beyond my expectations.
As the night went on, the line between pretending and reality blurred, and I found myself craving him in ways I couldn’t have anticipated. What followed was a night of passion I never saw coming, and as the minutes turned into hours, I realized how deeply I had surrendered to him.
But then something shifted, as he kissed my back, his lips trailing a warm path down my spine. I shivered, lost in the moment until everything came to a screeching halt. My worst fears came to life when the soft click of a light echoed through the room. The harsh brightness pierced the haze of lust, and I froze, my breath catching in my throat. Trevor’s gaze locked onto mine, his eyes wide, disbelief flashing across his face.
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"Jessica?" he whispered, his voice strained with confusion and shock.
I could feel my heart race, the truth dawning on me in that instant—he knew. The illusion had shattered, and in the cold light of reality, there was no hiding. Panic gripped me, but all I could do was stare back at him, unsure of how to explain the mess I had gotten myself into.
Trevor’s face went pale as he pulled back, his gaze searching mine in the dim light. Realization dawned slowly, the pieces fitting together as he looked at me with both confusion and hurt.
“I’m… I’m sorry,” I stammered, unable to find the right words, my heart pounding.
He blinked, his voice laced with disbelief. “Sorry? Sorry for what? Why would you… why would you let me think…” His voice trailed off, and he looked away, a raw pain settling in his eyes.
I took a deep breath, reaching for his hand, hoping he’d feel the sincerity in my touch. “Because you’re incredible, Trevor,” I said, my voice barely a whisper but thick with emotion. “Because you deserve someone who sees you. Who actually cares about you and wants you to feel loved. You deserve… so much more than you’re getting.”
He looked at me, torn between confusion and something else—something vulnerable, hesitant.
“Trevor, I know I’m not Jessica,” I continued, forcing myself to keep going, “but you deserve someone who’s here for you. Who doesn’t leave you waiting, wondering. I couldn’t stand seeing how she treats you, how she makes you feel like you’re not enough. Because you are.”
He studied me for a long moment, the hurt slowly giving way to something softer, something almost grateful. “I guess… I guess I knew something was wrong for a long time. But hearing it… I didn’t realize how much I needed to hear that.”
I offered him a small smile, the tension easing just a little. “Well,” I said, my heart racing, “Jessica won’t be back until 3 a.m. We… we still have a few hours, if you want them.”
A smirk tugged at his lips as he looked at me, a spark reigniting in his eyes. “And what would we do with those few hours?” he asked, his tone playful but his gaze serious, letting his hands drift along my sides.
I felt a shiver run through me, my breath catching. “I….want to be Daddy’s little slut,” letting the words hang in the air before I leaned in to steal another kiss, lingering on his lips. "You need this… I need you… make me your slut." The words tumbled out, raw and needy. They surprised me even as I said them—and, in that moment, it was what I wanted too.
His expression shifted, eyes widening with surprise, and then his lips curled into a grin—a broad, devilish smile that spread warmth through my chest, lighting up his face in a way that made my heart flutter. “Show me what it means to be my slut,” he said.
The air between us crackled, charged with a heady intensity as I slowly guided him onto his back, positioning myself above him, feeling the thrilling power of control. His gaze swept over me, lingering on every curve—the rise of my full breasts, the flare of my hips, the dip of my waist. Just moments before, he’d claimed me with a fierce, unbridled passion, but now his eyes drank me in, savoring every inch as though he could consume me with his stare alone. The heat of his admiration made me ache with desire, a thrill building inside me as I felt his silent worship, fueling my own hunger to make this moment last.
Without a second thought, I leaned down, my lips grazing his skin as I trailed kisses lower, tasting the warmth of him. I lingered over his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath my touch, my lips moving down over each defined line of his six-pack, pausing just below his navel. His eyes were locked on me, intense and dark, his desire unmistakable. The way he looked at me, hungry and captivated, made my pulse race even faster. He wanted me. He needed me. And for that moment, nothing else mattered.
As I reached his cock, I could feel my heart race, a mix of desire and urgency fueling my every movement. I wrapped my hand around him, marveling at how firm and thick he still felt, beads of cum pooling on the tip of his beautiful cock, and then slowly lowered my mouth, enveloping him with a warm, wet kiss.
The taste of him was intoxicating, and I couldn't help but let out a soft moan, my desire bubbling over. I could taste our shared release on him, salty and savory, an intoxicating reminder of the pleasure he gave me.
He gasped, his breath hitching as I took him deeper, my tongue swirling around the tip before pulling back to tease him. “Oh, Daddy, your cock is so big,” I said before wrapping my lips around him again.
“Damn right it is, slut,” he breathed, his hands finding my hair, fingers tangling in the strands as he urged me on. “That feels so good! Show me how much you like my big cock baby,” The pleasure in his voice sent a thrill through me, making me want to push even further.
I worked my mouth up and down his shaft, taking my time to savor every moment, every reaction from him. I watched him closely, taking in the way his eyes fluttered shut. His hips bucked slightly, meeting my rhythm, as he pushed my head onto him. As his thick head pressed into my throat, I felt the way it stretched me as he began to grow harder and thicker against my tongue.
The sensation sent shivers down my spine—fuck, I couldn’t believe how quickly he was getting aroused again.
With a sudden shift, he summoned me up to him. “Come up here, slut! I want to watch your face as I fuck you.” His command sent a thrill through me, and I obeyed crawling up to him like a cat,
His gaze studied me intently as my legs straddled his hips, slowly gliding along his veiny shaft, making him slick with my anticipation as I moaned, My hand gripped his large, impressive cock, pointing it upward toward me, and I could see the hunger in his eyes as he watched me press his thick tool against my entrance.
As I slowly descended, pushing his massive tool into me, I felt it stretch me open once again, as his head spread my hips open, causing me to gasp. “Trevor, oh god, you’re so big!” My eyes clenched tight, fuck it felt so good. I moaned as I slowly dropped down onto him, feeling him deep in my core, stealing my breath until my hips pressed against his.
“Fuck, that’s it, baby,” he urged, “ride my cock slut,” his voice thick with desire. His hands gripped my waist possessively, guiding my rhythm with a raw intensity that left me breathless.
I threw my head back, surrendering to the waves of pleasure, my moans echoing around us, unrestrained and primal. My hips rolled and rocked against him, each movement bringing a new sensation as his thick, veiny cock stretched and filled me perfectly. I could feel every ridge and pulse along his shaft pressing deeply, hitting spots that had never been awakened this way.
My fingers dug into his chest, anchoring me I moved with a purpose, meeting each upward thrust that filled me to the hilt.
“Oh, yes… just like that! God, you feel so good inside me,” I screamed
I looked down to see his gaze fixed on me. I could tell he was watching my every move, enjoying the way he made me feel. "God, you feel so good around me." His grip on my hips tightened as if he couldn’t let go, as though he knew he was finally with someone who wanted him with the same unrestrained passion he had longed for.
I felt his thumb press firmly against my clit, sending an electric shock straight through my core. A jolt of ecstasy rushed through me, and my body arched, pressing me harder against him as I cried out, the sound echoing between us. The heat between us was overwhelming, building with each motion, each grind and roll of my hips. My thighs quivered, my body straining as I teetered on the edge, his hand keeping the perfect pressure on my clit while his cock filled every inch of me, leaving me breathless, lost, and aching for more.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he groaned, his hands sliding up my sides. “I love the way to take me.” His voice was thick, each word carrying an intensity that made my skin tingle. “You were made for me… for this cock.” His gaze locked with mine, a smirk tugging at his lips as he watched me struggle to hold back, to stay in control.
His praise spurred me on, and I felt myself tightening around him, feeling his approval like fuel. Every time he whispered those words, every time he held me just right, I gave myself over a little more, wanting to be everything he wanted, needing to prove just how much I could please him.
“God, you’re so fucking tight!” he gasped, and I reveled in the feeling of him filling me, in the pleasure it gave him as he explored the deeps parts of me.
His hands gripped my breasts, fingers gently kneading me, coaxing me into a frenzy of need. I felt my body respond, the tension in my bodybuilding. My hands pressed against his washboard abs, my nails digging into the carved muscles, seeking something solid to hold onto as I lost myself in the moment. I needed that foundation to rock my hips into his, faster and faster, our movements falling into a perfect harmony that felt almost choreographed.
“You’re… you’re so beautiful,” he said, his voice low and filled with awe as he watched me, his gaze intense and possessive. I could feel his desire radiating off him, rock-hard and insistent. It wasn’t Jessica he wanted; it was me, the real me, and that thought sent shivers down my spine. My breaths came in labored gasps, sweat glistening on my brow as I moaned, my release just out of reach.
He watched me begin to unravel, his gaze hungry and filled with lust as he urged me to cum again. “Let go, baby,” he whispered, his voice smooth and commanding.
“Oh god, I’m cumming for you!” I screamed, my body arching beneath him, consumed by ecstasy.
"That's right, you're cumming for ME!" he declared, his voice a mix of dominance and delight, as I surrendered completely to the pleasure he was giving me, knowing that I had never experienced anything like this before—not with anyone.
Only him. Only my friend’s husband.
My body quaked with the intensity of my orgasm. My screams filled the air, a desperate plea for more, and he was more than willing to accommodate.
His lips pressed against mine. Our tongues danced together, a sensual exploration filled with urgency. With a swift, practiced motion, he rolled me onto my back, positioning himself above me. My body welcomed him, craving his touch as he lifted my legs up to his shoulders, my body folding over in submission as I stared deep into his eyes, yearning to be claimed again.
With a deep, powerful thrust, he plunged into me, deeper than before. "Oh fuck!!!" I screamed, my sensitive body beginning to quiver at the overwhelming sensation.
"You like that!" he said, his voice a mix of delight and dominance, laced with an edge of possessiveness as he pulled back and slammed into me again.
"Yeeeessss!" I yelped, the pleasure radiating through me with each thrust. He was so fucking huge.
The rhythm of his pounding hips was intoxicating, each thrust sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body, tingling from my core to my toes, igniting sensations on he made me feel. With every powerful stroke, he pushed me closer to the edge, his movements both forceful and tender, as if he was worshiping the very depths of me.
"Can you feel how much I want you?" he murmured, his voice low and husky, sending shivers down my spine. I nodded breathlessly, unable to form words as pleasure washed over me in surges. Each thrust was deliberate, driving into me with a force that made me gasp, my body responding eagerly to his every command.
“Good girl,” he breathed, pushing my knees to my ears, creating an intimate tableau that left me completely exposed. The intensity of his thrusts was overwhelming. His deep thrusts slammed into me, hitting all the right spots, sending electric shocks of pleasure radiating from my core. My muscles spasmed around him, eager and responsive, as if my body were pleading for more. “You feel so good wrapped around me,” he murmured.
“Please,” I gasped, unable to hold the words back any longer, my voice a desperate whisper that hung in the air between us. “Please don’t stop,” I begged.
“Look at you,” he said, breathless and captivated, as my body quivered beneath him. “You want me to fill you with my cum, don’t you?” The words rolled off his tongue like velvet, and I found myself nodding, my breath hitching as I surrendered completely to the sensation of being owned by him.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he murmured, his breath hitching as he buried himself deeper. His whispers sent thrills of exhilaration coursing through me, each compliment pushing me closer to the edge. “You’re everything I have ever wanted,” he breathed.
“Oh, Trevor, I’m going to cum! I am going to cum so hard!” I gasped, my voice trembling as the tension coiled tight within me, threatening to unleash at any second.
A devilish grin danced across his face as he leaned down, his lips just brushing my ear as he murmured, “Not yet, baby. Wait for me.” His eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that made my pulse quicken. In that moment, his command felt all-encompassing, filling the room with a magnetic force that held me under his control, unable—and unwilling—to resist.
“Please…” I whispered, my voice a plea as I fought to keep myself from tipping over the edge, feeling the thrill of surrender course through me. His gaze never wavered, his hands gripping my hips as he moved, each thrust purposeful, pushing me further toward the brink yet not allowing me release. The restraint made each second ache with desire, heightening every sensation, until I was left breathless beneath him, trembling.
I bit my lip, my body obeying him as I quivered under his touch, needing only his permission to finally let go. I fought to maintain control, but the pleasure was overwhelming. My legs wrapped tightly around his waist, pulling him deeper, urging him to give me everything he had.
"Hold on a little longer," he whispered. I could feel every inch of him, every ridge and pulse as he filled me, carving a narrow path to my cervix. My pelvic floor squeezed down on him tightly, fighting to hold back the torrent of pleasure that threatened to spill over.
“Please, Trevor,” I whimpered, desperate for release. “I can’t hold back anymore!” The intensity of his gaze held a promise of what was to come. My hair spilled wildly across the pillow, framing my flushed face as our breaths synced, our bodies entangled, both of us lost in the feverish dance we had created together.
“Cum for me, baby,” he commanded, and at that moment, I felt the permission I desperately needed.
My fingers dug into his back, my nails leaving faint trails as I clung to him, urging him closer. With a cry that echoed through the night, I clamped down on him, feeling my body erupt in a surge of release.
"Fuck!!!” he groaned, his voice thick and full of unrestrained passion as I felt his body tense. His gaze locked with mine, unwavering, intense, as if he wanted me to feel every ounce of him, to know that this release was for me alone.
His release gushed forward, filling me with a deep warmth that spread through my core. My body quaked with the aftershocks of my release, still pulsing around him, milking every last part of him.
As we collapsed together, spent and tangled in the sheets, my hair tousled on the pillow, hearts racing in the aftermath of our wild abandon, I could only murmur, “Trevor… that was amazing.”
“I never want this to end,” he whispered, kissing my forehead as we basked in the afterglow of our shared ecstasy, the world outside fading away.
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Wrapped in his arms, I felt a blissful exhaustion wash over me. I turned my head, glancing at the clock—it was almost 3 AM. Jessica would be back soon. He watched my eyes then kissed me softly, his lips lingering against mine as if he was trying to imprint this moment in his memory.
“Who are you?” he asked, his voice low and filled with a mix of curiosity and wonder.
“The girl of your dreams,” I whispered back, a playful smile dancing on my lips.
“You are,” he said wth sincerity, “Will I ever see you again?” he pressed, a hint of desperation coloring his tone.
“I will make sure of it… Trevor,” I replied, savoring the thrill of speaking his name. “But this has to be our little secret.”
Trevor nodded, understanding the weight of my words. “Jessica will be back soon,” I reminded him, feeling the urgency of the situation. “Please pretend to be asleep for me when she gets home to take my place”
“She can never take your place,” he said looking at me with longing. He kissed me again, a promise sealed between us. “I promise to keep this secret, if you tell me your name.”
“Ashley,” I said.
“Ashley”, he repeated, savoring the sweetness of the name. “I love that name... Ashley.” The intimacy of sharing my real name felt exhilarating, and I could see the light in his eyes as he repeated it softly, as if it were something precious.
In that moment, as we lay tangled together in the sheets, I knew I had crossed a line I never expected to. But with Trevor, everything felt different—dangerous, thrilling, and utterly alive. As he feigned sleep, I took a moment to breathe, knowing that this was just the beginning of a secret that would change everything.
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