**Chapter 1: Sunday Dinner**
The golden afternoon light poured through the big windows of Aunt Maria’s house, warming the crowded living room where the whole family had gathered for their monthly Sunday dinner. Laughter echoed off the walls, mixed with the clink of plates and the rich smell of home-cooked food.
Maryam moved between the kitchen and the dining table with her usual graceful energy. At 5’2″, she was the shortest in the family — petite, soft, and deliciously curvy. Her small waist flared out into wide, full hips and a plump, round ass that filled out her tight black jeans perfectly. Every step made her curvy butt sway gently, the soft cheeks pressing and jiggling just enough to catch the eye. She wore a simple white top that hugged her chest, looking every bit the sweet, devoted wife.
Her husband, Alex, sat at the head of the table, proudly sharing his work stories as always. He smiled at her warmly when she leaned over to refill his wine. Maryam smiled back, brushing his shoulder with affection. On the outside, she was the perfect wife — caring, attentive, and happy.
But underneath that gentle smile, her heart was beating fast and her pussy was already wet.
Because **he** was here.
Jason — Alex’s cousin.
He stood leaning against the wall near the window, tall and skinny at 6’3″, with long limbs and narrow hips. His messy dark hair fell over his sharp face, and those big hands held a glass like they were made to grip soft flesh. Even though he looked lean, Maryam knew exactly how strong he was. She had felt it.
Two nights ago, while Alex was away, Jason had texted her. Within thirty minutes she was at his apartment. He had grabbed her small curvy body like she belonged to him, bent her over the couch, yanked her jeans down, and shoved his much bigger cock deep into her tight ass. He fucked her so hard and so deep that her legs shook and her round butt cheeks rippled with every thrust. She had never felt so stretched, so full, so completely used.
And she had loved every second of it.
Now, at the family dinner, Maryam set the dessert tray on the table and felt Jason’s eyes burning into her from across the room. His gaze dropped straight to her plump ass as she bent slightly. A rush of heat flooded her face and between her legs. No one else noticed. But she felt it — that dirty, secret thrill.
She sat down across from him, crossing her short, thick thighs tightly under the table. Her ass was still sore and tender from the pounding he had given her. Every small shift in her chair sent little sparks of pleasure-pain through her body, reminding her how wide he had stretched her tight little hole.
Jason looked up and their eyes met for a brief second. The tiniest smirk touched the corner of his mouth — so quick, so private, only she could see it. In that moment, Maryam’s mind flashed back: his tall, skinny frame behind her, one big hand gripping her small waist, the other slapping her jiggling ass while he drove every thick inch into her. The wet, filthy sounds. The way she had moaned like a slut into the cushion, addicted to how much bigger and harder he was than her husband.
Alex reached over and gently squeezed her hand.
“You okay, babe? You look a little red.”
Maryam smiled sweetly at her husband, the picture of innocence.
“I’m fine, honey. Just warm in here.”
Inside, her secret burned hotter than ever.
She was already aching for the next time Jason would pin her down and wreck her curvy little body again — secretly, roughly, and without mercy. And the fact that it was happening right under her husband’s nose only made her wetter.
**Chapter 2: Late Night Messages**
The house was quiet. Alex had already gone to bed after the long Sunday dinner. Maryam lay beside him in the dark, wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt, her phone screen glowing softly under the covers. She knew she shouldn’t check it… but she couldn’t help herself.
A new message appeared.
**Jason:** Hey. You still awake?
Maryam’s heart skipped. She glanced at Alex’s sleeping form before replying.
**Maryam:** Yeah… just lying in bed. Everything okay?
**Jason:** Yeah. Just thinking about today. You looked really beautiful at dinner. That outfit suited you perfectly.
A small smile crept across her lips. Simple words, but the way he said it felt heavier.
**Maryam:** Thank you 😊 Just normal clothes.
**Jason:** Not to me. The way it fit you… especially from behind when you were moving around the table. Hard to look away.
Maryam bit her lip, feeling warmth spread through her body. He wasn’t being crude, but she knew exactly what he meant.
**Maryam:** You shouldn’t say things like that…
**Jason:** I know. But I can’t stop noticing you lately. The way you move. The way you smile when you think no one’s watching. It’s distracting.
He paused, then another message came through.
**Jason:** You seemed a little quiet tonight. Everything alright?
**Maryam:** I’m fine… just tired. And maybe a little distracted too.
**Jason:** Distracted by what?
Maryam’s fingers hovered over the keyboard. She knew she was playing with fire.
**Maryam:** By someone I shouldn’t be thinking about.
**Jason:** Hmm. Interesting.
Does this “someone” make you feel things your husband doesn’t?
The question was careful, wrapped in softness, but the meaning was clear.
**Maryam:** Maybe… He makes me feel things I didn’t know I needed.
**Jason:** Good. I like knowing that.
I keep replaying little moments from dinner. The way your hips moved when you walked past me. How your jeans looked on you. Makes me want to be near you again.
Maryam pressed her thighs together under the blanket. Her ass still carried that faint, secret ache from their last time together. She loved how he was flirting without ever saying anything too obvious — just enough to make her imagination run wild.
**Maryam:** You’re dangerous, you know that?
**Jason:** Me? I’m just being honest.
I like being around you, Maryam. More than I probably should. Especially when no one else knows.
**Maryam:** It feels exciting… and scary at the same time.
**Jason:** That’s the best part, isn’t it? The secret.
Next time we’re all together, I’ll probably steal another glance at you. Maybe stand a little too close when no one’s looking. Would you like that?
**Maryam:** …Yes.
**Jason:** Good girl.
I’ll text you tomorrow when Alex is at work. Just to say hi. Nothing more.
He sent one last message, soft and teasing:
**Jason:** Sleep well. Dream about whatever makes you smile in the dark.
Maryam deleted the chat like always, then turned off her phone. She lay there in the dark next to her sleeping husband, cheeks flushed, body warm and restless.
Jason wasn’t rushing. He wasn’t being crude.
He was simply letting her feel wanted — slowly, carefully, dangerously.
And she was already addicted to the way he made her feel seen.
—
**Chapter 3: Stolen Moments**
Jason’s apartment was dimly lit, only the faint glow of streetlights slipping through the blinds. Maryam’s heart hammered in her chest as she stood beside his bed, already stripped completely naked. Her small 5’2″ curvy body felt even tinier next to his tall, skinny 6’3″ frame. She could feel the cool air on her skin, especially on her full, round ass that still carried a faint ache from their last time together.
Jason stood behind her, shirtless, his long fingers tracing the curve of her waist. His voice was low, commanding, and sent shivers straight to her core.
“Turn around and bend over the bed,” he ordered. “Then spread that ass for me. Wide.”
Maryam’s breath hitched. She obeyed, climbing onto the edge of the bed on all fours before lowering her chest down, arching her back deeply. Reaching back with both hands, she grabbed her soft, plump ass cheeks and pulled them apart, exposing her tight little hole to him completely. The position made her feel so vulnerable — her thick thighs trembling, her curvy butt fully offered up like a gift.
Jason let out a satisfied groan. “That’s it… look at that pretty little hole. So small, but it takes me so well.”
He stepped closer. She heard the sound of his belt and jeans dropping. Then the thick, heavy head of his cock pressed against her entrance. Without warning, he pushed forward — hard. Maryam gasped sharply as he stretched her open, forcing inch after thick inch deep into her ass. The burn was intense, almost too much, but the overwhelming fullness made her moan loudly into the mattress.
“Fuck… Jason, you’re so big,” she whimpered.
He didn’t give her time to adjust. Grabbing her small waist with both big hands, he started fucking her with deep, powerful strokes. Each thrust made her curvy body jolt forward, her soft ass cheeks rippling and slapping against his narrow hips. The wet, filthy sounds of skin on skin filled the room.
Even as pleasure flooded her body, a spike of worry shot through her mind.
*What if Alex comes home early?*
He was supposed to be at a late work meeting, but sometimes those ended sooner than expected. The thought made her stomach twist with guilt and fear… yet it also made her pussy drip even more.
Jason slammed in harder, burying himself to the hilt. “Why do you keep letting me do this, Maryam?” he growled between thrusts, as if reading her thoughts. “You have a husband at home… and here you are, spreading your ass for his cousin like a dirty little secret.”
Maryam moaned helplessly, her fingers gripping the sheets. *Why am I doing this?* She asked herself the same question even as her body pushed back against him, craving more. Alex was kind, safe, loving… but he had never made her feel like this. Never stretched her so deep. Never taken control and fucked her so roughly. Jason made her feel small, helpless, and completely desired in a way that was dangerously addictive.
“I… I don’t know…” she gasped, voice breaking as he pounded her harder. “It feels too good… I can’t stop…”
Jason chuckled darkly and reached forward, grabbing a fistful of her hair. He yanked her head back, arching her smaller body even more as he railed her ass without mercy. Long, brutal strokes — pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in so deep she felt it in her belly. Her plump ass jiggled wildly with every impact. Tears of overwhelming pleasure pricked her eyes.
“You love it, don’t you?” he taunted, hips snapping forward. “Love sneaking around behind Alex’s back. Love knowing I’m ruining this tight little ass that belongs to him.”
Maryam’s mind was a storm of conflicting emotions. *This is wrong. So fucking wrong.* The fear of her husband walking through the door at any second made her heart race with panic… but that same fear only heightened every sensation. Every deep thrust, every slap of his hips against her soft cheeks, every time his thick cock stretched her wider than she thought possible — it all felt electric.
“Yes… I love it,” she admitted breathlessly, pushing back to meet his thrusts. “Fuck me harder, Jason. Please—”
He gave her exactly what she begged for. Pinning her down flat against the bed with his tall, lean body, he started pounding her with raw, animalistic force. The bed creaked violently under them. Maryam cried out into the pillow, her curvy ass rippling nonstop as he destroyed her hole. One of his long arms wrapped around her waist, holding her in place while he used her like a toy.
She came hard — her whole body shaking, ass clenching rhythmically around his cock as waves of pleasure crashed through her. But Jason didn’t stop. He fucked her straight through her orgasm, growling filthy words into her ear about how much tighter she got when she came, how no one else would ever stretch her like this again.
Just as another climax started building inside her, the fear hit her again — *Alex could be home any minute… I need to leave… I shouldn’t be here* — but her body betrayed her completely. She moaned louder, completely lost in the addictive feeling of being used so roughly by the man she wasn’t supposed to want.
Jason finally buried himself deep and came with a low groan, flooding her stretched ass with hot, thick spurts. He stayed inside her, grinding slowly, making sure she felt every pulse.
Maryam lay there panting, sweaty, and trembling — her mind spinning with guilt, shame, and pure satisfaction.
—
Maryam’s eyes fluttered open.
She was back in her own bed, breathing hard, body flushed and soaked with sweat. Alex slept peacefully beside her, completely unaware. Her panties were drenched, her ass tingling strongly, and her heart was still racing from the intensity of it all.
She stared at the ceiling in the dark, biting her lip as the vivid memories — the worry, the pleasure, the conflict — lingered in her body like a drug.
—
**Chapter 4: Dangerous Daydreams**
The next morning, Maryam woke up flushed and restless. The dream from last night still clung to her like a second skin. She could almost feel Jason’s big hands gripping her small waist, the way his tall, skinny body had pinned her down, and how brutally he had stretched her ass open with those long, merciless thrusts. Even now, lying next to her sleeping husband, her panties were soaked and her tight little hole was twitching with phantom sensations.
*Why does thinking about him fuck me up so badly?* she thought, biting her lip. Alex was kind and gentle, but he had never made her feel like that — small, helpless, and completely owned. The memory of Jason’s deep voice growling “spread your ass wider” kept replaying in her head, making her thighs press together under the sheets. She felt guilty… but the guilt only made her wetter.
Alex left for work at 8:30 AM like usual, kissing her forehead and telling her he’d be home late. The moment the door closed, Maryam’s body started aching with need. She tried to distract herself — cleaning the kitchen, folding laundry — but every few minutes her mind drifted back to Jason. The way he towered over her. The way his cock felt so much thicker and longer than her husband’s. The filthy thrill of knowing he was Alex’s cousin.
By 10 AM she couldn’t take it anymore.
She locked herself in the bathroom, heart racing. She pulled her shorts and panties down to her ankles, sat on the closed toilet lid, and spread her short, thick thighs wide. One hand slid between her legs, fingers finding her swollen clit already slick with arousal. The other hand held her phone.
She opened the chat with Jason and started typing something normal, innocent — the kind of message any cousin-in-law might send.
**Maryam:** Hey Jason, how are you? Aunt Maria was asking about that recipe you mentioned last night 😂
She hit send, then slowly started rubbing her clit in slow circles, eyes half-closed as the dream flooded back. In her mind she was bent over his bed again, ass up, cheeks spread, while he slammed into her from behind. She could almost hear the loud slapping sounds of his hips against her soft, curvy butt.
Her phone buzzed.
**Jason:** Haha yeah, I’ll send it over later. I’m good, just at work. You okay? You left dinner kind of quick yesterday.
Maryam smiled through a soft moan and typed back while her fingers moved faster.
**Maryam:** Yeah I’m fine. Just tired. Alex is at work so I’m home alone doing nothing.
She slipped two fingers inside her pussy, imagining it was Jason’s thick cock stretching her instead. Her other hand kept rubbing her clit harder. The contrast was driving her crazy — texting him like a normal family member while secretly fucking herself to the memory of him wrecking her ass.
**Jason:** Alone huh? Must be nice and quiet. What are you up to?
Maryam’s breathing was getting heavier. She pictured his tall frame behind her, one big hand slapping her jiggling ass red while the other held her small body in place. The way he had made her cum so hard she saw stars.
**Maryam:** Just relaxing… thinking about random stuff 😌
Her fingers moved faster, slick sounds echoing softly in the bathroom. She was dripping down onto the toilet seat. The secret felt so dirty and hot — chatting casually with her husband’s cousin while she masturbated furiously to him.
**Jason:** Random stuff? Like what? 👀
Maryam bit her lip hard, legs shaking. She was getting close.
**Maryam:** Nothing important… just remembering how nice it was seeing the whole family together yesterday.
She added a third finger, stretching herself, pretending it was Jason forcing his much bigger cock deep into her tight ass again. The dream played on loop in her head — him pounding her without mercy, calling her his secret slut, filling her up while she worried about Alex coming home.
The pressure built fast.
Her thighs started trembling uncontrollably. She kept one eye on the phone, trying to stay normal even as her orgasm rushed toward her.
**Jason:** Yeah, it was good seeing everyone. Especially you. You always brighten up those dinners.
That innocent compliment pushed her over the edge.
Maryam gasped loudly, eyes rolling back as a powerful orgasm crashed through her. Her curvy body shook, pussy clenching hard around her fingers while she imagined Jason buried deep inside her ass, flooding her with cum. She had to cover her mouth with her free hand to stop from moaning his name out loud.
Wave after wave rolled through her small frame until she was left panting, sweaty, and trembling on the toilet.
She took a few deep breaths, wiped her soaked fingers, and typed back with shaky hands, trying to sound completely normal.
**Maryam:** Aww thanks Jason, that’s sweet. I’ll tell Alex you said hi 😊 Talk later!
She deleted the entire conversation like always, then stared at herself in the mirror — flushed cheeks, messy hair, guilty but satisfied eyes.
The dream from last night, the memory of his rough fucking, and the risk of everything… it was all driving her absolutely crazy.
And the scariest part?
She already wanted more.
—
**Chapter 5: Office Visit**
That same afternoon, Maryam couldn’t shake the restlessness. After her intense bathroom session, the ache between her legs and in her ass only grew stronger. She told herself she was just going to “check on him” — a quick, innocent visit to Jason’s office since she was already out running errands nearby. Nothing more.
But she had slipped the medium-sized black buttplug into her ass before leaving the house.
The smooth silicone stretched her just enough to keep her constantly aware of it. Every step in her tight black leggings made the plug shift inside her, pressing against her sensitive walls and sending little sparks of pleasure through her curvy little body. By the time she reached Jason’s office building, her panties were soaked and her cheeks were flushed.
Jason looked surprised but happy when she knocked on his open door. He was alone in his quiet corner office, tall and skinny behind his desk, wearing a crisp white shirt with the sleeves rolled up.
“Maryam? Hey… everything okay?” he asked, standing up to his full 6’3″ height.
“Yeah, I was nearby and thought I’d say hi,” she said softly, smiling like the sweet cousin-in-law she was supposed to be. “Alex mentioned you had a big project this week.”
They chatted casually for a few minutes — about work, the family, the weather — but the plug in her ass made it impossible to focus. She kept shifting her weight, feeling it nudge deeper every time she moved.
At one point, she bent over to pick up her fallen purse from the floor near his desk. Her round, plump ass pushed out perfectly in the tight leggings, the outline of her cheeks clearly visible.
*Click.*
She heard the soft sound of a phone camera. Maryam straightened up quickly and turned around. Jason was still holding his phone, eyes dark.
“Did you just take a picture of my ass?” she asked, voice low but surprised.
Jason didn’t deny it. He looked straight at her, no shame in his eyes.
“Yeah… I did,” he admitted quietly. “It looked too sexy like that. The way your leggings hug that curvy little butt… I couldn’t help myself.”
Maryam’s heart raced. Heat flooded her face and her pussy. Before she could respond, Jason stepped closer, his tall frame towering over her small 5’2″ body. He pulled her into a hug — the kind that looked friendly from the outside, but his big hands slid down to rest possessively on her lower back, just above her ass.
He leaned down, lips brushing her ear as he whispered:
“I wanna fuck your ass once, Maryam… just once. Would you let me?”
His hot breath and the raw need in his voice made her knees weak. The buttplug suddenly felt ten times more intense. She stayed silent for a long second, then nodded against his chest.
“Yes…”
Jason locked his office door. Maryam slipped into the small private bathroom attached to his office. She quickly pulled her leggings and panties halfway down her thick thighs, reached back, and slowly eased the slick buttplug out of her stretched hole. It came out with a soft pop. She wiped it clean, dropped it into her purse, and stepped back out, heart pounding.
Jason was waiting. The moment she came close, he turned her around, bent her over his desk, and yanked her tight leggings down just below her ass, exposing her soft, round cheeks completely. He didn’t even take them all the way off — just enough to get access.
“Fuck… you’re already so wet,” he groaned, running his fingers over her dripping pussy and slightly gaped hole. “Were you wearing something in here?”
Maryam whimpered and nodded, too turned on to speak.
Jason unzipped his pants. His thick, long cock sprang out, much bigger than her husband’s. He spat on it, rubbed the head against her loosened hole, and pushed in hard.
Maryam moaned loudly as he sank deep into her ass in one smooth thrust. The plug had done its job — she took him easier than usual, but he still stretched her wide. Jason gripped her small waist with both hands and started fucking her with deep, steady strokes, his skinny but powerful hips slapping against her soft ass.
The desk creaked under her. Her curvy butt rippled every time he drove in. He kept her leggings bunched around her thighs, making her feel even more exposed and slutty.
“Quiet, baby,” he whispered, leaning over her small body. “Don’t want anyone hearing how good my cousin’s wife takes my cock.”
He fucked her harder, one hand reaching around to rub her clit while the other held her down. Maryam bit her arm to stay quiet, eyes rolling back as the intense pleasure mixed with the thrill of being in his office, leggings halfway down, ass up on his desk in the middle of the workday.
Jason didn’t last long. The situation was too hot. After a few minutes of rough, deep pounding, he buried himself to the hilt and came hard, flooding her ass with thick, hot spurts.
He stayed inside her for a moment, breathing heavily against her neck, then slowly pulled out. A trickle of his cum leaked from her used hole.
Maryam quickly pulled her leggings back up, feeling the warm wetness spreading in her panties. Her legs were shaking.
Jason kissed her forehead gently.
“You’re dangerous, Maryam,” he whispered with a small smirk.
She gave him a shy, guilty smile, grabbed her purse (with the buttplug still inside), and slipped out of his office like nothing had happened.
But everything had changed.
—
**Chapter 6: One More Time**
Maryam sat on the edge of Jason’s desk, legs still shaky, trying to catch her breath. Her tight black leggings were pulled back up, but she could feel his warm cum slowly leaking out of her ass and soaking into her panties. Her round, soft cheeks felt tender and slightly swollen. She looked at Jason as he zipped up his pants, his tall 6’3″ frame standing right in front of her.
*We just did that…* she thought, heart still racing. *I let my husband’s cousin fuck my ass in his office… and I loved it.*
Jason was staring at her too. His eyes traveled slowly down her small curvy body, lingering on her wide hips and plump ass. The hunger in his gaze hadn’t faded — if anything, it had grown stronger.
Without a word, he stepped forward, grabbed her by the waist with his big hands, and pulled her off the desk. Maryam let out a surprised gasp as he spun her around and bent her over again, pressing her chest flat against the wooden surface.
“Jason… wait—” she whispered, but her voice was weak.
“One more time,” he growled low in her ear, his breath hot against her neck. “I’m not done with this ass yet.”
He hooked his long fingers into the waistband of her leggings and yanked them down roughly to mid-thigh again, exposing her soft, round butt completely. Maryam’s face burned with shame and excitement. She could feel the cool office air on her freshly fucked hole.
Jason spread her plump ass cheeks wide with both hands. He stared straight at her butthole, still slightly open and glistening with his cum.
“Fuck… look at that,” he murmured, almost to himself. “Your little hole is still stretched from the first round. So pink and puffy… I can see inside you.”
Maryam whimpered, embarrassed but incredibly turned on. She felt so exposed like this — her small 5’2″ body bent over his desk, thick thighs squeezed together by the leggings around them, curvy ass presented to him like an offering.
Jason rubbed the thick head of his cock up and down her crack, smearing the leaking cum over her hole. Then he pushed forward.
This time he went slower, letting her feel every inch.
Maryam moaned softly as the fat head popped past her rim, stretching her tight ring wide open again. She could imagine exactly how it looked — her small, delicate butthole being forced to open around his much thicker cock, the pink skin stretching thin and tight like a rubber band. Inch by inch he sank deeper, her soft ass cheeks spreading apart as he filled her.
“Oh my god…” she breathed, gripping the edge of the desk. “You’re so big… I can feel it stretching me again…”
Jason groaned in pleasure. “That’s it, baby. Watch how your ass takes me.”
He was only halfway in but already her hole looked obscenely stretched — a tight, shiny ring gripping his thick shaft. He pushed deeper, watching her curvy butt swallow more of him until his hips finally pressed against her soft cheeks. Fully buried. Her small body trembled under him.
He started fucking her with long, deliberate strokes — pulling out until just the head remained inside her stretched rim, then sliding all the way back in. Each time he withdrew, her butthole stayed slightly gaped for a second before closing, only to be stretched wide again on the next thrust. The wet, filthy sound of his cum-lubed cock pumping in and out of her ass filled the quiet office.
Jason grabbed her small waist tightly, pulling her back onto his cock with every thrust. Her plump ass rippled beautifully — soft waves traveling across her cheeks every time his skinny hips slapped against her.
“Fuck, Maryam… your ass is gripping me so tight,” he groaned. “Even after I already came in you, it still feels this good.”
Maryam was lost. The stretch was intense, almost overwhelming, but the deep fullness made her eyes roll back. She kept imagining how it looked from behind — her tiny curvy body bent over, leggings halfway down her thick thighs, and Jason’s long cock disappearing into her stretched butthole over and over.
He leaned over her, covering her small frame with his tall body, and started fucking her harder. Faster. Deeper. The desk creaked loudly under them. Maryam had to bite her lip to keep from moaning too loud.
One of his big hands reached under her and rubbed her swollen clit while he pounded her ass. The combination made her legs shake violently.
“I’m going to cum again,” she gasped, voice breaking.
“Do it,” Jason whispered harshly. “Cum with my cock stretching your married ass.”
Her orgasm hit hard. Her whole body tensed, her tight ring clamping and pulsing around his thick shaft as waves of pleasure crashed through her. Jason didn’t stop — he kept fucking her through it, using her clenching hole until he buried himself as deep as possible and came for the second time, pumping more hot cum into her already full ass.
They stayed like that for a long moment — his tall frame pressed against her small sweaty back, his cock still buried deep inside her stretched hole, twitching with the last spurts.
Finally he pulled out slowly. Maryam whimpered as her butthole gaped openly for a few seconds, cum dripping down her thighs. She quickly pulled her leggings back up, feeling the warm mess spreading inside them.
Jason kissed the back of her neck softly.
“You’re going to drive me crazy, Maryam,” he whispered.
She turned around on shaky legs, face flushed, and gave him a small, guilty smile.
She already knew she’d let him do it again.
**Chapter 7: The Third Time**
Maryam was still bent over the desk, breathing hard, when Jason slowly pulled his cock out of her ass with a wet pop. Thick globs of his cum immediately began leaking from her stretched hole, running down her inner thighs. Her butthole felt swollen and open, pulsing in the cool air. She reached back, quickly pulled her tight black leggings up over her round, cum-smeared ass, and stood up on shaky legs. The fabric pressed the mess against her skin, making her feel filthy and used.
Jason was still behind her, breathing heavily, his long cock still half-hard and shiny with their juices.
“Maryam…” he said, voice low and hungry. “One more time. Please. Just let me fuck that ass again.”
She turned around to face him, adjusting her top, her cheeks flushed. Her small curvy body felt exhausted but still buzzing.
“No, Jason,” she whispered firmly, even though her pussy throbbed at his words. “We’ve already done it twice. I have to go home… Alex might get suspicious if I stay too long.”
Jason didn’t argue. Instead, he stepped right in front of her, towering over her 5’2″ frame with his tall, skinny 6’3″ body. His eyes were dark with lust as he looked down at her pretty face. Without saying another word, he wrapped his big hand around his thick cock — still wet from her ass — and started stroking it slowly, right there in front of her.
Maryam’s eyes widened.
“Jason… what are you doing?” she breathed, but she didn’t move away.
He kept pumping his fist up and down his long shaft, slow and deliberate, the wet sounds filling the quiet office. His cock grew fully hard again in his hand, the thick head swollen and glistening. He was so close to her that she could smell the scent of their sex on him.
“I need to cum again,” he said quietly, staring at her lips and cheeks. “And since you won’t let me fuck your ass a third time… I’m going to cum on this pretty face instead.”
Maryam’s heart raced. She knew she should stop him. She should turn around and leave. But she stayed frozen in place, watching his long fingers slide up and down that big cock that had just been stretching her so deeply.
His stroking got faster. His breathing grew heavier. His narrow hips twitched slightly as he jerked himself off right in front of his cousin’s wife.
“Look at me,” he whispered.
Maryam looked up into his eyes, her face flushed with shame and excitement. Her soft lips were slightly parted. A small drop of his earlier cum was still slowly leaking down the back of her leggings, but now she was about to wear even more of him.
Jason’s hand moved faster, squeezing tighter around his thick shaft. His tall body tensed.
“Fuck… Maryam…” he groaned.
He stepped even closer, aiming the swollen head of his cock at her face.
The first powerful spurt landed across her left cheek with a wet sound. The second shot straight onto her lips and chin. The third and fourth ropes painted her right cheek and forehead. Thick, warm streaks of his cum covered her pretty face — some of it dripping down toward her mouth, some hanging from her eyelashes. He kept stroking until every last drop was milked out, marking her.
Maryam stood there, breathing fast, her face glistening with his load. She could taste a little bit on her lips. The smell of his cum was strong. Her ass was still throbbing from the two rough fuckings, and now her face was painted like a slut.
Jason looked down at her with dark satisfaction, his cock slowly softening in his hand.
“You look so fucking good like this,” he whispered, gently wiping a strand of cum from her eyebrow with his thumb. “My secret little cumslut.”
Maryam didn’t answer. She just grabbed some tissues from his desk with trembling hands and started cleaning her face, her mind spinning with guilt, arousal, and disbelief at what she had just let happen.
She had come here just to “check on him.”
Now she was leaving with his cum still leaking from her ass… and drying on her face.
—
**Chapter 8: Three Hours of Sin**
Maryam’s phone buzzed late that evening while Alex was in the shower.
**Jason:** Come to my place. Now.
**Jason:** Don’t make me wait.
Her stomach flipped. She knew she should ignore it. She should delete the message and stay home with her husband. Instead, she texted back a single word:
**Maryam:** Okay.
She told Alex she was going to the gym and slipped out of the house wearing loose sweatpants and a hoodie, heart pounding the entire drive.
The moment she stepped inside Jason’s apartment, he locked the door behind her. No hello. No small talk. He grabbed her small curvy body, lifted her easily, and carried her straight to his bedroom.
“I’ve been thinking about this ass all day,” he growled, throwing her onto the bed on all fours. “Take everything off.”
Within minutes Maryam was completely naked, her soft 5’2″ frame trembling as Jason stripped behind her. His tall, skinny 6’3″ body looked almost predatory in the low light. He climbed on the bed, spread her plump ass cheeks wide with both hands, and spat directly on her little hole.
Then he pushed in.
No warmup. No gentle start.
Maryam cried out as his thick cock forced its way past her tight ring in one brutal thrust. Even after the office, it still hurt — a sharp, burning stretch that made her eyes water.
“Fuck… Jason, it hurts—” she gasped.
“Good,” he groaned, sinking deeper. “I’ve wanted to fuck this married ass for so long, Maryam. Years. Every time I saw you at family dinners in those tight jeans, wiggling this fat little butt… I imagined bending you over and stretching you open like this.”
He started thrusting — long, deep, merciless strokes. For the first hour he fucked her in different positions: doggy, prone bone, her legs pushed back to her chest. Each thrust was harder than the last. Her plump ass cheeks rippled violently every time his hips slammed against her. The pain was constant, but so was the sinful pleasure building underneath it.
“You feel that?” he panted, folding her smaller body in half. “That’s my cock ruining your husband’s ass. He’ll never stretch you like I do.”
Maryam moaned and whimpered, tears slipping down her cheeks. Her hole burned. It felt raw. Every time he pulled out, her stretched rim stayed open for a second before he slammed back in, forcing it wide again. The wet, obscene sounds of his cock pounding her cum-lubed ass filled the room.
By the second hour, she was a mess — sweating, shaking, voice hoarse from moaning. Jason had her riding him reverse cowgirl, hands gripping her small waist as he bounced her up and down on his thick cock.
“I’ve jerked off thinking about this ass so many times,” he confessed between heavy breaths. “Every family gathering I’d go home and stroke my cock imagining how it would feel to destroy it. And now it’s mine. Say it.”
“It’s yours…” Maryam sobbed, her curvy butt slamming down onto him again and again. The pain had mixed into a deep, addictive ache. Her legs wouldn’t stop shaking.
He flipped her onto her stomach for the final hour and fucked her even harder — slow, grinding, punishing strokes that made her feel him in her stomach. He kept whispering filthy truths against her ear:
“I’ve always wanted you more than Alex did. I wanted to claim this tight little asshole behind his back. Look how easily it takes me now… you were made for this.”
Maryam’s mind was spiraling. The pain in her ass was intense — it felt swollen, raw, abused. Every thrust sent sparks of hurt and pleasure through her body. But the guilt was worse.
*What if Alex finds out?*
*What if he smells another man on me?*
*What if he sees how wrecked my ass is when we go to bed tonight?*
Yet every time that thought hit her, her pussy clenched and she pushed back against Jason’s cock, craving more.
At the end of the third hour, Jason finally buried himself as deep as possible and came hard, flooding her ruined ass with another massive load. He stayed inside her for a long time, grinding slowly, making sure she felt every twitch.
When he finally pulled out, Maryam’s hole stayed gaping — red, swollen, and leaking thick rivers of cum down her thighs. She couldn’t even close her legs properly. The pain was real now. Throbbing. Burning.
Jason kissed her sweaty back softly.
“You’re mine now, Maryam. This ass belongs to me.”
She lay there panting, tears in her eyes, body trembling with exhaustion and guilt. Her ass hurt so badly she wasn’t sure she could walk straight. But the worst part was the quiet voice in her head whispering that she would come back the next time he called.
Because no matter how painful or sinful it was…
She was completely addicted.
—
**Chapter 9: Weak Resolve**
The next three days were hell for Maryam.
Her ass was still sore and tender. Every time she sat down, walked, or even shifted in bed, she felt the reminder of those three brutal hours at Jason’s place. The guilt was even heavier. She looked at Alex — sweet, trusting Alex — and felt sick with shame. She cried in the shower. She swore to herself she was done.
On the fourth evening, she sent Jason a message:
**Maryam:** This has to stop. I can’t do this anymore. I love my husband. Please don’t contact me again.
She blocked him right after.
For almost two full days, there was silence. Maryam felt relieved… and strangely empty.
Then on Saturday afternoon, while Alex was out with friends, the doorbell rang.
Jason stood outside, tall and serious, looking straight into her eyes.
“I needed to see you,” he said quietly. “Let me in, Maryam. Just five minutes.”
She shouldn’t have. But she did.
The moment the door closed, Jason stepped close, towering over her small curvy body.
“You can’t just end it like that,” he said, voice low. “Not after the way your ass squeezes me. Not after you’ve been letting me stretch and ruin you for weeks.”
Maryam shook her head, eyes wet. “Jason, please… it’s wrong. I feel disgusting. I can’t keep betraying Alex like this.”
He gently cupped her face with his big hands.
“I know it’s wrong. But you feel it too, don’t you? How much better it is with me. How empty you feel when I’m not inside you.” His thumb brushed her lower lip. “Just once more. Let me have you one last time… and if you still want to stop after that, I’ll leave you alone. I swear.”
Maryam’s resolve crumbled. She hated how weak she was. She hated how wet she already was just from him standing close.
“…Okay,” she whispered. “One last time.”
Jason didn’t waste a second. He took her to the guest bedroom, stripped her naked, and bent her over the edge of the bed. He spent a long time eating her ass and fingering her, getting her dripping and relaxed. Then he slid his thick cock into her still-sore hole and fucked her slowly, deeply, whispering how perfect she felt, how he had always wanted her, how no one else would ever make her feel this full.
After nearly forty minutes of hard anal, Jason pulled out. His cock was shiny, swollen, and covered in her juices.
He grabbed her by the hair and turned her around, forcing her down onto her knees.
“First time for everything, baby,” he said, voice rough. “Open your mouth.”
Maryam hesitated, eyes wide with shock. “Jason… no, that’s too dirty—”
But he didn’t wait. He pushed the head of his cock past her lips. The strong, musky taste of her own ass filled her mouth instantly. She gagged softly as he slid deeper, fucking her face with slow, deliberate strokes.
“That’s it… clean your ass off my cock like a good girl.”
Tears pricked her eyes from the taste and the humiliation, but she didn’t pull away. Jason held her head with both hands and used her mouth, sliding his long cock across her tongue, making her taste every inch that had just been deep in her ass.
After a few minutes he started breathing harder.
“I’m going to cum, Maryam… and you’re going to swallow every drop.”
She whimpered around his cock. Jason groaned loudly, pushed deep into her throat, and exploded. Thick, hot ropes of cum shot straight into her mouth. She choked at first, but he held her there firmly.
“Swallow,” he ordered.
Maryam’s throat worked desperately. She swallowed once… twice… three times, gulping down his warm, salty load while her eyes watered. Some of it leaked from the corner of her mouth and dripped onto her breasts.
Jason kept his cock in her mouth until he was completely empty, then slowly pulled out.
Maryam sat back on her heels, breathing hard, lips swollen, face flushed with shame. She could still taste him — the mix of her ass and his cum.
Jason stroked her hair gently.
“You swallowed everything like such a good little slut,” he whispered. “You’re not stopping this, Maryam. You’re mine now.”
She didn’t answer. She just stayed on her knees, naked and trembling, knowing deep down that he was right.
She was too far gone.
—
**Chapter 10: Calling in Sick**
Maryam told herself it would be quick.
Just a quick stop at Jason’s apartment on her way to work. Fifteen minutes. In and out. She’d let him fuck her ass fast and hard, then leave with that delicious ache and go be a normal wife for the rest of the day.
She was lying to herself.
At 7:40 AM she texted him:
**Maryam:** I’m outside. Quick one before work?
The door opened before she even knocked. Jason pulled her inside, locked the door, and immediately pushed her against the wall, kissing her roughly.
“You’re addicted now, aren’t you?” he smirked, already sliding his hand down the back of her tight work skirt and squeezing her plump ass.
Maryam didn’t answer. She just moaned softly when his long fingers found the plug she had secretly put in before leaving home.
Jason chuckled darkly. “Naughty girl. Already prepped for me.”
He didn’t even let her reach the bedroom. He bent her over the back of the couch, yanked her skirt up to her waist, pulled her panties to the side, and replaced the plug with his thick cock in one long, steady push.
Maryam gasped loudly as her ass stretched open around him. The morning light coming through the windows made everything so clear — she could almost see in her mind how her small pink hole was forced wide around his much thicker shaft.
“Fuck… Jason… I have work—” she whimpered.
But he was already fucking her deep and steady, hips slapping against her soft round ass. Ten minutes turned into thirty. Then he carried her to the bedroom.
For the next four hours he used her ass nonstop.
He fucked her in doggy, her face buried in the pillow while he held her small waist and pounded her. He put her in prone bone, lying completely on top of her tiny curvy body, grinding so deep she felt him in her stomach. He made her ride him reverse cowgirl, watching her plump ass bounce and ripple as she impaled herself on his cock again and again.
Every time she said “I really have to go…” Jason would just thrust harder, slap her ass, and whisper:
“You’re not going anywhere today. This ass needs to be fucked properly.”
By 11 AM Maryam was a complete mess — sweating, legs shaking, voice hoarse. Her once-tight little hole was red, swollen, and gaped openly every time he pulled out. She could feel how loose and used it had become, yet she kept pushing back for more.
At 12:30 PM she finally called her office, voice shaky and breathless while Jason was slowly fucking her from behind.
“H-hey… I’m not feeling well today. I think I caught something… Yeah, I’ll take the whole day off.”
The moment she hung up, Jason flipped her onto her back, pushed her legs wide and high, and started slamming into her ass again with long, brutal strokes.
“That’s my girl,” he groaned. “Canceling everything just so I can wreck this married ass all day.”
Maryam was lost in it now. The addiction had completely taken over. Every time he stretched her, every time her soft cheeks jiggled from his hard thrusts, every filthy compliment he gave her made her wetter. She came three times just from anal — something she had never done before Jason.
By late afternoon her ass was sore, burning, and completely ruined. Thick cum leaked out of her gaping hole every time he pulled out. Jason had cum inside her four times already.
She lay on her stomach, panting, face flushed, ass up slightly as Jason gently rubbed her swollen rim with his fingers.
“I can’t stop thinking about you,” she whispered, almost ashamed. “I keep craving your cock in my ass… even when it hurts.”
Jason leaned down and kissed the back of her neck.
“Good. Because I’m nowhere near done with you today.”
Maryam closed her eyes, feeling another wave of guilty pleasure wash over her.
She knew she should feel terrible.
Instead, all she felt was addicted.
—
**Chapter 11: Mt. Charleston**
Jason surprised her with a text early that morning:
**Jason:** Take the day off again. I’m picking you up in 30 minutes. Wear a sundress. No panties.
Maryam didn’t even argue anymore. She called in sick for the second day in a row and waited for him with butterflies in her stomach.
He drove her up the winding road to Mt. Charleston, the tall pine trees getting thicker as they climbed higher. The air was cooler, fresh, and smelled like forest. On the way, he was the same polite, sweet Jason she had always known — the one who used to smile gently at family gatherings and ask how her day was. That contrast made everything feel even dirtier.
After almost an hour, he parked on a quiet side road and led her by the hand through the trees. They walked for ten minutes until they reached a small hidden clearing surrounded by tall pines. A big flat rock sat in the middle with a perfect view of the valley below.
“This is my spot,” he said softly, still holding her hand. “I’ve been coming here alone for years. I’d sit right here, pull up pictures of you from family photos… and stroke my cock for hours thinking about your ass.”
Maryam’s face burned. The polite, respectful cousin she once knew had been secretly jerking off to her for years.
He turned to her, eyes dark. “Take the dress off, Maryam. Everything.”
She looked around nervously. They were completely alone in nature. She pulled the sundress over her head and stood there fully naked — her small curvy body completely exposed in the open mountain air. Her full breasts, wide hips, and plump round ass on full display between the trees.
Jason took his time undressing, then stepped close. His tall, skinny frame towered over her 5’2″ body.
“Between all the cousins’ wives and girlfriends… I always wanted to fuck *your* ass the most,” he confessed, voice low. “I’ve never even touched your pussy once, Maryam. Not once. All I’ve done is stretch and ruin that tight little butthole you never gave to anyone before me. And I fucking love it.”
He bent her over the big flat rock, spreading her soft ass cheeks wide. The cool mountain breeze kissed her exposed hole. He rubbed his thick cock against it, then pushed in slowly, letting her feel every inch stretching her open again.
Maryam moaned loudly, the sound echoing through the trees.
“It’s wrong, Jason…” she whispered, knowing exactly what he liked. “I’m your cousin’s wife… we shouldn’t be doing this.”
His grip on her hips tightened and he thrust harder, deeper.
“Say it again,” he growled.
“I’m like your older sister… why are you fucking my ass like this?” Her voice trembled as he slammed into her. “We’re family… this is so sinful…”
Every guilty word made Jason lose control. He started pounding her harder, his tall body slapping loudly against her curvy ass. The wet, filthy sounds of his thick cock destroying her hole rang out in the quiet forest. Her plump cheeks rippled with every brutal thrust.
“You love saying that shit, don’t you?” he groaned, fucking her even rougher. “It makes your ass squeeze me tighter.”
“Yes…” she moaned, pushing back against him. “Fuck me harder, Jason. Please—”
He gave her exactly what she begged for.
He fucked her relentlessly in the middle of the mountain — bending her over the rock, then turning her around and holding her up against a tree while he drove upward into her ass. Her naked body bounced on his cock, soft tits jiggling, ass rippling nonstop.
Then he pulled out, breathing hard.
“Stay just like that. Legs spread.”
Maryam stayed bent over, ass up. Jason aimed his cock at her stretched, gaping hole.
Warmth suddenly flooded her. He was pissing straight into her ass.
The first powerful stream shot deep inside her. Maryam gasped sharply, eyes wide in shock… then moaned loudly as the strange, warm, filthy sensation overwhelmed her. He kept pissing deep into her wrecked butthole, filling her up. Some of it leaked out and ran down her thighs.
“Oh my god… Jason…” she whimpered, but her voice was dripping with lust. “I… I fucking love it…”
When he finished, he immediately slammed his cock back into her now piss-lubed ass and fucked her even harder. The wet, sloppy sounds were obscene. Maryam came violently, shaking and crying out into the mountain air while her husband’s cousin destroyed her asshole in the middle of nature.
By the time Jason finally flooded her ass with his cum, she was a trembling, naked, ruined mess — covered in sweat, pine needles stuck to her knees, and his warm piss and cum slowly leaking from her swollen, gaping hole.
He pulled her close, kissing her forehead like the polite guy he used to be.
“You’re never going to stop, are you, Maryam?”
She shook her head weakly, still catching her breath.
“No… I can’t stop.”
—
**Chapter 12: The Offer on the Mountain**
They were still deep in the hidden clearing on Mt. Charleston, surrounded by tall pine trees. Maryam sat naked on the flat rock, her curvy legs pulled up, while Jason stood in front of her, tall and relaxed. His long cock was semi-hard again, hanging heavy between his skinny thighs.
He gently stroked her hair as he spoke, his voice calm and sincere — the same polite tone he always used at family gatherings.
“I’ve wanted your ass for so long, Maryam,” he said softly. “Every time I saw you, I imagined pulling you away and burying myself deep inside it. I don’t want a normal girlfriend. All that drama, texting, dates, pretending… I don’t need it. I just want you.”
He stepped closer, rubbing the warm, thick head of his cock slowly across her cheek, then over her lips.
“I want you to be my secret girlfriend. Whenever I’m horny, you come to me. You take care of me with this perfect little ass. I get to fuck you whenever I want, and you get to enjoy it too. No stress, no bullshit. Just us. You get fucked the way you crave… and I get to focus on work instead of chasing girls.”
Maryam looked up at him, her heart racing. She held his heavy cock in her small hand, gently kissing the side of it, feeling its warmth against her lips. She was quiet for a moment, thinking.
Jason kept rubbing his cock on her face, smearing it across her cheeks and nose.
“So… do you agree? Will you be my secret girlfriend?”
Maryam kissed the head again, eyes conflicted. Before she could answer, he smiled gently.
“Think about it. No rush. For now… let’s just have fun.” His voice dropped. “Open your mouth, baby.”
Maryam parted her lips. Jason immediately pushed his thick cock inside. She felt the huge size stretch her mouth wide as he slid deeper. He held her head with both hands and started fucking her face with slow, deliberate thrusts.
She looked straight ahead — his flat stomach and chest moving toward her face every time he pushed in. The cock was so big she could feel it pressing into her throat. She gagged softly, eyes watering, but he didn’t stop. He kept sliding in and out, using her mouth like a toy.
Maryam’s hand slipped between her legs and she started rubbing her wet pussy. The feeling was overwhelming — this polite, nice cousin she had known for years was now face-fucking her naked in the middle of the forest. It made her feel so dirty… and so horny.
He fucked her mouth for nearly an hour.
He would thrust deep until she choked, pull out, slap his wet cock across her face a few times, then shove it back in. Over and over. Saliva dripped down her chin onto her tits. Her jaw ached, but she kept rubbing her clit faster.
“You look so beautiful like this,” he groaned, staring down at her. “My cousin’s wife… on her knees, choking on my cock in the mountains.”
Finally, Jason held her head tight and came hard. Thick ropes of cum flooded her mouth and painted her entire face. Her lips, cheeks, nose, and eyelashes were covered. Some ran down onto her breasts. She swallowed what landed in her throat, coughing softly.
“Don’t clean it,” he ordered, breathing hard. “Leave it on your face.”
He bent her over the rock again. For the first time ever, he pushed his cock into her pussy and fucked her hard for a long time, making her moan loudly into the trees. Then he pulled out and went back to her ass.
He fucked her ass for another full hour — slow and deep, then fast and brutal. The cum on her face dried in the cool mountain air while he stretched her hole again and again. Every thrust made her feel like a complete whore… and she loved it. The secrecy, the sin, the fact that she was letting her husband’s cousin use her like this — it turned her on more than anything.
Then Jason pulled out of her ass again.
He pressed the head of his cock against her stretched hole and started pissing inside her. Warm pressure filled her. But this time, after a few seconds, he pulled out and aimed higher.
Hot piss splashed across her already cum-covered face, her hair, and her tits. Maryam shivered violently.
“Open your mouth,” he said.
She obeyed without thinking. He pissed straight into her open mouth. She didn’t resist. The warm, salty taste filled her as she rubbed her clit furiously. The combination — being pissed on, naked in the forest, face covered in cum and piss, ass ruined — pushed her over the edge.
Maryam came hard, moaning loudly while Jason finished pissing on her body. Her legs shook, her pussy clenched, and waves of filthy pleasure rolled through her small curvy frame.
Jason smiled down at her, the same gentle smile he always gave her at family dinners.
“Think about my offer, Maryam,” he said softly, stroking her wet hair. “You can be my good little secret girlfriend… and I’ll take care of this needy ass every single time you need it.”
She sat there naked, covered in his cum and piss, ass throbbing, mind spinning with guilt and lust.
And deep down, she already knew her answer.
—
**Chapter 13: The Confession on the Mountain**
Maryam was still lying on the flat rock, completely naked, her face and chest glistening with Jason’s piss and cum. Her makeup was ruined — black streaks of mascara ran down her cheeks, mixing with the mess. Her plump tits were shiny and wet. Her ass throbbed painfully after hours of rough use, but her pussy was dripping.
She still hadn’t given him an answer.
Jason looked down at her with dark hunger. Without a word, he grabbed her short legs and pushed them all the way back until her knees were pressed near her ears, folding her small curvy body in half. Her swollen, gaping asshole was completely exposed and pointing straight up at him.
He aimed his thick cock and drove back into her ass in one hard thrust.
“Ahh—fuck!” Maryam cried out as he sank deep. In this position she could feel every inch stretching her even more brutally.
Jason started fucking her with long, powerful strokes, staring straight into her messy, cum-covered face. His tall, skinny body loomed over her as he pounded downward. The wet, filthy sounds of his cock slamming into her wrecked hole echoed through the trees.
He wrapped one big hand around her throat and squeezed just enough to make her feel lightheaded. Maryam’s eyes rolled back in pleasure.
“Oh God… that feels so hot,” she moaned, one hand frantically rubbing her swollen clit while he choked and fucked her.
“You still haven’t answered me,” he growled, thrusting harder. “So I’m just going to keep fucking this ass until you do.”
He pulled his hand from her throat, shoved two long fingers into her mouth and ordered, “Suck.”
Maryam sucked desperately on his fingers while he railed her asshole. Then he pulled them out and gave her slow, deliberate slaps across her wet, cum-stained cheeks — not too hard, just enough to make her gasp and clench around him.
He suddenly pulled his cock all the way out, staring at her ruined hole.
“Fuck… look how stretched your butthole is,” he groaned, admiring the pink, puffy, gaping ring. Then he slammed back inside, making her scream.
“As long as you don’t answer,” he panted, “I’m going to keep destroying this ass.”
He fucked her even deeper, hips slapping loudly against her soft cheeks.
Finally, between broken moans, Maryam gasped out the words he wanted:
“Yes… I’ll be your secret girlfriend… I want you to fuck my ass anytime you want… I’ll be your whore… your secret cousin… your cocksucker…”
Jason groaned in satisfaction and fucked her even harder.
“Good girl.”
Then he leaned closer, still buried deep in her ass, and whispered:
“You know… I like fucking Seppi’s ass too. She’s so tiny and skinny with such a tight little hole. I fuck her sometimes when I need something different.”
Maryam’s eyes widened in shock, but instead of jealousy, a fresh wave of arousal hit her. Knowing he was fucking another girl’s ass — especially someone small and tight — somehow made her even wetter. She rubbed her clit faster.
Jason smiled when he saw her reaction.
“I wish Seppi was here right now,” he said, pounding her harder. “I’d bend her over right here next to you… fuck both your asses. I want your head right on top of her tight little butt. I’d pull my cock out of her tiny hole, shove it straight into your mouth, then slam it back into her. I want to watch both of you moaning and screaming while I take turns stretching your holes.”
He flipped Maryam over onto her stomach and started fucking her ass from behind exactly like he described — deep, greedy strokes, as if he were imagining Seppi underneath him too.
“I want both of you bent over for me,” he growled. “Two asses in a row. Seppi’s tight skinny one and your fat, juicy one. You’ll both be my secret little anal whores.”
The filthy fantasy, combined with his brutal thrusts, pushed Maryam over the edge again. She came hard, shaking and crying out while Jason kept fucking her ruined asshole.
He finally buried himself to the hilt and unloaded deep inside her, flooding her sore bowels with another thick load.
They stayed like that for a long moment — Maryam face-down on the rock, cum and piss drying on her skin, ass throbbing, mind spinning with lust and sin.
Jason leaned down and kissed her neck softly.
“Now you’re officially my secret girlfriend, Maryam.”
She didn’t answer. She just smiled weakly, feeling his cock twitch inside her stretched hole.
Deep down, she was already wondering what it would be like if Seppi really did join them.
—
**Chapter 14: The Contract**
Four hours.
They had been in the hidden clearing on Mt. Charleston for over four hours. Four hours of nonstop, relentless fucking. Maryam’s ass was completely destroyed — red, swollen, and gaping. Her throat felt raw from how many times he had fucked her mouth. Her face, hair, and tits were still sticky with dried cum and piss. Her legs shook uncontrollably.
Yet Jason was still hard.
Maryam was on all fours in the dirt and pine needles, completely naked, ass up. Jason was behind her, his tall skinny body slamming into her with long, brutal strokes.
“Jason… please…” she gasped, voice hoarse. “I’ll do it. I’ll be your secret girlfriend… your secret wife even. But you have to promise — swear to me you’ll never tell anyone. Not a single soul.”
Jason slowed his thrusts but didn’t stop. He stayed buried deep inside her throbbing ass.
“I promise, baby,” he said, voice low and serious. “This stays between us forever.”
He reached into his backpack and pulled out a small notebook and pen. Still buried balls-deep in her ass, he placed the notebook in front of her hands.
“Write it down,” he ordered, starting to fuck her again — slower, deeper. “Right now. While I’m inside you.”
Maryam moaned loudly as he pushed forward. Her small hands trembled while she tried to write in doggy position, her curvy body rocking forward with every thrust.
She wrote shakily:
“I, Maryam, agree to be Jason’s secret girlfriend. I will be his bitch. I will bend over and give him my ass anytime he wants. I’m asking the universe to make everything right so I can take his cock in my ass whenever he wishes. I love how he fucks me. I love what he’s turning me into…”
Jason read it over her shoulder while still pumping into her sore hole.
“Good girl,” he growled. “Now add the last part.”
Maryam whimpered and continued:
“…I am Jason’s whore. His secret cousin. His personal cocksucker and anal slut.”
The moment she finished the sentence, she tried to crawl forward, overwhelmed.
“I can’t… it’s too much—” she gasped.
Jason grabbed her small waist with both big hands and yanked her back hard onto his cock.
“You’re not going anywhere,” he snarled, fucking her ass with renewed force. “You already wrote it. You’re mine now.”
He made her stay there, ass up, while he lit the lighter. He held the burning paper in front of her as he continued pounding her from behind.
“Let it go,” he said. “Tell the universe.”
As the paper burned, Maryam moaned loudly, watching the smoke rise into the mountain air.
“I’m your bitch, Jason… I’m your secret whore…”
The flames reached his fingers. He dropped the burning remains and grabbed her hips with both hands. He started fucking her like an animal — hard, fast, savage strokes that made her scream.
“Yes! That’s my Mary!” he shouted into the trees. “I’m fucking my cousin’s wife’s ass! She’s my bitch! My whore! This ass belongs to me now!”
Maryam screamed in pleasure and pain as he railed her without mercy. The final orgasm hit her so hard her vision blurred. Jason buried himself as deep as possible and came with a loud groan, flooding her wrecked, burning asshole with the last thick load of the day.
When he finally pulled out, her butthole stayed wide open, red and pulsing, cum pouring out in thick streams.
Maryam couldn’t stand. Her legs gave out the moment she tried. Jason had to help her up, laughing softly. He dressed her himself — sliding her sundress back on, then her leggings over her destroyed ass. Even through the fabric, he kept grabbing and squeezing her plump cheeks possessively, kneading them roughly as they slowly walked back toward the car.
Every step made her whimper. Her ass hurt so badly she could barely walk straight. Cum was still leaking down her thighs, soaking her leggings.
Jason kept one arm around her small waist, supporting her, but his other hand never left her ass — squeezing, slapping, claiming.
“You’re officially mine now, Maryam,” he whispered as they reached the car. “My secret little anal wife.”
She leaned against the car, breathing hard, ass throbbing, face still messy.
And despite everything… she smiled.
**Chapter 15: Hotel Day**
It was just after 10 a.m. when Jason led Maryam into the quiet hotel room on the 12th floor. The “Do Not Disturb” sign was already hanging on the door. She was supposed to be at work. Alex had kissed her goodbye that morning thinking she was heading to the office.
The second the door closed, Jason pushed her against it and kissed her deeply.
“Call them,” he said, handing her the phone. “Tell them you’re not coming in today.”
Maryam’s hands were shaking as she dialed. Jason stood right behind her, hands sliding under her dress and squeezing her plump ass while she spoke.
“H-hey… yeah, it’s Maryam. I’m really not feeling well today. I think I need to take the whole day off… Okay, thank you.” She hung up, breathing fast.
Jason smiled darkly. “Good girl. Now your husband thinks you’re working, and you’re all mine for the next eight hours.”
He didn’t waste time.
He stripped her completely naked and threw her onto the big hotel bed. For the next two hours, he barely let her change positions. He kept her on her stomach, hips raised high, and fucked her ass without mercy.
*Slap. Slap. Slap.*
His big hand came down hard on her soft, round cheeks again and again, turning them bright red while his thick cock stretched her sore little hole over and over. Maryam moaned and screamed into the pillow as he railed her deep and rough. She came twice in the first hour — shaking, squirting on the sheets, her tight ring pulsing around him. Jason just kept going, spanking her harder every time she came.
“You’re such a dirty little slut,” he groaned, pounding her. “Calling in sick just so I can destroy your married asshole all day.”
By the end of the second hour, her ass was burning and swollen. Every thrust felt deeper than the last. She had cum three times total, legs trembling, voice hoarse.
Jason finally pulled his glistening cock out of her gaping hole. He climbed up the bed, sat on her chest, and shoved his cock straight into her mouth.
“Clean it,” he ordered.
He started fucking her face hard. Maryam’s eyes watered as his thick cock stretched her throat. She loved watching him — his tall body moving above her, his face twisted in pleasure as he used her mouth. But sometimes it was too much. She gagged violently, throat convulsing, feeling like she was going to throw up. Jason didn’t pull out. He kept his cock buried deep until tears streamed down her face, then finally withdrew for a second.
“You okay?” he asked softly, stroking her cheek with surprising tenderness.
Maryam nodded, gasping. “Yes…”
He immediately shoved his cock back down her throat.
He alternated between rough and loving — choking her with his dick, then pulling out to slap his heavy cock across her face, then making her suck his balls while his shaft rested on her forehead. At one point he lifted his hips, pressed his asshole against her mouth and said, “Eat it.”
Maryam didn’t hesitate. She licked and pushed her tongue inside his tight hole, eating his ass while frantically rubbing her soaked pussy. It felt dirty and intimate at the same time. She moaned into him, licking eagerly, completely lost in lust.
Jason groaned in pleasure, grinding his ass on her tongue.
“That’s my good whore,” he whispered.
He stayed like that for a while, enjoying her eager tongue on his asshole while she rubbed her clit faster and faster. Her small curvy body was trembling beneath him. Another powerful orgasm was building inside her.
Jason looked down at her — face messy, eyes glassy with lust, tongue deep in his ass — and smiled with satisfaction.
He still hadn’t cum.
But Maryam was right on the edge, moaning loudly into his ass, fingers rubbing her clit desperately as the filthy pleasure finally overwhelmed her.
**Chapter 16: His Personal Toilet**
Jason looked down at Maryam with a wicked smile as she lay panting beneath him, her tongue still glistening from eating his ass. She was right on the edge of another orgasm, fingers frantically rubbing her clit.
“Not yet,” he said, climbing off her. “Get on the bathroom floor. On your knees.”
Maryam’s legs were weak, but she obeyed, crawling to the tiled bathroom floor and kneeling in front of the toilet like an obedient pet. Her small curvy body looked so vulnerable — naked, ass red and swollen, face already messy.
Jason stood over her, stroking his thick cock. He took a long drink from a fresh bottle of water, then another. He picked up his phone, opened a photo of Seppi, and made a call while staring at the picture.
“Hey… yeah, I’m just relaxing,” he said casually into the phone, voice completely normal. He looked down at Maryam and tapped his cock on her lips. She opened her mouth instantly.
He slid his cock inside slowly, fucking her mouth with long, lazy strokes while he continued talking.
“Mmm… yeah, I was just thinking about Seppi. That tiny, skinny little thing… Fuck, her ass is so tight. I love stretching that little hole. She takes it so deep even though she’s so small.” He pushed his cock deeper into Maryam’s throat. “And her mouth… God, I love fucking her face. She gags so pretty, just like this.”
Maryam moaned around his cock, eyes watering as he used her mouth. Jason started pissing.
A hot, strong stream suddenly flooded her throat.
She choked hard. The warm, salty piss filled her mouth instantly. Her eyes widened in shock and she gagged violently, but Jason kept his cock buried between her lips.
“Swallow it, baby,” he whispered down at her, still talking on the phone. “Be a good toilet for me.”
Maryam’s throat worked desperately. She tried so hard not to spill any. She swallowed again and again, gulping down his piss while he slowly fucked her mouth. Some of it leaked from the corners of her lips and ran down her chin onto her tits, but she drank most of it like an absolute piss whore.
Jason kept drinking water between sentences, refilling himself so he could keep going.
“Yeah… her ass is so small and tight. I love destroying it,” he told the person on the phone while staring into Maryam’s teary eyes. “But this one right here… she’s becoming the perfect toilet. Taking everything I give her.”
He pulled out for a second. Maryam gasped and coughed, piss dripping from her lips.
“You okay?” he asked softly, stroking her wet cheek.
She nodded, breathing hard. “Yes… please don’t stop.”
Jason smiled and shoved his cock back into her mouth. He pissed again — longer this time. Maryam choked and gagged, feeling like she was going to throw up, but she forced herself to swallow every drop. Her belly felt warm and full. She looked up at him with pure submission, rubbing her soaked pussy while drinking his piss like it was the most natural thing in the world.
For nearly an hour he used her like this.
He fucked her mouth, pissed down her throat, pulled out to slap his wet cock on her face, then went back in. Every time she gagged hard, he would hold her head gently and whisper, “Good girl… swallow it all. You’re my perfect piss whore.”
When he finally had enough of her mouth, he bent her over the edge of the bathtub, ass up.
He slammed his cock back into her sore, stretched asshole and started fucking her hard again. After a few minutes, he groaned and started pissing inside her ass while still thrusting.
Maryam moaned loudly as the hot piss flooded her bowels. The pressure was intense and filthy. He fucked her piss-filled ass, the liquid squelching obscenely with every thrust, some of it spraying out around his cock.
“You’re mine now,” he growled, drinking more water. “My secret whore. My toilet. My anal slut.”
Maryam came again — shaking, crying, rubbing her clit furiously while he used her ass and pissed inside her at the same time. She felt completely owned, degraded, and hornier than she had ever been in her life.
Jason was still rock hard, still drinking water, nowhere near finished with his new personal toilet.
Chapter 17: Recorded
Maryam lay sprawled on the hotel bed, completely destroyed. Her small 5’2″ curvy body was covered in sweat. Her plump ass was bright red, swollen, and her once-tight little butthole was now a gaping, puffy mess — red and twitching openly. She could barely move. Every breath made her sore hole throb.
Jason was still rock hard, standing beside the bed, stroking his thick cock slowly while looking at her with pure lust.
“I think we should record a video,” he said calmly. “Something just for us.”
He grabbed his phone, turned on the camera, and pointed it at her exhausted face.
“How are you feeling, baby?” he asked, his voice sweet but teasing.
Maryam looked straight into the lens, voice weak and raspy.
“I’m… dead tired,” she whispered. “I thought it would be fun letting you fuck my asshole… but I didn’t think it would be this much. My ass is so sore… so destroyed. You’ve been fucking me for hours…”
While she was still talking, Jason climbed onto the bed, grabbed her legs, pushed them back toward her head, and slid his thick cock back into her wrecked ass in one smooth thrust.
Maryam gasped and moaned mid-sentence as he sank deep.
“Oh fuck… Jason—”
He kept recording her face while slowly pumping into her ass. “Tell the camera how hard I’ve been fucking you.”
“So hard…” she whimpered, eyes fluttering. “You keep stretching me… it feels like your cock is in my stomach…”
Jason smiled, stopped recording for a moment, and set the phone on the tripod beside the bed, perfectly angled to capture everything.
“Now let’s make a proper video,” he said. “I’m going to fuck you as hard as I can.”
For the next thirty minutes, he destroyed her.
He put her in a brutal prone bone position, holding both her wrists behind her back and pulling them like reins while slamming into her ass. Maryam’s curvy little body arched hard, her soft plump ass rippling violently with every savage thrust. Her tiny chubby cheeks were spread wide, her swollen hole taking every thick inch.
He yanked her hair, forcing her head back as he railed her.
“You feel that, Maryam? That’s my cock rearranging your guts.”
She screamed. Real, raw, painful screams that echoed in the hotel room. Tears ran down her face, but she kept pushing her ass back to meet his thrusts, completely surrendered. Her body shook every time he bottomed out — the deep bulge in her lower belly visible each time he drove in.
He switched positions constantly — folding her in half, pounding downward, then making her ride him reverse cowgirl so the camera could clearly see her red, gaping asshole swallowing his cock again and again.
At one point he pulled out, shoved his cock straight from her ass into her mouth (ass-to-mouth), and fucked her throat while she gagged and cried. Then he went back to her ass, even harder.
By the end of the thirty minutes, Maryam was a broken, moaning mess — drooling, sobbing, ass completely ruined.
Jason finally stood up on the bed, towering over her exhausted body. He pointed the camera down at her.
“Open your mouth,” he ordered. “Wide.”
Maryam obediently opened her mouth, tongue out, looking up at him like a perfect whore.
Jason started pissing.
A powerful, hot stream shot straight into her open mouth. She tried to swallow but choked — piss overflowing from her lips, running down her chin and neck. He kept pissing all over her face, soaking her hair, her tits, and her tongue.
Then he aimed lower.
He pushed his cock back into her destroyed asshole and pissed deep inside her while the camera recorded everything. After a few seconds he pulled out slowly.
The camera caught it perfectly — her swollen, gaping butthole pushing out a thick, messy stream of his piss in a filthy, erotic fountain. It poured out of her ruined ass as she moaned in complete submission.
Jason stroked his cock, still recording.
“That’s my good little piss whore,” he groaned. “My secret anal wife.”
Maryam lay there, soaked in piss, ass destroyed, face covered, breathing heavily… but with a weak, satisfied smile on her lips.
She had never felt more owned in her life.
Chapter 18: Golden Shower
Jason stood over Maryam’s exhausted body, phone still recording, his cock hard and dripping with the last drops of piss from her ass. She was soaked, trembling, and completely broken — but her eyes still burned with filthy need.
“Get up, whore,” he ordered. “Bathroom. Now.”
He grabbed her by the hair and dragged her off the bed. Maryam crawled weakly on all fours, her swollen ass leaking piss and cum onto the floor. Jason positioned her exactly how he wanted: kneeling in front of the toilet, head tilted back, resting on the toilet seat, looking straight up at him like a human urinal.
“Open your fucking mouth,” he growled, aiming his thick cock at her face. “Wide. Tongue out. You’re going to be my personal toilet today.”
Maryam opened her mouth obediently, tongue extended, eyes glassy with lust and shame.
Jason smiled down at her. “That’s it. Look at you… my cousin’s sweet little wife, on her knees in a hotel bathroom, ready to drink my piss like a desperate whore.”
He started pissing.
A powerful, hot golden stream shot straight into her open mouth. Maryam choked instantly, the strong taste flooding her senses, but she forced herself to swallow. Jason didn’t stop. He kept pissing hard, filling her mouth over and over.
“Swallow it, you filthy piss slut. Drink every drop. This is what you are now — my fucking toilet.”
She gulped loudly, coughing and gagging as warm piss overflowed from her lips and ran down her chin, neck, and soaked tits. Jason laughed and aimed higher, spraying her face, hair, and eyes.
“Yeah? You like that? Being my secret piss whore behind your husband’s back?”
He stepped closer, shoved his cock into her piss-filled mouth and started fucking her throat while still pissing. Maryam’s eyes rolled back. She gagged violently around his cock, piss and saliva exploding out of her nose and mouth, but Jason held her head firmly in place.
“Choke on it. Choke on my piss and cock like the worthless slut you are.”
He pulled out, slapped her wet face hard with his cock, then pissed directly onto her tongue again.
“Say it,” he demanded. “Tell the camera what you are.”
“I’m… your piss whore…” Maryam gasped, voice hoarse and broken. “I’m your toilet… please use me…”
Jason groaned in satisfaction and gave her exactly what she begged for.
For the next twenty minutes he turned the bathroom into her personal golden shower. He made her lie in the tub, legs spread, while he stood above her and rained piss all over her curvy body — soaking her tits, her belly, her swollen pussy, and especially her destroyed asshole. Then he’d shove his cock back into her mouth and piss straight down her throat again.
“Drink it all, Maryam. Every fucking drop. Your husband has no idea his perfect wife is drinking another man’s piss like a cheap whore.”
He pulled her head back onto the toilet seat again, squatted slightly, and fucked her mouth while pissing continuously. Maryam swallowed desperately, tears mixing with piss on her face, but her hand never stopped rubbing her soaked pussy. She was dripping wet from arousal.
Jason looked straight into the camera while throat-fucking her.
“Look at this married slut. Four hours ago she could barely walk. Now she’s happily drinking my piss like it’s her favorite drink.”
He finally pulled her out of the tub, bent her over the sink, and slammed back into her sore ass. While pounding her hard, he kept pissing inside her bowels, then pulled out to spray the rest all over her gaping hole and back.
Maryam was shaking, moaning like a broken animal, completely drenched in his piss from head to toe. Her makeup was gone. Her hair was soaked. Her curvy body glistened under the bathroom lights.
Jason grabbed her by the throat from behind and growled into her ear:
“You’re never going back now, baby. You’re my secret piss-drinking, ass-whore wife. Say it.”
“I’m… your piss whore…” she sobbed in pleasure. “I’m your toilet… use me whenever you want…”
Jason smiled darkly at the camera, still buried deep in her ruined ass.
“Good girl.”
Chapter 19: The First Facial
The hotel room was quiet except for the soft hum of the air conditioner. Maryam sat on the edge of the bed, wrapped in a towel, her face still slightly flushed from the intense golden shower earlier. She looked shy, almost innocent again — the same sweet Maryam everyone knew at family gatherings.
Jason stood in front of her, completely naked, phone set up on the tripod recording everything. His thick cock was rock hard and pointing straight at her pretty face.
“Tell the camera why you’re nervous, baby,” he said gently.
Maryam looked down, biting her lip. Her voice was soft and hesitant.
“Because… I’m Alex’s wife,” she whispered. “You’re his cousin. This is so wrong… I shouldn’t even be here with you.”
Jason stroked her wet hair tenderly. “I know, Maryam. But you’re here. And you’ve already let me do so much. Just this once… let me jerk off to your beautiful face. I won’t put it in your mouth. I just want to cum on it. Please?”
She stayed quiet for a long moment, clearly fighting with herself.
“I… I don’t know, Jason. That feels too dirty…”
“Come on, baby,” he coaxed, slowly stroking his cock right in front of her. “You don’t have to touch it. Just sit there and look at me. Let me enjoy your pretty face. You know how long I’ve wanted this.”
Maryam glanced at the camera, then back at his throbbing cock. Her cheeks burned red.
“…Okay,” she finally whispered, voice barely audible. “Just on my face. No sucking. Promise?”
“I promise,” Jason said with a gentle smile.
He stood closer, his tall frame towering over her small seated body. Maryam looked up at him shyly, her big eyes full of nervousness and forbidden excitement. Jason started stroking his thick cock faster, just inches from her face.
“Fuck… you look so innocent like this,” he groaned. “My cousin’s wife… sitting here letting me jerk off on her face. So fucking hot.”
Maryam stayed still, breathing faster, watching his hand move up and down his shaft. She could see how turned on he was. After a few minutes, Jason’s breathing grew heavier.
“I’m getting close, baby… keep looking at me. Look right at my cock.”
Maryam’s lips parted slightly. She didn’t move away.
Jason groaned loudly. The first thick rope of cum shot across her cheek and nose. The second landed on her lips. More and more streaks painted her pretty face — warm, heavy spurts covering her forehead, eyelashes, and mouth. She flinched slightly but stayed in place, letting him mark her completely.
When he finally finished, her entire face was glazed with his load.
Jason breathed hard, still holding his cock. “Good girl… such a good girl for me.”
Maryam sat there shyly, cum dripping down her face, not saying anything.
Jason gently rubbed the head of his still-hard cock against her cum-covered lips.
“Just the tip, baby… please? You don’t have to suck. Just kiss it and let me feel your mouth a little.”
Maryam hesitated again. “Jason… I said no sucking…”
“I know,” he whispered lovingly. “Just the tip. You can stop anytime.”
She looked conflicted… then slowly leaned forward and kissed the head of his cock. Jason groaned. She kissed it again, then parted her lips and let the tip slide into her warm mouth.
“That’s it… just like that,” he moaned.
Slowly, very slowly, he pushed a little deeper. Maryam didn’t stop him. He held her head gently with both hands and started sliding more of his cock into her mouth.
Before she realized it, he was holding her head firmly between his legs, fucking her mouth with long, smooth strokes.
Maryam whimpered around his cock, her hands gripping his thighs, but she didn’t pull away. Jason looked straight into the camera while face-fucking his cousin’s wife.
“Look at her,” he said proudly. “She always says no at first… and ends up with my cock down her throat.”
He fucked her mouth harder, pushing deeper, making her gag and drool. Cum from the facial mixed with her saliva and ran down her chin. Maryam’s eyes watered, but she kept sucking, completely surrendered again.
Jason held her head tight and came for the second time — flooding her mouth with thick, warm cum. He kept his cock inside until she swallowed most of it, then pulled out and let the rest drip onto her already messy face.
Maryam sat there panting, face and mouth covered in his cum, looking up at him with shy, defeated eyes.
Jason stroked her hair softly and smiled.
“See? You always end up exactly where I want you.”
Chapter 20: Ripped Open
Maryam stood outside the hotel room door, heart hammering in her chest. She had told Alex she was going shopping with a friend. Instead, she was here again — wearing a simple top and her favorite tight black leggings that hugged her curvy ass perfectly.
She knocked softly.
The door opened instantly.
Jason didn’t say a word. The second she stepped inside, he grabbed her roughly by the waist, spun her around, and shoved her forward against the small entry table. The door slammed shut behind them.
“Jason— wait—” she gasped, but it was too late.
He bent her over the table hard, her upper body pressed flat against the cold surface, her plump ass pushed out toward him. The camera was already set up on a tripod right in front of her face, recording every expression.
Without any warmup, Jason grabbed the back of her tight leggings with both hands and ripped.
RRRRRIP!
The thin fabric tore loudly right down the middle, exposing her bare ass and tiny puckered hole. He didn’t even pull them down — he just tore a big hole exactly where he wanted access.
“Fuck… I’ve been waiting for this all day,” he growled.
He spat on his thick cock, pressed the swollen head against her little hole, and pushed.
Maryam cried out as he forced his way inside her in one long, brutal stroke. Her eyes went wide, mouth open in a silent scream as the camera captured everything. The stretch was intense. Even after everything they’d done, it still hurt.
“Jason— please! Not so hard!” she begged, voice shaking. “It hurts… you’re too big—”
But Jason didn’t slow down.
He grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanked her head back sharply so her face was perfectly angled toward the camera, and started fucking her ass with deep, savage strokes. His hips slammed against her soft, curvy cheeks so hard her whole body jolted forward.
For the next 45 minutes, he destroyed her.
Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap.
The sound of his hips brutally colliding with her plump ass filled the room. He kept her hair wrapped tightly around his fist, pulling her head back so the camera could see every tear, every moan, every painful expression on her face.
“Oh my god— Jason! Slow down! Please! It’s too deep!” she cried, voice breaking.
He leaned over her, still pounding mercilessly, and growled right next to her ear:
“You wanted this, didn’t you? You came here knowing I was going to wreck your married asshole. Look at the camera and tell them how hard I’m fucking you.”
Maryam’s face was a mix of pain and filthy pleasure. Her eyes watered. Her mouth hung open. Every brutal thrust made her whimper and moan loudly.
“It hurts… you’re fucking me so hard…” she gasped for the camera, tears rolling down her cheeks. “Your cock is too big… I can feel it in my stomach…”
Jason smiled darkly and fucked her even harder, using her hair like reins. Her ripped leggings framed her ass perfectly as her soft, chubby cheeks rippled violently with every thrust. Her tiny body looked completely overwhelmed by his tall frame slamming into her.
He changed angles constantly — sometimes pulling almost all the way out so the camera could see her gaping hole, then slamming back in balls-deep. Maryam’s screams grew louder, more desperate.
“Please Jason… not so rough… I can’t take it…” she begged, even as she pushed her ass back to meet his cock.
But he kept going. Non-stop. Forty-five minutes of pure, relentless, hardcore anal. Her legs shook. Her voice became hoarse. Sweat poured down her body. The ripped hole in her leggings got wider as the fabric tore more with every violent thrust.
By the end, Maryam was a sobbing, drooling mess — completely surrendered, face twisted in painful ecstasy for the camera, ass taking the hardest pounding of her life.
Jason finally buried himself as deep as possible, pulled her hair back hard, and roared as he came, flooding her ruined asshole with thick, hot cum.
He stayed inside her, breathing heavily, while gently stroking her hair.
The camera kept recording her exhausted, tear-streaked, broken face.
“Good girl,” he whispered. “You take it so well.”
Maryam could only whimper softly, ass still clenching around his cock, completely destroyed once again.
Chapter 21: The Shower
Maryam stood under the hot spray in the hotel bathroom, letting the water run down her sore, used body. Her ass was still throbbing from the brutal 45-minute pounding earlier. She had her eyes closed, trying to wash away the guilt along with the sweat and cum.
She opened her eyes… and froze.
Jason was standing at the open bathroom door, completely naked, slowly stroking his hard cock. His eyes were locked on her wet, curvy ass. He didn’t even try to hide it.
Maryam’s heart jumped.
“Jason… what are you doing?” she whispered, covering her breasts instinctively. “Come in here… Are you serious right now? You know this is wrong. I’m your cousin’s wife…”
Jason stepped inside the steamy shower without saying a word, still slowly jerking his thick cock, eyes roaming over her naked body.
“Just let me look at you,” he said softly. “You look so fucking beautiful like this. I can’t help it.”
Maryam bit her lip, torn between shame and arousal. The water cascaded over her small curvy frame as she stared at him stroking himself.
“Please, Jason… just this once,” he whispered. “Sit down on the bench. Let me jerk off to your pretty face. I’ll only cum on it. I promise.”
She hesitated for a long time, water running down her face. Then, with a shy, guilty sigh, she sat on the small tiled bench in the shower, looking up at him.
“Just on my face… okay?” she said quietly. “Nothing else.”
Jason stood right in front of her and started stroking faster, his tall frame towering over her. But after ten long minutes, he was still going. Maryam could see how badly he needed to cum.
She sighed again. “You’re taking too long…”
Without thinking, she leaned forward and wrapped her lips around the head of his cock, sucking gently on the tip while looking up at him with guilty eyes.
Jason groaned deeply. “Fuck… Maryam…”
She only sucked the tip, swirling her tongue around it, trying to make him finish faster. After a minute, she pulled back and started stroking him with her small hand, keeping just the head between her soft lips.
“That’s it, baby,” he moaned. “Just like that…”
His cock throbbed hard. Suddenly, thick ropes of cum exploded into her mouth. Maryam’s eyes widened in surprise, but she instinctively sucked harder and swallowed every drop. She kept sucking gently until he was completely empty, then slowly pulled away, a thin string of cum and saliva still connecting her lips to his cock.
She wiped her mouth, looking shy and embarrassed.
“Okay… now get out of here,” she said softly. “Let me finish my shower alone.”
Jason didn’t move. He just stood there, still semi-hard, watching the water run down her naked body.
“I want to stay,” he said quietly. “I just want to watch you.”
Maryam looked at him for a long moment — this tall, handsome man who wasn’t her husband, standing naked in front of her, holding his cock. Something about the forbidden sight made her pussy throb again.
She didn’t argue.
For the next fifteen minutes, Jason stood there stroking himself slowly while she showered. He watched her soap her full breasts, her soft belly, and especially her plump, freshly fucked ass. The tension in the air grew thicker.
Finally, Jason stepped closer, voice low and needy.
“Maryam… since we already did this… can I just put the tip in your ass? Just the tip and I’ll cum inside you. I promise I won’t go deeper.”
Maryam looked back at him, water running down her face, clearly conflicted.
She knew he was lying.
But the worst part was… a dark, excited part of her wanted him to lie.
Chapter 22: Midnight in the Hotel
It was almost midnight. The hotel room smelled like sex, sweat, and piss. The camera had been rolling on and off for hours, capturing every filthy thing they had done. Maryam’s mouth had been fucked raw, her ass had been destroyed multiple times, and Jason had pissed on her and in her more times than she could count.
Now she lay on her stomach in the middle of the messy bed, completely naked and exhausted. Her plump, curvy ass was still slightly raised, but her tiny butthole was a swollen, gaping, bright red mess — sore beyond belief.
“Jason… it hurts so much,” she whimpered, voice tired and hoarse. “My ass is burning… I can’t take any more back there tonight. It’s too sore.”
Jason lay beside her, gently rubbing her red ass cheeks. His cock was still hard, resting against her thigh.
He kissed her shoulder softly and whispered, “Okay baby… if your ass hurts too much, then let me fuck your pussy instead.”
Maryam turned her head and looked at him with tired, glassy eyes.
“…This will be the first time,” she said quietly, almost shy.
Jason smiled and rolled her onto her back. He spread her short, thick legs wide and climbed between them. He rubbed his thick cock up and down her soaked pussy lips, then pushed inside her in one smooth thrust.
Maryam moaned loudly. Even though she was extremely wet, his size still stretched her pussy wide. He started fucking her hard — deep, powerful strokes that made her curvy body bounce on the bed.
“Fuck… your pussy feels so good,” he groaned, pounding her harder. “So much tighter than I imagined.”
He fucked her relentlessly for almost twenty minutes, slamming into her with long, brutal thrusts. Maryam’s moans turned into screams as she came hard around his cock, her walls squeezing him tightly. Jason didn’t slow down. He kept destroying her pussy until he finally buried himself deep and came with a loud groan — flooding her womb with thick, hot ropes of cum for the very first time.
He stayed inside her for a moment, catching his breath… then started pissing.
A powerful stream of hot piss shot deep into her pussy, mixing with his cum. Maryam gasped, eyes wide at the strange, warm pressure filling her.
“Oh my god, Jason… you’re pissing inside my pussy…”
He kept pissing hard, filling her up until her belly felt bloated. Then he suddenly pulled out. A gush of piss and cum poured from her stretched pussy.
Before she could react, he shoved his cock straight back into her sore, gaping asshole. He pissed inside her ass too for a few seconds, then pulled out again and aimed higher.
He stood on his knees over her body and started pissing all over her face and tits while she lay on the bed.
“Open your mouth,” he ordered.
Maryam obediently parted her lips. Jason sprayed his hot piss directly into her mouth, over her face, hair, and chest. She swallowed what she could, coughing and gasping as the rest soaked the sheets beneath her.
Jason looked down at her with dark satisfaction — his cousin’s wife lying there, completely drenched in his piss and cum, pussy and ass both leaking, face shining wet under the dim lights.
He leaned down, kissed her cum-and-piss-covered lips gently, and whispered:
“You’re such a perfect little slut, Maryam. My secret whore.”
Maryam could only breathe heavily, body trembling, too exhausted and turned on to say anything.
The camera was still recording everything.
