1 The rich madam and her wet cat

"Ah~ Nghh~ Mhmmm~"

Loud moans of pleasure echoed through the run-down alleyway of the Dixton streets. The moon, full and shining above, seemed to witness the illicit scene below.

"Mhmm~ harder! harder, Papi," she moaned, her voice filled with desire, as she tightly grasped the man's head, pushing him closer to her chest, while he forcefully penetrated her with his 7-inch member.

The alleyway was dimly lit, with only two broken lamps providing just enough illumination to partially see the unfolding scene, yet maintaining an air of secrecy and hidden desires.

"Kukuku, if you want it hard then I'll give it to you hard," he replied, gripping onto her ass and thrusting even harder inside her, the sound of their skin slapping together echoing through the alleyway.

"Yes! yes! yes!" she chanted out, her voice filled with ecstasy, biting her lip as her eyes rolled back in pleasure, experiencing an intense orgasm that caused her body to shake uncontrollably.

"How's it? Better than your husband's?" the man with black hair and dark eyes smirked, continuing to pound forcefully into her.

"Do-don't say that," she managed to gasp between breaths, her voice trembling. "My husband's...bigger...and...bett-better...than...you." She struggled to utter the words, matching the rhythm of the relentless pounding she was receiving.

The man smiled, abruptly stopping his movements, and looked down at the ground, his hands still gripping her ass tightly.

"You're too heavy," he replied, his tone matter-of-fact.

"What?!" she exclaimed, taken aback by his unexpected comment.

Without warning, he swiftly flipped her over, lifting her double-slit skirt up, and positioned her with her ass raised in the air. He spread her ass cheeks apart, aligning his erect member with her awaiting entrance.

"Ngh~" she bit her lip once more, a mixture of pleasure and anticipation coursing through her body as she felt her vaginal walls being stretched.

The anticipation in the air was palpable, intensifying the atmosphere of their encounter.

"Why aren't you putting it inside?" she turned her head to look at him, her eyes filled with a desperate longing for him to forcefully penetrate her.

"What did you say earlier? That your husband's dick is greater than mine, right?"

"I-I didn't say that?" she stuttered, her voice trembling with uncertainty.

"You didn't?" he raised an eyebrow, grinding his cock against her wet pussy, the heat and pulsating veins of his erection sending waves of pleasure through her body.

"N-no," she stammered, the electrifying sensation on her pussy driving her to the edge of ecstasy. "I didn't say that."

"So you're admitting mine is better than his?" he pressed, his voice laced with satisfaction and dominance.

"I- I..." she trailed off, feeling a deep sense of shame and conflict within her. How could she accept the truth? Choosing someone like him, a lowly slum boy with an impressive endowment, over her wealthy and successful husband?

Her husband provided her with luxury and status, despite the fact that she herself was a CEO of a large corporation. Yet, this man, this dog, provided her with a level of pleasure that her husband lacked.

"Say it, and I'll satisfy your every desire," he said, a wicked grin on his face.

"Shu-shut up, you bastard!" she growled, her anger and frustration mixing with her desire.

"Oh?" he raised another eyebrow, his amusement evident. "Is that how you want to play? So be it!"

Without warning, he forcefully thrust his cock inside her, but not into the hole she was expecting. Instead, he penetrated her tight asshole, pushing boundaries and testing her limits.

"Ahhhhhh~" she screamed in pleasure, unable to contain the overwhelming sensations coursing through her body.

"Your ass is really tight," he laughed, relishing in the tightness as he forcefully pushed his dick deeper into her ass.

Her anal opening was small, causing him to slowly and carefully insert himself, and during this time, she reached another climax, her body trembling with pleasure.

"No-no. Not there. Even my husband doesn't do it there," she pleaded, attempting to crawl away, but he held her firmly in place, his grip unyielding as he continued to thrust his member inside her.

"Kukuku, you should have just admitted it," he taunted, the sadistic pleasure evident in his voice.

"Fuck you," she growled, a mix of drool and tears streaming down her face.

"Your husband doesn't fuck you enough?" he sneered, spitting on her asshole in an attempt to ease the forceful ramming.

"My...my husband is a strong man. He fucks me better than you ever will be able to," she defiantly replied, her voice filled with a mix of pride and denial.

"And yet, here you are, begging for a street dog like me to fuck you. Do you think your husband would be happy if he knew that you were engaging in sexual encounters with some random guy in the slums?" he smiled, relishing in the power he held over her.

"Krghhh..." she closed her eyes, feeling a mixture of pleasure and discomfort as his member expanded her tight anal opening.

"You think someone of your status would come here, to this slum, to fuck a nobody like me? I'd say you're either truly insane or incredibly desperate to be fucked," he taunted, his words dripping with arrogance and amusement.

"Shut up," she growled once again.

He was desperate, driven by a relentless desire to make this bitch admit that his member was superior to her husband's. Yet, she remained tenacious, refusing to succumb to his manipulations.

He slid his hands inside her dress, his fingers moving upwards until he felt her breasts, soft and perfect, a stark contrast to the experiences he had on the streets.

It was a heavenly sensation, as always.

He cupped her breasts for a moment, relishing in their supple form, before suddenly pinching her nipples hard.

"Ahhhhh~" she moaned once again, the mix of pleasure and pain sending waves of ecstasy through her body.

"What's the matter? Too much?" he asked, his voice filled with a sadistic delight, as he twisted her nipples even harder.

"You're crazy. Do you even know what you're doing?" she attempted to look behind her, but his relentless grip on her nipples prevented her from doing so, causing her eyes to roll back in a mixture of pleasure and discomfort.

"Crazy for you, madam," he replied, his words laced with desire and obsession, as he leaned down and bit her shoulder hard, eliciting a primal scream from her lips.

The bite mark left behind was a vivid mix of red and purple with pain but it also brought her a twisted sense of pleasure, a sensation that she couldn't help but enjoy.

"You're a pervert," she said, her fists clenched, torn between the desire to escape from the situation and the conflicting pleasure she was experiencing.

"Admit it," he demanded, his voice filled with an insatiable hunger.

"Never," she retorted, her defiance unwavering despite the intense sensations coursing through her body.

The sensation of her nipple being pinched was one thing, but when he suddenly thrust his entire member inside her stretched asshole, she was transported to a state of blissful ecstasy.

Her eyes rolled back, her head tilting to the side as she experienced a powerful orgasm for the third time that night.

He didn't stop there; he continued to forcefully penetrate her asshole, driving her to scream until her throat was raw and hoarse. The intensity of her moans carried across the distance, allowing others to hear the echoes of her pleasure.

With a swift motion, he pulled his member out and swiftly plunged it into her pussy, causing her to instantly climax once again.

He continued this relentless cycle, moving from one hole to the other, alternating between her asshole and her pussy, driving her to new heights of pleasure and pushing her boundaries with each thrust.

He reveled in the tightness of her holes, and she savored the pleasure that his generously endowed member brought her.

Unbeknownst to them, there was an unexpected presence approaching them in the dimly lit alleyway. A bald figure dressed in all black, with a small earpiece and black sunglasses, reminiscent of a character from a certain game, made his way towards them.

"Targets secured. They are engaged, sir. Permission to engage?" the newcomer's voice came through the earpiece.