Her Fat Cock.

Stranger Damger

Evalyn has a fat cock. And it's hard as fuck in her jeans. It sticks out, and if she rolls over or tries to get off without using the bed frame or whatever it is that goes with their bed, her cock will be hanging outside of her pants. Not something Evalyn's fond of but she isn't exactly bothered about the fact that she can feel it getting harder. She doesn't care if anyone sees it.
And then one day when Evalyn comes home after a long day at work, she walks into the house to find a strange man standing there and watching her get undressed.
"Who are you?" Evalyn asks as she steps into the hallway and takes a deep breath as the stranger looks her up and down. He smiles and Evalyn can see that he's got fangs. "What do you want from me?"
"I am here to see the woman I love," The stranger replies.
Evalyn freezes and stares at him for a moment before shaking herself slightly and continuing forward towards the living room.
"Well, what do we have here?" The stranger asks.
Evalyn looks behind her and sees the man following her. "This is my house, so I have some right to be curious about whoever's been coming and going all these years," Evalyn replies.
The stranger just smirks and nods his head as he watches Evalyn sit on the sofa.
Evalyn feels incredibly uncomfortable having this stranger in the house while her husband is not here because she knows that he won't be back until late tonight, and she doesn't know how to deal with this person. Especially since they look like someone who would try and kill her. So she stays silent.
For the next several minutes the two of them stand silently staring at each other. Evalyn knows very well that her life could end at any second and that she may die alone. But it also occurs to her that even though this man is clearly dangerous and very bad, she's feeling really hot and she's pretty sure that she should move away from him. That he wants her more than he should.
So she swallows thickly and looks down at her feet and then glances up again to meet his gaze.
"Wanna have sex?" She asks, and she can tell by the way the smile fades from the stranger's face that she made the right choice and that he was not expecting the question.
He tilts his head to the side and his eyes narrow a little.
"Yes," he says in his gravelly voice, and then he walks forward. "But first I need to taste your blood," he says as he leans closer to her, his arm lifting up behind him to take her chin between thumb and forefinger.
Evalyn shudders at the contact and the smell of blood as the stranger slowly raises her head up to stare him in the eyes. He smiles wickedly before leaning closer and pressing his lips to hers and taking a sip of her blood.
Evalyn closes her eyes and moans softly as his mouth works its magic against hers and he licks her lips once before breaking away.
He pulls back enough to stare at her again and he nods his head once and reaches forward grabbing her hand.
Evalyn opens her eyes again and watches as he takes her wrist in his hand and leads her out of the living room and down a short hall into a bedroom. He stops in front of the closet and pushes open the doors to reveal shelves filled with dresses and skirts. He looks back at Evalyn and smirks as she watches him. "You will wear only dresses," He tells her.
"Why?" She asks, and then she blushes and shakes her head. "I mean why dress if you don't want to wear anything underneath."
"You are not wearing anything beneath," He tells her with a smirk and a slight chuckle. "Do I need to spell things out for you? Do I need to explain the situation? We already did this once... you cannot leave now because you will be mine and I will make you scream my name."
He takes another step towards her, making sure to hold tight to her wrist so she doesn't run off.
She gets more excited the more he tugs on her wrist, and as they go further into the room and into the closet, she finds her legs getting wobbly and it makes her blush deeper as the heat rises to her cheeks.
As soon as they get in the closet, he releases her wrist and starts looking through the racks of clothes finding a piece of sexy lingerie. He holds up the dress to show her that it is nothing special to the casual eye, nothing like what she usually wears, but she thinks she could grow to actually enjoy it. Her eyes widen as he puts it on her, pulling the lace up around her breasts and the hem around her hips, making sure that there aren't even any buttons undone.
He grabs her hand again and takes her back out into the hallway where he pulls her up against him and kisses her hungrily. She lets him push her against the wall, but she struggles in his grasp to break away, but he keeps kissing her and keeping his hands on her.
"You must be quiet," he whispers against her neck when he breaks away and then drags her to the kitchen, locking the door behind them as they enter.
There's no table for them to eat at, so instead they settle on the floor. As they eat their meal she suddenly gets up, "Alright, sit up." She demands. His eyes widen at that and his cheeks heat up. She takes his hand and harshly tugs him to his feet. She guides him over to the island in the kitchenette and pulls him onto his knees and straddles him, pushing the dress up further, exposing the soft skin of her stomach.
He groans as she starts moving her hips slowly back and forth against him.
"Please don't," he begs.
"I'm fucking you, you're going to enjoy it," she growls in response and begins thrusting herself against him again as her hips start to pick up pace. She leans down and starts sucking on his neck while running her nails down his chest.
He groans louder, and his hands grip the edge of the counter tightly while his head falls backwards. Then her hands slip under the waistband of his pants and slide up his bare ass, and she presses herself against him.
"I've never felt anything quite like this," he says, and he sounds breathless.
"Fuck. Don't. Just fucking. Stop talking," she snaps, and her hands reach up under his shirt and pull up the material. She runs her fingers along his back before sliding them across his nipples. He arches his back and gasps loudly.
His hands grab her hair and press her head forward as he rocks his hips. His fingers wrap around her head and tug lightly.
She grins and grinds against him, and then she starts biting his neck and shoulder.
He yelps quietly, "Please!"
Her hips keep going faster and more roughly and she doesn't stop. She doesn't stop until he has reached an orgasm, his back arching as he tries to hold himself together. His back arches again and she slides off of his lap.
As all of this is happening, her husband proceeds to leave work. It seems that he doesn't care anymore and he doesn't give a fuck about Evalyn anymore. He is done being faithful, he isn't going to let anyone use her. He isn't going to put up with it again, especially as he watches the same man as last time. He slams the front open and screams at the top of his lungs, "Evalyn, unfaithful bitch!"
The woman in question turns to see the door open and her husband standing there. She quickly turns around, embarrassed. The stranger continues to watch as her husband walks past her and goes upstairs to their bedroom.
The stranger remains sitting beneath Evalyn. He watches as she bites her lower lip as she stares at him with her blue eyes filled with fear and uncertainty.
She looks away for a second and then faces her husband. "You've been away at work... What was I supposed to do?" She asks and then bites her lip as she fidgets under his penetrating stare.
"What were you supposed to do? Huh? You could've told me! How many times have we had sex in the last few months?" The husband yells back "I've been working to save up for your birthday, and this is what you do to me?! I've already let it pass once." He points a finger at her angrily and scowls deeply. "How dare you cheat on me!" He yells and storms up the stairs, slamming the bedroom door. Evalyn flinches and lowers her head and then glances at the stranger who's still sitting under her. She sighs heavily and stands up.
"You can come back when you're ready," she says softly before turning and leaving the kitchen.
She hurries through the house until she hears the door shut and then she leans against the wall and closes her eyes. He knows. She knows. And she doesn't know what to do.
She sighs deeply and rubs a hand over her face. 'Well then, I guess we really are stuck here,' she thinks as she lifts her head and sighs. She shakes her head at the thought.
She turns and makes her way up the stairs. She reaches their bedroom door without knocking.
Her husband sits cross legged in bed in the dark watching television, his shoulders hunched forward as he rubs his hands over his face before resting them on his knees. He jumps slightly when he feels Evalyn stand next to him.
She moves to his right side and wraps her arms around his body from behind. "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you," She tells him and kisses his cheek.
"...." He simply stares down at the ground, completely silent.
Evalyn rests her chin on his shoulder and listens to the sound of the television. She watches as the men in the TV fight each other until one man is thrown out of the circle. One of the men picks him up by the collar of his shirt, throws him outside, slams the door and then comes back in and resumes the fighting.
After a while, she shifts her weight to lean fully against him and watches the fight again.
"Why don't you get dressed," her husband asks and she nods hesitantly.
"Okay," she replies as she slips off his lap and off away from the bed, walking over to the closet to change.
He lays down on his pillow with his arms folded over his chest as he stares up at the ceiling, thinking.
Evalyn opens the closet door, steps inside and closes it as she enters. She pulls off her dress and puts it aside, grabbing something else from her drawers, and slips on some underwear before heading to the bathroom.
She closes the door behind her and locks it. She looks at herself in the mirror and frowns as she looks around the bathroom.
She hates how empty it feels. She hates how much she used to love being alone with him, because now she just wants someone else to be able to look at her like that. Someone who will make her feel good and safe and cared for. She wants someone who won't treat her like glass, a person who will take her seriously. She wishes she had known that when she married the man. That when they were in college she would have found another. But, it seems that that wasn't ever going to happen. Now her husband is gone, her marriage is broken, and she's all alone, with only one person left. No friends, no relatives. Nobody but the stranger.