Samuel's eyes watered from the sting, the world a blurry haze of fire as the pepper spray burned deep. It was past midnight, and the furious knock had yanked him from half-sleep in his boxers and cheap work pants. He'd cracked the door, and bam—this muscular bitch lunged, spraying him point-blank before he could blink. Pain exploded, but adrenaline surged harder. They crashed to the floor in a tangle of limbs, her body slamming under his bulk. He pinned her wrists above her head with one massive hand, his knees bracketing her thrashing hips.
Chantal bucked like a wild animal, her thick, muscled thighs clamping his waist, trying to squeeze the air from him. 'You fucking homewrecker!' she snarled, spit flying. Her skirt had hiked up in the fall, exposing crotchless panties that framed her shaved pussy—glistening wet, lips swollen and parted. Samuel's cock, thickening fast from the rush, strained against his ripped pants, the seam splitting wide. The head nudged her slick folds, hot and open, and he grunted through the burn in his eyes. She was soaked, dripping already, her anger betraying her body's hunger.
She twisted, knee jacking up toward his balls, but it glanced off his thigh, tearing the fabric further. Cool air hit his heavy shaft as it sprang free, thick vein pulsing, pre-cum beading at the tip. It slapped against her bare cunt, sliding through her juices. 'Get off me, you pig!' Chantal hissed, but her hips jerked involuntarily, grinding her clit on his length. Samuel's vision swam, but he felt every inch of her heat. Rage boiled in his gut—this crazy slut breaking into his place—but his dick didn't care. It throbbed, demanding.
She reared up for a headbutt; he met it with his face. Teeth clacked, lips smashed, and their mouths locked in a brutal clash. Tongues invaded, biting, sucking blood-tanged spit. He tasted her fury, metallic and sweet. His free hand gripped her throat, squeezing just enough to make her gasp into his mouth. Hips rolled on instinct—the fat head of his cock caught her pussy entrance, tight and dry at first from the fight. But she was slick underneath, and he shoved in hard, burying half his length in one violent thrust.
Chantal's curse broke into a choked moan, her walls clenching his invading cock like a vice. 'Fuck you!' she gasped, nails raking his arm. But her pussy betrayed her, gushing around him, sucking him deeper. Samuel growled, eyes streaming tears from the spray, and slammed home, balls-deep. The floorboards creaked under his pounding hips, his sack slapping her ass wetly—*smack, smack, smack*. Her tank top rode up; he yanked it down, teeth sinking into her hard nipple through the fabric. She arched, thighs locking his waist, and shattered—cunt spasming, squirting on his pistoning dick as her forced orgasm ripped through her.
He didn't slow. Couldn't. Her defiance fueled him, turning the fight into raw conquest. Sweat poured down his back, mixing with her juices soaking his thighs. 'Take it, you wet little thief,' he rasped, voice gravel from the burn. Chantal snarled back, but her hips bucked up to meet his brutal fucks, pussy farting air around his girth.
Samuel yanked her up by her dark hair, scalp burning under his fist. She yelped, scrambling on hands and knees as he half-dragged her to the couch, her ruined panties dangling from one thigh. He shoved her face-down over the armrest, ass high, cheeks spread wide. Her holes winked at him—pussy gaping red, asshole puckered tight. His fingers dove to her clit, thick digits rubbing the swollen nub in harsh circles. She bucked, moaning loud now, no more curses.
'Samuel... fuck...' she whimpered, pushing back. He spat on his hand, smeared it over her virgin-tight ass, and jammed two fingers in knuckle-deep. She howled, ring clenching, but her pussy drooled fresh slick down her thighs. He worked her open rough, scissoring, while his thumb ground her clit. Then he pulled his cock from her cunt—glistening with her cream—and pressed the head to her ass. One hard shove, and he breached her, inch after thick inch splitting her open.
Chantal's scream turned guttural, fingers clawing the cushions white. 'Too big—ahh, fuck my ass!' He bottomed out, balls mashed to her pussy, and railed her. Alternating holes now—yanking out of her ass, slamming into her cunt, then back, cock shiny with ass-to-pussy filth. Her body shook, another orgasm crashing as he pinched her clit, forcing her to squirt on the couch. She begged raw: 'Harder! Deeper, you bastard—don't stop!'
Samuel's control frayed, balls tightening. He pinned her fully, one hand fisting her hair, the other bruising her hip. Pounded her ass relentless, the tight heat milking him. 'Gonna fill this slut hole,' he growled. She clenched, begging louder—'Cum in me, breed my ass!'—and he exploded. Rope after thick rope of hot cum blasted deep, flooding her bowels until it leaked out around his shaft, dripping down to her quivering pussy.
They slumped over the armrest, his cock still twitching inside her stretched ass, her body limp and trembling under him. Sweat slicked their skin, breaths ragged. But her hips twitched back, greedy for more, and his dick hardened again, refusing to soften...
Samuel slumped over the armrest, chest heaving, his cock still buried balls-deep in Chantal's cum-leaking ass. Hot spurts of his load oozed out around his shaft, trickling down her thighs to puddle on the floor. His vision blurred from the pepper spray remnants, but the burn faded against the throb of satisfaction. Her body trembled under him, ass clenching greedily, milking the last drops. He pulled out with a wet *pop*, her stretched hole gaping, white cum bubbling free. Exhausted, he rolled off, flopping onto the floor beside the couch, boxers and ripped pants tangled at his ankles. Breath ragged, sweat stinging his eyes, he lay there catching his wind.
Chantal, rage and lust twisting her fierce face, surged up like a predator. Her muscular thighs flexed as she flipped their positions in a blur—pushing him flat on his back, straddling his hips. Her hand shot to his spent cock, slick with ass juices and cum, still semi-soft. She gripped the base hard, balls heavy in her palm, and dove down. Tongue lashing out, she licked his sweaty sack, sucking one ball into her mouth with a hungry slurp. 'Mmm, taste your cum on me,' she growled, eyes locked on his through smeared makeup. Her licks turned sloppy, tongue dragging up his shaft, cleaning her filth off him. Samuel groaned, cock twitching back to life under her assault—thickening slow, veins bulging as blood rushed in.
She mounted him fully, knees pinning his sides, her aching pussy—red, swollen, dripping his earlier loads—grinding down on his rising dick. Wet lips parted around his length, clit rubbing the ridge. 'Fuck, you're getting hard for this pussy again,' she hissed, hips circling brutal, smearing her cream over him. Samuel's hands gripped her thick thighs, bruises blooming under his fingers, but she slapped them away. Dominant now, her muscular body owned him. Precum leaked from his tip, mixing with her slick. She lifted, poised the fat head at her entrance, and slammed down—hilting him in one savage drop. Her cunt swallowed him whole, walls fluttering tight.
'Ruin me, you bastard—fuck this pussy mercilessly till we both explode!' Chantal demanded, nails digging into his chest, drawing blood. Samuel bucked up hard, hands clamping her ass cheeks, spreading them wide. He pounded upward, cock spearing her depths, balls slapping her stretched asshole. The floor shook under their frenzy—*slap-slap-slap*—her tits bouncing free from the tank top, nipples hard peaks. She rode him like a beast, grinding her clit on his pubes, forcing her own orgasm closer. 'Harder! Make me cum on this fat cock!' He obliged, thumb jamming into her cum-slick ass, finger-fucking the sloppy hole while railing her pussy. Her walls spasmed, clamping like a fist, and she shattered—squirting hard, juices flooding his groin. Samuel roared, balls erupting, pumping thick ropes deep into her convulsing cunt. They orgasmed together, bodies locked, shaking uncontrollably until she collapsed sweaty on his chest, cum leaking from both her holes onto the floor. The apartment door hung ajar from the chaos, cool night air whispering in.
Morning light filtered through the blinds. Samuel stirred naked on the floor, Chantal's muscular form draped over him, both sticky with dried cum. His cock nestled soft against her thigh, her face smeared with crusty loads on cheeks and tits. Groggy, he glanced at the door—still cracked open. Heart skipping, he crawled over, peeked out: empty hallway. Grateful no nosy neighbors had barged in on their fuckfest, he shut and locked it.
Chantal stretched lazily on the couch, legs splayed, wiping cum stains from her crotch, thighs, arms, tits, and face with a couch cushion. 'Filthy mess you made,' she muttered, smirking. She grabbed his hoodie and shorts from the floor, yanked them on—no panties, skirt gone—and headed out. Minutes later, she returned hauling two suitcases. 'Girlfriend evicted me. Packed my shit, said I'm a phase. Wants kids with some 'worthy' prick. Thought it was you, so I came to spray your ass.' Samuel blinked, cock stirring at her story. 'Crash here. Temporary.' But her eyes said more.
Days blurred into weeks. Temporary turned permanent. They fucked everywhere—kitchen counter, slamming her ass against the fridge; shower, his cock choking her throat till she gagged cum. At her work friend's baby shower, they snuck to the bathroom: Chantal pantyless under her skirt, bent over the sink. Samuel railed her pussy quiet, hand over her mouth, her muffled moans echoing as he creampied her, cum dripping down her legs during cake. She ditched tomboy clothes for tight tops flashing tits at diners, crotch bare under short skirts, fingering herself under tables while he watched.
No condoms, ever. Intense raw fucks everywhere, balls-deep creampies daily—surprise she wasn't knocked up sooner. Five months post that first brutal night, Chantal retched over the toilet. Test confirmed: pregnant. The butch dyke who'd sworn off dicks realized her ex craved kids' laughter; now she did too. 'Sam, we're having a baby,' she said, eyes soft. He whooped, showering her face with kisses, then bent her over, cock in her mouth while pissing hot streams over her tits and belly—golden shower marking his breeding slut.
Pregnancy fueled their fire. Secret public fucks continued: park benches, her riding reverse cowgirl anal under coats; alleyways, gentle now, his thick cock sliding tender into her ass or pussy, tender thrusts building to soft orgasms. Ninth month, belly huge, they rutted on the bed—him buried in her ass, slow pumps. Her water broke mid-thrust, gushing around his shaft. 'Don't stop,' she begged. He didn't—fucked through the flood, creampieing her bowels deep before cleanup and hospital dash.
Daughter born healthy. Four months later, courthouse wedding, coworker witnessing their vows. Samuel kissed his wife hard, hand slipping under her dress to finger her still-hungry pussy. More rough lust awaited...