Chapter 6: Chapter 6: Deeper Into Sin
Yuna’s resistance was crumbling faster than she could admit.The next morning, she didn’t even bother pretending to hesitate. She dressed in the most provocative outfit yet — a sheer white sports bra that clearly showed her hardened nipples and a pair of tiny black thong-style workout shorts that left almost nothing to the imagination.When she arrived at Titan Forge, Marcus was already waiting in the private studio, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. The moment he saw her, his eyes lit up with dark satisfaction."Look at you," he growled, locking the door. "No more excuses. You’re dressed like you want to get fucked."Yuna didn’t reply. She simply walked up to him, heart pounding, and dropped to her knees without being told.Marcus raised an eyebrow, clearly pleased. "Eager little slut today, aren’t we?"He pulled down his shorts, letting his massive black cock spring free. It was already rock hard, veins pulsing. Yuna stared at it hungrily, her mouth watering. Without hesitation, she leaned forward and took him into her mouth — deeper than yesterday."Fuck... that’s it," Marcus groaned, gripping her blue hair with both hands. "Suck that big Black cock like your husband could never dream of."Yuna moaned around his thickness, bobbing her head as best she could. Saliva dripped messily down her chin and onto her breasts as she tried to take more of him. Her hands stroked the thick shaft she couldn’t fit, while her tongue swirled around the swollen head.Marcus’s hips began to move, fucking her face with controlled thrusts. "Your husband ever fuck your throat like this? No? Of course not. He’s too weak. Too small."The degrading words sent a shameful thrill through Yuna’s body. Her pussy was absolutely drenched, juices running down her inner thighs.After several minutes of intense face-fucking, Marcus pulled her up, spun her around, and bent her over the weight bench again. He yanked her tiny shorts to the side and slid his enormous cock between her soaked pussy lips, rubbing the thick head up and down her slit without entering her."You want it, don’t you?" he taunted, slapping her ass hard. "You want this superior Black cock stretching your married Japanese pussy."Yuna whimpered, pushing her ass back desperately. "Marcus... please...""Please what?" He pressed the fat head against her entrance, teasing her. "Say it.""I... I want it..." she gasped, voice breaking. "I want your cock..."Marcus chuckled darkly but still refused to push inside. Instead, he thrust between her thighs and against her clit until she came hard, moaning loudly as her legs shook.He finished again on her back and ass, covering her in another massive load of thick white cum."Clean yourself up before you go home to your husband," he said, wiping his cock on her ass cheek. "And tomorrow... I’m taking this pussy. No more games."
That night, Haruto came home with a small gift — a beautiful necklace he’d bought during his lunch break."I saw this and thought of you," he said softly, helping her put it on. "You’ve been working out so much lately. I’m proud of you, Yuna."The necklace felt heavy around her neck. Yuna forced a smile and hugged him, but her body still carried the faint scent of Marcus’s cum despite two showers.When Haruto tried to make love to her later, she couldn’t even pretend to be interested."Not tonight, Haruto," she said, turning away from him. "I’m exhausted."Haruto looked hurt but nodded understandingly. "Okay... I love you. Goodnight."As soon as Haruto’s breathing became steady in sleep, Yuna slipped out of bed and went to the bathroom. She locked the door, pulled her phone out, and opened the secret folder where she had saved screenshots of Marcus’s cock.Her fingers moved between her legs as she stared at the pictures.Haruto’s so gentle... so careful... she thought bitterly. But Marcus... he treats me like a whore. Like I exist to be used.She came quietly, biting her lip, imagining what it would feel like when Marcus finally fucked her tomorrow.The guilt was still there.But it was getting quieter.
