The French Bitch: Chapter Two

Chapter Two

She never thought this was going to be the outcome of her night of revenge, but here she was, receiving his monster cock inside of her. One of the first few things Chad noticed was the fact that her pussy was incredibly tight. On one hand, this felt immensely pleasurable, on the other, it told him that her husband, The Miz, hadn’t done a decent job with her. Perhaps his cock wasn’t anywhere large enough to make her a bit wider. For all intents and purposes, it felt to him as if she had never been fucked for real. Such a tragedy. Chad was changing all of that right now. The woman who her name had been dragged into the mud for weeks was now being banged by the man who seemed to have picked as a personal mission to tarnish her reputation. This was the real tragedy for her even though she wasn’t exactly taking it that way. She was more willing that he ever thought she was going to be, especially with him. She was stuck. There was no going back. She had made her choice to come here in the first place. She had made her mind about staying in the bed and opening her long, perfectly shaved legs for him. She was in this situation because of her and her alone. At least, she was enjoying herself. The more Cash went deeper inside of her vagina, the more she gasped before moaning. She was feeling the lust of the moment. Eventually, his dick grew bigger inside of her and this was when she screamed for the first time of the night since the two had begun banging on the bed.

“Holy fuck. Your dick is bigger, fatter, and better than my husband’s. Please. Keep fucking me with that big, fat, bad motherfucker,” Maryse said, obviously referring to his meaty cock was the big, fat, bad motherfucker. Then, not too long after that, as he continued to fuck her, over and over, he suddenly grasped Maryse’s neck with one hand, forcing her to move closer to his chest. He held her by her throat, totally controlling her. His face was digging into his bare chest, and he banged her more and more. She didn’t see that coming. This new, awkward position with her face in his chest and her body folded in half ended helping the wrestler diving deeper into her tight pussy, making her feel things she had never felt before with her weak husband. Her pussy sunk down hard on his cock.

“Of course. I’m not surprised, girl. I’m purely bigger and better than your husband. I’m bigger and better than your husband will ever be,” the wrestler whispered into her ear. Her head was now so close to him that he could do something like that without sacrificing the fact that he could fuck her as deep and as strongly as humanly possible. This was the moment that made her break. She moaned and screamed louder than ever before that night. She held on to her new man. Trying to hug him. Giving up on everything else. She was giving in to him.

“You can have me for the rest of your life. You can have my pussy for the rest of time if you want, the only thing I’m asking in return is just that you never stopped fucking me. Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop,” she begged and commanded him.

“Is that it?” he asked her, leaving her silent for a moment. Then, he surprised her as he suddenly pulled out of her. Liberating her from his cock. Removing it from her pussy.

“Wait, what are you doing?” she asked him, shocked.

“You want it? Don’t you?” he teased her, smirking.

“Of course, I want it. I want you to keep fucking me with it. I love this cock already,” she explained to him, moaning.

“Don’t worry. I’m not going to let you go without it,” he announced to her with confidence. The wrestler was standing on top of the bed. His big dick jiggling up and down in front of her face. Waving it at her, like a dog with a treat. She couldn’t take her eyes off of her. She wanted it so bad.

“What does that mean? Are you going to keep blasting my pussy with it?” she asked him, hoping that it was going to be the case. He stepped back from her a little. Offered her his hand. After a short beat, she accepted and took his hand. He walked her out of the hotel room, outside on the balcony. “What are we going, Chad?” she asked him as she had no idea where this was going at all. Why was he bringing her, mostly naked outside on the balcony in the middle of the night? This made no sense to her. The balcony of the hotel room suit. The view outside was absolutely beautiful. He finished properly undressing her, fully taking off her dress before throwing it over the iron railing of the balcony. “Hey, my dress, my dress,” she shouted. The only things she was wearing at this point were her tall, sexy heels.

“You don’t need your dress right now, babe,” he said.

“But, I like this dress. A lot,” she argued with him.

“Fair enough. But I’ll get you a new one. A better one. That is if you do a good job tonight,” personally, she wasn’t so sure about the idea of having full-on sex outside on the balcony, however, as she did hear what he had to say about pleasuring him and doing a good to get a new dress, she came with the idea of sucking him off again. A real blow-job this time. Maryse squatted down and officially began sucking on his big penis. Feeling the hardness of his member as she got him hard again, harder than ever before. Her eyes were shut during the blow-job. She tried thinking about her husband while she did, but it wouldn’t work for her, she wasn’t attracted to The Miz anywhere near enough. On the other side of things, she was much more interested in this wrestler right here than her husband. She sort of wished she had him as her husband instead. She adored feeling this man inside of her mouth.

He was so big and so juicy that it was like candy to her. Sweet, sweet candy. When she reopened her eyes and made eye contact with the tall man towering over her, she knew she had made the right choice to come here. She was having a blast. She didn’t get the revenge she had been craving so much all this time, but she was getting even more unique and special and unexpected, revenge over her fucking husband who didn’t do anything to defend her when Cash was talking shit about her during wrestling nights. At least, she was getting her revenge somehow. If it wasn’t on the man who constantly talk shit about her, it was on the one who never did anything for her. She was done. And the more she stayed with his big cock inside of her mouth, the more she felt like she was making the right decision. The more she felt like she had made the correct decision at the end of the day. There was no going back for her.

She took his cock as far and as deep as she could inside of her mouth, coming to the entrance of her throat, dangerously threatening to in her throat. The more she looked at him in the eyes, the more she knew that this was exactly what he was hoping for. He had in mind to throat-fuck her. Throat-fuck her. Only throat-fucking her. And this was when she decided to him by surprise. She was the one who accelerated this process and pushed his huge member as far as she possibly could down her throat. Completely shocking him, his eyes grew wide. She could tell he was enjoying this. Even though Cash was mostly in perfect control of what was happening, he was the one who could thrust forward and fuck her mouth and her throat that way, but the nice, blonde lady he was with was the one who was making all of this possible for him. She was nearly gagging on his big cock, but not quite. The busty actress had serious skills. He could tell that this wasn’t her first rodeo in terms of skull-fucking and throat-fucking and riding the line between gagging and not gagging. This was a true gift.

Becoming harder than ever before that night, the wrestler knew exactly what he wished to do next after a few nice minutes of an intense blow-jobbing session. Without any warning whatsoever, Chad lifted her up from the ground. He pulled her up. Turned her around on the balcony. He made her face the bright lights of the downtown LA Skyline. He made her see the busy streets. They were flashing before her eyes.

“Come over here,” he told her as he picked her up.

“Hey, what are you doing just now?” she asked him.

“I want to make you all those beautiful lights,” but in truth, he simply wanted to make her look at the streets of LA, so he could move behind her and dominated her. In no time, he inserted his big, veiny cock inside of her pussy. Penetrating her. Pushing his large, unconventional glans against her beautiful vaginal lips. Making her feel great again. Her hands were resting on the iron railing of the balcony. She was safely holding on to it as he fucked her. She braced herself for the huge impacts. He was banging her so hard she thought multiple times she would go overboard and ended up following her lost dress. She was safe for now, but she didn’t trust those railings.

“Bullshit. You just want to fuck me, hey, hold on, be careful, I don’t want to fall on the balcony,” she told him.

“That would be pretty funny, right?” he asked her.

“Are you kidding me? I’m not interested. This is not a good idea at all. I don’t like the fact that everyone could see us. I hate the idea of anyone seeing me naked. Being fucked by you. This is so humiliating,” she argued again, fearing the worst.

“That wouldn’t be too bad. All things considered, it could do wonders for your image and your reputation at this point. Don’t you think?” he made her think about this.

“Me. And you. Fucking together? On a balcony? Come on now, if everything hear about this, we would be totally fucked. This can’t happen. The man, the wrestler who is dirtying the reputation of a woman ends up banging her. This would be the worst thing in the world,” she said, moaning between each of her words. She couldn’t stop moaning. This felt way too good. It was even better that way since she couldn’t see him. She was only looking at the darkness and the brightness of the night. She was calmed. She was at peace. She was excited. She was at war. All of these things all combined. She kept looking down. Trying to see if anyone was looking at them. Pictures being taken? Paparazzi? She was looking. Always looking. She was so scared that anyone was going to see them.”

“Do you see anyone?” he asked her.

“Not yet. I see people. But no one is looking,” she said. As she kept looking, Chad suddenly pulled out of her and picked her up again in his strong arms. In a quick motion, he had her sit on the iron railing after turning her around and sliding her on top of the railing. Then, he stepped closer to her and shoved his cock back inside of her tight pink pussy. The two were now face to face. She didn’t originally think she was going to enjoy this new position with her ass sitting on the edge of the railing since it was so damn dangerous, but she quickly came to enjoy this position all things considered. She was silent for a brief moment during which she didn’t have his meat inside of her, but almost as soon as he reintroduced his rod inside of her, she moaned again. Louder than ever before. Everything was back to normal.

“Do you see anyone now?” he asked her, teasing her.