The Sleeve The Tattooed Stranger The Submission
# The Hunger Brianna’s phone buzzed against the kitchen counter, a tiny earthquake in the quiet afternoon. The text was from her friend Lena, just two words: **He’s in.** Her heart did a clumsy somersault. She glanced toward the living ro
Chapter 1
Brianna’s phone buzzed against the kitchen counter, a tiny earthquake in the quiet afternoon. The text was from her friend Lena, just two words: **He’s in.**
Her heart did a clumsy somersault. She glanced toward the living room where Marco was bent over his laptop, his broad, bald head reflecting the lamplight, his bearded jaw set in concentration. Serious. Always so fucking serious. Two weeks ago, that seriousness had melted into something else—a playful, adventurous spark—when he’d surprised her with the sleeve. It was huge, ludicrous, a toy. But the feeling… the *fullness*… it had unlocked a door in her mind she couldn’t slam shut.
Now, the thought of it was a constant, low hum beneath her skin. A hunger.
She typed a reply, her fingers trembling. **When?**
Nathan arrived just after Marco left for his evening class. Brianna opened the door, her cute, sweet voice barely a whisper. “Hi.”
He filled the frame. Tall, so tall, with a muscular build stretched tight under a black t-shirt, sleeves cut to show intricate tattoos snaking down his arms. His gaze was calm, direct. He stepped inside, and the hallway seemed to shrink.
“Lena said you had an itch,” he said, his voice a low rumble.
Brianna led him to the bedroom, her curvy body feeling suddenly very aware of itself—the slight softness of her belly, the heavy, undeniable weight of her H-cup breasts in her simple cotton dress. She was shy, always had been, but this was different. This was a submissive pull, a need to hand over the reins of this desperate fantasy.
“I can’t stop thinking about it,” she admitted, not looking at him. “About… size.”
Nathan nodded. He didn’t touch her. Not yet. “Show me.”
Hands shaking, she pulled her dress over her head, letting it pool at her feet. She stood there in just her plain cotton panties, feeling exposed, her shaved mound a secret she was about to betray. Nathan’s eyes travelled over her slowly—the swell of her breasts, the curve of her hips, the plush roundness of her ass.
“On the bed,” he instructed, not unkindly.
She lay back on the comforter she’d shared with Marco just last night. Nathan sat beside her hip, one large, tattooed hand coming to rest on her stomach. His touch was warm, electric.
“The itch,” he murmured, his hand drifting lower, a single finger tracing the line of her panties. “Let’s see how deep it goes.”
He hooked a finger in the waistband and pulled them down, revealing her. His thumb found her clit, already swollen and eager, and circled it with a devastating, knowing pressure. Brianna gasped, her back arching.
“That’s it,” Nathan said, his dirty talk a quiet, relentless engine. “Think about it. Think about being stretched. Filled. Think about that ache you want.”
His other hand came up to cup her breast, his palm dwarfing the soft, heavy mound. He leaned down, his mouth capturing a tight nipple, sucking hard, pulling a deep, needy moan from her throat. He lavished attention on each breast, sucking and kneading, while his thumb continued its torturous circles below.
“You’re dripping for it,” he observed, his voice thick. He brought his wet fingers to her lips. “Taste how bad you want it.”
Submissive and burning, she opened her mouth, sucking his fingers clean, tasting her own desperate arousal. The obscenity of it made her throb.
Nathan stood then, and the sound of his zipper was the loudest thing in the world. He pushed his jeans and briefs down. Brianna’s blue eyes went wide.
It was massive. Thick, veined, and heavy, jutting out from a thatch of dark hair. A real, living version of the silicone fantasy that had haunted her.
“This what you’ve been dreaming about?” he asked, stroking himself slowly, his big hand moving up and down his shaft.
All she could do was nod, a weak, yearning sound escaping her lips. The hunger was a roar now, blotting out every thought, every inhibition. He was here. It was real. And her husband’s class wouldn’t be over for hours.
Chapter 2
His thumb brushed her bottom lip. “Open.”
Brianna’s mouth fell open, her breath coming in shallow pants. The head of his cock, hot and blunt, pressed against her tongue. A salty, musky flavor filled her senses. She moaned around him, the vibration drawing a deep groan from Nathan’s chest.
“That’s it, sweet thing,” he rumbled, his hand cradling the back of her head, not forcing, just guiding. “Get it nice and wet. Show me how hungry you really are.”
She obeyed, her tongue swirling around the thick crown, lapping at the drop of moisture already beading there. She took him deeper, inch by straining inch, until her lips stretched wide around his girth. The sheer size of him was overwhelming, a tangible reality of the fantasy that had consumed her. Her jaw ached beautifully.
“Look at you,” Nathan said, his voice a low, approving rasp. “Taking it so good. You were made for this, weren’t you? Made to suck a big cock.”
The dirty talk lit a fire in her belly. She hollowed her cheeks, sucking hard as she drew back, then pushed forward again, taking him deeper. Her eyes watered, but she didn’t stop. One of her hands came up to cradle the heavy weight of his balls, feeling them tighten in her palm.
“Fuck yeah,” he hissed, his hips giving a slight, involuntary thrust. “Use your tongue on the underside. Right there.”
She focused, licking and sucking with desperate enthusiasm, lost in the submissive act. The world narrowed to this: the taste of him, the weight on her tongue, the commanding tone of his voice shaping her every move. Her free hand slid between her own thighs, her fingers finding her soaked, aching pussy. She circled her clit, a sharp gasp muffled around his shaft.
Nathan’s grip in her hair tightened. “You like that? Getting yourself off while you suck me? You’re a greedy little thing.”
She could only nod, her movements becoming more frantic, a coiling tension building low in her stomach. She was getting close, the dual sensations driving her toward a peak.
“Not yet,” Nathan commanded, his voice cutting through her haze. He gently pulled himself from her mouth. “Turn over. On your knees. I want to see that big ass in the air.”
Whimpering with need, Brianna obeyed. The cool air of the room kissed her wet lips as she got on all fours, presenting herself to him. She was exposed, wanton, trembling on the edge.
Chapter 3
Instead of the hard pressure she expected, a hot, wet stripe licked up her seam. Brianna cried out, her hands fisting the comforter. Nathan’s tongue was relentless, broad and flat against her pussy, then pointed and searching as he circled her clit.
“Oh, god,” she whimpered, pushing her ass back against his face, lost in the sensation.
He ate her with a focused intensity, one hand gripping her hip, the other reaching up to roughly squeeze her heavy, swinging breast. The dual sensations made her dizzy. After a few minutes of this exquisite torture, he pulled back, leaving her throbbing and empty.
“Tell me how you want to take your first big cock?” His voice was muffled against her skin, his breath hot on her wetness. “On your back? Do you want to sit on it? We’ll probably need to take it slow.”
The question, so blunt and practical amidst the filth, undid her. “On my back,” she gasped, the words tumbling out. “I want… I want to see you. I want to watch it go in.”
“Good girl.” He gave her ass a firm, open-palmed smack that made her jump, then guided her onto her back. He knelt between her spread thighs, his huge cock standing rigid against his stomach. He leaned over her, bracing himself on one arm, his other hand guiding the thick, blunt head to her entrance. The heat of it against her soaked flesh was almost too much.
“Look at me,” Nathan commanded, his eyes locking onto hers.
She obeyed, her blue eyes wide, her breath hitching. He pushed forward, just an inch, and a sharp, stretching burn stole her breath. She cried out, her body tensing.
“Breathe, Brianna,” he said, his voice a low rumble. “Just breathe through it. That’s it. You’re taking it so good.”
He held still, letting her adjust to the impossible stretch. The feeling of being filled, of being stretched wider than she ever had before, was overwhelming. It was pain and pleasure fused into one blinding need. He watched her face, reading every flicker of sensation.
“More,” she begged, her sweet voice breaking. “Please, Nathan.”
He gave her another inch, a slow, relentless invasion that made her see stars. “Fuck, you’re tight,” he groaned, his composure cracking for the first time. “So fucking tight around my cock.”
Chapter 4
“Breathe, Brianna,” Nathan repeated, his voice a strained, husky command. “Just breathe.”
She did, and as she exhaled, he pushed forward again. The stretch was a searing, perfect agony, a relentless invasion that made her whimper into the still air of her bedroom. She felt every vein, every ridge of him as he sank deeper, an impossible fullness that shoved all other thought from her mind.
“Fuck,” Nathan groaned, his eyes squeezing shut for a moment as her tight heat enveloped him. “You’re taking it… Jesus.”
With one last, slow, grinding push, he seated himself fully, his hips flush against her ass, his heavy balls resting against her. He was all the way in. The sheer, conquering fullness stole her breath.
And then she felt it—a hot, sudden gush between her legs. Her body, overwhelmed by the penetration, betrayed her instantly. Fluid seeped out around the thick intrusion, soaking the comforter beneath them with a soft, wet sound.
“Look at that,” Nathan rasped, his gaze dropping to where they were joined. “Soaking the bed already. You’re fucking dripping for this cock.”
He didn’t wait for an answer. He began to move, withdrawing an inch before pressing back in. The glide was slick and easy now, aided by her desperate flood. A ragged cry tore from Brianna’s throat.
“That’s it,” he urged, his thrusts gaining a gradual, punishing rhythm. “Take it. All of it.”
Each drive stretched her wide, each retreat left her achingly empty. The friction built a heat in her core that was immediate and terrifying. Her hands flew to his tattooed arms, her nails digging into the hard muscle as she tried to anchor herself.
“I can’t… I can’t…” she babbled, her head thrashing on the pillow.
“You can,” he growled, leaning over her, his pace increasing. “You’re gonna come on this big cock. Come all over it. Show me how much you needed it.”
His words were the final trigger. The coil in her belly snapped. A wave of pure, violent sensation crashed through her, starting deep where he filled her and radiating out in blinding, electric pulses. Her back arched violently off the bed, a silent scream on her lips as her pussy clamped down in a rapid, convulsing rhythm around his shaft.
“Yes!” Nathan shouted, his thrusts turning jagged as her inner muscles milked him. “That’s it, baby. Come for me. Let it go.”
A second orgasm tore through her before the first had even faded, then a third, each one shaking her body with huge, uncontrollable tremors. She was sobbing, gasping, her vision spotting as the waves of pleasure rendered her mindless. He fucked her through every one, his own breath coming in harsh grunts, driving her higher until she was nothing but a shuddering, oversensitive vessel of pure sensation.
Chapter 5
Nathan’s thrusts were becoming brutal, the sound of their bodies slapping together filling the room. He drove into her with a force that shook the bedframe, each impact pushing a choked cry from Brianna’s throat. Just as another orgasm began to coil deep within her, he stopped, holding himself deep, his cock a burning, full presence inside her.
“Wait,” he grunted, his breath hot against her neck. “You wanna ride it? Can you take it that way?”
The idea sent a fresh, dizzying wave of desire through her. To be in control, to take that monstrous cock on her own terms. “Yes,” she gasped, her sweet voice ragged. “I want to.”
He pulled out slowly, and she whimpered at the sudden, aching emptiness. Nathan laid back against the pillows, his huge frame dwarfing the bed, his cock standing proud and glistening with her wetness. “Come here, then. Show me what you’ve got.”
Brianna moved with a hunger that overrode her shyness. She straddled him, her plump thighs framing his hips, her big, delicious ass hovering just above him. She reached down, her small hand wrapping around his thick shaft, guiding the blunt head to her slick, swollen entrance.
“Look at me,” Nathan commanded, his hands coming to rest on her wide hips. “Now sit. Take it all.”
She obeyed, lowering herself slowly, her blue eyes locked on his. The stretch was even more intense this way, a searing, glorious invasion as she impaled herself inch by inch. A low, guttural moan tore from her lips as she finally settled, his pelvis pressed against her ass, him buried to the hilt.
“Fuck,” Nathan hissed, his knuckles white where he gripped her. “You’re so deep. So fucking tight.”
Then she began to move. She used every skill she possessed, every secret rhythm she knew. She rose up until just the head remained inside, then sank down in a slow, grinding roll of her hips, making sure he felt every inch of her velvety heat. She leaned forward, letting her heavy H-cup breasts swing in his face.
“Suck them,” she breathed, a newfound boldness fueling her. “While I fuck you.”
He did, capturing a nipple in his hot mouth, sucking hard as she rode him with increasing fervor. The angle was perfect, hitting a spot inside her that made her vision blur. She bounced on him, her big ass slapping against his thighs, the lewd, wet sounds of their joining echoing around them.
“That’s it, you greedy slut,” Nathan groaned around her breast, his hands slapping her ass. “Ride that big cock. Make yourself come on it.”
It was the most erotic experience of her life. The power, the fullness, the filthy praise. The coil snapped. Her body seized, a raw, screaming orgasm detonating inside her. Her pussy clamped down on his shaft in violent, rhythmic pulses.
“I’m coming!” she shrieked, her movements becoming frantic and uncoordinated as wave after wave of pleasure shattered her.
The feel of her convulsing around him was too much. “Brianna… fuck!” Nathan roared, his hips bucking off the bed to meet her final, grinding drop. He emptied himself inside her with a deep, shuddering groan, his hot release flooding her depths in pulsing jets.
She collapsed forward onto his chest, spent and trembling, feeling his own heart hammering against her. They lay there, slick with sweat, tangled together, the only sound their ragged breathing slowly settling.
After a long while, Nathan gently shifted her off him. He pulled her close, his big arm around her, his fingers tracing idle patterns on her shoulder. There were no grand pronouncements, no promises. This was what it was—a perfect, fever-dream answer to a hunger. She felt satiated, profoundly used, and utterly at peace.
When the front door clicked open an hour later, Nathan was gone. Brianna was in the shower, washing the evidence away, her body humming with a secret, sated glow. She heard Marco call out, “Honey, I’m home!” His voice, familiar and safe, sparked not guilt, but a quiet, thrilling completeness. The itch was gone. The fantasy was real. And her life, her marriage, remained perfectly, wonderfully intact.
Chapter 6
The air in their living room was thick with unsaid things. Marco sat in his armchair, a fortress of quiet seriousness, while Brianna curled on the sofa opposite him, feeling every inch of her deception like a physical weight.
“I have to tell you something,” she began, her sweet voice trembling. The story spilled out in a guilty, breathless rush—the text, Nathan’s visit, the desperate, hungry hours. She watched his face, the shock registering in his widening eyes, the tense set of his bearded jaw.
When she finished, the silence was absolute. Then, slowly, a strange light dawned in Marco’s eyes. He leaned forward, his gaze intense. “You let another man fuck you in our bed?”
“Yes,” she whispered, shame burning her cheeks.
He was quiet for a long moment, then he stood, crossing the room to tower over her. “Look at me.” She did, her blue eyes swimming with tears. “I’m pissed. More than pissed.” He cupped her chin, his thumb stroking her cheek. “But Christ, Brianna… the thought of it… of you taking a cock that big…” He shook his head, a low, rough sound escaping his throat. “It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.”
Her breath hitched. “What?”
“You want forgiveness?” he said, his voice dropping, taking on a new, commanding edge she’d never heard before. “Then you earn it. Right here. Right now. You fuck me like you fucked him. You show me. You tell me *everything*.”
He pulled her to her feet, his hands rough on the hem of her shirt. “Start by getting naked. Now.”
Hands shaking with a confusing mix of fear and electric arousal, Brianna obeyed. She peeled off her clothes, letting them fall to the floor until she stood before him, her curvy, slightly chubby body fully exposed, her shaved mound on display.
“Good,” Marco growled, his eyes devouring her. He sat back in the armchair, his own arousal evident through his jeans. “Now, get on your knees. Show me how you started with him.”
Brianna sank to the carpet, the memory fueling her movements. She crawled to him, her big ass in the air. She made eye contact, just like she had with Nathan. “He was so big,” she began, her voice a husky whisper as she unbuttoned Marco’s jeans. “I got on my knees and I just… worshipped it. I wanted to taste him so bad.”
She pulled his cock out, taking him into her mouth, using her tongue the way Nathan had taught her. She moaned around him, the vibration making Marco jerk. “I sucked him deep,” she narrated, pulling off with a wet pop. “I looked up at him while I did it. I was his slut. And I loved it.”
“Fuck,” Marco hissed, tangling his hands in her blond hair. “What then?”
“He made me taste myself on his fingers,” she said, moving to straddle his lap in the chair, guiding him to her wet entrance. She hovered there, the head of his cock pressing against her. “Then he laid back and told me to ride him. To take it all.”
She sank down, taking Marco inside her in one slow, deep motion, her eyes locked on his. A ragged moan tore from both of them. “I rode him just like this,” she gasped, beginning to move, a slow, grinding roll of her hips. “I leaned forward so he could suck my tits. He called me a greedy slut for his big cock.”
Marco’s hands flew to her heavy, H-cup breasts, squeezing and kneading them roughly. “Say it again,” he demanded, his voice guttural.
“He called me his greedy slut,” she repeated, louder, bouncing harder on him, the lewd sound of their skin slapping filling the room. “And I came. I came so hard screaming on his dick. I couldn’t stop.”
“Did he fill you up?” Marco grunted, his hips pumping up to meet her frantic pace. “Did that bastard come inside my wife?”
“Yes!” she cried, her own climax coiling, white-hot and imminent. “He came so deep inside me, baby. It was so hot. I felt so full.”
The confession, the reenactment, the filthy dialogue shattered the last of Marco’s control. “You’re mine,” he snarled, his grip on her hips bruising as he drove up into her. “This pussy is mine. But goddamn, you look so good being a dirty little whore for me.”
The words, the possessive fury mixed with raw lust, pushed Brianna over the edge. Her body seized, a silent scream on her lips as her pussy clenched around him in violent, pulsing waves, the orgasm blinding and total. She collapsed against his chest, feeling his own release build, his rhythm becoming frantic and short.