Got Stuck in a Hole - Part 3

Make sure to read part 2:  https://www.reddit.com/r/sexstories/comments/1ogm4fy/comment/nlmd9ev/?context=3

"Kiaaaaaa!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, the pain from that forceful spank ripping through my ass like fire. Tears streamed down my face instantly, mixing with the sweat on the dirty ground where my upper body was shoved through the wall hole.

My legs were tied spread-eagle with rough rope, ankles bound to what felt like metal stakes hammered into the yard dirt, keeping me helpless and exposed. "You fucking bastard! That hurts like hell! Untie me right now, you sick perv!" I cursed him, sobbing hard, my voice echoing in the empty yard.

No one in the house would hear, too far, too noisy inside with the family chatter. Fear choked me; my plan was fucked. I was so confident I'd catch him with my phone recording, but now? Tied like a whore, pussy bare after he yanked my panties to my knees. Guilt hit me hard – why did I come back? For the thrill? The lust he sparked yesterday? "Please, stop this!, for god's sake! My husband will kill you!"

He didn't say a word, like always. Silent creep. Instead, he grabbed the hem of my saree , already bunched at my waist and lifted it higher, flipping it over my back completely.

Cool air hit my naked ass and pussy, making me shiver. My panties dangled uselessly at my knees, stretched taut from my spread legs. "No, don't! Please, I'm begging you, don't do this!" I shouted, twisting my hips futilely. But he slid his hands up my thighs, rough palms grazing my skin, and hooked his fingers in my panties again, tugging them down further until they snapped off one leg. Now fully exposed, my pussy lips puffy from anticipation and fear.

Then, without warning, he shoved his middle finger straight into my wet pussy, deep, all the way in one thrust. "Ahhhh! Fuck!" I moaned out loud, the intrusion shocking me. It hurt a bit at first, stretching my tight hole, but damn, my body betrayed me quick. Juices coated his finger as he twisted it inside. "Take it out! You can't just... oh god..." My curses turned to whimpers, lust bubbling up despite the tears.

He grabbed my tied ankles and lifted my legs higher into the air, hoisting my lower body up like I weighed nothing. My ass cheeks spread wider from the position, everything on display.

Slap! Slap!

He smacked both cheeks hard, alternating left and right, the sounds cracking like whips. "Ow! Stop slapping my ass, you asshole! It burns!" I cried, but each hit sent jolts straight to my clit. Pain mixed with that dirty pleasure, making me drip more.

His finger plunged deeper, forceful now, drilling into my pussy. He started slow, in and out at a teasing pace, letting me feel every inch. "Please... slower... no, stop altogether!" I begged, but he ramped it up to mid-speed, pumping steadily.

My walls clenched around him, sucking him in. "Ahh... fuck... why does it feel so good?" I muttered through sobs. Then fast – rapid thrusts, his knuckle hitting my entrance each time. "Too fast! I can't... oh shit!" My moans got louder, body shaking.

Extreme now – he added a second finger, slamming in like a jackhammer, curling to hit my G-spot over and over. "Yes... no... fuck me... wait, no!" I lost control, cumming hard around his fingers. Juices squirted out, soaking his hand and my thighs. "I'm cumming! Ahhhh!" Waves crashed over me, mind blanking out.

I slumped in the ropes, panting, but he didn't stop. Pulled his fingers out with a wet pop and teased my throbbing pussy lips, rubbing circles around my clit. "Again?! Please, leave me dammit! You've had your fun!" I whined, but my hips bucked toward his touch. Lust had me in its grip – guilt screaming in my head that I was cheating, but my body craved more. "Just fuck me and let me go already," I thought, hating myself for it.

Then I felt something different. Not his fingers – warmer, thicker, pressing against my slit.

"Wait, wait! I know it's not your hand... fuck!! Please, no no no!" I yelled, panic rising. It was his cock – hard, veiny, nudging my entrance. He spat on my pussy, his saliva mixing with my cum, slicking me up. "Don't! I'm not ready... oh god, please don't shove it in!"

But he did, slowly, bit by bit. The head popped in first, stretching me wide. "Ahh... it's too big! Stop!" I cried, feeling like my pussy was tearing apart.

Inch by inch, he pushed deeper, his girth filling me completely. "No... it's so deep... fuck, it hurts so good..." My dialogues slipped, voice shaky as he bottomed out, balls slapping my ass. He paused, letting me adjust, but I was losing my mind. "P-please... pull out... or... or fuck me harder..." I stammered, words tumbling out wrong.

He Started thrusting, slow at first, matching a rhythm that had me moaning in sync. "Ah... ah... yes... no..." Each pump made my tits bounce on the other side of the wall, saree disheveled.

He spanked me along with the fucks, smack on the out-thrust, making my ass jiggle. "Ow... that stings... but don't stop... fuck!" I was in heat like a bitch, moaning and shouting nonsense. "Harder... deeper... oh god, what am I saying?" Lust overrode everything; guilt faded to the back as his cock hit spots my husband never reached.

It felt like it was growing even bigger inside me, swelling with each thrust. "Tf... what in the cock is it... so huge... filling me up..." I gasped, voice trembling.

He sped up, mid, then fast, pounding relentlessly. "Y-yes... fuck me... I'm your slut... no, wait... stop!" Shaky words, mind fractured. Extreme now – hips slamming, skin slapping loud. I came again, pussy clenching around him. "Cumming... again... ahhhh!"

Finally, he shoved deep one last time, grinding against me. I felt him pulse, then he pulled out quick, hot cum splattering my ass and back. Ropes of it dripped down my thighs. "Thank god... at least you didn't cum inside me," I whispered, relieved but spent.

After a minute, the ropes loosened – he untied me silently. My legs dropped, weak and shaky. I pulled my upper body out of the hole, fixing my saree with trembling hands, panties gone for good. Cum sticky on my skin, pussy sore and leaking. That's when I saw it: my phone, hidden in the bushes, smashed to bits.

Screen cracked, pieces scattered. "No... fuck, no!" Evidence gone, my plan in ruins. Disappointment crushed me – I was so sure I'd catch him. Guilt flooded back tenfold: I let him fuck me, came like a whore, and now what? Hubby? Family?

Then, on the ground, another note: "Caught u my cum bucket!! from now on be on time and dont try to do anything against me!! i got our videos"

Shit, shit, shit. He recorded us? Tears welled up; I was teared apart inside, fucked in every way. "Wtf am I gonna do?"

To be continue....