What Benny Couldn't Give Her #3
With Selena Gomez
Written by TheLW
Codes: MF, Blowjob, Cheating, Dirty Talk, Rough Sex, Throat Fuck, Verbal Humiliation
Disclaimer: This FICTIONAL story was written for entertainment purposes only.
Selena stared at the dimly lit screen of her phone, the glow casting soft shadows across the master bedroom she shared with her husband, Benny. It was just months into their marriage, and the house was quiet. Benny was out of town for a late-night studio session, leaving her alone with her thoughts and her growing frustrations.
On the surface, their life looked perfect. Their wedding the previous September had been a small, intimate affair filled with laughter and promises. Benny was kind, attentive, and deeply in love with her. He treated her gently, like something precious. Their sex life was sweet, soft kisses, slow caresses, whispered “I love yous.” It was safe. Comfortable.
But Selena craved something more. Something degrading. Something that made her feel like a filthy object instead of a cherished wife.
She had been using the private app DarkCravings for several weeks now. What started as nervous late-night browsing had quickly become a full secret addiction. She had already met up with a few different men from the site, each encounter more intense than the last and pushing her deeper into her hidden desires. Tonight, she was posting again, chasing that familiar rush.
The post she typed up was direct.
“Married. Bored. Craving a no-limits grudge fuck. Treat me like the desperate cum slut I am. Use my throat, my tits, my holes until I’m a dripping, broken mess. Husband doesn’t know. Must be discreet, tested, and ruthless. Local area only. Serious inquiries with proof of health and respect for boundaries.”
She hit post, heart hammering with the same mix of guilt and excitement she always felt. Then she dimmed the lights, lay back on the silk sheets, and waited for the replies to roll in.
Within an hour her inbox flooded. She filtered carefully, only verified profiles with recent tests and the kind of dominant energy that made her thighs clench. One stood out immediately.
Username: RoughHandlerLA.
His message was blunt.
“You look like you need to be reminded what a real man does to a teasing little cum dumpster like yourself. I’m 6’4”, built, no mercy. I’ll grudge-fuck that pretty married face until you forget your husband’s name. Hotel room. Tomorrow night. Serious inquiries only.”
Selena’s breath caught. She replied with a clear selfie and her limits, no permanent marks, no sharing footage without consent, safe word “Red,” but she wanted it pushed hard. No gentle aftercare unless she asked.
They arranged everything. A luxury suite at a discreet boutique hotel. Cash payment. He would provide the toys and lube. She would arrive alone, wearing a long coat over the skimpy white outfit she had chosen, a tight white tube top pulled low over her full breasts and matching white bottoms riding low on her hips.
The next evening, Selena kissed Benny goodbye as he left for another studio session, telling him she was having a girls’ night with friends. The lie tasted bittersweet, but the ache between her legs was stronger.
She drove herself to the hotel, heartbeat racing. In the elevator she slipped off her coat, revealing the skimpy white top and bottoms. The fabric was already slightly damp from anticipation. She looked at herself in the mirrored walls, a married woman dressed like a cheap whore, begging to be ruined.
Room 1423. She knocked twice.
The door opened to a tall, muscular man in his late 30s, dark hair, sharp jaw, cold blue eyes that raked over her body like she was nothing more then a fuck toy. He wore black jeans and a tight shirt that showed off his broad chest and arms. There was no smile, on his face.
“Get in, cum slut.”
Selena stepped inside. The door clicked shut behind her with finality. The room was dimly lit, king bed with dark sheets, coils of rope and a bottle of lube on the nightstand. A camera tripod stood in the corner, off for now, per her rules.
He didn’t waste time with small talk. His hand shot out, grabbing a fistful of her dark hair and yanking her head back. “Look at you. Married to some soft husband and sneaking out to get treated like the filthy whore you are.”
“Yes,” she whispered, voice already breathy.
He slapped her cheek lightly, not hard enough to bruise, but enough to sting. “Louder.”
“Yes, Sir. I’m a desperate cum slut.”
“Good girl.” He shoved her toward the bed. “On your knees. Show me those tits.”
Selena dropped obediently, the carpet rough against her skin. She pulled the white tube top down, freeing her breasts. They bounced heavily, nipples already stiff.
RoughHandler circled her slowly. “Does your husband fuck you like this? Bet he makes love to you. Kisses you nice and slow. Probably cums in five minutes and calls it a night.”
She shook her head, eyes down. “No... he’s gentle. Too gentle.”
“That’s why you’re here.” He unzipped his jeans, pulling out a thick, heavy cock already half-hard. It was bigger than Benny’s, longer, girthier. “Open your mouth. Wide.”
Selena parted her glossy lips. He gripped her hair with both hands and thrust forward, burying half his length down her throat in one brutal motion. She gagged instantly, eyes watering, mascara starting to run as saliva spilled from the corners of her mouth.
“Fuck yes,” he growled, holding her there, feeling her throat convulse around him. “Choke on it, you married little bitch. This is what you wanted.”
Tears streamed down her cheeks as he began to fuck her face in earnest, long, punishing thrusts that made her nose bump against his pelvis on every slide of his cock. Wet, obscene glucking sounds filled the room. Her hands instinctively grabbed his thighs for balance, but he slapped them away.
“No hands. Just your mouth.”
Selena’s pussy throbbed with need. She was soaked already, the white bottoms clinging to her. He pulled out suddenly, strings of spit connecting her lips to his glistening cock. She gasped for air, coughing.
Beg for it.”
“Please... use my throat. Fuck my face like a cum slut. I need it rough.”
He smirked and slapped his heavy cock against her face, leaving a wet smear. Then he was back in, deeper this time, holding her nose against his stomach until her vision blurred. She tapped her leg twice, close to her limit, but he eased back just enough before pushing again.
After ten minutes of relentless face-fucking, he pulled her up by the hair and threw her onto the bed on all fours. The white bottoms were yanked down roughly, exposing her smooth, shaved pussy and tight ass. He spread her cheeks, spitting directly onto her holes.
“Look at this married cunt. Dripping for a stranger. Does your husband know what a whore his wife is?”
“No,” she moaned, pushing back against him. “Please... fuck me hard.”
He didn’t ask twice. Grabbing her hips, he slammed into her pussy in one savage thrust. Selena moaned out, the stretch burning deliciously. He was thick, filling her completely. No warmup. No mercy.
He pounded her like he hated her, deep, bruising strokes that made her ass ripple and her tits swing. The bed creaked violently. Each thrust drove the breath from her lungs.
“Take it, slut. Take every inch while your husband thinks you’re out with friends.”
Selena’s moans turned into sobs of pleasure. “Harder... please... treat me like a cum dump.”
He gripped the white fabric bunched at her waist, twisting it tight in his fist and pulling backward like a jockey. With each savage thrust, her freed breasts swung heavily beneath her. His palm cracked against her ass again and again until crimson bloomed across her skin.
He withdrew suddenly and used his strength to turn her over. Before she could catch her breath, his weight pressed down on her chest as he positioned himself above her, his knees trapping her arms against the mattress. His arousal, glistening with evidence of her desire, brushed across her flushed cheeks.
“Time to cover that pretty face.”
He stroked himself furiously over her. Selena opened her mouth, tongue out, eyes locked on his.
“Gonna cum all over this married cum slut’s face.”
Thick ropes of hot cum erupted from him, first across Selena’s forehead and into her hair, then heavy spurts across her cheeks, nose, and lips. It dripped down in thick strands. Some landed on her tongue, she swallowed what she could, the salty taste flooding her senses.
Still hard and hungry, he repositioned himself between her trembling thighs. Before she could fully recover, he thrust back inside her, the mixture of their fluids easing his renewed claim on her body.
The second round was even rougher. He folded her legs back, nearly bending her in half, and railed her with punishing force. Her breasts jiggled wildly, the cum on them sliding down her ribs and stomach.
“Beg me to ruin you for your husband.”
“Please ruin me... make me loose and sloppy so he feels how used I am...”
A cruel smile crossed his face as he withdrew from her soaked entrance, his rigid length now hovering at her other opening. Her body went rigid at the silent question, but her desperate nods gave him all the permission he needed.
“Slow at first,” she gasped.
He pressed forward, breaching her tight entrance, then paused as her body yielded around him. With each inch, the sensation of being completely filled intensified beyond words. His pace started measured and controlled, each thrust more insistent than the last, until he was pounding into her with such force that she buried her face in the pillow to muffle her cries.
Pain sizzled up her spine as he bottomed out, stretching Selena raw. Her body locked, frozen between agony and a sick thrill so deep it made her vision tunnel. He waited, barely, just a second for her to push back, give him the sign, give him the green light. The bastard must have known exactly how it felt, the shimmer of pain twisted with a white-hot, secret pleasure. He started moving, shallow at first, but there was no hiding the intent. No tenderness, just relentless drive.
“Fucking tight,” he hissed, fingers digging into her hips hard enough to leave perfect, purpling fingerprints. She whimpered into the pillow, drool soaking the case. Each thrust forced the sound out of her, raw and animalistic. Every nerve fired. It hurt, God, but underneath the pain was a molten core of want. She ground back harder, chasing the sensation, greedy for it, for everything.
“Look at you,” he growled, voice tight, sweat dripping onto her spine as he hammered into her. “Begging for it. Gonna split you open like a real slut.”
When he finally withdrew, Selena lay sprawled across the sheets, her once-perfect appearance now a testament to their wanton sex, mascara streaked down flushed cheeks, lipstick smeared beyond recognition, her skin a canvas of drying fluids and rising bruises.
He made her ride him next, facing away so he could watch her ass bounce. Hands on her hips, he guided her down hard, making her take every inch.
“Grind on it like the desperate slut you are.”
Selena complied, grinding in desperate circles, seeking that perfect friction. Her climax built like a gathering storm before lightning struck, her entire body seizing as pleasure detonated through her core, her release flooding between their joined bodies.
Several minutes later, he flipped her again, this time on her side, one leg hooked over his shoulder. The grudge-fuck continued for what felt like hours. He used her mouth, her tits (fucking between them while she held them together), her pussy, and her ass in rotation. Every time he got close, he pulled out and added another load, on her stomach, across her breasts, once deep in her throat so she had to swallow every drop.
At one point he looped the rope around her wrists and secured them to the headboard, tight enough to restrain but loose enough to tease with the illusion of escape. For what seemed like hours, he brought her to the precipice again and again with calculated strokes and deliberate flicks of his tongue, pulling away each time her breathing hitched toward release, until coherent words dissolved into desperate, animal sounds.
By the end, she lay there, utterly spent, body trembling, every hole aching in the best way. Cum covered her from hair to thighs. She looked and felt like a used cum slut.
RoughHandler stood over her, breathing hard. “You got what you wanted, Mrs. Gomez. Feel better?”
Selena nodded weakly, voice hoarse. “Yes... thank you.”
He helped Selena clean up just enough to leave without drawing attention, wiping the worst of it, but leaving some dried streaks as a secret reminder. No cuddling. No sweet words. Just the raw transaction she had craved.
As she drove home in the early morning hours, coat wrapped tightly around her, Selena felt a strange mix of shame, satisfaction, and lingering arousal. Her body was sore in places she hadn’t been sore in years. Her throat felt raw. Her pussy and ass throbbed with every shift in the seat.
Benny was still asleep when she slipped into bed. She showered quickly, scrubbing away most of the evidence, but left a faint scent of sex on her skin. When he woke and pulled her close for a gentle morning kiss, she smiled sweetly, returning it with fake innocence.
Inside, though, she was already thinking about her next post on DarkCravings.
Over the following weeks, Selena’s secret life escalated. She met RoughHandler two more times, each session more intense. The second time he brought a friend, another verified dominant from the site. They double-teamed her in the same hotel room, one in her mouth while the other fucked her from behind, then switching. They covered her with load after load of cum, until she was a complete mess.
She started craving the humiliation more. During one session, RoughHandler made her call Benny on speaker while he was quietly fucking her from behind. She had to keep her voice steady, telling her husband she missed him, while a thick cock stretched her pussy and a hand covered her mouth to stifle her moans. The risk made her cum harder than ever.
Another night she wore a dress to a fancy dinner with Benny and some friends. No one knew that beneath the elegant gown, her nipples were clamped lightly and her pussy was plugged with a remote vibrator that RoughHandler controlled via app from across town. She nearly dropped her wine glass when it buzzed to life during dessert.
The guilt gnawed at her sometimes. Benny was a good man. He loved her deeply. But that very gentleness was what drove her deeper into DarkCravings. She needed the contrast, the sweet husband at home, the strangers who treated her like disposable fuck toy.
Word spread quietly in that exclusive corner of the site. Other profiles reached out. She vetted each one carefully, always meeting in neutral locations.
One particularly memorable encounter involved a dominant couple. The wife directed while the husband fucked Selena senseless on their living room floor. They made her eat the wife’s pussy while being railed, then both of them took turns using her until she was a quivering, cum-soaked mess. The wife even wrote “Property of DarkCravings” across Selena’s breasts in lipstick before sending her home.
Selena’s everyday life continued unchanged. Quiet evenings with Benny, dinners, normal routines. No one suspected the polished wife harbored this dark hunger.
But in private, she was addicted. The more she got, the more she wanted. She started pushing her own limits, trying light choking, more anal, even a brief foray into public risk.
One night, after a particularly savage session where three men from the site used her in a rented Airbnb for four straight hours, rotating through every hole, covering her face and body repeatedly until she lost count of the orgasms and loads, she lay on the bed, a complete wreck. Her hair was destroyed. Her makeup was gone. Her voice was nearly gone from screaming and gagging.
She took a new selfie in that state and sent it to RoughHandler with the caption... “Your good little cum slut is properly ruined again.”
His reply came quickly... “Good girl. Same time next week?”
Selena smiled through the exhaustion, typing back... “Yes, Sir.”
Back home, she curled up next to Benny, who pulled her close in his sleep, murmuring how much he loved her.
Selena whispered back, “I love you too,” and meant it.
But deep down, she knew she’d be logging into DarkCravings.com again soon. The sweet, safe marriage was her daylight reality.
The grudge fucks, the degradation, the relentless use, that was her secret night life.
The End
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