Hospital Debauchery

Elias's voice droned on, slicing through the heavy air, each word a wound ripped open as he sank deeper into his confession. "It wasn't just the Velvet Circle," he said, his voice cracking, raw with shame, his hands trembling, nails digging into his palms.

"It was Devon. He didn't just ruin me at the hospital, didn't just tear down everything I'd built. He went after my family my mother, Agnes, in her sixties, for God's sake, and my daughter, Clara, who was engaged. I got a call one night, some anonymous voice, cold and mocking, telling me to turn on the TV. I did, and there they were… a fucking threesome on a grainy livestream, Devon with them, their bodies tangled, writhing, their moans filling the screen like a sick symphony."

His voice broke, a choked sob escaping, his face contorting with anguish as he relived the image, his mother's hair splayed across a bed, her aged but still elegant frame arching under Devon's touch, his daughter's youthful body trembling, her gasps and cries mingling with Agnes's, Devon's hands and mouth claiming them both, a cruel spectacle designed to break him.

"I couldn't look away, couldn't fucking believe it. My own family, defiled by that bastard, and he made sure I saw every second, every thrust, every moan, like he was branding it into my soul." His words were a whisper now, his body shaking, his eyes still closed, immersed in the memory, oblivious to the wet, slurping sounds filling the room, sounds he barely registered, dismissing them as impossible in the house of God, his mind too consumed by torment to suspect the brazen, blasphemy unfolding behind him.

Theresa's lips worked Devon's cock with a desperate, almost divine reverence, her mouth stretched wide around his massive girth, her tongue swirling around the swollen, glistening head, lapping at the thick, salty pre-cum that dripped from him, the musky, intoxicating scent of his arousal flooding her senses, driving her to a fevered edge.

She moaned, the sound muffled, vibrating against his shaft, sending shivers through him as she sucked him deeper, her lips sliding down his length, her throat gagging slightly as he hit the back, her eyes watering but blazing with a raw, insatiable lust.

Her hands cupped his heavy, warm balls, kneading them with a majestic, worshipful touch, her fingers rolling them gently, caressing every sensitive inch, her tongue darting down to lave them, sucking one into her mouth with a wet, greedy slurp, then the other, her lips enveloping them, her tongue tracing their contours, teasing the delicate skin with slow, deliberate licks, each movement a hymn of devotion. The slick, obscene sounds of her sucking, slurping, popping, wet and relentless filled the office, a counterpoint to Elias's anguished confession, the air thick with the scent of sex, her pussy throbbing, her clit pulsing with a desperate need, her thighs clenching as she worshipped Devon's balls, her moans growing louder, more frantic, her body trembling with a forbidden, all-consuming hunger.

"Fuck, you're very good at this," Devon growled, his voice low and thick with lust, his eyes locked on hers, his smirk widening as she worked him, her lips and tongue a symphony of depravity, her hands stroking his shaft, slick with spit and pre-cum, her fingers gliding over the veined length, pumping him with a frantic, reckless hunger, her thumb circling the head, spreading his pre-cum, the wet sound of her hand on his cock mingling with the slurping of her mouth.

She pulled back for a moment, her lips glistening, a string of spit and pre-cum connecting her to his cock, her breath ragged, her face flushed, her eyes hazy with lust as she dove back in, sucking his balls with renewed fervor, her tongue swirling, her lips kissing and nipping, her hands stroking his cock faster, harder, her pussy dripping, her clit throbbing, her body a live wire of desire, lost in the act, the taboo thrill of betraying her husband just feet away driving her to the edge.

Devon's patience snapped, his cock throbbing with a primal need to claim her fully, to bury himself in her and ruin her in ways she'd never forget. He pulled her off his cock with a rough tug, a string of spit and pre-cum dangling from her swollen lips, her breath ragged, her face flushed, her eyes burning with a lust so raw it was almost feral.

"Up," he growled, his voice a low, commanding rumble, his hands grabbing her arms, pulling her to her feet with a possessive force that made her gasp, her body trembling with anticipation.

He spun her around, bending her over the desk with a deliberate, almost ceremonial slowness, her face inches from Elias, who was still talking, his eyes closed, his voice a steady hum of pain, oblivious to the scene still unfolding before him.

Theresa's hands gripped the edge of the desk, her nails digging into the wood, her dress riding up her thighs, revealing the tops of her black stockings, her panties soaked and clinging to her swollen, glistening pussy, her breath hitching as Devon's hands roamed her body, his touch tender, almost romantic, as if he were her lover.

He slid her dress up higher, his fingers brushing her skin with a lover's care, peeling her panties down her thighs, the wet fabric catching on her stockings before pooling at her ankles, her pussy exposed, dripping with arousal, her clit pulsing with need, her ass quivering in the cool air of the office.

Devon's hand slid between her thighs, his fingers brushing her pussy, stroking her slick, swollen folds, circling her clit with a slow, deliberate touch that made her bite her lip, stifling a moan, her eyes locked on Elias, her husband, just feet away, his face contorted in pain, his voice trembling as he spoke. The sight of him, so broken, so oblivious, sent a dark, forbidden thrill coursing through her, her pussy clenching, her juices dripping onto the desk, pooling beneath her.

Devon's fingers teased her, parting her folds, dipping into her wetness, his touch tender but commanding, his smirk audible in his breath as he coated his fingers in her arousal, bringing them to his lips, tasting her with a low, approving groan.

"So fucking sweet," he murmured, his voice a dark caress, his eyes burning into hers as he positioned himself behind her, his cock thick and throbbing, the head brushing her pussy lips, teasing her entrance, her juices coating him, making him slick and ready. "You want this, don't you, Theresa?" he whispered, his voice low, his lips brushing her ear, his hand stroking her hip, his cock pressing against her, slow and deliberate, the anticipation making her tremble, her pussy aching, her body begging for him.

"Yes… please," she whispered, her voice barely audible, her eyes still on Elias, her heart pounding, her body surrendering to the lust that consumed her, the guilt and thrill twisting together into something intoxicating.

Devon pushed into her, slow and steady, his massive cock stretching her tight pussy, filling her inch by agonizing inch, the sensation so intense she gasped, her hands gripping the desk, her knuckles white, her body trembling as he claimed her, his cock reaching depths she didn't know existed, sparking pleasure zones that set her nerves ablaze, each thrust a revelation, a divine invasion.

He moved with a deliberate, unhurried rhythm, his hips rocking against her ass, his cock sliding in and out, each thrust deep and measured, savoring every inch of her, stretching her, making her feel every vein, every pulse of his girth. Theresa bit her lip harder, stifling her moans, her pussy clenching around him, her clit throbbing, her juices gushing, dripping down her thighs, pooling on the desk, the wet, rhythmic slap of his hips against her ass filling the room, a symphony that drowned out Elias's voice, though he remained oblivious, lost in his confession.

Elias's voice deepened, his confession reaching its darkest point, his eyes still closed, his hands trembling as he gripped his knees. "And then… then Devon fucked my wife, Theresa, right in our own home," he said, his voice breaking, a sob catching in his throat.

"It was during the whole crisis, everything collapsing around me. I walked in, and there they were, on our matrimonial bed, her moans echoing, his hands all over her, like she was his. I trusted her, you know? She's a mother, a good woman, my anchor. It had to be force, some kind of manipulation, because there's no way she'd do that willingly. No fucking way." His voice cracked, his faith in Theresa a fragile shield against the truth, his mind refusing to see her as anything but a victim, even as she betrayed him again, right in front of him, her pussy stretched around Devon's cock, her body trembling with pleasure.

Theresa's moans grew harder to contain, her body shaking, her pussy pulsing around Devon's cock as he fucked her, slow and deep, his thrusts deliberate, each one hitting her G-spot with surgical precision, sending waves of pleasure crashing through her, her clit throbbing, her juices gushing, soaking her thighs, the desk, the floor.

She couldn't hold back anymore, a soft, desperate moan escaping her lips, her eyes locked on Elias, the lust in her expression raw, unapologetic, a twisted mirror to his pain, her body surrendering to the ecstasy Devon wrought. His cock was a god in its own right, reaching places inside her she didn't know existed, each thrust a divine revelation, a pleasure so intense it felt like she was ascending, her body a vessel for a profane, heavenly bliss, her pussy clenching, her clit pulsing, her moans leaking out despite her efforts to stifle them.

Devon's hand slid up her back, tender and possessive, his fingers tracing her spine, his cock driving deeper, his pace steady but relentless, his balls slapping against her, the wet, rhythmic sound a testament to his control, her surrender.

"Fuck, Theresa," he growled, his voice low, dripping with lust, his hand gripping her hip, his thrusts slow but powerful, each one pushing her closer to the edge, her body trembling, her pussy gushing, her clit a throbbing knot of need.

Devon leaned forward, his chest pressing against her back, his lips brushing her ear, his breath hot and teasing. "You love this, don't you? Getting fucked right in front of him, knowing he's clueless," he whispered, his voice a dark, seductive taunt, his cock driving deeper, his thrusts slow but relentless, each one sending shockwaves of pleasure through her, her pussy clenching, her juices dripping, her body trembling with the intensity of it all.

She moaned louder now, unable to contain it, her eyes still on Elias, the sight of his brokenness fueling her arousal, the taboo thrill of betraying him in this sacred space, in front of his pain, pushing her to the brink. Her pussy pulsed, her clit throbbing, her body shaking as Devon fucked her, his cock a relentless force, stretching her, filling her, claiming her in ways she'd never known, each thrust a masterpiece of pleasure, her moans growing louder, more desperate, filling the room with their raw, pornographic intensity.

In a moment of reckless, twisted abandon, Theresa reached out, her hand trembling, her fingers slick with her own arousal as she grasped Elias's hand, intertwining her fingers with his, holding him tightly as Devon continued to ram his cock deep inside her pussy, the sensation overwhelming, her body shaking, her moans stifled but leaking out, soft and desperate, her eyes locked on her husband, her heart pounding with a heady mix of guilt, lust, and power.

The intimacy was profane, electrifying, her pussy clenching around Devon's cock, her clit pulsing, her juices gushing as he fucked her, slow and steady, right in front of her husband, her hand gripping Elias's, a twisted lifeline as she surrendered to the pleasure.