Strange sounds from his roommate’s bedroom. Just getting home, he puts away his stuff as he tries to guess what she’s up to. Thumping, scratching, clanking. She was a private person, and he never wanted to bother her by asking. The girl never talked much anyways, just shuffled from room to room in her baggy clothes – avoiding conversation and eye contact. The man settles into his nightly routine. Staring into their fridge, he hears a faint voice from her room.
“Help me! Are you home? I need help! Help!” Thoroughly confused, he moves to her door and knocks. “Uh… Hey? You okay in there?” A long pause. “…no. I need help.” Turning the handle, he peers into her bedroom for the first time. The man had always imagined it would be bizarre, but he’s still shocked by the scene.
A large TV facing the bed silently plays porn. The walls are covered in hentai posters, depicting women in painful, humiliating positions. A cage, a dog bowl - she doesn’t have a dog. The dresser is covered in sex toys. He steps inside cautiously, and drinks in more details. In her wardrobe hangs the two oversized hoodies she always wears and a few dozen sets of lingerie. The video playing on the TV is graphic and violent. Sticky notes of affirmation are pasted on her mirror. Cum dump. Stupid whore. Let him use you.
Standing next to the bed, his mouth agape, he looks down at his weird roommate. Her wrists are chained to the head of the bedframe. Her legs are spread wide, pulled open by more restraints. Shibari ropes cut into her body. A collar is tight around her neck. As his eyes wander down to her exposed crotch, he sees a big wand held in place by the ropes. Pressed into her clit, it buzzes faintly as the battery dies. A huge puddle of sweat and cum is under her ass.
“My key broke…” She whimpers pathetically. “…what…” He’s still trying to process everything. “I can’t get out. My key broke.” Shaking his head, he fiddles with the manacles around her wrists. The broken key is jammed into the lock. “…it’s always the quiet ones…” He mumbles to himself as he fiddles with the restraints. The girl twitches and whines as he fails to free her.
“Please, the toys… it’s too much… it’s been hours…” Her hips buck helplessly. “Right, yeah. I don’t know if I can get these undone, anyways.” She gasps as he pulls the wand away from her cunt. Underneath is a swollen, sticky mess. “The other ones, too…” His roommate turns her face away from him, humiliated by the experience. Looking closer, a thin, pink cord runs out of her pussy. Pulling gently, he removes the vibrator.
Shifting her hips to one side, he can see her ass and the plug inside. More gentle pulling. The man watches her pussy twitch. He notices two words written on the inside of her thigh. Free Use. The first ball pops out of her bum. Her whole body starts to shake as she cums. The second ball follows. That writing is really neat for such an awkward place. A third bead is pulled from her asshole. She’s still cumming. Fourth ball. Didn’t get smeared at all. The fifth and final ball is freed from her bum as a revelation dawns on him: That’s a tattoo.
The anal beads are laid next to the other toy. His roommate makes the longest eye contact with him that they’ve ever had. “There’s one more… you have to reach inside.” Still stunned by the ridiculous situation, he’s gone too far to stop now. Pressing his finger into her ass, he feels around as she moans. A second finger. He thinks he feels something rigid inside but isn’t quite sure. Five minutes pass as he fishes in her asshole.
“I can’t find it.” He finally announces. The girl watches him search. “…I meant in my pussy…” The man looks at her dumbfounded. “You could have said that earlier?” A faint sliver of a smile peeks through her flushed face. “mmm~” Is her only reply. He switches hands and fingers her slippery cunt. Touching a silicone ring, he hooks it and pulls – much less gently this time. A round, bumpy, alien vibrator stretches her pussy open as he retrieves it. The girl cums again.
He watches his overstimulated roommate writhe in pleasure in front of him. As she calms down from her orgasm, the man tries to think of solutions. “Isn’t there a second key or something? So I can at least free your legs?” The girl stares past him, watching the porn as her ragged breathing slows. “I dunno. I don’t think so…” They sit in silence for a moment.
“This is the most humiliating experience of my life.” He watches her distant expression carefully. The corners of her mouth turn up as she speaks. “Why are you smiling, then?” She can’t hide her grin anymore. “…I didn’t say it was a bad thing…” The man sees her in a new light. The first time he’s ever seen her smile, and she looks beautiful. Her collar matches her eyes. The ropes squeeze her perfect body, hidden under ratty clothes for so long. Her devastated pussy still looks like it would feel amazing on his cock.
Still kneeling between her restrained legs, he shifts uncomfortably to move his erection. They’ve given up on freeing her for now. His roommate watches the porn as he quiets his nerves. The man looks at her tattoo. Free Use. He finds his confidence. “Can I-“ She interrupts him immediately. “Don’t ask. Please don’t ask.” Hurt from rejection, he nods. “Right, sorry, I just thought…”
The girl looks back to him. “No, uh, I mean…” It’s her turn to be nervous. “Go ahead – just don’t ask me if you can. Like, just do it.” She arches her back, trying to look pretty. “Whatever you want. It’s up to you. Now or later. You don’t ever need to ask.” The chains from her clasped wrists jingle as she offers herself up. “Obviously it’s not like I can do anything about it, anyways…” She watches him as his strong hands slip his thick, hard cock out of his pants. “…not that I would stop you.”
A pained whimper escapes her smiling lips as he thrusts his cock into her. The girl’s ruined pussy trembles as he fucks her. Free Use. Those words sear into his mind as he ruts into her cunt. All hesitation and care is gone. Her overstimulated gasps only make him more excited. She’s helpless, just fuck her. She can’t do anything about it. She wouldn’t. Almost reading his mind, the girl whispers: “Don’t hold back… anything you want…”
He pounds deep into the bound girl, pulling on the ropes to fuck her harder. The man kisses her. It feels awkward, almost inappropriate. Breaking away, he spits on her face. That feels better, that feels right. The girl starts to cum again, adding another orgasm to her lost count. She still feels tight even after everything she put her hole through.
Her doe eyes stare up at him. A half-smile wavers on her spit-splattered face. Her full smile was so hot. I want to see it while I cum. Surprising himself, his open hand slaps her hard across the cheek. The man is stunned by his own actions. Her wide grin lights up the room as a bright pink patch glows on her face amid his smeared saliva. There we go. Now she looks gorgeous. He fucks her faster, dumping his cum into her broken pussy.
Afterwards, he helps her drink some water. The girl wavers in and out of sleep as he looks around her room. He looks through her collection of naughty underwear. Picking up a bright pink pair, the man examines them. Lacy, the fabric that would cover her pussy is see-through. The back is open. He pictures her bending over in them. The lace would tease her cunt. The straps across her bum would leave her ass free for his cock. “Pick out whatever you like and I’ll wear it.” She mumbles from the bed. The man looks at another pair. Thin and girly, covered in bunnies. He imagines ripping them open as she cries.
Returning to his search, he looks through the sex toys. Next to a monstrous, knotted dildo he finds a small key. “Is this it?” He asks, nonplussed. She nods sheepishly. “Yeah, I guess it is.” The lock attaching the handcuffs to the bedframe is released with a disappointed whine. Her ankles are freed. The man unties the shibari ropes from her body as she looks at the jammed restraints on her wrists.
“I don’t know what we’re going to do about those.” He comments. She stares at the broken lock. “We could just leave it for now...” His hands touch the collar on her neck, starting to undo the clasp. “Can you leave that, too?” Blushing pink, her fingers stroke his. “Sorry, I mean - it’s up to you. Whatever you want.” He keeps the collar on. “Maybe I can use some pliers to turn the key, get those handcuffs off you.” She flashes her beautiful smile. “We can figure it out later.”
Later never comes. A month after, he comes home to familiar sounds from his roommate’s bedroom; The restraints around her wrists jingling as she comes out to greet him. The girl can’t put on those baggy hoodies anymore, with her hands attached to each other. He squeezes her bare tits and turns up the vibrator in her pussy. The pink lace covering her cunt is wet. The man pushes her face against the wall and pulls her bum towards him. The thin straps of the exposed back show off her asshole.
The head of his cock presses into her, and with one smooth thrust he’s fit most of himself inside her ass. She knew he’d be home soon and had made sure she was lubed and ready. The last quarter of his cock slips inside as she pushes back into him. Drool is smeared on the wall. A firm smack on the ass and the girl starts to grind her hips, fucking herself anally on his cock. Faint clinking sounds come from her wrists and the new tag on her collar. The tag doesn’t have her name, just what he calls her.
The man can feel the powerful vibrator in her pussy as he fucks her ass. He turns it up a little bit more for his own pleasure. Gripping her hips, he takes control from the girl. Fucking her just as rough as their first time, slowing only to spank her filled bum. There’s no need to hold back. There’s no need to delay cumming, either. He’ll fuck her again when he wants. She lets out a tiny squeak when she feels his hot cum shoot into her ass.
“Suck my cock.” Their first words exchanged this evening. “Rub your cunt, too.” The girl pulls his slippery cock from her hole and drops to her knees, immediately giving him the ordered blowjob. She touches her needy clit as he turns up the vibrator to the maximum. Embarrassed by her submission, buzzing from the toy and her fingers, the slave closes her eyes. Tasting his cum on his cock, she feels it drip from her used ass. It runs down her thigh, across her free use tattoo. A deep sense of humiliation overwhelms her, and she cums.
tw: rape and incest. please don't read this if that's not what you're looking for.
this is part 2. read part 1 (x)
Not knowing what else to do with herself, Karly dutifully finished scrubbing the floor. She even cleaned up the puddle of cum that they had left on the floor. She tried hard to focus on the task at hand and not the heat between her legs. As horrifying as the situation was, Karly found herself impossibly horny and the only thing she really wanted was to be filled up by her father's fat cock. The only thing scarier than the fact that he had ruthlessly fucked her was the growing desire she felt for him to do it again. There must be something wrong with her, there was no way she truly wanted him to do that to her again.
The task finally finished, she wandered into the back of the house to find her father. Eventually, she found him in his study. She knocked lightly on the door, which had been left sightly ajar, and then entered the room. He was typing away at his computer like he usually was, completely absorbed in his work.
"Ah, I finished the floor," she told him, voice uncharacteristically shaky.
She didn't know what to do with this man who looked just like her father but behaved like a stranger. She stood on edge, wary of what he was going to do next.
"Alright, let me finish this and then we'll go."
She nodded and turned on her heel to leave but he stopped her.
"Just come here and wait while I finish working on this. I shouldn't be much longer."
Her face betrayed her confusion and she wanted to resist, to run away to the safety of her room but she did as she was told. She walked behind his desk, careful not to knock over any stacks of books or boxes of paper, and stood next to him awkwardly. He took a break from his typing to level his heavy gaze in her direction. A tsk of disapproval escaped from his lips as he pulled her into his lap. Karly released an undignified squawk of surprised as he dragged her to him.
She settled awkwardly in his lap, her ass pressed against his pelvis and her legs spread out on either side of his. He hadn't held her like this since she was a child but the abnormality of the contact didn't seem to bother her father, he kept his arm draped loosely around her waist as he continued to work. After several minutes passed with him dutifully working while she sat in his lap, she began to relax. She leaned her head back onto his shoulder, lazily casting her gaze to his computer screen. Her eyes glazed over as she looked at rows and rows of meaningless numbers recorded in an excel spreadsheet. Her mind wandered and she sat looking at nothing, thinking of nothing in particular.
She didn't seem to notice his hand drop from high on her waist to above the waist band of her shorts, and then between her legs. The first time his hand brush against her pussy, she thought it was an accident but the second time, she knew that it wasn't.
"Daddy," Karly said, trying unsuccessfully to push his hand away.
"Come on," he told her, drawing his hand away from his laptop and up under her top to grope her perky tits. Roughly, he pulled and pinched at her nipples until they stood erect. "Don't act like you don't like it."
Karly stammered trying to come up with a response. Of course, she didn't like it. It was wrong. She couldn't believe that he would imply otherwise. Ever insistent, he slid his hand under the waistband of her shorts, rubbing two fingers along the chubby lips of her pussy before he slipped them inside of her wet cunt. A loud slck slck sound could as he pumped his fingers in and out of her slick folds. Karly was torn, half mortified that such a sound came from her body and half pleased that her father's fingers were filling her pussy again. He tsked again, his voice low and his breath tickled her ear.
"Look at this, you're soaked."
Karly's gasped at the sensation. She tried to get up but she couldn't get out of his lap, his grip on her was too tight. Steadily, he pumped his fingers in and out of her, breaking every now and again to circle her little clit. She panted and whimpered, familiar warmth began to pool in her stomach. It felt too good. As he continued to grope and finger fuck her, she could feel his hard on grow against her ass. She wanted it, she realized. She wanted more. Hesitantly, she rocked her hips back and forth, grinding against his fingers and his cock.
"That's it," he told her, voice low in her ear," atta girl."
She felt herself being slowly drawn to the edge but right before she could tumble over into the pure bliss of orgasm, he stops removing his hand from her shorts. She turned her head to look at him, desiring so much for him to put his hand back where it was but afraid to say the words. He pushes her to her feet and then tugs at her shorts.
"Come on. Take these off for me."
She does as she is told, sliding the tiny shorts off of her legs, exposing her bare cunt and bottom to her father. She hears a light jingle and soft rustling, as he moves his thick cock from his trousers. This is her first time seeing it and she almost cannot believe that he got the whole thing inside of her. Seeing it scared her but her father didn't give her too much time to dwell on the feeling as he pulled her back into his lap onto his waiting cock. It slid in easier this time than before and it still hurts but now it hurts in a way that she finds almost pleasurable. She is deliciously full, completely impaled on his cock.
Her father put a hand on her hip, moving her hips with his hand to show her how he wanted her to move. She followed his guidance, grinding her cunt down on his hard cock. He thrust up into her, matching her movements until they were rutting against each other. He wraps one of his arms around her waist for leverage and with his free hand, he places his fingers between her legs rubbing her clit. Karly's pussy clenched tightly around his cock as she came, shuddering and shaking in his arms.
She had gotten her orgasm and now it was his turn. He pushed her forward so was she bent over his desk. His hands gripped tightly to her hips, he fucked her at a rough pace, thrusting deep into her womb over and over again. She scrambled for purchase, trying to grab hold of something on the desk to stabilize her but she only ended up knocking a stack of papers off of his desk.
He wrapped a hand around her neck and pulled her back to him until her shoulders met his chest and her ass pressed against him. Her body arched like a bow as he continued his brutal onslaught. The rhythm of his thrusts became frantic as he neared his orgasm. For the second time that day, he shot his load deep into her cunt. Karly sagged in his arms, as he caught his breath. He hadn't felt this kind of desire since he was a young man. He'd just cum but looking at her with her ass out, spread out over his desk had him craving yet another round.
He hadn't slept with anyone since his wife died but fucking Karly had awoken the beast in him and he was insatiable. It was becoming impossible to look at her without wanting to fuck her until she was shaking, crying, and stuffed full of his cum.
He pulled out of her with a grunt and a load of his cum followed, dripping down her legs and onto the floor. They had things to do today. He couldn't just spend the day with his fingers and his cock in his daughters tight pussy. He tucked himself into his pants and then handed Karly her shorts.
"Get yourself cleaned up, okay? We still need to go to the pharmacy."
Without a word, Karly took her shorts and wandered into her bedroom to get dressed to leave the house. She cleaned herself up and dressed, trying not to think about the fact that she'd fucked her dad again and that she had enjoyed it. She met him at the front door of their home. He stared, unabashedly at her taking in her perky tits in her tight crop top and her full legs and hips which were accentuated by her pleated skirt. It wasn't anything outside of the normal for her clothing wise but he'd never gotten to truly enjoy it until now.
"Dressed like this, you're making me think you want me fuck you again. Are you wearing underwear?"
A shocked look crossed Karly's features at his words. Suddenly self conscious, she looked down at her clothing. She guessed that the shirt was a little tight but she didn't think that she'd picked him on purpose to bait him. She almost wanted to change. His question about underwear caught her off guard and she found herself nodding in confirmation.
"Give 'em here."
There's no way that he was serious. She searched his face looking for a sign that it was joke but found none. He stood there at the door to their home with his hand out, waiting for her to give him her underwear. She caved and pulled down her cotton panties, handing them to her father who slid them into his pocket.
tw: rape and incest. please don't read this if that's not what you're looking for.
this is part 1 read part 2 (x)
Everything changed when Karly's mother died. The first things were obvious and they came very quickly. It seemed as though on minute her mother was singing in the kitchen, the whole house alive with noise and the smell of her cooking, and in the next, there painful silence. It felt impossible to adjust to her mothers absence. Karly couldn't believe that she would never again hear her mothers laugh or feel her warm hugs.
Other changes were more surprising. The groceries immediately became a problem. Her father didn't have time to go to the store or cook so Karly picked up the slack. She went grocery shopping after school and made sure that dinner was on the table before her father got home. As more time passed, she picked up new responsibilities like making her father coffee in the morning and doing the laundry. She learned that she liked cleaning and found a lot of satisfaction in a having a clean home. Her own pleasure was secondary to how much it pleased her father to see their home clean.
Karly woke up bright and early on Saturday. She had a list of things that she needed to get done before the week started to make sure that they started everything off on a good foot. The big task of the day was cleaning the floor. She dressed in her grubby clothes, a shirt that was too big and a pair of shorts that were a little too small. She'd chosen to forgo a bra and underwear in an attempt to create less laundry for herself later. Her nipples were clearly visible, poking through the threadbare material. She turned towards the mirror and eyed herself critically in the mirror. The shorts were definitely too short, too cheeky to wear out and about. They were also a bit to tight, highlighting the lips of her pussy, but they weren't uncomfortable enough to warrant trying to find another pair. All and all, it was a rather risky look but she figured it would be fine to wear around house. After all, it was just her and her dad.
She padded into the kitchen, armed with a sponge and a bucket of warm soapy water. After surveying the scene, she got to work, bent over on her hands and knees vigorously cleaning the floor. She arched her back, ass high in the air, as she reached to get a spot that she had missed. Karly quickly lost herself in the rhythm of the work. It took her a while to realize that her father had been watching her. She stopped, looking over her shoulder at him. He was looking at her in a way that she had never seen before. He looked almost hungry.
"Don't stop on my account," he told her, waving her to continue.
He was watching her clean the floor? She suddenly felt self conscious of her state of undress. It shouldn't matter, it was just her dad but she felt so exposed under his gaze. She moved slowly, all to conscious of her fathers eyes on her. Maybe she was over thinking it? Maybe he just wanted to see how she did it? These explanations did not sooth her, however, because, if it really just about the cleaning then why was he looking at her like that.
She heard footsteps as her father came up behind her but she kept her eyes on the floor, continuing to make the attempt of cleaning the floor as though nothing was up. He bent down behind her and she felt his warm hands grip on to her hips. She froze, unsure of what to do.
"Just keep going," he told her.
He pulled her to him so that her ass rested flush against his pelvis. She could feel the hard bulge of his cock as his ground his hips into hers. She gasped at the contact, one part surprise and one part pleasure? She didn't understand what was going on and feared what he might be planning but within the fear was a different feeling - a thrill ran through her body. She heard the sound of a zipper, and the soft rustle of fabric. Despite her fear and confusion, Karly tried to continue her task, rubbing the soapy sponge against the tiles. She felt his hard cock brush against her cunt and then again, as he rubbed his hard flesh against her, the thin material of her shorts the only thing separating them.
She could heard his heavy breath behind her as his continued to grind against her. Karly had never done anything like this with a boy before, not like her dad was a mere boy anyway. Her pussy felt hot the way it did when she played with herself alone in her bed late at night. She couldn't help the soft moans that escaped her lips as her father continued to have his way with her.
Finally ready to move onto the main course, he moved gusset of her shorts out of the way and positioned the head of his cock against her slick hole. She opened her mouth to say something to stop him but only managed a stutter. She needed to stop this. It was wrong. He was her father but she couldn't get any of the words out. She should have left the room when she had the chance or maybe worn different clothes but she just sat there, allowing him to touch her as he pleased.
Slowly, he pushed inch after inch of his thick cock into her tight cunt. It was too much. Karly felt like she was being ripped in half. He pulled out slightly before he thrust his hips forward, filling her completely and forcing a cry out of Karly's lips. He groaned at the sensation. It had been so long since he had been in a cunt this tight. He slowly started fucking her, building up a solid rhythm. Gradually, Karly grew used to the feeling and her noises of pain, to her own horror, turned into sounds of pleasure. She couldn't help the soft moans that escaped her lips as he plunged his thick cock into her tight channel.She'd never felt so full in her life. It was uncomfortable but a pleasurable kind of discomfort.
For leverage, he adjusted his grip on his daughters body, pushing her torso onto the cold, wet floor, and forcing her to arch her back. With one hand, he tightly gripped her hip, using it to pull her onto to his cock forcing it deeper inside of her. Karly tried to prop herself up on her arms but it was difficult with the floor being as slippery as it was. He slipped his free hand between her legs to rub at her tender clit with his fingers. It felt amazing but Karly wasn't able to do anything other than moan and whine as he fucked her brainless. Her body went taunt like a bow as her orgasm began and through the haze of pleasure, she could hear her father talking to her.
"Just like that, baby. Just like that. Cum on daddy's cock."
She screamed as she came, shaking and shuddering in his arms. The additional stimulation spurned her father into a frenzy, and he furiously pounded into her until he found himself depositing his sperm deep into her womb. Even after his orgasm, he couldn't quite find it in himself to pull out so he continued to fuck deep into her soaked pussy and tease her clit until he forced her through another shrieking orgasm.
Finally satisfied, he pulled out of her tight snatch, watching with deep pleasure as his cum leaked out of her wet hole and onto the floor. Carefully, he tucked his flaccid cock back into his trousers and stood to his feet, standing over Karly as she came back down to earth. After a moment of silence, he cleared his throat.
"Right, then - uh- you clean this up and we'll head out to the pharmacy later to get your some plan b."
Karly nodded. The shock of the entire experience had left her speechless and her father was talking about the floor like nothing had happened. He offered her no explanation or words of comfort. The only thing he offered her was a look that she still couldn't understand. Satisfied with her answer, he nodded and walked off.
this is so long, my god but i love a sexy maid moment.
tw: rape (under negotiated kink and consent with coercion)
This job had not been Brittney's first choice. She'd been working at the restaurant one night when a man far to wealthy to be eating at an establishment as shitty as the place she worked had gotten her attention and slipped her his card. He'd told her that if she was ever interested in expanding her work opportunities and entering into a lucrative new field, she should give the number a call. At the time, she'd brushed off his proposition, thinking him a creep, but she never threw out his card. Of course, she'd gotten fired a week later for tardiness and after weeks of fruitless job hunting, she had re-evaluated his offer. Maybe, it wouldn't be that bad? He was pretty posh so she didn't imagine they have her doing hard labor outside or anything.
She checked her bank account and the minuscule balance helped her steel her nerves. She didn't have enough money to pay her rent this month. The leasing agency had been lenient with her thus far but she knew that eventually their patience with her late or missing or incomplete payments would wear out and she'd be out on the street. She'd called and found out that the number was for an agency that matched attractive young women with wealthy clients who needed extra assistance performing common household tasks. She'd asked the agent for more information but hadn't been able to get more out of them then vague statements about client confidentially.
She'd agreed and gone through the strangest application process she'd ever experienced. She'd never been asked to submit her measurements to a job before. She thought that maybe they just had specific uniform standards but she never received anything. The only pro about the whole thing, other then the pay check, was that it didn't take them long to match her with a client. She was sent an address, date, and time to arrive, and was told not to be late under any circumstances unless she wanted to be terminated immediately. This seemed like a lot for a job cleaning houses but she wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth.
That's how she'd managed to find herself in the swankiest building she'd ever been in on an elevator headed to the penthouse. The doors opened to a small hallway that lead to an ornate door with a gold door knocker in the shape of a lion. She knocked once and stood there in front of the door. Just how rich were these fucking people? She heard a series of locks being released and then the door opened, revealing a older man with salt and pepper hair, and strong jaw. He was obviously in great shape for his age, and she struggled to find the right place to look at him so she wasn't just shamelessly ogling her employer. He had a stern look about him and Brittney was happy that she wasn't late. She did not want to what he looked like when he was angry.
"Oh, uh. Hello, sir. I'm-", she started speaking quickly, trying to introduce herself but he cut her off.
"I know exactly who you are Brittney. Please come inside," he turned on his heel and briskly walked into the spacious apartment, not bothering to check and see if she was following behind him.
She squeaked in surprise and followed quickly behind him. The door immediately shut behind her and she heard a series of clicks as all of the locks fell back into place. It was the nicest apartment Brittney had ever seen. Everything was clean and white with the kind of modern minimalist furniture that only rich people liked. The best thing about the apartment was the windows. It had the best view of the city, that seemed to sprawl out like an ocean beneath them.
"We have much to discuss so why don't you get changed into your uniform and then we'll talk."
"Oh, I don't have a uniform. I thought the company was going to provide something but nothing ever came," she told him apologetically.
"I'd certainly hope not. We have a uniform for you here. It's in the other room there. It's based on your measurements so provided you did not lie, it should fit just fine."
Brittney looked at him baffled. She waited for him to provide more of an explanation but he did not so she walked into room to get changed. It was guest bedroom with an attached bathroom. Laid out on the bed was what looked like a slutty maid costume which was odd. She wandered around the room, looking for her uniform. Upon finding nothing, she poked her head out of the bedroom door.
"Excuse me, sir. I don't see my uniform," she told him.
"It should be on the bed," he told her, which would mean that the skimpy maid costume was her uniform.
"Oh, I'm sorry I can't wear that."
He looked at her for a moment with an expression on his face that seemed to communicate that he thought was was very stupid.
"Tell me, Brittney. Did you happen to read the contract before you signed it?"
Her face redden. She had looked at it but not very carefully. It just looked like a normal contract to her so she'd signed it without much thought.
"I see," he replied, voice cold." In the future, I would suggest you read contacts before you sign them and certainly before you show up at a clients house for a job. If you'd read it, you'd understand that employed in this capacity I own you - all of you. If you wish not to continue, please tell me now so I can send you on your way and we can stop wasting my time."
Her eyes widened as the reality of what she'd signed up for dawned on her. She'd figured that the job was weird but she didn't realize that it was going to be this. He was giving her an opportunity to leave and she should take it but she knew that if she did she could kiss her check good-bye.
"My apologies, sir. Please forgive me. I'll get changed right away."
She ducked back into the bedroom, closing the door gently behind her. She changed out of her clothes and into the skimpy costume. She'd original thought that it was one piece but it was actually three. It also came with a matching choker, tights, and high heels, as well as a little metal thing shaped like a tear drop with a heart shaped jewel on the end but Brittney couldn't figure what that was suppose to be for.
The top was something like a triangle bikini top with a matching shrug that only covered her shoulders. The triangles of the bikini top covered her nipples, which had come to points in the cool air and were visible under the thin fabric of the top, but little else. The skirt, which had a white apron sewed onto it, was equally immodest. It hugged her hips well but barely covered her shaved pussy. She'd looked around for underwear but found none. Brittney tried to pull her tiny skirt down to cover a bit more of her ass but it was in vain. She hoped that he wasn't going to have her picking anything up because she'd be completely exposed. With the addition of the accessories and shoes, she was (barely) dressed in her uniform. She walked back into the main room of the apartment where her client was waiting for her, holding the small metal object in her hand.
"I'm dressed, sir," she told. "I'm sorry. I don't know what to do with this though."
He walked around her in a circle, looking over her body appreciatively.
"It fits you well," he told her, taking the item from her hand. "Don't worry. I'll help you. Now, I am going to tell you about this job and you are going to listen. Today is going to be unlike your other days here. Consider it an introduction to the job."
He slide the item in his pocket and with his hand free, he grabbed Brittney by the waist and pulled her towards him. She stumbled forward, landing with her hands on his broad chest. He cupped her ass with his big hands, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh. Brittney gasped, at the sensation of his hands on her. This was bad. He was her boss, he shouldn't be touching her like this and she shouldn't be enjoying it. Despite her reluctance, she said nothing, afraid of pissing him off and losing her job.
"As I previously mentioned, while you work in this capacity, I own you and I mean this very literally," he told her, as he turned her so that her ass was pressed tightly against his thick cock. He ran his hands up and down her lithe body, groping her perky tits and upper thighs.
"You are going to do what I tell you to do, when I tell you to do it, and who I tell you to do it with," he continued. With one hand, he freed her tits from the confines of her tiny top, teasing her sensitive nipples with his fingers, and the other, he sneaks between her legs to rub at her little pussy. He runs two thick fingers against her slit, coating them in her juices, and then plunging two of them inside of her. Brittney moans in response, hips bucking to take in more of his thick fingers.
"You will not talk back, and you will not make me repeat myself. Do I make myself clear?" When she doesn't respond quickly enough, he pulls his fingers out of her cunt and roughly spanks her pussy, earning a yelp of surprise from Brittney.
"Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes," she replied, but she quickly learned that this was not the response that he was looking for as he delivered another series of slaps to her pussy.
"Not quite, try again," he told her, his hand hovering over her wet cunt ready to deliver another series of slaps if she fucked up.
"Yes, sir."
"Good, girl," he tells her and she shudder's at the praise. "Now, I am a firm master but I am not unfair. It is expected that you will make mistakes but you will be guided and corrected as needed."
He slips his fingers back into her waiting cunt, scissoring them to stretch out her hole and then adding a third finger, pumping them in and out roughly. While he fucked her with his fingers, he used his thumb to rub her tender clit until her legs began to tremble. He lets her get close to the edge but denies her, over and over again. To Brittney, it feels like her pleasure stretches into eternity. She has no conception of how long they have been standing here in his living room with his devilish fingers playing with her pussy. Letting go of her tit, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out the object from before.
"This, my dear, is a butt plug and it is apart of your uniform. I expect you wear it whenever you are working in this capacity. I'm sure this seems daunting now but I'm sure you'll grow to love it."
He pulls his fingers out of her cunt and pushes the plug inside, coating it in her juices. Brittney whimpers at the sensation but offers up no resistance. Slowly, he fucks her with the plug until she's close to cumming but slips it out before she can. He carefully pushes the plug against the tight ring of her anus and watches with satisfaction as it stretches around the toy. Brittney groans as her ass is slowly stretched and filled by the unfamiliar object. With the body of the plug snugly in her ass, the only thing that can be seen is the twinkling heart shaped jewel between her ass cheeks.
"That's a good girl. I think, you've earned an orgasm."
With her ass filled by the plug, his thick fingers in her pussy and against her clit felt even more intense. She came with a scream, as her legs buckled and she sagged against her employer's broad chest. She'd never cum that hard before. She felt like she'd been shot into space.
"Now that you've cum, I think it's time that you show your appreciation, huh?" he told her, as he pushed her to her knees and pulled out his hard cock.
look at the tw, please don't read this if that's not what you're looking for because that's what this is.
Lindsey heard her mother, Carol, before she saw her. She was yelling at Lindsey before she'd even gotten to her room. It was a regular occurrence in the household. Her mother, though, had finally reached her breaking point. She stormed into her daughter's room and grabbed her by her hair, pulling her out into the living room where her step father, Frank, was calmly waiting on the couch. Trying to avoid getting her hair yanked out of her scalp, Lindsey hunched over stumbled awkwardly behind her mother.
"I won't have it any more. You will learn respect," her mother yelled at her, hands planted firmly on her hips.
She was deposited on the floor in front of her step fathers feet. Lindsey tried to stand but was pushed down to her knees.
"No, you can stay right there," her mother hold her, holding her firmly by the shoulder. "Grounding you hasn't fixed your attitude but I know something that will."
Her mother nodded at Frank and he nonchalantly got up, sauntering over to them. He stopped in front of Lindsey and fished his thick cock out of his jeans. Lindsey's eyes widened at the sight of it. She'd always found her step father attractive even if he was a massive asshole but she didn't realize that his cock was huge. She felt warmth bloom between her legs as she looked at it. Under different circumstances, she'd be dying to get a fat cock like that inside of her. He rubbed the thick mushroom head of his dick against her soft lips, smearing precum on her mouth. Lindsey tried to jerk her head back to get away but her mother stopped her, pushing her head into Frank's waiting cock.
Reluctantly, she opened her lips and Frank quickly thrust his cock into her mouth. He placed a hand on her head, holding her still as he roughly fucked her mouth. Lindsey gagged and sputtered on his cock, split leaking down her chin and on to her chest. Whenever it got to be too much and she tried to jerk her head away, her mother held the back of her head to keep her in place. The whole while Lindsey's pussy throbbed and ached, seemingly begging her to rub her clit and provide her some relief.
"That's it. Be a good girl and suck your step-daddy's dick. It's hard to be a disrespectful cunt with a mouth full of cock, huh? You don't want to behave? That's okay," her mother said, voice turning sickly sweet. "I'll just let your step father fuck you until you change your mind."
The best Lindsey could do was cast a baleful look in her mothers direction. The threat of her glare was significantly reduced by her current predicament, her teary eyes and spit soaked mouth were less than intimidating. Suddenly, Frank grabbed the back of her head, pulling her face towards him. His cock filled her throat and Lindsey writhed, trying to get away but trapped. He came with a grunt, filling her mouth with his salty cum. It felt like he came an eternity. Little pricks of color dotted Lindsey's vision as she struggled to remain upright. He released her and she jerked her head way, sputtering and coughing as she tried to catch her breath. Carol smiled at her husband.
"How was that?"
He nodded in response to Carol's question but his eyes remained on Lindsey who sat miserably on the floor.
"I don't think, I'm done with her yet," he told Carol. Somehow, her smile seemed to grow wider and she reach down to stroke his cock, jerking it until he was hard again. Assuming they were distracted, Lindsey tried to make a break for her room but they caught her before she had left the living room, working together to drag her to the couch. Frank plopped down and Carol shoved Lindsey so she fell onto his lap. After a bit of a shuffle, they pulled down her panties and sat her down on Frank's cock. Lindsey grunted as her tight pussy was suddenly filled with Frank's thick cock.
"Fuck," Frank said with a groan, thrusting lazily into Lindsey's cunt. "That's good pussy. She's nice and wet too, fucking slut."
The room was quickly filled with the "slck, slck, slck" sound of Lindsey's wet cunt as her step father fucked her. Carol bend down and watched, delighted, as her husbands cock stretched out her daughters little pussy. Lindsey tried not to moan, she didn't want to give them the satisfaction, but she couldn't help the whimpers and sighs that escaped her lips as she bounced on her step father's cock.
"Look at that, nice and creamy," Carol purred as she reached down to rub her daughters clit. Lindsey tried not to cum, her body tensed as she tried to resist the pleasurable sensations. Despite her resistance, their combined ministrations the feeling quickly overtook her. It was like being swept away in a wave pool. Her eyes widened and her mouth opened in a silent scream as her body with overcome by the force of her orgasm. Frank thrust's go frantic as he cums inside of her cunt. The pleasure made her nice and pliant, and she sagged against her step father's body. Satisfied, Carol left the two of them on the couch to get dinner started.
Frank kept Lindsey on his cock as he relaxed on the couch. One hand, he slipped up Lindsey's top so he could grope at her perky tits and play with her nipples. With the other, he toyed lazily with her clit, working her up to orgasm over and over again to keep her wet and desperate but never letting her cum.
"Maybe next time," he says, tugging particularly hard on her nipple." I'll fuck you in front of a mirror so we can both watch those tits bounce."
Eventually, he got annoyed with her whines and whimpers. He pushes her face down into the couch cushions and using her head to prop himself up, roughly fucks her cunt until he cums, depositing another load into her womb. Finally given more stimulation, Lindsey easily orgasms, shaking under him as she cums. By the time dinner was finished, she was a sticky mess, desperate to take a shower and change clothes.
Lindsey assumed that when she woke up the next day, this whole mess would be over - her mother would be satisfied that with her weird punishment and Frank would leave her alone. She was quickly proven wrong on this front when early in the morning, Frank slipped into her bed and slid his hand into her panties, rubbing her sensitive clit with his thick fingers. He got her nice and wet before he fucked her again, pulling her panties to the side and easily slipping his cock into her wet cunt. Thoughtlessly, Lindsey rubbed her clit until she came on her step daddy's dick. Like usual, he came inside, filling her cunt with his seed, but fell asleep in her bed with his dick nestled in her wet folds.
To her horror and embarrassment, Lindsey quickly found herself craving her step dad's dick. She found herself day dreaming about him walking in on her while she was showering or brushing her teeth, bending her over the nearest piece of furniture and fucking her until he filled her cunt with his cum. She never got to experience that particular fantasy but he fucked her plenty. He particularly enjoyed having her cock warm him while he watched football.
During college, Abigail had gotten into pilates. All of the girls on her hall did it together every Saturday. They all get dressed in their work out gear, line up their brightly colored yoga mats on the campus green and run through the sequences of movements together as a group. If she needed help, she could always count on one of the other girls to help her stretch or show her the proper form for a movement. It was a nice atmosphere and Abigail found herself looking forward to it every week.
Coming home for summer break, Abigail promised herself that she would keep up her pilates practice at home so she wouldn't be out of practice when the school year started back up in the fall. By herself, she sat up her yoga mat in the back yard and began to run through the movements. Downward facing dog.. breathe..stretch and then gently shift into plank...breathe..stretch. She was so busy running through the movements that she didn't notice her dad who was watching her from the back porch. She was laying down with her back on the mat and her legs open, spread out like she was doing the splits.
"What are you doing over there, babydoll?" He asked her, leering at her young nubile body from his perch on the porch. Those leggings on her where absolutely sinfully, clinging to her round ass and full hips. From his vantage point, he could just see the outline of her puffy pussy lips through the thin material of her leggings. It didn't seem like she was wearing any panties under her leggings. Truly, it was blessing that his wife and son where out leaving him alone with his daughter.
"Just pilates, daddy. Actually, can you come down here and help me stretch?"
"Sure," he told her, walking over to join her. "Just tell me what you want me to do." He'd thought about adjusting his hard on so that she wouldn't see it but decided against it. She was a big girl. She could handle knowing what her body did to her daddy. It might even help her, maybe, convince her to be more thoughtful about what she wore around me.
"Press my legs down."
He settled between her open legs, and placed his hands on her thighs pushing down on them like he was trying to drive them into the ground.
"That feels great. Thank you," she took a deep breath, and tried to relax into the stretch.
"You're real flexible now aren't you, baby?" He told her appreciatively. He was loosing focus on the goal of the activity, running his hands down her legs. He hadn't been this hard in years. She just giggled and waved him off while she adjusted her legs, bringing them together and then pulling them towards her like she was trying to kiss her knees. When she was settled, he resumed trying to help her stretch. With his hands place on the backs of her calves, he pushed her legs towards her. In their new position, Abigail could easily feel her dads hard cock pushing against her cunt. Experimentally, he rolled his hips against her, rocking his cock against her. The head of his cock brushed against her clit, forcing a reluctant gasp out of Abigail's lips.
"Daddy, this is wrong." She told him, trying to push him off of her. He grabbed her wrists, and pinned them above her head with one of his hands so she couldn't stop him. Her legs fell on either side of him as he positioned himself between her legs. She bucked again trying to get him off of her but he was too heavy. He adjusted his hold on her, one hand holding her wrists, and on tightly gripping her hip as he continued to rut into her. Her pussy gushed liquid, soaking into and darkening the crotch of her leggings.
"We're outside what if the neighbors see," she tried again, changing tactics.
"I don't care who sees now either we can do this the easy way or the hard way, either way I'm getting me some of this," he punctuated his statement by groping one of her ass cheeks. "Now take of these leggings or I'll take them off you myself."
Abigail worriedly chewed on her lip as she looked around at the surrounding houses. All someone would have to do was look out of their window to see the two of them. She was filled with fear but also the thrill of doing something risky, the anticipation that anything could happen. Hesitantly, she rolled the bottom of the leggings off of her ass, and down her legs. Carelessly, her father pulled them off of her legs and deposited them on the ground beside her. Releasing her wrists, he pushed her legs open, revealing her little pink pussy.
"That's a good girl. God, you've got a pretty pussy," he told her.
"Don't say that, you're making me feel weird," Abigail replied, covering her eyes with her hands so she wouldn't have to see. Despite her horror, she found herself peaking at him from between her fingers.
He dipped his head between her legs, caressing her folds with his tongue. He alternated between licking up and down her slit, and gently sucking on her clit. All the while, Abigail moaned and whimpered behind her fingers. "Delicious." As he licked and sucked, he worked a thick finger into a tight cunt, pumping it in and out, and then he added another. Abigail's moans increased in volume as he fucked her with his fingers. Her mind was reeling, she'd masturbated before but it never felt this good.
Eventually, the pleasure won out and she gave up on hiding behind her fingers, resting her hands on her fathers head as she grinded her cunt onto his fingers and tongue. It just felt so good. She wanted more, she wanted him deeper. It just wasn't enough.
"Fuck, baby. You got me all worked up," her father told her as he pushed himself off of her, his hands rushing to his belt so he could pull out his fat cock. She gasped at the sight of it, trying to wriggle away from him. He clambered over her and positioned the head of his dick against her tight hole.
"Wait, daddy. Don't," she begged, breathlessly. His mouth and fingers had felt amazing but surely, this was a step too far.
"No, can do buttercup," he told her. "I want this cunt now and you are not gonna stop me. God couldn't stop me from fucking this sweet pussy." In one fluid motion, he thrust his full length into her tight cunt. Abigail squealed and her eyes teared up as she was suddenly stretched and filled completely by her fathers big dick. Showing great foresight, he covered her mouth with his hand, dampening the sound of her cries.
"Shh, baby, you don't want the neighbors to see, right?" he told her, as he began to rock his cock in and out of her tight channel. As he found his rhythm, Abigail's squeals of pain became moans of pleasure. Satisfied that she wouldn't scream, he removed his hand from her mouth and pushed up her sports bra, freeing her tits from the confines of her tight top. They bounced in time with her father's thrusts.
"You feel so good, baby. Your little pussy feels so good on your daddy's fat cock."
Abigail slid her hand between her legs and rubbed her clit as her father fucked her. With the additional sensation, she quickly brought herself to orgasm, writhing on her father's cock as she came. Her cunt squeezed him like a vice, pushing her father to his own orgasm. He shot his thick load into her cunt, filling her up with his cream. He pulled out of her with a grunt, and rolled over, laying next to her with his back on the grass. He checked his watch. They wouldn't be back home for another couple of hours, that was totally enough time for another round or two.
tw: incest (brother/sister) , dubcon (she consents but doesn't really know what she's consenting too)
A quiet gasp escaped Isabelle's lips and she watched her parents from a crack in the door. Her mother was laid out on their bed and her father was hovering over her, moving vigorously. With every snap of her father's hips, a pleasurable moan or gasp escaped her mother's lips. Isabelle didn't exactly understand what she was seeing but she felt a warm feeling developing between her legs that she'd never experienced before. Hesitantly, she touched between her legs, rubbing at her panty covered mound. She thought touching it might make the feeling go away but it just made it worse.
Isabelle heard a noise behind her and quickly yanked her hand away. Anxiously looking for the source of the sound, she looked down the hall. She relaxed when she saw that it was just Michael her older brother. He shot her a confused looked and she placed a finger over her mouth, telling him to keep quiet. She wasn't sure what her parents were doing but she felt strongly that whatever it was, they wouldn't appreciate her looking.
"What are you doing?" he whispers to her. She squirms as his hot breath tickles her ear.
She just points to the gap in the door, and steps away so that he can take her place and look through.
"What are they doing?" She asked him, peering at them over his shoulder.
"Fucking," he told her bluntly. She wrinkled her nose at the word, repeating it back at him as a question.
He turned away from them and towards her. "Be quiet and I'll show you," he replied. He grabbed her by her shoulders, turned her, and pushed her forward so that her cheek rested against the wall. He stood close behind her, his chest against her back and his hard cock against her ass. He slipped one of his hands down her panties, running his fingers against her wet slit.
"Someone's excited, hm?" He asked her, voice low and rough in her ear, as he pushed a thick finger into her tight channel. "Oh, fuck. Your little pussy's so tight."
"W-wait, Michael. I don't know about this. I feel weird," she protested. He just shushed her. "Be quite. You don't want them to hear you, do you?" He added another finger and scissored his fingers, stretching out her hole. Drenched in her liquids, he pulled his fingers out of her cunt and circled her clit. Isabelle groaned and panted at the sensations. It was weird but it felt so good. She didn't ever want him to stop. Eye's closed, head back, and mouth open, his sister grinded her delicious little pussy against his fingers.
"Yeah, just like that. Good girl," he told her.
"What's happening? I dont-"
"Just let it happen. Come on, Bella. Cum on my fingers."
Cum? She didn't know what that meant but that didn't stop the feeling from overwhelming her. Isabelle had her first ever orgasm on her big brothers fingers, outside of their parents bedroom. Michael didn't give her a lot of time to bathe in the after glow of her orgasm. Quickly, he pulled his hard cock out of his sleep pants and pulled her panties to the side, positioning himself against her entrance. He locked eyes with her as he began to slowly push his fat cock into her tight channel. He watched her mouth take on a little "o" shape and her eye roll back into her skull as she was slowly split open by his cock.
"God, look at you. You look so good on my big dick."
After what felt like a short eternity, he was balls deep. He rested his head against her shoulder as he took several deep breaths, trying to collect himself.
She was so hot and tight around him, it was almost overwhelming. Isabelle whined and rocked her hips against him, trying to get him to move. Her pussy hurt, stretched at it was around his cock, but she'd had her taste of pleasure and she wanted more. Michael pulled out until only the head of his dick was in her pussy and then thrust his hips, filling her completely. Isabelle moaned loudly and Michael slapped his hand over her mouth. He could hear their mother talking in the bed room but couldn't quite make out what she was saying. They stood there quietly for a moment, just listening. There was a grumble of a reply from their father and then that was it.
Slowly, as not to make much noise, Michael thrust in and out of his sisters cunt. Isabelle, pushed at his thigh, trying to tell him to stop but he grabbed her hands and held them above her head. They'd come this far, he wasn't stopping until he came. With his free hand, he rubbed at Belle's clit and she quickly regained her previous enthusiasm.
It wasn't long until she cumming on his cock, panting and writhing while trying to stay quiet. As she came, her cunt clenched tightly around Michael's dick pushing him over the edge. He shot his load deep into her unprotected pussy. He knew she wasn't on any kind of birth control so it wasn't unreasonable to think that she might be carrying his kid soon. The thought of breeding her fertile cunt was more than enough to inspire a second round. Reluctantly, he pulled out of her tight snatch, his cum dribbled out of her cunt and down her legs.
"I'm not done with you yet," he told her as he grabbed her hand and pulled her into his bedroom.
He laid her out on his bed. Spread out on his sheets, she was ripe for the taking. He pulled off her soiled panties and threw them onto his floor. In the safety of his bedroom, he could take his time and enjoy her properly.
"This," he told her, pointing to her pussy," belongs to me now."
Your favorite class, your favorite teacher. While all the other students look out the window at the sunny skies, your eyes are trained on the front of the classroom. Your teacher’s hot body visible through the thin white shirt he wore to beat the heat. The breeze kisses your naked pussy under your skirt. Doe eyes glaze over, drifting in and out of listening to his instructions. You feel your mind fall deeper into a trance with each word and gesture.
He walks down the rows of desks, stopping to lean over yours and inspect your work. To look down your shirt. He continues to lecture the class, one hand sliding inside your open top to cup your braless breast. Thumb and finger pinch on your nipple. Waves of pleasure waft through your body from the simple handling. Even in the sticky early summer heat, you crave his touch.
Pulling up your skirt, pushing open your legs. Your wet, needy pussy is in full view of him, now. Standing behind you, he fondles your sensitive tits. He rubs your thighs, then your clit. None of the other students notice, they must be too busy daydreaming. Tilting your head up to flash your bright eyes, his lips meet yours in a French kiss.
Rolling his tongue around yours, two fingers slip into your cunt. He breaks from the kiss and spits a long strand into your open, begging mouth. You keep your lips parted, tongue out - showing him his spit, showing him your submission. He pushes your face into your desk, lifts up your hips, and uses his powerful hands to finger-fuck your bent over body.
Shirt pulled open, skirt folded overtop of your stomach. Everyone must be so jealous. He straightens up and pushes his hard cock into your tight young pussy. Your teacher’s long-winded explanation of the coursework continues, but sounds so far away. All you can hear is the wet smack of his hips driving into your bum. You keep your mouth open like a good girl, like a good slut. It’s so hard to keep his spit in your mouth, it runs down your chin. It’s so shameful how good it feels.
“Fuck me harder, sir.” You mumble. “Fuck my little pussy.” His lecture becomes more incoherent as he starts to cum inside you, his fierce fucking drowns out his speech. “Fuck me like a whore.” Your face is wet from his spit. He tries to talk as he finishes, an unintelligible mess. “What’s that, daddy?” Your cum drunk brain tries to understand, tries to obey.
“I said wake up.”
You jolt upright. Strands of your drool run from your agape mouth to the pool on your desk. Your classmates snicker as he stands in front of your desk. Thighs soaked in your pussy juice, you look up at him with a dumbfounded expression. The girl next to you laughs as she asks her friend if they heard what you said. Your teacher looks disappointed.
“Falling asleep again? You’ll have to stay after class…”
Like breaking bread, a few friends breaking in a slut together. Standing in the kitchen, facefucking a girl. Pull her hair and push her head onto the next cock. I’m hard, who needs her next? No competition, no rush. Everybody gets a turn in her throat.
Once she’s got us all worked up, we can walk her into the living room. On all fours, of course. Talk about how good her ass and pussy look, sticking up into the air like that. Which hole are you going to cum in? We don’t need to choose.
Push her face into the couch, push your cock into her pussy. Grab her hips and fuck her rough. That’s what she’s for. Don’t want to cum yet? Roll her over and spread her legs. Her cunt’s free, who’s next? My turn. Your turn. I’ll be quick. Pour a drink, laugh at her dumb moans.
Cum on her face for the first round. We’ll do sloppy seconds later. Get me hard again, you can suck dick and get fucked at the same time. I’m next. Bring her over here. Sit on my cock, whore. We bounce her up and down, back and forth. Everybody can see her, touch her, hear her, fuck her.
Pick her up, carry her on your shoulder. Spread her thighs. Anybody can smack her ass, shove some fingers in her holes. Who’s going to fuck her next? Doesn’t matter, everyone gets their turn. Put her down there. Spread your ass, slut. You guys should try this hole, it feels good. Push her bum over to your friend. Fuck, that is good. Everybody should try it. Push her to the next guy.
I’m sick of waiting. Her pussy’s free. Her pussy’s tight. Everybody gets a turn, we can take turns at the same time. She’s whining too much, somebody shove their cock in there. I cum inside. I’m done with her. Toss her aside, somebody else will use her. Go ahead, I’ll take a break. She doesn’t get a break.
She did good, didn’t use the safeword once. I’m impressed. How about another round? Why not? You can go first. She’s not going anywhere.
An evening of laughter over dinner. The young lady sits at the table with a couple, sharing wine and stories. Ever since the pair had moved back into the city, she had quickly grown very close to her friend and her new husband. From the first time she saw them together, the single girl thought they were a perfect couple. She watches them share a kiss with a pang of jealousy and another emotion her inexperienced soul can’t quite describe yet.
A week later the girl rides the train home after a terrible date. The woman had no romantic intentions and was only interested in selling health supplements. Already exhausted, she opens her dating app to see a hundred shirtless men holding fish. She closes it again with a frustrated grunt. The girl arrives at her station and starts to make her way through the crowd.
Up ahead, in the throng of people, she spots her newlywed friend. Her heart jumps, and she pushes through the mob to try and get close to her. I can’t wait to tell her about my horrible date. Maybe she’ll want to hear about it over dinner again. That unfamiliar feeling returns. Getting closer, her friend steps out of the human traffic, standing with a man she doesn’t recognize. The girl is only a few metres away, but invisible among the other passengers.
She watches her friend pull the strange man in for a kiss.
Disbelieving her own eyes, the girl freezes. Even as annoyed people bump into her, she watches, mouth agape as the married woman makes out with the stranger.
What am I seeing. I must be crazy. She wouldn’t cheat on him, they’re both perfect… for each other. I must have this person mistaken for my friend.
The kiss breaks and the woman laughs. A laugh as unique as a fingerprint. The girl sees every detail of her smile.
Oh god, it is her. Why me? What am I going to do?
She returns to her empty apartment, feeling strangely heartbroken. Her husband is an amazing man, doesn’t he deserve to know? Is it none of my business? How could she do this? The next few days are torment. Wracked with guilt from her involuntary secret, she decides to take the unenviable step of telling him about his wife’s infidelity. I have to. It would hurt him more if I didn’t tell him. And it would help her in the end. That unfamiliar feeling cracks through her fear.
Arriving at the couple’s home, the girl feels like she’s going to have a heart attack. Welcoming her in, the married man makes her a cup of tea. The girl is obviously distraught, and he tries his best to calm her down so she can talk. A word salad spills from her mouth, and she starts to cry as she explains what she saw. The man’s face falls as the girl becomes more overwrought. She finishes her story, looking at his soft, compassionate expression.
“I am so sorry that you saw that. I can see how upsetting this is to you. We were always worried that something like this would happen. I’m sorry it was you.”
The girl stops crying, disoriented by his response. She expected him to be angry, or sad, or devastated. But his only concern is for her. He doesn’t seem hurt in the slightest. The man brings her some tissues and encourages her to drink her tea. Sitting down beside her on the couch, he gently starts to explain.
“When we first started dating, we were seeing other people, too. It kind of just… never stopped. We felt comfortable with it, and we knew we wanted to be with each other… It’s changed a lot over the years. When we became official, we would give each other passes, for a date or a night of fun. Always equal. We agree on a pass, we each hook up with someone, and then we come back together. I know it’s unusual, but it works for us.”
The girl is bewildered by his explanation. He continues:
“When we got married, we knew it would change again. We both want to settle down, find a different way for us to do stuff like this without chasing random people. Actually, this pass is supposed to be the last time... Like that at least. I’m so sorry that you got so upset by what we’re doing. You’re a good friend, I know you care about both of us so much. I can see how that would terrify you.”
Her head swims, she stares at the wall. The adrenaline of her mission has worn off, replaced by confusion and embarrassment. He calls his wife and asks her to come home early, so they can explain everything together. A half hour later, she rushes through the door and envelops the young girl in a big hug. The couple holds hands while they answer her questions. The girl relaxes. Her heart warms when she sees them kiss, confirmation of their love.
Feeling as if she has intruded enough, she gets ready to leave. Excusing herself to the bathroom before she goes, the girl sits on the toilet pondering the night’s conversation.
Out of all the possible outcomes, this is the best I could have hoped for. She washes her hands. The best I could realistically hope for. The girl is confused by her own line of thinking. Anything better would be impossible. She dries her hands. What else could I wish for? The girl stares at herself in the mirror, that strange new feeling wells up inside of her, stronger than ever before.
Leaving the bathroom, she finds her friend waiting for her.
“Thank you for being so understanding… I know it’s a lot. I know you came here because you wanted what was best for us, even though it was scary. I admire that. He admires that. You’re a good friend.”
“Thanks, I’m sorry I got so far up in your business… Good luck now that you’re through the ‘giving out passes’ phase. I hope whatever you two do together brings you closer together.”
“Oh, well, we’re not quite done with the pass thing yet.” She subtly points into the living room. “He hasn’t used his pass yet.”
“Ah, well, if I see him with a girl I won’t come crying to you. Haha.”
“Haha, yeah. I mean he could use it with whoever he wanted to. That’s how it works.”
“Right, you explained that earlier.”
An awkward pause drags through the conversation.
“Do you want to stay for dinner tonight?”
“I feel like I already overstayed my welcome.”
“You haven’t. I feel like we should make it up to you.”
“Uh, maybe? I don’t know.”
“I want you to fuck my husband.”
The conversation screeches to a halt. The girl stares at her friend, dumbfounded. They start to talk over one another. You don’t think I’ve been trying to sleep with him, do you? No, I just thought you might like to try it. I wouldn’t want to cause any trouble. It’s no trouble. Wouldn’t it be weird? I don’t think so. Does he even want to? He’s brought it up before. Isn’t that weird? I brought it up first. I’m wearing ugly underwear. I could let you borrow something.
“I’m afraid it would feel like cheating.”
“I could watch, to support you. So you know it’s okay.”
The young lady’s heart almost leaps from her chest. Why did that convince me? At a loss for words, she nods her head.
Standing naked in the couple’s bedroom, she paws through her friend’s clothing. A mixture of fear and excitement whirs though her mind. Taking out a tiny pink thong, she slips it on and steps in front of the mirror. Her familiar emotions mix with the unfamiliar ones. Why does it feel so hot, wearing her lingerie?
A knock at the door, her friend enters. “You look beautiful.” The young girl blushes unexpectedly at the compliment. “My husband will love you. Are you ready?” Another emotion, another nod, more confident this time. She summons her husband.
He gives her a kind smile as he walks into the room. A loving peck on his partner’s cheek, and the man steps towards the new girl. His arms wrap around her waist and their lips touch. They surprise each other with a deep, passionate kiss. Their tongues flirt, their noses rub, their hands roam. His kisses work down her cheek, and into her neck. The girl gasps and looks over to his wife. Relief and joy as she sees her gorgeous smile. His wife’s lips move, whispering. Keep going.
Eager to please them, she reaches down to feel his cock bulge in his pants. The man groans and returns the favour, grasping her wet pussy through the skimpy thong. They touch each other, faster and faster, kissing open and free. She unzips his pants and starts to stroke his cock. He lifts up his shirt so she can see him. His body looks better than I ever imagined.
Dropping to her knees, she takes him in her mouth. The faint taste of his precum overpowers her senses. Fingering herself wildly through her friend’s tiny underwear, the girl does everything she can to make him feel good. Glancing over at his wife, she sees her rubbing her bare pussy. She’s lifted up her dress to touch her breasts, too. Her body looks better than I ever imagined.
The trio are thoroughly excited. Nobody can wait for what comes next. He lifts the girl up and tosses her onto the bed. She spreads her legs and pulls the thong to the side. The husband pushes her legs up against her chest. “Oh god, it looks so good.” The wife chimes from her spot in the corner. He rubs his hard cock against her exposed pussy. “I’ve wanted this for a long time.”
The tip, the head, half way, all the way. There’s no going back now. The married man’s cock stretches out the single girl’s pussy, and they exhale. Enjoying the warmth of his wife’s friend’s body, he starts to stroke his cock in and out of her. The girl trembles, getting used to his size. The wife gasps, rubbing her clit as fast as she can. They fuck each other, making out while the tension releases. The girl is overwhelmed by pleasure and excitement. She starts to encourage her friend.
“Your husband’s cock is so big! Ah~! It’s so good! Ah~! So big… Ah~! Your husband is fucking me so… Ah~! Good!”
“You like that, you dirty little slut?”
“Yes, I love it.”
The couple on the bed roll over. The girl takes his hands and puts them on her ass. A firm grip, and he pulls on her bumcheeks. So he can get deeper. So she can see every inch enter her. She bounces on his dick, thrilled at the thought of how little her friend’s thong is hiding. She feels her orgasm build inside of her. Quickening her pace, the girl will finish soon.
The sounds of a woman cumming fill the room. The couple look over at the wife, helplessly masturbating as she fingers herself to completion. They look back to each other, grinning. “Now it’s my turn…” The girl giggles, playing with her clit while his strong hands pull her up and down on his cock. They kiss passionately again. The girl cums on his married dick, picking up where his wife left off. Pushed over the edge by their chorus, he fills her sweet pussy.
They lie there for what could be an hour, could be a few minutes. The girl slowly climbs off of him, and walks past his wife, also basking in the glow of her orgasm. She heads down the hall, back to the bathroom, to wash up after their encounter. Looking at herself in the mirror again, her unfamiliar feelings beat in her chest. An epiphany strikes her. Like a ray of light through the clouds, she understands herself.
Stepping back into the hallway, his wife is waiting for her again.
“I really, really, enjoyed that… I hope you did, too.”
“It was almost perfect.”
The girl walks up to her. She wraps her hands around her waist. Their lips meet, they kiss. They push back into each other, letting the taste of their first embrace waft through them.
Their fingers touch. Holding hands, tugging lightly, they walk each other back to the bedroom.
I need a girl who wouldn’t mind if I came up from behind her, forced her face into a pillow, shoved my cock in her tight little holes, and fucked her for hours just because I missed her.
It's a weekday night, and you're hanging out at a friend's place like usual. He drops down on the couch next to you, and you hand him the controller. You're just friends, but there's times when you’ve been more, when you start playfully flirting and one thing leads to another until he has you on all fours in front of him, or times when you go down on him while he's playing games. That's always fun when it happens, but tonight has been pretty uneventful so far.
He makes a small jab at you getting stuck at a part, snapping you out of your daydreams, and you go back to watching him for a bit before laying down on your side to get comfier. With your head against the arm of the couch, you stare at him out of the corner of your eye, thinking about how attractive he is, all the things you wish you could do with him right now. The light from the TV flashes across his face, and every so often he looks over at you with a smile while you two talk, making your stomach twist with warmth and excitement.
While you take turns, there's a lot of small tensions that build up, whenever he gives you the controller his hand rests on your leg and his thumb slowly rubs up and down while he watches you play. He jokes about having to help you so often, telling you that you're cute and giving you a long glance before looking away, almost like he's trying to tease you. You stretch your legs out over his lap, purposefully making sure they're over his crotch and shifting them every so often to see if he gets turned on by it. The playful flirting goes on throughout the night as you talk, and there are moments when you think it could turn into more, but neither of you end up acting on it.
As it gets later, your eyelids start to feel heavy, and the blue glow of the screen gets dimmer and dimmer until you finally doze off. It takes a while for your friend to notice, until a question about what to do next goes unanswered. He pauses the game, and reaches over to see if you'll wake up, shaking your arm, and whispering out your name. No response. The thought of grabbing a blanket and covering you up crosses his mind, but not before he sees how the comfy oversized shirt you're wearing has slipped up to reveal your body. Your short shorts have been riding up your thighs, and are now pulled tightly around your curves, accentuating your ass. He reaches towards it, firmly squeezing then giving a little jiggle, being careful not to be too rough so you don't wake up.
Since you still haven't moved, he lets his fingers run down to the inside of your thigh, inching closer to your pussy, pulling your shorts to the side to give him an opening. They work their way between your legs, and start to slowly rub you over top of your panties, until a small moan slips out of your mouth, making him freeze up and wait for a minute while his fingers press firmly against you. When it's safe, and you start to softly snore again, he slides them further up towards your clit, feeling the seams of the fabric beneath his fingertips. It's hard to move them with your thighs holding onto his hand, so he just slowly rubs, up and down, tensing his fingers and applying a bit of pressure. You make a noise again so he waits, then he pulls your panties to the side and feels that you're starting to get wet. His finger circles the entrance, then pushes in, but the feeling of him forcing his way in too quickly causes you to wake up. When you realize what's happening, it's a pleasant surprise, so you decide to pretend you're still asleep, curious about what he’ll do next.
His finger probes around inside you, rubbing against your insides as you try not to make any noises that would let him know you're awake. It feels too good though, you can't help but let out a small sound every now and then, but quickly try to recover by taking long deep breaths after. He brings his finger out and slides it up your pussy, up and down between your lips, stopping at your clit before going back down again. This time he presses two fingers to your opening, before roughly shoving them both inside, making you bite your tongue and steady your breath so you don't give anything away. It's getting harder and harder not to react, and you can hear how wet you are now as his fingers start to move in and out of you.
Just as you're starting to really enjoy it, he pulls them out, then leans back to unfasten his pants and tosses them to the floor. He rubs some of your wetness onto the tip of his cock, before leaning over you and pressing it against the entrance of your now very wet cunt. Just the tip starts to slowly slide in, but he holds it there making you wait for him to push inside. A minute goes by, no movement…you want to push back against him and feel him inside you so bad, but that would mean he'd find out you've been faking it, so you wait. Not a moment later, he rams inside, making you reactively squirm back from the friction of his dry cock forcing its way in on the first thrust. Then he grabs onto your ass and starts to pound into you, telling you that he knows you've been awake the whole time. You can't even think of a way to reply right now, so you let go and start to moan louder in between your breaths instead.
It doesn't take long before he pulls out to tease you again, waiting until you open your eyes and look back so you can see him stroking his hard cock. You jolt upright and turn around, giving a little glare before bringing your head down to take him in your mouth. Your tongue runs up and down his shaft as you bob your head forwards and back, still feeling your pussy throb from being filled and wanting more. He grabs your hair and pulls it out of the way so he can see you looking up at him, telling you how pretty you are, and how much he loves the way you suck his cock. The compliments make you try even harder to please him, taking him all the way down your throat until you gag and drool starts to run down your chin.
After seeing this, his hips start to move, and his cock starts to fuck your throat, causing your eyes to water and tears to roll down your cheeks. He lets you pull back though, directing you to lean over the arm of the couch, then grabs your shorts and panties and yanks them down to your knees. His fingers knead and squeeze your ass, playing with it and spreading you open so he can see both holes ready to be used, while he’s deciding which one he wants first. His cock slides between your thighs and presses against your clit, teasing you as he asks if you want him to put it in. You beg him to please fill you up, but he just keeps pumping between your thighs instead, sliding back and forth across your cunt.
As you keep begging him, you feel his hand clap against your ass leaving a stinging feeling, then not a moment later you feel the same on the other cheek. He says that you're such a slut for him, pointing out how wet you were getting before you woke up, saying that you probably wanted him to fuck you..and that he liked it. His hand slaps against you a few more times, and he tells you how much he likes when you start to get shy too, your timid voice still begging him for more. The spanks start to turn your ass red, and the outlines of his hand raise on your skin as you brace yourself on the arm of the couch. He asks again for you to tell him what you want, and you tell him to fuck you, before he spanks you one more time and shoves his cock into your needy little cunt.
You feel him start to plunge into you with long deep thrusts, pulling back then pushing all the way in as his balls slap against your clit over and over. Your body pushes back against him, you can't get enough as he tells you how good your pussy feels squeezing around his shaft. He grabs a fistful of your hair at the nape of your neck to pull you back against him, before leaning over you and kissing and biting along your shoulder. He makes his way up your neck, brushing back your hair and biting your earlobe while he's fucking you, whispering in your ear asking if you want to cum. His breathy moans start to pick up like he's getting close too, and you beg him to let you, before he pulls out again just to deny you.
He pushes you forward and starts to spank you again, your ass still stinging from before, making these ones hurt that much more. He aims for the same spot, over and over while he makes you confess to him how much you enjoy this. How much you love when he fucks you, how much you look forward to it happening when you two are together. He keeps going until you start to whimper and squirm back and forth, rolling over on your back trying to hide your ass from him. You see the look of satisfaction on his face before he grabs your thighs and folds them back towards your shoulders, bringing his cock down and getting ready to push into you.
Since you tried to hide from more spanks, you feel the tip of his shaft pressed against your ass, giving you no time to object before he pushes all the way in, making your hips jump back until you start to ease into the feeling. He leans forward and runs his hand under your shirt, squeezing and playing with your tits, pinching your nipples as he uses your ass. It's so tight, and the feeling is so intense, but the pace keeps quickening as his breathing picks up again. His hand comes out of your shirt then moves up to your neck, wrapping around it and lightly squeezing, before his hips slow down and he pulses inside you. You feel him throb and twitch, his load filling you up in several bursts as he groans in pleasure, pulling himself against you and burying his cock deep inside.
His hands move down to run along your thighs, and his fingers start to play with your cunt, still wet and waiting to be fucked. He uses his thumb to rub in circles around your clit, gauging your reactions until he finds a good rhythm. He starts to barely move his hips again, grinding against you, just enough to let off the pressure and then make sure you're fully filled right after. You feel his cum start to leak out as he does it, dripping down your ass and onto the couch. His fingers slide down your pussy and two of them easily hook inside before he starts to roughly finger you hard and fast, then slowing down to hold them in one spot.
He leans down again and you start to make out, his fingers still pressing into you and rubbing against your g-spot, bringing you closer to the edge. His hand rocks back and forth as your tongues playfully twist around each other, you start to lose yourself in the feeling and zone out, while all of your holes are being played with. He notices how close you're getting and tells you that he wants you to cum for him now, so you reach down to desperately rub your clit, your body moving on its own as your eyes shut and your head leans back against the arm of the couch. He bites against the side of your neck, and as your moans get more intense he rubs his fingers inside you a little quicker, with a little more pressure, until you finally cum.
Your legs wrap around his body to pull him against you, his cock pressing deep into your ass as you tremble around it. His fingers bury into you further and he keeps rubbing as you climax, not letting up as you're writhing underneath him. You feel wave after wave wash over your body as your back arches up and your shoulders press down into the couch. After a while, he pulls his fingers out and has you taste, you lick and suck on them obediently, making sure they're fully cleaned off, then he pulls his cock out and you feel both of your holes still throbbing from being used. You thank him as he leans in again to softly kiss your forehead, then your cheek, and your lips, before collapsing on top of you.
His hand moves to the back of your head, cradling you in his arms as you both lay there. He reminds you again how wonderful you are, as he sweeps the hair from your face and looks down at you, before kissing you again and rolling off to the side. The blue light from the TV screen illuminates the room, as you both stare up at the ceiling and listen to each other's breathing return to normal. You feel so satisfied now, laying next to him, this is exactly what you needed tonight. His hand moves down to yours, fingers locking together, and you snuggle up to him as you close your eyes, thinking about how glad you are to have him as a friend.
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