Her clit throbbed, swelling. She knew she was wet. “Yes, Sir.”
* * * *
Keith wasn’t sure what to do now. He thought for sure she’d say whoa, back the truck up, and stop him.
But she hadn’t. Not only had she agreed, but when he’d pushed the envelope, she’d spurred him on, eagerly agreeing to his darkest fantasies as if he’d just suggested they take a trip to Disney.
One more push. “You’re agreeing to be my slave?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“You saw what I did to Scott. You want to be my slave, you’re getting your nipples pierced. You need to take what I give you, when I give it to you, how I give it to you. That means if I put a load of my cum in your ass at lunchtime, it stays there all day until you get home.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Dayamn.
Now his cock was really throbbing. Would he fuck with her at work? No, of course not.
Well, maybe not.
For right now, he wanted to try out her oral talents.
With his hand still over hers, he made her unfasten the button of his shorts and unzip them, exposing his cock.
Her gasp of surprise didn’t hurt his ego any, either.
“Yeah, baby. I’m bigger than him. Not by a lot, but by enough. You’ll feel it. Open.”
Her lips parted, and keeping his hand over hers around the base of his cock, and his other in her hair, he slowly started fucking her mouth.
Holy…fuck.
Okay, yeah, she was better than Scott. That much he could tell right off the bat. She was a natural cocksucker, using her tongue and never losing eye contact with him while she took every inch he fed into her mouth.
He let go of her hand around his cock for a moment and shoved his shorts down, stepping out of them so he could spread his legs wider.
“Play with my balls, baby,” he hoarsely ordered, circling the base of his cock with his hand again.
She did, her soft, warm fingers exploring, testing, gently squeezing even as he eased more of his cock into her mouth.
“Can you deep throat?”
He took her muffled response as an affirmative and slowly pushed in, until her nose was pressed against him, holding it there for a few glorious seconds until easing back again.
“Damn,” he whispered, impressed. He let go of his cock and now held her head cradled in both his hands as he continued slowly fucking her mouth. “You are fucking good, baby. Better than Scott. No offense to him, but even he admitted it.”
That seemed to spur her on even more as she eagerly, hungrily went after his cock.
He knew at this rate it wouldn’t take long for him to bust a nut. “Good girls always swallow,” he said as he felt his climax growing closer. “You’re going to swallow every damn drop I give you, understand?”
Another muffled affirmative, and he picked up the pace, thrusting over her tongue, between her lips, closing his eyes and trying to picture Scott’s face as he did this and unable to.
Instead, he enjoyed it, going deep and holding her face pressed against his body as he let out a satisfied grunt, his juices shooting down her throat, the feel of her throat working as she swallowed over and over again.
He realized as he stood there that he’d just been blown by his lover’s wife, the first woman he’d been with in decades.
And he’d liked it.
Really liked it.
Chapter Sixteen
Satisfaction filled Noel. No, this wasn’t a competition, but she wanted to crow, to say ha, take that!
She kept swallowing Keith’s cum as it pumped down her throat, barely aware that she’d crossed a line.
Hell, she didn’t care she’d crossed it. It wasn’t cheating if her husband said it was okay. And Scott was already sleeping with him. So why not her? She could have a chance to engage in her own fantasies that she’d had about the man.
When Keith finally eased his softening cock from her mouth, he let go of her head with one hand, again holding onto the base of his cock with the other.
“Keep licking and sucking it, baby,” he hoarsely said. “Get every last drop. None of it gets wasted.”
She did. He tasted different than Scott, but not in a bad way. Similar, but different enough she knew she’d be able to tell the difference.
Only then did the full ramifications of what he’d said really start to sink in. What she’d agreed to.
Frankly, it made her even hornier.
He pulled her up and off the couch, one hand still in her hair, and led her to the master bedroom. She’d made a point of not going in there once Keith had moved in, and it was strange to see it now.
He led her over to the end of the bed and bent her over it. “Hands on the bed,” he said. “And don’t move.”
She did, the hand disappearing from her hair. She didn’t know if it was just that the alcohol had worn off, or she was so fricking horny now she couldn’t see straight, but her senses felt sharp, alive, her clit on fire.
She heard him open a dresser drawer and rummage around, then the sound of him going into the bathroom. He returned a moment later and she realized he was now completely naked. He reached around her and unfastened her shorts, pushing them and her panties down her hips.
He tapped her right leg for her to raise it, then her left, as he stripped the clothes off her. Her shirt and bra next, him not saying anything as he tapped first one arm, then the other, as he peeled them off, too.
Her nipples pebbled in the cool air and she knew if he reached between her legs, he’d find her pussy soaking wet.
He pressed his body against hers. “You have any dildos in your bedroom? Any vibrators?”
“Yes, Sir. Bedside table.”
“Good. Stay here. Do not move.” He delivered a light bare-handed swat to her ass for punctuation and she didn’t look over her shoulder as she heard him open the door and leave the room.
He returned a moment later, and she realized he had brought all three from her drawer.
He spread out a towel on the bed under her, then pushed her down onto it, her legs hanging off the edge of the bed.
“Hands stay flat on the bed,” he ordered.
She felt him buckling leather cuffs around her wrists, then he buckled a collar around her neck, and cuffs around her ankles, too. A moment later, she felt him nudge her legs wider apart, wider still, then realized he was tying the ankle cuffs to the bed legs. One final tug on each rope, and she was spread and vulnerable to him.
He leaned over her again, body pressed against hers. “Last chance to say no,” he said. “Tell me red, this stops. Otherwise, you’re along for the ride.”
She took a deep breath. “Green, Sir. Don’t stop.”
Then he whispered two words into her left ear that nearly made her come right then.
“Good girl.”
He stepped away again for a minute. Then he returned, straddling her body on the bed, but facing her ass. He raked his nails up the backs of her thighs, over her ass, down again. Harder, harder still, making her shiver and tremble in anticipation and lust.
Then the smack, both hands at the same time on her ass cheeks. He settled his weight on her as he started spanking her, hard, fast, making her cry out and squirm and understanding now why he was sitting on her.
But she wouldn’t safeword. No way in hell. If Scott could take it, she’d show Keith she could take even more and keep taking it, longer, better, harder.
No matter what.
After a few minutes, he switched to something else—she suspected a riding crop—and started on her again. Lightly at first, soon moving up into hard strokes she knew would leave welts and marks all over her ass, if what she’d done to Scott in the past with a similar implement was any indication.
Finally, Keith stopped. He sat up and swung off of her, stepping behind her, his fingers exploring between her legs.
“Oh, look at that. I don’t even need to hunt for that clit, do I?” His fingers rolled it, squeezing it until she
“Look how wet you are, baby. Such a good girl, getting wet from a spanking. Did you know Scott gets a fucking hard-on if he sees me get a cane out of the closet? Practically begs me for a beating. Because I always fuck him after. You want me to train you to get wet from a spanking?”
“Yes, Sir.” Her nipples rubbed against the towel under her, making it even more torturous in the good way.
He slid one, then two fingers inside her pussy, slowly fucking her with them before working a third in and making her moan. “You’re going to need better dildos than those, baby,” he said. “Those aren’t as big as I am. We need to get you a bigger one.”
His fingers disappeared from her pussy but he lightly smacked her pussy with his hand, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to make her jump.
“I’m a sadist, and I’m not going to deny it.” He started fucking her with three fingers again, pulling a moan out of her. “You think you can keep up with me, baby?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Let’s see how you feel after the next two days together.” He pulled his hand from her pussy, reaching around to her head and pressing his fingers against her lips. She opened, sucking his fingers clean and wishing like hell Scott had taken control of her like this from the very beginning of their marriage.
This was no longer about her versus Keith. She’d left that in the dust.
This was about her putting her foot down and ending her cycle of reacting and bouncing around. This was her taking charge.
So to speak.
“Push up on your arms,” he ordered.
She did, closing her eyes as his hands cupped her breasts, rough fingers zeroing in on her nipples, pulling, rolling, teasing, making her moan even louder.
“Yeah, you like that now.” His hands disappeared, then returned as sharp, biting pain hit her nipples, making her cry out.
“Those are just nipple clamps,” he whispered in her ear as the pain quickly settled into a dull, throbbing tug on her nipples. “Just imagine what it’s going to feel like getting them pierced, nice rings in them like Scott has.”
He gently tugged on what she realized was a chain connecting the two nipple clamps together, making her cry out again even as her clit screamed for relief.
“Yeah, keep making those noises,” he said. “It just hardens my cock. Now I suggest you get comfy and figure out how to prop yourself up on your elbows or that’ll get painful fast.”
She readjusted herself, made difficult by her legs being tied so far apart, but finally wedged her elbows under her so her nipples and the clamps weren’t dragging along the bed. But now the nipple clamps and chain were swinging, tugging on her nipples and adding to her pleasant misery.
He stepped behind her again and after a moment, she felt a gloved, lubed finger begin probing her virgin ass. No, Scott hadn’t done any ass play on her. It hadn’t been something she’d been interested in, although had Scott really wanted to, she would have let him.
She heard one of the vibrators click to life and start humming. A moment later, Keith was sliding it into her pussy, making her moan.
“That’s it. Don’t come yet. You come before I tell you to, you’ll get spanked even harder than I just did. I’ll use a cane on your ass. No more masturbating for you, either. You want to come without me making you come, you ask me for permission first. No more fucking Scott whenever you want, either. I control all of that now, and you come to me first. Got it?”
“Yes…Sir…” Thinking, much less talking, was difficult.
“Good girl.”
Fuck. Those two damn words. The tone he said them in.
For a gay man, he sure had drilled right through to some secret center of her brain.
He slowly worked one lubed finger into her ass even as he slowly fucked her pussy with the vibrator. Her head dropped, her body beyond her control as she tried to rock her hips against his hands and urge him faster, urge him to get her off.
“I said I’m driving,” he told her. “When you come, it’s going to be with my cock deep in your ass. Bareback. The first load of cum that christens you there will be mine. In fact, I might not ever let Scott fuck your ass.”
He pressed the vibrator deep inside her pussy, holding it there for a moment before slowly withdrawing it again, and as he did she realized he had his finger all the way inside her ass and was now slowly fucking her with it.
“I might just tell him this ass belongs to me,” Keith said. She felt his cock brush against her thigh, once again hard, ready. “I might tell him he gets no ownership over it. Maybe I’ll tie him up and make you straddle him, let him suck your pussy while you suck his cock and I fuck your ass.”
She moaned again, the image so fucking hot, sexually charged, it was all she could do to hold back and follow his orders not to come.
“Oh, so you like that idea, huh?” he asked, now a second lubed finger pressing for entrance. “Hmm. Maybe my goal should be to turn you into my little ass slave. Get you craving being fucked like that.” He slid the vibrator deep again, pulling yet another moan out of her as the pinching burn of two fingers filling her ass tempered the pleasure.
Her moans turned into whines a few minutes later as he started working a third finger into her ass, stretching her.
“You can take it,” he said. “Don’t worry. I’ll take my time. I want you enjoying it when it’s my cock sliding inside you.”
He worked the vibrator inside her pussy, withdrawing it, teasing her clit with it before sliding it inside her again. “I’m going to have to get you a couple of butt plugs, though,” he said. “Make sure you stay nice and ready for me.”
She whimpered as he leaned in and bit her, hard, on the right ass cheek. “Scott’s got one in right now,” he told her. “I told him he’d better be ready for me to bend him over and fuck him as soon as he gets home. So he’s sitting in his chair at work right now, his cock probably hard, that butt plug digging in and reminding him who owns that ass of his. Maybe that’s what I need to do with you, too. Send you to work so as you’re sitting there, you remember who owns you now.”
Squirming, she both wanted to hold back her orgasm and yet was almost willing to risk the beating if she didn’t. This was…
Fuck, this was the hottest thing…ever. She’d been more than satisfied with Scott as a lover over the years. He’d rarely failed to satisfy her, one way or another, in bed.
But…
Never had he ever taken control of her like this. Ever.
And maybe that’s the one thing that had really been missing all along.
Time seemed to expand, contract as she writhed on the end of the bed, unable to move, pleasure and pain mixing and merging, her warm, freshly beaten ass only intensifying the pleasure from the vibrator and Keith’s fingers in her ass.
Finally, he pulled both the vibrator and his hand away, making her gasp.
“Don’t worry. Time for the next part.” She heard him turn off the vibrator and he stepped away for a minute. When he returned, he laid something down on the bed.
“Here’s what’s going to happen,” he said. “I’m going to slide my cock up this beautiful virgin ass of yours. I’m also going to fill your pussy with this other dildo here. And I have a special little surprise that Scott really likes. Let’s see if you enjoy it as much as he does.”
She felt him press the knob of his cock against her rim. She let out a gasp as he started stretching her, slowly thrusting forward.
“That’s it,” he said. “Make noises for me. Whine, plead, beg. Unless you call red, I’m not stopping. It makes my cock harder to hear you make noises.”
She fisted the covers, trying to relax, but his cock felt even larger than the three fingers had. He pressed forward, retreated, and pressed forward again, gaining ground each time until she finally felt his thighs rubbing against her sore ass.
“There, see? Such a good girl, you took it like a champ. It took Scott a lot longer to work up to taking my cock that easily.”
Then she felt him press the other dildo, the non-vibrating one, against the entrance to her pussy, rubbing it back and forth in her juices before starting to work it inside her.
With his other hand, he started playing with her clit, pinching and rolling it between his fingers, but not enough to get her off.
“I think we’ll have to spend some nights triple-stuffing you, too,” Keith said. “Maybe my cock in your ass, a nice, fat toy in your pussy, and Scott’s cock in your mouth. Would you like that?”
“Yes…Sir…”
“Of course you would.”
Now she was actively trying to rock her hips against his hand, urging him to work the dildo deeper inside her pussy.
He let go of her clit and slapped her ass, hard. “Stop it,” he said. “Hold still. I told you, I’m driving. You don’t stop it, I’ll hogtie you on your back and do this to you and not let you come at all.”
The thought of being helpless like that nearly made her come right there, but she fell still.
“Good girl,” he said, his hand returning to her clit. “We’ll get this worked up inside you and then the fun can begin. Been a long time since I’ve been with a woman, but one thing I do remember is that women can come a bunch of times.”
He stretched his body out over hers, pressing her down toward the mattress, his mouth next to her ear.
“There’s nothing I love feeling more than someone having an orgasm with my cock buried in their ass. I could stay hard for hours feeling that sensation. But guys, they’re good for one, sometimes two, if they’re lucky, at a time. So be prepared to spend a lot of the next two days just like this, my cock in your ass, and you coming all over it.”
He sat up and worked the dildo the rest of the way inside her, holding it in place with one hand. Then he grabbed the other object and she turned her head enough to get a glimpse of it as he picked it up.
It was an electric vibrator.
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