"So soon!" You say to yourself. They have only been upstairs for five minutes or so and they are at it. But did you really expect hours of foreplay? Their foreplay had already been played out. That very first kiss that they gave each other had said it all and when they had returned home their finally act of foreplay was played out in the hallway. He was hard and ready for her and she was wet and ready for him. There was no point in wasting any more time prolonging the inevitable. They want each other and all that was left to do now was to get naked and get into bed.
With your hand still holding your erection you can hear the sounds getting louder and louder. You can hear the headboard banging against the wall now; was she gripping it tightly like she does with you when you are pounding her or was he holding onto it for leverage as he thrust into her?
Suddenly you realise that your hand is starting to move backwards and forwards to the rhythm of the bed creaking; you are masturbating to the timing of your wife getting fucked. You are masturbating yourself to each thrust of his big thick cock inside your wife's pussy. You can hear her moaning; hear him groaning and you realise that you too are moaning.
In some strange irony all three of you are coming together. Her cries are getting louder and she is shouting now. He his groaning louder and louder and as the pounding of the bedsprings reaches its zenith you find your hand pumping at its most furious. Who cums first is hard to establish but a few minutes later all that is left is silence; silence and wetness. Upstairs, the bed will be wet; underneath your wife a wet patch will be forming as their mingling juices seep from them and for you there will be a cold, wet stickiness inside your pants.
As you creep away to the bathroom to clean yourself the realisation suddenly hits you that you are a cuckold. This is the night that you were first cuckolded.
The End.
Captured
After a long day and much needed jog at the beach, he walked in to his apartment and was immediately slammed against the wall..."What the f..." he barely got out as his head was pressed hard on the chalky surface.
He then felt a hand reach around and firmly grab his cock as a female voice told him not to move.
"You'll do as I say or the sniper who has a lock on you will make sure it's the last breath you take. Nod if you understand, but don't you dare open your mouth and speak," she said in the sultriest of voices.
His heart raced, his dick hardened and pressed against his zipper and after a moment realized he forgot to nod. He had no intention of losing either head so he did so repeatedly.
"Much better," she said through clenched teeth. "Now take off those shorts...slowly and NO sudden moves."
He wasn't sure if to nod at that last command. He decided against it. What on earth was she planning on doing to him?
"Don't turn around and spread your legs... MORE. I've seen the way you jerk off at night when you think no one is watching," she hissed as she kept an arm on his back as the other hand reached for his balls. "You're going to stroke that gorgeous cock while I stick mine in that sweet little ass of yours."
Fuck, fuck, fuck. How could he get out of this one or did he want to?
His hand gripped the base of his engorged dick and as he came over the head and down again, he felt her nipples press against his back and something definitely larger than a finger pressed against his opening. Shit, he's only had a finger up that way before, and now some crazy yet oh-so-fuckin'-sexy woman was trying to enter him with a strap-on.
"Keep stroking." She noticed he was quite tight so she played with his tight hole with her fingers at first and then began to push the lubbed dildo half way in already. "Breathe, that's it. You're taking my cock quite nicely. This ass belongs to me and you should learn this now."
And as he exhaled, the rest slid in.
Filled him completely.
"DON'T move," she said as he felt her turn to reach for something. The unforgiving thing inside moving as well. Damn it felt good.
He felt a soft fabric tickle his back as she raised it to his head. She wrapped it over his eyes gently at first but with a firm tug at the end never letting him forget she was in control.
"If you can keep quiet, I won't gag you at least not at first since I want to hear that sweet mouth moan. Now move and do not let go of your cock." She grabbed his hair with one hand and her fingers from the other firmly gripped his hip as she shoved him towards the couch -- never allowing the cock in his tight ass to slip out even once... his cock continued to respond from the sensation, and at that moment almost as if knowing of his treacherous body's reaction, she reached around and rolled the bead of pre-cum over the head with her thumb. An involuntary moan slipped through his slightly parted lips as she bent him over the arm of the couch.
"That's right, let me hear how much you want your ass filled with my delicious cock." Her words rolling over his body as she pumped making his body vibrate. Her left hand stroked and glided over his cheeks, up his back, and around and fondled his nipple. She gripped and tugged harder. It sent a shock of electricity right to his groin as if connected by an invisible line. Then she released and slapped his backside with the flat of her hand. Hard.
"Ouch."
"I like your ass all rosy and hot. Now be a good little pet and I might let you have your milk," she said as she smacked him again rhythmically with each thrust.
His breathe caught in his throat... when finally released, the moans followed. Increasing in frequency and volume. Are these sounds coming from me he thought.
She rubbed the area feeling his warmth as she slid out while maintaining her hands on his body. She pulled at his elbows to straighten him up, guided him to the side, pushed down on his shoulders yet carefully sat him down on the ground with his back to the sofa and his head placed on the seat keeping his face pointed to the ceiling. He heard the sound of fabric tearing. Felt a wonderful heat and smelled her arousal before feeling the wetness of her folds on his mouth.
"You sound so beautiful, my kitty. Now open up and lap up your milk."
His tongue licked through the folds and devoured her juices. He wanted to make it last so he avoided her clit knowing full well she would explode by how engorged it was. He thrusted his tongue in her slit mimicking what his dick would do. He licked from her anus to her clit in one long stroke and then wrapped his lips around the special bundle of nerves sucking while she rode his face faster and faster.
"Oh my, hungry little kitty aren't we now?" She said this as he felt her pussy spasm over his mouth and he pressed even closer reveling in her release. "I see how much you've enjoyed your milk and now I'll help myself to that thick hard cock you have in your hand."
He then realized he had never let go, but that's probably because she never instructed him to either. She lifted from his face, which was still blindfolded, grabbed him by the arms and guided him up to the large seat opposite the couch. Each wrist tied to the arm of the chair with silk scarves.
"Now you'll sit there like a good pet while I ride your cock which also belongs to me and DO NOT even think of coming until I say so. I know I haven't given you permission to speak so you may now to acknowledge but make sure you do so by calling me your "Mistress Mercurial" -- I own you right now and unless you decide life is no longer worth living, you'll do as I say...understood?"
"Yes, Mistress Mercurial. I will do as you say, my Mistress," he said as he thanked the heavens for such a fine, strong, and delectable Mistress.
He felt her tongue flick the opening of his head licking the gathered pre-cum and then swirled her tongue all around before sliding him completely into her mouth with long sucks up and down while she grabbed his balls up to his core. "Just a taste to start me off," she said as she released him with a pop.
And with that she began to mount him, his head entering her pussy, inch by glorious inch, feeling her juices slide down until she was fully seated on his cock. She rode him soft at first as if savoring the feel of the fullness, then picked up speed until she rode him hard and fast -- the shaft
exposing as she lifted and disappearing upon the descent -- over and over. He then felt one wrist come loose from the chair's arm as the Mistress spoke.
"Grab my hair, my pet. Pull it down hard and hold it there 'til I come."
"Yes, my Mistress." With pleasure but he dare not say those words.
After another minute or maybe 10 of her grinding down on him, she commanded him to come as she came, convulsing on his cock, milking it of every last drop.
She lifted herself off his cock and from the chair, bent over and sucked him one last time making him shudder. And then kissed him. He tasted himself on her mouth. He'd never done that before and it felt very erotic. And he felt his cock begin to swell again with life...
The End.
The Guard
I work at a resort, in one of the nicest hotels on the strip. Typically day shifts on the desk, I've recently been asked if I can pull a week of nights, which run from 11pm -- 7:30am. I begrudgingly accept because it's good experience, and am assured that there will be no safety concerns as there will be a security guard patrolling the hotel at night during my shift. I show up on time, my dress professional -- a skirt sitting just above the knees of my long legs, and a white button down top fitting nicely over my breasts and stomach, showing my curves but not in an overly obvious way. The security guard shows up close to the same time -- he's younger than I had envisioned, but strong looking and handsome. I shake his hand, and notice that he holds it just moments too long before slowly letting go, and with a steady look, he tells me the frequency of the radio: channel three, so that I can contact him if I need any help with anything.
The night drones on, and at 3am I can feel myself becoming fuzzy-headed. I move my paperwork into the back office, lock the doors, and forward the phones to my desk in the back. I walk into the small staff kitchen to make coffee, and am surprised to find him sitting at the table. He looks up and smiles -- I return it, and move to the coffee machine, acutely aware that I am being watched. Part of me feels thankful for his presence, and part of me is somewhat uncomfortable. He's meant to be patrolling the area rather than in the back office area with me...a place I have just locked to prevent others from entering or exiting. I can feel his eyes burning into me, and turn my head slightly to verify it...as I turn, my hand knocks the filter off of the counter, and grounds spill all over the place. "Shit," I say under my breath, and quickly crouch down to clean up the mess. I hear his chair scrape across the floor, and quickly, he kneels down beside me, helping to scoop up the mess. "I'm such a clutz sometimes..." I mumble.
"At least you're a pretty clutz," he responds. I smile, feeling complimented, but at the same time...uncomfortable. He is staring at me so intently, that steady look in his eyes. I feel awkward, and break eye contact by standing up and turning back to the counter. I can feel him staring at me again, but this time closer; he's positioned directly behind me -- I can feel his body heat and his breath on my neck.
I move to turn and face him, but suddenly his arms come up and pin mine to my sides. My back goes rigid and I can feel his chest against me as he leans in and whispers in my ear. "You know we're all alone back here don't you?" My mind is racing as I consider my options, of which there are few. I can't very well call security, and I've locked out anyone who might be passing through the lobby. In a short violent burst, he shakes me, but his voice is calm. "Answer me," he says.
I stammer... "Yes."
"Yes what?"
Nothing...I have gone speechless. This is perceived as an act of defiance and while he wraps one arm tightly around me, the other comes to my neck -- resting just under my jaw. He turns my head to face him. "Yes, WHAT?" he repeats.
Tears well in my eyes as I watch the scenario play out in my mind.
"Yes...I know that we're alone back here."
His hand still resting on my throat...my hands tight at my sides, and the pressure of his body pinning my hips against the counter, he leans down and begins to suck and lick my neck. It's not kissing or affection -- it's more primal...more animalistic. His hands move to find my breasts, which he gropes roughly through my blouse, and I want to scream but am afraid of what he'll do to me if I do. His hands slide down to my waist. With a rough heave he lifts me, carries me to the table, and slams me down onto it face first. The knock sets my head reeling for a moment, but not so much as to pull me from the situation that is quickly unravelling in my place of work.
Legs hanging off of the table, and a hand planted firmly on my back, he begins to unceremoniously push my skirt up to my waist. My hands move to stop him but he easily collects them and holds them with one of his own in the center of the small of my back. Leaning over me, he hisses into my ear "Do you know what's going to happen now?"
In a small, choked whisper, I reply. "Yes."
Wedging a foot between my legs, he kicks my feet apart and presses against me. Through my underwear, I can feel his cock pressed hard between my cheeks, and one of his hands has begun to rub me through the thin fabric. I inhale deeply at the intrusion, which elicits a slight snigger from him. Feeling the material being pushed aside, two fingers are suddenly thrust deep into my pussy. I cry out, but the fingers continue to slide in and out of me...a third is introduced, and the speed is increased. Moments later, the guard pulls his hand from between my legs and leans over me -- pressing all of his weight down onto my back, he roughly whispers "If I didn't know any better you little slut, I'd say you were enjoying this." The hand used to violate my pussy reaches up, and he smears it across my face. It is soaking wet and I can feel my face reddening. He runs the fingers along my mouth and tells me to open up, but I refuse. His other hand quickly twists through my hair, and reefing my neck back, he repeats himself...this time in a low growl. "Open your fucking mouth."
Tears of embarrassment and shame streak down my face as I part my lips. His wet fingers push past my teeth and into the back of my mouth, causing me to cough and gag on them. I can taste my arousal and close my eyes. "Taste that you little bitch..." he hisses into my ear, "...you fucking love it."
I can hear him releasing the buckle of his belt, and the quick snap of it being pulled through the loops. The popping sound of a button followed by the sound of a zipper being lowered cause me to thrash wildly, but uselessly. I can slowly feel my strength being sapped away by my futile struggle -- he holds me fast and I hear him chuckle at my attempt to break free.
Suddenly I feel pain as he takes a fistful of my hair and pulls my head back. I can feel smooth, worn leather sliding around my neck as he fashions a makeshift choke chain for me. His elbows dig into my back as he feeds one end through the buckle and cinches it tightly. I can feel his fist pressed down on the back of my neck, maintaining a steady pressure...just enough slack for me to breath, but barely.
"Let me explain your situation to you," he begins. "I can feel how fucking wet your pussy is, and I know how turned on you are right now. I'm going to fuck you so hard that you'll want to scream...but if you do, you'll be making the biggest mistake of your life. Do you understand?"
I let out a hoarse whisper of acknowledgement.
"Good. Now beg me to fuck you."
I can feel my arousal soaking into my panties, and I hate myself for it. Barely audible, I ask him.
"Please fuck me."
"Again," he commands.
"Please fuck me."
"Louder you little slut!"
"PLEASE....fuck me," I say...as loudly as I am able in my constraint.
"That's a good bitch."
His fingers hook the waist band of my underwear, and he yanks them down hard -- leaving them stretched and cutting into my legs at mid-thigh. I feel his cock pressed up to the opening of my pussy. He slides it between my legs and gets it wet before roughly shoving it deep inside me. I gasp uncontrollably, and begin to cry out but feel the belt tighten and a hand come down hard on my left ass cheek. "I'm warning you little bitch...not a fucking sound."
With one hand on my hip and the other still clenched close to
my neck, he drives his cock into me relentlessly...the same hard, fast, pace...and every time he pushes his whole length inside, it is everything I can do to keep from screaming out. With every thrust I can feel my arousal heightening, and my fingers curl around the lip of the table to steady myself as I feel myself getting off. He feels me climaxing, my cum dripping down the shaft of his dick and onto the crotch of my stretched panties. He fucks me harder and harder and within minutes I can feel his legs stiffen. His breathing intensifies, and grunting, he fills my pussy with sticky, warm ejaculate.
He pulls his cock out and I can feel the pressure release, and then vanish from my neck. He does up his pants and I can hear him re-threading and buckling his belt. I slowly push myself away from the table and hesitantly turn to look at him.
"Remember, channel three if you need anything at all sweetheart," he says with a grin, patting his radio as he leaves the room.
The End.
A Wild Life
Bobbie maneuvered carefully down the dirt road that was rapidly disappearing under the heavy snow fall. Old Ned Hoover had said he saw someone prowling around the bluffs at the back of her property. Sneaking back here at the beginning of what was forecast to be the worst snow storm of the year was not necessarily smart, but she was well prepared for weather and trouble.
Betsy her nearly antique but well maintained Jeep could climb through anything short of an ice age, was kept stocked with enough emergency supplies to handle a natural disaster and the weight of her .44 rode comfortably on her belt.
She wound her way through two switch backs and a hairpin on the old access road in disgust. It was probably the local teens deciding her back 40 was the best place for this years pot crop, and with the new state laws that meant they could seize any property used for drug production everyone had to keep close tabs on their property for fear of losing it.
She hadn't spent an entire career flying all over the world taking wildlife photos to loose her retirement dream to kids growing pot. It wasn't growing season yet, but last year they had started hauling in and hiding supplies on Mary Fords place in the middle of January.
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