Filled!

by Lexi Hots

  “Oh, Daddy. Please.” She whimpered. ‘Let me go, I’ll be a good girl, I promise.”

  “Too late for that, little minx.” Carson cracked the switch again with glee. “It’s time for you to know what’s what around here.”

  Delilah stiffened as she felt his coarse hands caress her naked buttock, tracing the fading welts from the night before. His hard fingers seemed to soothe her; she relaxed and enjoyed the sensation of his probing touch. Bent over like this he had complete access to her pussy and poop-hole. She felt her nipples begin to harden with anticipation as her breasts squashed against the soft cool leather of the chair.

  “Say my name.” Carson growled and brought the switch across her buttocks, albeit gently.

  The oiled thongs of leather stung her, but ever so slightly. He hadn’t even used a quarter of his strength as he had while spanking her with his hands. He struck her again, on her bare thighs; the pain was slight and strangely pleasurable. She began to feel a clench in her belly.

  “Oh, Daddy.” She squealed. “I’m such a bad girl. Whip me.”

  “Again.” He snarled, striking her with a little more force.

  “Yes, oh yes!” She almost sobbed, with more pleasure than pain.

  Carson grinned at her writhing body, naked and trussed up at his mercy. He looked down at his crotch to find a bulge there the like he hadn’t felt in a long, long time. It was almost painful, straining against the tough material of his trousers. He unbuckled his belt and let it drop to the floor. His rawhide leggings went next, followed by his shirt.

  He stood as naked as she, and admired her form. His hand absently stroking his raging erection, Carson walked over to the front of the chair and undid her wrist binds. She looked up at him and gasped. The sight of his arousal filled her mind.

  “Oh Jeb,” She whispered. “Oh, my…”

  “Let’s see how many minutes you last on this.” Carson clenched his teeth and twitched his erect cock for emphasis.

  “Oh, God! Jeb… that’s almost like a horse… you’re going to really punish me with that.”

  “You’ve been a bad girl, Miss Harris.” Carson lifted her up off the back of chair. “It’s time you learnt to be the pleasant little wife that I paid good money for.”

  Her ankles still fastened to the legs of the chair and with her still bent over the chair’s back, Delilah admired the near foot long erection waving before her wide blue eyes. She licked her lips, imaging it inside her mouth, the taste of it, the living warmth of it. It had been a while since she had last had one.

  “Oh, Jeb… let me… please.” She opened her mouth, welcoming him in.

  He gently brushed the tip against her quivering lips, teasing her. She couldn’t move forward to take it in, the chair restricting her. She stuck out her tongue and flicked it across the slit, tasting his arousal. He groaned, deciding to not punish himself more than he did her, he pushed his pelvis forward, letting her take the whole head inside. The moist warmth of her eager mouth made his knees tremble. He grasped at her head and sighed.

  “Oh, god!” Carson gasped. “This feels so darn good.”

  “Mmm-hmmm!” Delilah nodded her head, taking more of his rigid flesh into the mouth.

  “Yes, Delia, yes!” Carson groaned. “Suck my cock… I’m so hard for you.”

  Delilah’s eyes began to water as he forced more of his organ down her throat; she gagged but shook her head slowly taking in more of it, beyond her choking point. The throbbing of his erection inside her made her pussy quiver; she could feel her own arousal trickle down her naked thighs.

  Carson moved his hips back and forth, slowly fucking her mouth. He had never known that taking a dominating role would arouse him so much. He grabbed a fist full of her dark hair and looked down at her.

  “Daddy wants to stick it in your pussy now.” He whispered hoarsely. “Do you want Daddy to punish you there?”

  Delilah nodded her head vigorously, reluctantly letting go as he pulled his cock out of her dripping mouth.

  “Yes, Daddy.” She panted. “Yes, I’m… uh… a bad girl… punish me real hard, Daddy.”

  Carson slowly moved around her, leaving her secured to the chair, and positioned himself behind her again. His hard fingers dug into her soft buttocks and he stretched the yielding flesh out wide. Her young pussy greeted him with a dripping welcome. She was in as much heat as a cow would be for his prize bull.

  He lowered his face to her upturned rump and began slowly licking at her juices trickling down her shapely thighs. She wiggled and squealed as his tongue teased and tickled her.

  “Oh, Daddy… oh, stop teasing me… I’m going crazy… fill me up… punish me.”

  “Mmhh, I’m going to get a taste of this sweet city treat first.” He growled, jabbing his tongue at her yawning pussy.

  Moving his lips over her entire pussy, Carson stuck his tongue deep inside her. He was pleased that she wasn’t a virgin. It wouldn’t have been as much fun if she was. His hands squeezed her tender buns and he heard her sigh in contentment. Her body relaxed and she came right on his face.

  “Oh, Daddy Dearest,” Delilah whimpered. “I’m so sorry, I couldn’t control myself.”

  “Yeah, I’m going to sure as heck punish you for that.” He grinned, lapping away at her nascent juices.

  “Oh, please.” She moaned. “Punish me, Daddy, punish me.”

  Carson’s heart raced. His engorged cock almost ejaculated on its own at the sound of her plaintive voice. This woman was turning him on like never before. All the sexual encounters he had before, paid for or casual, were never this intense. His cock stood out like it used to when he was a teenager. This woman had started fires in him he never knew he had.

  He groaned and grabbed her hips. It was time to plunder her whole. His cock surged and he pushed the apple sized head against her rose petal pussy lips. He felt her push her hips back at him, hungering, yearning, pleading to devour his manhood. He obliged with a sudden, powerful thrust.

  Delilah squealed in delight. Carson’s cock was in all the way to the hilt. Twelve inches of rock hard meat was buried inside her. The tightness made her head spin. She felt him twitching inside her, making streaks of tingling sensations course through her body.

  “Jeb, this is so good… Oh, yeah… fuck me, Jeb.”

  “Oh, I am.” He panted. “I am.”

  Carson hammered away at his mail order bride with animalistic fervor.

  Bent over and tied to a chair, being taken from behind, Delilah had never had this much pleasure in her young life. Carson’s rock hard cock slid in and out of her slippery tightness, the friction sending sparks all over her body. She whimpered, sobbed and clawed at the upholstery, her body going through wave after wave of sensual delight.

  “Who knew that you and I would be so compatible when it came to sex?” Carson panted, his hips moving like a piston, slamming into her, making her breasts jiggle and her breath come in short gasps.

  “Yeah, I was so glad you were upfront with your needs in your letters.” Delilah gasped as she felt another orgasm rising within her.

  “I know, I too am glad to have finally found someone who shares my tastes… in bed.”

  “And everywhere else.” She laughed, slapping at the seat of the chair she was secured to. “And the best part for me… uhhh… is finding a man mature enough to know how to treat a woman right.”

  “Delilah, you’re a match made in heaven for me.”

  “Or hell, depending where we’re going.” She laughed and shook as her climax hit her hard.

  “Oh, honey. All over my cock. This makes my day.” Carson grunted, sensing his own orgasm about to rip.

  “Oh, yes, yes!” Delilah cried out, as Carson exploded inside her. He leaned over her, squashing her soft breasts in his hands as his weight pressed her down over the chair.

  “Oh, Delilah… you make me come alive.” He panted as her pussy clenched and squeezed out the last few drops of his love for her.

  “As do you
, Daddy Dearest.” She giggled.

  “What next, my love?” He asked, slowly pulling himself off her.

  “I need a drink… and then I want you restrained over the bed like a good little pony.” Delilah smiled as she reached down and undid the bonds on her ankles. “I’m going to show you my riding skills… special riding skills that they teach a girl only in the big city.”

  “Oh, the sound of that’s already getting my dander up.”

  “It had better, we city girls like to ride hard and fast.”

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  TEMPTATION TALES

  Story 57

  Shelly and Marvin Gelding were a team in their marriage and as writers, so they were in deep trouble together too. The trouble started slowly. They had to replace tires on the car. They opted to stay in the same LA condo that they lived in back when they were staff writers even though freelance money was less sure and rent had gone up. It was when two book deals and one ghostwriting job for the film adaptation of a vampire book all fell through at once, that their professional lives went into a tailspin. They could not pay bills and couldn’t seem to catch up even when money did come in slow trickles.

  Their sex lives paid a price too. Marvin wasn’t as angry about Shelly being cold to him as he was in discovering that she was still hot, but not for him. He caught her masturbating two or three times a day during her writing breaks. She was terrible about remembering to lock the door. He had started being loud as he moved through the house so that she would know to stop. It seemed to make her more irritable, so he had started quietly stepping out to let her finish. At least if he let her make herself cum, she was in a better mood about the fact that they were broke.

  He had come to peace with it until he started coming across her search history when he needed to look something up on her computer. Marvin thought that maybe women weren’t as conscious about clearing porn from their history. They didn’t have the years of practice hiding that sort of thing like men did – at least not Shelly.

  Her searches were pretty pointed. She was looking for studs with big cocks. He pulled up a few of the videos to get an idea of what was getting her off. He thought that maybe, if he knew, he could work around her fantasies and get a little more action – at least more than once a month. He was expecting maybe backrubs, or candles, or bubble baths, or maybe a particular way she wanted her pussy eaten out. The fact that she seemed to like monster cocks pounding pussies and asses was a little outside his ability to accommodate.

  He knew he was a little below average. Marvin knew because he looked it up and he had measured. He was about an inch shorter than the American average, if the Internet was right. He would be a little better than average in Japan according to the sites, but only by a little.

  His problem with Shelly seemed to be that he either needed a much bigger cock or he needed much more money again. Both options seemed out of his reach.

  Marvin made a habit of clicking through her searches over the weeks and months at times she was away. More of her videos started being the kind where the guy was left to sit on some beanbag chair or some couch in the corner watching while the wife took one or more cocks from well hung men. Over time, more of the videos showed taunting from the wife and the bulls. Marvin learned the term for the wife fucking studs was bulls from some of the video titles.

  Marvin started getting nervous when the videos switched to torture. The cuckhold husbands in the videos had chastity belts and cages locked around their limp cocks. Some of the belts actually had padlocks. Sometimes the husbands were forced to dress as women and put on lipstick. They licked up the messes as the bulls and wives finished. Some of the humiliated husbands actually had bigger cocks than Marvin.

  Marvin started getting nervous. He felt waves of jealousy every time Shelly went out on any errand and took too long coming home. He pictured her riding some monster cock in some guy’s car or over the back of his couch. When he talked to her on the phone and she sounded out of breath, he pictured her being fucked hard from behind as they laughed about the fact that she was talking to her small dicked husband on the phone while a real man fucked her. If she called while she was eating, he imagined it was a cock in her mouth instead of a slice of pizza.

  Marvin would hang up and feel a lump in the back of his throat. “When the fuck did she start eating so much pizza anyway?”

  He found his cock stirring as he imagined her finishing the guy off and taking his load all over her slut face the way she would never let Marvin do. He took hold of his cock and started stroking his half hard dick imagining himself in the corner watching. After a couple minutes, he gave up and jumped into a cold shower. He had writing to do. Since he couldn’t make his cock bigger, he had to make more money before his marriage was over.

  He might suspect Shelly of cheating and she might have fantasies of locking his limp dick in a cage while a thick cock turned her inside out, but he did not like his prospects of landing another woman with his small cock and thin wallet.

  One night he heard her let out a single groan from upstairs. Marvin paused with his fingers raised over the keyboard. He was halfway done with a political article that might make him twenty-five dollars, if he was lucky. He wasn’t feeling very lucky lately though.

  Another low moan came. Marvin thought it was Shelly again, but it could have been a man. He stood up rolling his office chair back and froze. What if it was a man that Shelly had snuck home? The idea that she snuck someone into their house between dinner and when Marvin went to write was nonsense.

  “What if he climbed up from outside?” Marvin whispered. “That’s the sort of thing a real stud could do even with a rock hard cock.”

  Marvin swallowed and stared up at the darkness at the top of the stairs.

  He left his laptop open and walked slowly to the foot of the stairs. He listened and waited, but no more moans or groans came. Maybe she was finished. He considered going back to his computer to hope that he could earn twenty-five dollars, but he felt drawn. He could have imagined it all as he was paid to imagine things, but he felt he had to know.

  Marvin took the steps one at a time bringing his weight up slowly so as not to create a creak that would alert Shelly or her imaginary bull of his approach. He reached their bedroom and found the door pushed to, but not latched. Was she never going to remember to lock doors? But maybe she wanted to be found.

  He heard a definite male voice grunting out something and Shelly let out a breathless oh. Marvin’s head spun as his hand rested on the knob. This was it. Everything he feared was behind the door. His heart was throbbing in his chest and his cock was as hard as a rock – still below average according to the Internet, but hard enough to cut glass.

  He pushed the door open slowly inch by inch. He did not want to surprise them. He wanted to see as much of it as he could. In his fear, he still wanted the full image of it in his mind.

  As the door opened enough for him to see the bed, Shelly was laid out naked on her back propped up on the pillows. Her body was lit from the shifting colors from the light of her laptop open next to her.

  The busty woman on the screen was taking on three cocks at once. Her ass was red from the guy fucking her in the ass taking a moment to spank her every few pumps. She moaned her breathy approval over the cock in her mouth.

  Shelly pulled at the nipple on one of her size D tits. She spread her knees showing her perfect, shaved pussy and the curve of her full ass under her. Her dark hair fell around her shoulders in curls. She was hotter than any of the women in the videos of her search history.

  Marvin realized he was actually a little disappointed not to see a fat cock working her pussy like he expected.

  The fingers of the hand not teasing her own nipples were dancing over her clit and vanishing inside her pussy over and over. He could hear the wet noises of it from the door hidden in the shadows of the hallway.

  Marvin unzipped and slipped his hard cock out into his hand. He did not want
to waste the strongest erection he had in weeks.

  He looked back and forth between the gang bang on the screen that had his wife so turned on, to her hands pleasing herself, and to her eyes that slid half closed with the pleasure pulsing through her body.

  She licked her lips and pulled one of her nipples into her own mouth. Her eyes went to the fucking on the screen as she sucked herself.

  Marvin had never in their entire marriage seen her do that to her nipple. He felt a wave of hot jealousy pass through him. He felt the intensity of it as he stroked his cock and it pulsed through his balls and ass. He gritted his teeth to hold in the moan from the dark pleasure of it. As her fingers sped up pumping in and out of her pussy, he stroked himself to match.