by Anya Aurelie
Dave approached her, stood over her, grabbing his cock in one hand and jerking it slowly. He was using the hand that had been on her pussy, and it looked as though he were getting himself lubricated with her juices.
When he had covered himself with her, she straddled her face, kneeling down so that his cock and balls were dangling above her. They filled her field of vision, and she smelled her fragrant cunt on him.
“Touch yourself," demand Dave. She reached down between her legs and began rubbing her clit. God, she was wet. Her finger felt amazing on her skin, gliding over it. Her clit was engorged and she could almost feel the blood pounding into her genitals.
He lowered his cock toward her mouth, forcing her lips open around it. She took him into her mouth willingly, sucking on him with eager lips, running her tongue up and down around his shaft, licking her juices off of him. She got him wet with her spit, and soon he began thrusting in and out of her mouth from above. He fucked her face, used her as though she were his sex toy. She continued rubbing her clit forcefully, picking up speed as the cock in her mouth moved faster and faster.
"You're such a good little slut," he told her, reaching behind him to squeeze her nipples. He slapped her tits, and she felt her clit throb.
She felt her hole stretch itself open as though to make room for him. She wanted him so badly she could hardly stand it. Keep strong, she told herself. She could not fuck him. As absurd as it seemed for her to think this with his cock in her mouth, him dominating and controlling her from above, him demanding that she pleasure herself while he fucked her face, as absurd as it all was, she would stick to this one thing. She would do it for Mike, though she doubted he would be grateful if he knew, given how much else she was giving up.
She pushed fingers inside of herself, thinking about her husband. As guilty as she felt, it turned her on to imagine him sitting at work, not suspecting a thing, while his wife was in this stranger’s house, sucking a new cock, getting off on this man.
She moaned. She was so wet, so horny. She rubbed her clit furiously, and she could feel Dave responding to her mounting pleasure. As she moaned and writhed on the floor, he held her neck, holding her head in place. He shoved his cock down her throat more forcefully, and this only served to turn her on more.
Her pleasure grew and grew, until finally it exploded over her, bursting in great waves of orgasm, filling her body head to toe. And as she moaned out her release around his cock, he too shivered and tightened. The massive dick in her mouth throbbed, and he began yelling as he spurted his thick, ropey cum down her throat. She swallowed a couple of gulps of it, and then he pulled out and painted her face with it, glossing her lips and cheeks with his glistening load. It dripped down her chin and fell onto the kitchen floor beside them.
Panting, he stood up and stared down at her where she still lay on the floor. "You are a good little whore," he told her with a smile. "You've done very well."
Cock beginning to soften now, he walked over to the counter.
"Do you think you've earned it?" he asked.
Ashley nodded eagerly. "Yes," she said. "I earned it."
"I agree," Dave said. He measured out a full cup of sugar into the Tupperware, then snapped the lid into place. "Stand up," he told her. "Go bake your cake, slut.”
Stiffly, Ashley pulled herself up off the floor and took the container from him. "Thank you," she said. Then she added, “It’s true what they say — it really is more satisfying to earn something than to just be handed it."
Dave smiled at her, then walked her to the door. With a furtive glance around, she made sure none of the neighbors was looking, then darted back across and down the street to her own house.
Inside, she measured out the two cups of sugar and added them to her waiting mixing bowl. There were a few teaspoons left over, and she tucked the Tupperware into the cabinet. Good thing Mike had no idea of the contents of their kitchen. He was too naïve about what they owned in here to recognize that this container was unfamiliar.
Stirring together the dry ingredients, she turned to the fridge to take out the four eggs the recipe called for — and stopped short with a gasp.
"Fuck!" she cursed herself. How could she have done this — again? How could she have forgotten? They had finished all the eggs the previous day, when Ashley had made Mike an omelette for breakfast before work.
Again, her mind raced through the options. And then…she found herself excited. She surprised herself with her own reaction.
Throwing on her flip-flops, Ashley quickly headed outside and crossed the street. Knocking rapidly on Dave's door, her heart fluttered in anticipation. Mike would be home from work and expecting the iced cake ready to go in one hour. She was really cutting things close now.
Dave swung open the door with a smile. "Back for more?" he asked her cockily.
"I'm out of eggs too," she said, trying to sound apologetic.
Dave grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her inside, slamming the door shut behind her and locking it, all in one movement. Keeping a hold on her wrist, he led her briskly to the back of the house and into the master bedroom, nearly identical to her own except for the furnishings, shoving her down on the bed. She saw a photo of Dave and his wife together on the bedside table. She gulped guiltily.
"Get undressed now," he snarled, and he himself was already midway through the undressing process. He threw his pants off, tossed off the shirt that he had put back on after she left, and she silently tore her own clothes off at the same time.
When she was naked, he said, “Get on all fours." He pulled a small box out from under the bed, then opened it to reveal handcuffs and a small whip.
"Put your arms out in front of you," he demanded, and she did as she was told. He handcuffed her wrists together.
She rested on her cuffed hands, ass in the air, and felt the first crack of the whip on her ass. She grew wet, anticipating what was to come.
“Whose pussy is this?" he asked her.
"Yours," she said without hesitation. “It’s all yours."
"It's not your husband’s?” he asked.
"No," she said. "It's all yours. You can do with it whatever you want."
"You're goddamn right I can." The whip came down on her ass again. She jumped.
"Spread your legs," he demanded. She spread them, careful to keep her ass up in the air. She could tell he was examining her from behind, and then she felt the sting of his hand slapping her pussy.
“You like that?"
“Yes,” she gasped. He slapped her again. Her pussy stung and throbbed with pleasure and pain.
Roughly, he shoved two fingers up inside of her. "You're so tight," he moaned. "I can't wait to make you my whore."
Involuntarily, Ashley moaned too. He moved his fingers inside her expertly, massaging her insides. With his thumb, he massaged her clit, and she was putty in his hands. He could have done anything to her, and she wouldn't have objected. She would have done anything in return, if it meant him not stopping.
"Get up," he demanded. She felt another crack of the whip on her ass, nearer this time to her cunt. Carefully, she rolled off the bed and stood. He stood next to her, cock at attention. Taking out a tiny key, he unlocked the handcuffs. But he was not done with them.
"Hands behind your back," he said, and he recuffed her in this more vulnerable position.
"Get my cock nice and wet with your mouth.” He shoved her head down toward his cock. She got down on her knees, taking him into her mouth. He still tasted like her juices from earlier. She wondered what time his wife got home.
She sucked on his throbbing member, getting it nice and wet with her tongue and lips, and when she had lubricated all of him, he pulled out of her mouth. Then he crouched at the knees slightly, and rubbed his wet dick up and down her chest, squeezing her breasts together and fucking them with his slippery cock. He slapped her with it a few times, pinched her nipples with his fingers, and rubbed himself all over her tits.
"You couldn'
t stop me even if you wanted to," he said to her. “Isn’t that right?"
"I could stop you," she said. She pulled her chest away from him, but still down on her knees with hands cuffed behind her back, it was true that there wasn't a lot she could do. He simply stepped closer to her, and continued rubbing himself on her naked chest.
"That's what I thought," he said. “Whose tits are these?”
"They're yours," she said. "They're all yours." She loved the feel of his hard dick against her nipples, loved the thrill of knowing she was getting away with something, that her husband would be coming home soon, as would his wife. That neither of them could know.
He picked up the whip and began striking her tits. She flinched, but did not try to move away. "I can do that to them?" he asked.
"You can do anything you want to them."
"You're such a dirty slut," he said with a smile. He continued whipping her tits, then moved the whip lower on her, whipping the spot where her legs came together. Her legs were closed, but she could feel the whip on the very outer edge of her clit. She shivered.
"Lie down on the ground," he demanded. "Stomach down." She lay down, her cuffed hands behind her back. He climbed on top of her, holding her down, and she felt his firm cock slip between her legs. It teased her opening, and the delicious naughtiness of cheating overwhelmed her. She wanted nothing more in that moment than to be filled with this strange man's cock, while thinking about Mike.
Still he teased her, dipping his cock into the wetness between her legs without actually penetrating her. She wanted him so badly, but it seemed like he was going to make her beg for it. He was going to wait until she told him she wanted it.
"Spread your legs," he demanded. She did so. Then she felt the whip again, whipping her from behind. It stung her clit and her asshole. She jumped.
"Ouch!" she said.
"Do you want me to keep whipping your cunt?” he asked. “Or would you rather I fuck you. It’s one or the other. It's your choice."
"Fuck me," she moaned.
And instantly the whip was gone, replaced by his thick shaft, which was now pushing into her with ease.
"Oh," he moaned. "You're so wet. You feel so fucking good, and so fucking tight. I'm going to stretch you wide open around my cock."
"Fuck yeah," she gasped, grinding up into him. She loved feeling filled up by his cock. She wanted to push up with her hands, but they remained clasped behind her back. He was totally in control of her body.
The floor was hard beneath her, and her breasts shoved into it. He was fucking her with animalistic thrusts, and she was loving every second of it.
He was so big and hard, nothing like Mike. With one final thought of how dirty she was being, denouncing her wedding vows by getting fucked roughly by this stranger in someone else's bedroom, she was sent over the falls. As he thrust into her tight cunt, she spasmed around him, screaming out her pleasure. Her body was wracked with the orgasm, and she wanted to reach out in front of her to hold onto the ground to keep the world from spinning, but the handcuffs prevented her from doing so. All the blood rushed away from her head, and she felt dizzy.
Dave grunted on top of her, and she could tell that her screams of pleasure where sending him over the edge too. "Oh fuck, I'm going to come," he bellowed, and she shoved her ass up higher into the air, ready to receive his cum. As his thrusting slowed, he spurted his hot seed deep within her, filling her pussy with his enormous load, the sacred spot where no man other than her husband was supposed to deposit himself. He was so deep within her that she could feel him against her cervix, and her pussy spasmed around him with the knowledge of how dirty and wrong they were being. She wanted to take in all of his cum, take it deep within her, feel it dripping out all the rest of the day. She hoped Mike would fuck her later, never knowing that another man's cum was inside of her.
When finally he collapsed on top of her with an exhausted sigh, she relaxed too, letting her tense muscles conform to the floor. He pulled out of her, and she felt the first drips of his cum drizzle out, coating her clit.
He stood up, and she struggled to her feet as well. He unlocked her handcuffs, and she heard the tiny click is the key released the lock. Sweaty, they both struggled back into their clothes.
"Okay, so how many eggs do you need?" he asked.
She had almost forgotten about the eggs. “Four,” she said. She followed him into the kitchen and he found an empty carton in the recycling bin and put four cold, smooth eggs into it. Taking them from him, she said, “Guess I'll see you around the neighborhood."
With a wink, he said, “Guess you will."
She let herself out and walked back across the street, setting the eggs in the fridge and grabbing her keys almost in a single motion. She raced out into the garage, jumped in her car, and rushed down the street toward the nearest bakery. She bought the least ornate cake she could find, one that could pass as homemade, though it was still way more professional-looking than anything she could have done herself. Hopefully Mike wouldn't notice.
She got home, her cunt feeling sore and used, and brought the cake up to the kitchen. She took it out of the bakery’s box and looked around for something to transfer it into just to she heard Mike's car pull into the garage.
Ashley quickly stashed the bowl of half-made cake mix in the cabinet, where she knew Mike wouldn't find it.
She heard footsteps in the hall, and just as he appeared in the doorway, she felt a drip exit her pussy and begin making its way down her leg. She smiled at her husband sweetly as another man's cum dripped out from her cunt. "Hi, honey," she said. "I just finished with the cake."
Giving her a swift kiss on the cheek, Mike said, “Great. We’d better get going if we’re going to make it to the auction on time." They climbed into Mike's car together, and as they left the garage and drove down their street, Ashley saw that Dave was outside in his front yard again, having returned to mowing the lawn with his shirt off. As they passed him, Dave waved at them both. Ashley blushed and waved back.
"Who's that?" Mike asked.
Ashley just shrugged. “Random neighbor, I guess," she said. "I've never met him." She smiled to herself, trying to stop thinking about Dave’s cock inside of her, trying to put herself back into the role of the good wife for the evening.
#3: Dinner Party Blackmail
Ashley should've known that sleeping with a neighbor would not be a good idea. With the two frat guys she’d fucked, she never had to worry about seeing them again, but a neighbor? She hadn't thought that one through very well.
Although Ashley had never noticed Dave before she’d needed to borrow sugar and ended up in his bed — and on his floor — once all was said and done, she couldn't stop noticing him. She seemed to see him everywhere now.
And half the time, her husband, Mike, was with her. She didn't think Mike suspected anything, but she wasn't very good at keeping her cool.
One day, she and Mike ran into Dave and his wife while they were out to dinner in the neighborhood. Ashley flushed deep red upon spotting them on the other side of the restaurant, not sure what to say to either the man who had handcuffed her and fucked her hard, nor to his unsuspecting wife, and she hoped she wouldn’t have to say anything at all.
But Dave and his wife stopped by their table on their way out. "Hello, I think I’ve seen you around the neighborhood," Dave said to her while they were finishing dessert.
Ashley almost choked on her bite of chocolate mousse. "Hi," she said awkwardly. "Yes, I do think I recognize you. I'm Ashley, and this is my husband, Mike." She put an emphasis on the word husband.