Well we met on whisper, which is some weird mix of a chat App and a Catholic confessional.
It was never my intention to hook up with her, but good intentions are what the road to hell is paved with.
I was married and she was engaged, it shouldn’t have gotten past hello.
Whisper has a function that tells you how far away the person is from you,
turns out we stayed in the same apartment complex.
Obviously, it was a huge surprise for both of us. She asks me to come over for a bit and say hi. I know I shouldn’t go, but I do anyway curiosity always got the better of me. I knock on the door and this thick little Carmel girl in booty shorts opens up and we’re both kind of eying each other ya know?
She tells me to come in, we chat for a bit she shows me around the apartment, shows some of her art projects, at one point she goes to the hall closet I peak over and she’s bent over gripping the sides of the door frame. To this day I think she was teasing me.
I get my fill and try to pretend I wasn’t watching once she turns around.
I start to feel the tension, so I leave.
I don’t want to be “that guy”.
She invites me and my wife to a cookout.
This still had the potential to be innocent.
I go home and tell my wife I bumped into the new neighbors, a small lie, but I felt guilty and had to fess up to something, even if only a half truth.
After that day,we begin to talk more, a lot more actually.
She flirts, I flirt back.
I thought that was just going to be our dynamic.
Not quite so innocent but tame enough.
I liked it.
It made me feel alive, and wanted.
Like I was special, I don’t know, and no
one was getting hurt right?
She invites me over to play video games one day. Innocent enough right?
I’m sitting on the couch with her and she playfully lifts her shirt exposing her breasts, but quickly pulls her shirt back down once I look over. She’s teasing me.
“We gotta be good”
She does it again
My dick is rock hard.
Heart racing.
I try and focus on my wife, to focus on the game, and to not focus on this 22 year old woman who obviously wants me to fuck her brains out while her finance is at work.
She taunts me a little more, and by a little I mean she gets up on all fours and pulls her shorts down, swaying her hips ever so.
She had the prettiest pussy. Nice juicy lips and… it just looked so..
inviting.
I still, surprisingly ignore her, although I definitely look. Hard.
I wanted to taste her so badly, but my resolve remained.
She wasn’t done with me yet.
She was resistant, I’ll give her that she gets to her feet in front of the TV and takes off her top, her shorts pooled around her ankles all her clothes.
I knew I had to say something.
“I can’t see the TV Kate.”
Stupid thing to say.
“You don’t need to see the TV.”
she was right all I wanted to see was her bearing herself for me.
“This can’t happen” the words came out weakly, I didn’t believe it myself.
Things get awkward, but
why wouldn’t they be?
She feels rejected and I feel stupid, there she is, practically begging for me to take her and we both thought I was an idiot for not fucking her senseless.
I don’t write these words to make myself sound like a saint.
Far from it.
I’m by no means a good man, but I try,
what else can anyone ask of you?
Right?
Right.
She sighs, puts her clothes back on and sits down on the couch with me.
“I’m doing the right thing.”
It became my mantra.
To bad I didn’t believe it.
I keep playing the game making chit chat trying to calm myself.
“This could have gone bad” I say to myself. But my resolve held out.
She tells me she’ll be back and to keep playing.
So I do.
I’m actually enjoying the game at this point. A couple of minutes after her departure, I hear something.
You ever hear a sound and in your head you know it cant be what you’re actually hearing?
Moaning.
But it couldn’t be. Why would it be?
I pause the game and creep towards one of the back rooms.
It’s her.
She’s laying on the bed playing with herself.
She has this transparent vibrator with a pink handle.
Her eyes are closed.
She looked so comfortable, the kind of comfortable you get when you’re alone and not worried about someone walking in on you, or in this case, not caring.
“Kate”
She jumps but doesn’t immediately stop.
My eyes lock on the long cylinder gliding in and out of her.
“Go back keep playing your game” The words struggled to come out of her as she arched her back sinking the toy deeper
I look at her legs up taking this toy.
I get on the bed
“What are you doing?”
I throw the vibrator on the floor yank up her shirt and press her knees against her chest and look her in the eyes.
She’s breathing hard.
I can feel the heat coming off her.
She wants it, she wants me.
“Is this what you need?”
She nods her big Doe eyes begging.
I lean and whisper in her ear “No”.
She looked crushed but not defeated.
She told me later no man had gotten that close and not taken it.
I left right after that. I wish I would have told my wife mybe I could have nixed this affair before it started. I went back again a week later.
I don’t see her for that week but we text and message each other everyday leading up. Mostly her complaining about how vanilla her husband is. How she needs it rough, to be slapped and choked and made to feel small and helpless.
I lean towards the kinky side myself so I understood, but I always felt bad about how she spoke about him.
She obviously loved him in her own fucked up way, but she use to talk so much shit.
“He only wants to do missionary”
“I want him to hurt me but he’s such a pussy”
“He’s just a big kid he doesn’t clean or help”
“I make all the money all he has to do is fuck me right”
She reassured me that they were swingers, that she brought home girls for him all the time but that he get jealous when she wanted to be with guys, so it was kind of a “no-no” for them.
I come over again.
Under the condition that she can’t try and seduce me. Obviously hormones and the honor system don’t mix well, but things for the most part go well.
A little flirting but that’s it.
I get ready to leave.
“Bye punk”
I already know what she’s doing
I walk out the door.
She follows.
“Ya you better run!”
She wants me to come back.
“Bye Kate”
“Don’t be scared dude?”
“Why you a punk tho?”
I walk back to her door.
Following her inside.
I know I’m making a mistake.
“Who you calling a punk little girl?”
“You!”
I walk towards her she backs up towards a wall eventually running into it. I get real close. I press myself against her. She looks up at me. I grip her throat and her eyes got as big as saucers.
“Are you going to fuck my daddy?”
I lick the side of her face gently. I pull my have from her neck and start kissing where my fingers gripped her. I get on my knees and raise he shirt just a little. Planting little kisses on her stomach. She let’s out little moans. I want this so bad., But my resolve is weakened but not depleted.
I stand up.
“Alright I’m going home
She pouts
“Stop leaving me like this!”
“Nope!” And I run out the door laughing to myself. She follows and watches me walk away we smile at each other before I turn the corner. I had back towards my own apartment and the guilt sets in.
I don’t tell my wife. I trick myself into thinking, it was harmless, that it was just some stress relief and that this girl was just my friend. That’s all. The more I visited the more intense things got. We had alot in common, but the sexual tension was… you could feel it when we were in a room together, it was tangible and real.
I go see Kate almost every day. I always think of an excuse. Before things got too far I thought introducing Kate to my wife would help take the wind out of our sails to make us realize we may end up hurting people we really care about, but I could never make it happen, scheduling conflicts mostly.
I was to deep in it to realize how much I was changing. My wife later told me she knew I was having an affair, in the moment I couldn’t realize how erratic I was becoming, Kate later told me it’s because I was “happy”, I don’t know about that but I do know things between me and Kate were speeding up. Getting more intense with each encounter.
I came over one day and she was complaining about her fiance again. How he wasn’t rough enough. How he didn’t do the things she liked. I don’t know what snapped in me but I stood up and told her to get on all fours. She did, without hesitation. This girl oozed submission, she needed to be controlled it was just her nature and I decided I was going to be the one to do.
There’s not much I won’t do in the bedroom especially if it pleases my partner. She was on her knees, her upper half resting on the couch. I loved how it looked. Her ass round and inviting, delicious even.i pull her shorts down. No underwear of course.
I lean in and without warning, without hesitation, with nothing but lust.
My tounge glides against her asshole. She moans. Loud.
She had told me once that she did porn a few times and discovered she loved to be rimmed but her finance refused to do it. He didn’t have to she had me now and I was going to make sure she never forgot me.
I kiss her cheeks gently as I play around the entrance, she squeezes the cushions on the couch
and trys to bury her head to cut down on the very audible grunts and moans. She’s putty in my hand.
Intrusive thoughts about my wife surfaced. What was I doing, she trusted me and I was was doing this shit with some woman I met on an Android app, when you’re in it though, when you have a woman trembling with pleasure at your touch, when things have been building for so long, simmering in lust,. I don’t think even the strongest man could hold on.
As they say “in for a penny, in for a pound”.
For a time I’m in heaven, and without a doubt so is she, but I know what she needs.
I stop. She’s panting trying to catch her breath. She mumbles.
“You just ate my ass”
I don’t say anything, I don’t want to think right now, I don’t want the guilt to hit me. I stand up.
“Come here”
She slowly collects herself and crawls towards me, she raised her upper half her head about crotch height. I look down at her, she looks up at me.
I slap her, I grab a handful of her hair. I grip hard and pull her towards me enough for her to feel the tension. How I have her and how she couldn’t pull away if she tried.
” When I tell you to come here I don’t expect you to take your fuckin time bitch!”
I can’t believe I just said that.
I think surely that was to far.
I gotta apologize.
“Yes sir I’m sorry daddy, please make me your bitch”
And that was it. There was no turning back. There was no “we can stop”, no finances or spouses just us I this room. Her cowering under me. Me looming over her like some yin-yang of adultery and carnal pleasure.
I pull out my dick, it’s as hard as oak at this point. Still gripping her hair I rest it against the side of her face.
She tries to turn towards it to lick it or suck it or whatever.
I pull away a bit and slap her with my free hand. “Don’t fucking touch me, you are my property, you ask permission”
“Yes sir.”
” Open your mouth”
She opens her mouth I line my hips up and slowly inch towards her mouth. My dick resting on her bottom lip, sitting and the entrance of her mouth. I feel her hot tounge and breath. My hearts racing.
I let go of her hair I place my hands on the side of her face, pressing my palms against the side if her face. I begin thrusting my hips, slow at first just sticking to the entrance of her mouth. Her big Doe eyes looking up at me.
I wait untill she’s comfortable, with warning I ram the back of her throat with my dick.she tries to pull away. I press my palms hard against her face I tilt my head back as I violate her mouth, I let out a deep gutteral grown I look back down at her. The drool running down the corners of her mouth, tears welling up her eyes, the sounds of her gagging. I’d not had many opportunities to be dominant to just own or take a person, but I was enjoying every fucking second. I let go of her head and pulled my cock out of her mouth. She spit up a little.
She said something under her breath I couldn’t quite catch.
“Speak up”
“Thank you Daddy”
I try not to show how much that turned me on. I slap her with my cock rubbing the spit across her cheeks and forehead. She smiles.
I put my cock away and she looks a bit disappointed. I got and her bathroom and wash my face, she doent follow. I use some mouth wash and come back into the living room where I left her. She’s sitting on the floor just watching me.”I can’t stay long”
“I know” she looks away
I squat and give her a kiss on the forehead. One thing I learned from all this is that after all the tearing down and the degrading you have to build a person back up and let them know they actually do matter. I told her how beautiful she was and how we could play more when I came back. We chatted for a bit and as I got ready to go we kissed. I held her close to me and I embraced her with everything u had in me. I went home and I couldn’t get her out if my head. I knew I had to take her to really make her mine, but I wasn’t in any rush. I wanted to enjoy this because I knew it couldn’t last. Everytime I saw her I thought of new ways to humiliate her, to assert my dominance over this little piece of pussy, my personal fuck doll and pet.
One time I took a brush she had made her suck on the handle and used it to play with her ass another I made her be a foot stool while I played video games. She loved all of it, and I could see myself falling for her more and more. We told each other I love you while we fooled around but I don’t think we actually meant it. We existed in a bubble and we both knew it’d pop, why not just go all in. She joked about having my babies.
Things were always intense.
Always intense, but still I hadn’t fucked her. She begged alot for it but I never did.
One Saturday I was at her place,her finance was at work and I liked to my wife saying I was visiting one if my friends. Things were pretty chill. Typical day, her complaining about her future husband, saying she might cancel the wedding. I always just listened, I think she appreciated that. We start to touch and kiss.
“Daddy, fuck me please.”
She was bent over the couch her head resting on the arm rest. She’d asked a million times. I don’t know what made this time different.her hands spreading her pussy. I could see how wet she was. I ran my fingers across. It was time.
I take on my dick my pants resting around my knees. We’re both on the couch and I just take it. I prode for a bit and push my way in, maybe push isn’t the right word, it was so wet it’s almost like I slid in. I was so warm, I could feel her tight little pussy gripping the head of my dick. Her breathing got faster, she couldn’t believe we were finally doing this. Before I could go any further, she calls out.
“Daddy I want you to rape me, make it hurt.”
I oblige.
I thrust hard into her my pelvis pressed her against her ass. With no way to run or crawl away. I hear an audible gasp escape her lips. I grab her wrists pulling her arms hard behind her back and I fuck her. She screams. She burries her head into the arm rest. I’m thrusting, throwing myself into her as hard as I can. I throw her wrists to the side and grab the back of her neck. “Take it baby take it!”. I just go and go. Pure ecstasy.
It wasn’t long before I realized I was going to cum. I wasn’t pacing myself or even paying attention. We were animals in heat. I had a choice to make, cum in her or stop.
I stopped.
I pulled out. She layed there panting, I don’t even think she could speak. She thanked me. I left pretty soon after. I sat outside my door trying to collect myself. I went straight to the bathroom and took a shower.
I came back out and fucked my wife.
Hard.
I’m at work a week or so later. I’m horny and I’ve been fantasizing about her ever since. I text her asking if I can come over on my break. She agrees, I stop and buy condoms.
I hurry over and knock on her door.
She opens the door wearing a beautiful white and blue sundress.
I’m nervous for whatever reason.
I ask to use her bathroom, she looks confused but motions towards the bathroom. I go in and splash water on my face. I come back out she’s sitting on the couch texting. ” I don’t get a hug?” She jumps to her feet and walks towards me. I slap her when she gets with arns reach. Her head while back. And she looks at me. She knows it’s playtime.
I push her back on the couch I hope my arms behind her knees and pull her down. She let’s out a tiny Yelp. I start to lick and caresse her thighs nuzzling my face against them and planting soft pecks and as I move closer towards her already wet pussy the pecks turn into bites and nibbles, licks and sucks. She’s into it, I know her body well enough by now, I know what each little expression, each twitch, sound, quiver, all of it I knew what it all mentor and I was going to reward her for giving herself to me so fully.
I get to her pussy she can feel my breath cascading into her. She tries to inch closer. I take my tounge and direct it from the bottom all the way to just under the clit and pause.
I sense she’s about the speak, before she can I flick my tounge hard across. She bucks.
“Yessss! Daddy again please.”
I do.
Rolling my tounge across it stopping intermittently to pepper kisses on the rest of her pussy but always coming back to her throbbing clit.
“stick in daddy right now please stick it in”
Once again, I oblige.
I pull my pants down around my knees, my dick ready to invade every inch of her,she was there on the couch, with my arms locked under her legs I maneuver my hips untill I’m poking the entrance to her being. I stop and remember to put on one if the condoms I bought being careful to not leave the wrapper or any evidence of me being there. I return to my position I grab the base of my dick and guide it in.
As always it fit like a glove. I swear her body was made for me.
Im already pounding hard. There was no build up with us. She wanted it hard or not at all. I’m pressing her legs as far back as they’ll go. I want to leave my mark, I didn’t care about going back to work. I was going to fuck this girl, I was going to make her mine.
I pressed my forehead against hers. We met eyes our bodies bouncing rhythmicly. Even with the condom I could feel her heat, her grip. My long deep strokes were making her gasp for air. “Daddy it feels so good, I love you.”
“I love you too baby”
These little back and forth exchanges just encouraged me to do more, to push that much harder, and she knew it. I loved every second of it.
I slide down top part of her dress and grab her breasts. I take my thumb and wet it with my tounge and run it playfully across her nipples.i stop moving we’re both panting. She looks tired already she has no idea we’re no where near done. I pull out, the sudden movement makes her jolt.
I pull her on to the floor with me and lay her on her stomach. I penetrate her and I place one hand on the back of her neck and another on the floor for support. I move slow at first this time. I need her attention.
“Whose pussy is it?”
I say it loud
I want the neighbors to hear.
She moans feeling me move my hips, we’re on cloud 9.
“It’s your pussy sir”
I move faster
She gets the game now
“Whose pussy is it?”
“It’s all yours daddy it’s all yours!”
She says it loud and I reward her. I spread her legs more with my feet and grip the back of her neck like I was riding a bronco. I move as fast as I can,her as jiggling as it collides with my pelvis. I hear her start to cry.
“Daddy it’s so big please don’t stop”
I wouldn’t dream of it.
This goes on for awhile untill I feel her cum. I feel her tight hole open wide for mean as she let’s out the hardest moan and then her walls squueze tight around my dick. And then it happens again. I feel her building you to a third and I stop. I catch my breath. I look at her she’s a puddle, emitting small whimpering noises as she wipes the tears from her face.
I pull out again. I take off my glasses and put her on her knees. I reinsert myself and we’re back at it again.
She throws her ass back I let her take over for a bit, she moves slow but hard our bodies colliding the waves of pleasure are building in me I know I’m coming soon. I grip her ass and she stops. I start moving my hips. Things are building again and she comes. I ride that wave into my own orgasm, I feel it coming and Bam it hits. I let out a deep groan. I look down and realize I’m shooting cum into my hand. A broken fucking condom.
And there it was the bubble had popped.
I try and keep my cool. I usually pull out right when I cum, condom or no condom just out of habit. Maybe I was to late this time? My mind starts racing. I put on my glasses. I tell her about the condom. She’s not worried at all. She was still in bliss. She looked like she wanted a nap. I expressed my concerns and she assured me her period was late and that she might already be pregnant.
Kate and her fiance has been trying to have a baby for awhile, she kept a ovulation calendar.
She tried to tell me it was fine, and I did my best impression of a calm put together guy.
I look at the clock, 45 mins.
All this had built to 45 minutes of intense fucking and a potential pregnancy. she hugged me and I left. I couldn’t get it out of my head. She had joked before that if I got her pregnant she’d lie and would have her fiance raise the baby as if it were his.
It was a joke right?
Everything that’d happened that I pushed down was coming up.
I went through the rest of my shift aimless.
As I walked home from work I knew I either had to bury this or confess there was no in-between. No clever way to tell a half truth or anything like that. Before I know it I’m at the door. I unlock it. I see my wife in the kitchen. she can already see it on my face.
“What’s wrong?”
I tell her.
Wow.
Well written and intense. I wasn’t sure at first, but the build up was good. And now I need to hear more, what happened next, who are you with? How long ago was this? Did she get pregnant? And the story got me hard for so many reasons.