Jib waited for the house to empty, thinking about what he’d do to his housekeeper, Alice. In the year since she started working for the family, Alice went from a skinny, little country girl to filling out her uniform with a round, fat ass and breasts he wanted to knead while pressed up behind her. He knew she was attracted to him, stealing glances when he’d dress up to go out or arrived home after a haircut. He waited, his husky, powerful body miming how he’d grab her, toss her, pin her. Dad and uncle left first – 3 days on the farm. Auntie’d left a couple of days before – business trip to the Netherlands for a week. Alice closed the gate behind Dad’s pick up, walking back to the house as Jib walked down to meet her.
Alice’s surprise at Jib’s hands squeezing her neck made her shoot a look that made his dick shake in his pajamas. At 27, Jib looked maybe 21, but Alice, what, she 19? 20? He tried to remember those flirty glances as fear beamed off her face. Jib tightened her grip, driving Alice to claw at his hands, to no avail. Before she could try his face, he dug his thumbs into her throat. Alice panicked, feeling a gang build up her under Jib’s thumbs. She couldn’t place the polite one in a house of temperamental people with the person hurting her. In a flash, Jib released his grip. Alice let out a gasp, then Jib hand chopped her in the throat.
Alice fell back, then slid against the door, massaging the tight ache in her throat. Jib flew down on her, snatching her chef’s hat off and dragging her by her hair. She cried out weekly for a second before Jib slapped her. As he dragged her up the stairs, he slapped her a couple more times. He could do more, but he already had plans.
When Jib shut the door, Alice sprung up to her feet, poised to rush him. ‘Tough’, he liked that. What toughness she had fell off her face when the shock of electricity caught her eyes. “Take off your clothes,” Jib said.
Jib pointed his taser at her, activating it again so there was no confusion. Alice cried to herself, swaying in grief before Jib stepped towards her and let off another shock. Alice jumped back from the taser and tore off her clothing – her chef’s tunic, the t-shirt under it, her bra, revealing those perfect brown breasts slapping together in a huff as she pulled down her skirt and leggings. “Get on the bed, face down.”
Alice hurried towards the bed, tripping over herself onto the mattress. “Oh,sh-hurry up!”
Alice laid herself on the mattress, grasping the comforter at the sound of the taser going off behind her. She shivered, her round ass shaking while Jib disrobed. The robe and pajamas fell beside him, and he pounced on her.
Alice felt Jib’s hands around her wrists. She looked around her for the taser, then she jumped when she felt Jib’s huge, hard cock kiss her lips down there, moaning in spite of herself. Jib worked his hips, teasing Alice’s pussy while keeping his weight on her, burying his face in her neck to season her with bites, licks, and kisses. “Am I your husband?”
“Huh?”Alice cried. Jib bit down hard into her neck, dragging the tip across her pussy lips. “Uuuh!” Alice moaned through tears. Jib put his hand under her shoulder, grabbed her other arm, and turned her over pinning her wrists back. He ate her neck some more, leaving kisses down her chest till his lips grazed her nipple.
Jib bit down hard, and Alice moaned, her face wet, her pussy glazing the big dick leisurely massaging its way into her. Jib sucked at her nipple, dragging at it till it popped loudly out of his mouth, and Alice moaned. He could feel how hot she was, letting him in just a bit more.
Jib worked her other side, biting, kissing down her chest till her nipple smacked. He kept at it, licking around the nipple and across her cleavage till he arrived back at the other nipple. The sounds of moans, smacks, and pops filled the air as Alice soaked Jib’s cock and balls. “Am I your husband?”
Alice held her tongue in despair. Behind her tears, she blushed. “Please,” she said.
Jib pulled her wrists by her head, looking right into her eyes, his tree trunk legs anchoring her thighs. “Am I your husband, and you my wife,” Jib said. “or are you just some whore that’s in my bed? I’d take care of my wife.”
Jib dipped his cockhead into her pussy before dragging it across her stomach, put his full weight on her, his fat balls slapping her lips. Jibs watched her jump and smirked. “A whore I’d beat like a mule,” Jib said. “A whore might not have a job come Friday ’cause people ask why her teeth’s missing, why her nose’s broken.”
Jib leaned down to Alice; their noses touched. “I’m your wife,” Alice said.
Jib slid the head in, causing Alice to gasp. He held her by her chin and kissed her. “Kiss me back.”
Alice did what she was told, trading kisses with her husband, lying back as back as he sucked on her lips and tongue, as he kissed all over her face, as he spat in her mouth. He then took her delicious thighs onto his shoulders, pressing them towards her chest, and eased in what he could into her pussy.
Alice moaned, shivered as 8 of Jib’s 10 inches hit her g-spot. Her eyes rolled back as Jib thrusted into her, and she grasped the comforter with all her strength.
Jib leaned into his hands, pumping faster into his pussy as she squeezed him. The wet smacks of their bodies overpowered every other noise in the room. Alice ‘s face flushed. She squeezed her eyelids till tears swam out, she melting more and more every time he hit her spot or stretched her out till she gave.
Alice’s body erupted as she orgasmed, one big seizure till she felt herself melt into the bed. Before she could find her wits, Jib pulled out, letting her legs fall to the bed before dragging them to the edge of the bed. Pulling her upright by her arms, Jib greeted Alice with his dick, with with her juices. Alice’s weak exhale made Jib’s dick twitch. “Oh, my god. Open your mouth.”
Alice took Jib into her mouth without struggle. “Jerk me off, too.”
Alice did so, sucking the head, licking the tip while jerking the shaft. Jib put a hand on her head. “Look at me.”
Alice looked into Jib’s eyes as she went down little by little. Jib gently guided her down, pressing her head down till he felt she was about to gag and let her up for air, for a bit. Jib put her back to work, swatting her hand away. “Look at me.”
Jib put two hands on Alice’s head and forced his dick down her throat till he felt her breathing on his pubes. He pulled her up and forced her down again, skullfucking the living shit out of her. “Oh, shit.”
The sounds of throat fucking were getting to Jib, just like the saliva and precum dripping down Alice’s face. Jib slammed Alice’s nose into his pubes hard several times before holding her down, to her, what felt like forever. Saliva and precum spilled off Jib’s balls onto the floor., till his cockhead fattened in her throat. “Ffffffuuuuck!”
Jib’s dick fired sweet, buttery cum at the back of Alice’s throat. Jib let go of Alice, freeing her mouth to fire loads onto her face, hair (“Whoops, my fault.”), neck and chest.
Alice swallowed what she could down her throat, burping the excess up on her chin.
Jib carried Alice to his bathroom and sat her on the toilet. As she peed, her head hung low, cum dripping onto her thighs. Jib brought a wash cloth and wiped her pussy before starting on the chin. A couple of wash cloths later, Jib delightedly peed between Alice’s legs.
Jib pulled back the covers of his head and laid Alice out, covering her limp body. He then retrieved two water bottles and joined her, sitting her up to drink. “Good,” Jib said. “I didn’t think you could handle me hitting from the back so soon. Maybe later, or tomorrow.”
He played with her hair. “Did good, wife. Hurry up, so we can nap. We have whole 3 days to figure this out.”
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/i1d9mz/the_housekeeper_noncon_facefucking_humiliation
This is great.. Really like the aftercare at the end too. More?