My Mom and Dad love to dote on my brother and his family. Anyone in a similar situation knows what it’s like, so I won’t get into it here. As usual, I got the nagging phone call Saturday morning about how I “don’t spend enough time with my family” blah blah. It had been a few weeks, so I agreed I’d stop by my brother’s house that afternoon for a cookout.
My brother and his family are that typical douche family you see in every suburb: He’s better than everyone else with his flashy car and bimbo bottle blond wife. His two girls were bred to be clones of their bitchy mother and despite my love for them as my nieces, annoying the shit out of me. His wife and I have a love-hate relationship in that we both love to hate each other.
Saturday was no different than every other: Backhanded comments and slights masked as compliments. At this point, I’m pretty immune to it and just ignore most of them. I’ve learned to tune out the majority of the conversation until someone says something so over the top that my brain slams back to reality. After two hours, I was getting agitated. My brother was going off about another one of his big real estate deals while his wife continued to talk about how great she was because she spread her legs and popped out two kids. I decided it was time to leave, so I got up and used the bathroom.
After finishing and cleaning up, I opened the door to find Cindy (my brother’s wife) standing there. She was red from drinking or being mad at me, not sure which and for some reason, how flushed she was made me laugh. Oops, wrong move: “What the fuck is your problem and what are you laughing at?”
This is where I should have just said nothing and left, but I’m tired of the pandemic, tired of having to deal with stupidity and ten years of rage came out, so I replied: “My problem? The fact that you exist is my problem. You are a complete waste of a human. All you talk about is how great you are because you are a mom. Let me tell you: You are a drunk and honestly, a bad mom. I feel bad for those two because you’re teaching them there’s nothing in life other than their need to get older, find a guy, get fucked, and be barefoot and pregnant.”
I continued, even I the look of complete and utter shock on her face turned to anger: “Cindy, face it, all you’re good for is to be used as a fuck toy. You are nothing more than an adequate piece of ass that should be on your knees sucking dick. And I bet my brother does not even train you to do that right.” I grabbed her arm before she could finish her attempt to slap me and stared her down until I felt her arm relax. I let her go and walked out. Said a quick goodbye to my Mom, Dad and dick of a brother and then left. Thankfully, Cindy stayed inside until I left.
Sunday passed uneventfully. I did not feel remotely bad about telling Cindy off, but I also dreaded the sure to be coming lectures from my Mom or brother, depending on what Cindy said and who she told. I was definitely surprised when I received a text Monday morning around 9: “Hey, is it possible for you to stop by and talk about Saturday? I do not like how we left it. Please, I’m not mad and just want to talk”. After a short debate over whether I should just try to smooth it over or wait and deal with the consequences, I responded: Fine, I’ll be over shortly. I had a light morning, so why not fill it with drama?
When I got to their house, she let me in and I followed her to the kitchen. The kids were in school and my brother, typical douche, ran back to work as soon as the doors opened. Cindy was in her usual trendy, yet ugly, getup: Ass ugly green blue plaid button down, surely some designer brand that cost hundreds of dollars, tight stark white jeans and being that it was still early spring, close to knee high light brown leather boots. She stopped next to the center island, turned, and made eye contact. We were about 3 feet away, which was still a bit too close for me for comfort. A quick step and swing and she could make contact. “Do you really think al I’m good for is to be used as a fuck toy and that I should be on my knees sucking dick?” she asked. Great, here we go. Fuck it, I am up for a fight: Glad you were sober enough to remember the conversation. I stand by what I said, including my dickhead brother’s inability to control you.
Cindy took a step towards me and I braced for a slap. I was still tensed as she knelt in front of me and started to fumble at my belt. Clearly this conversation was over and the morning was heading in a completely different direction than I expected. This is where I could say years of pent-up family frustration led me to a regrettable morning, but I have to be honest: Cindy, while a bitch, works out and has a nice body. Like any guy, I’m perpetually horny and when faced with a willing partner, am less inclined to say no. The thought of dominating my brother’s wife just added to my willingness, so being the gentleman I’m not, I quickly helped with my belt and jeans.
Seconds later, Cindy’s warm lips were engulfing my rock-hard cock as she tentatively started to explore. I grabbed her ponytail and held tight as I started to fuck her face. “Bitch, fuck toys don’t get set the pace. Your job is to suck my cock while I fuck your mouth. You’ll know when I’m done with you because my cum will be shooting down your throat.” She just moaned against my hard thrusts. I’d say I’m pretty average in every way. I work out and stay in shape and my cock tips just about six inches fully erect. I’ve been told I’m not too long, not too short, not too thick, not too thin: Like I said, average. And guess what, I’m completely fine with that.
I’m in a long-distance relationship and haven’t seen my fiancée in a month, so other than the daily wank, I’ve got a lot of pent-up sexual energy. Cindy did her best to take my rough fucking of her mouth but was lucky to get about half my dick in her mouth. She was starting to tear up as my speed increased. The entire time, even through the tears, she kept eye contact. I gripped her ponytail tighter and held her against me, continuing to thrust in and out of her warm, wet, soft mouth. I alternated between quick, hard strokes and slow, long strokes. On the slower strokes, she was able to take more of me and showed promise. Admittedly, I thought about how fun longer term it could be to teach her how to take my cock down her throat.
I was not looking at a clock and would love to say I face fucked her for a long time, but in reality, I’m guessing I barely made it five minutes before I felt the familiar sensation. Quickly, I pulled back and while she looked with a bit of surprise, I used my free hand to stroke myself. As I watched my cum shoot out in spurts, landing all over that ugly plaid shirt, I was really glad my morning laziness won over my usual desire to stroke in the shower.
I emptied my balls and let go of her hair. Still on her knees, she stared at me with an angry look and asked: “What the fuck is wrong with you? This fucking shirt is ruined”. “Cindy, you little slut: You think the shirt is the only thing that will be covered in my cum by the end of the morning?” Without waiting for her to answer, I grabbed her by the neck, gently enough not to really hurt, but forceful enough to show her I was in control and told her to stand.
Getting up was a little awkward seeing I didn’t let go, but she managed. Once she was on her feet, I kept a loose grip on her neck and grabbed at her jeans between her legs. She was soaked and for a second, I thought maybe she’d peed herself. I looked down and you could clearly see the dark wetness on her jeans. “Wow Cin, you are like a little bitch in heat.”
I roughly turned her around and pushed her down so she was bent over the island. She was still fully clothed as I gave her ass a few nice, hard slaps. “Ow, what the fuck?” “Oh, I’m just warming up. Shut the fuck up and take it, you little wench!” She squirmed as I held her against the countertop. I couldn’t help but enjoy knowing my brother had prepped dinner on the same surface his wife’s cum stained shirt was rubbing against. Cindy was still trying to push against my hand each time I slapped her ass and it was starting to get hard holding her back down. I looked and saw a towel next to me.
“Don’t move, I’ll be right back. If you move, it is going to just be harder on you when I get back. Before grabbing the towel, I removed my jeans and boxers. I may have looked a little funny in socks (no shoe house) and a t shirt, but I did not really care. My cock was quickly starting to get life back into it, so I had a one-track mind at this point. Surprisingly, Cindy behaved and stayed put. I spent a few seconds admiring the view: She was bent over the dark granite counter with her legs slightly apart. He cheek was against the surface, hands to each side, and she was faced away from me. Her ass strained against the tight white jeans enough that I could see the outline of her full panties. It always made me angry that she was enough of a prude that she did not wear thongs. Who wants to see panty lines? The dark spot on her jeans had expanded so that it was starting to cover her inner thighs.
“Put your arms behind your back” I commanded. She hesitated, so I slapped her ass hard enough to elicit a whimper followed by her quickly sighing and putting her hands as requested. I used the towel best I could to tie her hands. At the least, it made it easier to hold her down if needed. Steeping back, I grabbed her pants at the waist and pulled down. Stretch jeans have to be one of the best inventions ever! I removed them just far enough that I’d have access to her moist snatch but not far enough that she’d have much freedom of movement. As expected, Miss pretend goody two shoes was wearing off-white full panties like some good little catholic mom. I planted a few nice hard slaps against the silky fabric before forcefully pulling them down. “Damn woman! You’re so fucking wet that there’s a line of juices between your messy ass bush and your granny panties!” I remarked while still holding her against the counter. “Fuck you Jake” was her response.
I spent the next 30 seconds making her regret that response as I peppered both her tight ass cheeks with firm slaps. The only sounds in the room were the contact of my hand against her bare skin followed by a string of fucks, oh gods and ows! I marveled at the redness and heat of her cheeks after finishing my rhythmic drumming. I have seen Cindy in bathing suits before, so I was confident she didn’t shave. A quick glance confirmed that she was sporting an unkempt black bush that most seventies era women would be proud of. Her hair was matted against a sea of wetness and she was one of the muskiest smelling women I have been close to. I would not say bad, but strong indeed.
Knowing she would be able to handle it, I roughly slid two fingers in her tight slit. She moaned and pushed against my hand as I finger fucked her, rough and quick. “You like that you little cum slut? I knew you’d like a rough fuck, you stupid slut.” She responded by grunting and pushing harder against me. At this point, my cock was hard and standing at attention again, but I wasn’t ready to fuck her yet. I slid a third finger next to the other two and fucked her, twisting and thrusting my fingers with each stroke. My other hand was still firmly between her shoulder blades, pushing her against the could counter.
“Look at you, you little slut. You’re gushing all over my fingers you dirty bitch. If only my brother could see you now and see what kind of whore you are. You’d like that you little bitch, wouldn’t you?” Each word brought her moaning tighter and wetter against my fingers, closer and closer to losing control and cumming for me. Knowing she was on edge, with a smooth transition, I took my top two fingers and slid them into her ass while having the third finger still bury itself in her pussy. She immediately tightened against me, almost breaking the two fingers buried two knuckle deep in her ass. I pushed her towards the counter as she exclaimed: “What the fuuuu….” She didn’t get the rest out because as she opened her mouth, I let my pinky finger flick across her sensitive clit. Like it or not, being violated in both holes by my fingers while having her sensitive clit played with sent her so hard over the edge that she was a shaky, gushing mess against my fingers. I kept up for another 30 seconds, fucking both her ass and pussy with my fingers, all while she moaned and begged me to stop.
I stood with my hand lightly on her back, admiring her glistening ass, pussy and messy panties, all while her legs trembled. “You asshole! Why the fuck did you finger my ass? That’s off limits!” she cried out.
“Cindy, you little slut. I told you you’re here for my enjoyment. My fuck toy. So get the fuck over it!” Of course, this was followed by a few more smacks on her ass, just to drive home the point. Right as she went to say something else, I positioned behind her and in one thrust, buried my cock deep in her tight wet pussy. The heat was amazing! She had larger lips than my fiancé, so it felt especially nice having her pussy grip against my cock as I began to stroke in and out of her.
I love round two sex. Don’t get me wrong, sex in general is great, but being more sensitive while being able to last longer is second to none. Again, I will not pretend to know how long I pounded her against the cabinet, but I do know it resulted in bruising on the front of her thighs. I also will not lie and say we were not totally into it. She continued slop her wet pussy all over my cock and as I promised to her, I was not gentle.
After a while, I decided to push my dominance a little more. My cock was literally soaked with her juices, so I firmed my hand against her back, grabbed my cock, and lined it up with her fiery little asshole. Despite her protests, I slowly spread that glorious bitchy little asshole with my cock. “Oh my god, what the fuck Jake? Are you fucking for real? Fuck, fuck fuck” was the mantra as I ever so slowly slinked my way into her ass. “I fucking hate you, you dick!” as she continued her protest, all while also pushing back against my cock, urging me further into her ass.
“You stupid cunt Cindy! You sit her and protest while your ass hungrily swallows my dick. So fucking tight. I knew you were a tight ass and I’m going to enjoy filling you up with my hot cum!” She continued to squirm under my as I slowly fucked her tight hole. My cock glistened with her juices as I began to quicken my pace. “There you go, you nice little fuck toy. You are so much more enjoyable when you’re moaning and shut that pretty little face of yours! We are going to have such a fun summer. By the end, you’ll take my dick up your ass dry and love it!”
I am pretty sure she came and I wanted to ask, but it seemed part of the whole allure for her was my using her as a fuck toy and really, who gives a fuck whether a fuck toy enjoys itself, so instead, I continued to fuck her ass until I felt the rush of blood signifying I was going to blow my load. I barely pulled out of her ass before shooting another large load of cum, purposely aimed into the crotch of her panties. Unfortunately, her gaping ass pulsing while I stared helped distract me enough that some of my spray ended up hitting the ass side of her jeans, but most landed where I wanted it.
I stood back, finally letting Cindy loose. She stood and turned to me, her look one of mixed emotions. I couldn’t tell if she was fired up with hatred, lust, disgust or something else, but it was almost comical watching her red face as she tried to muster a little dignity and pull her panties up, followed by her jeans. I watched and noticed small bruises already forming where her thighs met the counter. Her shirt was dry and stained and the smell around us was a mixture of sweat, cum and musky pussy.
“Are we clear now?” I part asked, part demanded.
Cindy nodded, still clearly flustered and likely afraid of betraying whatever emotions she was feeling.
“Good. You pick the kids up at 2?”
Another nod. “Good. Now, a couple important things you need to remember: one: I like your outfit. I will be facetiming you at 1:15 today. You better still be in it and if for a second, I think you have not worn it all day, the next time I come over, you will not be able to sit for a week. Two: when you do change before pick up, I want you to take the panties, jeans and shirt and put them away somewhere my dickhead brother will not find them. You do not wash them. I have other plans. Three: You do not shower today or tonight. When you go to bed, in the unlikely event you two have sex, I want his dick sloshing in my sloppy seconds. I doubt he will be smart enough to figure out you have been cum all over, but if he does, well, you figure it out. I want to go to sleep tonight knowing my brother went to sleep next to my well used fuck toy, understand?”
Now her look was one of lust and obedience. “Yes Jake, I understand.”
“Great. Talk to you at 1:15.” With that, I got dressed and left without another word.
At 1:15, she answered my facetime and was still dressed as I asked. I made her pull down pants and panties and saw the complete mess I had made earlier. Her hair was still a matted mess, so it was clear she had done as she was told and did not shower.
“Good little fuck toy. Now go change and pick up your kids. While you’re there talking to all the other bitchy housewives, I want you to think about my dick fucking that tight little ass of yours. I will text you early Thursday morning with instructions before our next session.”
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/nbsom8/my_new_fucktoy_long
So hot! Hope it’s not the last
Wow. Where did you learn how to do that?
Fucking hot hope too read part 2