Forgotten appointment MF, CNC, Caution!

Trigger warning: This story is CNC based. Do not read further if you are not interested in consent non-consent!!

The weather had finally broke, my mood had lifted and I was going to be productive today. I slid on my favorite sundress and opened all the windows and the back French doors to let in the sea breezes and country air. I loved the smell of the salt water wafting in. I put on my workout mix tunes as loud as I could as I started dancing around the kitchen making some bread for dinner tonight. I was going to be making chicken cordon blue for my husband. I was hoping it would put him in the mood.

I had forgotten about the sexting I had done with some guy. I mean I stopped when my husband almost read a text. He was finally on board with having kids, I didn’t need to screw anything up now. As Dropkick Murphy came on movement caught my eye and I dropped the eggs I was carrying. There you were, the guy from the internet. How did you get in my house, how did you even know where I lived? Did I give you my address? My brain was trying to figure it all out as you came toward me.

You pinned me against the counter running your hands down my arms you murmur “your skin is as soft as I imagined.” My skin broke out in goosebumps. Your hands circled my wrists keeping them firmly at my sides while your mouth tenderly started to kiss, and nip at my lips. My brain was trying to figure out how you were so rough yet so sweet. As your mouth left mine and you started to nip down my vein in my neck I felt the first stirrings in between my legs. You flipped me around then using your belt to secure my arms behind my back. With your newly freed hands you pulled my straps off my shoulders, pulling them so tight you broke them. My dress slithered down my body puddling on the floor at my feet. You grabbed my hips, pulling me back against you were my ass felt the erection you were getting already. You bent slightly over me, I could feel you all along my back as your hand grabbed hold of my ass and you growled at me “don’t pretend you don’t like it. We talked about this exact thing.” I remembered suddenly exactly what you meant. I moaned and you took it as one of pleasure but it was more disgust that I ever thought about cheating. Your hand moved and I felt a finger slide between my ass cheeks gliding down to the back of my pussy.

My body betrayed me as I felt it getting even more turned on, and my panties getting soaked. Your other hand reached up curling around my neck pulling me into you. You kissed the curve of my jaw where it met my neck and told me how silky and lovely I felt. Then demanded for me to show me where the bedroom was. I walked slowly toward the hallway, you pushed me between my shoulder blades making me almost trip. I stop in front of the bedroom door and wait. You reach around me opening up the door. You practically drag my to the bed where you push me down. I flop onto it on my stomach and try to wiggle so my legs aren’t sticking straight out. You grab my ankles and slide me back to the edge. I feel you between my legs and then I feel your breath, and tongue on my inner thigh. You breathe in deeply as your tongue licks up my thigh toward my sex. I feel you slide my panties over and rub your nose against me, seconds before I feel your tongue lick me from clit to where my ass meets my slit. I can’t help the moan of pleasure this time. You continue the tirade with your tongue and I manage to wiggle back a little more so your face has better access. You slide my panties over my ass and down my legs as you pull back and stand up. Then I feel a sharp sting on my ass and then another on the other side. You tell me that’s what I get for being a dirty whore. Secretly your words make me even more wet. I feel you undoing the belt and for a moment I think about fleeing. I even try standing up, but am met by your strong arms pushing me back down.

You apparently came prepared because you flip me over and tie my arms to the head board. I try pulling on them only to feel no give, so go to twisting my legs to try and get you off me. I don’t remember being tied up as part of any of our chats. You trail kisses, nips, and tongue down my body, using your arms to control my legs and widen them. Then you tie them to the footboard. You stand at the end of the bed admiring your work as you pull your hard cock out.

I pull my head up enough to watch you glide your hand down your shaft creating a bead of precum. I lick my suddenly dry lips at the sight of it. You laugh and move to the side of the bed. I see you reach over to my nightstand and grab my brush. I’m completely confused why you need it then I feel the sting across my sex. I cry out and you soothe me by rubbing your hand down and across my clit. Then you pull back and slap it again causing me to cry out louder. Against my wishes I feel myself start to gush. The third slap of the brush stings less and I wiggle my hips against your finger. You pull them back and look at how pink and swollen you’ve made my lips and I see your cock twitch with desire. You take scissors and cut the center of my bra leaving me fully exposed to you now. You pull kick your jeans and boots off and climb over my body. Your cock brushing over my sensitive skin, and then without warning I feel you stretching me. The sensitive skin and lips sting slightly against the intrusion.

You take one of my breasts in your mouth the other in your hand as you start to fuck me roughly. The top of my head glancing off the headboard every time you shove into me. Your teeth pulling on my nipple to match your pace and then you switch breasts. Tormenting my other nipple by pinching it between your fingers while your teeth pull on the other side. I moan in a mix of pleasure and pain as I cum against your cock. I feel your hand smack me across my face as you growl I didn’t give you permission to cum yet, now they’ll be punishment. You slide off me, my pussy dripping my cum out as the sudden emptiness. You rummage through my drawers until you find my stash of toys. I hear you open the bottle of lube and swallow hard. I had once told you I didn’t like anal, but was trying to work up to letting my husband fuck my ass. I know you exactly what you intend to do and I’m definitely not sure I want it.

You undo one of my legs flipping me sideways and finger some lube onto my asshole. Then shove one finger in and out quickly before I feel the cold silicone against it. I cry out “no please stop” but you don’t. You spread my cheeks wided as you push it in. My muscles fighting against it. I’ve never used the largest size that you are trying to push further and further in. I feel it filling me completely and I’m panting from the pain, then I realize it’s not as much pain as it’s uncomfortable. Apparently satisfied with the plug you flip my back over and resecure my leg then climb back over me.

Your cock wastes no time sliding back into me as your hand wraps around my throat, just tight enough I struggle for a deep breathe in. You continue the maddening pace you set before. I feel so full from both my ass and pussy being used I’m quickly thrown to the edge of orgasm and start to cry out in moans. You shove yourself deep inside me and you growl “cum now you whore” and my body reacts. Tightening around you as I find my release. I can feel you shoot streams of cum deep inside me. Then you pull out and stand up. Throwing on your jeans and boots. You wink at me and say “I hope you enjoyed that” and walk out of the room. I lay there still tied up freaking out inside about what my husband will think when he comes home, but so exhausted from it all I don’t even think about how you left a plug in my ass, and cum leaking out of me.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/owh2qq/forgotten_appointment_mf_cnc_caution

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