The Visitor [D/s] [M/f] [Cheating] [NC]

I guess this wont be everyone’s cup of tea given the content and slightly unusual writing style. However, it certainly had the desired effect on the subject of the story so I’m hopeful there is someone out there who will enjoy it…

You are home alone when I come.

A knock at your door.

You open it and see me.

A moments confusion.

Then realisation.

Blue eyes.

A knowing grin.

The stranger that has teased you so.

That has dominated your fantasies.

Your heart skipping a beat.

But liking what you see.

The spark definitely there between us.

But he wouldn’t want you to let me in.

You even try to be a good wife.

You tell me you can’t see me now.

That you will message me later.

That you can meet me at my hotel.

But I dont want you later.

I want you now.

Just the two of us.

So I push the door open.

Step inside.

You gasp.

Your mouth suddenly dry.

The core of you suddenly liquid.

You tell me again that I can’t be here.

That he will be back soon.

That I have to go.

I advance a step.

You back away.

Still protesting.

Right up to the moment.

When I raise a hand.

Press my fingers to your pretty mouth.

Shhh.

Running down over your jaw.

Watching for your reaction.

You flinch a little.

But don’t pull away.

I tilt your face up toward me.

Trace down your neck.

Close my long fingers slowly around your throat.

Your eyes go wide and scared.

But your cunt clenches.

Hard.

Betrayed by your secret desires.

Except they’re not so secret now are they?

My body right up close.

After all this time.

After all those words exchanged.

All of those things I told you I would do to you.

Suddenly a reality.

My blue eyes locked on yours.

I dont say a word but with my other hand I lift your dress.

You let me.

A shocked gasp as I roughly tear away your panties.

Another as I push two fingers deep into your pulsing cunt.

Pull you toward me.

My other hand still tight around your throat.

Not squeezing.

Just holding you firmly in place.

You are already very wet.

I begin to fuck you hard with my fingers.

You get wetter still.

I ease the pressure around your throat a little.

You begin to pant in time with the movement of my hand.

Rhythmic.

Fingers deep.

The heel of my hand pressed up against your clit.

Your cunt pure liquid.

Squelching with every movement.

Letting me know exactly what you are.

Exactly what you want.

It doesn’t take long.

I feel you clench around my fingers as you build.

Once.

Twice.

I squeeze your throat a little tighter.

Lift you onto the balls of your pretty bare feet.

Right there by your own front door.

Still slightly open.

My face up close to yours.

Watching you.

You try to shake your head.

“No.”

A final act of defiance.

I kiss the corner of your mouth.

Whisper into your ear.

“Yes.”

You should be scared.

Your husband will be home soon.

Your children.

You should be appalled.

Instead your hips begin to buck in time.

Once.

Twice.

I can feel that you are about to cum.

So I stop.

I smile as you gasp and clench around my fingers.

Right at the edge.

So close.

You know that feeling well.

I have trained you to know that feeling well.

What happens when you deny your body what it needs.

But this is even more intense.

Good.

I want you wet.

Open.

Unable to think of anything.

Other than what your cunt needs.

Mine now…

I give you the briefest moment to get your breath back.

Then ease you away from the wall.

Step around behind you.

Your breathing is quick and ragged.

I can feel your pulse thumping beneath my fingers.

I whisper in your ear.

“Get on your knees.”

You do as you are told.

My good girl.

My married whore.

I lean down.

Twine my fingers into your hair.

My hand tight at the nape of your neck.

Whisper into your ear again.

“It would be so easy to overpower you.”

I feel a little shudder go through you at my words.

Not sure whether it is fear or desire.

I suspect the latter.

I give you a moment to dwell on your predicament.

Then whisper again.

“But that isn’t what I want.”

“At least not today.”

Instead I fold you forward.

Face down.

Ass up.

Your eyes are shut.

But that’s ok.

You can pretend to be passive.

But your cunt gives you away.

Sopping wet.

Spread open.

Still fluttering from your near orgasm.

I kneel.

Take out my cock.

So hard for you that it almost hurts.

My balls feel tight and full.

I have waited for this moment.

A good girl would have asked me to leave.

But not you.

You just raise your hips.

Presenting.

You know it’s wrong.

That a good wife wouldn’t do this.

Wouldn’t want it so badly.

But I know you lack the will to stop.

This is what it is to be owned.

This is what it is to be dominated.

I know what you want but haven’t yet learned to ask for.

What your husband can’t give you.

Now your turn to whisper.

“Please be quick.”

But it won’t be quick.

I’m going to fuck you.

Right there in your family home.

I’m going to fuck you slowly.

Savour you.

Fill you.

I own you.

You are mine.

To use as I please.

A brief moment of slick pressure as my cock parts you.

Spreads you.

Then I am sliding into you.

Bare and unprotected.

We both moan at the sensation.

Every inch of my cock inside you.

Filling you.

Stretching you.

So much bigger than you are used to.

So much deeper.

Gliding in to the balls.

Then all the way back out.

Then in again.

Slow at first.

Then faster.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

Relentless.

Fucking you hard.

Rougher than you are accustomed to.

My full length balls deep into that pretty pussy.

Right now you are not a wife.

Not a mother.

Nothing but a slut.

Taking your masters cock.

Outside in the street.

I pass a man with some children as I leave.

I smile and he half smiles back; confused.

Inside, you straighten your clothes.

Smooth down your dress.

Try to get your breathing back under control.

Your emotions in check.

Splash cold water on your flushed face.

When he arrives you kiss his cheek.

Ask about his day.

Fuss over the children.

A respectable wife and mother.

All the while my thick cum slides from your still pulsing cunt.

So much of it still inside you.

The taste still in your mouth.

Ashamed.

Guilty.

But still excited.

Still full of desire.

You want me to come back and fuck you again.

Make you cum a fourth time.

Tomorrow I will.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/gojq69/the_visitor_ds_mf_cheating_nc