[M]y New [F]ucktoy – The SIL Saga Continues

Continuation of a few stories. See profile for all. I’ve been asked if these will continue. Short answer: As long as the relationship lasts, I commit to putting the experiences to “paper” and share.

Editorial note: For those of you reading my other stories as well, you may note I refer to my fiancée here as “Ellie”, a change from another story where I referred to her as Rachel. Obviously, I am using fake names. Well, she ended up reading my other stories and asked I refer to her as someone different than Rachel. Apparently, Rachel was a name of an old friend, so I changed it. As for how she is okay with these stories… Well, that’s for another time.

I hung out with a few friends Sunday and then decided to catch up on work. I will not lie: most of the time, my mind was elsewhere thinking about this morning and watching Cindy lick those ripe panties! So much for work… Phone on stand, hit play, watch, and stroke. I guess I found a new kink! Monday morning was much of the same, albeit without the stroking and watching, but I did think a LOT about that perfect pink tongue, her nose scrunched up in disgust, slowly gliding against the stained and slightly hardened fabric.

During yet another boring meeting, my phone buzzed with a new text. It was Cindy: “When are you coming over? I need to “talk” to you.” I loved the talk in quotes. She was completely hooked on being a dirty whore and could barely hide it. No way I was able to make it there today, but I did see back-to-back meetings tomorrow where I could be audio only and mostly listen in. But rather than let her know, I wanted to see how desperate she would be, so I ghosted her.

A little while later: “Jake, I’m serious. I fucking hate myself for saying this, but I need you” was the next text. Still, I continued to ghost her. During lunch, a flurry of texts starting to come in: “Fuck you!” “Asshole” “I fucking hate you!” followed by a string of angry emojis, purposely sent one at a time to either annoy me or get my attention. It was the last text that really got my attention: she sent a picture, snapped from about her belly, showing two of her dainty fingers hovering less than an inch from her dark pink pussy lips. Hooray for Apple and their high-definition cameras. You could see the lines of grool hanging from her fingers.

Thirty seconds later, another: “Oh my god, I cannot believe I sent that. Please, please, please delete it” followed by a bunch of praying hands.

Finally, I responded: “Delete what?” That prompted an immediate call. “Jake, tell me you got the picture. Oh my god, please Jake.” I laughed, knowing she believed she may have sent it to the wrong person. “Oh” I started, “you mean that slutty little picture of you fingering yourself?”

“Oh my god, you’re such a dick Jake! Oh my god, I’m shaking right now. I thought I sent it to someone else. Delete it you jerk. You were ghosting me. Fuck. I hate you!” So much to unpack, so little time.

“First, I will most certainly not delete it, but I promise not to share it or show it to anyone.”

“Fine. You saw how wet I was. Come over, please.” I laughed and responded: “Ha, you are so pathetic. You sleep next to my brother every night and yet you are calling and texting me, begging me to come over and fuck you. Such a pathetic little slut!” She moaned and quietly begged “I hate myself right now, but please, I need you.”

“Learn how to pleasure yourself. Go grab a vibrator and fuck yourself. If you’re lucky, I’ll stop by tomorrow.” She sighed, then let me know she had no vibrator. Not completely surprised, but still, what kind of life if that? “Please come tomorrow Jake. I’ll keep begging you. I’m such a fucking loser, but I need you inside me.” Monday passed with me riding a huge power trip while shopping online for a fun vibrator for Cindy. The biggest choice was whether to make her order it, risking Paul seeing it or to just buy it and make it a fun surprise.

Tuesday morning rolled around and I woke up with one hell of a boner. The first hour of work felt like it was taking forever, but finally, my nine am call finished and I rushed out the door. Luckily, my brother’s house was under ten minutes away, so I had time before starting my next call at ten. The second my car was in park, Cindy was at the front door. They lived in a nice section of town and had one of those longer driveways with bushes and a wall out front, so it afforded a bit of privacy. I drive a non-descript black Honda, so it is easy enough to blend in and not arouse suspicion.

As I hit the top step, I commanded Cindy “Kneel and beg, now.” She hesitated just long enough for my brain to register and file for later punishment, then knelt on the hard stone. She had on a light blue sundress that covered about to her knees. I could tell by the way her nipples poked at the fabric that her perky c cup tits were bare and free. Glaring into her big green eyes, I waited. “Jake, take me upstairs and fuck me, please.”

“Why would I do that Cin?” I asked.

Her face flushed to a bright red, the heat of embarrassment rising. I lightly touched her with the back of my hand, watching her close her eyes and lean in, almost like a cat craving attention. “Because I’m your slutty fuck toy Jake and I am here for you to use. I want to be used. I want you to fill me with your cum.” While standing there, half hoping a friend or delivery person came up, I marveled at how, just a week before, Cindy and I could not stand one another. And now, standing on the front step of my brother’s house, I had his wife begging for me to use her.

“Get up and get in the house, pathetic little girl” I started, before adding “if you’re lucky, maybe I’ll let you be my cum dumster.” I followed her in the house, being sure to land a couple of smacks against her covered ass. I had ten minutes before my call so I went into the sitting room and plopped on the middle of the couch. Holding out my hand, I beckoned Cindy to come. Once I had her hand in mind, I roughly pulled her forward, so she landed firmly in my lap. “what the hell” she remarked as I tried to position her better over my lap, unceremoniously squishing her breasts against my leg. In porn, it seems so easy just to grab someone and position her for a good slapping, but I’m telling you, in real life, not even close.

With one hand, I grabbed her wrists and held them against her lower back: “ow Jake, that hurts.” Without a response, I lifted her dress and pushed it to her waist. “Cin, when the fuck are you going to learn not to wear these stupid fucking panties if I’m going to be over?” I asked while forcefully pulling her light pink, full brief undies to her thighs. “Actually, forget that. From now on, unless dickhead or the kids are home, you do not wear any panties, understand?” I continued while planting a hard slap firmly on her left as cheek, quick to remove my hand so I could watch the resulting jiggle. Even in good shape from running and working out, she had enough play that she jiggled nicely.

She squirmed and moaned as I landed slap after slap against her sensitive skin. Her ass was quickly matching the reddened cheeks, still flush with embarrassment and lust. “Even if you are wearing those ridiculous white pants and drip through them, you do not wear underwear.” More slaps now, causing her to change from moans to a slight whimper. “Answer me” I commanded, two harder slaps landing on her ass. That made her cry out a bit and she answered through clenched teeth: “Yes Jake, I understand.”

I stopped my barrage of slaps and rested my hand on her ass. The heat rising from both cheeks was insane, but as I explorer lower, forcing my hand between her thighs, I was met with an even stronger heat, betraying just how much she liked being spanked and humiliated. Unfortunately, my call was starting in a minute, so any remaining spanking would have to wait. I told her she could get up (again, not as easy as it looks) and went into the dining room. I quickly got the laptop out and set up. Before joining, I turned to Cindy and told her “Under the table and on your knees so you can suck my cock like a good little stay at home slut!”

Like I am sure a whole lot of you, I was dressed for Zoom success: Golf polo with a pair of Under Armor jogging shorts, no underwear. I slid my shorts off (no boxers today) while Cindy crawled under the table. I sat bare assed on her dining room chair and connected to my Zoom meeting as she connected her pouty lips to my waiting cock head. Although I could easily call in to the meeting, I decided it would be more fun on camera, so with a blurred background, I connected and said hi, before quickly going on mute.

I reached down and grabbed Cindy’s ponytail, applying pressure to urge her to take more of my dick in her slutty mouth. I easily lost interest in the meeting, but tried to fake interest while I pulled her back and moved slightly, wordlessly encouraging her to suck my balls. I stopped caring whether I looked like I was distracted or not as she slurped her wet mouth between my balls and my hard cock. About halfway through the meeting, my computer chimed with an instant message: “Dude, you okay this morning? You look, I dunno, kind of off” Asked Chris, a coworker and friend.

I grabbed my phone, which was on the table, and texted him in response: “Yeah, just getting my balls sucked, LOL!” He responded: “I thought Ellie was still out of town?” I responded “Yeah man, just wishful thinking on my part. Kind of worn out from my workout this morning, you know how it is.” I continued to text and ignore the meeting for a few minutes until Cindy decided to start sucking my cock and massage my balls at the same time. I knew I would not last much longer, so I put down my phone and went back to pulling on her ponytail with encouragement, pushing her down further on my dick each time.

That is when I heard my name: “Jake – anything to add here?” Yeah, I would like to add, in about thirty seconds, I plan on filling my sister-in-law’s mouth with a huge load of cum. Instead, I unmuted and responded “Mike, I think you covered it. Want to move on to timeline?” As I hit mute again, I pulled Cindy’s head back so only the tip of my cock was in her mouth, then clenched my ass cheeks on the wooden chair, arched slightly, and unloaded a stream of hot, stick cum into Cindy’s moaning mouth.

I held her head, even as she choked a little, reveling in the power and satisfaction of knowing she was trying her best to swallow my cum. When I finally let go, she back off and choked a little more, gasping for breath. I clicked off the camera so I could look down at her and smirk: “We’ll work on the ending, but I have to say, you may have some value after all, good little cocksucker.” Yep, there it was, that fiery Cindy look of lust, hatred, contempt, and desire.

I told her to get up and take the dress off while flipping the camera back on and saying goodbye to my coworkers on the call. Attention back to Cindy, I smiled seeing her knees, red from being on the hard floor. I had her turn in a slow circle, smirking as I caught sight of her still enflamed butt cheeks. “Hey Cindy, work on those tan lines. I expect them to be gone within a week or two.” She blushed, knowing better than to say anything because there is no way she forgot last year when I dropped by unannounced and caught her sunbathing on their back porch, completely naked. Nothing happened other than her screaming at me, but I got a good look of her backside. Her ass, always nice, definitely looked better now, reddened as it was.

I sent a request to move my next meeting, logged off and put the laptop away. I grabbed my bag and shorts and told Cindy we were heading upstairs. I resisted more slaps as she walked in front of me, instead thinking about how I could make the most of the afternoon. At the top of the stairs, she turned, stared and asked: “Can I go pee or do you want to watch, pervert?” I cupped her right breast and twisted her nipple a bit, responding “drop the attitude, or I’ll spend the next hour making sure you can’t sit tonight!”

I rushed into their bedroom, dropped my bag and shorts, and turned on their TV. I made sure the volume was off and grabbed my phone. When Cindy finished and returned, I told her to sit on the edge of the bed. “Why is the TV on?” she asked. Oh Cindy, such a good question. Without a word, I sent the recording of our facetime to the TV via airplay. “You sick pervert” she yelled, while at the same time lunging at me. I grabbed her by both hands and forced her to sit.

“You’re calling me a sick pervert Cin? Ha. Look at yourself licking those panties. Don’t lie to me, you loved it! I bet you got yourself off after, didn’t you?” I was fully on top of her, having pinned her hands over her head, and could have easily slid right in. Instead, I pulled her back sitting and sat next to her, one leg draped over hers, so she could not really move. She relaxed her arms, so I let go and told her to behave and watch the show. I made sure it was set to loop and watched her as she watched the video.

It was then I realized, more than before, that I had found a hidden gem in Cindy. Her expression changed from annoyance to sheer lust as the video finished the first round and looped back to the beginning. I moved my leg and reached for her thigh. Without moving her eyes from the screen, she quickly opened her legs to give me access. Her body was unable to contain her excitement, juices freely flowing from her hot snatch. Two fingers easily slid into her burning hot desire, causing her to moan loudly. “I’m so fucking wet. Fuck me Jake. Please fuck my tight twat.” I actually stopped for a second, caught in surprise by her use of the word twat. “Wow Cin, who knew you had such a vivid vocabular?” I asked as I recovered and continued fingering her. I quickly worked two fingers in her ass and two her in slick pussy before resting my thumb on her perfect pearl-like clit.

This would be another one of the ever-growing moments to add to my spank bank: Cindy had both hands behind her, propping her up with her back arched and shoulder blades pinched. Her leg closest to mine was limberly behind me, with her other leg bent. All of this resulted in giving me easy access and a view of her breasts heaving with each rapid breath. I turned to the TV and timed my finger thrusts to match the speed of her tongue licking at the panties. Cindy continued to stare at the screen, mesmerized while watching her on dirty little self on the oversized TV.

“fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck” was the chant as she tightened so much I thought my fingers would snap in two. Seconds later, she shuddered and starting shaking, clenching my fingers in her holes so tightly I just had to let her finish and ride the wave. I looked down at the milky white mess around my fingers and had a complete desire to bury my face and lick her all day long.

Instead, I pulled my fingers out, grabbed her ponytail with my other hand, and half-forced, half-slid my four fingers in her mouth, telling her “suck them clean slut. Taste your ass and pussy.” She was so horny, she did not hesitate sucking my fingers until I stopped and pulled them away. I laid across the bed with my head at the end closest to the TV and placed both feet squarely on my brother’s pillow. “ride me now. It’s time for me to fill you up!” She settled easily on my cock, pausing once she hit my legs. I looked up and watched as she slowly set the pace, pulling almost completely off my cock before slamming herself back down. Her eyes were wide, still mesmerized by the looping video. And I thought I got off on it!

I reached out and grabbed both ass cheeks roughly. She looked down and cried out: “Jake, I’m still sore. That really hurts. I mean, in a not fun way hurt.” I smirked and squeezed again. “Ow”, she cried out and fell forward forcefully, pushing both hands into my chest. I continued to squeeze and let go, happily torturing her a little. Right as I started to feel a little guilty about being rough, she started slamming down on my dick harder and faster. That made me continue to grab and spank her ass, adding her cries of ow to the ongoing noises of our sloppy sex.

By the time I finished inside her, she was really spent and collapsed on my chest, breathing heavily. A few minutes later, she got up and pleaded with me to join her in the shower. As much as I wanted to have another round of steamy shower sex, I had to get ready for an afternoon of meetings, so I told her: “Next time, but only if you behave. I don’t care if something hurts or not, you need to take it like a good slut and not complain.”

I slipped my shorts on and grabbed my phone and bag. I left the TV on but stopped the video. Cindy was at the door and turned back. I was admiring her ass, which now was not only red, but had my fingerprints on it as well. “Hey Cindy, I think we finally found of use for those granny panties of yours: You’ll need to be careful not to show off that ass when it bruises!”

“Jake, you’re an asshole. Fuck you. I hate you so much. And I cannot believe you recorded that video. I will not ask you to delete, but seriously, do not fucking show anyone. I hate you and I hate myself right now, but you are right, I love being as you say, your little fuck toy. That video goes anywhere, we’re done.” I know she was serious and right, but I just responded: “We are done only when and if I say we are done.”

She glared at me before walking to the bathroom. Without turning back, she decided to have the last word: “And by the way, those panties from the video, I did not wash them.” With a slam of the door, she was gone. I stood, jaw dropped, thinking about the implications of that last statement, and more importantly, what I could do with the information.

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