Since Saturday morning, I have had a long running text conversation with Cindy. She ranges between feeling guilty to talking about how it was the best night of her life. Honestly, it was starting to get a little annoying, especially seeing I was looking to chill for the long weekend. By Tuesday, I was ready to get back to work and hit the ground running, so I pretty much ghosted her from Monday evening through Tuesday. Around noon, I get a knock on the door. Not expecting anyone, I thought about ignoring it, but the knocking intensified.
As I opened the door, Cindy walked in, not even waiting for an invite. She looked a little flustered and I wondered if this was the “oh shit” moment I have been dreading the last few weeks. Turning to me, hands on her side, lips slightly pouty, she starts: “Jake, I can’t stop thinking about the other night. I am constantly wet and horny. I need you to fuck me. Please Jake?” I let out the breath I had not even realized I was holding in. Not responding immediately, I walked over to the kitchen counter, where I had my laptop earlier, getting ready to find something for lunch.
Out of the corner of my eye, I can see Cindy getting more agitated by my lack of comment. I pretended to look at emails just to see what she was going to do next. She walked over to the table, back turned to me, and in one move, bent over and flipped the hem of her skirt to her waist. I could see not only her lack of panties, but the silver glint of a plug handle nestled between those gorgeous ass checks. She must be hugely horny to be walking around like that.
As I walked closer, I asked: “You have a fucking husband, go fuck him. Or is he too impotent to get the job done?” Reaching her, I grabbed her hands, which were still holding the skirt high, and cupped my hand around both of her thin wrists, grip tight, as I pushed her roughly towards the table. “Ow, that hurts” was her response as she pressed into the cold wood. I landed two quick whacks on her bare skin, watching the ensuing jiggles as the slaps echoed in the quiet room.
“I asked you a question Cindy. I” slap, “expect” slap, “an” slap, “answer” slap, “slut” slap. Realizing I was at an odd slap, I landed another for good measure. Looking down, I could see her cunt leaking juices down her leg, slickening her inner thighs. Tears in her eye, she finally answered “I rode him Sunday and last night, but you know that’s not the same.” I grabbed the plug handle and pulled, knowing the quick exit would cause her discomfort. She cried out while I watched her cute asshole quickly close to normal tightness.
The steel toy was hot to the touch as I slid it through her wet pussy lips, coating it with her natural lubrication. Slower this time, I worked the plug back in her waiting ass. She was breathing heavy from the shock of the toy’s removal, but the continuing leaky faucet between her legs gave away how much she enjoyed being used and abused. Plug back in, I added a few more slaps for good measure, feeling the rising heat as my hand met soft, fleshy ass. She was whimpering quietly on the table.
I stepped back, letting go, and commanded her “Get on your fucking knees, you cocksucking whore. This is what you want” I said, grabbing my cock as I removed my shorts and underwear. “Come choke on it, you stupid, horny, house wife. Come get what my brother’s not man enough to give you.” Within seconds, she was on her knees, eagerly swallowing my tasty, pre-cum soaked cock. Grabbing her head, I force myself into her mouth and down her throat, not letting up as she chocked and gagged. After a few seconds, I pulled her head back, letting her take a breath: “Is this what you wanted Cindy? You want me to fucking use you during my lunch break, defile you and discard you like a rag I just jerked off into?”
She just moaned and looked hungrily at my cock, waiting for me to fuck her mouth more. No way I was being gentle today: I continually buried my cock forcefully in her mouth until I could fell the head of my cock bend and try to force its way down her throat. It was not the most comfortable position, but my power over her more than made up for it. I continued until I noticed she was touching herself. Grabbing her hair, I stepped back and pulled her up. Lucky for her, she’s in good shape and could easily go from kneeling to standing, otherwise she may have experienced even more pain.
I pulled her body into mine, grabbing the wrist of the hand she was touching herself with. Bringing it up, I could see the gooey, creamy mess on her fingers. “Did I tell you to fucking touch yourself?” I asked? With a look of fear and concern, she tried shaking her head no, quietly saying “No Jake, sorry.” “Sorry you will be” I responded, telling her to suck on her fingers and make sure every drop of her “slutty juices” were cleaned up. This only served to add to her pleasure and she openly moaned as she tasted herself.
I pulled her shirt up and off, exposing her white lace bra underneath. After pulling the cups down, popping her tits out, I reached in, grabbed both nipples, and pinched hard. “Oh, fuck Jake, that hurts. Please. That hurts?” I continued, asking her “Please what? Please stop or please continue treating you like the worthless slut you are?” Again, she just moaned as I continued to pull and pinch at her rosy, red nipples. After a few minutes, seeing how flush and ready she was, I spun her around and roughly pushed her against the granite counter, smiling as she gasped, her sensitive nipples mashing against the cold stone.
As always, I was able to slide completely inside her dripping pussy. Cindy’s moans matched the intensity of my hard cock slamming deep inside her. I noticed my phone nearby, so I called out: “Hey Siri, call Paul.” As Siri responded in the affirmative, I felt Cindy tighten against my dick, whispering “Jake, you ass. What the fuck?” Before the phone starts ringing, I quickly laugh and tell her “You have always had a problem keeping your mouth shut. This will be good training.”
Paul answered on the second ring, channeling his best annoyed voice, asking “Jake, what’s up. I’m at work and slammed.” Speaking of slammed, I slowly started pumping in and out of his wife’s hot twat. “Love you too bro. Just calling to see what was up with mom and dad. Haven’t talked to them lately.” He sighed and started on about this not being a call worthy of his precious time. I was pretty much ignoring him, instead watching his wife, biting her lip to the point she could be drawing blood, and I will not lie, it made me slide into her faster.
Not wanting to push it too far, I told my brother he was an ass and to go back to his important job. After hearing the click, I laughed, and Cindy let out a deep breath. Rather than a nasty comment, she just started chanting “oh fuck” over and over, all while I continued to pound her. I could tell she was getting close, so I pulled out and moved slightly to the side. She was still pinned under the weight of my hand on her back: my hand, with a quick snap of the wrist, landed hard against her left ass. “Ow!” she yelled out. Ignoring her pleas to stop, I landed several hard smacks against her already red ass. “Next time you decide to show up unannounced, panty-less and plugged, keep in mind you will be punished. I guess that means you’ll be showing up all the time announced, like the horny bitch you are.”
Looking at the clock, I realized we were coming up on my next meeting, so I slammed back inside. Within seconds, she was coming hard against my cock. I continued holding her against the counter, pounding her tight pussy, until I felt myself close. Pulling out, I grabbed my hot, pussy creamed cock, and shot my load, spray after spray, across her cherry red ass. “Jake, are you fucking kidding me? Get me a towel” she demanded. I laughed and pulled her skirt over her messy ass, purposely patting it to soak up my cum. She managed to struggle around my hold and got close, staring daggers. I grabbed her cheeks and pulled her in for a rough kiss. After probing her mouth with my tongue, I pushed her away, telling her: “I’m done with you. Get out and make sure the door closes behind you.”
With a huff, she stared at me angrily, grabbed her bag, and stormed out. Smiling, I went to the bathroom to clean up, knowing full well she would be back again and again. She just could not get enough! Several minutes later, she texted: “This skirt is dry clean only. You’re such an asshole sometimes!”
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Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/nq49t2/my_little_fucktoy_unannounced_visit
You sure your brother doesn’t know? By this point it’s amazing he doesnt have something in the back of his head.