Fay strikes again 32(f)

So I was sitting at my house with my husband, enjoying his company and a little wine when a text came through to my phone. It was Fay. I rolled my eyes and ignored it. I really didnt want to deal with him today. My husband and I continued to chat and drink when my phone received another text, and then another, and another. “Jeez babe, your phone is really blowing up.” My husband said.
“Yeah, I better see what’s going on.” I opened the texts and Fay was demanding we meet up.
The last text read “You’re going to want to answer or I’ll just have to text your hubby.” I figured he was bluffing. How could he get his number? As I was thinking, sure enough, my husband’s phone received a text. I was filled with dread, my heart dropped to the pit of my stomach and I felt fear coursing through my body. He checked his phone and looked confused.
“Who is it?” I inquired.
“I’m not sure, it’s a number I’ve never seen and all they said was ‘hi’. Must be a wrong number.” Could that really be Fay? I could check the number but I didn’t want to alert my husband.
“Hmmm, weird.” I said as I pulled out my phone. I quickly sent a text to that pervert.
“Don’t text my husband, what do you want?”
“You’re lucky, I was just about to send him some footage of our little rendezvous, that would be hard to explain, huh?” What a smug asshole. “I need for you to meet me at the motel. Same room, my treat ;)”
“I can’t come right now, I’m with my husband and me just leaving would make him suspicious.” I retorted.
“Save that bullshit for someone that cares. I need you over here, you have an hour or I send the footage out.” He made a point to send me the video as well. I quickly put my phone down.
“Is everything ok?” My husband asked. I didnt realize how noticeably distraught I looked.
“Yeah, everything is fine, I have to run out for a little bit, looks like there was an issue at the college.” I got up and started grabbing my things.
“Oh, ok. Well what’s going on there that’s so important?” He was rightfully puzzled.
“There’s some emergency at the college and they need me.”
“Ok, that’s weird.”
“I’m sorry babe, I’m not sure what’s going on but I’m sure it’ll be quick.” As I said that, thoughts of what Fay was going to demand were invading my mind. ‘Maybe he’ll just jerk off to me again. Just pull on that huge cock and be done’ I thought. ‘But what if he wants more?’
“Uhh Ok, well be quick, I miss you already.” He sighed. I smiled at him, trying to push the thoughts of Fay away. My husband was gorgeous, the hottest guy I’d ever seen. We connected on not just a physical level, but emotionally, and spiritually, and every level you could connect. Essentially, we were one. And I adored him more than anything. (He wrote that last part haha).
“I’ll text you, and I love you.”
“Love you too.” We kissed each other on the cheek and I headed out. I could tell he was very suspicious, and this would require some finesse to trick him. The thought of tricking him was soul crushing, but these thoughts were quickly replaced by thoughts of Fay. As I drove toward the motel, I thought more about the upcoming experience. I could see him standing there, in my mind, his giant cock in hand, staring at me like some kind of perverted demon. I wasn’t sure how I felt. I realized I was getting excited. He was so thin that I could see every muscle in his body. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on him and he was practically hairless, except for the mop that sat on top his head. And the thought of an 18 year old being attracted to an older woman, being able to do what he wanted to that woman, was kinda hot. ‘Maybe he’ll fuck me tonight’ I subconsciously thought. I shook the thought from my mind. “Ewww, no!” I said aloud. I arrived at the motel, checked myself out in my rearview and headed inside. I slowly and lightly approached the room, stopping just short of the door. I inhaled as much oxygen as I could and exhaled it slowly. I wanted to keep my wits about me. I stepped forward and lightly knocked. I could hear the T.V. audio and then his heavy footsteps. I’ll always be surprised at how loud his step was. The door opened and there he was. He smiled and checked his watch.
“Right on time.” He said. I pushed him out of the way.
“Shut up and let’s get this over with. What do you want this time?”
“Getting right to it, huh? I like that. We’re going to do something similar to last time, you’ve just got to obey my commands and then we’ll be done.” He crept slowly into the room behind me.
“Are you going to delete the videos this time, or this just another trick?” I shot him a look from over my shoulder.
“I will delete them after this session, promise.”
I didnt believe him, why would I. I rolled my eyes and said, “Well, what do you want me to do then?”
“Strip.” He said.
“Like, a lap dance?”
“No, just start taking your clothes off, start with your top.”
I wasn’t wearing anything special. Just a white t-shirt and blue jeans, so I took my top off and tossed it on the floor, exposing a dark purple sports bra underneath. I put my hands on my hips and stood there. He was leaned up against the bed, one arm folded across his chest and the other rubbing his chin. He had a smirk on his face.
“Now your pants.” He said. And I did. I unzipped my pants, pulled them down and stepped out of them. I was wearing a matching purple thong. Fay was practically drooling. He looked like an idiotic caveman, so primal, with only one thing on his mind. “Get down on all fours on the bed.” I listened and crawled on the bed. I tried to seem as submissive as I could. I knew he liked that sort of thing and the quicker I was done here, the quicker I could get back to my husband. He walked to the side of the bed, reached down into a duffel bag and pulled out a blindfold.
“I don’t know about tha-”
“Shut up. You’re only supposed to obeying commands. Speak when spoken to and only then. We agreed, I won’t penetrate you. Remember, I hold all the cards.” I was so fucking angry. Very rarely have I ever spoken to like this, and very rarely have I allowed such talk. But I knew that I was in a very compromising position. He held some very damning evidence, the kind that could ruin a life, so I just shut up. We stared at each other silently. He could see the anger on my face and I could see the determination on his.
“Good girl.” He said as he neared me. I saw the blindfold cover my eyes and felt his cold hands as he affixed it to my head. I could hear him shuffling around in his bag, searching for something. He wrapped my wrists and ankles in what turned out to rope. I felt his cold hand in the center of my back. “Now do as they say. Face down, ass up.” I thought about resisting, but this submissiveness had turned me on. Obeying these commands was a very sexual experience for me. It wasn’t that I was attracted to him, but more to his treatment of me. I lowered my head so that my arms were stretched out and my ass was in the air. This is when he tied me to the bed. After he tied me up, he rustled in the bag once more, positioned himself behind me and sat there for a moment. I think he was taking it all in. I could sense him placing his face as close as he could to my pussy and ass without touching. I could feel him inhaling my scent. Next I could feel his finger rubbing my clit. “You’re wet” he said. His touch was gentle, and he played my wet pussy very well. I could tell he had done this before. I tried to hold back but couldn’t keep myself from letting out an audible moan. “And you like it, huh?”
“No, I’m just uncomfortable.” He chuckled. We both knew it was a lie. My pussy was gushing, my panties were drenched and I’m sure he could see it. He kept rubbing, a little more vigorously now. Then, I was penetrated. I felt a long, thick, hard shaft enter me. It was shoved right in quickly and deep. I gasped as it went back and forth, filling my tight, wet hole. He was slamming it inside me.
“Oh my God! No penetration!” I squeaked out in between pumps.
“It’s a dildo, it doesn’t count.” He pulled it out and pushed it on my lips. “Open your mouth.” He shoved it in between my lips and tried fucking my mouth with it. I clamped down on it so he couldn’t. Too bad it wasn’t his cock, I’d have bitten it in two. He returned it to my pussy and continued to thrust away. Every pump felt better and better. An orgasm was coursing through my body, I could feel it coming on. While he was fucking me with the dildo he started licking my clit. I was in ecstasy when I felt his warm tongue against it, sliding up and down and left to right. I was moaning loudly as he pleasured me. Then he stopped, took the dildo out and sat for a moment. I could hear him taking off his clothes. I thought he was going to start jerking off while he played with my pussy. But I was penetrated again. This time I had no doubt it was his cock. It was huge, quite a bit bigger than the dildo, and warm, and filled me in ways the fleshy toy couldn’t. Plus, after he inserted himself, he grabbed my hair with one hand and my shoulder with the other, pulling me into his massive cock.
“What the fuck, that’s your dick!” I said in between his thrusts.
“It’s the dildo.” He moaned. He penetrated so deep inside me, every stroke felt deeper and deeper. He was slamming away on me, and pulling me in with such ferocity, like he was an animal and couldn’t control himself. I couldn’t resist on account of the ropes, nor did really want to. It was amazing. I felt as if I was orgasming from the moment he shoved himself inside of me, so daringly. I silently came all over his cock with every pump, mouth wide open, eyes rolling back, gripping the bedsheets. He moaned louder and louder and pulled my hair harder as he dug himself deeper. I could feel his huge cock pulsating as it unloaded all his hot cum inside me. He finished and left his cock inside. We were both panting from the intensity.
“You fucking asshole” I said with labored breaths. “We agreed, no fucking sex, and you came inside me. What the fuck?”
“Oh, shut up whore. You know you liked it, I know you came from that. You tasted delicious and did a great job btw.” He started getting dressed. I couldnt believe he said that. Call me a whore and then compliment my performance, this guy was crazy.
“Are you going to untie me.”
“I figured I’d leave you like that and treat you like my pet. I’ll visit everyday, feed and fuck you and leave you tied here, sound good.” I was dumbfounded.
“You can’t be serious.” I said, shocked.
“Naw, haha, I’ll untie you and I’ll delete the videos. You do want me to delete the right.” And now I’m so fucking horny in real life that I have to go and have my husband fuck me.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/rox3bl/fay_strikes_again_32f