Dinner Party part 1 [non-con, bondage]

This is my first apartment without roommates, the rent is a great deal and it even has a view of the forest just beyond the parking lot. The landlord explained to me that rent was low because of how far away the rest of the town was. I didn’t care, I loved it.

The neighbors were friendly, a lovely couple who kindly offered to help me move my belongings up the narrow stairs. Even my giant, four poster bed was no problem with their help. They even pulled out their power tool collection to help me put everything together.

The husband, John, was a big man. He was easily 6ft 5in with a muscular physique like an actor in a “Join the Marines!” commercial. He had dark hair and dark eyes, a stark contrast to his wife who was a sunny blonde woman with a body Aphrodite would be jealous of. I found myself enjoying the sight of both of them.

The husband was quiet but smiled nicely as his wife, Lily, chattered away, inviting me to dinner tomorrow. I accepted and we parted ways.

The next day I had bedroom and kitchen put together, the living room was going to have to wait. I got ready and checked myself out in the mirror.

I chose a black dress that tightly cling to my generous curves, my curly dark brown hair was done up in a bun. The heels I chose accented my long legs and gave my ass some excellent lift. I felt good as I strutted out of my apartment and across the hall.

John answered the door, “You look really nice, come on in!”

“Thanks, you too!” and he did, wearing tight black pants and a maroon shirt that showed off his muscles.

“Lily had to run to the store, turns out we didn’t have any wine” he grinned at me as he returned to the stove, “can’t have a dinner party without wine. Can I get you a water or a tea while we wait?”

“I’d love a water, thanks” I leaned against the kitchen counter.

He took his time getting a glass of water from the fridge. After he handed it to me he leaned against the opposite counter, watching me closely with a gaze I couldn’t read.

I took a long gulp, thirsty after a day of unpacking, “so what are we having for dinner?”

John didn’t answer, he grinned at me scanning me from head to toe, “Lily and I noticed you checking us out yesterday. You really seemed to like what you saw.” I could feel my face flush and my head started feeling dizzy.

“No need to be embarrassed, we liked what we saw too.” He stepped across the kitchen and grabbed me by the back of my head he pressed his lips against mine. His tongue wrestled against mine as I tried to resist.

I tried pushing him off of me but found myself feeling weak. I started to go limp but he grabbed my ass and sat me on the counter. He gently bit my lower lip as he ended the kiss, moving down my neck. One arm was wrapped around me holding me upright while the other was working on the buttons on the front of my dress.

“Stop…you’re married…..I don’t….oh!” My efforts to fight were weak, my head was spinning and my strength was gone. Despite my growing horror I found myself becoming aroused. It had been a long time since anyone had touched me. His hands massaged my now free breasts, the buttons had barely been holding them back and now free they were larger than he seemed to be expecting.

John moved down from my neck and was eagerly kissing and nipping at my breasts, his hand working on pulling my skirt up. He pressed his groin into mine and I could feel his eager erection. Even through layers of fabric, it felt huge, bigger than my distant ex’s by far.

My skirt now bunched up around my waist, his hand found it’s way inside my thong, teasing my clit. His teeth gently teasing my nipple.

“S-stop it…John” I tried to protest again but it turned into a moan. He looked up at my red, trembling face and grinned.

“Damn you’re fine, I didn’t think you’d be so easy but you’re already morning my name.” He laid me down on the counter. I gripped my thong to hold it in place but my weak grip was no match for John.

He pulled my thong off and pulled apart my knees. I could feel his breath on my vulva as he leaned in, his fingers playing at my wet lips. I quivered feeling his intense gaze, his heavy breathing matching my own labored breaths.

Then suddenly his lips were on me. I jerked at the quick movement and his hands gripped my hips while he consumed me. I lost what little speech ability I had. All I could do was moan and squeak as I felt his tongue tease and circle around my clit. My legs closed around his back and my back start to arch as he brought me closer and closer.

My hands found their way into his hair and I was holding on for dear life as I orgasmed into his mouth. I let out an ungodly moan as my body tensed and released. It felt like I was floating and didn’t even register that John had left the room and come back.

He placed something on the counter next to me and started removing the remainder of my clothes. When I was naked he took a moment to run his hands over me, he leaned over and ran his tongue over my erect nipples before starting to remove his own clothes.

Out sprang the biggest cock I’d ever seen. I didn’t even own a water bottle that big. Nervous, I found enough strength to start squirming across the counter but he pulled me back with one smooth motion.

“Please no…it won’t…fit”

He laid across me and whispered in my ear “you’re going to need this” before stuffing my balled up thong into my mouth. He stood up and flipped me over. I realized the thing he got from the other room was a pair of soft cuffs when I felt them close around my wrists, my hands on my back.

I wiggled with all my strength, trying to protest the best I was able to but John paid me no mind. He held my hips in place with one strong hand while using the other one the find my hole with his erection. My legs dangled helplessly, too short to reach the ground to find leverage.

He found my entrance and slowly started pushing himself in. Both hands now grasping my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh. I protested through my makeshift gag and jerked as if felt his giant cock slowly stretch me to my limits. The agonizing pain made the brain fog clear somewhat and I started struggling and screaming through the gag.

I felt him get harder when i struggled. He started moving back and forth getting deeper and rougher with every thrust. My protest slowed as I lost the energy again.

Suddenly he thrust his full length inside me. I screamed through the gag and thrust my head back. He grabbed my hair forcing me into a permanent arch. My breasts stinging from suddenly being unstuck from the sweaty counter, now jerking in time with Johns vicious thrusting.

Gone was any semblance of gentleness, John was now like an unhinged animal. Slamming his cock into me with no regard to my gagged screams of pain or my feeble attempts to wiggle out of his grasp.

I could hear his wild grunts as he fucked me with all his strength, his sweat showering me. Slowly I felt another orgasm building up, my dangling feet searching desperately for leverage scraping against the counter doors.

John’s free hand reached for my dangling breast. Grabbing it with a rough grip before flipping me over. My head dangled over the the edge of the counter. He leaned down and laid on top of me, holding me close and thrusting into me. He grunted directly into my ear while I squealed and moaned into his. His cruelly squeezed both my breasts with his hands and bit down on a nipple.

I squealed through the gag as I orgasmed. I fell limp while John kept rutting me like a beast in heat. My head fell back and I noticed Lily watching us from her seat at the table. Her face was flushed.

My eyes grew wide in panic and in pain. John was speeding up, and I was still sensitive from the orgasms. Every thrust was more painful than the last and I was losing my mind. I tried desperately to buck John off but it was no use. Then I remembered he wasn’t wearing a condom and my movements became for more frantic.

“John. Don’t cum in her pussy” his attention snapped to his wife. He grunted and pulled himself out of me. I relaxed until I felt Lily’s fingers in my mouth. She pulled out my throng, now dripping with saliva.

“Do it here instead”

“*Cough, please… no… hel-“

John was in my mouth before she even finished giving permission. He wasted no time allowing me time to adjust before thrusting his whole length in. I thrashed around panicking at my inability to breathe. I felt Lily pinning my hips down so I couldn’t move. Her husband’s giant cock thrusting down my throat. She adjusted my legs so my thighs rested on her shoulders and started eating me out.

I couldn’t even gasp. I was starting to see stars when John gave a final thrust and shot cum deep into my throat. I gasped and started coughing as John plopped down on the couch with a final beastial groan.

Lily thrust her fist into me and that was all it took food to make me orgasm again. I let out a gurgling cry as I trembled weakly in a pool of fluids on the kitchen counter.

Lily walked back around and grabbed me by my face and kissed me while my face was upside down. Her tongue forced inside my limp lips. She sucked Johns cum right out of my mouth and swallowed. I laid there dazed.

“I told you she’d be fun. We’ll have her begging for your cock in no time”

“God damn you were right, how did I get so lucky? There isn’t anyone like you in the world Lily”

“How are you already hard again?”

“What can I say? I got a sexy wife and a new toy to break in.”

“Water break first, can’t have Sarah get dehydrated”

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ub129s/dinner_party_part_1_noncon_bondage