My best friend, Amanda, had fallen asleep. I was laying there on my phone and trying not to think about her Dad and what we did a couple of days ago. Her Mother is home, so it is too risky to do anything, I thought to myself. I really need a drink though.
I tiptoed out of the room and went to the kitchen for some water. It was about 1am and the house was almost silent. I could hear faint noises coming from the lounge room, someone must have been awake. I heard footsteps and turned to see Amanda’s Dad walk in. His eyes lingered on me a little too long. He went to the cupboard and got a glass out and proceeded to fill it with cold water. He didn’t say a word and I didn’t either. I just watched him as he stared straight at my boobs and barely looked at my eyes at all. He filled the cup, took a drink, then walked over to me. I was leaning against the kitchen bench. He walked over and leant on the kitchen island that was directly across from.
‘What are you doing up?’, He questioned flatly.
‘I can’t sleep and I got thirsty’, I replied. ‘You?’ My heart started beating a little faster. I guess I was hoping for something to happen, but also reminded myself at the same time that there were other people in the house too, who could wake up at any second. Now which of those reminders were making my clit tingle?
‘Between you and me, we had a disagreement.’ He told me, referring to his wife. ‘Things aren’t great between us, well, they ain’t even good’. He put his cup down and ruffled his hair with his hand. I couldn’t help looking him up and down as he did. He looked so hot in this low light.
‘She hates sex. She decided it one random day. It’s like she changed her mind overnight, Says we are a great match and blah blah blah, but won’t fuck me’.
I stood there waiting for him to continue. I knew they weren’t as in love as they used to be. Amanda and I talked about it almost all the time, but I didn’t expect him to just open up to me. I waited completely intrigued and unsure what was going to happen next.
‘That’s why you are here.’ My heart dropped. I wasn’t expecting that at all. A tingle had ran across my clit making me tingle and shuffle my feet on the spot. He stepped forward and took my cup from my hands and put it on the bench. I had completely forgotten it was in my hand. He pushed himself against me, pushing me against the bench so that I couldn’t move.
‘Her pussy isn’t as great as it used to be’, he continued in a soft voice. His hand moved down to the front of my pants. My vagina getting wetter as his voice went down like syrup. It didn’t matter what was being said. ‘You’re pussy is fresh, wet, and tight’, he shoved one hand down the front of my pants and I let a tiny gasp out. He grabbed my vulva in his hand while the other kept held my pants. ‘You get wet twice as quickly as her. The stupid bitch. I love that woman, but she is just a fucking bitch’, he growled as his finger reached around my panties and ran along my slit. I was so wet and the low growl made my knees weak. I wasn’t saying a word and he was already using me.
As I was trying to keep my breathing at a normal rate, he pushed his middle finger straight into my wet, throbbing pussy. I gasped as quickly as he went in, his other hand grabbed my face and covered my mouth. He leant in and begun whispering in my ear, ‘my wife makes me pleasure myself in the dark when she isn’t around, like some teenage loser’ he continued. ‘Not anymore. I have you to fuck and I’m going to fuck you everywhere in this house, then bring in more women and fuck them too.’
His finger inside me wasn’t moving as he talked. He kept it still and I throbbed around it. I desperately wanted him to move it. When he stopped whispering, I begun to move my hips, but he pushed himself further into me which prevented my hips from moving at all. Surely my wet would be dripping down his fingers and wetting my pants. ‘No’, he grunted in my ear. It sent shivers down my spine. He stood back from me, releasing me from the kitchen bench and pulled his tracksuit pants down. His cock bounced out and was already rock hard. With his right hand, he grabbed my hair on the top of my head in one large, and painful grasp and with the other hand, grabbed my arm. He pushed me onto my knees forcfully and stuck my head into his cock. I didn’t have time to open my mouth all the way and it slapped against my cheek. With my hair, he pulled my head back to look at him and used the other to pry my mouth open. ‘Don’t make me angry’, he growled. ‘Suck it’.
As soon as my mouth opened on command, he shoved himself down my throat. It was thick and made me gag, but he didn’t give me a chance to breathe. He started to slowly and forcefully pump his cock into my mouth. My hands grabbed his legs as that was the only thing I could do. My head bobbed up and down. Saliva leaked out and down my chin. I gagged every now and again, but he didn’t stop. I could feel myself soaking my panties and tried to move my hand down to rub myself. He saw me straight away and pulled me off his cock. He grabbed my arms and lifted me onto my feet. My knees ached from the tiles. He pushed me to the other side of the island bench and pushed my back against it. I don’t know why he put me here, but he pulled my own PJ pants down. He kicked off his tracksuit pants and gestured for me to sit on the bench.
As I tried to slide onto it, he had grabbed my legs and pulled them up which allowed my bare ass to hop onto the bench. He was a tall man, so the bech was perfect fuckikg height. ‘Hands next to you, you whore’ he angrily spat in my face. I put my hands on wither side of me to balance myself and he quickly shoved his cock into me. I bit my lip as he doesn’t give me a chance to ready myself before shoving his penis into me. He held my legs and begun angrily shoving his cock in me, pumping hard. It sort of hurt, but felt so good to have him stretch my walls and take him in. The fact I never said a word as he used me made me wetter by the minute. As his thrust begun to get faster, my juice made ot louder and wetter.
My eyes rolled back as I felt him thrust. He put one hand over my throat and squeezed slightly. I wasn’t into this, but the angry look on his face as he hate fucked me made me not move. He kept glancing behind me and he got faster. His balls slapped against me as he breathed heavier. ‘You slut’ he said as he looked into my eyes. ‘Ruining a marriage’, he begun to grunt his words out. I thought I could cum any second. I nodded my head each time he called me a slut. I loved it. He took one last thrust and squeezed down on my throat as he came inside me. I started to struggle to breath and grabbed his hand. He released me and stepped back. I slid off the bench and as my feet hit the floor, I felt a large amount of cum begin to trickle out. I was about to cum, but he did first. I out my hand over my pussy to stop any getting on the floor. I looked up and he had his pants already on and walked up to me.
‘If I hear you touching yourself tonight, I will come in and fuck you no matter who is in the room with you’. I nodded my head and quickly hopped over to the bathroom with my pants. I don’t know what kind of threat that was, but I would happily have him pound me into the floor whether next to his wife or my best friend. As I cleaned myself up, I wondered why he kept looking behind me. It struck me, if anyone walked out of their bedroom, the first thing they see would have been us. Did he want his wife to see? I started to become worried, but as soon as I felt the rest of his seed drip out of me, I no longer cared. I went back to bed, Amanda thankfully snoring away, ANZ had the deepest sleep of my life.
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