Alex was kneeling next to me, his lips pressed to mine as I opened my eyes sleepily. I smiled at him and he returned the smile for a moment. Then he looked up and I followed his gaze, Bella was standing behind the couch. Dread churned in my stomach as I sat up, my towel had fallen off of me at some point during the night.
Phil was snoring and Alex put his finger to his lips, shushing me as he gently pulled me up from the couch. He leaned down to my ear and whispered to me, “I told her about last night. Just go with her and make it up to her.”
I looked to Alex, he was smiling gleefully, his eyes fixed on Bella.
She handed me a short trench coat and told me to put it on. I started to go over to my luggage to fish out clothes to wear it and Bella smacked my hand, “Just the coat,” she whispered to me, being careful not to wake Phil.
My hand trembled but I put it on, it fell to about mid-thigh and fastened snuggly around me. Bella took my hand and led me out of the hotel room and down the hall.
“Who’s with the kids?” I asked as I tried to keep pace with her without exposing myself under the coat.
She looked back to me and scowled, “I didn’t say you could talk.”
Bella took me on the elevator, we went up two floors, and I became uneasy, pulling my hand from Bella’s grip as we exited the elevator, “Stop. Tell me what’s going on.”
She stood with her arms on her hips, tapping her foot impatiently, “You fucked my husband. I think the least you can do is quietly follow me until we get to where we’re going, and then you can ask questions.”
“I didn’t plan to…” I protested.
She stepped closer to me and glared, “But you did, and I know you did. Come on, it’s just down the hall,” she reached her hand out to me and I begrudgingly took it.
She led me down a narrow hall and used a keycard on the last door on the right. Bella pulled me into the room behind her and latched the door at the top. Her expression softened, she stepped towards me and I stepped back. I was kind of afraid of her.
She smiled, much more genuinely, much more sweetly, and motioned for me to continue in to the next room. I took small steps, but did continue just ahead of her.
The room was bright, but sparse. It held a single queen sized bed in the center of the room, a bureau, and a camera on a tripod. Bella ushered me over to the bed, but I stayed where I was, next to the exit, “I want to know what you’re going to do…”
She pointed at a camera aimed at the bed, “I’m just going to photograph you, love. I’m not going to hurt you. Look, I’m not mad…okay, I’m a little mad, but I’m not ‘gonna kill you’ mad. Just, do this for me and I’ll forget you spent last night fucking my husband.”
“What are you going to do with them?” I asked
She sighed, “I didn’t want to do it this way, but…I have the video of you two last night. You can play along and let me take some pictures of you, or I can just post your video online. Your call, but I imagine no one will want a cum-hungry whore teaching their kids. You teach high schoolers right? Can you just imagine if one of them happened across it?”
I moved over to the bed and wiped the tears on my cheeks away and my voice wavered slightly,“What do you want me to do?”
She smiled and grabbed a bag near the foot of the bed, “Change into this. Put some makeup on, nothing whorish, keep it light and simple and fix your hair then come back out.”
I took the bag from her and went into the bathroom. This room had to be under construction or something. It wasn’t supplied like the room we had was, and everything seemed just a little bit off from a room they would rent out. I opened the bag and pulled out a black lace bra and panty set, a jersey from some sports thing, a set of handcuffs, and a blindfold. My heart sank a little, but I dressed as I was told. I used the makeup and hair products in the bottom of the bag to fix myself up like she’d asked me to.
I carried the blindfold and handcuffs back into the room with me, she looked over at me and smiled, “Well done. Give me the blindfold and get on the bed. Just put the cuffs down for now.”
I put them on the edge of the bed before I climbed on. She came over to me and her anger seemed a bit softer, “I just want leverage on you. That’s all this is about. I’m not going to use it to hurt you unless I absolutely have to, so try to relax,” she tied the blindfold around my eyes and sighed.
“Kneel on the bed and pull at the jersey. Pull it partially off your shoulders and push your chest out.”
I complied as she instructed me to lift the jersey, to partially pull the jersey up, to slowly pull it off and to toss it off the bed. She instructed me to crawl to the edge of the bed with my breasts pushed out, to bite my lower lip, to slide my hands over my bra and stomach, over my hips and along my neck with my body stretched taut and my head leaning back. I obeyed each and every time.
Then she had me take the bra off, and then remove my underwear and sit on the edge of the bed with my legs spread and my chest pushed out. Then I felt a weight on the bed and turned towards it, somewhat nervous, somewhat scared.
“I see why Phil likes you,” she whispered to me as her hand trailed over my shoulder. I heard the camera still clicking and turned my attention back to it.
She ran her hand over my stomach and down between my legs. I protested, pulled away and grabbed her wrist to stop her.
She kissed my neck and cupped my breast with her other hand, lightly trailing her thumb over my nipple. Her breath on my ear made me shiver as she whispered, “Camera’s on a timer now.”
She grabbed my hair and pulled hard, stretching my neck back as the camera continued to snap every few seconds.
I reached back to her and she pulled harder, causing me to cry out and gasp. Tears started to fall down my cheeks and she pulled the blindfold off of me, she ran her fingertip next to one of the tears and smiled at me, “You’re really just so pretty when you cry.”
She licked my cheek, and pushed her fingers back down between my legs and I just froze. Her fingers pushed into me and I kind of pulled away, but didn’t really.
She practically purred in my ear, “I’m not supposed to tell you this, but I’ve been fucking **your** husband for years. You are a meek little nothing to him.”
Bella reached back on the bed with one hand and retrieved a large vibrator that I hadn’t noticed before and turned it on, “Just last night he fucked me with this and when he was done, I rammed it down his throat until he gagged. Then he begged me to let him suck his cum from my ass.”
She touched the vibrator to my lips and I held them closed tightly for a moment. Her fingers pinched my clit hard, all I could do was wince and try to pull away, she shoved the vibrator in my mouth as I was distracted by the pain and she lifted my chin so that she could slide it to the back of my throat with ease. She had a firm grip on it and laughed as its thickness bulged in my throat and the camera snapped a couple of images of me gagging on it and of her pulling it from my mouth covered in thick strings of saliva. The camera snapped as she put the vibrator in my hand and I glanced back at her as she instructed me to fuck myself with it.
I was in tears, still gagging slightly on the rubber taste and forceful deep throating, but I still obeyed her, fear was a powerful motivator.
What had she said about Alex?
I mindlessly pushed the vibrator in and out of me, feeling pretty much nothing pleasurable as my thoughts came back around to what she’d said, she’s been fucking Alex for years? She noticed that I wasn’t exactly present in my actions and it irritated her.
She groaned and took the vibrator from me, holding my thigh as she turned up the speed and smacked my thigh as I tried to close my legs to her. They opened back up and she pushed me back onto the bed before climbing over me. She was naked and she pushed her pussy down to my face. I cried out as she pushed the vibrator into me roughly, hitting my cervix hard enough to make me bleed a little.
She pulled the vibrator from me and spread my pussy lips as the cameras clicked. I glistened with a mixture of my own fluids, saliva from the vibrator and the slightest bits of blood. She kneeled over me and again turned the vibrator’s speed up before holding the head of it to my clit as she looked back at me, “Get your husband’s cum out of my cunt, Jessica, there’s a nice fresh load from this morning.”
I writhed as Bella pushed the vibrator harder against my clit. It hurt quite a lot, and not in the enjoyable way. She eased up when she felt my tongue penetrate her pussy lips, and eased up a bit more when the tip of my tongue flicked in a quick circle over her clit. She seemed to be surprised by it, so I continued by gently closing my lips around her clit and bringing my hands up to spread her pussy for me. She actually had a nice cunt. It was a light pink color, and her clit was soft but swollen. I leaned up and plunged my tongue into her hole and she tensed up and started to pull away. I grabbed her thigh and held her down so that I could get my lips on her hole, placing soft kisses from the entrance of her cunt, up to her clit, then I once again very lightly let my tongue dance all around it.
She moaned and put the vibrator down, but ran her fingertips over my clit. I opened my legs to her and coated her spread pussy in my saliva before I very gently began rubbing my fingers in tight little circles over her clit. I plunged my tongue in and out of her hole, dipping and curving it along her inner walls. I could feel the tension in her thigh as I held her there, but it started to dissipate as I flattened my tongue and dragged it along the soft nub of flesh and plunged my fingers into her cunt quickly and repeatedly.
She spread her legs further apart and lowered her hips to me a bit more, a whispered, “Fuck,” escaped her and I smirked.
“Lay down and I can do this better, Bell,” I cooed between soft licks and gentle rubbing.
She climbed off of me and sat at the edge of the bed as she opened her legs to me. I smiled at her and climbed off the bed and knelt in front of her. She leaned back on her hands and threw her head back as I did as she asked and thoroughly cleaned my husband’s cum from her cunt. My fingers quickly, and wetly, rubbing her clit as my tongue pushed as deeply into her as I could finally brought her to orgasm, her pussy clenched my tongue like a vice as I felt the ripples of tremors cascade through her stomach and down into her legs. I pulled my tongue free of her and pushed my fingers in her clenching pussy, I fingered her quickly, rubbing against the sensitive upper wall with as much pressure as I could manage. I climbed up and sat beside her on the bed, lowering my lips to her large breasts with small pink nipples. The contrast between our bodies was pretty stark. Her skin was tan and mine was milky-white, her breasts were probably three cup sizes larger than mine, but her nipples and areolas were much smaller and lighter than mine. And her hair was dark and straight where mine was blonde and curly.
Her hips lifted and she whined as they bucked towards my palm, my fingers probed her in fast rhythm to enhance her orgasm through her g-spot.
I looked up at her, her creamy fluids still glistened on my lips and chin as I leaned up and kissed her, my tongue danced the same dance with her tongue as it had with her clit. She moaned and then she pushed me away from her and slapped me, hard.
I fell to the ground and winced, my hand went up to rub my cheek as I looked at her, my face filled with anger slowly and she was already seething.
“Did you hear what I said? I fucked your husband. We’ve been fucking for years,” she taunted me.
I nodded, “And I fucked yours. I also fuck mine all the time, so he clearly wasn’t getting everything he wanted from you. And poor Phil…he has such a massive cock, it’s a shame for it to stay deprived just because you’re frigid,” I smirked.
She drew her hand back to hit me again and I prepared for the slap as I heard a deep voice come from the doorway, “That’s enough.”
[Old Friends-Pt 9: Obeying and Obliging](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/a9wenv/old_friends_pt_9_obeying_and_obliging_mmf/)
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