Author: aheagostate

The Housekeeper, pt. 2 [noncon] [deepthroating] [ball licking] [girl on top] [anal] [painal] [filming] [humiliation] [watersports] [punching] [cannabis] [420] [broken]

*This is part 2 of an ongoing series. Read part 1* [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/rapestories/comments/i1dfvb/the_housekeeper_noncon_facefucking_humiliation/)*.*

Jib woke up hungry. He nudged his wife Alice from their first nap as a couple together and whispered to her. “Make lunch,” Jib said.

Alice hesitated, then got out of bed, still sore from that morning. Jib traced her brown curves with his eyes as she waddled to the clothes she left piled on the floor. “Leave your panties.”

Alice dressed in her maid’s outfit and hurried towards the door, pausing when she caught Jib in the corner of her eye. “I’ll join you.”

Alice’s eyes darted towards Jib’s huge dick, then looked away. Jib held back a smirk, sauntering his bearish frame around the room to his bathrobe. After he tied his robe, Jib grabbed his weed and pipe off his nightstand, putting both in his pocket before grabbing his laptop and walking up behind Alice. Jib reached into Alice’s skirt pocket and grabbed her phone. “OK, go,” Jib said.”

Alice paused before leaving, something Jib fixed with a quick hump to that fat ass. “Gooooo.” Read more »

The Housekeeper [noncon] [facefucking] [humiliation] [watersports]

Jib waited for the house to empty, thinking about what he’d do to his housekeeper, Alice. In the year since she started working for the family, Alice went from a skinny, little country girl to filling out her uniform with a round, fat ass and breasts he wanted to knead while pressed up behind her. He knew she was attracted to him, stealing glances when he’d dress up to go out or arrived home after a haircut. He waited, his husky, powerful body miming how he’d grab her, toss her, pin her. Dad and uncle left first – 3 days on the farm. Auntie’d left a couple of days before – business trip to the Netherlands for a week. Alice closed the gate behind Dad’s pick up, walking back to the house as Jib walked down to meet her.

Alice’s surprise at Jib’s hands squeezing her neck made her shoot a look that made his dick shake in his pajamas. At 27, Jib looked maybe 21, but Alice, what, she 19? 20? He tried to remember those flirty glances as fear beamed off her face. Jib tightened her grip, driving Alice to claw at his hands, to no avail. Before she could try his face, he dug his thumbs into her throat. Alice panicked, feeling a gang build up her under Jib’s thumbs. She couldn’t place the polite one in a house of temperamental people with the person hurting her. In a flash, Jib released his grip. Alice let out a gasp, then Jib hand chopped her in the throat. Read more »