I see her in the gym all the time. She’s tall and really cut. Gorgeous body, long hair, and blue eyes. I’m straight and married but I find myself occasionally looking at beautiful women and wondering what it would be like to be with one. With my husband, I tend to be the dominate but sometimes craved being used.
After weeks of small talk, Samantha asks if I would like to come back to her house for coffee. She said she had a repair man coming over and needed to be there in case he showed up early. My husband and son were out of town for the weekend so I figure, what the heck.
I followed her home to a sprawling farm. Her house was huge and beautifully decorated. We went to the kitchen and she made us some coffee. We chatted a bit and then she asked if I wanted to see the house.
We started in the basement, then the main floor, and finally upstairs. She showed me all of the bedrooms and we approached the last room. She called it her “relaxation room”. A place she has all to herself to meditate and have alone time.
The minute we walked into the room, I realized our idea of relaxing was very different. The room was huge with a king bed. At all four corners of the bed were straps. On the night stand was a tray of every sex toy you can image and hanging from the ceiling in the corner was a swing.
I immediately turned around to leave but she caught me by the arm, turned the key in the deadbolt, and threw it across the room. Before I knew it, I was on the bed. She was sitting on top of me, pulling my shirt and sports bra off before putting the wrist cuffs on. I was freaking out. She wasn’t talking. Just focused on getting me secure. She pulled my pants down and cuffed my ankles.
I was completely immobile. I asked over and over why she was doing this. She said “because I know you want it. I see you looking at me.”
After she undressed, my vision of a demur housewife went out the window. She started violently attacking my breasts with her hands and mouth. Sucking my nipples, squeezing my tits, biting, pulling. I arched my back to try and get away but the more I arched, the harder she pulled my nipples.
After what felt like forever, she moved one hand down my body and started rubbing my pussy. She said over and over, “see bitch, you know you like it. You’re soaking wet.” She was right, I was. I couldn’t believe how my body was betraying me.
She started with one finger, then two, then three. All the while she had a firm hold of my tit. The more I struggled, the more she pulled.
She released me for a minute and I thought it was over. I began to breathe normally and tried to think of how to get away. Then I heard a sound come from the tray next to the bed. She grabbed a shiny object. I had never seen anything like it before. It looked like a spade on a playing card. She climbed back on the bed, squirted lube on what I now realized was a butt plug, and slowly started to rub it against my asshole. I begged her to stop. I had never had anything in my ass and I had heard horror stories about how much it hurt. She said she didn’t care and that she needed to get me ready for what was coming next.
She pushed the plug in and I screamed. As quickly as it went in, she pulled it back out. I don’t know what hurt more, it going in or coming out. She did it again and again, finally leaving it in as she licked my pussy and sucked my clit.
Then there was a sound at the door. I thought I was imaging things until it opened and a man appeared. He had to be 6’5” or taller. Extremely muscular. He was completely naked and asked Samantha if I was ready. That was when I noticed his cock. Holy fuck it was huge. Not just long but thick. Thicker than I had ever seen. My husband was average sized and in certain positions he felt huge. I was terrified.
While Samantha took off the wrist cuffs, he removed the ankle cuffs. He picked me up and carried me over to the swing. In one motion, he had me face down and she cuffed my hands to a bar on the wall. He put my feet in straps and she crawled under to position her self in front of me between my bound arms. I beg them to stop. I told them I would never tell anyone if they would just let me go.
I could only see Samantha and she was smiling. She looked up at the man she called Eric and asked him if he was ready to play. At that moment, he pulled the plug out and slammed his huge cock in my pussy. My body shot forward. The swing had a spring where it attaches to the ceiling, I bounced a few times before Samantha caught my shoulders. She sat down on a stool in front of me, shoved her huge tits in my face and told me to start sucking. As Eric pushed his cock in and pulled it out, my face was being guided by Samantha. She had ahold of my hair and kept whispering “suck them bitch or I’ll make him slam you harder”.
My pussy was burning. I had never been stretched like that. After a few minutes, he stopped. I thought it was over but then I realized he hadn’t cum. My mind raced. What could possibly happen next that they hadn’t already done to me? Then a flash ran through my head. Samantha had said the plug was to get me ready for what was coming next. I started screaming. There was no way his cock would fit in my ass. The plug hurt so much and his dick was twice the size. I head a squirting sound and something cold on my ass. He pushed a finger into, then another, then a third just like she had done with my pussy. I heard him moaning and telling Samantha to lean over me and get me ready.
I felt her hands on my ass, spreading my ass cheeks and giggling. Then it happened. A pain I had never experienced before. It started and stopped. Then I felt it deeper. In and out, deeper each time until I felt a pop. OMG his cock was in my ass.
I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. Samantha’s pussy was in my face, Eric’s cock was in my ass. He went slowly at first, but eventually picked up speed. His moans got louder, her commanded to pound me increased. I was their fuck toy. The more I struggled, the more it hurt. I tried to calm myself down, willing myself to like it in the hopes it would make it easier. Eric let out a primal yell and came inside of me. After he pulled out, he smacked my ass hard and told me what a good fuck I was. Samantha leaned down, kissed me softly and caressed my face.
They unhooked me from the wall and swing and left the room. They went into the master bedroom and lock the door. I heard Eric say that I was the best fuck Samantha had ever brought him and that she was going to get her reward now.
I grabbed my clothes and ran downstairs. Cum was dripping out of my ass as I pulled my pants on. I threw my shirt on without the bra and ran to my car. Once I got down the road out of sight from the house, I pulled over to get my bearings. I could not believe what had just happened.
For days after, my ass burned. I had flashbacks, remembering every detail. The problem was, the more I remembered, the more I got turned on. I even masturbated to the moment he walked in and I saw his cock. This went on for days and the desire to feel all of it again got stronger. I would see Samantha at the gym and my pussy would get wet. I could feel her tits in my mouth and his cock in my ass.
About three weeks later, I saw her walking across the parking lot, looking in the car windows watching me. She got in her car and I got in mine and I followed her home.
It turns out, being their fuck toy was my dream come true.