Tag: Wife

So this happened back in 2020. It was august, I think.
I was trapped at my dad’s place during lockdown… with his brand new wife and her 20 something year old daughter.
His wife, Janet, is a nice old lady who keeps to herself.
Her daughter, Tessa, is a delicious meal cooked by Lucifer himself to destroy the diets of men.
I was never a prince, right? I was never a nice guy or a gentleman.
But I wasn’t some horny devil spawn either… that was before I made my sex deal with Tess.
We were both going crazy with abstinence, so we made an arrangement. She wanted to try some new kinks, and God did I want to show them to her.
It was a plan to keep our sanities.
And it worked for 2 minutes.
And now…
Well, now I’m pretty sure Tessa wants to drive me mad.
She has some friends staying over (they got tested and all, chill) and she is flirting with one of the guys.
We are supposed to be having sex, me and her.
I was supposing to be sleep fucking her and hate fucking her and ass fucking her and fist fucking her and any other kind of fucking for which pornhub had a category… but instead, I can barely get her alone anymore. Instead I gotta watch her play flirt with one of these guys.
“Ethan” he is called.
I call him “hmshhm”. No, that’s not a word. It’s a mumble. A growl. Fuck him.
I hate him.
Does Tessa care?
No. Cause that damn woman wants to drive me mad.
She wants me in a padded room and a straightjacket.
Listen, it’s not just that she is playfully flirting with her idiot friend, Ethan. It’s not just that I haven’t fucked her in four days cause all her friends are staying over. It’s not even that every morning when I eat my cereal there’s always the fucking purple spoon I shoved in her pussy. It’s none of that.
It’s the bikini.
It’s that fucking tiny red bikini that makes my blood boil to the point where my soul is cooking inside my flesh.
I don’t know what she is trying to do. I think she is still trying to make me hate her?
I think Tessa is so new to kink she doesn’t understand I don’t need to hate her to be rough. And she loves being hate fucked so bad she doesn’t wanna lose it.
I wanna hold her and tell her “baby, I can rough you up all night and never stop caring about you”, but I don’t think she is there yet.
And Tessa is like a baby calf who is really curious about fire and kitchens, but has just been told what a veal is. If I move too fast she’ll jump.
I gotta be slow.
I gotta be dead slow.
Which is no easy feat, let me tell you, because on morning number 5 of her friends being over, she walks into the kitchen and Ethan… this little weasel of a man who thinks he has a chance with Tess… smiles at her with his sneaky little weasel teeth and says “good morning, baby”.
Baby.
He calls her baby.
Anybody knows how many times you gotta hit a weasel with a spoon before it dies?
Cause I’m considering it.
But I play it cool.
She doesn’t belong to me. We were never exclusive, hell we were never even together really.
This is no business of mine. So I try to ignore the tingling sensation of rage spreading through my body and play it cool. I don’t think anyone noticed my quick display of jealousy, so at least my dignity is unharmed.
Or at least so I thought.
Cause that’s when Fucking Tess sits close to Idiot Ethan. She smiles back at him like a sweetheart, kisses his cheek with lingering lips and whispers “morning, baby” back at him.
Like, fuck me, right?
She never calls me “baby” unless she is dead after an orgasm that I had to put a lot of effort into. But he gets a “baby” after a smile?
And its not even a pretty smile. He is all… weasel and… weasel-like.
He is fit, yeah. And I suppose some people would say he looks ok.
But Tess is far too hot for him.
Like, very far. Like this man over here is trying to get to Jupiter on his Honda Civic.
I take the deepest of breaths and try to ignore it cause she is not my girl and… she looks at me.
This fucking cunt looks at me like she is having the time of her life.
She noticed I’m jealous, didn’t she?
And now she is trying to make me mad so I’ll fuck her right.
Well, no problem, baby girl. If that’s what you want, that’s what you’re getting. But get up from that chair before… and it’s too late.
Weasel has his arm around her shoulders, talking really close like they are old time lovers.
I eat my cereal cause I can’t eat my own teeth.
She wants me mad.
I’m mad.
I’d rather rough fuck her while giving her sweet kisses, but this woman wants all hate all the time.
They are in their early twenties, with their college classes suspended, so their plan is to spend the day in the pool. I am on the other half of the 20’s and have some work to do so I’m not joining.
I lock myself in my room and try not to think about Tess in a bikini with Ethan.
I try not to think about her smooth silky skin under my teeth. I try not to think about the sound my belt would make running into her ass cheeks.
She said she wanted that.
She wants a belt spanking, a choking and some non-con. That’s what she requested. “And more” she said. Stuff she doesn’t yet know.
That’s her list.
I have one of my own.
I wanna fist fuck her. I want that sweet virgin ass around my cock. I wanna fuck her tits. I wanna cum in her throat. And at least one time, in this life the Lord has given me, I’d like to tie her up and gag her, so she’d be very quiet while her pussy gets slammed.
But I’m trying to work.
So I have to not think about that for a few hours.
Not an easy thing to do, but I am a mighty warrior, I am.
As soon as I’m done, I go to the yard for a beer and that’s when I see it.
The red bikini.
They’ve been hanging at the pool every other day, but she always chose to wear something a bit more.. modest. I mean they were still bikinis and she was still smoking hot, but this red thing she is wearing today looks like it slipped out of a porn production.
You know those fucking tiny pieces the women wear in porn before they start stripping and masturbating? Like they are two sizes too small and are about to pop off at any second. It covers just enough to make you drool and shows just enough to make you hard, but it’s the blatant promise of more that catches the eye.
And Ethan has a fucking arm around her waist.
I’m gonna go mad.
“Hey! You done with work?” She smiles like a sweet little thing, fooling me not one bit. Specially because, as she says that and I walk towards her, she runs her finger through the strings. You know those fucking strings in bikini bottoms? On the sides? That look like they are being held together by nothing short of a miracle?
Yeah, those things.
Tessa plays with the strings on the sides. And she does it slowly. Like a porn director somewhere just yelled “action”.
She is trying to drive me mad.
Padded room and straightjacket.
I can’t take my eyes off her pussy.
I grab my jaw. I rub my face.
I keep grabbing my jaw.
I keep rubbing my face.
I don’t think there is a word in the realms of men to describe how much I want to anal that woman. How much I want my dick in her ass until she screams and begs.
I am livid.
I can feel lust oozing out of me through my skin in a cold sweat.
“Yeah. I’m done” I say.
I’m done, Tess.
I’m so fucking done.
“You didn’t get a beer?” She asks.
No, Tessa. I planned on it, but then I saw you in this oh so fucking gorgeous red bikini and now I forgot what a beer is supposed to be.
“Not yet” I say.
“I’ll get you one” she volunteers and I follow her like that was the goal all along.
“How many times are we still gonna do this?” I ask when we are somewhat alone, in the kitchen.
“Do what?”
“You trying to rattle me so I’ll fuck you harder”
“Is that what I’m doing?”
“That’s exactly what you’re doing. You understand I can still fuck you like a cunt even if you don’t act like one?”
“You can always fuck me like a cunt, cause that’s what you are. Asshole” she adds under her breath.
She is truly trying to drive me insane. Truly.
I do some more jaw grabbing and face rubbing until she bends over.
She.
Bends.
Over.
Under the premise of looking for a beer on the lower part of the fridge and I don’t know, man… maybe it’s innocent. But you know Tessa as well as I do at this point. Would you bet on her innocence? Would you really?
I don’t.
And even if I did, I am still a hot blooded man.
When she bends over, I can see the lines of her pussy all pressed up against the fabric. I slide my finger there, just to feel her cause it’s been a while and I miss her.
She jumps up a little as if she didn’t expect it, tightening up her puss and ass. But right after a cute little gasp, she relaxes and stays put, gladly accepting my fingering while trying to pretend she doesn’t care about it.
“This fucking bikini is gonna make me lose my mind” I think I say it out loud, but I am so horny I can’t think straight.
“You like it? You should see me without it”
“Yeah? You wanna go upstairs?” I ask.
“What’s wrong with right here? You lost your balls?”
“You know the story of the little girl who played with fire?” I push her bikini to the side.
“Let me guess, she got bur…OH” I grab her puss and finger her for a second before I notice something that makes my whole blood… listen: my WHOLE blood get drained down to my cock.
“What the fuck?” I stop, feeling goosebumps so powerful my knees shiver “Did you…” I gotta check this out. I hook her bikini to get it out of the way so I can look “Did you wax? Did you wax… for me?”
“I waxed for the bikini” she pushes my hand away.
“I wanna see” I pull my cock out, still holding her in place, cause I wanna see it, sure… But I also wanna dick her right after that.
“Well, too bad. You won’t”
“Why not”
“Cause you called me a cunt. I don’t know if I liked that”
I snark, cause I’m so fucking done with these little games.
“Tessa, I’m not gonna keep remiding you of safe words, do you understand? You know what it is and you said you wanted non-con, so be warned. Next time I feel you deserve to get dick, I’ll give it to you”
“I’ve been waxing for 3 days and you only just noticed” she shrugs, still bent over trying to find me a beer “So excuse me if I’m not holding my breath for your cock. At this point, I’m not even sure you have a dick anymor… OH” she gasps again as I fuck her, just the tip though. Just a little bit of dick to shut her up “Trevor, people are right outside” she gasps with heavy eyelids, scratching my thighs over the jean “Get a hold of yourself!”
“Dont’t fuck with fire, Tessa” I move my hips and shove my whole cock in until my balls slap her.
Just one hump.
One.
One taste of it.
Then I pull out.
Fully.
And I wanna stop here to get some credit cause do you have any idea how hard it is to pull completely out of a steaming hot woman who’s been driving you insane for five days?
It’s hard.
Trust me.
I should get a medal or something.
Cock goes back in the pants and she looks at me flustered.
“What… what are you doing? You were fucking me” she demands me back in.
“Yeah. But people are right outside, get a hold of yourself” I play it off like it’s nothing and she goes red with rage.
I love brats. I hate games.
But if she wants play, I can play too.
She adjusts her bikini bottom to cover her pussy.
“I still wanna see that shaved pussy” I say with so much lust I am almost drooling through the words.
“Fuck off”
“I’m gonna see that shaved pussy”
“Go eat ass, Trevor”
“Yours. Very soon”
I slide my teeth over her ear just as she walks away.
We get back to the yard and in comes the Weasel. With his Weasel arms and his Weasel smile. Greedy Weasel hands all over Tessa.
She is all wet and God does she look beautiful! I wanna eat my hands. And no, this is not a random thought. Tessa makes me want to bite and eat things that have no business being food… it happens often, it’s just my body trying to deal with this growing urge to bite her tits.
“Trevor, where is your beer?” Clyde asks. He is another one of Tessa’s friends. One I actually like.
“Hm?”
“Didn’t you just go inside to get a beer?” He points at my hands, absent beer.
Well, that is a very good fucking question, Clyde.
That’s twice now, Tessa’s body made me forget what I was doing.
“I… I don’t think I saw any beers” I sound unsure.
I can see Tessa licking her own smile.
“There might be some in the fridge in the garage!” She points out “I forgot, let’s check it”
She goes back in and I follow her cause if she is gonna bend over for the fridge again, I wanna be there for the show.
Her pussy looks so good slightly covered by the bikini like this. I can see the little bumps when she bends, you know? Marking the area I’d like to have slamming against my groin. I let her walk in front of me so I can keep checking her out until we get to the kitchen.
“It’s so easy to pull your strings, Trev. You sure you are a dominant? Cause you just look like my pet right now”
This fucking woman.
My cock was already half pump. But she provokes me and it goes up all the way, like it’s telling me “Trevor, you fucking pussy, you gonna let this woman talk to you like that and walk? Spread her fucking legs. Teach her respect”. It’s very hard to argue against my hard cock. It has a natural talent to convince me of things.
What I do next is very casual. Like it’s routine.
Tessa has her back turned to me, I push her bikini to the side once more and dick her again. Just once, in and out, again.
My move catches her completely off guard. She jumps up so hard, I have to hold her to stop her head from hitting the cabinets.
“What are you doing!” She pushes me away, hard “Stop that!”
No.
I grab her waist with a powerful grip.
“I warned you” I whisper in her hair, breathing in her perfume “I’m gonna dick you every time you have an attitude. Try me”
I force her hips to move so I can hump her again. She loses balance and her hands hit some of the plates on the counter.
“Trevor! Stop!”
“I’ll stop when I’m done” I put the tip of my cock inside her pussy again, but she moves all the way around and slaps it away.
Now, I don’t mind a little pain every now and then, but she never did something like this before. She never used force to keep me away. So I hold. Actually, it would be more accurate to say I freeze.
Does this mean she really doesn’t want it? Fuck, I wish Tessa had safe worded me at least once before, so I’d know she’d use it.
I am so horny I can feel my heart beat in my balls. But I try to catch my breath and raise my hands just enough so she’d understand I’m calling truce. We stare at each other for the longest time, I try to find a cue in her eyes to what she wants me to do, but I got nothing, so I slowly put my cock back in my pants.
“You know what’s your problem, Trevor?”
“What?” I say, cautiously.
“You think you are the only one who knows how to fuck, and that I’m some inexperienced girl. You think I am so…” she takes a deep breath and make sure I’m looking at her “Green” she adds and I stop breathing.
“Excuse me?” I add, still being careful.
“You think I am… “ she pauses again, willingly separating the word from the rest “Green. You understand?”
Yeah, baby. I understand.
“But I’m a grown woman, not a needy little bitch like you. So fuck off”.
And now it’s open season.
It’s open fucking season.
She was trying to go to the garage right? Well, she never makes there.
Hell, she barely made it to the hallway.
“You disrespectful fucking cunt” I grab her wrists hard. I am so much bigger than her I can fit both her wrists in one of my hands and hold them perfectly in place.
“Let me go” she tries to knee me but I am three times her size and pinning her against the wall is the easiest fucking thing I’ve done all year.
I move to slide her bikini to the side for the hundredth time and she bites me. Little bitch bites me, can you believe that?
“Keep your filthy hands off my pussy”
“Your pussy? YOUR pussy?” I bite her back, only I’m stronger so I bite her harder “You think it’s yours? This fucking thing is mine” I rip her bikini bottom off entirely and leave her naked in the middle of the hallway. She gasps, but she is so turned on there is a river going on down her puss right now.
“Trevor, no! Stop this!” She whimpers as I press the tip of my cock on her slit “Trevor, please”
“Shh, almost over. This is between me and my pussy. You be quiet.”
She squirms trying to wiggle her way out but I am so much bigger and heavier than she is that it can’t even be called a fight.
I bring her bikini to my face so I can bury my nose in her pussy smell and it’s so fucking good that I feel a chill down my spine going all the way to my pubes.
She tries to scratch me and put up a ridiculous little fight, but my cock’s tip is already in. Her legs are spread open and there is but one thing in this world she could possibly do to prevent me from taking her.
“This is what you call putting up a fight?” I tease her “For all your strong woman bravado, I was expecting so much more, Tessie. You got nothing”. I think that pisses her off for real, cause before she was cute-fighting me… now she tries pushing me away with all her strength. Feels like fighting-for-her-life. Matters not. Makes zero difference to me.
But this is the exact moment I choose to fuck her. I just had my tip in before, but as soon as she decides to full fight, I dig in until my balls slap her ass to teach her respect.
“Get off me! Asshole! I said ’no’!” She whimpers more, pushing me away with all the strength in her weak little arms. I press her even tighter against the wall. She turns her face to escape my lips, so I have my forehead pressing against her temple and my nose on her cheek.
“I’m getting your ass next” I whisper “Been playing this tune for far too long. I’m ready to dance!”
“You’re not getting my ass”
I’m still balls deep in her. I didn’t move. I don’t hump her at all. I just stay there. In her. She moves and tries to fight me which makes the muscles inside her squeeze my cock like it’s a bottle of toothpaste.
“And you plan to stop me how?”
“I’ll scream!”
I shove her bikini panties in her mouth and gag her with it.
“No, you won’t. What else you got?” I move my hips back and slam into her one more time with such power that she goes up the wall. Her eyes roll back so far into her head I doubt they are ever coming back.
And then I pull out.
Completely.
Fuck, I should get a medal for this fucking move.
I should have the medal named after me.
You think it’s easy? You think it’s easy to have a sweet pussy drooling its honey on your shaft while the woman is bound by your body weight and gagged with the smell and taste of her own cunt… and then you pull out? You think it’s easy? You try it, motherfucker. Just you try it. I want that medal.
I pull out and leave her empty and hollow. Looking at me with tears in her confused eyes and some saliva still threatening to escape her lips. Trying desperately to catch her breath only barely aware that she is completely naked from the waist down.
“Go get my beer” I put my cock back in my pants.
Tessa stares at me like she does not believe me.
This isn’t an euphemism.
She actually doesn’t believe me.
She is waiting for me to fuck her again. Waiting for anything. Feeling her insides burn almost as much as my balls right now. But I give her nothing.
“You deaf, cunt? Go get my beer”
She spits out the bikini bottom, but I take it from her and close it in my clenched fist.
“Give that back, Trevor, so I can…
“I would, if you asked. But you demand. So no”
Tessa looks around, because we are we in a very very very public setting and she has her ass and her clean shaven pussy out.
“Please?” She shivers.
I lean into her so my eyes are on level with hers. I am feeling it so bad I show a little teeth when I say:
“Go get my fucking beer” I whisper, with my voice hoarse and drenched in lust “Make me ask again and I’ll take your top too”.
She believes me. As she should.
She turns to walk to the garage and as she does I smack her ass. Hard and loud. To make it hurt. She jumps up a bit and caresses the area I stroke. Fuck me if she doesn’t look cute doing it. So sweet, trying to care for the area I just hit. Like a little innocent flower, makes me want to kiss her ass cheek a little and say “daddy will make it stop hurting, baby”. But she’s been baiting me for that hate fuck all day and I plan to oblige.
I close the garage door as soon as we are there and stand with my back against it, keeping it closed.
The fridge is large and horizontal, she is gonna have to bend over every time she goes get a beer and God knows I’m gonna make her get like ten different ones. She has such nice ass, fuck me blind. Round and popping up like a woman who does not skip a fucking day at the gym, not even for the holidays.
And then she turns around and it’s even worst. Her waxed pussy looks so smooth. You ever been to the bakery and seen a cake that looks like it was covered in velvet, one of those you just know it’s gonna taste excellent? That’s Tessa’s pussy right now. Not a single hair on her, just a bit of glow that probably comes from either my pre cum or hers. Or both.
Her bikini top is almost giving up after the attack she suffered on the hallway. Its holding on by the skin of its teeth, and only because her nipples have gone so hard they are working like hooks, keeping the piece in place.
She holds out the beer bottle but I don’t go for it just yet.
I stare at her body a little more and stroke my cock for a second.
“Your puss looks so good. I don’t like that you shaved it without my permission, but it looks good”
“I need your permission to shave my pussy?” She asks with an attitude.
“You ever been fucked by a beer bottle, Tess?”
Her eyes go wide as she gulps.
“No”
“Yeah, so maybe don’t test me, hm? Turn around, bend over and put your ass up cause I’m gonna fuck it”
I take the beer and she looks around as if the instructions made no sense.
“You’re gonna…? Here? Now? No”
I grab her by the throat because I mean business.
“I’m sorry, was I asking?”
“N-no”
“No… what?” I squeeze her throat a little more.
“No, sir” she stutters.
I let her go, put the beer on a shelf and touch my belt just to get the buckle out of the way. That’s when I notice Tess didn’t move.
“You fucking worthless piece of ass. Did you not understand me? Turn around. Ass up. Simple fucking instruct…” And then… then I notice she is staring at my belt. “Oh” I smile “Fucking whore. This is what you want?” I take it off really fucking slow. Roll it around my hand and it’s like this woman has been hypnotised.
“Turn around, baby, daddy will give you what you want”.
This time she obeys without missing a beat.
She holds on to whatever she can find and gives me her ass. I rolled the belt around my knuckles and I caress her pussy with the leather, very slightly. Just so she knows it’s there. She starts moaning so fast it’s like she is about to cum, so I pinch her clit.
“Don’t you fucking dare”. But my girl likes it rough and the pinching does nothing but turn her on more.
Fuck.
This is the issue with masochists, right? It’s hard to find a way to punish them.
“Tessa, if you cum right now, I’ll have to go fuck one of your girl friends”.
That does it.
She is still choking on her own saliva, but she isn’t climaxing anymore.
“Hit me” she asks “With the belt”
“You do not learn, do you? You don’t tell me what to do”
“You said you would. You said you’d hit me”
“Yeah, but did I say when?”
“Trevor, don’t you fucking dare” she starts to turn so I hold her in place and fuck her pussy just to get her juice on my cock.
“You gotta say goodbye to your virgin ass, now”
“No, not right now. You spank me first, you fucking asshole. Then I’ll let you have it…
“Let me?” I grab her ass cheeks with my large hands and spread her ass open like it’s on the menu. I rub my cock covered in her pussy juice over her tight hole “Let me?”
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry, ok? Sir, please?”
I press just the tip of my cock into her hole and she starts squirming so good.
“The spanking first, you promised”
“No” I press a little more and her whimpers turn to moan and back to whimpers.
“No, Trevor, don’t. Please. Please not here” she is so wet she is leaking on my shoes. I think she may already be cumming.
“Am I still treating you like you’re inexperienced?” I fuck her ass one inch at a time, just a little bit more “Am I still treating you like you’re green?”
It’s just there for a split second, but she has that horny hungry-looking smirk like a whore.
“Yes” she confirms the green “Please, don’t fuck it here”
“I’ll fuck it wherever I want”
She moans so loud someone will hear us.
I push a little deeper.
Her ass is tight. Like fighting me tight. It’s almost impossible to shove it in but God does it feel wonderful.
Keeping focus is hard. I want this to be good for her, but I can barely maintain my own consciouness. I’m drifting so fucking fast to that delicious place where your full balls just go empty in a second.
“Please, don’t. No, please stop. Daddy, please. Not here.”
“Shh, almost over” I grab her hips and her body shakes like orgasm is ripping her apart. Climaxing like only a well-fucked woman can.
Fuck, she does like this “almost over” thing, doesn’t she? Well then, for good measure I say “Daddy is almost over”.
She keeps trying to fight me but every one of her moves just twists my dick inside her more and I’m about to fill her up so full, her ass will still be leaking my jizz two weeks from now.
Then.
THEN.
I swear to fucking Christ our Lord, there is a loud bang outside like a bunch of people in the kitchen just dropped something.
I pull out and she gets off me, scared we’re gonna get caught.
I look at the door in despair expecting someone to walk through it in a second but the thing is I am so fucking unbelievably out of my mind horny, I don’t even think straight. I am so fucking pissed.
“I’m gonna burn this whole house down I swear to God” the words shiver out of my mouth. Tess takes her bikini bottom and puts it back on and I take her lead to put my cock away but honestly… anyone walks in here right now, they are gonna guess what we were doing. They are absolutely gonna guess what we were doing. Tessa has her thighs obviously wet. I am obviously hard to a point where there is no hiding it. Fuck, I was in her ass a second ago. Actually inside her ass. First man to ever do it.
“Go upstairs” I tell her “Right now, right the fuck now”
“Trevor…”
“Don’t fuck with me you c…
“Trev, red!” She says panicking and I swallow my words mid-sentence “I dont’t know if my mom and your dad are back. I… that door is open. Are we insane, right now?”
Post nut clarity, ladies and gentlemen.
She came. Great for her.
Really fucking great.
I didn’t.
But she said red. So I go quiet and nod my head.
She cups my cheeks and kisses one of them.
“I’m sorry” I can tell she feels guilty, even though it’s not her fault “I’ll take care of you later, I promise”
I just nod my head again, cause I really don’t have control over my body to do anything other than that.
“I’ll let you fuck my ass for real” she says with a guilty smile and I feel so sad for Trevor. Poor poor Trevor who had this wonderful ass around his cock for like eight seconds. “All night, ok?” she says. And let me tell you: eight seconds of ass is not enough seconds “Ok, baby?” She says and I… I don’t know, man. It feels like I melted a little.
She hardly ever calls me baby.
She only does it when she’s being mean or ironic, or when she is dead horny. Now she doesn’t seem to be any of that.
“Ok” I smile and she kisses the corner of my lips before guiding us back to the kitchen.
Brother, I am so horny.
I don’t think I can explain it with words cause if I try, I feel like saying hauihgduyewgihduhd or something, you know?
I am so horny my eyes hurt. I keep seeing these black spots like my brain is running out of blood.
The noise in the kitchen was just our friends. I try to escape for a second to go jerk off cause there is no way I will survive the whole night like this. I’m sorry, Tess, but I won’t.
She grabs me as I’m trying to slip away.
“Don’t” she says.
“What?”
“Don’t rub it off. I wanna take care of it”
I’m gonna cry, dude. I’m actually gonna cry.
This woman is gonna rob me of my sanity. She’s gonna take it and run with it and I’ll be left behind with a hard on in a mental institution.
“Tessa, have mercy”
“I thought the noise was your dad and my mom, but they are not back yet. I don’t mind risking it in front of these guys”
“What?”
“I don’t wanna get caught, but I don’t mind risking it. I’d mind if it was our parents”
“They’re gonna spend the night at your aunt Cecille’s. They’re probably helping with the wedding stuff until later”
“Oh, then you can absolutely keep doing what you were doing before”
I put my hands together in prayer.
“You are the devil. Actual Satan. Woman, what do you want from me?”
“You can go back to teasing me”
“You said red”
“I know. I’m unsaying it”
“Tessa” I take a deep breath “Right now, I’m on pause cause you safe worded, but my dick is hard as steel. It’s draining so much blood, I can’t feel my fingers. If you unpause this, I’m gonna have no fucking mercy on your pussy. Or your ass. You understand?”
“Yeah, but you’d have to catch me”
“Catch you?”
“Yeah. I’m unpausing it. Carry on”
I grab her waist immediately. Immediately. Cause I’m gonna fuck her where I stand but this hellish woman was ready for it, and slipped through my fingers like soap.
My cock is so hard it’s about to rot and fall off.
We go back to the yard with her friends. She joins them by the pool while I stay back a little and put my shirt back on.
“Uh, Trevor?” Clyde laughs.
“What?” I say. And as soon as they all turn at me, Tessa (who is at the far back and away from everyone’s sight but mine) touches her top like she is adjusting it and removes it. Showing me her naked breasts. She pinches one of her nipples and rolls it around her finger. Her eyes almost close as she breathes through ajar lips.
That’s for me.
I have a chair in front of me to keep my boner safe from everyones eyes. But they are all quiet like they are expecting an answer and I think Clyde already asked me something, only I didn’t hear it.
“I’m sorry?” I say.
“I said… where is your beer, mate?”
Oh, for fuck’s sake.
Did I forget this fucking thing again?
Tess comes up with some random lie and says “I’ll get for you”. If I follow her, we’d be too obvious. But ask me if I care.
You didn’t, but I don’t.
I follow her. I’m a few steps behind her. Enough so that when I get to the garage she already has the beer bottle. Which she opened and is currently rubbing against her pussy.
Now I want you to take your time and really picture this.
Smoking hot, saliva inducing delicious woman. Bikini pushed to the side like a whore on payroll. Grinding her glistening recently shaved pussy against a beer bottle so cold it’s sweating.
She doesn’t shove it in, but presses the tip of the bottle across her slit, drenches it in some nice Tessa Juice before handing it to me.
Imagine it’s you, ok?
Imagine you’ve just been handed that bottle.
What do you do?
Cause, friend, I got nothing.
“Here” she says “Now I’ve been fucked by a beer bottle”
I can’t speak.
I look at that thing in my hand feeling its cold burning me.
She leaves the garage and I need a moment before I follow her.
I walk back and I think maybe I lost my ability to dominate a woman. Or maybe it’s just the sudden realization that eventually comes to all of us in bdsm: the dominant is never really the one in charge.
It’s the submissive, isn’t it?
In healthy bdsm, the subs are the ones setting the pace and by God is Tessa in charge of me right now.
This goes on all through the night.
I rub my cock against her whenever I can get close enough. I try her thighs, her waist, her stomach. I have my hands on her whenever I can. It feels like a game. Like a dance. Like a hunt.
And she doesn’t fall behind. Suddenly, she is the one checking out my tattoos with her hands. And I let her. Fuck, I’d let her do anything.
“You wanna go upstairs right now?” I ask.
“Just out of curiosity… what would you do if I didn’t let you fuck me afterall?” She has a sadistic smile and walks away without waiting for a reply.
She wouldn’t do that right?
Not tonight, not after…
She has clothes back on while we eat pizzas for dinner, but I’ll be damned if every time eyes turn my way, she doesn’t take the opportunity to flash me her tits. It’s discreet and quiet. She pulls one side of her shirt, or slowly lifts it, She is wearing no bra and every time she does it, I can see her tiny pink nipples going harder and harder as the night goes by.
She likes that I’m hungry for her.
She likes that I’m mad.
She also likes suggesting that’s all I’m getting tonight. A flash of her tits and nothing more. Fuck that.
One of the times she does this, Ethan almost catches her mid flash and that makes me shiver in the wrong way.
She gets up to clean some dishes and looks at me like she wants company. So I get up and start moving her way, only Lou decides to interrupt me for whatever. I take eight seconds to get rid of her and I think eight seconds really is a cursed amount of time for me cause as soon as I look up, Ethan made his way to help Tess.
He hugs her from behind and she put her ass up against his crotch, dry humping him.
Now… I’ll be honest. She probably didn’t see him and thought it was me.
But I don’t much care.
The black spots in my sight go red with rage.
Ethan thinks the dry humping is for him and puts his hands on her waist, kissing her shoulder.
She takes a second too long to realize it’s not me, and is still rubbing her ass on his dick.
I am not a particularly religious man. I never believed in being possessed with something.
But that was before Ethan rubbed his dick on my girl’s ass. Now I know it’s true. Evil is true and it can take over us and make us want to commit bloody murder.
I get to that kitchen so fast there is a strong possibility I ran Louise over.
I get there as Tessa notices her mistake and back him off. He acts cool, but he thinks she is pushing him away cause I caught them, so he smiles and winks at her before going back to the living room.
“I thought it was you” she says with a smile that is both innocent and guilty. Like it was an honest mistake but she is loving it that she can reap it’s benefits.
“You know, when I fuck you tonight… and I will fuck you tonight. I’m gonna forget you never did anal before”
“What if I lock myself in my room before you get me?”
“Try it. I will break it down and fuck your ass raw with no lube”
I am fucking her tonight or I will change my name.
But she is sneaky.
An hour later, I blinked and she was gone.
“Off to bed” someone said.
She is really gonna do this to me, isn’t she? She convinced me not to jerk off only to torture me further.
I’m almost giving up. I walk up the stairs and into the hallway, who do I see? Alone in the dim light, still wet from the shower, leaving the bathroom wearing nothing but a towel?
Oh, vindication, how good do you feel!
She turns her head my way and we lock eyes.
It’s a fraction of a second.
One fraction.
She runs away.
I go for her.
I’m faster and I’m not wet or wrapped in a towel. I am already hard again, and it’s not easy to run with a boner, but I get by.
I grab her as she is crossing the door into her room, trying to lock herself in safety. She tries to kick me but I am not fucking having it. I take her to my room and I am so rough carrying her that by the time I close the door her towel is gone.
I lock the door.
I put the key in my pocket.
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