I surveyed the room myself for a moment. It was an easy decision to make. Josie’s friend Emily was sat directly to her left. I hate this girl, but she is truly stunning. Golden Brown curls, perfect tits, perfect arse and a smidgen of puppy fat, that enhances rather that detracts from her appeal.
Miss Tan didn’t disappoint, ‘I’d say Emily,’ she replied, still looking a little baffled.
‘Okay. Here’s what I want,’ I started to explain, ‘It’s a Friday night. You’ve put the little whore in detention. The whole college has emptied. Just the two of you remain. I want you to tell me what happens.’
She smiled and started tapping away at her phone.
‘She comes into my classroom,’ she began, ‘I tell her to sit down and give her some work to complete.
‘She does as she is told to begin with, and I start marking some books. Ten minutes pass, I look up and I notice she is watching something on her phone.
‘I storm over and angrily tell her to hand it over. She refuses, so I snatch it from her. As I do I notice what I assume is a porn video is playing on the screen.
‘On closer inspection I see the video is not porn. It’s actually Emily on screen…sucking on a big fat cock. I can’t take my eyes off the screen.
She asks if I like what I’m seeing. I tell her ’no’, but she sees straight through me. Standing up, she grabs my hair and forces me to my knees.
‘‘You’re going to do exactly as I say’ she tells me lifting up her skirt. She pulls her panties to one side and orders me to eat her teenage cunt.’
I looked up at this point. The pink glow in Truman’s cheeks had her turned to a fiery red. Her legs were spread as wide as possible. She continued to tap away at her phone, engrossed in her fantasy. I had to pinch myself. For the last two weeks I had been moping in the belief that my game with this slut had ended in shattering defeat, and now it was back on, full-throttle.
‘I try to resist. I tell her to let me go, or she’ll be in big trouble. A vicious slap lands straight across the face’
‘She leans down bringing her face within an inch of mine. ‘Suck my fucking cunt,’ she demands, biting her lip.
‘I timidly stick out my tongue. She laughs and forces my face straight into her wet pussy. I start licking, she moans. I lick faster and she moans harder.
‘I bring my hands up and I spread her lips so I can probe deeper. Her cunt tastes amazing. I flick the tip of my tongue over her clit again and again. Her knees start to weaken, and I’m told to stop.
‘She walks over to a chair at the back of the class, sits down and orders me to crawl to her, on all fours.
‘I do as I’m told. She spreads her legs as I reach her and grabs my hair. I greedily shove my tongue back into her pussy.’
Again, I looked up. She had now stopped typing. She was staring at me, breathing heavily.
‘Why have you stopped?’ I asked, frowning.
‘I can’t do anymore Sir. Not without touching myself.’
I looked around the room. For a crazy second I thought, so touch yourself.
‘Okay,’ I typed, coming to my senses, ’that’s enough for now. But as soon as this lesson is over I want you to go to the toilet and finish. Understand?’
‘Yes Sir,’ she replied, with a smile.
A very long half an hour later, I was sitting in a toilet cubicle myself, waiting patiently.
‘Hello Sir?’ she texted.
‘I’m waiting…’
‘May I touch myself please Sir?’
‘Yes. Now continue!’
‘I am still licking her sweet young pussy. I can feel she is close to cumming. Her hand tightens its grip on my hair. ‘She’s going to cum,’ I think to myself. But I’m wrong.
‘She yanks my head back, away from her pussy. She tells me to undress. I’m soon standing naked in front of her. She picks up a ruler from the nearest desk.
‘With a sadistic smile, she tells me I’ve got a choice to make. ‘You can let me smack your pussy with this ruler…or you can drink my hot piss. Which is it to be?’
‘I drop immediately to my knees and open my mouth. ‘You want the piss?’ she asks, surprised. ‘No,’ I tell her ‘I want both’’
And there the fantasy ended.
‘Sir. I need to cum Sir. Please may I cum?’ she pleaded.
‘Do it,’ I replied.
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Story 14
Titfuck & Betrayal
It’s late. I think. I’m in a hotel room in the town I live in. Not far from where I live, in fact. I’m meant to be working late at the office!!!!
I’m not!
A woman who is not my wife is sucking my cock while she sits on my face. It is the greatest 69 of my life.
She is gorgeous. She is my boss, younger than me with long black hair, fabulous large, pert, creamy tits, and an arse that could stop a man dead in his tracks.
She is Zoe. She is currently grinding that arse into my face, almost suffocating me with it, still wearing a tiny pair of black satin panties that are soaking wet and being ground slowly over and over into my mouth and nose.
I can feel her fishnet stocking tops against the side of my head and the sweat as she envelopes me with her thighs, and her panting and moaning with the effort as she writhes on top of me.
My cock is deep in her throat, Zoe giving me the slowest, longest, filthiest blow job I have ever had. We have been here for hours. I can’t be sure how long. Zoe put something in my drink. My cock has been so stiff for so long I’m practically light-headed from lack of blood.
Just then my phone rings. The ringtone I set for my wife of 15 years, Jemma.
I go to get up, groggy with lust. Zoe grinds her incredible arse into my face, pushing me back onto the pillow and then I hear Zoe’s languid, teasing voice. The cat who got the cream.
“Oh HELLO Jem”.
I freeze. Not again. Don’t make me do this again.
I can hear my wife’s voice as Zoe puts the phone down and the speaker on. She is suspicious, I can hear it.
She is right to be.
As my wife talks, Zoe begins running her tongue slowly and firmly up and down my thick, glistening shaft.
I think this is her favourite part of it all. Of the whole thing. Knowing that my cock is in her mouth while she talks to her old friend. My wife.
“Hello Zoe. Can I talk to Sam please?”
Jemma sounds pissed off. I can’t think why.
Zoe runs her tongue up to the tip of my cock, her head lifted up so her sweaty, glistening tits brush my chest, making my cock throb.
Then she swallows me completely, my cock disappearing ever-so-slowly between her glistening pink lips into her mouth, still bright with sticky gloss.
“Hello Zoe. Can you hear me?” I hear the frustration (and dislike) in my wife’s voice. She hates that Zoe is working at my agency, and hates even more the fact that I now report into a woman she suspects me (rightly) of having an affair with years ago. A woman who used to be one of her best friends.
“Mmm?” murmurs Zoe, eventually coming up for air with a slow, wicked smile on her face.
“Sorry Jem.” She replies, slowly. “It’s really full-on here tonight. Sam has got his hands full believe me. He asked me to get his phone for him. Can I help you?”
She reaches around languidly with her hand and pulls her tiny, soaking, satin panties to one side, showing me her delicious pussy and then arches her back again as I slowly and deliberately run my tongue up to and into her tight arsehole.
I’m not going to lie. I didn’t want this. But I had no choice. And now I love it.
I have found talking to my wife on the phone while my gorgeous younger boss sucks me off is one of the dirtiest, most exciting things that can happen to a 45 year old man.
I am busy running my tongue up and down her arse when Zoe suddenly changes tack.
“Oh here he IS Jem!” she gasps just as I slowly force my tongue into her arse. While I compose myself and sit up on the bed, she moves around to face me, a smile on her face and I watch her lean forward, kneel down and slide my aching cock into her deep, glistening cleavage, wet from hours of debauched hotel activity.
She keeps smiling as she begins to titfuck me while I try and talk to my wife about ‘my day’.
In truth I’ve barely done any work today. I left the office with Zoe not long after lunch, and a morning of her sending me some pretty distracting shots taken in her office with her blinds down.
I’ve not got much work done at all to be honest since Zoe and I came to our ‘agreement’. That she wouldn’t have me fired as long as I began to fuck her - wherever, whenever she wanted. It’s a long story.
I can’t be sure but given our history and what I know of her kinky nature, I think she really gets off on the knowledge that she is screwing her old friend’s husband again.
She has basically taken my life away and replaced it with her perverted daydreams of lust and revenge against my wife.
And now? She’s all I think about.
She has made me fuck her in our married bed at home when my family was away. She made me find my wife’s old bridal underwear, slowly dressed in it for me, then made me fuck her up the arse as she filmed us. She made me come all over arse, my wife’s panties pulled across her cheeks as I sprayed hot spunk all over them, panting. My betrayal complete. The film she has of it just one more reason I can never stop.
She has taken me lingerie shopping with her when she knew my family were out shopping too. She has made me fuck her in the changing rooms on all fours with my belt tied tight around her neck, riding her as the shop assistant banged on the changing room doors, her panties stuffed in her mouth to gag her from making too much noise.
My wife heard the commotion and told me about it that night as I lay there, my cock hard again just thinking about it.
Zoe keeps threatening to borrow my teenage daughter’s school uniform along with her first ‘sexy’ pair of knickers (she’s 15) and make me fuck her in them. Sometimes she calls me ‘daddy’ while she rides me and makes me suck her tits. I have held her off but recently found myself thinking about it and I know it will happen. There is nothing she won’t do.
She scares me but I am trapped. I have grown to love the thrill of betrayal, looking down at the sight of my cock deep in Zoe’s mouth as she makes me call home to say I’ll be late. Again.
Have you ever had a beautiful woman straddle you, her perfumed cleavage grinding into you, your wife in one ear on the phone and the other ear full of the other woman’s tongue, whispering that she wants you to fuck her in the arse?
I’ll tell you about all this properly one day. But for now I’m back in the room, getting the titty fuck of my life. Loving it and hating it.
“Tell Jemma that you’re fucking my tits. That you’re mine now.” She leans in and whispers in my ear before kneeling down again.
I’m gasping now as Zoe pouts at me, pushing her fabulous, wet, sticky tits together around my cock and grinds against it, fucking me harder every minute. Her breasts feel utterly amazing.
“I want your cock in my throat again” she mouths at me. “I want to swallow you. Tell her. Tell Jemma what I’m doing to you.”
I shake my head. But I can’t stop. And I’m seconds away from coming all over her deep cleavage. I’m seized with the sudden animal desire to ride her from behind, pulling her hair back tight and forcing my cock into her arse and filling her with my hot spunk, but she won’t let me get up. She wants me to cum like this, while I’m on the phone.
What is a blackmailed man to do?
I look at her dark, long, wet hair and big eyes, her thick, sluttish make-up that she knows is such a turn-on that she had done it especially in the hotel bathroom as soon as we arrive and then came out in stilettos, fishnet stockings, those panties and a black bra that pushes her tits into a creamy, deep valley that I want to spend the rest of the day climbing out of.
“I own you now. Don’t I darling?” she had whispered to me as she slowly sank to her knees in front me and began to run her tongue along the huge bulge in my trousers…
Back in the moment I am about to come all over her tits as I hear my wife demanding to know when I am coming home. I stare drunkenly into Zoe’s eyes as my cock explodes between her tits and she moans, all the while staring at me.
“What was that noise? Where ARE you?” says my wife.
I gaze at Zoe as she stands up, gleaming in the half-light of the hotel room, my cum dripping off her huge, pert tits onto my face as she stands over me, her soaking panties pulled half way down her thighs, her hair tousled and gorgeous.
Slowly I watch as she stares at me, and starts to trace a heart in the cum across her sticky tits.
She puts her finger deep into her mouth and sucks it clean.
She takes the phone with one hand, and pulls my head in between her tits, making me lick and them clean while she says:
“I’m afraid Sam is going to have to pull an all-nighter tonight Jem. I’ll let you have him back tomorrow.”
She hangs up on my wife then drops my phone in the champagne bucket by the bed…
[To be continued]
I hadn’t always been a depraved adulterer who got off on being sucked off while on the phone to his wife.
Up until about two years ago my life was relatively normal.
Zoe used to be one of my wife’s best friends, from back in the day. I had always wanted Zoe, even then. She would come round from work to see Jemma, dressed in full-on killer ‘account director’ mode.
She was working at a different agency from me then and I was almost relieved I didn’t have to daily try not to stare at her fantastic arse in the tight, clingy short skirts that she would wear or try not to stare, helplessly, at her deep, soft cleavage.
Eventually we had begun a disastrous affair for a few months about two years ago, during which she confessed that she had always hated my wife after we had got together.
“You were meant to be mine” she told me, riding my cock one night, while I eagerly sucked and licked her huge, delicious tits. “But then Jem got you and I had to watch the two of you swan off down the aisle. I hated every moment of that fucking wedding. And I swore I would have you eventually”.
It hadn’t worked out. The sex was mindblowing. But I was constantly wracked with guilt and hated going home to Jemma afterwards. It freaked me out how much Zoe seemed to love the fact that I was screwing her on the side. The wrongness of it really turned her on.
She would pop round to our house a lot, supposedly to see my wife, supposedly one of her best friends. She’d sit on the sofa, chatting and laughing, whilst slowly crossing and uncrossing her fantastic long legs, showing me her scarlet silk panties in all their glory. She would try and grab me, right there in my house, whenever we found ourselves alone for a minute.
“Come on. She’ll never know” as she guided my hands up her skirt and round her cheeks. I had compartmentalised my affair quite neatly in my mind as something that didn’t affect my family, and I hated that this was happening in my house.
Eventually, regretfully (the sex was spectacular) I ended it and slowly our lives got back to normal. Zoe went to work abroad and we lost touch (deliberately on my part).
…Until two years later, when Zoe came back from her ludicrously well-paid role in Dubai and was promoted into our agency as client services director. Which meant, as I am an account director, that she was my boss.
All the men were in agreement: she was HOT. As she sashayed her magical arse in its tight skirts and even tighter dresses through the agency each day, we would all try not to stare at her.
Luscious dark black long hair that fell onto large, firm tits, on top of a slim waist and killer legs. She was the kind of woman who always wore heels. Usually with stockings.
About a month into her return, I was working late on a new client campaign when she emailed me to ask me into her office.
There, she hit me with a bombshell. She had requested a thorough audit of the books and discovered my secret: petty larceny. I hadn’t thought of it like petty larceny of course, but that’s what it was. I had been slowly and quietly draining money out of the agency accounts for the last few years and thought my methods were foolproof.
Apparently not.
I know, right? Adulterer and thief. Maybe my descent to real depravity wasn’t such a surprise after all.
“What the HELL have you been up to Sam?”
I tried to argue it for 20 minutes, but the numbers were there in black and white.
I’d never seen her serious like this. I was in deep, deep trouble.
Not just never-work-in-the-industry-again trouble either. Real, scary go-to-prison-do-not-pass-Go trouble.
“Sam, I know we’ve got a history” she looked at me “But I hope you realise how serious this is”.
I nodded my head dumbly, shellshocked.
“I’ve called an emergency meeting of the directors for first thing tomorrow morning. You’ll be suspended immediately and have to wait to see what their decision is, but if I were you I’d prepare for the possibility they might press criminal charges.”
She stood up, and I noticed for the first time that she was wearing a dress I remember her buying ‘for me’ when we were screwing each other.
It was a fantastically tight black wrap dress, held together with a slim belt, with a slit up her thigh and cut low so that when she leant forward in it you got the view of your life.
She moved round to the front of her desk, next to me. I had my head in my hands by now.
“Your life is over now.” She said softly, as she started to stroke my hair.
“You’re finished. Do you understand?”
I nodded.
“So I hope you believe me when I tell you that there is only one way out of this” she said softly.
I looked up to see her walk over to her office door and lock it.
She walked back over to me, looked down and smiled, as she started to loosen her belt.
“You should never have ended it Sam” she said, slowly pulling the black, clingy dress open.
“Then I’d never have left, never gone away and never come back here with the express intention of making your life - and Jemma’s - a living hell.”
“I’d have never had to secretly film you confessing to everything 5 minutes ago either. So you see, I’ve got you just where I want you.
I stared at her, my mouth open. Her dress hung off her. Underneath she was wearing sheer black stockings and suspenders, tiny sheer black panties high and tight across her arse, and a silk, black bra that was low cut so that her tits were practically falling out. She looked amazing.
“Oh this? What’s the matter? Doesn’t Jemma wear anything like this?” she smiled wickedly.
She doesn’t. Not any more.
“I’ve been looking forward to this for a very, very long time” she licked her lips. “Now get on the floor”.
“What?”
“If you don’t want to have to go home to Jemma to explain why you’re shortly going to lose your job and then your liberty, you should get down on your hands and knees and thank me.
NOW.”
Uncomprehending and confused, I did what she said. She towered over me now, leaning back against her desk. Her tits looked huge from down here on the floor. They hung above me, pert and massive, her nipples pushing through the silk.
“Thank you” I said, stupidly.
“Now. Kiss my pussy” she purred slowly, her eyes glinting in the low light of her office.
I must have looked confused.
She grabbed my head and forced my face roughly into her black panties. “Lick my pussy like a good, thankful boy who does what he’s told from now on. Whatever he’s told.”
Her panties were already soaking wet as she pushed my nose and mouth deep into them. Instinctively I put my hands up onto her hips, onto her suspender belt and pushed my tongue deep against the fabric.
“Ohhh yes, right there” she shuddered. She pulled her panties down tight across her thighs and pulled my hair to push my tongue up inside her.
She was hot and wet and tasted incredible. She turned around and bent across her desk, spreading her legs and her cheeks.
“Now lick my arsehole. Deep, baby. How you know I like it.”
She groaned out loud as I knelt behind her and buried my face between her cheeks, sweating now.
But I couldn’t believe what was happening. After everything. I’d spent two years trying to repair the damage I’d stupidly done to my marriage. And here I was. On my hands and knees with my tongue in Zoe’s arse. It was the most amazing, pert arse I’d ever seen but what the hell was I doing.
“I can’t, I shouldn’t” I said, coming up for air. I looked up pleadingly, my hair wild and my eyes blinking.
She looked behind her and smiled down at me. “I’m afraid there’s no such thing as ‘can’t’ any more Sam. If you don’t want me to ruin your life you’re going to find that there is practically nothing that you won’t do.
And you’re going to learn to love fucking me again. Over and over. You’re mine now, you see. To do what I want with. My own personal fuck toy.”
“So from now on I’m going to fuck you whenever and wherever I want. You’re going to fuck me night after night. Here. At my flat. In hotels. At work. I’ll lube your cock and make you fuck me up my arse while we’re on conference calls if I want to.”
She was rubbing my hard, wet cock through my pants hard all the time she talked, only inches away from me face.
“You’re coming with me on work trips to the US. I’ll ride your face wearing my favourite lace panties while I order room service for us. I. Can. Do. Whatever. I. Like.”
“We’ll have a fucking threesome with your hot teenage daughter if I decide to. If you’re very, very naughty I might have to fuck her with my strap-on while you film it. And then I will make you join in. Don’t you get it? I OWN YOU NOW.”
I could feel my cock straining hard against my pants as she pulled me up and pushed me against the desk. Zoe leaned in and as I felt her large tits press against my chest she sank her tongue into my mouth, her lips sticky with the lip gloss I knew she loved so much. She felt amazing. I couldn’t help myself and my hands instinctively roamed across her body, feeling her curves and the tight, damp underwear against her incredible body.
After a few minutes of silent, hungry, helpless kissing, she leant forward to my ear and whispered “That’s better. Now call Jemma. Call home and tell her you love her”.
I stared at her confused.
“DO IT. NOW.” she said, unzipping my trousers and sinking to her knees.
I suddenly had a flashback to once during our affair when Zoe had tried this stunt before and I had refused, describing it as evil.
“But don’t you get it?” she had replied that night on the floor of her apartment, purring at me as she rode me. “I am evil”.
She looked up at me now. “It’s very simple Sam. I want to hear you tell your wife that you love her whilst you fuck my mouth in my office and I swallow your cum. Is that such a big ask?”
“No. I won’t.”
“Last chance Sam. I’m going to give you one last chance. Say no to me again, about anything, and you’re out. And facing jailtime.” she slid her hand into my pocket and pulled my phone out, grinning.
“I’m going to make this really easy for you baby. I’ll even start you off.”
She wriggled out of her panties and dropped them to the floor, wet from her pussy and my mouth. She picked them up and smiling at me, said “Open wide”. As I opened my mouth she slowly forced them all the way in before kissing me hard on the lips.
“Mmmmm” she said. “I taste good.”
By this point I was a maelstrom of conflicting emotions. I could feel a line being crossed that I could never return to, and yet my cock was wet and hard with lust in my pants.
“Now I’m going to call your wife and you’re going to say nothing until you’re spoken to. Do you understand?”
I nodded, tasting her panties in my mouth.
“Don’t pretend you’re not loving this Sam” she purred, as with one hand on my phone she reached her other hand into my pants and began to give me a firm, slow hand job while she dialled. She held the phone close between both our ears so I could hear.
The phone began to ring.
“Hey baby!” my heart sank as I heard my wife, pleased to hear from me.
“Oh hey Jem!” said Zoe, smiling at me, unbuttoning my shirt.
“Zoe?” she sounded slightly surprised, but pleased to hear from her friend. Zoe hadn’t been round since she got back in the UK and given that Zoe was working at my company I know she thought it was strange that she hadn’t been round.
“I’m so sorry Jemma, I’ve had to ask Sam to work a late one tonight. Is that ok?” she asked as she looked straight into my eyes and pumped my cock rhythmically.
Her tits pushed hard against my bare chest, she leant in as Jemma talked, put the phone down on the desk and ran her tongue slowly and firmly up my neck and face, ending with my ear.
“I’ve dreamed about doing this for years.” she whispered to me, her breath and mouth hot and wet in my ear, her panties in my mouth, her hand wrapped tight around my cock.
Her tongue filled my ear and then I heard her: “I’m going to ruin everything you both have together. And you’re going to beg me to make you do it.”
“Now I want you to talk to her and tell her you love her, while I suck your balls and slide your cock deep into my throat. Do you want me to do that too?”
I gave in to it. I nodded, almost faint with lust by now. She pushed her fingers in my mouth and pulled out her panties, now sodden.
“Good boy.” she whispered. Then her voice suddenly changed.
“I’m going to hand you over to your lovely hubby now love. I just wanted to say hi. Drinks next week? Ok, bye!”
She handed me the phone, winked and slowly sank to her knees in front of me. I stared down at her as she slowly sank her lips around my cock, her eyes on me all the time she did it.
I watched my stiff, throbbing cock disappear into her sticky, glossy pink lips at exactly the moment I told my wife at the other end of the phone that I loved her. Just as she had told me.
It felt terrible. It also felt amazing. I almost moaned. She was sucking me so tight and so well that it was all I could do not to come right there and then.
“So are you pulling an all-nighter?” asked Jemma, sympathetically.
“Say yes” mouthed Zoe.
“It looks that way I’m afraid” I said as Zoe smiled and ran her tongue up and down my shaft.
“It’s a really hard one at the moment. A really tough nut to crack” I said, pulling her head onto my cock, pushing it deep and slow into Zoe’s throat.
“Well, I’ll see you tomorrow. Try and get a few hours sleep at some point. I love you!” said my wife as my new mistress knelt up, arching her back, staring at me triumphant, her mouth full of my cock.
Slowly she put her hands behind her back, and gazing up at me took my cock deep, deep into her throat…
Let’s go back 1 month before all these happens
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‘How’s Jemma?’ Zoe’s text said as I got into work. ‘Looking forward to her weekend away with Kat?’
I started as I read it. I had forgotten Zoe was friendly with my teenage daughter Kat in our former life and the two were still in touch. Zoe even mentioning her made me nervous.
The two of them were heading off for a girls’ weekend and Zoe had already informed me that “your cock is mine this weekend”.
‘At least you won’t have to make something up this time." she texted ‘We can fuck all weekend. I can taste your big, wet cock filling my mouth already.’
A photo pinged into my work inbox from her. It was of two different lipsticks. A scarlet red and a glossy pink. Then my phone pinged. ‘Which one do you want on my lips when you fuck them?’ it read. ‘You know how hard I love to suck your cock. You’ll be wearing half of this on your shaft when I suck you off into my mouth. You might as well like the colour.’
‘Glossy pink every time’ I replied, my cock aching and wet inside my pants.
It’s safe to say that I wasn’t getting much work done. I wasn’t getting much of anything done to be honest. I just couldn’t stop thinking about fucking Zoe. Sex with my wife, which had long since lost its edge, was now only ever had with me imagining that I was actually fucking Zoe.
After a few months of our affair, I would now only fuck Jemma in the dark, on all fours, my hands tight on her hips, pumping her hard and rough and long, panting and sweating with the effort, imagining it was Zoe: a woman who hated Jemma so much she could almost make herself come just from the knowledge that she was ruining her marriage.
I think Jemma enjoyed the occasional bit of hot and heavy but (naturally) she wanted tenderness too and that was something I couldn’t give her any more. I could feel myself tumbling down the rabbit hole towards the darkness, committing new acts each week that would have horrified the old me, but now… thrilled me.
There. I’d pretty much given up pretending that I wasn’t complicit in all this. The fact was that once I had got over my initial revulsion at what we were doing, I was hooked on it. The truth? It was insane. And filthy. And therefore hot. I felt awful. Of course I did. But I also felt permanently turned on.
‘Where and when?’ I texted back.
I know right? Not exactly an innocent party.
‘I’m coming round to see you.’
WHAT?
‘And you’re going to pick out some of Jemma’s favourite lingerie for me.’
My stomach lurched.
‘Then I’m going to dress up for you in them and make you fuck me. Really hard. In your bed. If you’re a really good boy we might call her while I screw you.’
‘You know how I love to hear you tell her you love her while my lips are wrapped really tightly around your cock.’
O M G
Five minutes later she came by my desk. She sashayed past me on her high heels, her fabulous long legs disappearing up into a short skirt and a low- top that made me want to throw her to the floor, slide my cock between her wonderbra’d abyss of soft, fuckable cleavage and titfuck her right there in front of everyone in our office.
I couldn’t stand up from my desk for about 10 minutes.
The truth was I partly horrified by what was going to happen at the weekend, and partly it fed into those dark fantasies I was having as I roughly fucked my wife doggy style in the dark, hoping and wishing she was Zoe instead. Now it was going to come true.
It was strange having Zoe back in the house. Particularly an empty house. Jemma and my daughter had left on Saturday morning and Zoe was round an hour later.
“SO nice to be back” she said as she took her coat off.
“I always came round here and daydreamed about sucking your cock in the hallway while Jemma was forced watch, helpless to stop me. I guess now’s as good a time as any…”
Sinking to her hands and knees in front of me she looked up at me.
“Who does your cock belong to?” She demanded. “Your wife or me?”
“You” I replied as I eagerly took my cock out and pulled her head forward. Her mouth fell hungrily on my aching helmet and I watched it slowly disappear between her pouting, glossy pink lips.
On and on it slid slowly into her mouth until I felt the tip of my cock slide into her throat. It felt incredible, like a soft, wet velvet vice was closing around my entire dick. Zoe didn’t break eye contact with me once as she began to suck.
I looked down at her, on all fours with my cock deep in her throat, and nearly came in Zoe’s mouth right there. How could utter betrayal feel soooo good?
Helplessly I watched as she began to suck my cock hungrily, her pink gloss smudged on my cock. Slowly I took my belt off and wrapped it round her neck, pulling her in tight onto my cock.
“You’ve been a bad girl, haven’t you?” I ask her.
“Yes daddy” she stares up at me, my cock on her lips. “Teach me a lesson.”
Eagerly I started to fuck her face. Hard.
We started drinking straight away. Big mistake. It made me lose all caution and brought out Zoe’s truly kinky side.
Glass of champagne in her hand, she had led me upstairs and made me go through my wife’s underwear drawer, pulling out all ’the good stuff’. Bought long ago when Jemma still made an effort and I was a more attentive lover. All gathering dust now.
Stood next to me, Zoe had a wicked smile on her face as she stared at me while I showed her everything. She slowly pulled my cock out of my trousers.
“What did she wear the night you got married?”
She started to pump my stiff cock, slowly and hard.
I showed her, dumb with lust at what we were going to do. It was a white satin set. For love and purity… and all that stuff.
“Oh I LIKE these” Zoe purred, holding up my wife’s panties and touching them against her lips, before wrapping them slowly round my cock and continuing her very slow, very good handjob. It felt like I was fucking silk.
“And what did you do in them? Did Jemma let you fuck her?” she grinned, my cock straining in her hand.
“Just missionary.” I kissed her neck, my dick throbbing with the lust that was coursing through me.
“Did she at least suck your big cock?” Zoe asked, my cock currently rock solid in her hand.
She didn’t. I shook my head.
“How would you feel about me wearing them now? I want to wear them while you fuck my arse. Would you like that?” she whispered in my ear.
I nodded my head, unable to speak.
“And how would you feel about sinking your big, stiff, lubed cock between my aching cheeks while those panties are pulled to one side? Would you like that Sam? Would that be better than anything you did with Jemma?”
I nodded again.
She took them, unwrapped my cock, licked my pre-cum off the panties slowly while watching me and disappeared into the bathroom.
I went downstairs to get more champagne, unsteady on my feet by now.
When I came back up she had come out of our bathroom. She looked fucking sensational.
Her large, firm breasts were much larger than Jemma’s and they spilled out of the top of my wife’s push-up bra, her high cut white lace panties stretched tight across her arse, displaying her pert, creamy cheeks.
“What do you think?” She grinned, turning round with her back to me and bending down so her pert bottom was an inch away from my face.
She had added her own touch: some white fishnet stockings and high heels.
I couldn’t resist. I sank my face into her panties, running my tongue hard between her legs.
“Mmmmm. See what you could have won?” she purred, my mouth devouring her. “You could have fucked this on your wedding night.
Well now you’re going to.”
She moved away and went to my wife’s side of the bed and took her phone out, setting it down.
“I want to film this. It’s going to be special. You, balls-deep behind me, me on all fours right in front of the camera watching you fuck me long and hard.”
“Your cock.” she breathed. “My arse. Her bed.”
She turned to face me now as I sat on the side of the bed, trying not to think about how much the idea of fucking Zoe right here in my own house was turning me on. I was desperately trying to ignore the raging hard-on I now had. But it was no good.
She pushed me down onto the bed and stood in front of me. She looked amazing. Curvy, long legs, long tousled black hair, huge tits jutting proudly above my face. A mouth I constantly thought about fucking. Built like the kind of woman they used to paint on the side of B52 bombers, basically. Like Megan Fox’s slutty evil twin.
At 36, with no kids, she looked better naked than most women 10 years her junior. The small white satin panties strained tight across her gorgeous, ample cheeks and I couldn’t help but grab them hungrily.
“Imagine how amazing it will feel to slide your big dick into my arse while I wear these” she said as she took my head and pushed it towards her gorgeous rack. “I want your wife’s panties tight across my cheeks as I feel your huge cock filling my arse”.
I tried to pull back as I suddenly smelt a vestige of my wife’s scent on her underwear and the horror of what we were about to do hit me. Zoe grabbed my hair roughly, pulled my head back til it hurt then guided me back into the creamy grand canyon that was her cleavage, straining at the silky white wonderbra that could barely hold her full, firm tits. I surrendered and buried my face, licking and sucking.
“Does it smell of her?” she said harshly. “Do I? GOOD. It won’t for much longer. By the time we’ve finished, this whole room will smell of me and you instead. My wet pussy and your big cock. The smell of us fucking will be all over your house.”
“When I make you come in my mouth you are going to wipe your cock clean with your wife’s panties while I put my tongue deep into your mouth.”
“Before that you are going to fuck me while I wear your wife’s wedding night panties. If you are a really good boy I will make you slide your big lubed cock into my arse while you talk to her on the phone. Would you like that?”
She pulled my head out of her tits where I had been hungrily licking them. “Would you like that?” she demanded.
Yes. Yes I would. Very much.
She fell on my mouth, her tongue and lips engulfing me, her hands clasping my head, swallowing me whole.
I know who she wants me to call. Who she always wants me to call.
Zoe says that if I ever refuse her, she will show Jemma all the video she has of us fucking. And that’s quite a lot of video.
“You know what to do baby” she breathed as she pushed me down onto the bed and leant forward over me, her luscious, perfect large breasts spilling out of my wife’s bra and hanging over my face into my mouth. She pushed them into my mouth, moaning.
Meanwhile her hips went to work on me too, her panties started to rub their way up and down my cock slowly and rhythmically while I dialled the number.
“I want you to tell her where you are.” she murmured, “tell her what I’m doing to you”.
This is what it has come to. The difference now is that I’m starting to actually get off on talking to my wife while we fuck. Beginning to need it. Beginning to need to betray Jemma to fully enjoy every single moment of fucking Zoe.
I call her as Zoe reaches for the lube.
“Hey” I called, as Jemma picked up.
“Why are you calling?” she sounds instantly suspicious. She’s started to sound suspicious a lot in the last few months.
“I just wanted to see how the weekend was going.” I replied, trying to sound breezy. “How’s it going so far?”
Zoe dipped her fingers into the thick, gooey lube then wrapped her hand around my cock as I gasped involuntarily. Her hand slips round my cock and squeezed tight as she lubed me up. She leant over me so I could suck her tits in between talking to Jemma.
She leaned forward and whispered in my other ear “Tell her you’re about to fuck me up the arse in her panties while she listens”.
She got down on all fours in front of me and pushed her arse high in the air, the white panties taut across her cheeks. I switched the phone to speakerphone as Zoe had instructed. I would need my hands for what was about to happen.
“What are you up to anyway?” Jemma asked, as I wordlessly got up and started to rub my cock hard against her arse, sliding my cock tight against her panties.
“Oh, just tinkering really” I said as Zoe pulled her panties down tight across her thighs so my cock could slide slowly up and down between her cheeks.
It felt amazing, my cock lubed up and wet and throbbing, sliding slowly up and down her crack as I talked to my wife.
Zoe turned round to look at me and mouthed “Tell her her panties feel fucking great.”
I moved the tip of my hard, lubed cock up to her arse and sank it all the way in, until my balls rested on her pussy. Zoe buried her face, moaning, in her pillow.
“I miss you” I said.
Zoe’s arsehole felt incredible, so, so tight and hot. My dick felt huge in there. Gleaming and shiny and massive. I never wanted to take it out.
I began to slowly thrust deep and hard into her, feeling her shudder each time, feeling my wife’s silk panties catching my shaft as I drove harder and harder into Zoe.
I was building up a rhythm now, my balls slapping against Zoe’s pussy as my cock rammed in and out of Zoe’s anus.
“Harder” mouthed Zoe, lifting her head out of the pillow.
“I miss you too” said my wife as I tightened my grip on Zoe’s hips and bucked into her with all my might and my lust and my total despair for the man I had been.
“You sound out of breath, are you ok?” Jemma sounded worried.
I was about to come. My cock was about to explode.
“Got to go” I said, panting and hanging up.
The phone now off, Zoe’s delight was evident.
“Fuccckkk that felt good” she groaned, her voice loud now, my cock piledriving into her from behind now, my breath coming out in gasps.
“Hearing her talk while I felt your cock deep in my arse. In her bed. With no idea. Just how I dreamed it would feel.”
“Now you’re going to come all over me. All over the panties Jemma wore for you on your wedding day. Do you understand?” she demanded.
Broken now, I nodded my assent. Pulling my cock out of Zoe as she eagerly pulled up Jemma’s panties.
Gasping, now I pumped arc after arc of hot spunk across Zoe’s cheeks, coating her and Jemma’s panties in my cum. I spattered my sticky seed all over the silky white panties my wife had worn on our wedding night, now worn tight across the arse of my mistress.
“Oh there’s a good boy” she said delightedly as she watched my face register the mix of emotions now coursing through me. Disgust, desire, self-loathing. The overwhelming need to do that all again. The terror of where this was all heading.
“Now come here and lick me clean again”
Moaning, she grabbed my head and pull my mouth onto her glistening, wet, coated cheeks.
[…To be continued.]
Note
The age of the daughter has had to be changed by two years to make her compliant with the regulations.
8 weeks ago. That was when my teenage daughter Kat had dropped her bombshell. She had landed an internship at my advertising agency.
“I’m going to come to work with you daddy - isn’t that great?”
It was my worst nightmare. My daughter working in the same building every day for 3 months alongside Zoe, my mistress!
Who, it turns out, had engineered the whole thing. There was, of course, nothing I could do about it.
What was I going to say? “Sorry darling, you can’t come to work at my agency because barely a day goes past when I don’t have to fuck my boss?”
Okay, ‘have to’ was a bit strong by now. I was hooked on the lies, the thrill, the wrongness of it. Zoe got off on dreaming up filthier, more twisted ways to fuck and she had a pretty amazing imagination.
She also had an amazing body; huge, fantastically pert breasts, great legs, and long dark hair like a pony’s mane. She was constantly buying new underwear to fuck in. The sluttier the better, frankly. She loved me to fuck her in her panties and I had lost count of the times we had gone to ‘visit a client’ then disappeared to a suite in a nearby hotel for hours.
She loved it when I would ring into work and she could ride my cock, while I pretended to be in a car on my way back from a non-existent meeting and she pushed her tits in my mouth as I tried to talk.
It didn’t take long for her to get her claws into Kat. Zoe had known her since she was a little girl and the two were soon inseparable at work.
“Kitty-Kat is looking HOT these days” she moaned one lunchtime in our usual hotel, on all fours as I thrusted into her hard from behind. I instinctively tightened the belt I had round Zoe’s throat. At Zoe’s request I had started to fuck her regularly with this ‘collar’ and Zoe loved it, screaming at me to tighten it round her throat as I came inside her.
By now I knew better than to pretend my opinion was worth anything. I stayed silent, my hands on her hips and the belt, loving the feel of her tight, velvet-soft pussy wrapped around my cock. I looked down, her panties tight across her spread thighs, my cock pistoning into her.
“How old is she now Sam?” she asked. I couldn’t see her face but I knew she was smiling. I tightened the belt again. “18” I muttered. “Just.”
She looked older, I knew. Kat’s body was insane. Somewhere between 17 and 18 she had woken up one morning with the body of a teenage porn star. And recently the self-assurance of one too.
It had got to the point where I had to close my eyes and think about wallpapering the spare room - or cricket - or politics - if she wandered about our house in her underwear.
She had amazing, gravity-defying tits, long, coltish legs a jutting, pert arse. Barely covered by the increasingly teeny-tiny bra and panties she wore. Not unlike the 36 year-old woman I currently had my cock inside. But younger. Much younger. Firmer. And smoother.
“No wonder she’s proving so popular with Joe.” moaned Zoe. “She’s going to love working for him. Joe’s delighted with me for finding her.”
I stopped fucking her.
Joe Fucker was the owner of our agency, a 54 year-old millionaire with 2 ex-wives, a coke habit and a terrible reputation in all the best lapdancing clubs in London.
We also had history. I had fucked up on the agency’s key account 18 months earlier and in the fallout that followed, which had seen me shunted several rungs down the ladder, Joe told me to my face that he “would never be able to forgive me” for losing the €3M contract.
“What THE FUCK do you think you’re doing?” said Zoe, looking round at me. “Put your cock back in me NOW.”
“You can’t…he…can’t,” I said, barely able to speak at what Zoe was implying was in store for my daughter.
“What did you say?” she glared at me, white with rage. Up on her knees now she pushed me onto my back onto the bed. She straddled my cock, which was still thick with lust and slick from her pussy. It slid back deep inside her as she pushed me back on the bed. God she felt good.
She reached for her phone watching me, furious, and began dialing, while her hips fucked my cock.
“Hey Kitty-Kat!” she smiled as she spoke warmly to my daughter, all the anger vanishing. “Let me take you out shopping after work tonight. Maybe even a cheeky cocktail?”
Signing off from my ecstatic daughter, she smiled at me as she leant in to whisper “If you ever tell me what I can’t do to you or your family ever again, that will be your last day as a free man.
“Do you understand?” she whispered. I nodded.
“Because I will show your daughter the video on my phone of you fucking me in the arse in your house, screaming my name as you came. I will show her you fucking my oiled-up tits while you spoke to her later that night on the phone. She will never speak to you again. Then I will leak the story of you embezzling the company money and the rest of your life as you know it will cease to exist.”
“So I’m taking your daughter out tonight.” She stared at me, defiant, taunting. “I know what kind of underwear Joe likes them to wear the first few times.”
She smiled as she saw the look of horror on my face…… …….!
And that was how it all began……
Slowly, almost imperceptibly, my daughter slowly changed from being a relatively modestly-dressed teenage intern into the office pin-up. Her skirts got shorter and tighter. Her shirts got tighter and lower. She started wearing stockings. High heels. Glossier lipstick. Her hair done in the same salon as Zoe, in a style I like to call ‘sex doll’.
My colleagues at work no longer considerately pretended that they weren’t openly checking her out as she strode by each day. Now each of them was mentally fucking this curvy teenage temptress later that night as they pretended to make love to their wives.
Zoe and her were inseparable. The only person who saw more of her was Joe. Each day Kat would sashay past the ranks of drooling office drones and head straight upstairs into Joe’s inner sanctum. The door would shut and that would be that.
Kat was loving it. We found out on her second week that on top of her intern pittance that all of the monthly intake were receiving, Joe was giving her a weekly ’top-up'.
“Oh, you know. Just for stuff I might need” giggled Kat when I asked what the money was for.
She wouldn’t tell me what she did for Joe. And I didn’t dare push too hard to find out, for fear of enraging Zoe.
“You’ll find out soon enough,” she said one night as she sat on my face, riding me. My wrists were handcuffed to the hotel bed, my cock and balls straining against the pair of black lace panties she had forced me to wear all day at the office, which now barely contained my hard cock, straining through the lace as Zoe leaned forward, her big tits on my midriff and her tongue firmly tracing the outline of my hard cock through the panties.
“Let’s just say I’m helping Kat understand what her duties are” giggled Zoe, licking her lips. She sucked my helmet through the panties into her mouth. It felt incredible. As did the weight of her damp, glistening tits on my chest.
She sucked hard for nearly a minute then as my helmet popped out of her mouth she leaned back for air and bucked her hips and pussy into my face, forcing her own wet, see-through panties into my mouth.
“Joe likes to break in his new girls. I’m just on hand to help.”
She rode me and sucked me that night until I came in the panties, my moans stifled by her pussy filling my mouth, my hips writhing as my cock finally exploded into sodden black lace after an hour of the most exquisite torture.
“Kat’s going to be furious when she finds out you’ve been wearing her panties” Zoe said as I sank back onto the bed.
“We bought those matching panties together on a spree in Agent Provocateur with Joe’s credit card. What will she say when I tell her you came in her pair?” she pouted as she finally stopped 69ing me and turned round to look at me. My cock twitched and Zoe laughed in my face.
“I knew you’d like the idea deep down. Probably best this stays our little secret for now though, don’t you think?” she smiled as she sashayed off to the bathroom. I couldn’t help but stare at the perfect slight jiggle of her buttocks as she walked off.
She left me lying there like that all night, my aching cock and balls coated in my cum and stiff again in my teenage daughter’s black lace panties.
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At first my wife Jemma was delighted that Kat was so happy and seemingly thriving. Our marriage was lurching from row to row at this point. I was never there, either physically or mentally. If I wasn’t fucking Zoe I was with Jemma in body only, wishing I was fucking Zoe.
But the thrilling depravity of sex with Zoe was slowly changing me. Jemma still hadn’t forgiven me for what had happened a week earlier.
Kat had been at a friend’s house for the night and I had bought Jemma some mildly slutty underwear (standard for Zoe but outrageous for my wife) in an attempt to get her into bed for some much-needed intimacy.
But Zoe had kind of ruined intimacy if I’m honest. After the briefest of foreplay I had thrown Jemma onto the bed, pushing her head down as I entered her roughly and hard from behind and began to pound her arse, my balls slapping against her in our quiet, still house.
“Stop! Wait a moment,” said Jemma as my strong hips fucked her into the wall. “Wait Sam. Not like this.”
But I didn’t want to wait. I wanted her to be Zoe. My Zoe. In the dark she could be. And Zoe liked me being much, much rougher than this. So I kept fucking her. And fucking her. Hard. Then I pulled her hair back with my cock deep in her pussy and told her to beg for my cock.
She did. Eventually.
When I finally came I did it just as Zoe had taught me. I pulled out just before I climaxed and coated her buttocks in my sticky hot cum. Then I turned Jemma round, exhausted by now and forced my cock into her mouth, ordering her to suck it clean.
She hasn’t spoken to me since and we sleep in separate rooms now.
Eventually rumours reached me at work. It was unavoidable. Kat was swanning around our office looking like every male’s fuck toy fantasy and Joe was never seen without her.
I was in one of the toilet stalls at work one day when I overheard two of the junior account execs talking about Kat.
“What the FUCK is going on with Sam’s daughter and Joe?” one said, laughing.
“Did you see them in that meeting?” said the other. “He was practically eye-fucking her in front of us! And when she brought us those drinks and bent over I thought the old boy was going to get his cock out there and then.”
“Can’t blame him though,” said his companion, admiringly. “I was about to myself. What a pair she’s got. And can you imagine being balls-deep in that arse? When she was bent over that desk and fluttering those fake eyelashes? Oh God, I would. Barely legal and looking like that. I used to think Zoe had the best tits in the agency but I reckon Kat’s serious competition. And Joe’s got both of them on a string. He’s a lucky fucking bastard if you ask me.”
“Do you think he is? Fucking Kat?”
“He’s an old dog alright. I wouldn’t put him past him. Imagine having that bouncing up and down on you, her hair and tits in your face, begging you to do her up the arse.
“Bloody hell.” said the other. “The only thing I cannot understand is what the hell Sam’s playing at. He must be blind. Or stupid.”
“Or maybe he’s pimping her out?” said his friend.
Roaring with laughter, the pair walked out. And I was left alone in the stall, trying to ignore the fact that my cock was rock hard now.
As it later turned out, they didn’t know the half of it…. ……
