“My husband is away on business, so he says.” She rolls her eyes before her attention landed on me again. She waved the thought of him off.
“Want to come back to mines?”
“Oh we’re still following the script?” I chuckled.
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She fumbled with her keys, glancing over her shoulder at me, “I’m sorry.”
I closed my arms around her, grabbing her chin to face me, “Relax baby it’s just me and you, no need to be nervous okay?” I looked at her for a moment before pecking her lips once then twice.
Her hand found the back of my head and before we knew it, her bag dropped to the ground and we were making out on the front doorstep.
We stumbled inside as I pushed the door open, with my mouth still on hers I reached to grabbed the key when a photo caught my eye.
My eyebrows furrowed but before I could get a closer look, “Baby.” She sighed, breathlessly. She rubbed the side of my face before pushing me to my knees.
“I want you.” She reached down, pulling her undergarments to the side, “Eat me right here baby.”
I grabbed hold of her legs but before I could even act she’d slapped me, hard across my face.
“Hold your hands behind your back. Don’t fucking touch me or you’re done. You understand.”
“Yes.” She slapped me again.
I smirked, damn this aggressive shit really turn me on.
She inhaled sharp, humming with a satisfied grin on her face as I folded my arms. Holding eye contact, I glided my tongue along her soaking cunt. I moaned in her pussy like she was my last meal, scooping her up with my tongue desperate for every bit of her.
She grunted before fisting my hair, shoving my face into her pussy over and over. She fucked herself with my face like I was nothing, less than nothing, like she hated me. She wouldn’t stop slapping me, degrading me, halting her movements just to spit on me.
“Open your mouth faster next time.” She scoffed, I wouldn’t dare move in attempt to clean my face and clear my vision. I was so turned on I didn’t even care.
“Fuck” She grunted, her movements becoming more erratic. She stumbled and I quickly grabbed hold of her ass to steady her, once I did though I couldn’t help myself. I slapped and squeezed her ass cheeks, moaned into her pussy as I used my holding to assist her thrusts.
She tried to protest but the way her legs shook wouldn’t allow her to. She grabbed hold of my shoulder and the back of my head, fucking my face as her moaned finally fell from her lips, echoing off the walls. Thick ropes of cum oozed into my mouth and what I couldn’t swallow fell down my face. She gasped loudly before sighing, finally done with her assault.
Chest still heaving she slapped me, pushing me away until she broke my hold on her. She stumbled but found her balance on a stand near the door. “I tol-told you not to touch me.”
That’s when I noticed the picture from earlier was taken off the wall and laid flat on top of it. Just when I wanted to ask about it, she grabbed my hand, leading me to the kitchen. “I’ll give you a pass, just this time.” She said, that photo was still on my mind.
“I’ve never been fucked in here before.”
I squinted at her in disbelief. As sexy as she was I just couldn’t believe that, “Like ever? You’re married and your husband never fucked you on your counter?” I smirked at her, not knowing whether or not the script was still in play.
“I wouldn’t be in here with you if he had. Stay here.” She left, I heard the stairs so I thought it’d be a good time to look at the photo she clearly didn’t want me to see.
I made my way to the foyer where I saw it before but as I approached I realized it was gone. “What..the fuck is going on?” I said to myself out loud.
I heard the sound of steps approaching so i quickly made my way back to the kitchen, leaning back on the island like I wasn’t just lowkey investigating this lady. I mean I don’t know shit about her, we been real deep in the role-play shit since we met the club. Now my common sense is kicking in like what if she’s a serial killer. Oh my god a sexy ass lady like her, she’d definitely get away-
“What are you thinking about?” She approached with a nondescript box in her hand. I squinted, eyeing it.
“Uh nothing much, just realizing you might be a serial killer.”
She threw her head back laughing, I chuckled a few times because honestly I didn’t think it was that funny!
“You know what yea.. I might be.” She said ominously. Her steps deliberately slow and creepy, she put the box up like a knife, jason style.
“Ee Ee Ee” She said, referencing that OJ video. I chuckled nervously, “What’s in the box.”
“Relax, if I wanted to kill you why would I bring you to my home? Besides I couldn’t carry you alone, i’d need help.” She spoke as she unboxed whatever was in her hand.
“You sound like way too familiar with the process.”
“Girl I watch true crime, just in case I might have to kill my husband or something.”
“Mm, yea remind me to never role play as a cheater with you. Though that angry make-up sex might be worth ittt.” I tapped my chin as I thought about it for a moment, “What do you think, we run this back as me catching you cheat?”
She eyed me for a moment, “What’s the scenario?”
I thought for a second before it popped into my head, I smirked before switching my face to an angry look, then I started searching.
“Where is it.” I said harshly.
“What are you looking for.”
“Don’t fucking play dumb with me, where is your phone? You only hide it when you don’t want me to find the new bitch you been laid up with. So where is it?”
She grinned wide before snapping into her role, even then she kept slipping up, smirking, so I decided to do some improv with it. Damn this shit is fun.
“You think this is funny?” I scoffed. “It won’t be funny when I leave your ass.” I turned around to walk away, I just wanted to see if she’d actually chase me.
“Wait,” She called after me. That made me smile wide and run faster.
I stormed up the stairs, bursting into the room I thought was hers. It was the closet. I tried not to break character laughing as I finally made it to the door that was actually hers.
“Babe wait.” I heard her finally catch up to me, “Fuck that.” I replied. She entered the doorway and the look on her face seemed genuine. My eyes rows furrowed as I followed her line of sight.
“What the fuck?” I exclaimed, picking the photo up.
I looked at her, watched the guilty expression cover her face, while confusion riddled mine. Then it all made sense. The photo she hid, directing me to the kitchen rather than her bedroom.
“You’re really fucking married?? This whole time this role play shit was a lie?”
She approached me but I stepped back. The wheels in my mind turning, realizing this whole time I was the only one pretending
She stepped in front of me as I tried to walk past her. “Just listen.”
I pushed past her, making my way down the steps, I was turning the corner when I saw a figure in a chair across of the room. I didn’t even think before I took off running up the steps pushing her back up them on my way.
“You have an intruder.” I whisper yelled.
“Someone is in your house call the police right now.”
Her eyebrows furrowed before she approached the door, “Don’t go out there are you crazy?”
“I think it’s my husband.”
My eyes bulged out of my head, “What?” I whisper-yelled. “What the fuck did I get myself into. Oh my god if I die my parents will know I died horny and stupid, oh my god. oh my god.”
“Shh just calm down,” She went to her closet as I paced the room, biting my nails nervously.
“Here,” She ushered a gun my way and I almost shat on myself right then and there. I’m literally not built for this I’m an athlete I don’t do guns.
“Take it.” She whispered harshly. “If it isn’t my husband you’ll know, do what you need to with this if it comes to that okay?” I nodded quickly but she only sighed, not convinced. “I need you to tell me you can do this.”
I closed my eyes, inhaling sharply as I recounted my grandma’s favorite prayer in my head, “Okay. I can do this.”
“Good. Over there for me?” She pointed to her closet and instead of going inside of it she open the door and told me to get behind it, creating a small pocket for me to crouch in.
“Can you tell that girl I won’t hurt her.” A man’s voice yelled, I froze.
She rolled her eyes, “Yes.” She huffed, grabbing the gun from me before stretching her hand out to help me up, I grabbed it before standing there awkwardly.
“I’ll be right back.” She said with her hand resting on my chest, “I’m sorry about this.”
She left the room and immediately began fussing and cussing him out, “Why the fuck are you here right now? You only ever come around when you get on that camera..” The further away she got the less I make out her words so I decided to creep down the hallway and listen.
What I saw looked very different than what I heard, him clearly trying to be forgiven and her seemingly going for it. He was all up in her space, tugging at the string on her robe.
She smacked her teeth, pushing his hand away with not even half the force she been slapping with all night. The more I watched them the more angry I got, chest tight and heaving and not for good reasons.
“If you were still fucking him what was all this for? What am I here for?” I rushed out harshly, fist clenching and unclenching.
“I- I’m not. We’re not.” She stuttered out walking toward me.
“Oh so we aren’t?” He scoffed.
“No.” She stopped, pointing at him. “You aren’t even supposed to be here.”
“You know why I’m here.” He spat
She stared him down, “Fine. Once you get it, don’t fucking come back here, I’m serious this time.”
“Whatever.” He plopped down on the sofa.
“Come.” She said reaching out for me but I snatched my hand away, plopping down as I eyed him.
“Nah. Once you’re done with whatever y’all got going on, we I’d appreciate if you take me back to my car.” I said sharply.
She sighed, “We’ll talk when he leaves.”
“No we’ll leave once he leaves.” I said in his direction. She looked at us hesitantly before disappearing around the corner.
“What’s your deal with me?”
“What’s your deal period? Like what the fuck is this between y’all? ‘Cause I don’t do rebounds especially not between exs who still are in love so wassup?”
“Me and her.. we’re more complicated than that.”
“Yea well uncomplicated it because I’ve had her pussy in my mouth all night and I really like how she tastes but I won’t disrespect myself to have it.”
“That’s all she is to you? Good pussy?”
My eyebrows furrowed, I mean yea? We just met.
I took it as an opportunity to get a good look at him. Slim muscular build, low cut fade, thick dark lips and pretty white teeth. I hate that he’s sexy, fuck. I rolled my eyes, scoffing as I turned my attention away from him.
“What? Upset that you like what you see?” I scoffed again. Then I heard foot steps approaching me. I didn’t want to look so I kept my attention on a vase in the corner of the room. That is until he was right in front of me, grabbing my chin and turning my face toward him.
“You’re so pretty. Too pretty for me to ignore the fact that you’re sitting here all angry and sexy wearing these skimpy ass undergarments.”
My breathing hitched as his hands left my chin and embraced my neck like I belonged to him. Where the fuck is she? Was this a set up?
My hands dropped to my side before I reached up grabbing hold of his wrist. “Fuck you.” I spit at him. His head jerked back but his smile only widened. He stepped back, removing his shirt before using it to wipe his face. He undid the tie holding his pants up, my mouth went dry watching his dick spring out and smack against his defined abs.
“Fuck me hm? Well then..come do it.” He smirked, a cocky, sexy, smug, smile that made me both upset and intrigued.
I was still angry. At her for lying, him for being so attractive and still having an obvious hold on her. I stood, pushed him to the sofa. “You don’t run shit.” I ranted as I came out of the skimpy amount of clothing I still had on. “I see why she had to get a taste of some obedient pussy, you think you’re fucking Hercules or something.”
“I do.” He said smugly, watching me close the distance between us. “Can Hercules listen? Let himself be used like a toy?”
“Mm, i’ve never been inclined to. That doesn’t mean I can’t.”
“We’ll see.” I said as I found my place in his lap. Immediately his hands flew to my waist and I slapped the shit out of him. His eyebrows were on the ceiling as he rubbed the spot but he didn’t argue. “Keep your hands to yourself. You think it’s okay to just touch on another woman without her permission?”
He scoffed, “Did she ask for permission to touch you?”
“Your roles are not interchangeable. She’s the woman, your purpose is to please and serve her. Unless you’re a bitch? You want to be pampered and waited on like a woman?”
“Shut the fuck up whining. Now, don’t touch me unless you have permission.”
“How the fuck am I supposed to get permission-” I slapped him again. He didn’t see her because she stood in the next room behind him, she’d been there since he stood there with his dick out but just like a man, he was thinking and seeing with one head rather than the other.
Thanks to the connected rooms, she’d moved from one to another without us ever knowing. She probably had the bag right on the other side of the doorway the whole time. This was definitely a set up.
Holding eye contact with her, I settled myself on his thigh, sighing as my clit made contact with his muscular leg. His hands flew to my waist and I slapped him again.
“Fuck.” He said sharply. I could see the anger building, the more I used him to pleasure myself, bitching him into having less and less control. He was angry and desperately in need of training.
“Please.” He grunted out like it hurt him to say. I caught the surprise look on her face when she heard him.
“I told you. It’s not me you need permission from.”
His veiny phallus peered at me, the wetter I got, the harder I grinned, it was like it was calling me.
“Just touch it. I don’t need permission to be touched do I?”
I looked up at her and she nodded. “You do.”
He groaned before bouncing his leg beneath me. “Oh fuck,” I moaned, I raised my hand to slap him when he stopped me, mid air.
“I’m not touching you. I can move my own body, I don’t need permission for that.” He smirked smugly. I tried to steady myself on his shoulder, he pushed my arm in response, making me fall into him completely. With his hands folded behind his head, biting his lip, he cockily said, “You need permission to touch me.”
I rested my head in his chest, fist balled as I tried to fight off the moans, still pitiful whimpers slipped past my lips anyway.
“No she doesn’t. Didn’t she tell you our roles aren’t interchangeable? Be a fucking man for once, instead of the cocky bitch you walk around thinking you are.”
His movement stopped, he let his head fall backward, smiling wide once he finally laid eyes on her.
“So that’s what this is? 101 on how to be a man? The kind you’ve always wanted me to be?” He eyed her, “Alright, I give in.” He turned his attention to me. “Can I touch her?” He spoke with his eyes on me, still we knew who his words were for.
She sashayed, hips swaying until she stopped on the side of us. I’m not sure what their relationship dynamic was normally, but I could tell this was her first time breaking her husband down the way she’d long desired to. He was just so stubborn she needed a little assistance.
“What do you think princess?” Her index finger lifted his chin. I could tell by the pleasantly surprised look on her face they would’ve never gotten this far with his compliance. Unless she truly loved him, I don’t understand why she deals with it because I sure couldn’t.
“I say you make him beg.” With one hand I caressed his face, false pity riddling mine as I taunted him, making my way to her. I slipped off of his lap, crawling to where she stood.
She hummed, her breathing so heavy she almost was panting. Her tongue swiftly crossed her bottom lip as she caressed my hair, then my face.
“I think that’s a great idea princess.” She pecked my lips twice and I leaned in, just then she’d slapped me. “After you give him a demonstration on how to please his wife. Now.. don’t disappoint me princess, you know not to take more than I give you.”
She slapped me again and I fought the grin that threatened to retaliate. I knew what she wanted but this was a learning lesson so I couldn’t be selfish could I?
“Yes mommy.” I all but sung.
“Good girl.” She pecked my lips again, this time I barely puckered them, let alone leaned in. She paused, smirking in satisfaction.
All the while her husband sat obediently on the sofa, looking almost nervous to disobey his wife in this very moment. He squirmed, jittered, but he didn’t disrupt, didn’t speak out of turn. I smirked, in such little time he’s already almost trained.
I watched her as her eyes seemingly lit up before she turned, rushing up the stairs. She glanced over at us on her way up.
“Where is she going?” He leaned up towards me, whispering harshly.
I ignored him, rolling my eyes. I did say, almost trained.
“So this the shit she into. This is fucking crazy. What is wrong with yall?”
I scoffed at him, the way his dick stood at attention, I could ask him the same thing. He must’ve caught on because next he said, “I’m only doing this so I can get my wife back okay.”
“Shut the fuck up.” I gritted. “You only hard so you can get her back too?”
She came back down with black red bottoms that shined from the jewels covering the shoe.
“Put these on and ride the arm of my couch.” He looked stunned but I stood to obey with question.
She reached her hand out, helping me off the floor before grabbing my foot and slipping on one heel, then doing the same for the other.
I walked over to where her husband sat spread out, pausing for him to catch the hint and move the fuck over. He quickly scooted to one side, allowing me space to rest one foot on the couch while I threw my leg over to straddle the arm of it. With my heeled foot propped up on the cushion, I balanced myself on the other and grabbed hold of the couch in front of me.
She sat on the loveseat in front of us, propping both legs up as she slowing began rubbing along her thighs. Her pretty wet cunt on full display, my mouth went dry at the sight as I began thrusting on the stiff surface. I gasped, catching a rhythm, a wet spot seeping underneath me the more I grinned.
We moved in synchronicity as soft whimpers fell from our lips, her fingers gliding around her swollen jewel, my hips circling giving my pussy just the right friction. My eyes flickered from her pretty pussy to her feline gaze, when she praised me I almost lost my footing, “You’re d-doing so well for mommy, k-keep going prr-pretty girl.” She pushed two finger into her dripping cunt, grunting as her eyes rolled and her hips jerked, “Oh-” I moaned, lifting up and bouncing down hard,
“Fuck. Just like that.” She coaxed. I whimpered from the pressure, that tight feeling in my stomach feeling tighter and tighter. “I’m so close.” I whined.
The desperate sight of her husband caught my eye, precum covering his lap, need all in his face. His chest heaved probably because he couldn’t sit still, squirming like he might cry if he didn’t get shown some attention.
When I turned my attention back to her, she was smiling drunkenly at the sight of us, those sexy hooded eyes sending me over the edge. “I’m cumming.” I squealed, my stomach caving as I squirted all over her couch. I fell into her husband’s lap, my bottom half still shaking as my chest heaved, lungs desperate for air. I gasped, peering over at her and catching the most sinister smile.
I picked my head up, realizing his beautiful shaft stood at attention just centimeters from my face. My tongue crossed my lips absentmindedly. Just then her hand met the back of my head, she sat on the other side of him, leaning over to peck my lips twice. She rubbed my head, lowering it to her husband’s shaft. “Tell mommy you want this.”
“I want this.” I replied quicker than I intended to.
“Kiss the tip for me baby. Don’t stop until I say so.” I obliged, placing slow, wet, kisses on just the tip of his shaft.
“Oh fuck” He grunted, immediately shooting strings of cum onto my face. She slapped him just as quick.
“N-no I’m sorr-” She slapped him again and he grunted.
“No mommy.” He gritted. She slapped him again.
He only stared. She waited for a moment before grabbing my hand and turning to leave.
“Wait.” We made our way across the room, approaching the stairs. “Wait wait please. I’m sorry.”
She stopped just before taking the first step. “Sorry? You think sorry will cut it?” She scoffed.
She whispered in my ear to run upstairs to a suitcase in her closet and grab a pair of handcuffs.
By the time I made way back she had him in tears on the floor. His back against the couch as he seemingly fell there, stomach caving in, one hand pumping up and down his own shaft while she taunted him to keep going.
“You wanted to cum right? Huh?” She scoffed at him. He shook violently, cumming in his own hand again, his hand slowed only slightly before a strong slap landed across his face.
“Don’t fucking stop.” Slowly he began pumping again, his mouth falling open as he gasped repeatedly, cumming once more.
I stood watching in awe, forgetting I held the key to his peace in my hand.
“Here.” I said as I approached them, my eyes never leaving the pathetic mess she called a husband on the floor.
“Good. I want you to fuck him while you eat me, can you do that for me princess?”
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She cuffed his wrist to the head board above him before coaxing me through fucking her husband.
I reverse straddled his thighs just like instructed, she grab hold of my face and kissed all over from my forehead to my nose until she reached my lips. With his dick in her hand she rubbed my clit in circles, soft whimpers left my lips as she pecked them again and again. He tried to repress his grunts but they still slipped through. Under her instruction, she controlled our every move, not so much as sweating without her permission.
“Go ahead baby.” So I did, thrusted my hips, rubbing my pussy along his dick at his wife’s command. “Don’t stop until you cum.” With that I bounced and thrusted, grinned at angels. “Oh fuck.” He moaned. I reached out for her, lifting my head to watch her pretty face. Catching her bite her lip, rub her nipples and pinch them as she squeezed her legs together. “Fuck. Like this mommy?” She gasped, “Mm, Just like that princess.” I whined, “I’m gonna cum.”
“Slap her ass.” She said to him.
“Can I cum too?” He gritted. My chest tightened at his disobedience, he just didn’t learn.
“Yes.” She said sharply, he immediately reigned harsh lashes across my ass, catching me off guard my breath hitched, my legs shook violently as my orgasm suddenly rushed through me.
“Oh my god” I choked out, still grinding, riding out my high. I slowed my movements and he slapped my ass, “I didn’t get mine. I watched y’all fuck each other all night, not a thought of me in either of y’all’s head.”
I don’t know why I would be thinking of this lady husband? He rubbed my ass, slapping it again and I couldn’t help the moan that slipped from my lips.
“I’ve been so good.” He slapped my ass again. “Fuck.” I moaned.
“Pretty please can I get mine? She won’t regret it.. You neither baby.”
I gazed up at her, half wanting her to agree half wanting her to punish him.
“What do you think princess?” He rubbed my ass, squeezing hard. I bit my lip, my judgement clearly clouded.
“He’s cheating.” I whined. I dropped my head, my hips having a mind of their own as they began slowly rocking, then bouncing, next thing I know he slipped inside of me and I’m bouncing on a married woman’s dick while she coaxed me on, telling me how pretty I sounded. Rubbing my head and guiding my face to her pussy as her husband pounded into me from behind.
“Fuck back princess.” She told me just before pushing my face into her pussy. I mustered it up in me to meet his thrust half way, harshly slamming myself back into him as I put all the pain and pleasure into her pussy. His strokes became more and more erratic before the slowed to a halt. He stood steady allowing me to fuck myself back into him, his grunts turning into soft moans. I looked back to see his head lollied backward, one hand gripping my hip, barely grounding him. He looked gone, mouth agape, whimpering like a bitch. “Look at him. Begged for this and couldn’t even handle it.” she taunted him.
I threw my ass back harder and harder, high off my ego and the pain turned pleasure running through me. He collapsed forward, still holding steady to get fucked.
“Don’t forget about me baby.” She said sweetly, rubbing my head. I flattened my tongue, let her ride it until she reached her peak. “Fuck I’m cumming.” She whined, grinding her pussy into my face. “Ughh oh shit-” She choked out, catching a glimpse of husband desperate face.
Chest heaving, she climbed to her knees, pecking his lips as he looked drunkenly into her eyes.
“I’m sorry baby. I should’ve listened to you. Fuck” He whined, pulling out and cumming on my back. But I was hungry for mine now, I reached back, pushing him right back inside. I thrusted once, then twice and he pulled out again, “Oh f-fuck” He stuttered. I reached back again, this time he slipped back inside himself, but not for long before pulling out again.
She smirked, “Are you sure princess? Want my husband to cum in you, my pretty slutty girl?”
“Yes” I moaned, he slipped back inside, immediately cumming, thick ropes shooting inside me, I fucked back faster, rougher, I turned gripping his shirt as I used it for leverage, finally he thrusted back into me, grabbing my neck and propping one foot up, at this angle he dug in me just right, knocking the air from my chest, all I could do is hold onto him.
She cooed into my ear, told me how good I was doing, how wet my sounds made her, she begged me to cum for her husband one last time.
“Come on princess. That pussy takes him so well I know you can do it.”
He pushed me down into the bed, foot still up, angling as he dug into me. “You can do it pretty girl.” He grunted. “Pussy so good. You can do it” He said drunkenly.
I squealed, squirting and clawing at her as I came, they cooed in my ear, “Mmm, just like that baby.” He grunted, slowing his thrust into long hard strokes, he held it til my legs shook and I squirted more before releasing and doing it again and again, grunting with each thrust, ropes of cum shooting into me each time. Finally he pulled out, white ooze rushing out of me and pooling in between us. I collapsed before she pulled me into her chest. She rubbed my head, cooing praises into my ear “You did so good princess.”
bruh ts was sooo long idek if it make sense atp I hope it does it took 3 hours of straight writing 3 days in a row
Definitely not proofread xoxo
