by Adrian Amos
I lift my head slightly and open my eyes, but before I can see anything, his hand flies over my eyes and covers them. His hand smells oddly like sweet perfume, but the thought of him covering my eyes sends a shiver down my spine.
Which is only accentuated when he lifts my head and ties something soft around my eyes, blindfolding me.
Jordan's never been this kinky with me. If anything, I thought he was getting bored with sex. Our sex life always seemed a little lifeless, although I know I'm mostly at fault there. I've never been one to pursue sex much, and I usually end up turning Jordan down most of the time.
But blindfolding me? That is way more than we've ever done before, and the thought of being lost in the dark is making my body heat up. Is this something he's always wanted to do but has been keeping from me?
It's hard to think about that when his hands drop down to the hem of my shirt and pull it hard just over my tits, exposing my nipples to the cool night air. The cool air is replaced by warm suction as Jordan places his lips on my nub. His tongue flicks against it, lifting my nipple from my tit, coaxing a moan and an arch to my back.
Then he yanks the covers, ripping them from my body and throwing them to the floor. He loops his finger over the band of my panties and pulls them off in a smooth motion, assisted by my willing hips thrusting into the air.
He pushes my thighs apart and approaching my wet pussy. As I feel his head get close to me, I instinctively reach out for it to run my hands through his hair.
It's not his favorite part because I use my hands to push him off when I get too close to orgasm. I've never orgasmed in my life, and I've always been very weird and anxious about the feelings it produces when I get close. It makes me feel like I have to pee, and then I get so worried that I might actually do it, that I always ask him to stop and push him away.
This time, though, he grabs my wrists before I can touch his head. He moves around me and pulls them together toward the back of the bed. He then loops something around my wrists—my underwear!—and binds my hands to the the vertical bars framing the bed.
I try to pull my hands free from above my head, but he's bound me so well that I can barely move. He's an expert at it, keeping me tied up but not straining my hands or arms.
I've never been tied up before. But rather than make me panic, it makes me moan as if he's inside me. The thought of being unable to stop him, of being completely powerless, makes me squirm in excitement and delight. I fucking love it!
He dips his head into my pussy, running his tongue through my lips, taking in my juices as I struggle against my binds and blindfold. It feels amazing, building something inside me as he alternates between tonguing me and sucking on my clit.
I pull harder against my restraints as I feel close to cumming, close to that feeling of peeing.
I can't help myself. I want to stop it so bad. “Oh, Jordan. Please stop, I might cum.”
What comes next makes my heart jump.
I hear a high-pitched giggle come from between my legs as the person who's been eating me pulls away.
The lights go on and she undoes my blindfold. The bright light stuns me and I slowly blink away my confusion as my eyes adjust.
All I see in front of me is a gorgeous, beautiful body with large, perfectly round tits, tight pink nipples, a black bun, and thick glasses.
“Stacy?! What the fuck are you doing?” I pull from my restraints, but the addition of lights and vision make them no easier to escape.
She leans in close to me. “What does it look like I'm doing? I'm turning you into a little lesbian slut.”
Her mouth crushes mine, her thick lips engulfing me as her tongue penetrates my dry mouth. As shocked as I am, my pussy and body are too amped up to ignore the sensual force on top of me. Her taste is sweet and her smell is like raspberries.
She bites my lip as she pulls back. “You're one beautiful little girl.” She smiles, acknowledges her control, “Not yet a woman, but I get what Jordan sees in you.”
Her hand slips down and a finger slides between my folds, grazing my clit as she runs the length of my pussy. I strain, clenching my body so that I don't react to her touch.
“Stop it,” I say. “Let me go! You're fucking crazy.”
“This body is really small and tight,” she coos into my ear, the sound and warmth of her making me shiver.
She sucks on my nipple again, forcing me to turn my head away from her in order to drive my focus from the sensations of my body.
She takes that as an opportunity to suck on my neck, biting into the piece of me I've left vulnerable. Her tongue runs along me and finally drags a grunt from deep within me.
I can't move my arms. I can't stop her, but I don't know if my body would let me even if I was free to escape. I'm trapped under her control, and I've never been more aroused in my life. Sex has always been something I've merely accepted as a necessary evil. I never expected to feel something so strong from an act I've always chosen to ignore.
Stacy straddles me, her shaved, drenched pussy pressed against my stomach. “Suck on mommy,” she says, sticking her large breast into my face. Her nipple meets my lips and I unconsciously open my mouth and take her in. Her nipple is hard but soft, the delicate tissue sweet and delicious on my tongue. My mind connects her calling herself 'mommy' and I begin to suck on it as if it were meant to feed me. I feel a relaxation wash over me as this cruel woman forces me to suck on her tit.
She slides back down and I try to close my legs on her, but she's too strong, spreading them wide open with little effort. Since my arms are still tied, I feel weaker than normal and unable to resist, as if it were pointless to even try. Losing the battle to keep my legs closed from this predator immediately sends a shock wave to my open pussy.
Did I just get extremely turned on from being forced open?!
She falls back into licking and sucking on my clit, feasting on me like an animal without preamble. No foreplay, no slow buildup, just pushing my boundaries immediately and without second thought.
“I'm going to finish what I started,” she hums into my pussy. She sticks two fingers in and beckons me with the tips, lightly rubbing against the top of me.
The buildup is instantaneous, carried over from everything she's done to me, but accelerated by the fact that I have no way to stop her, no way to keep her from reaching that feeling I've always tried to avoid.
“No, Stacy. Oh god, no!”
My inability to stop her is the fuse that makes me explode.
My hips begin to shake uncontrollably, thrusting off the bed and into her mouth. A cascade of pleasure ripple through me, traveling up my stomach and down my legs, causing me to seize up as my muscles convulse.
And then it happens, what I was so worried about. I feel my body release and I arch my back as a liquid begins to gush out of me, spraying out of my pussy as I scream in satisfaction. Stacy thrusts her fingers in and out, causing it to squirt out in every direction.
Stacy laughs. “Oh, you fucking nasty slut.”
But I don't respond. My body collapses into the bed as the most intense and enjoyable feeling passes through and numbs me.
I should have never tried to stop it. I should have let my body do what it's always wanted to do.
I lay my head back and close my eyes, passing out from sheer exhaustion.
* * *
I wake up to the sound of a door closing. I smile because that means that Jordan's home again. I open my eyes and the lights are off. Did I just have the most messed up dream?
I can hear Jordan begin to undress, dropping his clothes on the ground as he gets ready for bed. It reminds me of before when I thought it was him...
Then I try to move and realize my arms are tied behind my back. My legs are also tied together, and as I try to speak, I find a piece of tape covering my mouth.
What the fuck is going on?
I rock myself until I get to my knees, only to see that I'm no longer lying in bed. I'm in the closet, with the door
somewhat open as I look out into the bedroom.
The window is open and a good deal of moonlight is coming through, illuminating the room far more than it was before. I can clearly see Jordan standing next to the bed pulling his pants off.
I can also see a figure shift under the covers on the bed.
Stacy! She's lying there waiting for him to get in, and he has no idea because why would he?! Why would he think that crazy bitch is in his bed?
I struggle, trying to pull my wrists apart, but Stacy's taped them heavily together.
I'm about to start shouting through the tape until something hits me. A thought runs through me that keeps me silent.
I'm curious about what's going to happen. So curious that I can't get myself to speak up. So curious that my pussy begins to quiver at the thought of Jordan jumping into bed with Stacy. Something inside me wants to see it happen. Thinking about what she did to me, making me come hard for the first time, only makes me imagine her fucking his brains out.
He slides into bed and my heart climbs into my throat. What am I doing? Why am I not saying anything? Why am I not panicking? Am I so fucking depraved that I'm going to let my boyfriend get into bed with his ex?
But even now, I can't get anything to come out of my mouth. I'm stone silent, waiting on whatever plan Stacy is unfolding.
Stacy shimmies toward Jordan under the covers. The covers rise and fall as I hear Jordan moan. Stacy begins to jerk his dick under the covers, and then darts her head under and begin to bob up and down. I can hear her slurping, taking his dick in her mouth.
“Oh god, baby. Is this my birthday present?” I can hear the smile in his voice.
Stacey moans, like the taste of him is mind shattering. Her utterance goes unnoticed and Jordan lets her go on. He can't see anything in the dark, and therefore as no idea that he's getting head from his ex.
She throws the covers off, climbs on top of him, and guides his thick dick into her pussy. She begins to ride him, gliding herself slowly up and down his hard shaft.
“Goddamn,” he sighs, “You're pussy is already so wet!”
She speeds up, pounding her soaking pussy into him, taking him to the hilt.
“Let mommy ride you, daddy,” she moans, slamming into him furiously.
I hold my breath. She just revealed herself!
I can feel Jordan freeze, disoriented in the revelation. “Stacy?!” he exclaims.
She falls on top of him and wraps her arms around his neck. “Yes, daddy.” Her voice is pure saccharine, resorting to a level of baby talk I didn't think possible from her. The cruel bitch didn't seem like one to play games.
“Jesus, what are you doing?” he asks. It's small, but I can sense that he isn't angry, almost as if he is asking merely out of propriety. Not because he cares but because he knows he should.
“Giving you what you want.” Her voice is sultry steam from her lips.
She holds onto him, not moving as she grips his body in a bear hug. She stays mounted on him, her pussy engulfing his dick. Why'd she stop?
I hear her whisper into his ear. “Please fuck me, daddy. Please give me your dick.”
Silence, both of them entwined in an embrace. Nothing moves, and I think he's about to stop the entire ordeal.
But then he starts to move his hips, pulling back and slamming his dick into her waiting pussy.
He's actually fucking her!
“Yeah, Stacy. Oh god, I wanted to fuck you again for so long.”
My heart drops. Did he really? I'm shocked, but a part of me is thinking about his dick inside her, fucking her beautiful body, like they were meant to be together.
“I'm better than her, aren't I? I fuck you like you deserve.”
“Yeah, baby,” he mutters, “Oh god, you're so good.”
She wanted me to see all this. She wanted me to see Jordan bend to her will and give me up.
But instead of making me angry, it only makes my pussy light up. The thought of hearing Jordan betray me, not knowing that I can hear his entire confession, that he prefers another woman over me, turns me on to no end. It makes me feel worthless and disposable and nothing feels sexier at the moment.
“Please, daddy, cum in mommy. Make me pregnant, daddy.” He picks his hips up off the bed and starts thrusting harder, pinning her arms to the side of her body, holding her still as his dick spreads her open. “Come on, daddy. Come on. You can do it. Cum in me.”
He screams as she does. My pussy pulses as he cums inside her. He's never come inside me. He's always pulled out, never once thinking at all about getting me pregnant. But the second he fucks his ex, he immediately wants to come inside her when she tells him to.
She's the woman he wants to get pregnant, not me. He wants to spill his seed in her, and I swallow as I imagine his sperm getting dumped into her, racing each other to make a child.
Maybe I was never the perfect girlfriend. I couldn't drive my boyfriend wild enough to unload into me with abandon.
“Daddy,” Stacy says, sidling off of Jordan onto the floor, “I have a present for your birthday.”
The light goes on and she walks him hand in hand over to me in the closet.
I look up as the door opens and both of them stare down at me. Jordan's eyes widen, but he says nothing.
“You and me can be together again daddy, and she can be our little slave. She'll do all the boring stuff I never could, like cook and clean and set up birthdays. You know, none of the stuff I'm good at.” She pouts her lips like a child, embarrassed at her own admission.
That was all the stuff he left her over. Her inability to be a caring girlfriend. Why would he ever take her back?
But when I look at him, he has the happiest smirk.
“That way, we can fuck whenever we want to, with nothing else getting in the way. It'll be the perfect romance!” Her excitation is purely childish as she latches onto Jordan, hugging him like a little girl hugs her father.
She pulls the tape from my mouth. “How does that sound to you, baby?” she asks.
My mouth is so dry from the heavy arousal I've absorbed. “I-I—“ I sputter out, just as incapable of speaking as I am of thinking.
She looks over to Jordan. “She can even take care of our baby when you get me pregnant. It really would be perfect.”
That thought tears through me like a razor. They'd really make me take care of their baby, a slave to their fuck sessions, making me gruel out motherhood as they bang in the other room? I'd be used like a slave.
“Of course,” Stacy posits, “there's no sleeping with daddy. Only mommy gets to. But if you take care of daddy, mommy will make sure you get taken care of as well.”
I must not be thinking straight because the whole situation turns me on. I'd be raising another woman's child as she fucks my boyfriend in front of me.
She kisses me, her lips just as soft, sensuous, and delicious as before.
Jordan's dick begins to harden as our lips let go, and Stacy grabs a hold of it.
“Daddy likes that idea.”
My pussy is pulsing as they stand over me, Stacy dominating me and Jordan getting turned on by it. I don't know what I'm getting myself into, but all I can think about are her lips on my clit again, making me gush from her touch, enslaved to her wishes. I think about her getting pregnant from Jordan. I think about having to raise her children. The ties around my wrist make me recall my inability to resist, and I feel like submitting to it all.
I slowly nod, letting my arousal speak for me.
“Good, now clean me up, baby.”
She pulls my hair, tilting my head back and straddling over me.
Warm juices and semen spill out of her pussy as she spreads her lips with her fingers.
I close my eyes. Everything trickles down my throat, the mixture of her arousal, his seed, and my humiliation creating a perfect blend of bliss.
“Now come stand at the edge of the bed and watch as my new boyfriend takes me from behind. I'm going to show you how to make hi
m really happy.”
I lick my lips.
I'm ready for the next batch.
- - -
Conquered by the Little Brat
Today couldn't get much worse. But that's what you get when you work a normal job, dealing with normal people. When you're a stripper, you're dealing with people focused on one thing only. They've done you the favor of leaving all their other problems at home.
Customer service, though? All you get are assholes unloading everything they got on you. I'd rather take a fresh load from a pervert than some of the shit these people say to me over the phone. But you have to do what you gotta do when you try to go straight. No one knows I used to strip, especially not my husband, and that's how I like to keep it.
At least when I get home, I can relax. Dave's not going to be back for the next few days, so I don't have to do much for the weekend.
Cindy, my stepdaughter, is in town from college, though, and she's having an old fashion sleepover with her friends from high school. It's not like I have to take care of her or anything, but I can't imagine they're going to keep it down too much tonight. Tomorrow, maybe, I can get a full day of rest.
When I get home, I can hear the girls in Cindy's old bedroom, so I pass by quietly so I can get changed and eat a quick meal. I just want to stay in my room and not bother them.
I start changing, but as soon as I take my shirt and bra off, there's a knock at my door.
“Uh, yes?” I ask.
Cindy opens the door. “Hey, mom, can I come in?”
“Uh, no?!” I rush to cover myself with my hands, but she's already opened the door. It doesn't help much that when she calls me 'mom', I hear a tinge of sarcasm or condescension or something in her voice. Even though I'm her step-mom, normally she's not one to give me attitude or question my authority, but when she does, it's usually in response to something I've done she doesn't agree with.
What made her start in with that as the first thing she says to me?
She closes the door and starts to slowly dawdle around the room, her arms behind her back, her face straining and failing to keep a smile at bay. She's just walking around and examining things around the room awkwardly.
