by Nicola Diaz
I feel his meat nestled between my tired and exhausted thighs, growing once again. Threatening to pierce my sore pussy. He continues to leak his cum and I feel it quickly racing down my thigh. I clench my thigh and trap his cock between them. Egging him on to fuck me again.
I smile back at his alluring eyes “Sometimes naughty girls needs to keep being punished” I lean in even further and smell his pheromones hovering around him “Because that’s the only way they learn”
I feel his thick hands cup my pussy as he gently strokes my wetness and then suddenly. I feel a soft sting as he slaps my lips, jolting my attention back into his eyes. The moans slips out of my mouth and I don't know if he heard them or not.
“You may need to punish me again” I make sure he can hear the words louder than he heard my moan.
But he doesn’t. The dominant Inspector steps back and slowly tucks his gigantic piece back into his trousers, tucking in his meat and zips himself up. He turns around, grabs his clipboard and proceeds to walk to the rear exit. He looks back at me, watching my naked torso, torn and violated and he emits a devilish smile.
“I’ll be back in 3 months for the follow up inspection Kimberly”
And he continues to walk out. I slide my hands between my thighs and circle the soreness around my drenched and satisfied pussy. I knew I had to use my body, every inch of it to win over the horny Head Office Inspector and I did. But I also tapped into something I never imagined I ever would. I fulfilled a deep, dark and hidden fantasy of mine I never knew ever existed.
I shut my eyes and allow my tired body to slide onto the floor. I part my legs open and rub my inner thighs.
3 months couldn’t some soon enough.
THE END
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Caught and Spanked
The knocking on the wall startled me but I quickly sat up knowing what was to come. These townhouses have thin walls between them and the fact that my bedroom wall shares the other townhouse bedroom wall means that I can hear when any action takes place. I quickly shimmied out of my panties and prepared for the coming party.
A slight moan from Marcy caused me to run my fingers over my already taut nipples. I moan along with her knowing Mr. Carson was about to pound the fuck out of her pussy. She must be a good fuck because he becomes as noisy as her during their lovemaking. I thoroughly enjoy it as my hands run down to my moist mound. I don’t want to come too fast, I enjoy coming with them. I laughed at the irony of it because everyone sees me as a good girl, someone who’s innocent and untainted. They don’t know what I do in the privacy of my bedroom when no one is looking. They don’t know that I enjoy listening to the escapades of my neighbors and their wild sex. Sometimes I hear more than two people over there and I secretly wish I’d receive an invitation. If anything, I’d like to just watch and masturbate in their presence. It’s a weird dream and I tell no one of my sexy weird thoughts.
Oh, the headboard of their bed began to thump, the sort of thumping that the first few times I hated hearing. I remember when I came to live in my father’s and stepmother’s vacation home two years ago and how the Carson’s sexy escapades would wake me in the middle of the night. More than once I grabbed my pillow and padded to the living room where the glorious silence would allow me to sleep. But after a while I grew curious to the thumping and moaning. I could hear some slaps and rough play and it strangely aroused me. Now I enjoy the moments; they give me great release as I bring myself to orgasm in unison with my rowdy neighbors.
“Uhhh,” Marcy moaned louder than normal. Smack! “Again.” Smack! I squirmed under my covers as my fingers worked frantically over my swollen slit. I almost come and so I pull my fingers away before easily sliding those same two fingers into my very wet pussy.
Mr. Carson, Ted, began his sex chant. I imagined his hair in a disarray atop his head, his sweat pouring, his chiseled muscles flexing as he pumps his stiff phallus into Marcy, or whoever. I badly wanted to be the recipient of his white gold as she moaned even louder. Smack! Damn! There’s some fucking action going on in there tonight. My fingers found my G-spot and I began the marathon. I felt quaking within my pelvis as my pleasure began to build. Thankfully, Dad and Tina were not home at the moment; I decide to let loose with my own loud moans, keeping in time with the Carson’s.
“That fucking hurts!” Marcy said loud enough for me to hear.
“Want me to stop?” Smack!
“Fuck no, I want to come, you sonofabitch!”
I almost lost it but I waited. “Pound me, you motherfucker,” Marcy yelled as the two went at it, the headboard thumping the wall hard while the moans and groans coming through start to send me over the edge. My other hand reached down and rubbed over my rock hard clit while my two fingers danced within my pussy. The orgasm hit me hard as the two on the other side of the wall came too. The three of us yelped out in pleasure, my feet thrashing and thwacking the wall while my pelvis rocked through an intense orgasm. I’m sure they heard it. Afterward, all three of us slept like babies as our bodies recovered from the intense act. I only wished I had the physical touch of another person. I’d have liked to have been smacked and begged for a pussy pounding. I dreamed about being in a threesome with the couple next door.
The days went by as I have a busy class schedule and my job at the coffee shop on campus. I’m grateful for the quiet nights when I have to stay up late and study. A time or two I have retreated to the master suite to sleep when my parents aren’t home, which they aren’t most of the time. I chose the college in the resort town because I love the area. The lake has always brought in an abundance of tourism during the summers and the college brings in students during the rest of the year.
It was Friday and I felt like some fun, but all my friends were heading home, leaving me to my own plans. Normally I would have a party of people staying with me over the weekends and we often gathered around the pool to swim and play music. But not this weekend. I began to consider visiting another friend in my old hometown as I arrived home that Friday afternoon.
“I’m sorry, we’re having a family reunion up at Falls Flat. You’re welcome to tag along,” Chelsea said into the phone. I can hear her baby daughter, Bella, squeal. It distracts Chelsea and I’m not one to jump into the midst of a family’s gathering if it’s not my own.
“It’s okay. I’ll hang out here. Maybe Dad and Pepper will come in for the weekend,” I said, knowing full well they were both working.
After I grab a sandwich I hear commotion on the shared deck. Glancing out the patio doors I see the top of Bruce Carson’s head over the divider and smile. Grabbing my drink, I make my way to the deck for a chance to see the sex crazed couple in the flesh. It would give me some extra visuals for our nighttime sexcapades.
The sound of people laughing and chattering greeted me as I sat in the deck chair. For a few minutes no one noticed me there. I sat back and enjoyed the conversations the Carson’s were having with several others. I moved the chair closer to the divider where the six-feet-tall boards offer privacy, but not if you’re right next to it. I smiled as I peered through the slats and see Mr. Carson wearing a pair of tight running shorts, his bulge nice and out front. I wonder what it would be like to stroke it.
“Penny, is that you?” Marcy Carson said to me, startling me. I blushed heavily as I sat up and looked at her through the slat.
“Yes, I’m sorry, I’m out here enjoying this cool evening. I don’t mean to impose,” I said with a chuckle.
Mr. Carson came around the divider and gave me a chastising look.
“Where’s our manners? Penny, please join us. We have plenty of steaks, right Mar?”
Heat flooded my face even more and I felt embarrassed. Marcy
caught me peeking through the slats at her husband and they were gracious enough to invite me to their barbecue.
“Really, I don’t want to impose,” I said.
“Nonsense, get over here,” Bruce said as he waved his hand toward me.
Appearing around the divider I saw that there were two ladies and a man sitting on the wicker furniture. I’m introduced to Samantha, Vanessa, and Carmichael. After the introductions, the Carson’s serve a feast as I join them. I can’t help but look at the couple and think about the nightly sex they all have.
“What?” Marcy asked me as the group all turned their eyes upon me. I blushed again because she kept catching me deep in my own thoughts about all the naughty things that go on in their bedroom.
I shook my head and smiled as I came up with a lie. “Just thinking about how thankful I am that college is almost out. Here I was thinking I’d have a lonely weekend and you all are so nice to let me crash your party,” I said, hoping I sounded convincing.
The others nodded and smiled politely and thankfully the conversation trailed away from me until Samantha looked at me thoughtfully. “Marcy, is she?” Samantha asked quietly.
Marcy kept the smile on her face but slightly shook her head. “Not yet,” she said as the two women giggled.
I didn’t take the bait, I didn’t want to know. Bruce smiled at us. “TV time,” he announced.
I stood and stretched. “I should…”
“Join us,” Marcy said to me as she placed her hand around my back. You won’t regret it.”
I followed her into the living room as Bruce fiddled with the TV remote. A movie might be relaxing, but I was feeling a little uneasy. Carmichael was sitting in the middle of the sofa, his arms around both Samantha and Vanessa. Bruce and Marcy shared the loveseat and left the recliner for me.
“Make yourself comfortable,” Bruce said as he clicked off the lamp with the only light in the room coming from the television.
I did as he asked and sat back while pulling the lever. It felt good to relax after a long day in college classes. The television began to bloom with a scene of two women, Carlie and Sugar, and a man named Rex. Carlie looked uncomfortable as the couple led her into a room and shoved her into a chair. She gave a brief smile as the other woman tied her hands behind the chair but gave no struggle.
I glanced at Bruce and his eyes were looking at me. He winked at me and I blushed as my eyes went back to the screen. Carlie watched as Rex pulled Sugar around, bending her over a table and raising her short skirt to reveal no panties. She smiled and nodded to Carlie who was just watching the pair.
I swallowed hard as my heart began to race a bit. This should not surprise me, and in a way I was intrigued; but I was also terribly embarrassed. Carmichael has begun to deeply kiss Vanessa on the sofa, one of his hands squeezing Samantha’s boob. I wasn’t sure where to put my eyes; on the three on the sofa or on the television screen. Both Marcy and Bruce were looking more at my reaction with amusement than the television. The tint of my face was surely a bright red by now.
Rex pulled out his cock, a damned long one, too. I couldn’t pull my eyes from the television. He took it and spanked Sugar on the ass. She smiled as she looked back at Carlie, wiggling her butt at Rex while begging him to take her. He pulled her hips toward him and inserted his pecker deep into her pussy. She moaned as he pumped in and out of her. Her moans became louder and louder as he grunted along. The camera panned to Carlie who now had a pained look on her face as if she felt left out. Miss Sugar began to cry out in ecstasy as Rex kept thrusting. Finally, he pulled her to him while slapping his pelvis against her ass in quick juts, growling as he shot his wad right into Sugar’s pussy. She seemed to be experiencing extreme pleasure as she looked around at the man who was pounding her.
A moan escaped Carmichael and I was both horrified and fascinated to see Samantha’s head launched over his bare pole, right there in front of all of us. My eyes widened as I saw Carmichael’s hand down Vanessa’s shorts, causing her to moan softly.
Bruce and Marcy watched my reaction. I swung my eyes back to the television where Sugar and Rex have approached Carlie and yanked her dress up to reveal a freshly-shaven puss. Carlie raised a brow in approval as Sugar approached with looked to be a foot-long vibrator. Rex lifted Carlie’s shirt and her breasts bobbed free. He planted his lips on a nipple as his other hand went to her other nipple. Sugar turned on the vibrator and rubbed it briefly against Carlie’s muff. She squirmed in her seat as Sugar pulled her legs apart, tying each one back to keep her muff front and center. As Rex kept at her nipples, Sugar toyed with Carlie’s pussy; teasing her clit, moving the vibrator in and out of her wet hole. Carlie thrashed around against her bindings, the orgasm shaking her entire body. Her pussy had become intensely purple as the juices flowed. After Sugar pulled out the vibrator, Rex bent down and lapped up her juices, which caused Carlie to begin screaming into another orgasm.
Carmichael lurched forward while Samantha’s head bobbed. Vanessa squirmed beside him as she came first as Carmichael’s fingers danced within her shorts. He then shot his wad far into the back of Samantha’s throat. It was done.
Bruce didn’t waste a moment. He jumped up and turned off the television before turning on the light. Samantha grabbed a tissue from the box on the coffee table and dabbed her mouth while Vanessa yawned.
Samantha’s phone went off and she answered it. Soon she stands and says, “I have to pick up Cory, the sitter is apparently sick.” The young woman marches toward the door with her purse. After Carmichael and Vanessa thank the Carson’s for a lovely evening they follow behind her. As they exited the front door, I took my chance and rushed out the back door and back to my own home. Once inside, I gasped for air while not believing the evening I had just had.
I wondered if Bruce or Marcy would come after me and when they didn’t I relaxed and showered as the evening played out in my mind. I was strangely aroused by the entire thing, yet horrified at the same time. Did I really witness that? Bruce and Marcy watched the whole thing, including my reaction as real-life porn played out on their sofa.
I was exhausted from the evening, so I go to bed while wondering if I would ever be able to look my neighbors in the eyes again. I drifted off to sleep until…
Bang bang bang. While opening my eyes, I struggled to grasp where I was at. Oh yeah, I was home in my own bed. Bang bang bang. I sat up and reached for the clock. 12:39 a.m. I could not imagine what was making the noise. I walked across the floor to the dining room patio door.
“Penny, are you awake?” Marcy called from the door.
“Marcy? Is something wrong?” I asked as I opened the door and squinted at the porch light.
She gave me a sideways smile and lifted her brow. “Nothing’s wrong. Bruce and I wanted to know if you’d like to come over?”
I stepped back and swallowed hard as my body jolted at the invitation. “Now?”
“Yes, now. It’s the best time, you know,” Marcy said. “Remember, we’ve caught you. We know you’re interested. We are offering a peek into our lives, if you’re curious? I’m willing to bet that you are. The door’s open; come on over. Or just keep listening at the wall,” Marcy said as she backed away before turning to walk around the divider to her own patio.
My heart thumped hard as I stood there with my mouth agape. I had just received an invitation into their private party. My thoughts raced back to the short time I had spent in their living room and to all the many nights I had taken matters into my own hands while wishing and dreaming I could be a part of whatever it was they were doing. I froze in place for a moment before I grabbed the keys from the hook and stepped out the door, barefoot and in nothing but my giant sleepshirt and panties.
“Hello,” I called out as I opened the unlocked door.
“In here,” Marcy replied from the bedroom.
I could not believe I was doing this. What was I thinking? Curiosity had the best of me as I walked into their bedroom. Having never seen it b
efore, I took in the platform bed where Bruce was lying in the middle, sheets to his waist, and obviously naked underneath as he was pitching a tent. His dark gray eyes looked up at me, desire dripping from his expression. A small smile formed on my face.
“There you are,” Marcy said as she sauntered past me while wearing a see-through baby doll nightie. She rummaged through a chest drawer and turned around, bearing a small leather whip and a couple of black silken scarves. “Not a party without these.”
My heart thumped hard inside my chest. Part of me wanted to turn and run back home and part of me wanted to stay and find out…
“Are you dominatrix or dominated?” Marcy asked.
“Huh?” I looked at her without understanding.
“Curious, I’ll bet,” Bruce said as he chuckled.
“Well, I…” I say.
“Caught. That’s what you are. Caught. You are curious about our playtime. We hear you too, you know. It’s a big turn on for us knowing our actions draw the right kind of attention.” Marcy climbed onto the bed and grabbed Bruce’s hand and tied it to the bedpost. She soon did the same to the other.
