I had a couple more drinks and felt my buzz getting stronger. Then something happened. Josh put his hand on my leg. I was taken aback, but against my better judgement, I let him continue. His hand was on my knee and so I didn’t think much of it as I continued the conversation. I knocked back another drink, enjoying the hookah smoke surrounding us. Josh moved his hand up my leg, this time resting on my thigh as he began to lightly stroke my leg with his fingers. It felt nice. No harm in this, right? I was a lot more comfortable around him and didn’t mind what he was doing.
Then he moved his hand higher to the hem of my dress, moving it up slightly. I looked at him as I bit my lip and felt goosebumps emerge on my leg. It was happening. I was getting into that mood of mine. That mood where I lose all self control, all sense of right or wrong, where my judgement gets cloudier than a rainy day. My wide eyes looked at Josh, as he ogled at my body, my naked arms and legs, as if he was able to sense my sudden desire. He moved his face closer, his lips an inch away from mine. We stayed that way for a few seconds, our lips slightly apart. Then I made up for the gap as I put my lips on his. He kissed me back, softly at first, then firming up. He grabbed the back of my head, his hand still on my leg as he pulled me closer to his face. I felt myself lose control as I lifted myself up from the couch and sat on top of him, lightly grinding my damp pussy on the bulge in his pants as we continued to kiss passionately and intensely.
I started to unbutton his shirt as he loosened the straps on my dress and pulled it down, exposing my naked breasts. I started kissing his chiseled chest, biting it playfully as I ran my fingers and lips all of his body. He navigated his fingers to my breasts, tugging and pulling them as I whimpered in pain. The waterworks had started as my pussy started to leak on to his pants, leaving a dark wet spot of my pussy juice. He sensed my eagerness as he got me up and helped me take my dress off. I stood there naked and bare in front of this guy who my husband and I both hated 24 hours ago.
“Bend over,” he commanded. I did as he said. He moved his face towards my ass cheeks and started to kiss them softly all over as he ran his fingers up and down the middle, from my asshole to my pussy and back. Then he used his hands to spread my ass cheeks wide as he pushed his face in between my cheeks, licking my crack up and down. I was shocked and taken aback but was enjoying it too much. His thick, wet tongue lathered every inch of the space between my butt cheeks, moistening it as it glistened with his saliva. Then, he spread me wider as I felt his tongue go inside my asshole.
“OHHHH YEAHHHHH,” I screamed as I took in this brand new pleasure. He continued to tongue fuck my asshole, sliding his tongue as deep as possible in my tiny little hole. His fingers navigated to my pussy as he slid 2 fingers inside, going in and out harder and faster. I continued to moan and scream in pleasure as Josh continued to play with my body. I got up and decided to return the favour, unzipping his pants to take his cock in my mouth. He was massive, as big as Rodney. His dick was scary and intimidating and looked hungry for my tight pussy. I took Josh’s massive cock and put it in my mouth, licking it up and down and taking it down my throat, gagging as I did it.
I felt amazing and excited as this was the first new cock I had since the boys. But it got even better. Even kinkier. Josh bent me over the sofa arm rest and pulled my arms back. He picked up his shirt and used the sleeves to tie my hands together. Then we walked over to where my thong was and brought it near my mouth. I willingly opened my mouth as he put the wet thong inside, gagging me. Josh walked behind me and undressed, standing completely naked behind me as I was tied up and gagged. He then picked up his belt off of the ground. I moaned in anticipation. He slid the thick leather belt all over my body, my back, my legs, my ass and my pussy.
Then he did it…*SMACK* I let out a pleasurable moan as he whipped the belt on the back of my leg. *SMACK* He whipped me higher, just below my ass cheek. I screamed as the pleasure outpaced the pain. *SMACK* He whipped my right ass cheek. *SMACK* My left ass cheek. I felt tears well up in my eyes but I didn’t want it to stop. He was whipping me hard enough, but not so hard that it wasn’t enjoyable. I looked back at him, my eyes wide.
“Oh, you want more?” he asked.
“Mmm hmm,” I mumbled as I nodded, gagged and tied up. He kept whipping different areas of my body, my back, my arms and my legs. But most of his efforts were focused on my ass, as it became crimson red from the punishment. When I had enough, he took the belt and tied it around my neck, as he took my thong out of my mouth and untied my hands.
“You’re my bitch now, you understand,” he said menacingly. I nodded in agreement. “Bark for me.”
“Woof,” I said quietly.
“Louder!” he said.
“WOOF WOOF,” I barked back in my soft voice. “Woof…woof…mmmhmm…wooof…woof daddy…woof woof.”
He started pulling on the belt and walking. I crawled behind him on all fours as he walked from one end of the basement to the other, pulling on my leash. He was walking me like I was his bitch. My pussy was hot and wet from the excitement, the humiliation, the bullying. That’s what he was doing. He was bullying me. He probably bullied my husband back in school which is why my husband hated him so much. But I had the opposite reaction. I was enjoying every second of his bullying.
After a few moments of walking me around, he took me back to the sofa where he bent me over. He kept my leash tight around my neck and stood behind me. Then he did it. He pushed his cock deep into my pussy without warning.I screamed hard, “OH YES, DADDY!”
“No words. You’re a bitch, remember?”
“WOOF WOOF WOOF,” I barked back playfully. He pulled on the belt, choking me slightly as he continued to pound my pussy hard and without mercy, as if he was punishing me for his hatred towards my husband, bullying me like he bullied him. His monster cock was ripping and grinding through my vagina, expanding it with each stroke, as I took every inch of him in my itty bitty pussy hole. “Woof woof.” I kept on barking for him, to make my owner happy, to make him proud. And I could tell he was proud. He kept on fucking me harder and harder, deeper and deeper. My body was sweating, my pussy was leaking and my asshole still damp from when he licked inside. I came twice as I kept getting bullied by Josh.
Then he took his cock out and turned me around. My back was resting on the arm rest, my pink nipples perked up for him as he tugged on his cock. His cum shot out of him, as if in slow motion, straight towards my face, coating my lips, nose, ears and cheeks. I closed my eyes to keep the cum out as I wiped it away with my arm. Josh undid the belt off of my neck and walked over to my dress. He kept his eyes fixated on me as I looked back at him, naked, trembling and covered in his sweet white cum. We didn’t say a word to each other. He picked up the dress, wiped his cock with it, and threw it back on the ground. He quickly got dressed, turned and started to walk away.
“Where are you going,” I called. He didn’t answer. He went back upstairs and I heard the front door open and close. He left. Left me here alone, naked, covered in cum, humiliated, bullied, but thoroughly satisfied. This was the most unique sexual experience I had ever had.
My husband texted me and said that my father in law was okay and just had a minor scare. He was on his way home. I quickly cleaned up before he arrived. I wasn’t really sure how to tell him about what had happened. I decided to keep it to myself for now and talk to him tomorrow morning when he would be less exhausted from looking after his dad.
The next morning, I gave my father in law a call to check up on him. I had a decent relationship with my in laws. We didn’t talk often, but we would always be pleasant and cordial with one another whenever we would meet.
“Hi dad, how are you?” I asked him.
“I’m good, honey. I miss you, it’s been a while,” he said.
“Yeah, I’m just calling to check up on you, see how you’re doing. I heard you weren’t doin’ so well last night,” I said with a note of concern in my voice.
He was surprised. “Me? What do you mean? I’m absolutely fine.”
I explained to my father in law about last night, how my husband told me he wasn’t doing well and went to go see him.
“Honey, I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m absolutely fine. I didn’t see my son yesterday,” he said. I went silent. My father in law sensed my discomfort as he said, “Honey, you okay? Is everything all right between you two.”
I didn’t want to worry him so I said, “Oh yeah, for sure. Sorry, I got confused, probably misheard him or something.” I continued to make small talk with my father in law for a couple more minutes before hanging up. My husband came downstairs sometime later for breakfast. I stayed silent as I studied him, watching his every move. My husband lied to me. He lied to me about his father being ill and going to see him. But why? Why would he do this? He never lies…he is always truthful. What was he hiding? I quietly ate my breakfast and sipped on my coffee as I continued to think of all the possibilities.
– Nina
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