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He Shouldn't Have!

By: MistressLacy



He shouldn't have!

She woke to the sound of her alarm going off. Strange, although She set the dimly lit alarm clock in case of emergency She never had cause to actually wake to it as Paul, Her house servant always woke Her with a cup of tea. The alarm being switched off before it reached the 7.30 deadline.

The alarm wasn't going to switch off itself so She opened her eyes felt for the off switch. Turning it off She looked towards the windows and through the closed curtains She could see the sun shining. Throwing back the covers She went to step into her bedroom slippers, which weren't there. Her robe wasn't there either. Shaking Her head in bewilderment She went to where she took Her slippers and robe off the night before and and shrugged into them.

Without Her first cup of tea She felt half asleep and as She padded her way downstairs there was no noise. No quiet chink of breakfast being made. No hushed song being sung as the housework was done. It wasn't always like this. Just so you don't think She was a lazy mare who can't look after Herself. She knew every step of doing the housework She now allocated to someone else. She knew the temperatures of different laundry loads. Her baking was legendary and on occasion still baked for the excuse it settled Her mind and She DID enjoy it. She knew how to clean the expensive rugs, careful of the different fibres and what could be cleaned and what couldn't.

As She entered the kitchen She gasped as last nights dishes were scattered around the kitchen. The cooker was dressed in last nights meal. Her bewilderment changed to simmering anger as She took in the full amount of mess which surrounded Her. If she chose to enter the kitchen to make Herself a drink even at an early hour, the kitchen was always immaculate. Not a cup or a splodge of food out of place. 

She filled and clicked the on switch on the kettle and walked through to the living room, expecting it again to be clean and tidy ready for Her. But, instead of Her expectations being met, the only thing She met was cans on the floor, a takeaway menu and cartons on the coffee table and what amazed Her the most was the sight of Her 'dutiful' man servant asleep on Her sofa. HER sofa, the one on which only She sat. 

The small kitten heel on Her slippers made a thump noise as it connected with Pauls shin. The contact woke him immediately and as he opened his eyes to the sight of his Mistress standing over him his eyes took on a look of pure fear. He physically shrank into himself, becoming smaller in every way. 

His Mistress never said a word as She turned from him and walked back into the kitchen to finish making Her drink. He could hear Her slamming the fridge door shut, then the chink of a spoon hard hitting the sides of a china cup. He knew right at that very moment he was in trouble. He knew that unless he could calm Her well known temper his behind would be smarting for weeks. In fact his whole existence would be made worthless for the immediate future.

By the time She walked in to the room he was on the floor. His nose pressed into the deep pile of the luxurious carpet. His knees tucked under him, his hands outreached in a classic pose of submission. The sight of this did nothing to placate Her. Her heels stood full weight on his outstretched hands. His intake of breath quiet as he felt his fingers break. A noise from him he knew would earn him more punishment so he did not make a noise or move as She removed Herself and sat down.

She continued to sit in silence as She took in Her hot tea. A cigarette releasing curls of smoke in to the heavy air. Paul knew the longer She was silent the worse it was going to be for him. As standard there was a heavy crop within arms reach wherever She would sit and this morning was no exception. As Her favourite seat there was Her favourite discipline crop at Her side. 

At least this hadn't been disturbed. She reached for it and Her fingers lovingly curled round the leather bound handle. She raised it above his head and brought it down hard within millimeters of his bare behind. He flinched as the air whooshed over his skin and knew his Mistress was playing with his fear. Increasing the adrenalin which coursed through him from the first stroke of the crop. Now, after the first few air breaking strokes the crop made contact with his skin. Hard and with intent it caused an almost immediate red welt to form. 

Time and time again it connected. Her anger came through each time. She took a deep breath each time She raised the crop and used the breath to enforce the stroke with added purpose. She did not bother to count the strokes. As per the contract She held with him, punishment or discipline was unlimited and She could give him one stroke or one hundred. Now in quick succession She bore down on his naked flesh. Stroke after stroke after stroke showed him Her anger and displeasure. He tried not to move from the unrestrained position he was in but the ferociousness of Her strokes bent his body, his breath ragged from trying to breath through the intense pain.

After an hour of Her attention She was still raining the strokes down on him. A sudden stop of the strokes made him look to his side to try and see the reason but that low down and in the position he was he could see nothing but Her painted toes. He dared not move his head so he closed his eyes and sighed, grateful for the respite of what maybe a few seconds or a few minutes before, if She chose to, resume the crop upon him.

He heard the click of Her lighter as he he presumed she was having a cigarette. She moved and rested her feet on his burning skin. He winced as the pain was intense. She ground the tip of Her heel into a particularly deep welt and his weight dropped to the floor. He couldn't hold himself as the pain became mental as well as physical. He was exhausted, almost broken. When she picked up the crop and brought it down upon him with added severity he tried to raise himself but it was no good he couldn't. The collar which he wore around his neck 24/7 was pulled tight as She tried to pull him up. He started to choke as the tightness increased and he knew if he didn't resume position he would soon be unconscious as She didn't care about his existence only his service to Her.

He tried again to rise but it wasn't until She kicked him did he resume the position. The blow winded him and as quickly as he could bent himself into the position She demanded of him. The collar was released and his lungs took in the life giving air he desperately needed.

Finishing Her cigarette, She stubbed it out on his back. The burn melted into the pain from the welts and he did not flinch. In Her eyes this was normal behaviour. If there was no ashtray available he became it. The ash was strewn on the floor and now the crushed nub was dropped onto the floor to join the ash. The burns were very few as he nearly always made sure there was a tray at the side of Her wherever She chose to sit. 

She curled Her feet beneath her and ordered him to run Her morning bath. She would be receiving company this morning and She needed to look her best. He crawled upstairs never once walking unless She said he could. He hated Her but the hate was in a loving way. She may beat him nearly every day for something or another but Her punishment and discipline was enforced for him to better himself. To make him the best, as only the best would be allowed to stay with Her. He had only been in Her service for just over 5 months but he learnt quickly, he had to!

Rumour was that once of Her previous servants ended up in a mental institution. He had not learnt Her ways and standards. His service sloppy and without pride. She had broken him completely within a matter of months and now he was nothing but a gibbering mess. Unable to care for himself or even speak coherently he was in a supervised house where his every need was tended to from feeding him to wiping his ass. It disgusted Her, weakness was a sin and he knew She would not tolerate weakness. 

Once Her bath was prepared for her he crawled back downstairs stopped at Her feet in the position and informed Her, Her bath was ready. As She rose from the sofa Her feet once again stood on his what must be already broken hands and he involuntarily gasped a deep breath as the pain drove the breath from him. She neither cared or paused in thought for his pain. He expected nothing else from Her.

Once he knew She was safely upstairs he began clearing the mess he had stupidly created and left for Her to see. His Mistress could be upstairs for a few minutes or up to an hour. The more he cleaned and tidied the more he hoped She would go easy on him. The reality of it though was that She had seen it and no amount of begging or cleaning would appease Her. The crime had already been committed and the punishment would be delivered whatever. 

The living room was immaculate by the time She returned downstairs. Hair, make-up and attire was perfect. Before She prepared herself She was attractive, after, well that's another story. She walks into a room with the grace and poise of a seasoned ballet dancer or true English lady. Her dress is immaculate without a stitch out of place. 

He was in the kitchen when She called for him. Back down to his hands and knees he came to Her feet and pressed his nose to the floor a hairs width away from Her peep toed shoes. He didn't notice the crop already in Her hand and as he came to a stop the vicious crop bore down on him. The first stroke opened the recent burn mark and he howled. He was immediately instructed to fetch the gag She used when he could not be silent. Crawling away from Her he was tempted to up and run. Even though he was naked, the thought of being free from Her was appealing. He paused before sense kicked in. He wouldn't get far. She would walk out of her front door and simply call him back. He would come, he was trained well enough now to obey a single word from her, no matter how detrimental to him that word would be. 

He fetched the gag and head lowered once he reached her, offered the gag. She took it gently with no need of force. He positioned himself to receive the gag and soon it was in place. She pointed to the floor and he instantly resumed the position. Again the crop quickly connected with his flesh and because She had had to stop her ministrations before She brought it down full force to show him that She was not to be interrupted. Over a hundred strokes later she ceased her movements.

She commanded him to make her a drink and a slice of toast. Her exertions had made Her peckish and She needed nourishment before Her company arrived. Which after glancing at the clock She realised would be soon. The drink and toast replenished Her. After clearing Her dishes Paul asked to be excused, which was granted and as She sat on the sofa and read Paul began cleaning the kitchen. He felt guilty for letting his Mistress See such a mess which was down to him. He knew he had let her down and for that he knew he still could be punished further. 

The doorbell rang and Paul quickly walked to answer it. Her rule was for the door to be answered within 20 seconds of the first ring of the bell. No matter where he was or what he was doing, his Mistress and her company came first. Each time and every time.

He opened the door to a face that familiar to him. Mistresses pride and joy. Her submissive of 7 years. He closed the door and announced the visitor to his Mistress. She smile when She saw him. As she stood She offered Her hand and his bowed to kiss the offered hand. Paul asked if the visitor would like a drink and he replied 'Coffee, without.'

No please or thank you was required. Paul was the lowest of the low. Even another submissive or slave was ranked above him. He asked his Mistress is She would like a drink and she replied with a simple 'Juice.'

Returning a few minutes later with the drinks he came to see the submissive sat at his Mistresses feet. They were talking about something they had seen on the news at some point. They did not acknowledge him or offer him a thank you when the drinks were placed on the low table. He bowed and walked away, not turning his back to them until he was out of sight. 

He continued to hear them talk and occasionally laugh as he cleaned. It was a Friday and the kitchen was due its weekly deep clean. He knew from experience that a deep clean included everything from the tops of the cupboards being cleaned to the floor being cleaned with a toothbrush so every inch was cleaned. The Mistress called for him and he attended Her within a few seconds. She informed him that She was going out for a couple of hours. No need for him to know where, he quickly fetched Her shoes (which he knew matched the outfit She was wearing) and Her long coat which was required as though it was spring the air still had a chill to it.

Ready to leave, he opened the door for Her and Her visitor and they left the house, with no acknowledgement apart from his Mistresses saying quietly to him 'this house will be done by the time I return. If it is not you know the consequences.' 

It sounded like a question but he knew it was everything else but. It was a promised threat, one he knew She would carry out if he did not reach her expectations.

He watched them leave and he was tempted to make himself a drink and relax for a few minutes. Then Her parting statement came back to him and he decided against it. Work now, relax later. That's if She would allow it. Nearly 3 hours later the kitchen was gleaming. Doning his own white gloves he tested different areas of the kitchen. Not a trace of dust or dirt anywhere. Now he would have a quick drink and then resume on the rest of the house.

He wondered what his Mistress was doing, something relaxing and pleasurable he could be sure. He was envious of her submissive. Taking Her out, spending time with the goddess they both revered. These thoughts haunted him as he worked. Her bedding changed every day, Her dressing table cleaned and organised so She could ready herself without fuss. Her wardrobes tidied so at a glance She could see what She wanted to wear that day.

Even the bathroom would be reorganised each day. Her toiletries put in a particular order. The expensive bottles refilled, the bath cleaned to a sparkling finish and the floor, cleaned and waxed. the real wood needing to be protected against any water. Once he got in the head space of his cleaning duties he worked well, Late afternoon came and all he had left to do before preparing dinner for his Mistress was to walk the dogs. 2 dogs with enough energy to wear him out 3 times over. 

Half an hour later just as he had himself walked through the door, his Mistress arrived home. She was smiling and he thought that it bode well for him. She looked relaxed and as the submissive followed her indoors winked at him in a decidedly 'I'm with her and you're not' kind of look. Paul ignored it as any comment no matter how valid would earn him another discipline session.

His Mistress and the sub entered the living room and this time as She sat on the sofa, the submissive sat at the other end of the sofa. Paul wondered briefly why he was giving the privilege of sitting at Her side esp as She had now turned, tucked one foot under Herself and was facing the sub. As they chatted Paul enquired if they would like any refreshments or food. His Mistress replied 'White wine spritzer and a juice for him.'

So, he was on the sofa with his Mistress but he was still referred to as 'him.'

The drinks quickly made, he delivered them to the table and asked if he was required for anything else. His Mistress dismissed him to the kitchen and instructed him to clean the kitchen floor.

'But, Mistress. I cleaned the floor this morning, it is immaculate for your inspection?'

'You dare to contradict Me?'

'But.'

'There is no buts in his house. Not unless you include your butt which is about to be cropped within an inch of your life.'

If the look of fear on Pauls face this morning when his Mistress woke him, the look now could kill instantly. Her eyes actually flared with anger. Her face set in an unmovable look and She picked up the crop which lay at Her side. 'Assume position.'

Paul instantly assumed the position he knew She meant. Bending over, his hands touching his toes, he waited for the first stroke. What he did not anticipate that his Mistress would hand over the crop to the submissive who was now watching intently the scene unfolding before him. 

'Mistress?' the sub enquired.

'I am tired from the days activities. You know how to do it, so do so.'

Paul's eyes flew open wide as this was as new to him as the days growth on his face.

The submissives eyes were open just as wide. 

'Well?'

'Nothing Mistress.'

And he stood, taking position to the side of Paul. With no hesitation he raised the crop, took aim and brought down with such a whoosh even his Mistress flinched at the guided power. It hit Pauls bare behind and the strength behind the stroke knocked him forwards. Losing his balance he fell, his face hitting the floor. His Mistress without restraint laughed heartily at the picture before her.

'Get up you worthless piece of shit.'

'Mistress, please?'

'Drag him up, NOW!' She spat out and the sub grabbed Paul by his neck and hauled him up. 

'Assume position.'

And he did, fingers touching toes he braced himself for another body moving stroke. This time the crop came down hard, but not hard enough to unbalance him. The sub continued to use strokes which hurt but did not unbalance. After nearly 45 minutes She told the sub to stop and at once he did. Both Paul and the sub stood upright, next to each other, waiting for their next instruction. 

'On your knees both of you.'

'Yes Mistress.' came the reply from them both.

Pauls Mistress offered her hand to the sub and he gently kissed the hand of his Goddess. Then without warning, with her foot, she kicked Paul backwards. He landed awkwardly and a stab of pain cursed through his ankle. 

'Whilst this little pet has pleased me today.' She said as She looked towards the sub. 'You have pushed me to the limit of wanting to lock you away somewhere very dark. Somewhere no one will ever find you.'

'Yes Mistress.' Paul replied.

The other sub looked pleased with himself and while he had right to, Mistress spoke harshly to him.

'You may have pleased me today but do not get complacent. You could be right where he is now at the click of my fingers.'

The sub immediately lost his grin and lowered not just his eyes but his head too. Knowing that his Mistress would fulfil the threat with no further provocation.

Looking back at Paul, She commanded him back to his 'home' the place where when he was not required he would spend his time, thinking of how to please his Mistress better and how not to displease her. As he crawled towards his home his Mistress kicked him forwards and told him to hurry it up. As he arrived, he crawled forwards and once inside he heard the click which meant the metal crate was once again his to inhabit.

He Shouldn't Have, But He Did!



He shouldn't have but he did!

My name is Eleanor, I am almost nineteen, just married 2 months ago, I know I'm young to be married at this age, but I am a romantic, we live in our small house in a street seemingly full of misfits and criminal type people and druggies, so my door is permanently locked, I made my new husband who is 22 fix new locks, dead bolts, chains, locks on all the windows and a good quality burglar alarm.

So when I lock up on a night or whenever, I am truly locked up!

I do like the house apart from the entrance, it is large with a glass topped door and 2 glass side panels that are made of clear glass and are sort of semi circled that is almost impossible to fit curtains so people can see in to our hallway.

We are saving for a new house and hope to move in two or 3 months to a better area.

My husband is an electrician on building sites and has been working away from home on 5 and 6 day weeks to earn extra money, I keep myself to myself as I am a little wary of some of my neighbors.

I have met a few other wives in the street; it can't be avoided can it really, but some of them seem nice so maybe I can make friends.

Though I hasten to add I am not a snob at all, I am a bit timid when it comes to people I don't know, shy springs to mind, but when Im with my own I am the life and soul of the party.

I am nearly nineteen as I said; my hair is long, parted straight down the middle, it's naturally golden blond, tapering down my back to a point just above the small of my back.

I am 5ft and a bit tall, but I know I am pretty, I have been told that by lots of boys as I grew up and by a not inconsiderable amount of men as I grew into a young woman.

I have what you might term as perky tits, they are high up my chest, they don't start halfway down but slope gently from my shoulders, very sensitive upturned nipples, my waist is slim, my hips nicely rounded, and my bum, if it was someone else's it would be to die for! And my legs are fine.

My face is pretty, very pretty and I know from growing up how much boys wanted to kiss me, so I know I was good there, my lips seemed to attract them.

As I have grown and am growing older, I am becoming more and more aware of the power a beautiful woman can have on a man and some of the vulnerability I have too.

I can be in town and if I happen to walk behind a man I look at his bum to see if it is tight and muscular, it just comes to me naturally, and I do love a tight male bum!

I love sex of course I do, I can't get enough of it, I attack my husband as soon as he walks through the door on a Friday afternoon, and I keep him going until he goes out of the door on a Monday morning to return to work.

I haven't had a lot of sex or sexual partners due to my age, in fact I've only had 3, but believe me I am learning and catching up fast and the faster the better!

I love the sensuality of it, the seduction, the giving in, pretending to fight it, playing the helpless woman, the victim, knowing he will have his way with me no matter what I say or do.

Which all led to an incident that happened to me and is still ongoing and Im loving it, my life at the moment is heaven, I know what's happening is wrong, or morally wrong anyway, but as long as no one finds out it will continue, and really I can't see any ever knowing of my um, indiscretions?

As I said before my home is secure, we live rent free because it belongs to his dad and is one of many he owns, so nearly all my husbands wages go into the bank, and then one Wednesday in the early evening I was walking home when I was accosted by two boys who live up the street, they scared me with their comments about what they would like to do to me and were going to do.

When I got home after being followed all the way I called my husband and told him, and said I wanted him home right now to protect me and sort out these thugs.

He said he couldn't get away right then so he called his dad who owns the best delicatessen in town, is well got, well known and well connected to some odd people, and also to many high up political types and business men too, so 30 minutes later he pulled up to the front of the house, I saw him and let him in, behind him were four mountains, sorry I do mean huge men.

Dave's dad is Darrell, he is a divorcee of some years I don't know why, he lives on his own in a big house, but I know he has plenty of ladies to keep him company.

I gave him the story, he told the men to split into two's and visit each house, where they scared the living daylights out of the boys including a few slaps not only to them but their fathers, they were told in no uncertain terms what would happen if they disobeyed them

They were also told that my home was under their personal protection from now on, and any report from me would be regarded as a flout by them and they would receive a battering even if it was by someone else!

Dave's dad sent them away and he stayed with me to make sure I was okay and assured me that from now on I was better protected than a US President.

I was so glad and happy for his timely intervention.

Darrell had a cup of tea and said to me, 'right Ellie it's time I went, you are sure you will be okay?' He asked. 'Oh yes Dad and thank you so much, I really was scared, I told him.' I gave him a hug and walked with him to the door, as it was now dark I turned on the light.

'Have you got everything?' I asked him as he readied to leave. 'Yep, everything except a nice thank you kiss from my beautiful daughter,' he said and laughed. 'Well I would,' I told him, 'but the light is on and people in the street can see right through the windows.'

He reached behind me and flipped off the switch. 'Now no one can see a thing,' he tittered. 'No I don't suppose they can can they?' I replied. 'Okay come on then give your daddy a sweet kiss before I leave okay?' he murmured.

I could just make him out in the darkness so I reached up put my hands on his shoulders, our lips met, or rather mine met his, his crushed mine into a full kiss.

I sort of pulled away from him not realizing yet just what was happening, but he went with me and kissed me some more, which under different circumstances I would have happily accepted because it was a real good kiss.

I managed to break it and gasped. 'Dad what are you doing, this is naughty of you, very naughty.' I whispered to him.

That's when he leaned in and gently but firmly bit one of the tenderest of places I have, the part on top of my shoulder before it meets my neck, it always makes me quiver like jelly when it's done to me and this was no exception, I quivered like a tree in a gale.

I had backed up a little and found myself nestled against the wall now, but he still bit and moved his mouth around on me, so his teeth grated along my shoulder and neck.

I couldn't stand it, quivering wasn't the word for it, my knees were wobbling I had to hang on to him instead of trying to push him away or I think I would have buckled to my knees.

All I could do was move my head around to try to stop it, but all that did was give him the room he wanted, I know my head fell back at one time and it just added to the sensation of helplessness even more.

I remember moaning and groaning, then I felt his cock growing hard just below my tummy and pushing itself into me, this added to my confusion and growing arousal, today was Wednesday and I was already horny for sex and two days away from getting it from my husband Dave.

'Darrell please oh don't daddy please?' guttural words stumbled out of my mouth, I knew I was close to surrender, after all I do know my own body and Im sure the fact that the person working me up to a crescendo was my husbands dad only added to my growing passion. 

It felt so erotic, dangerous, naughty, bad, wanton, and so terribly sexy, my heart missed a beat, then he squeezed a nipple, I wasn't wearing a bra, so nipple playtime was easy peasy, and that's what did me in, right there right then, my right nipple switched me on, my body was open for business! 

My hands went from now just laying on his chest to slipping around his waist so I could hold onto him and prevent myself from falling down, so thereby letting his cock have its way around my life threatening pussy.

'Daddy please,' I softly whispered, 'I um er ugh, oh Jesus, oh my goodness!' I heard my voice say, but it was begging, not demanding.

I felt as if I was floating, my now hopeless body had given itself over to the moment in the semi darkness, my seduction, my wanton betrayal, it's acceptance of knowing that soon another cock was going to invade it and it happily over ruled my mind, it wasn't even arguing about it now, it wasn't up for discussion, it was telling me it's what it wanted, what it was going to get, and nothing was going to deny it.

Darrell was still suckling my neck; his fingers were busily treating my nipple to a personal birthday party, and it was getting me ready to pop!

I popped! I really did. 

He lowered me onto my sofa then, where I had floated in his arms, I seemed to be outside my body looking on, I could see myself on my back, him half over me, as he murdered my neck with his hot powerful lips, my head turned fully to one side to allow him total access.

His fingers, I couldn't see them but I felt them, I could see my arms tight around him as he guided me to the betrayal of my husband, it was his dad and I didn't care, my body was going to get cock, and I so wanted it now more than anything.

I silently thanked god then for sending those two boys to harass me.

His lips left my neck for the first time in seemingly ages and went to mine for a kiss; I met his with my own kiss, letting him know there was going to be no resistance at all now.

My clothes gradually left me, as did his; I groped for his cock and found it, rock hard, a real good size and obviously ready for some action, and now I was ready too.

I briefly thought about what I was about to do, about what was to happen in a few moments, I was about to make love to my husbands dad, or if you want to be pedantic about it, he was going to rape me, but my body didn't care now, in a court of law I would have had to defend him.

I hefted him over me got my legs in the air and over his back and pointed his beautiful prick at my sopping slit and he pushed his way in, 'Oh my God.' I said to myself, 'this is wonderful, I have a prick in me doing the business my body so desires, so needed, and so wanted, I'm in heaven.'

He started to fuck me with agonizing slowness, fully in then slowly almost fully out it drove me mad in moments, but it didn't stop me from totaling myself on an orgasm, his prick slowly surged in and out of my demanding pussy, and then I heard a voice from outside of me.

'Please daddy please do me harder, oh please now daddy fuck me please daddy please oh harder now harder daddy, hit me with your fabulous rhythm stick daddy, bang me please daddy bang your little girl, your baby make me cum again daddy!'

And he did, oh my did he ever, he powered his prick into me so hard I almost wept with it, he went on and on at me, increasing his pace and increasing his power, I was a train wreck now just waiting to happen, and happen it did, as I came to an obliterating orgasm he came too which added to my wonderful destruction.

I passed out I think, and when I opened my eyes, he was still on top of me breathing very hard, he looked down at me and smiled, I smiled back and said. 'Oh daddy that was fantastic, I have never cum like that before I know I haven't.' 'Nor me baby,' he said,' nor me.'

He turned around and checked the clock; it was 9:00pm. 'Come on,' he said, 'lets get upstairs to bed now.' 'Okay daddy yes,' I responded. He helped me up of the sofa, which was a bit of a struggle after the pounding I had just taken.

We went upstairs arm in arm, and we both shook a little such was the exertions we had just been through together.

But by the time we got there I was wanting more, I couldn't help myself, I had just been given the greatest of sex from a completely knowledgeable very knowing sexy man, who obviously I realized, knew how to fuck a woman, me and Dave were still learning about it and each other, but his dad knew all there was to know and was going to teach me a lot more than I knew.

My quivering returned with the anticipation that we were not coming to bed to sleep, well not just yet.

He turned me to him, pulled me into his arms and kissed me, his left arm went over my shoulder and down my back, his right arm went around my waist and held me tight, very tight, it was the kiss of a man who knows how to kiss, who loves to kiss and wanted to kiss, so my kiss was returned in bucket loads, I kissed him back in a way I had never kissed Dave yet, I was going to learn from a master, and Dave would reap the benefit eventually.

We parted a little and I looked down and he still had his socks on, I had to laugh, he looked down and laughed too, I pushed him backwards onto the bed and pulled them off.

Then I started kissing his feet, working my way up his hairy legs kissing and nibbling as I went, my lips tingling on his hairy thighs.

I hadn't done this with Dave but it seemed just so natural I happily made my way up his thighs to his hairy balls and cock; I got the sticky head of it in my mouth and sucked him to erection which made me beam with pride.

He had his hands in my hair and I could feel him gently guiding me on his cock so he got the maximum arousal from it along with me, I was working him up, but I was also working myself up into a real frenzy too. 

I sucked his cock like it was going to be the last time I would ever do it, and eventually he started bucking his hips, and I knew he was going to cum in a moment, I went at him with such fervour, such zeal that when he came I thought he was going to blow a hole in the back of my head, but I swallowed everything he shot out even though it was scalding me.

I stayed where I was as he relaxed his body slowly; his cock held lovingly in my mouth, I didn't want to let it out.

He pulled himself up on the bed followed gently by me, I snuggled into his arms now and rested myself with him, what we had done was something I had never experienced in that way, I felt so wonderfully overwhelmed.

We stayed that way for sometime, I knew he was 46 years old so me being not yet 19 I let him be, I wanted his cock back in me right there right then, but I wanted it fully loaded and ready to go so I forced myself to be patient.

I slid my hand down his hairy body, oh how I love a hairy man, I let fingers run through the hair as I made my way to his soft beautiful prick.

I cupped his balls, stroked his prick, ran my finger tips over the head, held it tight, wanked him a little, I rose up so I was leaning over him so I could kiss him, I felt his cock twitch, oh it was heaven, I spent a lot of time just kissing and tonguing him, while working his cock slowly up and down.

It eventually came back to life but still I didn't hurry, I waited until I knew he was ready and also waited until he told me what to do.

'Ellie get up on your knees baby,' he told me.

I readily did, I knew what was coming now, he was going to fuck me and make love to me from behind, it's my favorite position, I got up, laid my head down, grabbed the sheets and spread my knees a little and pointed my arse up into the air so I was completely open and ready for him.

He got behind me and said, 'I hope you're ready for this Ellie, because I am going to take my time with you okay baby?'

I more than happily replied, 'Oh yes daddy, Im ready, willing and hopefully able, do me daddy, do me real good, I've never wanted it more than I do now daddy I really want you so badly.'

He shoved his wonderful prick all the way into me, and just held it there, he never moved, I tried to wiggle my bum at him to encourage him to fuck and make love yo me, what I received instead was a good hard solid slap on my arse. 'Keep still,' he ordered me.

'Oooooh daddy,' I yelped, but I stayed still, I didn't want another one of those.

I didn't know until that night how hard it is to stay still when you are on your knees with a fully erect hard prick in your burning pussy.

I got several slaps that night, he told me if I came without his permission I would get a real good tanning, I hung on for grim death waiting for the word that would allow me the release I was begging him for, it really was the most horrendous fucking of my young life, he tortured me, made me squeal and beg him to let me finish.

He pushed his thumb or finger up my arse too, that added to my wonderful misery, he reached round under me, tickled my clit, squeezed and rolled my nipples, taunting me to cum, go baby, cum if you dare he demanded.

I was almost insane with the lust he had built in me.

Then he told me to cum, I was so tight with my own denial that I couldn't at first, he pulled his cock back and thudded it into me with such power and force it flattened me, and I came, it was like smashing myself on to rocks in open water, I shot juice right out of my body, I came in torrents, I exploded, I imploded, my own cum washed out of me in thin, and thick streams the bed was absolutely drenched in it.

I was laid face down on the bed, I felt as If I couldn't breathe, my body was a wreck, I was totaled like I had been in a car crash, such was my destruction, it was fabulous to feel and know such power of a man, and to understand the absolute hold it can have on a woman, I was learning fast, being taught by such a powerful man, I don't mean physical power, I'm talking about the aura, the presence, personality, it's that that can teach and hold a woman, and I was held in that place by him at this moment in time.

I've told you a little about his dad, he is a successful business man, but insisted Dave his son, my husband; make his own way in the world first before he handed over all he has to him.

He is good looking, not very tall about 5ft 10", keeps fit, but he is a man of the world, well traveled, and some of the women I have seen him with were beautiful, but he never carried on a relationship for too long.

And I know some of them were married too, but when I think back I remember wishing I could have been one of them for a while, so I suppose my seduction by him was a natural train of events.

I managed to right myself and crept into his arms where I fell asleep, I woke up in the middle of the night to find ourselves wrapped together.

In the morning we made love again, but it was a languid loving affair, I came easily, he came forcefully. 

I really felt like I was bloated with his wonderful powerful sperm, it fitted with the time and place we were, he telephoned his manageress and told he would be in later and to carry on the business.

I was on the pill so I was okay; Dave and I had decided we would not start a family until we were safely ensconced in our new home.

We got up and went and had a bath together, what a time we had in their we teased each other continually with our toes, his in my pussy, mine wrapped around his cock and balls, his fingers ruining my nipples, then we dried each other off and having more fun, until we rushed off back to bed, but fitting new bedding first.

As we settled down into a love contest, kissing, cuddling, stroking, caressing, nipping, scratching and just plain enjoying each others body, we began to talk and discuss what had happened between us, he told me he had never intended anything to happen like this. 

His mind had been turned by a friend of his who had met me, and said to him, 'Darrell, I know she is your new daughter and it's your own son, but that girl is so vital so vulnerable, I can smell it on her and she is oozing sexual messages out of her, she wants and needs sex so bad, not love, she'll get all she needs from Dave, but my friend if you don't get her I know for damn sure someone else will!'




He Shouldn't Have, But He Did!



I was suitably shocked by this revelation, I had no idea I was like that and so patently obvious about it either, it bothered me a great deal.

'Baby,' he said, 'don't knock yourself, you are not like that I know it, if I thought you were I would never go anywhere near you, you are a beautiful soft sensuous sexy gentle woman, but you need to be loved regularly and constantly, it's who you are honey, and you are worthy of nothing but the utmost respect.'

'There isn't man on this planet that would ever even think of turning you down if you wanted him,' he whispered to me.

'And I will tell you this honey, I would have you like a shot for myself if you were free, even with the age gap,' he told me.

My self esteem was on a real high now, here was this powerful man telling me, an 18 year old girl that he wanted me, my hand drifted to his cock and was more that delighted to feel it hard in my palm.

I looked into his eyes and saw nothing but truth in there, he lifted me up with ease and lowered me onto him. 'Go ahead baby enjoy your self, do it for me darling,' he said.

I did, I worked myself around on his cock, backwards and forwards, side to side, up and down, I was enthralled.

That's when he picked up his phone and dialed a number, I wondered what he was doing, I nipped his nipples in my nails and gave him a quizzical look.

Then he said into the phone, 'Hi Dave, yep it's me your dad, I've decided that Ellie should stay with me during the week and return home to you on a Friday till Monday will that be okay?'

'Ah good,' he said, 'yep I'll keep you posted, we sorted out the trouble here so that's settled, but until you start working here again she will be better off under me, yes?'

I gaped at his words "under me" he had said! Then giggled!

'Okay, I'll move her in today; she can have my bed so she will be happy and comfy,' he raised an eyebrow at me. He giggled then. 'Okay Dave, bye,' Darrell said.

I threw myself at him and kissed him so hard it hurt my lips.

He immediately threw me onto my back and fucked me with such fierceness I was almost frightened, but I knew he was not able to control himself now, his desire, his love, his need for me was more than he could bear, and he came, as I did with a roar!

Later I asked him how he felt about this, me and him, Dave was his son. I was his wife. 'It's happened,' he told me, 'I don't feel particularly happy about it, but now I know I can't help but want you.'

'Daddy,' I said, 'I feel the same, take me to your home, I will be yours for as long as you want me that's a promise, I will act as your wife, I will never say no to you.'

That night in his bed, he told me he had to fuck me in my arse, I had never done it, I had thought about it and knew I wanted to try it, but I wasn't prepared for the absolute pain, followed so soon by absolute pleasure, he was as gentle as he could be, he had lubricated me, and worked his prick in and out until he built up a head of steam that couldn't be stopped until it blew, and he did, I felt his sperm flooding my innards, and I came along with him, coming like that was as different as an orgasm could be, wonderfully shattering.

That was 7 months ago, it took longer to find the house we wanted, Darrell never made love to me after 6:00pm on a Thursday, because he said he wanted me to return home wanting to be fucked and ready for my husband.

The first weekend after we first made love I was very apprehensive about Dave coming home, but it was great, we made love all weekend, and after that it was plain sailing, I gently maneuvered Dave into making love to me like his dad, and I made love to Dave like I made love to his dad too!

After we moved into our new home Dave said he wanted to start a family and I agreed immediately, so I came off the pill, a month later me and his dad made love for the last time until I became pregnant, which took nearly 3 months. 

Now we make love as and when we can, no forced errors, no mistakes, no slip ups, its wonderful, I make love to him and Dave, I have two husbands, we intend to have 3 or 4 children and they will all be Dave's, Darrell wants to be a proper granddad.

And he is too, and my part time lover as well, like I told him once before, I will never say no to him, and I don't, I love him for what he has taught me, what he has made me, neither one can be the other to me now, and I would rather die than be unfaithful to Dave or him with another man and I get plenty of offers I assure you.

My life is just bliss.