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The Beginning Of The End

By: D_S_



What I am writing is a true story. I am writing about the first time I cheated on my wife… with my sister! To this day nobody knows – and it was the best sex I ever had. This also lead to the disintegration of my marriage but that will take sometime to explain. So let me go back to the beginning to explain.

It was a family barbeque. My wife and I were at my brothers house in the middle of summer. It was a beautiful day - hot and sweltering. It was over forty degrees Celsius and he wanted to have it at his new house - a fantastic two storey house, complete with pool and spa. What was more fantastic was the fact that I get to see my sister in law in her swimsuit. Now I should point out I love my wife and she is certainly no slouch – either in her appearance or in bed. In fact, she’s fantastic. But there is something about my sister in law (the fact she is forbidden fruit and the fact she is so fucking ripe she’s about to fall off the vine) that makes me rock hard. 

Let me describe her. Her name is Sarah. She is about 5’3” – short. Like half way up to my chest short (I’m over six feet myself). She had long blond hair and deep brown eyes. She is in her early thirties. After having a child, she put on weight and that prompted her to work out more. She works out five days a week and is all about the Aitkin’s diet. Despite constant training, she has some weight on her but it just went to all the right places – her arse and tits (she is a double D). She has bounce and curves in all the ways you could want it. To complete the package, she goes to a solarium regularly to tan up. She has this deep bronze skin. It is such a turn on. She is a total MILF and could easily do porn (we did eventually make amateur porn but that’s another story for another time).

This was the first time I’d seen her out of her business attire as she worked as an account executive at some large firm. It was awesome. She wore this very flimsy two piece where you could see everything but she tried to cover her ass and hide her stomach. I could tell she was shy about her figure because all her friends who were there (who were also hot) were leaner. And I could tell that she felt insecure about it. However, I knew that her friends were jealous of her insanely huge and all natural breasts. I’d overheard them that very day.

My wife was playing with our niece, talking to her mother and her brother catching up on current events. The rest of the guys seemed content watching the cricket, lounging in the pool or talking and drinking beers. As for me, I couldn’t help but stare at Sarah the whole day. I watched her walk by the pool. I had my sunglasses on so she couldn’t see my eyes – and so my wife could see how they wandered. The eye candy today was plentiful but none as fine as my sister. I swear I think she knew I was watching too. I watched her as her hips swayed when she walked right by me and the way she lay back on the deck chair basking in the sun and champagne. I watched those nipple pierce that thin swimsuit as she laid back, her chest slowly rising with her relaxed breathing. Her legs crossed gave me a perfect view of this muscular, yet sexy thighs and round arse. I could tell from the way she sat that her arse was tight but had enough bounce to be perfect.

The friends of the family were outside, lying on deck chairs, drinking and talking and monitoring their own kids by the pool. The female friends were also similarly gorgeous. Peer pressure is not without its own merits I might add. These women were all friends and always tried to keep up with the Joneses. So they all worked out, tried fad diets. Some even talked about plastic surgery. What more would you expect from a bunch of thirty year old women?

I had gone inside to grab a beer and to abate the dull aching in my groin. I had to relieve myself or I was going to create a scene. It was at that precise moment I saw my sister bent over poking through the fridge.

I had an instant erection. 

The swimsuit was riding the full length of her crack. Her top had half come down and in bending over I had a fantastic view of the full length of her shapely, tanned legs – ass, thighs, calves, as well as a good eyeful of her tits. 

She heard me come in and asked if I wanted a beer. She wasn’t aware how close I was, let alone just how much her swimsuit was revealing. When I replied “Definitely” she did though. She noticed me checking her out and turned beet red immediately. She immediately covered her stomach and stood up, straightening herself out before squatting to get the beer from the fridge (it was less compromising). 

I couldn’t help but tell her “Why did you cover your stomach? You know you look fine.”

She gave me a patronising look, as if to say ‘You don’t need to be nice just because we ares.’

“Thank you Michael but I know I am.”

She looked outside wistfully at her friends.

“Don’t be looking at them, you know they’d kill to have your figure.”

She sighed “I’d kill to have theirs.”

I looked at them all. All of them were very slim, all athletic and all good looking. Definitely fuckable in every conceivable way. But they just did not have the package like Sarah’s. Not even close.

“Sarah, they were just talking about how they were jealous of your tits. Shit, Jessica says she wants to get implants she’s that jealous.”

Sarah raised an eyebrow. “Oh really?” 

I grinned “Yes, really. You can go out and ask if you don’t believe me.”

Sarah then suddenly frowned. “At least she can get implants. I can’t do much without spending a fortune to get this fat removed.” 

At that moment I looked at her stomach. She had a few small rolls of stretched skin (remnants of pregnancy no doubt), some fat but very little at all. Infact, you could tell just how many crunches she does every day by looking at her abs and obliques. There was no way she could be considered by any definition fat. I’d pay top dollar to eat off that body but there was no way I was going to tell her that.

“Sarah, there is no way that any red blooded male could call you fat. You are by far, the best looking woman here.” 

She looked up at me, with a look of genuine happiness, mixed with shock.

“Apart from my wife of course.” I quickly added with a smirk.

As my eyes wandered over, I realised that my eyes were not the only one to wander. She came around the kitchen counter to hand me my beer. It was then she noticed my erection through my swimming trunks already and were wide like saucers. She was turning an even deeper shade of red – and so was I. I had a hunch I’d do this so I made sure my wife sucked me and fucked me hard before we even came here today. Yet my man was a full mast and there was no hiding it now.

She fumbled to hand me the beer. Actually I think it might have been me. I’m not going to pretend I am a regular Don Juan and cool under pressure. I must have looked like a complete dipshit. She grinned “You may want to put that on ice lover boy.” I stuttered like an idiot. “Oh shit, sorry… umm…”. Her eyes had turned back to normal but I noticed she hadn’t taken her eyes off it. She grinned even more evilly as she handed me the beer. “It’s ok Mike.” She leaned closer as if to tell me a secret. “I have seen an erection before.”

I was at a loss for words. I mumbled something about needing to go to the bathroom and promptly excused myself. I made my way to the toilet, beet in hand with the firm intention of having a solid wank to relieve myself.

Before I could close the door, Sarah was right behind me, smiling like the Cheshire Cat.

“You look like you could use a hand? Or more.”

She pushed me onto the toilet seat. She promptly took the beer off me and opened it.

She handed it back to me then locked the door behind us.

“Just how quickly do you think you can get off?” she asked. Clearly she was as concerned as I was we’d be done for sure.

I looked at her and smiled right back “As long as you want.” I wasn’t sure how to answer so being ambiguous seemed the smartest response.

“I saw the way you looked at me by the pool. I saw you stare. Jimmy hasn’t looked at me the way you do for such a long time. I’ve forgotten what it is like to be attractive. Or at least feel it. You make me feel attractive.” She quietly told me as she slid my swimming trunks off.

I took a deep swig on my beer as she grasped my cock, all seven thick inches of it. I noticed she was left handed. She had long deft fingers, perfect for typing, and painted acrylic nails. I could also see the wedding band as she stroked it softly. God that was such a turn on. Her husband could rip me a new one, my wife and mother were outside and here I was getting stroked by the one person I’ve lusted after the most and by all rights, had no business being with. 

“Jimmy works such long hours and I’m almost certain he’s cheating on me. Either with some whore or one of the girls outside. I found a condom packet inside his pants once. I also found a receipt for a hotel booking in his wallet too. I want insurance. I want to be hot. I want to be someone’s whore. I want to be your whore.”

The words tumbled out of her mouth like I was in some porno where I was the star. It was at that moment I realised that there is a God and he finally saw fit to throw me a bone.

Before I could utter a word of protest (as if I would – hah) she stuffed me into her mouth.

She spat on my cock and pumped it like a pro. Clearly she was a veteran at giving head. Having seen her husband’s porn collection I had no doubt she was trained well. It was then I realised that her self esteem was at rock bottom. Her husband had pictures of women all over the place – in the garage, on his computer, in his DVD and video collection. Between the hot friends, checking other women out he must have completely compared his wife to all these women and just eroded her self esteem to nothing. Finding the condom wrapper and the receipt was just the final nail in the coffin for her. 

It dawned on me that I could do anything I wanted with this woman. Anything. So long as I made her realized how unbelievably hot and sexy she was, as long as I could make her feel attractive, there would be no limits to what she would do for me. She would not hold back. All I had to do was make her feel special like her husband didn’t and not compare her to others.

I took a sip of my beer closed my eyes and let her suck and pump me as fast as she could.

I watched as her head bobbed up and down the full length of it, those bedroom brown eyes staring up at me as she sucked. 

I was in heaven. This was the best day of my life. All my sense of morality went out the window and all that mattered was being lost in that moment. 

I took her face in my hands and stroked her cheeks as she sucked. God she was beautiful. She was such a hot whore… my little whore. I slowly slid my hands into that luxurious head of hair and grabbed it all in one hand. With one hand holding her hair and the other positioned over the back of her head, I shoved her head right into my crotch. Her hands slid along my legs, down my calves to her breasts and she kneaded and fondled them as I rammed her head into my crotch and my dick into the back of her throat. Not once did she try to fight me. I thrust hard and fast, sharply and unmercifully. I didn’t care if I hurt her. I wanted to cum. I could tell she was trying not to gag but at the same time I knew she was turned on. I watched her masturbate through her swimsuit, her fingers deep inside her twat.

As I rammed my cock into her face and slammed away with blind and blissful lust. She was drooling over my cock, so there was no friction. I slid in and out easily as she throated it like a champ. She rubbed herself furiously – fingering herself shamelessly while her other freehand tweaked, squeezed and twisted her nipples and was moaning quietly.

I too, had to bite my lip to stifle from screaming. Especially as I came. I held her there, balls deep, as I came in her throat – in buckets it felt like. Suspended in a single moment of eternity, cum rained down her throat and not once did she buckle and gag. I’d had been with more than a few women, had plenty of sex – good sex. But none was as sweet as the forbidden taste of my sister. 

When I was done she pulled away and sucked and licked me clean. As she rose I noticed that she came too and she sucked on her fingers cleaning them, grinning at me. There I lay, on the toilet, flabbergasted and totally wiped out; with a half empty beer and my trunks not three feet from me as she fixed her hair.

“We will have to do this another time” she whispered sweetly. With that, she spun on her heels and left.

I looked at the clock. We couldn’t have gone longer than ten minutes at most. Best ten minutes of my life to date – and that was just the beginning.

The Beginning of the End



I saw Dad through my rearview mirror as I drove out of the driveway. He was standing on the porch of my childhood home waving good-bye. Ever since the summer between my junior and senior year in college, I came home only once a year during the Christmas holidays. There was no anger or resentment towards my parents at least not in the usual sense. I love my Mom and Dad. We always have a great conversations catching up with family news when I go home. For the first time in twelve years I came home to visit during the summer. The only reason that I don't visit more often is because of the 10 year affair that Dad and I had with each other. 

Neither of us wanted to hurt Mom so we agreed that it was time to end our affair because it's not like we could run away to get married to each other. Ending our romance hurt us both. After our relationship was over, being near each other was very painful because we missed our deep kisses as we made hot passionate love to each other. We had to be careful of our gazes, touches and the sexual tension whenever my mother was in the house. Hiding our romantic love from my mother was a real a strain for us. 

Dad has had to travel his entire married life because he is a founding partner with corporate law firm with branch offices in the New York, Washington D.C., Washington State, Massachusetts, Texas and California. Sometimes his trips lasted days or weeks when he was preparing for litigation or depositions. At least twice a month his work required him to stay out of town over the weekend. Unless Mom wanted to spend the weekend with Dad, I would fly or drive in from Virginia to join him. Though Dad had access to his law firm's corporate condos on his trips, he preferred that we stay in hotels to maintain our privacy. It's hard for me to believe that we voluntarily ended our relationship since we enjoyed being together so much. 

Both Dad and I love Mom very much therefore we avoided any actions that would reveal the nature of our relationship. Since I thought of him as my man I had to monitor my conversation to Mom being careful not let a slip of my tongue reveal that I knew more about Dad's activities than I should. After all, I am an only child who lives out of town. I never talked about Dad to Mom unless she brought him up. My conversations with Mom were mostly girl talk, diets, fashion, professional advancement and lately about Mom going through menopause. 

For the last nine months I have been dating a nice guy who makes me laugh named Jason. Though Jason and I are talking about getting married I had hesitated to tell Mom because I knew Dad would be hurt when she told him about the relationship. Just before I left I told Dad that Jason had asked me to marry him because I wanted him to know before he heard it from Mom. My heart broke a little when I saw the tears well up in his eyes. Dad is 51 with no desire to raise any more children. I am turning 33 this year. Like many women I want a husband, children and a home. He couldn't give me the life that I want so I had to make the hard decision to move on. I couldn't continue our relationship because there was no chance of us having a family together as well as the fact that I was tired of being the other woman. 

I had started feeling like our time together was a booty call. Of course Dad always denied that being with me was a booty call telling me loved me deeply. But you know the old saying "Hard dick tells lies." Whether he was lying or telling the truth I want children; at least two hopefully a boy and a girl. Also I want to be married to my children's father. Once again Dad said he understood as he had said each time I explained why we had to go our separate ways. He hugged me good-bye then I left my parents home - the house where I grew up.

My parents live in Savannah, as I headed back to Virginia I thought about the time I spent being Dad's girlfriend. We ended our affair 2 years ago but I think about our romance and still miss relations with him. He knew the moves my body craved. I loved his deep hard thrusts. Our favorite position was doggy style. He was able to penetrate deeply pounding me so hard with each stroke that I always thrilled with the power and dominance he exuded. I loved going camping with Dad because in the woods alone I could really let it all hang out. I could scream, "Daddy," as he made me cum. We could be as nasty as we both enjoyed. Sometimes he beat my ass before we fucked. That was my favorite. With my red buttocks smarting from my whipping my pussy pulsated as he plunged his thick member in and out of me. 

Dad loved for me spread my legs wide open with my feet pointing towards the ceiling. I remember the first time he taught me to get in the legs up and open position. 

He said, "Act as though you are pressing the ceiling with your heels so I can reach every inch of your cunt, lips, and clit." 

With my legs stretched open and held straight up I felt entirely submitted to him. When he masterfully stroked my g-spot before long I would squirt my love juices over him. He always lapped up the fluid that squirted from me saying it was his honey. I loved the way my body responded to his love making. To be honest I miss the passion and abandon that I felt with Dad for 10 years I was faithful to him he was my only lover. 

When Jason and I started dating I became aware of just how sensational Dad had been in bed. It's not that Jason isn't a good lover it is just when compared to Dad that he seemed kind of lame. Jason has lots of good characteristics. He will be a good husband and father. I can orgasm with him every time we make love but I do not get the complete satisfaction I had with Dad. 

During my visit I felt my resolve to stay away from Dad waver when I spotted the bulge in his pants. My closely held secret attraction and desire for his loving burned between my legs. Several times I almost suggested to Dad and I that he get a hotel room for us. I longed for his dominate sexual power that always satiated me so thoroughly. But I knew if we started up again that I would have to let my relationship with Jason go. 

As Dad had made clear to me in the past he believed my sex belonged to him. Once he beat me with his strap after a party that we had attended because he saw me flirting with an opposing attorney. The attorney put his hand on my back as he talked to me. Really I had no interest in the attorney other than a little fun bantering about him losing the case to Dad. The attorney took my good natured kidding in fun laughing out loud before moving on to talk to another party guest. I did not think any more about my short conversation with the attorney until later that night after we returned to our hotel room. 

As soon as we entered the suite and closed the door behind us Dad accused me of flirting with another man letting the man touch bare back. That was the first time that Dad let me know that I was his woman and he would not tolerate any disrespect of his position as my man. If I had not been talking to the attorney I believe that he would have used another reason to introduce me to respecting his alpha role over me along with the consequences of failing to do so. After all he had packed his strap in his suitcase. He demanded that I take a shower wash my hair then come to him naked into the bedroom. After taking my shower I walked into the bedroom barefoot naked with my just washed wet hair hanging about my shoulders. 

Dad said, "Come here to me."

I walked over to where he was sitting on the bed. He reached up slipped his arm around my waist pulling me over his lap. He started rubbing my buttocks as I lay across his lap. 

"What were you talking to my opposing attorney about?" 

"Nothing special Daddy. I was teasing him about losing the case to you."

"It didn't look like that to me. You were flirting with him. I saw him touch your back when he talked to you."

"Oh Daddy, he didn't mean anything. You know that my dress had a low cut back. We were just kidding each other. There was nothing more than that."

"Maybe for you. But I know men. Your flirting encouraged him to pursue you giving him the impression that you might be interested in him. The seed was planted in his mind that you might be available. He's going to be after you until to make it clear that you're not interested. I'm telling you right now, your body belongs to me. No man has a right to put his hands on you except me. I don't ever want you to permit another man to be that close to you again. Do you understand me? I'm going to be sure that you understand what I'm saying."

Just then the first of many strikes landed on my buttocks. His black leather strap was 18 inches long and half inch thick. He whipped me until I cried more from embarrassment for receiving an over the knee whipping than for the pain of the strikes of his strap. Don't get me wrong my buttocks were sore from that first beating.

"I won't let any man touch me again Daddy. I'll obey you. I promise"

Dad was pleased at how easily he had been able to get my assent giving him power over me. He told me to go look in his suitcase and bring the cream to him. He pulled me over his lap again applying some cream to my behind. After finishing the cream application to my behind he took me in his arms and made slow passionate love to me. Dad took advantage of the opportunity to show me the kinky side of his nature. Somehow he recognized that I was a submissive woman with an unrealized aspect of my sexuality to be released. I had no idea that I would enjoy a D/s relationship. Dad had sensed that I would enjoy occasional spankings.

I knew Dad would never permit me to be with him if I was sleeping with Jason. Talk about double standards, Dad never stopped having relations with Mom during our affair.

The summer after my junior year in college, I went home to Savannah to work as an intern in Dad's office. Some of the young unmarried attorneys in his firm flirted with me. Besides being a good catch because I was the boss's daughter they also found me attractive. The pretty young woman with dark brown hair along with light brown eyes with the great figure that they imagined might be a good lay. I'm 5'6" I ran then and as I do now every morning to maintain my weight at 115 pounds. My measurements were bust 33", waist 22" and hips 34.

Mom had to attend a professional development program to get her next promotion. She was the regional nursing director of a large medical practice with doctor's offices that spanned from Virginia to Florida. The summer training required her to stay in Maryland for 6 weeks. The program was fast paced. Mom was nervous about passing all the exams to get her certifications. Her mind was on doing well in her classes not on me and Dad. 

Dad took pride in me. His delight in me was very apparent to me and his employees. Each morning Dad and I rode to work together. We drank our coffee, talked about Dad's work and my career plans. His cases and clients were challenging but well worth his time and attention since their work provided him with a very lucrative income. I talked to him about my desire to be a lobbyist after I graduated. He made a few calls to clients to get me some interviews with some of the firms in DC. I felt so happy because I had money, was doing well in school and Dad complemented me on my work. I really proud of my Dad and enjoyed the opportunity to have his attention while Mom was in Maryland.

At the office I worked as his gofer, rode back and forth to work with him and had the evenings with him all summer. Our evenings together started out innocently enough. I had always been a real daddy's girl. All of my life I had sat on my father's lap hugging him or curled up with him on the couch as we watched movies together. On the first Monday movie night we took our usual positions on the couch. I was cuddled up with Dad on the couch as we watched a good horror video. Every time a scary part came on we screamed holding each other tight. Mutual desire started to grow as we lay on the couch during movie night. We were lying on the couch with my behind up against his crotch. Dad's manhood became stimulated as we collided against each other at first inadvertently during the scary parts of the movie. I was aware of his body behind me with his arms were around my waist. I sensed the rhythm of his breathing. When he squeezed me I loved feeling his strength and power. I thought about how lucky Mom was to be his wife. I began feeling a little jealous of her. Dad perceived my sexuality and feminine appeal for the first time causing his body to respond with an expanding bulge in his pants. Maybe if we had not had any more movie nights or I had spent the evenings with my friends, we could have avoided any further escalation of our desires.

But instead of going out with friends on the following Tuesday night I chose to stay home with Dad again. After I told him that I was not going out for the evening, he prepared a wonderful dinner for me. He had my favorite food of grilled salmon and asparagus with hollandaise sauce. Though I was only 20 Dad let me share a bottle of wine with him since I would be 21 in a month. I felt warm, relaxed but my feet hurt from wearing heels all day. Dad offered to rub my sore feet. Slowly he massaged my foot then not only my feet but my legs too. My head felt a little giddy from the two glasses of wine that I drank. I let my guard down because Dad's touches aroused sexual desire in me. My legs drifted apart as he massaged me.

At first I know he was just trying to ease the pain in my feet. However propinquity, wine and spending so much time together alone provided the opportunity for lust driven self indulgence. I could have stopped him or he could have chosen to stop. Neither of us chose the stopping option. The longer his hands applied steady pressure over my feet, legs, thighs then inner thighs the more I wanted him to do more than give me a foot massage. His hands traveled up the inside of my thighs massaging them. I acceded to having his hands proceed to a more intimate place between my inner thighs. Then his hand accidentally on purpose brushed over my crotch as he rubbed the upper portion of my thighs sending a shiver of delight up my back. He tested what my reaction would be by pushing my legs further apart touching my mons on the outside of my panties. I gasped taking a deep breath when I realized that I had been holding my breath. 

I had on a one piece romper short suit. I smiled voicing encouraging words of delight indicating that I welcomed his advances and caressing. In fact the heat between my legs rose. I took a step that eliminated any doubt that he may have had as to whether or not I wanted him too. Boldly I pulled my shorts and panties to the side giving him access to look at and touch my slit. The wine that we drank provided the excuse that we could tell each other for why we had crossed the line with one another. Regardless of any excuses that we might make up both of us knew that the fervent lust for the other's touch had developed between us driving our need to proceed with taboo acts of passion.

He leaned down holding my lips apart just then the breeze from the air conditioner vent blew across my bikini area sending a shiver of pleasure through my body. Dad held my lips open first kissing then lightly flicking my clit. I arched my back raising hips so that he could stimulate my sex even more. When he stuck his tongue inside me I moaned with pleasure. Each new touch felt better than the one before. His hands and lips were talented. He kissed, licked, flicked, blew and tongued my opening. My orgasm came quickly. The zipper opened down the front of my one piece romper. Dad sat up unzipped my romper taking my breasts in his mouth alternating between sucking and kissing them. Ooooo it was so good. I wanted to feel him inside of me. He slipped my romper and panties off. 

Dad stood up looking down at my body the sight of me lying with my legs wide open begging him to fuck me solidified his decision to proceed. It was apparent to him and me that I wanted him so badly. The lustful fire in his eyes said that he wanted the same. He took off his clothes putting his knees between my legs pushing them further apart. My slit was dripping wet. He held his thick member in his hand rubbing it back and forth across my slit. I raised my hips as he came close to my opening letting the tip of his head slide in slightly. Then he held my canal open so that he could enter all the way inside me. 

That's when I knew what it was like to be totally fucked. He filled me with his ample girth. His strokes were hard and deep exactly the way I like it but I had not known it could feel like that until I experienced the things he taught me. The pleasure was so intense I shouted obscenities with joy. Our motions worked in unison towards our goal of satisfying each other. The movements became synchronized giving us mutual sexual thrills. I had cum twice but as we climbed towards ecstasy together we climaxed simultaneously.

We fucked every day that he was in town except for the days of my period. On the period days our kisses and passion rose to a crescendo. I sucked and licked Dad at every opportunity both at home and in the office I loved having his cock in my mouth. I felt so intimate with him when I swallowed his precum and cum. 

After our short recess we resumed our love making. Sometimes in the throes of passion he called me a cumslut and he was right. I threw my legs or mouth open any time he or I wanted to have sex. My entire summer other than work was devoted to Dad. One of the weekends during the summer Dad had to go to Maryland to attend a spouses' weekend with Mom. When he flew home on Sunday night I picked him up from the airport. Because his SUV had tinted window, we were able to satisfy our hungry for each other. We couldn't wait until we got home so we fucked on the back seat without being seen. I was angry that he had been with another woman even if the other woman was my mother. Nevertheless I wanted him so badly my anger could not make me say no to sex before we left the parking lot. We climaxed together completely spent from our vigorous activity. My youth gave me a strong libido that wanted the sexual satisfaction that only Dad could give me. 

But those memories are behind me now. The relationship that I had with Dad is over because I want children and marriage. Not because my feelings have changed or gone away. As I leave for Virginia, my thoughts of the past gave way to thinking about my wedding. I am excited about trying to get pregnant as soon as Jason and I getting married. Thankfully Jason wants 2 or more children. He's 37 and wants to have enough energy to participate in our children's activities so he is ready to be a father as soon as possible. 

Suddenly my mobile phone rang bringing me back to the present. My phone had a Bluetooth connection. I was able to answer without taking my eyes off the road. The on ramp to get on I-95 was only 10 minutes away. 

"Hello."

"Hi Nugget."

"Hi Dad, I'm not on the highway yet. I stopped by Emma's for a few minutes."

"I know I see your car up ahead of me. We need to talk. You shouldn't marry Jason. I don't have to tell you why."

"He's a good man. He'll be a good provider and he wants to have children. You know how much I want some kids."

"Pull into that parking lot of the diner on the corner so that we can have a cup of coffee and talk."

"We have talked and talked about our situation over and over without being able to come up with any solutions. You wanted things to remain the same. I had to make the changes that I needed to make so that I can have the kind of future I've dreamed of.

"I can't go on like this. Seeing you being close to you this week without being able to touch you, love you or hear your voice whispering in my ear is more than I can bear. I can't stand the thought of you having that bastard between your legs."




The Beginning of the End



"Dad you know it's for the best. It solves our problem. You and Mom have your marriage. Jason will give me the children that I want and I will be a good wife to him."

"Pull over to the restaurant on the next corner we need to talk."

"OK I'll talk but we can't talk in that restaurant someone might over hear our conversation."

"I've got an idea. I rent a suite in the hotel over on Memorial Drive that I use to get away for a few hours without leaving town. We can go there go to talk. Hear me out. It will be less than an hour. Give me a chance we'll talk - just talk I promise."

"OK, just a few minutes - we'll talk. Then I'll get on the road to get back to Virginia."

"Go to suite 253 on the 2nd floor. I'll be there when you get there."

Against my better judgment I headed to the hotel. I had wanted to get physical with Dad every day of my visit. Over the course of my seven day visit I had been able to resist the temptation to arrange a rendezvous with him. But here I was going to meet Dad in a hotel room. Honestly, my head wanted to hear what he had to say but body wanted to ride him. I pulled into parking lot, parked my car and walked into the lobby. Looking for an elevator sign I located it following in the direction it pointed. After a short elevator ride I got off on the second floor and walked to Dad's suite. My heart was beating very fast as I knocked on the door.

Dad opened the door saying, "Come in Christie."

"I can only stay for a few minutes because I want to get on the road."

"Nugget, I know have a seat so that we can talk."

He directed me to the dining table. I sat down at the table. He sat across table looking into my eyes as he talked.

"You know how much I love you."

"Yes, I know you do. But that's not the point. I have a right to have the life I want with children and a husband of my own. I want to whole dream complete with husband, kids and home. I want to take my children to the park, go to PTA meetings and walk down the street with my husband and kids without any whispers or feeling of shame. That's not too much to ask." 

"You're right honey that's not too much to ask."

"I can't have that kind of life with you without hurting Mom. I'm not willing to do that. It was wrong of us to carry on for 10 years. For a while I thought it was all right for us to be together as long as we kept our relationship a secret. That we weren't hurting anyone if Mom didn't find out but guess what Dad I'm hurting myself and the future life that I want."

He interrupted me saying, "I know how you feel. Oh baby. I have something to tell you that I should have told you a long time ago."

I felt afraid because he looked so strained and pale as he talked. I had no idea what he was going to tell me. 

"Ann is not your biological mother."

"I don't believe you. What do you mean? How could you keep this from me?"

"Hear my out. When she agreed to raise you as her own child I promised that I would never tell you that she was not your biological mother. It doesn't change how I feel about her or you or our life as you were growing up. Really it should not change the way you feel about Ann either. I'm telling you this now because Ann asked me for a divorce last year. I convinced her not to give up on our marriage. But time has not changed her mind. She says she wants to move to Africa to teach best nursing practices - where she can make a difference. She wants to lead a different kind of life."

"Who is my mother and where is she?"

"Your mother died in childbirth having you. Ann was a nurse in the hospital where your mother died. She helped me get through the shock of losing her. Your birth mother and I were both young. Her name was Christie Chester she only 18 years old when you were born. I named you after her."

"Why did you keep it a secret all these years?"

"I promised Ann that I would not tell you. Everything is changing now. She plans to leave for Africa on Friday. The thought of telling you that she was leaving was breaking her heart. She released me from my promise saying that I could tell you about your birth mother. We both know that we were wrong to keep the secret from you that you had a right to know."

I sat there feeling stunned. The news that I received was not at all what I had expected Dad to tell me when he asked to talk. As I looked around the suite I realized that Dad lives in the suite. There is a picture of me as well as other personal objects on the desk.

"Ann is leaving and she won't be coming back. The second reason that I told you about Ann is because last week a private investigator contacted me to tell you about your birthmother's great aunt's death. Your great, great aunt lived to be nearly 100 years old she left her estate to you because you are her only living relative."

All this shocking news coming at one time was more than I could take in.

"Why are you telling me this now?

"You have to sign the papers to receive your inheritance. When you read the papers you would find about your birthmother. I know it's a lot to take in."

"How much will I inherit?"

"Around 3 million dollars plus some real estate."

I was hurt that he had kept secrets from me. In addition I was shocked, and angry as well as being intrigued simultaneously.

"Are you sure Mom is not leaving because she found out about us?"

"I'm sure she has no idea about us. She is leaving because she wants the fulfillment she expects to get from working for an NGO that helps needy people receive lifesaving medical services. She told me in Africa she can make a real difference. You've grown up, she and I grew apart not because of you and I but because we each developed other interests. 

She is 11 years older than me. When you were born I was in college. Ann was already working her career. The moment she saw you she fell in love with you. We started dating, lived together for a while then we got married. She put me through law school supporting both you and I. Ann never thought of what she did as a sacrifice. She could not have children; raising you as her own gave her an opportunity to be a mother. But now she is ready to take on another nurturing role. In Africa she will not know about our life together. Maybe someday we could tell her about us. It's time for Ann and me to move on our separate ways. She supported me now I'm in a position to financially support her and her cause. That brings me to you and me. The main reason we could not be together was because we did not want to hurt Ann now that she will be out of the picture, everything is different. There is nothing standing between us."

It had been a while since I had said anything. 

I said, "Except society. I can't talk about us right now I need to have time to let this sink in. Can I lie down for a few minutes, I'm feeling light headed."

"Sure the bedroom is over there go lay down. I'll get you something to drink. What would you like? I have some white wine, scotch, beer or soft drinks."

"Do you have any bottled water?"

"Yes, I'll bring it to you."

I lay down across the bed to collect my thoughts and get some relief from my throbbing headache. Dad brought me bottled water joining me on the bed. He took me in his arms. We lay on the bed together and I drifted off to sleep wrapped in his arms. There was no real hurry for me to get back to work because I was on vacation. The only reason I left my parents home was because of the way that I felt about Dad. When I woke up it was dark outside. Dad was sleeping next to me. My stirring woke him up.

He gave me a deep full tongue kiss which I accepted and returned. As usual I melted in his embrace. The familiar desire that we created together ignited as though no time had passed between us. I knew the way to arouse him as he knew the way to get my passions flowing. Before I knew it he was penetrating me from behind in our favorite doggy style position. Those powerful deep strokes that I craved filled me with untold pleasure. I trembled with pleasure as I raised my behind in the air to meet his strokes. Each time his penis entered me the sensation radiated through my body. 

When he slipped his hand in the front to rub my clit as he delivered those masterful strokes inside my sex I submitted being receptive each time he entered me. My vaginal muscles milked his phallus with each stroke. The climax came suddenly with me squirting liquid over his cock. His orgasm came as soon as he felt mine. Both of us were satiated curled up together. The sense of being his woman with him being my man returned as if it had never left. In truth I'm sure the feeling had never left him either. I had accepted that I could not be with the man I love. 

"What about children? You know that I want at least two."

"Have as many as you want, honey. I did not think I could give you what you wanted because of the circumstances. I said that I did not want to raise any more kids but I would love for us to have children. Are you ready to get started now?" He winked at me.

I could not believe all the good news that I got today. I never thought I could have babies with the man I love and not hurt my mother. Then Jason came back to my mind. I knew that I had to break off our relationship. I'll tell him as gently as I can.

Just then his thick middle finger slipped into me. I can't think of anything else right now.



The Beginning Of The End Ch. 02



I must continue my story from where I left off. My sister, Sarah, had just given me the best blowjob of my life. To paint the picture, Sarah is a gorgeous, five foot three thirty year old toned athletic blond with huge tits (double D) and an arse that is as round as a balloon. She had just blown me in the bathroom of my brother in law's house at a barbeque with both our spouses outside, barely twenty feet away. We were both married, had just technically cheated on our spouses and not for a second did I feel any remorse. Given I had never cheated before in my life, I was amazed at how little guilt I truly felt.

In fact, I felt wonderful.

I went back to the barbeque as if nothing had happened. I sat back by the pool, drank my beer, chatted to my wife and flirted with her. The rest of the day seemed to fly by as I could not again take my eyes of Sarah. Thank God for my sunglasses.

All I could think of was hitting that ass like there was no tomorrow. I slammed my wife when I got home for three hours straight. The entire time I envisioned that she was Sarah. After we collapsed she exclaimed how she had not been fucked so hard in ages. I felt so empty, using my wife as mere vessel for my pleasure yet I didn't care. All I could think of was that tanned arse and those perfect, naturally large tits and fucking her until she screamed. My sister, not my wife I mean.

The next week flew by uneventfully, until I received an email from her.

"Jimmy is on a business trip to Brisbane for the next two weeks as of tomorrow. Wondering if you can come over tomorrow?"

I would be working then, but I knew I would have a few hours before work. I knew I could tell my wife I would be at gym and she'd be none the wiser. 

I replied instantly "I'll be there at 12."

I made sure I was in regular tracksuit gear. My plan was to go to gym on my lunch break so my clothes would least smell like I had gone training. I told my wife I would be out training and back late (I would work on weekends as required as part of my job).

I drove around to Sarah's place. Knowing that nobody would be home I felt fantastic that I would be fucking her stupid. Just anticipation alone wound me up. I had an erection so huge I felt like I was going to nut in my pants, just driving up.

I eventually got there and she answered the door - in jean shorts, a tight t-shirt and three inch lace up heels. I noticed she had dull brown-red lipstick on to match her eyes. Her eyes lit up with excitement as she opened the door. I could tell she was dressed just to tease me. Those shorts hugged her tight arse as did the shirt hug those huge breasts. The heels were the icing on the cake – the laces wrapping around those sensuous calves and forcing the muscles to flex. God I wanted to bend her over the kitchen bench then and there.

"Hello Michael." She grinned as I walked in. I walked in quickly and she shut and locked the door behind me.

She grinned even more. I grinned. It was perfect. 

I pushed her against the wall. My hands slid over her body – along her bare legs, up those jeans, under her t-shirt and rested on that perky ass. I squeezed it tightly and pulled her into me. Those bedroom eyes of hers looked up into mine imploringly, begging me to take her to a place she had not been. My lips locked onto hers. Our mouths parted and tongues danced together. I closed my eyes and savored the moment, lost in the taste and smell of her. She smelled like jasmine in full bloom. Good god, she tasted so sweet, like strawberries and champagne. Her arms wrapped around me and her hands grasped my ass. It was then I was truly grateful for all those endless sets of squats I did at gym that made my ass feel like iron. She gently pulled me into her deeper and her hands slid up my shirt and over my back. My hands slid deeper under her t-shirt and it was then I noticed she had no bra on. 

We kissed each other passionately like we were in high school, as if we had never kissed anyone before and as if it were our last. I cannot remember the last time I felt such passion. I was rock hard ready to burst already. Lost in an eternity, lost in the moment savoring it. After an eternity, she broke away and slowly pushed me towards the living room. I tripped over the lounge room rug and fell onto the floor. 

She was on top of me in an instant.

"I was so upset I didn't get a chance to fuck you last time. Let's just cut to the chase." 

With that, she yanked my shoes off and slid my pants off as well. At the same time I rubbed her pussy through those thick jean shorts. She moaned weakly as I did so, and it was then I could feel just how wet she was. She was wet through the jeans. Oh my god this was going to be awesome!

I tore those shorts off as quickly as I could and noticed she was wearing only a flimsy orange thong. My hands were all over her tanned arse, sliding the piece of cloth off. As I did so, her hands slid around my cock, gently stroking it. Her mouth met mine and they never parted the whole time. In next to no time flat I wore nothing but the socks on my feet and she wore nothing but the three inch heels. 

Try to imagine Pamela Anderson with a wee bit more body fat, but a much larger, rounder arse and bigger tits and you had my sister. She worked out nearly ever day and was tight as. And she was guiding my cock into her sopping wet pussy. It slid in with ease. I felt her grip me tightly and her hands clench over my pecs as it went in, right to the hilt. Her eyes closed over, and we held it there for a moment – as if she could tell I was ready to explode then and there. 

My hands ran over her entirely, squeezing those large firm thighs, her round arse, sliding up further over her clit. She groaned gratefully and slowly started to pump herself on my cock. We never bothered with condoms - we were both married, she had her tubes tied after her first child and we knew we were safe. Being able to fuck someone without restraint is the best feeling in the world. Going bareback, balls deep into my sister. I could not ask for anything better. 

Her hands gripped my chest as she rode me. My hands grasped those huge tits and my fingers slid to her mouth. She sucked my fingers as my huge cock pounded her. She pushed my hands away and pinned my free hand, placing it on her arse. I was in heaven. The blowjob I had received a week earlier was nothing compared to this. She rode me like a bull. Up and down, occasionally pulsing her hips. Never grinding her pelvis. Oh god, it was perfect. The suction on my fingers, my hand gripping that arse – I was lost in the sensations.

My fingers slid from her mouth and my other hand gripped her other cheek, spreading them apart and I bucked my hips to match her motions – fucking her as hard as I could. She nearly collapsed on top of me – moaning loading and grunting.

"Fuck yes, Michael. Fuck me. Fuck me hard!" I was more than happy to oblige her. I pumped her harder and harder. She began to moan louder and louder. My wet finger slid to her puckered arsehole. Wet with her saliva and her own juices, I slid in effortlessly. Her eyes rolled over and her head rocked back. Her chest heaved and back arched. Her hips bucking so that her arsehole pushed deep into my finger.

"Ohhh yes! Fuck that feels SO good! MMMMMmmmm!"

I fucked her harder, squeezed her arse harder and pumped faster. My finger worked harder, digging deeper into her arse and they too, pumped harder. I then slid my finger out and stuffed two fingers into her mouth, including the one I just stuffed inside her poopchute.

She sucked on them both without hesitation, cleaning them both and greasing them up for another jab. My free hand slid over her huge, gleaming breasts and twisted her nipple as she bounced. She screamed loudly in pain and pleasure – my fingers being the only thing from alerting the neighbours to our infidelity.

She bucked even more furiously, her hips gyrating faster. I slid my fingers from her wet mouth and slid them into her arsehole. My other hand spread those cheeks to pave the way for her to be penetrated twice as hard. She pushed back into it, gasping loudly.

"AHHHhhhhrgghh" she grunted. "Fuck my arse.... That's it... fuck it!" she grunted loudly.

My fingers worked her arse and I squeezed, tweaked, kneaded and groped her all over. I felt her arsehole and pussy clench up as she came. Her fingernails sank into my chest and she screamed, those acrylic nails biting deep.

"AHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhh FUCK! GOD DAMMIT ARRGGGHHHH!" Her screams so loud I felt for sure the neighbours would hear, if not her daughter – four blocks over at a friends place.

She bucked as I grinned, grinding her arse into my fingers and cock. I rolled her over, pinning her hands with one hand, force feeding her my dirty fingers into her mouth. She looked up at me, smiled and sucked the shit right from my fingers. She opened her mouth to meet mine. I kissed her right away. Something felt so primal and sexy about fucking her in such a filthy manner. 

My fingers now cleaned, pinned both her arms. Those tanned legs wrapped around me and my mouth descended over her ears, her neck down to those nipples. I licked them gently, my tongue dancing over those areolas. Those nipples stiffed immediately, and my teeth gently clenched them, biting gently. She sighed and shifting underneath me – my cock stuffing her full, hitting her all the way. 

"Unnnghhh. That's it, UNNGGHH! YEAH" she grunted. 

Since she left welts on my chest from my nails I felt it was only fitting to leave my mark on her. I bit her tit. Hard. 

"UNNGGHHH FUCK!!" She screamed. My free hand ran the length of her thigh and squeezed her arse and slapped it hard. 

"FUCK YOU WHORE!" I shouted. I lost my mind. I didn't care about my wife. I didn't care about the neighbours. I cared only about fucking this woman in every degrading manner possible and making her come back for more. "YOU WANT TO BE TREATED LIKE A WHORE WELL FUCKING HELL, I WILL."

With that I pinned both her hands down. Her legs wrapped around me deeper and I fucked her harder. She started to scream loudly. I was totally lost in the heat of passion, I sank my teeth deep into her neck hard, like a vampire. I tasted blood on my lips. She just screamed louder. 

"GOD FUCKING DAMMIT! ARRRGGHHH OH GOD YEAAAAHHH!! AHHHHHHH!!"

I could feel her body quiver and cum as she screamed time and time again. My hands working over her body, my teeth biting her and she was paralysed to touch me or react to my overtures.

"JESUS CHRIST MIKE! FUCK YES!" she begged and screamed.

I held her there for a minute, gently rocking back and forth after she came. I let go over her hands and they immediately wrapped around me and she kissed me passionately. I broke away from her and rolled her over to her kness. She knew I wanted to fuck her doggy style. And like an obedient house wife, she obeyed, bending over and thrusting that round brown arse at me. My hands slid over those cheeks. I spread them wide and thrust my tongue out, guiding it over her – from hole to hole. I tongued her arsehole, slapped her arse, fingering her pussy and teasing her clit gently. She grunted and groaned softlty. I squeezed that arse as hard as I could and stuck my tongue deep into her arse, savoring the taste. I loved it, feeling her squirm underneath me and moan joyfully. 

I could tell she was thoroughly enjoying this but wanted more than my tongue inside her. I pulled away and gently slid my cock right into her wet, throbbing pussy.

Seeing her arse cheeks pressed right up against me, seeing her body in such a vulnerable state and feeling that pussy grip my cock was too much. I knew I would not be lasting long like this.

My hands grabbed two handfuls of her hair – one in each hand. Like ponytails. Gripping tightly I began to fuck her and yanking back hard. She screamed even louder than before if that was at all possible.

"Jesus CHRIST!! AHHH! OH GOD YES! FUCK ME AHHhhh!"

I pumped her hard. I thought of all the repressed sexual misdeeds that lay buried inside me and thought of pouring them all into this slut infront of me and felt exhilarated. Empowered. Godlike. Powerful. I pumped away. Slowly and steadily, dragging this out as long as I could.

"Moan for me, whore." I commanded.

One hand took a hold of the other handful of hair and jerked her head. My new free hand slapped her arse as hard as I could, leaving a red welt as I fucked her and pumped away. I kept slapping and fucking and could not stop. I forgot about cumming and was focused on punishing this woman and making her feel pain and pleasure in ways she had never felt, to degrees of which she had never known. Her arse was red raw with the slapping and she obeyed my commands and moaned louder. I looked at our reflection in the television (even though it was turned off) and felt powerful. I looked like a Greek god, dominating this feminine mortal beauty. I felt the part as well.

I began to speed it up. I fucked with the fury I had never known, with a lust beyond what I had conceived possible. I had tapped into a primal lust beyond anything I had known. Right or wrong, it felt fantastic and I never wanted it to end. I knew then that I would do anything, time and time again, to reclaim this sensation – no matter the cost. I was truly a slave to my passions.

My hand slid from her arse to those huge tits beneath, twisting those nipples until she screamed so loud I thought she was in genuine pain. I actually slowed for a second, slamming deeper and harder into her – worried I hurt her. But she sensed my hesitation and kept screaming.

"OHHHH YOU MOTHER FUCKER – KEEP FUCKING YES! YES! YES! YES!"

She kept pushing into me, cumming again and again. Smiling that she was savoring this as much as I, took this as inspiration to continue with the pain. I jerked her head and she gasped for air as her head reeled. I held her there for a second and stopped. I pulled my cock from her pussy and slid it along her crack over her arse. I teased her arsehole with it. I noticed then she slid her hands back, grabbed my cock and stuffed it into her hole full force. It slid in effortlessly. 

Her arsehole was everything I envisioned it to be. Tighter, warmer, moister. She exhaled deeply and sighed. I licked and kissed her back and neck, gently biting and nibbling her ears.

"Ahhhh.... Now Michael. Please cum in my arse."

Still grasping her hair and my hand now gently caressing those arse cheeks and lower back I began to slowly pump away. If this was to be my last time fucking this woman, I wanted it to be something I would remember for eternity. I spread those cheeks further apart as I speared her, pumping harder and faster. She kept gasping and began to play with her clit. I felt those fingers touch and flicker my balls as she touched herself. 

This was by far, the best fuck of my life. 

My hands ran over her thighs and arse, slapping and stroking as I grunted and pumped. I didn't want this moment to end but I knew it would soon. I felt the pressure rising inside me and tried to hold off on that moment as long as possible. But this was too perfect and no amount of willpower or discipline could contain the passion inside me. Sarah must have sensed it too. She stopped playing with herself and grasped both her arsecheeks and spread them as wide apart as possible. 

She sighed gently and whispered "Cum inside me Michael. That's it gorgeous. Right inside."

Needing no further invitation, I screamed,

"ARRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" 

I climaxed like a nuclear explosion, my cock and balls erupting deep inside her, emptying their load. I jerked on her head as I came, screaming loudly. She gasped just loud as I blew deep inside her. 

I held her by her hair there for a few minutes as I came back down to earth. I took a look at her. She was smiling! She had blood from the marks in her neck, I had blood on my chest from her nails. Jeez, this was going to be hard to explain – if I could. But for some reason we didn't care. Judging from the look on her face I knew this was the most sexually intense encounter she had ever had, much like myself.

I knew we would be back for more and we would do anything to conceal our misdeeds. I was not ashamed, I was not feeling guilty. I felt drunk with ecstasy – and I wanted more.

I licked the blood from her neck and she licked the blood from my chest. She then went down on me, never taking her eyes off mine. She sucked my cock so that it was perfectly clean of all her juices.

She sat up and we kissed each other for the longest time. My hands groping that intense arse and hers caressing my back and my arse. Just kissing her felt as intense as our fucking. I'm not sure why but our chemistry was so intense.

Despite blowing my load already, I felt my cock stir yet again. She did too and grasped it knowingly, gently stroking and pulling on it. 

I was going to be so late for work. :) 



The Beginning Of The End Ch. 03



Somehow I got to work only a few minutes late. I had fucked her another two times before going to work. I fucked her on the dining table and in the kitchen as well as in her husband's chair, all up for nearly two and a half hours. Jesus Christ I was spent. Now for those of you new to this, you will need to read my other stories about Sarah to catch up.

To paint the picture – Sarah is the neglected housewife of my brother. Five foot three, blond hair, brown eyes, tanned, early thirties, huge tits – like the way you think of God as big – all natural. She had the most perfectly round arse, made for pushing and punishing. She was voluptuous, hot but more importantly – horny as hell for my cock. The best part, we were both cheating on our partners and didn't care. I don't know why. Perhaps it was the fact we were keeping it in the family? 

That's not the point really. 

The point is, we knew we could trust each other. Well, I mean despite the fact we were cheating, we could trust in the fact we hadn't fucked around before and could do anything we wanted with each other. At least that seemed to be the unspoken agreement between us. I knew she has her tubes tied long ago and couldn't get pregnant and I had been married to her sister barely a year. 

Just so you know, blowing your load deep inside an incredibly hot woman, is the best feeling on this earth. Using a condom takes away not only the sensation but the feeling of unbridled gratification. Throwing in the lust and thrill of cheating, well I can't describe it! But it is the hottest feeling and greatest orgasm I have ever felt. I understand now why cheaters feel the way they do and become repeat offenders. Once a cheater, always a cheater they say. God only knows I am converted.

Anyway, back to the story. Being outside of regular business hours, my brief absence was not missed. I worked in a two-storey office building with hardly anyone but security personnel in the building. I basically had free run of the place and could get away with murder just about. I was going to as well this day too.

I was surprised when I got an call from her at work.

"Heya." She laughed when I answered. "Hi." I smiled. "What are you doing later tonight?" "Well I'm here most of the night and then I'm gonna go to gym on my lunch break then go home." She paused for a moment before asking. "Mind if I come up to see you at work?"

Fuck no.

"Be here at 10." I said. "See you then".

The hours could not fly fast enough to satisfy me until she arrived. My lunch break and gym session came and went. I went down for a break at 10pm and saw her waiting outside. There she was, wearing the same outfit – the three inch heels, denim shorts and tight white t-shirt. I could tell she had no bra on because her tits were pressed against that bodytight fabric and her tall nipples were erect, standing out in the cold. Her long blond hair was tied up into a long ponytail. She smiled at me when I got there.

"Heya stud." She grinned. I smiled back. I managed to sneak her in past security thankfully. As always, I could rely on them to be watching television as opposed to the closed circuit TVs they were meant to be monitoring. 

I ushered her in ahead of me. I watched as she walked, her hips swaying as she walked up those stairs to my office. Those calves pressed in those tight heels and arsecheeks hanging out of those shorts, marginally contained. I am sure I was drooling as she walked. My cock stiffened in my pants just watching her.

My office was a sealed area. Only cleared personnel could get in. Even the cleaners and security personnel couldn't get in without someone from my department (or security manager) letting them in.

I shut the door behind me. Her hand was on my cock right away. 

"So where is your desk big boy?"

I was flabberghasted. I could tell right away, her being here – her tone and manner. She was wanting to be in control this time.

God damn, I was going to enjoy this.

I lead her over to my desk. She pushed me down into my chair. I think she had a thing for chairs. Then again, I think it was more of a control thing.

She undid my jeans slowly. Her eyes fixed on mine the whole time - those big round brown bed room eyes.

Without even looking down, she managed to unzip my jeans slowly, and wriggle them down. She even pulled down my boxers. My erect cock snapped out. She looked down then and smiled, lowering her mouth down to take it in. Once it was inside her mouth, she closed her eyes, moaning softly. My body completely relaxed as she took it right in. Her eyes opened, locked back on mine and she began to suck.

She pulled away and spat on my cock, lubing it up a bit. Her hands pumped away at it, spreading the saliva all over, her mouth sucking my balls and licking them gently. Her eyes never once wavered from mine. It just got me more excited.

She lifted her t-shirt up at this point and those huge globes fell. Her head descended to my cock again, this time her hands twisting her nipples as she bobbled. My hands clenched the supports of my chair. She twisted and tweaked and jerked her nipples furiously as she bobbed up and down on my cock. 

She then stopped sucking to jerk on my cock and suck her fingers, her eyes smiling for her. Lowering her head again she then stuck her fingers deep inside my arsehole. I was so relaxed I was taken off guard, but I didn't fight it. Damn it felt good.

Her head worked furiously. Her fingers slipped deeper into my arse and then she hit something. Dear fucking Christ. You haven't had a blowjob until you've had your prostate worked. She knew exactly what she was doing too. I've never had anything like it since except at her magic fucking hands and every blowjob since has paled in comparison to hers.

I was so worked up already. She was so hot and all the fucking earlier today and my gym session didn't change much. She leaned back, her mouth open as her hand pumped away. Her other hand worked my anus and prostate. She knew just how to stroke me, inside and out. I felt like with every stroke of her hands she was literally pulling the orgasm right out of me. My beathing rose to a higher and higher pitch. Her long tongue just rolled out of her mouth and gently flickered the underside of my cock, rolling that tongue forward.

That was it. 

My chair shook and the armrests I was gripping very nearly got tore loose. My entire body shook. I shot my load down her throat with such force. Her eyes never left mine the entire time I came. She just sat there squatting, pumping every last drop into her eagerly waiting, wet mouth. I couldn't even scream I was so breathless. I was just gasping breathlessly, struggling for air, moaning weakly.

I was on the edge of my seat, jaw dropped, eyes open like I was off my head on ecstasy. I was floating on clouds, speechless. I'd found heaven on earth unlike any other.

I watched, numb with pleasure as she pumped the last of me into her mouth and then sucked me clean. She then swallowed it all. She withdrew her fingers from my arse and sucked them clean too.

I felt totally empty. 

She stood up and leaned back against my desk.

"You know I'm not done yet. I'll have to give you something to think about."

She turned around to use my computer. As she did she pushed her arse back at me, her legs straight, straining her perfect arse to be in my face. My fingers slid up the back of her thighs and hands gently fell over her butt, rubbing those cheeks softly. As my fingers slid under those tight jeans I noticed she was wearing no underwear underneath. I also noticed she was wet right though the jeans. 

As my fingers slid over her body, up the length of her back and marseaging between her legs, she found some online radio station for industrial music. 

She turned around and the sound of some slow, sinister, electronic beat throbbed from my speakers. She pushed my hands away and braced one foot against my chair and sent me back three feet. She danced slowly and teasingly.

Her hands worked the full length of her body, hips gyrating and head swiveling. Her hands grasped her tits and squeezed playfully. She rocked over to me, lowering herself on me slowly. Her breasts gently brushed my face. I licked and suck her nipples as she parseed over me. She pulled away quickly but I could see the wet patches accentuating those large nipples and even larger big brown areolas. They looked so perfect against that bronzed skin.

She spun around holding her hair up, grind her hips into me, he arse pushing back into me, against my cock. Already I was getting hot again. I can't remember the last time I had a woman dance for me that was this hot. Well... never actually. I'd fucked plenty of hot women but this is the closest woman I have ever fucked that one could truly say was model material. Fuck, she was the hottest women ever. My wife was no slouch at all. I couldn't help but think of her as my sister rubbing her arse in my crotch and face. Why was I doing this? My only answer is that I wanted to. 

She slid her t-shirt off and turned around, squeezing her tits and sucking on her own nipples. Her tongue dashed over them as her eyes fixated on me. The whole time her other hand slid down the front of her shorts. My hand slid instinctively to my cock to stroke him to full mast.

Turning around again, still rocking her body in time with beats of the song, she undid and slowly slid those shorts down. As she slid them down she bent right over, grabbing her ankles on the way down. I had never seen a completely waxed pussy before until I fucked her earlier today but I didn't have this perfect view before. We just fucked like rabbits. It was only now I was truly appreciating what I had in my drop dead gorgeous sister. I wanted nothing more than to lick the full length of her crack, clit to arse – to spank her arse furiously like I had earlier.

But I sat there watching the show. I didn't want to interrupt it. Besides I was frozen in my chair like a deer in headlights.

She looked over her shoulder at me as she wagged her arse, sucking her fingers again. I watched as she slid them down her arse, over her arsehole, down to her clit, rubbing gently. I watched her suck her other set of fingers too. They went down to her nether regions from underneath, working fast. Her first hand rose and she gently slid her fingers inside, finger fucking herself and rubbing away. All the while, her arse kept rocking. She began to moan as she finger fucked faster and faster.

I stopped stroking my cock as I watched. This was getting so hot already if I wasn't careful I was going to bust my nut again before I even fucked her.

She bucked harder on her fingers and her moaning rose to screaming. It was then I was glad that the room was soundproofed and there was nobody on my floor. She fucked herself harder and kept on screaming. Her screaming rose to a loud grunt as she came, her cum dripping from her wet snatch and fingers.

She then withdrew her fingers and ran her lubed index finger along her anus. She circled the rim gently at first, before she plunged two fingers right in. Stuffed in her arse she rubbed her clit furiously, fucking her own arse. 

Bucking furiously she worked harder and faster, stuffing both fingers in. Within seconds she had worked to a full fist inside her arse, pumping away – her own cum and arse juices serving as its own lubrication. Then again, it might just have been stretched from the savage pounding I gave her earlier.

She wasn't holding back with the screaming now. I was starting to wonder just how good the sound proofing was. 

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH FUCK!!!!!! AHHH! AHHH! AHH!"

On she wailed, her hands now working so furiously. She pulled out her hand from her arse, and held it out for me, I sucked those finger and licked her entire hand. I wanted to feel dirty, Beyond the filth of cheating. Dirty like the Devil himself. I licked her hand and gave her tshirt to her to wipe it down. 

Still rubbing her clit, she lowered her arse to my cock. She slapped my hands aside and guided it in. Her stretched arsehole swallowed it up quickly. 

My hands sliding to those curves that engulfed my cock, I pushed her forward. I grabbed her pony tail with one hand, arse and hip with the other. She rubbed her clit as she grinded into me, both us fucking hard. I yanked her hair, pumping hard.

Her arse shook and vibrated as my cock pounded her deeply and hands slapped her skin so hard, turning it into a shade of beet red. I called her every dirty name I could conjure to mind. Slut, cunt, whore, filth, white trash. She got off on it. I could see her lips twist into a sneer as she just fucked harder. 

Her hands reached forward to grasp the desk as she rode me harder. Her breathing became even more labored, difficult. I could tell she was barely holding onto the desk, her balance shot and screams rising. They became muffled as her breathing strained under the intensity until all that she could usher was whimpering cries of ecstasy and pain.

I wanted to dump my load inside her then but I was still numb from the blowjob earlier. I pulled back and out of her. She turned around and sucked the shit from my cock. She took it right into the back of her throat and licked all the residue off it, flickering with her tongue. I felt we had taken our sex to another level – a new level of filth and degradation. I wondered just how far we would go.

She then straddled me in my chair. Those stilettos somehow managed to grip the armrests of my chair. Her hands rested on my shoulders and she lowered herself onto my waiting cock. I guided it right into her dripping snatch, my hands slid underneath grasping her arse.

She looked right into my eyes as she began to ride me. My eyes rolled back again as she licked my neck and ear. She began to suck on it gently. Her arse felt like the softest cushion as it slowly rose and desended my shaft. My mouth met hers and we kissed.

I can't remember the last time I kissed someone with such passion. It was soft - very softly. Our tongues met gently and melted instantly. I could taste my cum and her shit, yet it melted into some sort of feeling of dirty, unbridled lust. 

She rode me so slowly. My hands encomparseed those large tits as she kept riding. She arched her back, sliding balls deep onto me. My hands slid over those firm thighs and arse, caressing her lower back. I lowered my head over those beautiful globes, glistening with saliva and sweat. My tongue gently circled her nipples, sucking them and biting them playfully. No part of her body was neglected.

My hands gripped her arse as she pumped me harder. I heard her breathing rise as did the tempo. I felt my own pressure rise as well. I licked and sucked her tits, fucking her harder and harder. I don't know how long we went for, but we didn't want it to end. Our bodies were hotter than hell, drenched in sweat and our sex tainting the smell of the office. I kept pulling her into me, slowing down before I came and building up again and again. We kissed, we moaned, we groaned, we laughed at how good we felt. My tongue licked her chest, breasts and neck. I bit her tits, throat and ears. She cried gently as she bucked under my touch. 

It took an eternity of fucking, but eventually we hit a point where we both couldn't take much more. Her legs were already tiring and I knew I couldn't take much more as much cock was almost raw from the constant friction and fucking, despite the juices. Our mouths met and we could not stop kissing hotly. She bucked and I pounded her with all my might. Our screams were muffled by our mouths being locked onto each other. Tongues dancing sensuously, hotly, full of lust.

Looking into each others eyes, we pushed ourselves to cum together. Her acrylic nails dug deeply into my shoulders, clinging me for support. Wave after crippling wave of orgasm flew out of me, as it did with her. I felt her body twitch on the end of me – legs buckling under the strain and arse wobble. My load blew deep inside her, despite the repeated fucking she'd received all day I felt as if I came more than ever. Like a fountain gushing and overflowing, it dripped down the end of my cock. I couldn't tell if it was her juices or mine. I plunged as deeply as I could. She collapsed ontop of me.

There we lay, Sarah lying ontop of me. My hands caressed that athletic body, down her shoulders and back, across her butt cheeks and down her thighs and calves. Our breathing was raggered and voices raspy. We could barely speak.

When she finally had the strength to move, she looked at me and we kissed passionately. She smiled sweetly, yet teasingly. She was just as sore as me, if not more so. After what felt like an eternity, she managed to untwine herself from the chair and stagger off me. She couldn't contain the juices inside her, they dribbled down her leg. Bracing herself against my desk, she wiped herself down with the same t-shirt we used earlier.

She pulled the denim shorts up, and put on her t-shirt. Damn she looked like a mess. Her t-shirt was covered in cum stains, sweat and shit, the front patch of her shorts were wet. Her hair was a raggered mess, entire body sweaty and aglow. To top it off, she couldn't stand up straight. There stood my dirty little whore in all her glory. 

I pulled my boxers and pants up, figuring she'd need help walking to the car. As I opened the door with one hand, holding her in the other, I noticed the security crew and cleaners were standing there. The cleaner, poised with her hand in the air as if to knock on the door. They took one look at me and a double take on Sarah. Their eyes light up like runway lights and told the story that they knew precisely what had taken place. I think it was her t-shirt gave us away though to be honest with you. 

Without a backwards glance, I simply said "Excuse us" and guided Sarah to the elevator, leaving the door open for them.



The Beginning Of The End Ch. 04



Anyone tuning in has to read the other three stories first. I hate repeating myself.

Sarah and I were so sore after our day at the office, I went home after work and straight to sleep not long thereafter. It took some effort to ensure my wife didn’t notice the clawmarks and welts I had accumulated, thankfully that didn’t become an issue and they healed without her notice. As for Sarah, she was well and truly better when her husband, Jimmy came back. 

I began to realise just how horny and how depraved Sarah truly was and I got to savor it all in the time he was away. We started getting into handcuffs, vibrators, dildos, whips, all sorts of toys. I fucked her with double dildos and ones as thick as my wrist! Hell I even got into fisting her! Jesus this little woman could take a lot! 

We talked a lot about preferences, what we liked, what we wanted to explore – we discussed the boundaries our partners wouldn’t cross so we both knew what we would try with each other. The common denominator was we both wanted to a threesome or an orgy and sex in public places – increasing the risk of exposure and also the thrill. Damn the stakes were just going up, up and up. Scary part was we didn’t care! Even now I am amazed at how we did not get caught!

As always, God stepped in and answered our prayers.

After James came back we had to play it cool. He was hovering around the home nearly all the time it seemed in the weeks since he came back. I thought he might have been onto us. So it came down to quickies here and there – a 10 minute fuck when I drop off some video tapes there, 10 minute there when she came over to visit my wife when she wasn’t home…you get the idea.

But being well into summer it was inevitable before he had another barbeque and Sarah would be walking around in skimpy swimsuits. It was at least a couple of months we’d been fucking - off and on. Anyway, while everyone was outside and she was inside getting beers, I’d walk by, slap her curvaceous ass and finger her pussy. One time I even ducked behind the counter, pretending I’d dropped a beer and ran my hands up her legs and licked her wet pussy. She was shocked but yet I knew she got off on it. Besides, she has a fantastic poker face. 

Good. I liked knowing I’d be getting a piece of that later and if not, Jimmy was in for a rough night ahead of him - courtesy of his wife fantasizing over fucking me.

Anyway, this one time I’d just fucked Sarah in the bathroom, bent over the sink counter.

It was pretty hard and fast and it had been awhile since we’d fucked. I think she squealed WAY louder than she normally did and the silly bitch had supposedly just done the laundry so there were no towels around to muffle her screams. I actually think to this day that was deliberate to increase the thrill factor. Anyway, as we came out I noticed that Jessica, her friend was standing near the sliding door to the back patio, adjoining onto where everyone was. Jessica happens to be Sarah’s best friend. She also happens to a damn fine woman. 

She had long brown hair and the darkest brown eyes. She stood about 5’10”, her body is best described as lithe, long legged, tanned and toned; her athletic build derived from hours of running, weight training and martial arts. She is also a cop, same age as Sarah. In full uniform she is extra fine, with that air of authority, stronger than any teacher. She had just recently been put back on active duty after taking time off to get breast implants – always jealous of Sarahs. She was fine too but I always had a thing for smaller, more voluptuous women like Sarah. You know – the kind of woman that makes your cock look huge. Sarah was always the one that drew the most attention when guys were checking out the two ladies. 

Now however, Jessica cut a truly impressive figure. Today, she wore no uniform. She was wearing tight jean shorts, like the ones Sarah used to wear and a flimsy denim shirt with half the top open to show her new breasts. She walked around in black high heels too, knowing they would push up her already muscular calves. Normally she was always smiling, but with the look behind them that read “I love to be fucked hard”.

That look as gone now however. Now it was replaced with shock. Obviously she knew something was askew because her eyes were wide open, bottom jaw dropped. By the time I stepped out after Sarah, Jessica was trying desperately to pretend she hadn’t heard a thing (and failing). 

“Err… has anyone seen my keys?”

We paused.

“Erm… no, why?” I asked.

“I need to go get some ice. The ice in the ice chests have melted and we need heaps more.”

Sarah looked over at me with a smile. 

“Mike will go with you Jessica!”

Jessica blushed a bright red. “No, it’s ok, I’ll get Daz.”

“Mike look at him, Daz is so drunk he can barely stand straight. You need someone with some muscle to move those bags and Mike is the one to do it.”

I looked over outside. Sure enough Daz had just tripped up over a deck chair trying to stand and Jimmy was staggering to help him up.

Before I could object Sarah slapped my ass and grinned.

“Don’t worry about Mike, I’ll tell your missus where you’ve gone!” 

Next thing I know I’m in the four by four with Jessica, driving up to her place to get the ice from there. They only lived five minutes away from Sarah and Jimmy. The trip was extremely silent and uncomfortable. I could tell she wanted to say something the whole time but didn’t.

The second we got inside the house, she locked the door behind me and spun around on her heels. Her face darkened and eyes narrowed to stare at me.

“Alright you asshole – I know what you did back there.”

I hope I didn’t look too suspicious.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Fucking Sarah in the bathroom – Jesus, Mike – do you have any idea how loud she was?”

I started to pale now. “Pretty loud.” I couldn’t think of anything else to say!

“That’s right. And thank god I came in to shut the sliding door otherwise someone else might have heard.”

Something clicked. I realized that she had no intention of telling anyone.

“You mean you’re not going to tell anyone?” I asked.

“Jimmy takes good care of Sarah in almost every other respect and the idea of you two cheating on your partners would tear the family apart. Hell Sarah hasn’t been so satisfied in… well… ever!” she exclaimed. 

“You mean you knew about us?” Again, Jessica gave too much away. Given that a cop is supposed to specialize in interrogation I wondered just how much of this was for real or for show?

Jessica shrugged. “It was fairly obvious she was a lot happier lately, less repressed, feeling more sexual. I figured it out she was cheating on Jimmy. I asked, she confessed. She said she’d arrange an introduction to get my approval. It wasn’t until today I realised it was you.”

“Oh shit.” I stammered.

“Sarah and I have slept together several times, but we’ve always wanted a man between us. And while we both love our husbands we know they’re assholes and cannot be trusted. We both know we get what we see with you. But Sarah said that I should sample the goods first….”

She stepped closer towards me, running her fingers down my chest, my singlet, down towards my shorts.

“And I will test you first, Mike.” She said very ominously.

She stood infront of me and slid my shorts off slowly, running her fingertips down my legs, squatting as she did so to slide them off my legs. Sliding back up she ran her fingertips back to my hips and began to slowly jerk my half erect cock.

Leading me by the cock she walked me over to a wooden chair by the wall. She gently pushed me down into it.

“You are going to do everything I say Mike. And if you don’t I am going to tell everyone in that house what happened.”

“But you said you wouldn’t tell!” I shouted.

She swung the flat of her hand across my face.

“Shut up!” she shouted “I said nothing of the sort, I only said Jimmy takes good care of her and so do you. You take care of me how I want, when I want and I won’t tell! Got that?”

“What about Sarah? She’s your friend!” I retorted

SNAP! went the hand again.

“She is my friend but make no mistake – MY needs will always come first. Do you understand?”

“Ok Jessica…” I trailed off, and was smacked again.

“When we are alone you will answer with only ‘Yes Mistress’, do you understand?”

“Yes Mistress” I responded.

She smiled and kneeled in front of me. I heard her fumble for something. 

“Good, I can see this will be the start of a beautiful relationship. You don’t need to be scared sweetie.” She stroked my cheek tenderly, her tone soft and sweet as it normally is. “I’m not going to hurt you...”

With that I felt the cold metal click on my wrists. She’d handcuffed me to the chair!

“…much.” She stated rather coldly as she rose to her feet again.

“You know rule number one – always call me Mistress when we are alone. Now rule number two, you do as I say. If I give you an order – whether it is at the barbeque, on the street, in a shopping centre, even in a church – you will do as I say and answer immediately with ‘Yes Mistress’. Is that understood?”

I nodded. I was slapped again.

“The response you are looking for is ‘Yes Mistress’”, she snarled.

“Yes Mistress!” I smiled. Boy this could be fun.

This time I was slapped harder. 

“Stop smiling! I will tell you when you can feel pleasure and only then. That is rule number three – is that understood?”

“Yes Mistress!”

“Rule number four, you never fuck my ass. Ever. That is for Darren and Darren alone – is that understood?”

I nodded again. “Yes Mistress!”

“Rule number five, when I page you, call you, email you – unless you have a damned good excuse, you better come running. You violate any of these rules, and I will tell.

Is that understood?”

I frowned on the outside as a laughed inwardly. “Yes Mistress.”

She slowly unbuttoned her shirt, her breasts barely contained in those huge tits. She then undid the shorts and slid them off too. There she stood in her black bra and black thong and heels.

“You like what you see?” she asked. I nodded – they were bigger than Sarah’s. I watched in awe as she slipped off her bra and was surprised they did not look fake. They did not seem to defy gravity but yet seemed to rest large and comfortably with no tell tale signs of their work. My compliments to the surgeon! Her nipples were thick and hard with large dark brown areolas –as dark as her eyes. The sort of nipples you want to bite and gnaw on. 

“Thirty four double d.” She said aloud. “You can’t even see where the incision was made. “You want to touch them?”

I nodded.

She wandered over to where I was chained, hips swaying – for show I’m sure. She smiled gently as she straddled me, my cock passing over her waxed pussy bouncing off her ass.

She wrapped her arms around the back of my head, leaning forward so her breast descended to my mouth. I opened it, salivating in anticipation. 

My mouth closed over that large breast, licking and flicking her nipple, circling her areolas. She sighed, leaning back into my cock which pressed up against her. I bit a nipple gently and she sighed.

“Yes, harder!” 

Worried I’d do damage, I bit harder – I felt her shudder under me.

“HARDER!” she commanded.

Biting as hard as I dared to without fear of causing damage she exhaled loudly.

“YES! That’s it! Ahhhh” she smiled “Let go now.”

I complied, letting go – my saliva clinging to her swollen nipple.

“Now it’s my turn,” she whisphered gently.

Taking my nipple in her mouth she bit down hard. I was not expecting it and I gasped for her, taken by surprise. She bit hard and all I could think of was whether my wife would notice this. As she bit me, she slowly massaged my cock. Her fingers slowly traced the length of my shaft down to my balls then up again, gently wrapping around my cock and slowly pumping it. 

Despite the sharp pain, I was immediately aroused. She proceeded to pump me harder and faster, building momentum slowly as she nibbled. She pulled away to bite the other nipple. This time I cried out and she pumped me faster. It felt so good it did not take long before I was at full mast.

She let go of my nipple to spit on my cock, as she worked it faster. I leaned forward to kiss her and she slapped me again.

“You don’t kiss me. Ever. Understood?”

“Yes Mistress.” I replied curtly.

She lowered herself to her hands and knees and began sucking my cock. She fingered herself furiously, rubbing harder and faster as her head bobbed up and down – faster and faster. Her saliva was dripping down my cock, she was a fantastic cocksucker and I knew I was preparing to cum despite my best wishes.

Just then she stopped.

“I did not tell you that you could cum, Mike. You will now lick my pussy.”

She stood up again and turned around, so her perfectly sculpted, air tight ass was facing me. She then slid her black thong down to her ankles, bending over all the way, bringing her head to her knees. In doing so her bald pussy was pressed right into my face, pushing my head directly against the wall. I could not move.

“Now you will lick it, gently but firmly.”

She smelt like peaches, like she had just recently scrubbed there. It was then I knew in my mind that today was entirely a setup just to land me - to be used and abused.

I was panicked somewhat by the possibility of being caught yet tantalized at the idea of being someone’s private whore.

I was thrilled.

I poked out my tongue and proceeded to give Jessica the best head she’d ever received – well, at least the best I’d ever given! I poked my tongue out just a little so she’d have to push her ass into my face further. She did. I could feel just how firm her ass was as my tongue slowly flickered over her clit. 

“Mmmm…. Yeah…”

Taking cues from her pulsing, pushing and rising moans, I flickered faster and faster.

I traced my tongue over her pussy, tasting her precum I heard her groan harder and went back to circling and flicking her clit.

She started to build up to a furious bucking in time with the strokes of my tongue, pushing her pussy against my nose. I don’t know if she wanted something inside her or to suffocate me. It didn’t matter, I knew she wanted to cum and make me suffer all the way.

She started to cry as her bucking picked up furiously and began gushing into my mouth. I kept tonguing her and swalling all that I could. I watched as her entire body shuddered and my mouth filled with her sweet cum. I tried to catch what I could but a lot of it dribbled.

She managed to pull away and nearly lost her balance in the process. She spun around to look at me, half naked, handcuffed to a chair, with cum on my face and an erection. She laughed.

“Ok, now I need some cock. But don’t you think of even cumming inside me or I’ll cry rape.”

I was so worked up already I was mortified. She faced me, smiling sweetly, then took a hold of my cock, straddled me and then sank my still wet pole right inside her.

“Unnngh!” she grunted taking me all in.

Resting her hands on my shoulders, she licked my face clean. I opened my mouth to catch her tongue and licked it back. Our tongues danced back and forth but not once did we kiss as she fucked me. I say fucked me because I did very little. She rode me like I was a wild bull, griding into me and rocking back and forth. She started grunting harder and harder, building to loud screaming.

“Come on big boy! Let’s see what you got! Oh yeah! Oh yeah!” she just started building louder and louder until she screamed out at the top of her lungs.

“UNNGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!! ARRGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!” 

I don’t know how I held on without wanting to blow myself. She gasped and moaned, screaming more as she came again and again. I think I was more terrified than anything else.

She just screamed louder “OH CUM INSIDE ME BIG BOY! CUM NOW! YEAH! INSIDE MAMA!” she screamed.

I came. I came in waves, pails of cum – spraying inside her like a burst water main.

She then kissed me to silence me – was I screaming? She tasted like raspberry vodka.

She kissed me harder, her tongue pressed against mine, rocking me slowly to completion.

She shuddered in pleasure as she arose to her feet properly.

“Excellent work Mike. Excellent.”

She rocked slowly to a standstill before beaming at me and kissing me gently again.

“How does it feel to have fucked a cop?” she grinned.

She stood up.

"Or should I say raped?"

She giggled and undid my cuffs. 

She walked off to the bathroom, cum dripping down her sexy legs and all over the floor. She threw a towel at me.

“You better clean up this mess, Mike – and fast. We only got a few minutes more before our absence will be noticed.”

I nodded in compliance and began to clean. The whole ordeal just took ten minutes. I felt violated – almost raped but not quite since I enjoyed it and wanted it. But I did feel dirty – dirtier than ever before. I had just fucked two women other than my wife within the hour. But that didn’t concern me.

What concerned me was my nipple and explaining the swelling if it didn’t subside and finding the stamina to fuck my wife later this evening!