1 comments/ 35016 views/ 16 favorites One Wednesday Afternoon By: Knotty_Boy Wednesday afternoon at quarter to three and Emma was on her way home. A headache that had been nagging away at her all day had finally got the better of her. She needed to lie down in a dark room and close her eyes. Actually what she really needed was a damn good fuck. It had been months since Mike had laid a finger on her. At fifty five he was thirteen years her senior, and whilst he seemed to have plenty of energy and enthusiasm for running his office supplies business, he had little of either when it came to the bedroom. The business was his baby - he had built it up from scratch. Just one market stall was how he'd started, and now he had a thriving online business and a huge showroom on the outskirts of town, with plans to open another. So understandably the business was on his mind 24/7, and he spent more time in the office than he did at home. It had occurred to Emma that maybe he was up to something with one of his young thirty-something assistants. On the odd occasions that she had popped in to see him at work, it was clear that he enjoyed flirting with them. So he could be expending all his energy elsewhere, or maybe he had just run out of steam in that department. Either way, she sure as hell wasn't getting any. The frustration was causing her stress, and, she suspected, this bloody headache. Then there was Stacey. Mike's other baby. When Emma had moved in, Mike's only daughter had been fourteen, and the two of them had been together since her mum died when she was seven. So of course she had turned out as a right little Daddy's girl. Whatever she wanted, she got. A personal shopper several times a year to help you pick the latest designer gear? No problem! Holidays to the Caribbean with your mates tagging along? Of course! A brand new Mini soft top with personalised number plate on your seventeenth birthday? Why not! And it didn't help that she was drop dead fucking gorgeous, all blonde hair, blue eyes and tight tanned body, so she could basically have any boy, or man, she wanted too. None of which was particularly conducive to forging a caring, considerate, empathetic personality. She was, in short, a spoilt little bitch. And yes, Emma understood that it must still have been tough for Stacey, having someone new come in, replacing the mum she had such fond but fading memories of, sharing her dad's bed, someone else competing for his time and affection. But Emma had tried so very, very hard to be a friend, to make it clear she wasn't ever going to try and take the place of her mum, but Stacey had hated and resented her from day one, and in the five years since she'd moved in, nothing much had changed. If anything it had gotten worse as Stacey became a young woman, her spitefulness and animosity becoming more hurtful and cutting. And after a while Emma's natural defences kicked in, and now it seemed that they were forever at each other's throats. Stacey refused to call Emma by her real name, instead using spiteful nicknames like Gold Digger (which she would sing to the tune of Goldfinger) or "GD" for short. Emma had hoped Stacey going to uni a few months ago would have improved things between her and Mike. But as her stepdaughter had, predictably, chosen to attend a college close to home, she ended up spending almost as much time at home as she always had. So maybe their dysfunctional relationship was another reason Mike spent so much time at work. It couldn''t be much fun coming home to such an antagonistic and combative atmosphere. And it certainly wasn't helping Emma's headaches. Take this morning at breakfast for instance, a perfect example of how it always was between them. All she had done was to ask about Stacey's plans for the next few days. She just needed to know when the family was going to be together so she could plan grocery shopping. Ideally, they would be able to enjoy a nice family meal at the end of the week. But somehow the little bitch had turned that simple, totally reasonable, enquiry into some sort of conspiracy to get rid of her. "You never want me around, if you had your way, I would be living in some shitty student accommodation on the other side of the fucking country, so you'd have more chance to get your wrinkly money-grabbing hands on my father. Well you can fucking forget it GD, I'm not that easy to get rid of!!" All of this screamed at the top of her voice, accompanied by several slammed doors. No wonder she had had the beginnings of a headache as she drove to work this morning. Mike's business meant she didn't have to work, but she liked the independence it gave her. The commission she earned as a part time sales negotiator at a local estate agents was no more than pocket money, she knew that. It was his company's profits that paid for the spacious five bedroom house on an exclusive estate that she was just pulling up in front of. Her plan was to have a nap for an hour or so, then maybe hit the gym at the local sports club. A few hours circuit training should help de-stress her, not to mention keep her body toned and tight. She always worked hard to keep her body as fit and as sexy as she could for her husband, though she was beginning to question the point of it all. As she opened the back door, Emma immediately realised that the alarm had been turned off. She had definitely been the last one out that morning and had set the alarm herself. Mike, she knew, was at the office as she had spoken to him no more than twenty minutes ago to let him know she was off home. Stacey would be at uni. As she closed the kitchen door quietly behind her, she picked up a large frying pan for self defence and walked through into the living room. The ground floor of the house was pretty much all open plan, so within a few minutes she had ascertained that it was empty. She moved to the bottom of the stairs and cocked her head to listen for any noises from the floor above. Voices. She could definitely hear voices. She stood stock still and listened some more. Laughter. A man's voice, and maybe a woman's. Treading as carefully as she could she went up the stairs. On the landing it was all too clear that the voices were coming from Stacey's room, and she was pretty sure the woman's voice was that of her errant stepdaughter. She put the frying pan down and tiptoed towards Stacey's room. The door was slightly ajar. An inch, no more. She peered through. In the large dressing mirror in front of her she could just see the reflection of a young woman in black bra and panties, sucking on a cock. She squinted, trying to focus. The cock looked huge, based on it's size in relation to Stacey's hands as they held it. She couldn't make out the identity of the cock's owner, but he was making some very appreciative noises as Stacey sucked on his impressive dick. They both seemed pretty preoccupied with what Stacey was doing to him, so Emma took a chance and edged the door open a little more. The gap was now probably three or four inches and neither of them had noticed. She could see a lot better now, and saw that Stacey was sitting on the bed, while the mystery guy was standing in front of her. Looking up at him, Stacey unhooked her bra and threw it on to the metal frame at the bottom of the bed, keeping one hand slowly wanking his cock. Emma felt a pang of jealousy, seeing that spoilt little cow's perfectly round breasts just bounce free, in no need of support, then felt a rush of heat in her crotch as her stepdaughter rubbed the end of that big cock all over her tits, paying particular attention to her nipples, slapping it down on them both a few times, making them stand up. She would have liked to have had a better, closer view, to see if that cock was oozing pre-cum, smearing it over those pert young nipples. "Ok baby, now I want you to tie me up and fuck me with this beautiful big cock," announced Stacey as she threw herself back on the bed and promptly produced two pairs of handcuffs covered in pink furry fabric from beneath a pillow. 'Kinky little bitch!' thought Emma. So that's her thing is it, being tied up? She watched as the guy with the big cock clambered around the bed and clipped Stacey's wrists in the cuffs and attached the other ends to the metal bedhead. She caught a glimpse of the guy's face, and thought he looked familiar, but couldn't place him. It was difficult watching it all through the angled reflection in the mirror. But she reckoned that he was quite a bit older than Stacey, her guess would be around thirty. Emma couldn't say that being tied up in such a way appealed to her. If anything, she'd like to be the one on top, the one calling the shots. But she was finding it all quite a turn on. Her hand crept between her legs and started to press at her pussy through her sheer panties as she watched the guy undress, his thighs big and firm like a rugby player's, his chest broad and smooth, his arms muscled, his stomach flat. Most of all though she stared at that cock and the way it bobbed around, pointing in the air as he stripped out of his clothes. He climbed between Stacey's outstretched legs and removed her panties in one swift movement, pulling her legs up and together before slipping them over her ankles. He spread her legs again and aimed his cock at her smoothly shaven, pouting pussy. Emma was soaking wet through her panties, and she desperately needed more than her fingers could give her. She crept to the next bedroom, the one she shared with Mike. She slipped quietly onto the bed and pulled her skirt off. She reached over to her bedside table, opened the drawer and pulled out her vibrator, an increasingly trusty companion unfortunately. Flicking the switch to the lowest setting, she lay back, spread her legs, knees bent, and began to rub the head of the buzzing toy over the front of her panties, teasing her clit. She would have loved to have the damn thing cranked up to its maximum setting, but it got bloody noisy at that sort of level, and she didn't want to get carried away and find Little Miss Perky Tits and her boyfriend Mr Huge Bobbing Cock standing staring at her. So she settled for a low setting, pulling her panties to one side and slipping the vibe deep inside her. As she set about fucking herself with it, thrusting it in and out as quickly as she dared, she undid her blouse with her free hand, pulled down a bra cup to release a full breast, and started pulling on a very swollen nipple. She could hear the two of them next door, the bed creaking away, Stacey's moaning, her lover's grunting and a most disconcerting slapping noise, presumably his balls banging against her arse each time he drove that huge cock into her. She decided it was safe to put the toy on a noisier setting, so flicked the dial to six out of ten, and pushed it back inside her. Fuck, she wished it was that big cock thrusting into her throbbing cunt, and her arse those balls were slapping against. What Stacey had inside her was longer and fatter than this poor plastic substitute, and the power of those thighs pile-driving it in!! It wasn't fair, it wasn't right she should have to lie here playing with herself while that little bitch got to enjoy real hot and hard cock! Then it came to her. She knew where she recognized him from!! An idea exploded in her head. She jumped up, grabbed her phone and went back to Stacey's door. Peering through the gap again she could see Mr Big Cock still pounding away between Stacey's thighs. She checked for Stacey's arms and sure enough they were stretched wide above her head, still shackled to the bedhead. She thought for a second, closed her eyes and pictured the layout of Stacey's room. Then she pushed the door wide open. By the time she was around the door and facing the couple on the bed, they had just enough time to turn their heads to face her. Which was exactly what she had wanted. As the flash from the phone's camera went off, both their faces were clearly visible - along with their very naked and very much entwined bodies. "What the fuck!! What the fucking hell are you doing?" screeched Stacey. She was beetroot red in the face, but Emma wasn't sure if that was just anger or a severe pre-orgasm flush. "Get out!! Get out of my room you fucking pervert cunt!!" Emma looked on her phone to check the shot she had just taken. "Now then, young lady, there's no need for that sort of language." "Fuck you. You cunt, you fucking dried up old cunt witch." Mr Big Cock was clambering off the vitriolic Stacey, and he was already visibly softening. "Ok potty mouth, this should put a stop to your rudeness." And with that Emma quickly located Stacey's panties, discarded earlier by Big Cock and, scrunching them up into a ball, popped them into Stacey's open mouth. Her stepdaughter's eyes were wide open in utter amazement at what had just happened, and she continued to swear at Emma through the panties. "Gerr uff meh, fugging cnngh." Stacey's legs were flailing wildly, trying in vain to kick at Emma. "Ok, if you're going to insist on being a naughty girl then I'll just have to treat you like one." Grasping one of Stacey's legs, she held it down and grabbed the bra on the end of the bed and used it to tether her stepdaughter's right ankle to the bottom of the bed. "Fugg uff!!" Emma was grateful it was Stacey's right leg she had tied, as her non-dominant left leg was doing a pretty good job of landing kicks on her. It would have been much worse had it been the other way round. Moments later though, with the help of a scarf she found lying on the floor, she had the left leg secured too. "Now just lie fucking still, you stupid little cow!" She was flustered from the wrestling she had just endured, and frankly fed up with Stacey's tantrums. Attempting to recover some composure, she turned her attention to Stacey's lover, who had been quietly pulling on his pants in the corner of the room while the two women grappled. "Errr...were you going somewhere?" "Ah, yes...I...well...I think you two probably need to talk... you don't need me me here." He was frantically looking for his shoes. "Oh but we do need you. We very much need you...Mr Turner." The last bit she said slowly and loudly very deliberately. She wanted him to know that she had recognised him. She was certain he was one of Stacey's college tutors. She had only met him once, and fleetingly, at a college open evening. But she was pretty damn good with faces and names. You had to be in her line of work. "I...err...I..." He was lost for words, his eyes were darting back between Emma and the bound and gagged, now largely silent, Stacey. "Your work isn't finished here, Mr Turner, not by a long way. And speaking of long, let's have that rather lovely cock of yours back out again please." "I...I don't think that would be appropriate, Mrs Bennett." "Oh, I see. Ok. So would it be more appropriate if I call the Dean, or even better, email him this photo?" "No!!...no, please don't...what do you want?" "I want this," Emma said with deliberation, as she pulled his trousers and pants down and forked his semi-hard dick out. Her fingers expertly massaged and stroked it back to a full and proud erection, whereupon she knelt down and took it in her mouth. She looked over at Stacey as she did so. Stacey's eyes were still agog as she watched all this unfold before her. She made a half hearted attempt to scream at Emma but seemed resigned to being gagged, so it came out as just a strained "Hrmmpff!" Emma licked languidly up and down the huge cock, her fingers busy down the front of her panties. She wanted the cock inside her, and wanted that little cow to get a ringside view of it all, she was trying to work out how best to do it. In an ideal world she would have knelt over Stacey in a sixty nine position, with her arse directly over Stacey's face and have him fuck her like that, so Stacey got to see every little detail in close up, but Stacey's head was too close to the headboard for that. His cock tasted so good. It occurred to her that it was sticky with a mixture of his pre-cum and Stacey's pussy juice, which she was surprised she found quite a turn on. When his cock was back to its fully engorged state, as it had been as he was kneeling between Stacey's legs, about to push it inside her, she pulled off her blouse and climbed on all fours on to the bed, her ass facing him. She was now in just her bra and panties. She had meant to take the latter off, but was in too much of a hurry to get that cock inside their to bother now. She was kneeling across Stacey's face and chest, her hands and knees fitting into the spaces on the bed like a game of naked Twister. Her arse was as close to the edge of the bed as she could go. She looked over her shoulder at her stepdaughter's tutor. "I want you inside me. Stick that big cock in me and fuck me hard until I cum," she instructed. He looked at Stacey as if for help, or advice, or failing that, some degree of approval. Stacey had given up screaming obscenities now, and was simply watching on in wide eyed disbelief at what was happening. "Well it's your choice. Either you fill me with that big fat dick of yours and fuck me till I cum, or I go and start sending emails." The next thing she knew she felt warm, strong fingers pulling her panties to one side, two of them slipping inside her wet cunt and exploring, stretching her. Then they withdrew, and she felt her lips being spread and that magnificent erection beginning to ease inside her. "Mmmmm... that's it, give it all to me. Fill me up." She looked down at the Stacey, who didn't seem to know where to look, her head twisting from side to side. "If take these out of your mouth will you be a good girl and keep that filthy mouth shut?" Stacey nodded, she clearly wanted to be able to breathe properly. So Emma reached down and pulled the panties out. "Ahhh... oh, yes...yes that's it...oh fuck yes!" His cock was all the way in now. "What's your boyfriend's name? I can't keep on calling him Mr Turner when we're like this." "Co...Colin," Stacey coughed and spluttered as she tried to operate her dry mouth. "Hmmmm... I wouldn't readily associate the name 'Colin' with such a nice big cock...Oh...oh yes!...oh YES!" Colin had started to fuck her with real intent, grabbing onto her hips and driving that big cock of his into her pussy time and time again. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling of being pounded, stretched by such a big cock. It had been so, so long since she'd been fucked really hard like this and it felt just amazing. It had been so long and she was so horny, with such pent up lust inside her that it was literally only a matter of a few minutes of his forceful thrusting before she started to feel the waves of a huge orgasm approaching. Then it exploded and her body shook uncontrollably as it swept right through her. She felt her pussy muscles contracting, gripping tight on that huge cock as it plundered her. She felt her juices flowing from her sex, and could hear the squelching noises that her pussy was making each time the thick shaft slid into her and his balls slapped against her wetness. As she recovered her senses, she looked down at Stacey, tethered and helpless below her. Whereas before she had been behaving like a wildcat, swearing and kicking out at Emma, now she was utterly still, mesmerized by the sight of her boyfriend fucking her stepmother. Her eyes were transfixed on the view she had of Colin's cock plunging into Emma's soaking, and now rather noisy, pussy, watching as her juices glistened on his shaft each time it reappeared, coated his balls, and the dribbled down the inside of Emma's thighs. She hadn't seen Stacey this placid for, well, ever. She seemed so passive, content almost, just lying there watching her stepmother get properly fucked just inches in front of her face. If only she could be like this all the time thought Emma. Maybe she had respected the way Emma had burst in and taken charge of the situation, maybe that's what she always needed, someone to stand up to her, not just pander to her every need. After all, it was her "thing" to be tied up in the first place, so maybe she was secretly a bit submissive? Or maybe she just liked watching? Whichever it was, she was going to enjoy what Emma had planned. One Wednesday Afternoon But frst, she needed to cum again. Young Colin was doing a fine job behind her, pumping away, but she needed a little something extra to get her there. She slipped one hand back between her legs, spreading her swollen labia with her fingers, then rubbing a finger over her exposed clit. Fuck that felt good, and the fact that Stacey was getting a front row view of it somehow made it even more exciting. Within moments she was cumming again, not as intense as her first climax, but still a wave of burning, tingling sensations swept through her body, and she felt her cunt tighten like a slippery vice around that gorgeous cock. As her pussy muscles relaxed she leant forward and it slipped out. She got up, turned around and clamped her mouth around it, tasting her own juices as her lips closed around the head. She kept her lips tightly closed around it as she bobbed her head up and down. His groaning told her he was moments away from exploding, so she readied herself, as she wanted to catch as much as possible of his hot cum in her mouth. Her fingernails dragged slowly across the underneath of his balls. His hands grasped the back of her head and she felt a hard jet of warm fluid hit the roof of her mouth. As his cocked spasmed, pumping out sticky stream after sticky stream, she did her best to catch it all. She released his cock and spun around, her face hovering just inches over Stacey's. Her stepdaughter's face was agog, her mouth wide open, and Emma took the opportunity to let a long gooey string of cum dangle from her mouth and into Stacey's. Stacey's immediate response was to close her mouth, but Emma had been expecting that reaction, and calmly pinched her stepdaughter's nose lightly, so that she had to open her mouth to breathe. Emma let more of the cum in her mouth slip down into Stacey's. When her mouth was just about empty she declared, "There, to be honest I think that was probably yours by rights, and anyway, your skinny little butt can handle the calories better than mine!" She swallowed what little cum was left in her mouth, licked her lips and then kissed Stacey lightly on the lips. She turned to Colin, his dick still hard, but already on the wane. "So I think you can go now, Mr Turner. We have all we need from you for now. But I imagine that should we need to call on your extra curricular services in the future, then you'll be available, yes?" She glanced at her phone on the bedside table as she spoke. "Yes...yes of course," he mumbled. He pulled up his pants and trousers, and, locating his shoes, left the room in a hurry, presumably planning to put them on once he had put a safe distance between him and the mad sex blackmailer. Emma turned to Stacey, who was staring up at her with a look she'd never seen before. Her eyes were soft, imploring almost. "You...you fucked Colin," Stacey said, "How do you know I'm not going to tell Dad?" Emma could sense such a change in her voice. Even this challenge was half hearted, almost polite. "Well don't forget, I have a photo of Colin fucking you, young lady," Emma was gently stroking Stacey's cheek as she spoke, "So it will be your word against my pictorial evidence. And as your Dad thinks you're still a virgin, God bless him, he will hit the roof. Added to which, that just happens to be one of your tutors with his glorious cock buried deep inside you in my photo. I think you'll be grounded for a month, at the very least!" "But... but you're cheating on my Dad!" "Hmmm. The truth is, sweetie, your dad's not really that interested in what I have to offer any more. I truly wish it were different, but seeing as that's how things are, it's not really cheating is it?" Her hand was tenderly stroking Stacey now across her face, over her shoulders, down her arms. She trailed a finger across from her arm, over her chest, tracing around the bottom edge of her left breast, following the curve up, and back towards her face again. Stacey made no objection to this intimacy. So her hand followed the same route again, but this time as her finger travelled around that gorgeously firm mound of flesh, she sneaked up and gave the nipple a light but lingering squeeze. Stacey's eyes were closed, and she murmured what certainly sounded like appreciation. "I do feel a little guilty now about taking young Colin away from you, though, my darling," she said softly, "I think I've left you feeling a little frustrated, and trust me, I know how that feels." Both her hands were stroking Stacey's body now, her left hand gently teasing Stacey's right nipple, her right hand stroking all over her upper body, from her neck down to her ribcage. She let it travel down a little further, briefly playing with the stud in Stacey's belly button, before stroking down across her lower belly. She had never touched another woman so intimately before, but it felt the natural thing to do, and Stacey, eyes still closed and now moaning softly, her back arching gently, certainly didn't seem to mind the attention. Squeezing harder now on Stacey's right nipple, Emma pulled at it, let it go, then gave the same attention to the left one. Her right hand meanwhile was getting ever closer to Stacey's smooth pussy. The next sweep of her hand came across her belly literally millimetres above it. She lifted her hand and stroked the backs of her fingers lightly across Stacey's sex, still pouting slightly from the pounding Colin's cock had given it. She kept her eyes fixed on Stacey's as she did so, ready to stop immediately if they should open in horror at her stepmother's touch. They stayed shut, so Emma turned her hand and this time cupped Stacey's swollen pussy in her hand. Again, no reaction other than another encouraging moan. Emma bent her middle finger, and pushed it slowly between Stacey's slippery cunt lips. It slid in easily, right up to the second knuckle. This time Stacey's eyes did open. But rather than horror or revulsion, Emma saw desire and longing in them. Stacey wanted her to carry on, to make her cum. Their eyes remained fixed on each other's as Emma slid a second finger inside Stacey's tight pussy. It was so wet, soon she had a third in, and she started to fuck her stepdaughter with her fingers. She bent down and took Stacey's nipple in her mouth. It was as hard as bullet. She sucked hard on it, stretching it before letting go, then clamping her lips back down on it. Stacey's body was bucking and writhing, restricted as it was by her bonds. Her hips were pressing urgently against Emma's fingers, her back arching to offer her breasts up to Emma's hungry mouth. The quiet moaning had given way to loud noises of lust and encouragement. "Oh my baby, I think you need more than just my fingers. How about I fetch my big vibrator from my bedroom?" "Yes...yes please," Stacey said weakly, her mouth was so dry. Emma ran into her own bedroom, grabbed the vibe and ran back. It slipped in pretty easily due to the action Stacey's pussy had already seen. Once it was totally in, she flicked the switch up to eight. At the same time she bent her head and started to lick at Stacey's proud pink clit, flicking it with the tip of her tongue. "Oh fuck!!... fuck yes... oh there, just there... yes...please, please...I'm going to...I'm going...I'm...ohhhhhh fuuuuuccckkk!!...oh fuck, fuck , fuck, fuck, fuck!" Stacey's expletives were back again, only this time they spoke of their new intimacy and closeness rather than of their previous state of constant antipathy. Emma continued to stroke Stacey gently as she recovered from what was clearly a shattering orgasm. She worked swiftly to untie her feet, and worked out how to unclasp the handcuffs. She helped bring Stacey's weak limbs back from their extended positions, and lay down next to her stepdaughter, putting her arms around her. Stacey cuddled up too, nuzzling into Emma's breasts, breathing heavily and planting small, soft kisses of gratitude into her cleavage.