1 comments/ 13256 views/ 3 favorites Hell's Angel Ch. 01 By: Shavvy3100 Chapter 1: And slave I only use as a word to describe the special way I feel for you... My girlfriend was on a night shift again and I fell into my usual routine of watching a Tanya Hyde movie jerking off. I was a bit nostalgic and had put on the first one I ever saw Hell, Whores & High Heels. I always take a cigarette break outside on the porch in between scenes to cool off a bit. This time of the year was excellent for cooling off, being December and minus 2 degrees (28 Fahrenheit) at 2 AM in the morning. I could never predict however that my break after the third scene (my all time favourite scene by the way) would turn out to be heating instead of cooling... I was idly stroking my cock covered with lubricant while out of nowhere a woman dressed to die for appeared from around the corner. Visible from a cape that was draped sideways along her slender sides, she was dressed in a red leather cupless bustier which left her massive tits and bald crotch out in the open. Garter belts attached to red fishnets which were barely visible above thigh length black boots. Her face was concealed by a Darth Vader mask which altered her voice when she spoke. "Turn around slowly and put your hands behind your back" she ordered with a stern voice. I just stood there gaping at her appearance, now also noticing handcuffs in her one hand and a horse crop in the other. "I said: turn around. NOW!" I dropped my cigarette and followed her order. "Hands behind your back and hold still!" she barked. I was a bit reluctant knowing I was going to be handcuffed, but it excited me as well. My cock twitched while the cuffs were closed. Not having the faintest clue of who she was scared me a bit as well but considering her outfit she wouldn't have wrong intentions I assumed. She pulled my arm to turn me around and I marvelled her stunning features moving my eyes across her body. Once I made eye contact again, I asked: "who are you?" "Did I grant you permission to speak, my little slave? Now get on your knees and show me what else your mouth is capable of instead of blurting out without my consent!" She pressed me down on my knees and I could see a part of a tattoo visible just below the bottom of the bustier. I made a mental note to watch for this tattoo whenever I was in a place where I might spot it. However, I realised that I would only be able to see it when a woman was either wearing a very tiny bikini bottom or be almost nude. The tattoo was right on her pubic bone where her hair used to be. "What are you waiting for slave?" With that, she pulled me by the hair, my nose pressing into the folds of her snatch. I smelled her intoxicating scent as I pushed my head back a bit, my nose now slippery with her wetness. My tongue extended to her labia and I licked her juices gently. I savoured her, twirling my tongue around in my mouth. "You clearly think this is for your pleasure, but you couldn't be more mistaking. Now tongue fuck me! Put your mouth to work for MY pleasure and mine only!" She swatted my butt with the crop and I let out a groan of pain. The message was clear now though and I dove into her again with all what I was worth. My tongue slipped into her forcefully and I started fucking her with it. "Yessss..." she hissed. I was painfully erect and wished I could stroke myself. My cock was bouncing violently since I was no longer fucking her with my tongue only. My whole upper body moved to make the in and out thirsting of my tongue more intense. She grabbed my hair again to have control over the pace all the while spanking me gently on my ass cheeks with the crop. The crop was now my guide as her hand traced slowly over my head to stroke my cheeks. "That's almost good, slave. I think I might even release the handcuffs before I leave if you behave." Her breathing was just a bit more laboured despite my efforts to bring her off. After a few minutes she stopped spanking me. With her hand in my neck, she urged me to move a bit higher. Slipping my tongue out of her warm tunnel, I kept it pressed on her pussy while moving up. I relaxed this muscle and lapped her lips alternating right and left of her clit. Meanwhile, she slid the crop from my cheeks towards my still throbbing cock and gently lifted my balls with the tip. "If you don't want your balls slapped, suck me to orgasm fast. Make me scream for more. Make me cum so hard I need to cling to you to stop from falling. Do it! NOW!" And suck her, I did. I eased forward on my knees and tilted my head backwards to get a better grasp on her clit and started sucking. I flicked my tongue next and over her clit gently at first and her moaning increased the more pressure I gave with my tongue. Breathing became harder as she squeezed me onto her more and more, shutting my nose with her pussy. "Oh fucking hell!" she yelled, "Take a very deep breath now, slave. Aaaaaaaah I am not letting you go.... aaaaaaaaah... until I cum now." With that statement, she loosened the grip on my neck giving me just enough time to suck in air for the last time. She violently pressed me back on her clit. My mouth wrapped around her sensitive nub and I started sucking like I never sucked before. My tongue flapped over and around her clit. I heard her moaning hard, all the while talking dirty. "Ooooooh... that's it you fucking slave! Make me cum! Finally your tongue is doing the right thing! Aaaaaaaah! Make me explode!" She was just about to peak and increased the pressure on my balls to an almost painful level. I wanted to tell to her to stop, but I could just moan the words with my mouth attached to her cunt. I'm sure the vibrations of my muffled cries and moans pushed her over the edge and a long guttural moan stretched out of her throat. "Oh yes! Ooooh oooow yeaaaaah!" Finally she let go and with shaking legs, she fumbled in her bustier and pulled out a condom wrap. She dropped to her knees, quickly unwrapped the rubber and rolled it over my shaft. It was a black condom with thick ridges and bumps. "I'm going to use that fucking dick to come all over you again. Don't you dare losing it until I tell you so." She pushed my torso further down to the ground. Still on my knees and leaning back on my elbows, my cock sticked obscenely to the sky. She squatted over my erection and slammed herself down with great urgency. Her hand wrapped around my balls and she rode me like a cowgirl in heat. She felt amazingly tight and slippery. On the down stroke, she let herself fall down, squeezing my balls with her buttocks. Going back up, she milked my cock with her muscles, relaxing them around the tip and falling down again. "Shoot your load in me while I come." she said after a few minutes. I couldn't have lasted any longer anyway... Never ever before did I come so overwhelming. I must have spewed at least 10 big spurts before the flow started to decrease. She writhed and squirmed on my body, making circles on my cock. "Not bad for the first round." she said getting off of me. She helped me stand up and went down on her knees herself. She carefully rolled the condom down of my deflating dick and tied a knot into the condom. "Let's get inside now. I'm getting cold and I need a refreshment." I followed her inside and in the dimly lit kitchen, I examined her again trying to get a clue of who she was. I did not detect any feature that reminded me of someone I knew. I asked again: "who are you?" She turned to me and lifted my flaccid dick with the crop while saying: "being disobedient again huh? I assume you forgot the rule of not speaking unless spoken to. I'm still feeling quite good now and guess you simply want to have a name for me to shout out when you come so I won't punish you this time. Just call me Angel, because that's what I am to you. Your angel from hell in high heels. And you're my slave, my whore. You exist only to please me. Now be a good whore and tell me what you have to offer for a drink. I need some alcohol to help me forget how impolite you were." "Would a mojito suit you, my Hell's Angel?" I replied. "Excellent. I like the way you are behaving now." I told her where she could find everything she needed and efficiently she collected it all. While she was preparing two mojito's I looked forward to her getting that mask off. She couldn't be downing the drink while still wearing it, now could she? I proved to be right and wrong. Indeed she took the mask off, but underneath, she wore another leather mask matching her bustier. I could only try to recognise her from her brown eyes or her bright red lips, but putting all the pieces of the puzzle together still did not bring anyone I knew to mind. The black ponytail sticking out from behind didn't help me either. She downed her mojito at once and then gave me a few sips of mine as well. She slipped the cape of too and led me to the living room where the DVD was still pauzed at the start of the fourth scene. She pointed me to sit down on the couch and sat next to me. She took the remote and pressed the play button. She straddled me and gave me a passionate french kiss while the nurse on the TV screen made her appearance. My dick started swelling again during our kiss showing my appreciation for the passion I felt between us. She broke contact to move higher on my lap and presented me her luscious breasts. I dove in, my face buried between the big boobs and made my way from one to the other nipple. I circled around the nipples first to suck them in a bit later. Gently at first, I took the delicate flesh between my teeth and pulled them out. I heard appreciation in her whimpers, but she pulled my face away from her orbs. She eased backward slowly and put her leather clad calves on my shoulders. She inched higher on my lap, bringing her snatch closer to my mouth. When she moved close enough to my mouth, she spread her legs wide and wriggled her head between my knees so she could watch the rest of the movie with her head tilted back. We could both watch actually, but the sight of her drew my full attention. The tattoo was now more visible than before and I took a mental picture of it. Her hands moved up to her crotch and she spread her lips wide open. I enjoyed the view of her shiny insides, but obviously she wanted me to take action. She snapped her fingers of one hand and made a "come closer" motion, pointing at her pussy afterwards. Message clear and I put my mouth to work again. I enjoyed being told what to do, something my girlfriend never wanted to do even though I explained her it was for her pleasure and mine. I was amazed at how this woman - to me still unknown - was able to fulfil my fantasies. Would she know me or my girlfriend better than I thought? Anyway, I planted kisses all over her lips and clit before lapping up her juices. She tasted wonderful even with the hint of rubber that came from the condom. As her juices were licked away from the top, I gradually continued my exploration of her inner depths again. Her hands spread her lips for me and every now and then she would slip a couple of fingers in and pushed them into my mouth. I tried to recognise her by the sounds of her moaning but how can you tell if you never heard someone moaning anyway? I hoped her state of bliss would make her forget her voice was no longer altered so I increased my efforts. I made a swirling motion with my tongue dipping inside her on the way down and frotting left and right a couple of times over her clit with the underside of my tongue. I continued this motion each time holding my tongue just a second longer in and on her sensitive spots. Her moans became louder each time but still not a word escaped from her lips. Her nails dug into the couch and she pulled upwards towards my face again. I extended my tongue as far as I could and circled inside her juice filled hole. My upper lip was meanwhile playing with her clit. She shuddered and reached another orgasm. I withdrew my mouth and sank back in the couch. My arms were sore from supporting both our weight and being cuffed on my back constantly. She slid down and out of the couch just in time to pause after the fourth scene. She made a V with two fingers and held them in front of her mouth pouting her lips. Oh fuck she knew my habit so she must have spied on me before. How could I not have noticed? Rather being a nudist instead of an exhibitionist, I was always really careful no one saw me smoking naked outdoors. Or at least that's what I thought... Whatever, off we went. She grabbed 2 cigarettes from the pack and a lighter and let me out first. She lit up both and before letting me draw, she wet the filter between her pussy lips. I was instantly erect again. She noticed my appreciation, but her hands were already full. She put the cigarette in my mouth and sank down on her knees. She took a long puff from her cigarette and engulfed the head. Swirling her tongue around, she blew the smoke out through her nose, repeatedly continued this show until we both finished smoking. She motioned me to follow her back inside and had me seated in the couch again. She detached a small key from a latch on her boot, straddled my lap and undid one of the cuffs. Pulling my hands to her firm orbs, I squeezed them gently while she cuffed me again. She put on the DVD, but went into the kitchen instead of staying with me. I followed her movement with my eyes. She noticed and pointed to the screen. I complied and enjoyed the sight of Monique dressing up as the bossy lady. Well I now had a domina of my own at least for tonight and hopefully for many more to come. Angel returned with a fresh mojito for her own, mine and another empty glass. She fed me the rest of mine and downed her glass again to the bottom. She pulled me from the couch and put me on all fours on the carpet right in front of the TV. She crouched between my legs and slid my dick down her throat. She skillfully sucked me grasping my buttocks to shove me deep into her mouth. My cock twitched when she rolled her tongue over my hairy balls. Each time I felt my cum boiling up, she slowed down a bit to delay my orgasm. I heard squishy noises from behind indicating Angel was fiercely fingering her twat. During the assfucking on screen, she stopped pleasuring herself and brought her wet fingers to my ass. She rubbed her fingers over the hole a couple of times grabbing my nuts afterwards. Just when I was about to explode, she released my cock from her mouth and put it in the empty glass. Jerking with her free hand I shot my load into the glass. I flipped over onto my back and breathed heavily in the afterglow. She put the glass aside and licked my shaft clean, squeezing out the last droplets in the process. She licked her way over my torso and ended this round frenching. We both got up and with shaking legs we went into the kitchen. She put the glass in an ice filled bowl and fished the semen filled condom from the fridge. She cut it open with a pair of scissors and let its contents slide in the glass as well. She held the reservoir between her fingertips and slipped the rubber in her mouth. Pressed between her lips, she squeezed the remainder out by pulling out. She smeared the sperm on her lips and sucked her lips inside. She savoured my cum and licked her lips seductively ndicating she liked the taste. She put the bowl back into the fridge and took 2 cigarettes from the pack. "May I ask you a couple of questions, mistress Angel?" She turned on the porch and lifted one of her eyebrows. "Plain and simple yes or no questions. And if you don't want to answer just don't. Is this ok with you mistress?" She lit up both cigarettes her eyes burning into mine and shrugged her shoulders. She passed me my cigarette and I inhaled deeply before my first question. "You seem to know a lot about me. Do we know each other in person?" No reaction at all. Not even a blink of an eye. "Do you know my girlfriend?" She nodded yes. I closed my eyes and felt a cold shiver running through my spine. "Is she aware of what happened between us tonight?" She shook her head. "Will you tell her?" She shook no again. I relaxed a bit again. "Our little hot secret then huh... I just hope this one does not get public. Until last night, I thought my solo pleasure was a secret as well. When did you find out?" She gave me a middle finger and made a locked my lips gesture with the other hand. "OK, Wrong type of question. How many months ago did you find out about my secret?" She raised 9 fingers. "And you kept it all to yourself?" She rolled her eyes and nodded affirmatively. "So have you been spying on me ever since? You seem to be well up to date with my customs." This time she just smiled. "Do you have many slaves like me?" Her eyes became slits and her look could kill from a mile away. "I'm sorry mistress, I do not want to picture you like a whore. I mean, I cannot imagine that you aren't chased by many men being such a beauty. You have the looks to die for, in a classy way." Her killing stare faded away luckily... She just slapped me on my ass as a mild punishment. Back inside, Angel started prepping another round of mojito's. She took the bowl out of the fridge and mixed some icing sugar through the semen. She poured the mix into one of the glasses and handed the other to me. This time she deliberately took her time to drink hers. She scooped out some remains out of the glass and licked it of her fingers. My cock stood at attention again. She fished another of those black condoms from under the bustier and rolled it over my prick. She bent over the kitchen table and raised her ass to me with wide spread legs. I was slamming into her rapidly only a second afterwards. Given my two previous orgasms, I could last a loy longer now. I fucked her in various positions on the kitchen table, the both of us grunting, moaning and screaming out our renewed state of arousal and pleasure. I lost track of the number of mini orgasms she had, but I remember her last big one surely enough. I was squatting with my feet on the kitchen table and was able to get deep inside with her legs supporting on my shoulders. She reached around and pushed me even harder inside with her hands on my buttocks. Screaming with her mouth open wide constantly, she moved one hand towards my balls. I filled her the instant she squeezed them lightly. We both humped frantically and at least for me the whole orgasm became a blur. I felt so connected to Angel that it seemed our individual peak melted into one. We lay on the table exhausted for at least 10 minutes, hugging and kissing the whole time. She pushed me back and undid the condom. She pushed the end of the rubber to the knot under the bustiers in between her tits. She wore it as a trophy. She dressed up again, putting the mask on again and the cape around her shoulders. "Are you going to behave if I take off the handcuffs?" she asked with that awkward voice alteration. "Why wouldn't I behave? I did when you loosened one earlier." "Yes you did, but the difference is that now I am about to leave." "I will, mistress Angel." "Alright then, be warned that this is a one time event if you don't." She took the key and detached both cuffs. I dropped to my knees, taking both her hands in mine and kissed them. "Thank you for playing with me. I hope to see you again soon." "You might. I set up an email account for you to keep in touch." She handed me a small red envelope with my name caligraphed on it. I opened it and saw an address and password written in the same font. A gmail account so accessible anywhere, that was just great! "One more before you leave?" I asked, grabbing the pack. We stepped outside and I lit up both this time. Hell's Angel Ch. 01 "Why did you do this?" I asked her out of the blue. "Because I wanted to. And because I thought you might want this too." "I do, no doubt about it. I'm just wondering how this will evolve." "I'm not sure about that myself. Let's just consider this as our secret. Keep it that way, don't push things. Don't push me, not yourself and not your girlfriend. Act normal, as if this was just a very realistic dream." "You are a dream." "Flattery, my dear slave, does not get you anywhere. But it sure helps to make me less itchy with my crop. I said: act normal, make sure you loose all of my smell and taste before she gets home. Both you and I don't want her to find out about us, trust me on that." "I do, but I hate to see you leave." "Me too, but I have to." She took my dick and nuts in her hand and squeezed them gently. I longed for a french kiss as a goodbye, so I pushed her mask up to kiss her. We hugged all the while and sighed with regret when she broke the kiss. She started walking away and I followed her to the street. I stayed there until she was out of sight. I missed her already and knew I mentally was already detaching from my girl. I had an Angel now and the fact that she came from Hell was exactly what I wanted. Hell's Angel Ch. 02 Chapter 2: All ugly thoughts are gone, I'm sure we'll all be friends I was relaxing in the hot water, flashes of the past night coming back to mind. I gave up on finding out who Angel was, a lot of women had crossed my mind but there were simply too many that could fit with the images I had. At least I managed to wash away her smell off my fingers and face. I hoped my girlfriend would not notice anything. I missed Angel's scent however. I got out of the tub and took the laptop to log in with the credentials Angel gave me. There was only one mail, sent 5 minutes ago, titled 'lingering in my mouth'. Its contents was only a selfie of Angel still wearing the leather mask, the trophy condom in her hand above her mouth. My spunk was leaking out between her lips. Gosh, she definitely knew how to turn me on. I considered stroking off with the picture displaying, but decided against it. I wanted to keep some stamina in case she would return tomorrow. I went to bed, my cock throbbing again and finally fell asleep after tossing and turning for about half an hour. Angel was haunting me in my dreams. ----- The next part is from Angel's point of view. Although Angel is not her real name, I will continue using her self-chosen alter ego not to spoil too much on the plot yet. ----- Angel was now soaking in the bathtub herself. She felt confident Jake had not recognized her and that he wouldn't as long as she could keep her cover up. Oh yes they knew each other, better than he could possibly imagine. They knew each other way longer than she had been spying on him. Her memory drifted back to the fight she had with her husband nine months ago. She had left their home because she was tired of the insults flying around, but was also hoping he would come looking for her. Looking back now, she was glad he never did. Her mind travelled back in time. Angel was walking through the neighborhood, wiping the tears from her eyes. She stopped after a 10 minute walk and turned around. "That fucking bastard doesn't even have the courtesy to come after me," she thought to herself. Angel had dressed in a rush. She wanted to get out of the house as fast as possible therefore not bothering with underwear. She walked past her husband giving him a finger and grabbed her hoodie from the corridor, which contained everything she needed to go on a nightly walk. She fumbled in her hoodie pockets, took a cigarette from the pack and lit up. She looked around and saw Eve and Jake's house. Apparently they were still awake, light was coming through the windows. "Should I bother Eve with my marriage problems at 1:30 in the morning? Oh what the heck, it's not that I come barging in all day long and they are still awake..." she thought to herself. Angel started walking towards their house and the closer she got, the more distinct she could hear music playing. It sounded like Sven Van Hees, but she never heard this song before. Just when she wanted to knock on the door, she heard moaning inside. "Damn, I should have known. Sven Van Hees is known for his music as being the ideal background during sex." She sighed deeply and turned away from the door. She started walking further away from her home, sad because she did not have such a great sex life as the two banging each other. Jealousy started to grow inside her. She lit up a new cigarette with the tip of the one she just finished. Her eyebrows went up when all of a sudden; she remembered that Eve was doing a night shift. "Unless she got sent home, that means Jake is banging some slut." She spun around on her high heels and walked up to the house again. Not wanting to make a fool of herself, she wanted to check through one of the windows first to see if it was Eve or some heartless bitch. Angel even took off her pumps not to make any noise while approaching the window. She squatted down next to the living room window that faced the woods. Very cautiously, she inched closer to peek inside the house. The giant TV screen caught her attention first. She saw a blonde woman bouncing on a cock reverse cowgirl. "Watching a bit of porn while the girl is at work. That's oh so male." She was watching the movie over Jakes shoulders as he was lying back in the couch. She saw his right shoulder shaking, the whole scene leaving little to the imagination of what he was doing. Focusing back on the movie, she noticed the guy was pretty well endowed. They had switched to doggy meanwhile and Angel noticed the snake tattoo on the man's hip. "Well hung with a giant tattoo of a snake. I bet his porn alter ego is called Big Snake." She chuckled and raised to her feet again, her back pressed against the wall. She took a deep breath and wondered if she should tell Eve what was going on in her house while she was working. Or maybe she should first scare the hell out of her sleazy boyfriend? She took another peek inside and saw Jake idly stroking his cock. He didn't seem all that excited. She once caught her husband watching porn when she came home earlier than he expected and he seemed more into it. Hissing dirty talk through his teeth to the woman on his computer screen and jacking off so fast his hand was a blur. Jake seemed more at ease, not rushing to a climax as soon as possible. But then again, neither were the couple on screen. Maybe he likes to keep the same pace, thinking it is him fucking the blonde instead of Big Snake? "Well Big Snake is big dear Jake, you're not too average yourself, but don't get any delusional ideas." She was not emotionally attached to Jake, being the reason why she could keep calm contrary to shouting at her husband when she caught him. She actually got curious when and if Jake was going to grow more excited. She decided to stay put and watch until Big Snake without a doubt blew his load on Blonde Bimbo's face. Angel wondered if Jake would empty his nuts as well. Experiencing the events in her mind again, Angel brought her floating hand closer to her crotch and felt she was soaking wet on the inside. She added some more hot water to the tub and drifted off in her memories again. Blonde Bimbo was now lying on a bench with her legs splayed open in the air. Spreading her lips so Big Snake could pound into her deeply. He was rubbing and squeezing her perky boobs vigorously, all these attentions making her moan in delight. "Or at least pretending to make the customer happy," Angel whispered softly, "but if so she's good at pretending." Blonde Bimbo was rubbing her clit and Angel's hand wandered down to her pussy as well. She was disgusted with the whole situation, but for some reason she grew excited as well. Her fingers touched her curly hair and rubbed over her clit. She whimpered softly her stroking hand keeping the same pace of Jakes movements. After some more missionary fucking, Blonde Bimbo was on her knees sucking and stroking Big Snake's cock looking up into his eyes. "Why are men so wild about shooting their load all over a woman's face?" she wondered. Jake stroked faster and she increased the pressure on her clit, hoping to cum together. She expected him to spew his spunk in time with Big Snake. But instead, he grabbed the remote and pressed pause when the next scene appeared on screen. "Shit," Angel mumbled in frustration, being so close to her peak. She moved her hand from her pants and saw Jake standing up, walking towards the kitchen. She sighed hard and startled, she heard the kitchen door open. She ducked down to grab her shoes, convinced that Jake had heard her and came looking outside. She was ready to make her escape, calming down when she heard the sound of Jake lighting a cigarette. Instead of leaving towards the empty streets again, she silently strolled to the giant kitchen window and saw Jake puffing away, keeping his erection by still touching himself. She reached for her own pack, but thought against lighting another one. He'd probably hear her light hers. Jake got back inside and Angel assumed her position next to the living room window again. She was just in time to see the title of the next scene "Painted lady" as Jake resumed watching. Skinny long legs in leopard print high heel shoes approached the stairs. She moved up the stairs towards a man in a costume, now her long sleeve black gloves were visible as well. She swayed her bubble butt seductively to the camera. Her back showed a large tattoo. The camera angle switched and another man was visible a couple of steps higher on the stairs. The Painted Lady stopped next to the first one and turning towards him bent down towards his pants. Clamps were connected to each other dangling from her nipples. Pulling the guy's dick from his pants, another tattoo came into view. "Well well... Jake seems to have a tattoo fetish," Angel thought, "Might that be the title of the movie? Tattoo fuckers? Strangely enough both Eve and Jake didn't have any tattoos." Rising on the tips of toes, Angel's eyes scanned Jake's body in detail in search of tattoos. She saw none, but her eyes stayed focused on Jake's pole. It was shiny and slick, probably covered in lubricant. Angel watched Jake moving his hand up and down the shaft. He varied the pace and movements in ways she had no idea these could be exciting. Her emotions went from being appalled by what Jake was doing to angry because he definitely did this secretly and hidden from Eve. But surprisingly, seconds later she felt horny again. Not at all by the porn splashing from the TV screen (just some typical blowjob interlude before they started fucking, oblivious to the fact that women too like to receive oral sex). Angel therefore must have gotten excited by looking at Jake. Or maybe because she had some voyeur kink that was hidden inside until now. Angel turned around, her back against the wall. She lit up another cigarette careful to hide the flame from view. She told herself to walk back home after she finished smoking and tried to get a grasp on her conflicting emotions. Ugly thoughts about Jake came to mind to convince herself that what he did was wrong. "Just one more peek before I leave this place" On screen, one man was now eating the pale and skinny Painted Lady, while she sucked and bobbed on the other man's cock. "Shit, this is not your typical porn flick after all. Fuck, this part is exciting!" She felt tingles in her belly and moved her hands in her pants again. She slid a finger inside her soaking pussy and made her clit wet. With her other hand, she grabbed her pubic mound and pulled it forward squeezing the sensitive nub outward. With her other hand she gently tweaked her exposed clit. She shuddered from her own ministrations, her eyes glued to the scene. She zipped her hoodie open and fondled her engorged nipples through her t-shirt. She glanced back at Jake's dick when the Painted Lady was filled front and back doggy style by both men. She started fantasizing how his dick would slip into her mouth and he would lick her dripping pussy in a passionate 69. Only half an hour ago she was angry at him for cheating on Eve, while she now wished he would with her. She considered stripping fully and walking in on him, the mere thought of that made her heart skip a beat. She shook off the hoodie from her shoulders and pulled off her last two items of clothing, but couldn't bring herself to the next step. She was too aware of the consequences this would have on all of their shared relationships. It would devastate all of them and that became a line she could not cross. Being naked few feet from Jake, separated by the glass in the window only, was the closest she would go. In her mind, it was her hand touching Jake and his touching her. Both knew exactly how and where to bring each other on the edge without pushing over. Angel felt wonderfully daring being exposed outside. Jake was fully naked as well when he was smoking, but the difference was that she stood only a few feet away from the street. She was surely visible for the odd passerby in the dim light standing next to the house. She therefore had to be attentive to all sounds in the neighborhood approaching where she stood. Angel was transfixed on the screen again. One of the men was playing around with a metal buttplug, slowly pushing it inside the Painted Lady's little hole. Angel preferred not to be touched there. She simply could not imagine that women liked being penetrated there. She laid her eyes on Jake's shaft and was again tempted to go inside and fuck his brains out. She spread her legs and inched backwards, bending her massive tits down. She put her lower arm against the wall for support and let her forehead rest on her raised hand. The other hand slid from one to the other boob, pinching and pulling her nipples. Her ass was turned upward; any man standing behind her would not be able to resist taking her in this position. Her hand slid down to the triangle of pubic hair and she easily slipped three fingers inside. Swept away by her actions and turned on by the view of Jake's slick cock, she gasped at the intrusion. She squatted down fast thinking Jake might have heard her. She sighed silently in relief when Jake did not move. She assumed the same position again and continued fingerfucking herself. The Painted Lady was filled from both ends again, riding reverse cowgirl with a cock in her ass and the other man facefucking her. Angel's eyes locked on Jake's masturbation and mimicked his pace in her gash. A couple of minutes later she alternated between Jake and the porn. She felt jealous now of the porn star, her legs being spread wide by a metal bar attached to both heels. "I want to have a pair of those shackles too and be licked and fucked until I can't breathe anymore." When the scene switched to doggy anal again, she sat down on the hard and cold tiles. She put her feet on the wall on either side of the window and lay down on her back, thinking she was spread by a stretcher. She could not take the next step, but cared less if Jake would see her laying on their driveway her fingers moving frantically in and on her pussy. She put her other hand over her mouth to keep her moaning as quiet as possible. The squishy noise of her fingers moving in her pussy made her loose her focus on any other sounds. Just before she was shot into heavenly release, she heard a car approaching. She hurriedly scrambled upright and rushed around the corner to the back of the house. Angel was flushed, her heart beating rapidly and her breath ragged both from being close to orgasm and from the emotions of almost being caught in a compromising position. She was not sure that she would have been seen, but she just wouldn't take that risk. Being caught by Jake was one thing, but by complete strangers was way out of her safe zone. Her horniness was gone almost entirely. She licked her fingers dry and decided to call it a night, smoke one more cigarette while spying on Jake and head back home where she hoped to be released from the building frustration. She looked inside to check if Jake was still laid back in the couch and couldn't spot him. She moved silently backward, convinced that he was on his way out and she was right. Angel did not feel comfortable with being seen by Jake now her rational mind had the upper hand again. She quickly hid behind some bushes on the porch. She touched herself softly watching Jake smoking and stroking. By the time Jake finished his cigarette, her horniness had returned. She moved around the other side of the house to avoid having to walk past the big kitchen window and risk being seen. Angel hesitated before walking past the front of the house since this side was lit by the street lighting. She listened intently and assured no on was around, she made it to the other corner seconds later. She took another cigarette from her pack and decided she was going to stay here instead of returning home. She wanted to see Jake's spunk shooting and get a climax of her own at the same time. She wasn't going to get any climax at home anyway so she might as well share one with Jake. The next scene "I spit on your cock" started with some pretty hot girl on girl action. No tattoos were to be seen on either girl, but both women were wearing kinky leather outfits and using some interesting toys. Angel was turned on the most by the open chair that allowed the blonde sitting on the black haired woman's face. Next in the scene was a black man chained to a giant upright X. He wore a black rubber mask and tight fitting white stretch pants. Angel watched as the blonde preceded her blowjob with planting kisses on the huge erect cock through the pants. She left a trail of red lips on the white pants before pulling them down. Angel was amazed by the size of the black cock. It must have been larger than any she ever saw and it wasn't even fully erect! "Gosh," she thought, "what would it feel like pounding in my pussy? I should definitely go and get a fake one to give it a try." She inserted her fingers in her sopping slit one by one until all four were slowly moving inside. If Angel could not feel what it would be like, at least she could try to get as close as possible. The blonde was meanwhile devouring the rapidly growing black dick. She saw the brunette joining in later, her mouth forced onto the massive shaft by the blonde. "Oh fuck, she's taking it in her ass now! That's way off limits for me." Angel thought seeing the blonde ride the big pole reverse cowgirl. She brought her free hand to her butt and spread her ass cheeks. Her fingernail scraped her little hole and it clenched shut. She was surprised how much this excited her further and moved both hands in unison. Her butt relaxed slowly, but she could not bring herself to insert her fingertip inside. The other hand's thumb rubbed her clit gently. "Oooooh. This is feeling sooo gooood." she breathed softly. Angel felt she was near a climax and in her bliss poked her ass with her fingertip. She pushed a little harder inserting the tip of her finger. Standing bent down from the waist, the sensations made Angel almost topple over. She could barely in time pull her fingertip out, using her hand against the wall to keep from bumping the window. The schock made her other hand push deep into her pussy. "Ughn... I'm coming..." she whispered and increased the pressure sliding her thumb over her clit. Angel felt her knees become weak and sank down on them. She stifled her moaning with her free hand and continued ramming her other hand in her pussy. She came like never before. She dropped on all fours breathing heavily. She wished Jake had heard her and would come out to fuck her senseless. She wouldn't mind having her mouth forced on a huge cock at the same time either. But unfortunately, she had to settle with a cigarette in her mouth and a finger lingering on her pussy. Her eyes back on the screen, she saw the black guy assfucking one of the women (was it the blonde?) before shooting all over both women's faces. Jake repeated his routine of pausing the movie to go out for a smoke. Angel grabbed her stuff from the floor and walked to the front of the house. She felt ashamed of having a self inflicted orgasm away from her husband and so close to Jake. She felt she betrayed the friendship between her and Eve even though no physical contact was made. She tilted het head back against the wall, sighed and lit another cigarette dropping all of her belongings to the floor again. Angel was so far gone in her inner thoughts trying to decide what to do with all of this that she did not hear a car approaching. She saw the lights of the car appear from behind some bushes and just stood there watching the car slide past. She stayed put but apparently was not noticed by the driver or the passengers. Her feelings of guilt started to fade and made room for a growing feeling of excitement. She felt like a whole new world had just opened thinking about her standing there nude for all to see and having cum so close to a naked man she knew. Hell's Angel Ch. 02 Angel returned to watch what was playing next on the TV screen. She missed the title of this scene, but saw Big Snake wearing a mask while being tied up to the ceiling, whipped by a woman clad in a hot latex outfit. "Well well, now that's interesting. Maybe Eve should do this to Jake as a punishment for being so sneaky." Latex Lady was excellent in deep throating the big fat cock of Big Snake, but Angel was no longer interested in watching the rest of the movie. She was thinking of ways to let Jake know what he was doing just wasn't right. At least not if Eve was kept out. But Angel knew for sure Eve would not be, since she was disgusted with porn. Angel decided to sleep on it a few days and grabbed her stuff to make her way back home. She wanted to put on her clothes again, but felt naughty and figured she could probably make it home nude with very little risk of being seen at this time of night. Angel indeed returned home without being seen. She was hoping her husband would still be awake for some make up sex, but he wasn't downstairs anymore. It was obvious he had been drinking; five empty bottles of beer were spread across the house. She checked her mobile for missed calls or text messages, but none of both. She still felt angry for his careless attitude, but she needed to get fucked. Angel walked upstairs to their bedroom and heard her husband snoring. She crawled into bed and pushed the sheets down. She took his flaccid dick in her mouth and swirled her tongue around the head starting to suck softly. Her husband stirred a bit but stayed sound asleep. His dick grew to full erection however and Angel straddled his face pushing her still dripping wet slit to his mouth. Angel had to keep shifting to keep her pussy on his mouth. Her husband had never performed decent oral sex on her and even in his sleep; he kept moving his mouth away. Angel stopped her efforts shortly after and rode his dick while he slowly woke up. She faced his feet and imagined it was Jake who grabbed her buttocks and pumped into her instead of her husband. She got off just in time together with her husband, but only because she kept thinking of Jake while rubbing her clit. "Where the fuck have you been all night? I was worried about you!" "Well, not worried enough. Did you come running after me when I left? Did you ever come running after me all the times I ran out during one of our fights?" "No I did not, but that's not answer to my question." "You won't get any answer to your question other than I went out for a walk." Her husband turned around angry and after a couple of minutes dosed off to sleep again. Angel stayed awake, her mind going over the events of the night again. Given how her husband had treated her tonight and for the past couple of years, she felt more attracted to Jake right now. She had thought about him fucking her multiple times in the past hours and she felt attracted to him more and more. Maybe Eve should not be punishing Jake for what he's been doing. Maybe she should do this herself. Well... punishing might not be the exact purpose after all... A plan started to form, but she still needed some time to think about it and prepare. Angel fell asleep a couple of hours later, her mind full with unorganized ideas. Angel was still leisurely soaking in the bath when she heard her husband barge into the house. She heard him stumble on the stairs and knew he came home drunk again. She rinsed off and went upstairs as well. She saw her husband flat out on the bed, face down already snoring. Obviously he had not missed her one second. She went down again and wrote another e-mail to Jake, explaining the first set of rules between the two of them.