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She surprises him with threesome

About a month after we moved into the house I decided to tease Sean through his workday. The first time I called him was about 9:30am; I told him that I was wearing one of his shirts and a lacey lavender thong and starting to masturbate on his bed, where I could smell him all around me. I hung up quickly and waiting till about 1:00 pm to call back, this time I whispered dirty thoughts into his ear while he was at a meeting where he couldn’t respond to me and then hung up again rather quickly.

After that call I decided to call a girlfriend of mine. She was bi and very cute. Some people often mistook us for sisters, twin sisters! I invited her to come for dinner, telling her that I wanted her to wear something sexy and slutty and for her to come around 4:00 pm. She agreed to come over and I smiled to myself as I hung up the phone. I started cooking because once she was here I didn’t want to have to deal with that mess.

Dressed in a black mini with white thigh highs and a sheer lavender blouse I answered the door when Sheila rang the bell. We hugged and laughed when we realized we were dressed almost identically.

“Put your bag in this room”, I said pointing to the master bedroom, “let me show you the rest of the house”

After showing her the rest of the house we got set to make Sean’s night. She sat in the armchair directly across from my front door and I sat between her legs on the ottoman. At first we teased each other a little, kissing and fondling like two experimenting teenagers. My fingers moved across her shaven cunt gently, teasing her as I licked down her neck and chest slowly. I flicked my tongue across her nipple at the same time I dove a finger deep into her cunt. Sheila let out a soft moan as I began to move my way down her body, licking and biting gently as I went. My fingers were spreading her cunt lips open so when my tongue met my fingers I would already be inside her.

Sheila leaned back in the chair pushing her skirt up and opening her blouse so that her bare breasts were exposed, I repositioned myself so that I was lying on the ottoman and slowly began licking her cunt, looking into her eyes while I did so. I stuck my tongue firmly against her clit and slid it all around the sweet nub, making it swell as I finger fucked her tight hole. Then without warning I stuck my tongue deep inside her, burying my face in her cunt, sucking it and licking it too. My other hand roamed up to feel her breasts, first gently then more forcefully. ” Mmmmm” she moaned.

We heard Sean’s key in the door and all we did was slide my skirt up so he could see my shaven cunt hang out while I ate Shelia’s cunt. As the door opened we both looked at Sean with a look that almost said oops we’ve been caught, then we smiled as we saw Sean’s expression.

” By all means ladies, do not let me interrupt” Sean said as he sat down across from us, turning on a lamp next to him so he could see what was going on. I began to fuck Sheila with my tongue again, now using my fingers on myself while Sean watched me.

Behind me I heard Sean unzip his pants slowly, “mmmmm” I moaned into Sheila’s cunt thinking that Sean was going to stroke his cock watching us. He did for a minute then I felt him behind me… his fingers brushing mine aside then moving into my cunt and pumping hard, he whispered to me “you’re a bad slut, calling me today at work and teasing me like that and then eating a cunt before I could come home and use you.”

I felt him pull his finger out of me and before I knew what was going on Sean entered me with his cock hard and fast, driving me deeper into Sheila’s cunt. She moaned loud and so did I, and Sean slowly began to fuck me from behind, pulling my hair back so he could see my tongue work on Sheila’s cunt.

Sean pulled his dick out of my cunt slowly and told me to move; as I stood up he slapped my ass and told me not to go far. Looking at Sheila as he positioned himself between her legs he asked, ” may I?” She looked at me and I nodded, it was my turn to watch, I sat on the floor right next to them and watched Sean enter that pink cunt I was just licking, slowly my legs opened and my fingers moved into my cunt as I watched them. Looking back and forth between their faces as they enjoyed themselves.

I sat up and leaned in close to Sheila and slid my finger along her cunt as Sean was fucking her, she squealed with excitement as I did this, so I took it a step further and leaned in and began to lick her clit while Sean fucked her, occasionally licking his cock too. Sean pulled his cock out of Sheila’s cunt and moved towards my mouth.

“Lick her cunt off my dick baby,” Sean said to me, pushing his cock into my mouth. Sean was standing over me as I sat on the floor with my legs spread. Opening my mouth I gently licked his dick all the way around it, letting him watch her cum gather onto my tongue. While I was doing this Sheila positioned herself between my legs and began to lick my cunt slowly. I took Sean’s cock deep into my throat, sucking it hungrily as Sheila worked my cunt with her mouth. Sean looked into my eyes as he started to fuck my mouth faster and Sheila continued to eat my cunt.

“Sheila come here,” I whispered as I pulled Sean’s cock out of my mouth, I gently kissed her and brought Sean’s cock to her mouth. Sheila took his cock into her mouth and gently sucked it, while I watched. Occasionally licking her lips or his balls.

Sean pulled his cock out of Sheila’s mouth and told me to go lie on the couch. Doing as he asked, I watched as he told Sheila to straddle my face. She did this, facing Sean as he entered my cunt slowly, I began to lick her cunt again as Sean started to fuck me harder. He was fondling her breasts and fucking me. This was turning me on. The next thing I new Sean had pulled his cock out of my tight cunt and entered my ass slowly. He grabbed Sheila by the hair and told her to eat my cunt while he fucked my ass.

He picked up the pace of his thrusts as Sheila ate me; she used her stiff tongue to fuck me and her fingers too, repeating whatever I did to her. Sean watched it all and before long he was Cumming deep inside my ass. As he erupted inside me, I also began to cum. Sheila soon followed with an orgasm of her own. We all sat on the couch together in a state of disbelief of what had just happened. I had been with Sheila before but never with Sean at the same time.

“I hope that wasn’t dinner baby,” Sean said wickedly, “because now I have worked up an appetite”. Giggling I stood up and pulled my skirt back down saying “dinner is in the oven.”

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Intruder attacks lady in her bathroom

I turned the water off, then dipped my toe delicately in.

I hummed with satisfaction; it was just right. It was so rare that I had the chance of some time alone to enjoy a long luxurious bath, but having just finished a big project at work and with my husband away on a business trip, I had an evening to myself and I wanted everything to be just perfect. It was; the bath was full with water not too hot, not too cold, heaped high with mounds of glistening foam from the scented bubble bath I hardly ever got a chance to use. Candles were lit, casting a soft flickering glow and transforming the bathroom into a different and exciting setting, and I could just hear the soft music playing from my bedroom. It was the perfect bath.

I smiled to myself, thinking of all the things I could do alone in that perfect bath, untied the cord of my robe and slipped it off my shoulders, left naked in my empty house. I stepped into the bath with my right foot, letting the warm water engulf up it to my calf, and stood there for a moment, pleasuring myself with the anticipation of letting my body slide into the hot embrace.

It was then that the attack came.

I didn’t hear anything, there was no warning. Suddenly, strong arms wrapped around me from behind, one around my waist, one over my mouth, covering the instinctive scream with a leather glove, and I was roughly dragged backwards out of the bath.

I was too shocked even to process what was happening, but some sort of survival instinct kicked in, and I began to struggle, kicking out and bucking my body in an attempt to wriggle out of his grasp. I was only stilled by the harsh, guttural whisper of a strange man in my ear.

“Stop fighting, bitch, or I’ll kill you.”

I screamed, but his leather glove over my mouth turned my shriek into a muffled whimper, and what was the use anyway? Our house stood well apart from our neighbours, and they were on holiday, and I was all alone in the house.

It was the shock of that thought that stunned me into silence. No-one was around to help me. No-one even knew that I was being attacked!

The stranger misinterpreted my silence as the result of his threat. “That’s better, good girl.” He rubbed his gloved thumb across my cheek in a parody of a caress. “So you know there’s no point screaming, right? So I can take my hand off your mouth?”

I nodded, tears forming in my eyes as I fought to breathe.

“Good girl,” he repeated, and lifted his hand from my mouth.

I gulped in air and immediately launched a flood of pleas. “Please, whoever you are – don’t hurt me. We’ve got lots of valuable stuff, you can take whatever you want, just please, please don’t hurt me -”

He yanked painfully on my hair, hard enough that several strands parted company with my scalp, and the pain shocked me into silence. “Just because you’re not screaming doesn’t mean you can talk, bitch. I didn’t come here to listen to you blabber.”

Despite what he’d said, I went on pleading, too scared by his threat to stay quiet. “Really, you can take whatever you want, I don’t -”

He muffled my mouth with his hand again, cutting off my words. “You really don’t learn, do you? You must be one stupid bitch. And as for take whatever I want -” His other hand moved upwards from my waist, cupping my left breast and squeezing it lewdly. “You’d better believe I will.”

I screamed desperately into his gloved hand.

He laughed in my ear, a strange and cruel sound. “”Still not learning, are you? Well, I’ll find a better use for that mouth soon enough.” He kneed me hard in the back. “Move, bitch.”

He pushed me and I stumbled forward. My bare toes and heels scrabbled on the carpet as he pushed me ahead of him out of the bathroom door, still keeping an iron grip on my waist and mouth. He guided me as I struggled helplessly, into the hall and then right through the door into the bedroom I shared with my husband. Even caught in the grip of blind panic, I thought how strange it was that he seemed to know his way around our house. Maybe he was someone we knew, someone we’d invited in unthinking, heedless of the danger – one of my husband’s co-workers, a casual acquaintance, someone who’d delivered something?

Then he threw me down at the foot of the bed. My head cracked hard against the headboard and I knew that no-one I’d ever known could inflict such casual pain on me. This man really was a stranger, come from god knows where, appearing suddenly out of the darkness of all my worst nightmares.

As I reeled, dizzy with pain and blinking back tears, he grabbed a fistful of my hair and dragged me up to a kneeling position, standing over me like the angel of death. Facing him for the first time, I saw that he was wearing a balaclava. With his free hand, he began to unbuckle his belt.

I had always thought I’d be brave if I was attacked with a stranger and threatened with rape, thought I would fight. Instead I begged helplessly, blind with panic, “No, no please, don’t rape me, please, I’ll do anything -”

The sight of his dick springing free from his trousers shocked me into silence. Partly with horror, and partly with something else … It was semi-erect, still delicately flushed with blood, long and thick just how I liked them, and how could I have a thought like that at a time like this?!

He didn’t give me much time to think about it. “You’re right, you will do anything.” He took his dick in his fist. “But it looks like I’m not quite ready right now … what are you going to do about it, bitch?”

His meaning was unmistakable. I shut my mouth tight, shook my head as much as I could without yanking my hair from its roots. “Mmph mmm mmph!”

“Too good to suck my dick, are you? Don’t you know that’s what whores do? They put their hot little mouths on their master’s dick, and get him all hard and ready to fuck them.”

“I’m not a whore!” I burst out, too insulted by what he’d said to think about whether it was wise to argue.

“You’re right, you’re not.” He yanked on my hair, forcing my head back, so my neck was tilted back painfully and I was forced to look up at his face looking down on me. “But you wish you were, don’t you? That’s what you dream about when you’re all alone, isn’t it? Being a worthless whore on the street who’ll suck a stranger’s dick, let him do anything to her …”

I shook my head in silent denial. How could he know about my secret fantasies, the ones I’d never confided to anyone except my husband, the ones that woke me up in the middle of the night yearning to touch myself?

“See, I know what you want.” He rubbed his dick over my cheek. I could feel it growing harder, already wet with pre-come at the tip. “So open wide.”

With that, he hauled so hard on my hair that I cried out with pain. Immediately he rammed his dick into my gaping, open mouth. I screamed again as I was orally violated, but the sound was muffled by the dick in my mouth. Not releasing his grip on my hair, he started to thrust in and out in a smooth even motion as I fought for breath.

“Suck it, bitch,” he panted. “Go on … use your tongue … show me what a little slut you are …”

Blinking back tears, I did what he told me. Wanting only to calm down the violent thrusting into my mouth, I licked frantically and swirled my tongue against him, the way that my husband liked me to. My attacker moaned, but instead of slowing down and letting me take him at my own pace, he thrust harder and faster, leaving me with my choice but to fasten my mouth around him. I sucked as hard as I could, tears of humiliation mingling with the sweat on my face, as he ravaged my mouth, slamming in again and again, harder and further than anyone had gone before. The violence and the power in him terrified me so much that I sucked desperately on him, alternately struggling for breath and struggling to please him, afraid of what he would do to me if I didn’t satisfy him … Maybe I was just a slut after all …

My attacker grunted and came, flooding my mouth with his hot, salty come. I fought not to gag, automatically keeping it in my mouth, and then as he pulled away, bent over to spit it out, not caring about the carpet or anything but getting rid of him as soon as possible.

But he reached down and caught my chin, keeping me from opening my mouth. “Uh-uh. Whores don’t get to spit out their master’s spunk. They swallow it and they say ‘thank you, sir’.”

Weeping with rage and humiliation, I forced myself to gulp down the come inside my mouth – me, who wouldn’t even swallow for my husband! I wanted to retch at the salty taste, but at the same time something inside me tingled at being forced to do something so depraved, so disgusting. I swallowed all of it and then looked up at him, unconsciously waiting for his next order.

He shook my chin gently but with an unmistakable threat. “Say ‘thank you, sir’.”

“Thank you, sir,” I whispered.

He caressed my face in a way that seemed almost gentle. “Good little cocksucker.” Then, so suddenly I couldn’t even begin to fight, he bent down, grabbed my shoulders and lifted me to my feet, throwing me backwards so that I landed on the bed with the breath stolen from my lungs.

Before I could do anything, he was on top of me. I lifted my hands to cover myself, but he grabbed my wrists and forced them away from my body, down on the bed where he could secure them with his knees. I was trapped, helpless and naked underneath him.

“No, no, please,” I sobbed, brokenly. “Please, no more …”

“Oh, we’re not done yet, bitch.” He took my breasts in his hands, lifting and squeezing, rubbing his thumbs across my nipples. The smooth leather felt slippery and soothing against my skin. Then he shifted his weight and ran his right hand down my stomach. “Time to see how much of a slut you really are.”

Forcing his hand between my legs, he pushed his fingers into my pussy. Finding my clit, he rolled it roughly between finger and thumb, making my hips buck instinctively underneath him. “Oh yeah, you like that don’t you?”

“No, no, I don’t!” I shrieked desperately.

“Oh yeah? That why your pussy is so wet and inviting it’s making me hard again?” He moved backwards, grabbed my leg and pulled it roughly to the side. Without any preparation, he rammed his dick, hard again, deep into my pussy.

I screamed as my channel was roughly filled, my hands pushing ineffectually against his arms, his chest as he took hold of each of my thighs and pulled me further on to him, the hard thrust of his dick inside me scattering my thoughts until I could only cry, “Stop … stop …”

“Whores don’t say ‘stop’,” he taunted me, thrusting into me, his cruel voice tight with desire. “They say ‘thank you sir for your big dick inside me, fuck me harder, sir, please …’”

“Please!” I shouted. “Please, please stop!”

“Your pussy doesn’t say stop.” It was true; I could feel myself melting against him, my treacherous juices flooding my pussy, making it wet and inviting and easy for him as he rammed into me. I had never been taken like this, it was everything that my husband’s gentle lovemaking wasn’t, and yet … it was hot, it was getting me so hot!

“No,” I moaned, not sure whether I was talking to him or my own awful responses.

“You’re still not saying the right words, slut.” He began to rub hard on my clitoris, circling it roughly with his thumb, too hard, too rough, too much to take …

“No … no … AAAAAARGH!” I screamed as an orgasm blasted through me, irresistible like a volcano and hot like lava coursing through my veins, my body shuddering and convulsing helplessly.

My attacker didn’t stop, didn’t break his pace, didn’t even slow down, just kept ramming remorselessly into me, and to my horror I felt myself responding, getting even hotter, wanting him more. How could this happen to me?! How could I be enjoying this? And yet I was …

And even those thoughts went scattering as he slid his hands underneath my hips and lifted me up, so that I was impaled on his dick, my legs waving helplessly in the air as he thrust into me. The new angle was even more degrading; he was just using me, using my open, wet pussy, pleasuring himself as I dangled helplessly, shuddering with every thrust. Sex wasn’t supposed to be like this, it was supposed to be something beautiful; this was ugly and brutal, treating me like a toy just there for his pleasure.

But none of my frantic thoughts made a difference to the orgasm building in me again.

“Say you want it,” he gasped above the sounds of our bodies smacking together. “Say you want it … say you want it all in you, bitch …”

“I want it,” I moaned, lost forever in the haze of this brutal fucking. “I want it … Fuck me … Fuck me harder, master, please!”

With a grunt of effort, he braced my hips and buried himself deep inside me, flooding me with his come. I was coming too, the thrill of begging for cock like a whore sending me over the edge, coming apart at the seams as body and mind were annihilated with the rush of unbelievable pleasure.

There was a long silence filled with pants and sighs as we both came down from our amazing orgasms. Then my attacker pushed himself upright and pulled off his ski-mask …

“Was it everything you wanted, babe?” my husband asked.

“Yes. Oh, yes,” I sighed, looking up at the love of my life through hazy eyes heavy-lidded with the aftermath of pleasure. “How was it for you?”

He smiled and brushed my hair away from my face. “I enjoyed it more than I thought I would, this fantasy of yours.”

“I knew you’d like it,” I purred contentedly.

“Maybe we should do it again tomorrow night,” he suggested.

I winced, feeling already how deliciously sore I was from the hard fucking. “I don’t know about that!”

“You may not have a choice,” he teased me.

I groaned. “I’ve created a monster!”

But I didn’t mind at all.

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