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Erica: Price to Pay

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Erica slipped her key in slow and easy, mindful of the clicks and snicks as the tumblers engaged. She winced at every snick of the chambers. She turned the key, freezing as the deadbolt snapped back into the door. She twisted the handle and slowly pushed the door open. As quietly as possible, she stepped inside and then eased the door closed, holding the handle to avoid the sharp click of the latch re-engaging. She slipped off her boots, placed them carefully by the door, and tip-toed in stocking feet to the foot of the stairs. She was two steps up when the living room light snapped on. She whipped her head right, her startled eyes locking with Roger, standing with his hand on the switch by the kitchen door.

“So, you finally decided to come home? And what time do you call this?”

She fronted him out. “I’m not a little girl you know. I can stay out with my friends if I want. I was only over at Sharon’s for Tina’s send-off, as well you know. I thought you’d still be out with Dan, since he’s leaving tomorrow too.”

“Yeah, well he’s got an earlier flight and still has work to do – not like Tina, or you for that matter. You’ll still be sleeping it off while us blokes go out and earn the money to keep you in comfort. You know it’s one in the morning and I’m up at six? Don’t you have any consideration?”

“Stop being such an old man!” she snapped, “And don’t come all that ‘holier than thou’ stuff with me! You know how much I do, running around for the kids, keeping the house nice, looking after you – I deserve something nice now and again.”

Roger backtracked. “That’s not what I mean, and you know it. All I ask is for some consideration now and again.”

“Well we had a lot to talk about. We’re all getting together in May and there’s a lot to arrange.”

Roger’s ears perked up. “Wait – What? Tina and Dan are going to Louisiana. How are you getting together in May?”

She sighed. “We talked about this already. Mandy wants to go see Ed and he’s got a date in New Orleans, so we’re going down to stay with Tina. I told you!”

“Ed? Who the fuck is ‘Ed’?”

“Duhh – Ed Sheeran? Don’t you know anything? Only the hottest ticket around. We’ve been waiting for this tour all year. I told you and you said I could go.”

“I most certainly did not!”

“Did so! Last night. After we’d done it.”

“I did not!”

“OH MY GOD! You are priceless! We were in bed last night and I said we wanted to keep in touch with Tina and Dan, do the fun stuff we always did. You said, ‘suck my dick and you can do whatever the fuck you like’ – so I did, and I am.”

“WHAT!? You have to be fucking joking me right now. I’m always saying shit like that, and you never follow through. I think I also said, ‘If I can fuck your ring I’ll get you one for your finger,’ but I don’t recall your arse being on offer last night. You laughed it off like you usually do! So how come a BJ – sorry – it was more like a lick and spit – earns you a fucking trip to Louisiana?”

“And a concert,” she mumbled.

“What? What did you say?”

“I just said, we are going to a concert, like you agreed. You are unbelievable. You take what you want, and you never let me have anything. I’m going to bed.”

Roger shot forward and grabbed her hand. “Oh no you’re not. I am sick and tired of you spending money we don’t have and making out I’ve promised, or agreed, and that I’m in the wrong. It’s time for you to learn the value of money. How much is this trip going to cost?”

Erica’s eyes were downcast. “I don’t know – not much. We have Airmiles.”

“Airmiles? The same Airmiles we’re using for California next summer for Arizona’s dance contest? The same Airmiles you want to use to go to New York with Sharon for her 40th? How many fucking Airmiles do you think we have? Okay – so, you’re going to a concert too. How much is that?”

“I don’t know. Tina said $250 – that’s a deal!”

“$250?  Yeah, right. More like $350. And then there’s all the fees, taxes, and that’s US right? So, add a third for Canadian. Probably close to $600 just for the ticket. Then there’s flights. Got to be at least $500, maybe $600. And then of course there’s your shopping, fancy restaurants, cocktails. I know how you all like to show off. Probably a bunch of new clothes before you go too. Gotta be two grand, easy. Do you know how long I have to work to have two grand in my pocket, before you spend a penny of it?”

“STOP! Stop going on about money all the time, it makes you sound so cheap!”

“… I bring home about a grand a week after taxes – so what you want to spend on one trip is two weeks work for me – before we even live, fer Christ sakes!”

“SO!? I’m still going. I earned it, keeping house for you and the kids. Besides, Tina got the tickets already – I have to go now. Sharon and Mandy are going so I have to.”

“Oh you do? Well you can, but you’re going to earn the money. And since you already chose to whore out your mouth, you can pay off this trip with the rest of your body. You’ve got, what, four months? Okay – quick math – three sessions a week at $50 a session is $2000 – and I might tip you if you improve your BJ skills. And a bonus for your arse! More than generous!  So, manage that and you can go with my blessing. And you can buy whatever else you want on the same terms – cash upfront though.”

“WHAT? Did you just call me a whore? What are you saying to me?”

“I’m saying, if you want to spend our money, you can earn it. And you already said you gave me a BJ to get me to agree, which is whoring yourself out. Now, no BJ is worth $2000. So you can earn your money, and at a much better rate than I earn. And you have to do what the boss tells you. And I’m the boss. Now, you can agree, or I can cancel your cards and you can go get your own job. Your decision.”

She rolled her eyes. “I suppose you want another BJ? Is that it?”

“Oh my dear, that and SO much more. So I take it you’ll accept my generous offer?

“I don’t see I have a choice. Let’s get it over. Come on then, you pathetic loser.” She started up the stairs.

He grabbed her hand and pulled her back down the stairs. “Now that’s no way to talk to your new boss,” he snapped. “I think we need to instill some discipline before we do anything else.”

He stepped back to the sofa, dragging her forward, then sat and tugged her over his lap in one motion. She gasped as she went down. His knee winded her as she toppled forward, and she had to drop her hands to the floor to stop her fall. She felt very precarious as he hoiked a knee higher to thrust her bottom up and whipped her short skirt over her back. Her knickers were down and off before she could even react, and then Roger started to spank her bottom.

“Yeeooww!” she yelped, “What the fuck, Roger?” she kicked her legs and almost toppled sideways. Roger’s response was to wrap his arm tight around her slim waist and smack her very hard, three, four, five times each blow leaving a hand-print. Erica screamed but stopped her struggle as she realised he meant business.

Roger took her actions as acquiescence. He spanked her then in a more controlled fashion, enjoying the sensations and the delicious view. Her pussy was showing signs of life, and her tight ring winked at him as her cheeks spread when she wriggled and bucked in response to his spanks. Finally, when he judged she was subdued, he eased her off his lap.

“Are we done with the bad behaviour, hmmm?” he asked her, as she lay at his feet. “Ready to get to work?” Erica responded with a glare that could slice him in two. She shifted onto her knees and between his legs, locking eyes defiantly as she reached forward to tug down his zipper.

“Ah, not so fast, we should start the clock,” Roger chuckled as he grabbed his phone and set the timer. I think an hour to start with, given how late it is.”

“You sick, pathetic dick!” she snarled. “Are you ready now?” She made a second grab for his groin.

“I think so, but before you go there you still need to learn who’s in charge. Get up, and kneel on the sofa, face the back and spread your knees.” Elena didn’t move. “NOW!” Roger stood, tugged her to her feet and pushed her forwards.

Erica reluctantly assumed the position. She rested her arms on the low back and stuck her bum out. “Is that what you wanted? You want to fuck me doggy now you’ve spanked my poor ass?”

Roger didn’t reply. He simply slipped his belt off, doubled it over and whipped the strap smartly across her spread cheeks. Erica shrieked and lunged forwards. “Back!” he instructed.

She hesitantly resumed the position. Roger took a moment to examine the red wheal he had raised. He smiled at the perfect dissection of her cheeks, the red stripe and her deep cleft making four neat quadrants. “Ready for another?” he asked. She mumbled assent, so Roger took aim and snapped the belt down again, just below the first stripe. Erica bit off her yelp and thrust out her bottom for more. Roger happily obliged until her cheeks were reddened across their full extent. The redness now was contrasted by the whiteness of the cleft dividing her glowing moons. Roger spread her cheeks wide, eyeing her puckered ring and her weeping pussy beneath. He wet a finger in her pussy and then probed her anus, popping past the tight ring. He felt her ring gripping his finger tip, and his cock twitched still harder at the thought of having her there. But first …

Roger stepped round behind the sofa to where Erica had lain her head on the low back of the Chesterfield. He dropped his pants and underwear and offered his rigid shaft to her. She glanced into his eyes, all challenge gone and replaced wit – what? Desire? He’d not seen that look on her face for many years. She leaned forwards then, and took his cock into her mouth, rolling her tongue around the glans like it was an ice cream cone. She puckered her cheeks and sucked as she flicked her tongue round and round the fat head, then swallowed half his length as she mouth-fucked him.

Gasping, Roger pulled free before he shot his load down her throat. He had so much more to do this night. He went back around the sofa and knelt to suck her pussy and anus. He probed her with his tongue, wetting her ring. Finally he stood, bent his knees and dipped his cock into the welcoming warmth of her pussy. He gave a few deep thrusts, feeling his cock ready to burst. He pulled free then, to aim higher. Knowing his intent, she pushed her bottom outwards. She reached back and spread her cheeks, widening her ring as she did so. Roger positioned the top of his cock on her ring and pushed, pushed, pushed. Her ring resisted his assault, so he lubed her again with his fingers, lubed up his cock with saliva and tried again. This time he felt her ring spread and he was inside.

“Slowly!” gasped Erica, “It’ so big – it hurts but it’s so good!”

Roger felt Erica ease backwards onto him. He pushed forwards in response until his cock was buried halfway inside her rectum, and then he pulled back. He pulled out fully and entered her again. She yielded more easily this time, but her ring was so deliciously tight he knew he couldn’t last. He pulled out again, wanting that tightness round his cock as he slid past the constricting band of muscle. As he pushed past her ring once more, he felt his orgasm grow and his cock stiffened. His cum shot from him just as the alarm went off on his phone.

*****

The alarm was still ringing as Roger’s fuddled brain fought to stay in the moment. As he came to fully he found himself lying on the sofa. As he moved he felt a wet patch on the blanket underneath him. He lay for a moment to lock in the dream before it evaporated with the morning light. Finally he roused and made his way quietly to the bedroom to find his work clothes, careful not to rouse Erica. He needed to get in early to see his supervisor about some extra hours, but maybe tonight, he thought, I might have a stern conversation with my spendthrift wife.

Rebekkah : Adriana’s Turn

Continued from Rebekkah:Pay the Piper. Go back to the beginning HERE

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Adriana had tiptoed from the bedroom thanks to the distraction provided by Sarah and Rebekkah. Once outside she’d dived for her car, started up and slammed it into reverse almost in one movement. She shot backwards, narrowly missing Maggie’s cruiser parked by the gate. She clipped the fence post, though, and took out the mailbox. She didn’t even stop to check the damage to her car as she slammed it into drive nd fishtailed on the snow-packed gravel roadway. She sped away, sobbing and unable to see clearly.

Adriana reached the end of the private road before she knew where she was. She was forced to whip the wheel to the right to keep from shooting straight across the road and into the trees beyond. The sudden change in direction caused the rear to break free on the still-slick surface, and she fought to control the car as it snaked wildly across the road. Time slowed and every twist and turn happened in slow motion. On one snap she lost control and the car whipped round once, twice before the hard-locked wheels caught on a dry piece of pavement and the car began to slow its wild ride. The car came to rest diagonally across the two-lane road. Thoroughly shaken, she straightened the wheel and pulled the car over into a wide pull-off. She sat, gripping the wheel tightly as she fought to control her sobbing and breathing. Gradually she calmed, and she leaned back into the seat. Her hands shook as she lay her head back, closed her eyes and took deep breaths.

She eased the seatback down so that she was partly reclined, and allowed herself to relax. As she felt her breathing calm, her mind began to play back through the events of the evening. She recalled walking in to the bedroom to see her best friends fondling the very fine penis of their bound captive. Oh yes, she’d been quite impressed by him, although admittedly she didn’t have that much experience to draw on. The sight of Sarah sitting on his chest and stroking his shaft whilst Beks fondled his balls turned her n immediately. She hadn’t even realised he’d been bound at that point. But then when Rebekkah had told her how he’d attacked her, she’d been disgusted at herself for being turned on – couldn’t really understand why the girls were playing with him so. She wanted to punish him for what he’d done, what so many men would do – had done to her. But then she recalled watching Sarah smack him with the hairbrush, each hard smack leaving a white oval that flooded pink. Well, now that was a definite turn-on. She would have loved to snatch that brush from her hand and blast his hairy ass herself. She’d played around with spanking of course – so many boys wanted to do it – but this was her first time witnessing the act at first hand, and the first time seeing a boy’s ass up for punishment. She loved watching the brush snap down, the ripple and shudder of his cheeks, his swaying balls as he jerked away – so hot!

She popped the top button of her jeans as she allowed her mind to replay the spanking again and again. Her hand slid inside and downwards. She wriggled her hand down so her finger could slide along her wet groove as she recalled again his rosy, firm buttocks being smacked harder and harder, his bollocks swaying in time and his arse puckering. Oh yes! His arse! She had almost forgotten the sight of his arse plugged up with the ginger as Sarah whipped him with the strap and fingered herself.

‘Oh my God!’ she laughed to herself, ‘I so have to find me a boy to whip!’ Her finger flicked around and over her clit as she replayed her mental movie screen, the strap whipping down across his firm, taught buttocks – only this time it was she holding the strap, and he was begging her for more, his cock hard and hot beneath. And then suddenly the buttocks before her were not male – she was strapping Maggie – that cow who had slapped her and threatened her. YES! She imagined whipping Maggie now, striping her cheeks time and again, fucking her bum with the ginger in between strokes, Maggie panting and crying and groaning. Her fingers flashed quickly as she brought herself closer and closer, all the time picturing Maggie, then Josh under her strap, stroking Josh’s cock then reaming Maggie with the ginger plug. She felt herself climbing, climbing and … and …. release. Her hand slowed, but she wasn’t done yet. She wanted to probe her own bottom, imaging what the ginger might be like. She eased her jeans down past her knees so she could spread her thighs. She slicked her finger in her wetness and slid it further back, teasing at her tight hole beneath. She lifted her buttocks and then popped a finger in and rotated, sliding in and out, in and out. Boyfriends had tried to finger her bum before but she’d always stopped them, fearful of going all the way with anal – it was too scary and it had never really been her thing – but now, having watched Josh being reamed and her imaginings of doing the same to a lush female ass, she was desperate to explore.

With her middle finger she teased her tight bud, popping in and out past the muscle ring. As she did so she slipped her thumb into her pussy, then gently squeezed her thumb and finger together through the thin membrane before sliding her thumb upwards again to her clit. Back and forth she went, revelling in the new sensations until she felt her orgasm rising again. This time she rode her own anal finger as she climbed again, fucking herself as her pleasure ripped through her once more. Drained, she collapsed backwards into the seat, totally spent.

She awoke a while later, shivering in her nakedness now the car had lost its heat. She reached her hands down to grasp her jeans, about to tug them back up her thighs when her crotch was suddenly illuminated by a bright white light, followed by a rap on the window. She turned her face to the light, but it was too bright to see the person beyond. The light moved then, and she found herself looking directly into the eyes of Maggie just beyond the glass.

What will Maggie do now? What are Rebekkah and Sarah doing with Josh back at the house? Where is Nanna? So much more to cum …  

Into the Woods pt 1

Adam ambled along the wooded path enjoying the summer sun and revelling in the peace and quiet. He relished this Sunday morning escape from the hustle and bustle of life at home. He was ostensibly out to fetch the paper but he always liked to take the long route on nice days. It gave him a chance to escape the madness of a house with three small children and a wife who barely had the energy to function, let alone fuck.

Peace and quiet had been in short supply in the Woods household ever since the arrival of their first-born, Nate. It became positively extinct just a year later when the twins were born. Three was never in the plans. Adam recalled the day Maggie had phoned him at work with news of her pregnancy, and then the bombshell announcement of twins at the first scan. The thought of three kids all within a year hit him square in the face, though it might as well have been a kick in the balls. He’d had virtually no use for them for the last year. Their sex life had gone from fizzing to flatlined throughout Maggie’s pregnancy with the twins, and for six months afterwards. Now, with the twins almost a year old and Nate approaching two, there was barely a moment to sleep, let alone fuck. What sex they had now was quick, basic and frankly, boring. He wasn’t ungrateful – how could a man be ungrateful to have kids in his life, but he did miss the bedroom adventures he and Maggie enjoyed before the kids. Adam stopped and thought. When was the last time Maggie had blown him? He couldn’t remember. Certainly she had not wanted his face anywhere near her pussy in a year or more. He tried to recall when he’d last actually seen her with her thighs spread wide and her sex gaping for his cock. He shook his head to remove the vision of her feet up in stirrups, and focused instead on earlier times.

As he wandered along, Adam thought back to sex before kids. Maggie had always been an initiator. Her favourite technique when she wanted his dick was to be waiting, kneeling on all fours with knees spread. One time she had been in the living room and she had positioned herself so that the first thing he saw as he entered the room was her wet, willing cunt. Sometimes she’d be using a vibrator, sliding slowly in and out of her juicy slit. He smiled as he recalled what she’d be saying.

“Better get in here big boy, if you want a piece of this action. I’m getting close!”

At that he would drop down behind her and push his face into her wetness, tongue thrusting like a little dick. She loved to be licked out from behind, and she would push back against his face as he lapped. The thought of gripping her butt cheeks and tonguing her cleft, bum and pussy had his cock raging instantly. Adam had to push a hand into his shorts to free his cock from the knot in his pants. He squeezed himself, rubbing the clear, sticky fluid around his glans and continued to play the porn reel in his mind.

Maggie had loved to kneel on the edge of the bed so that Adam could kneel on the floor behind her, his face level with her wet, juicy, welcoming pussy. He could almost taste the bitter-sweet juices on his tongue and the tang of her anus as he rimmed her. His tongue poked out as he recalled jabbing it past the defensive ring of muscle, lubricating her back passage for a finger or thumb. They’d never got as far as actual anal sex, though he’d tried to convince her many times. Once when they’d been spooning he’d been pressing his cock head against her anus, lubricated with cunt and cock juices. She’d shifted somehow and he had popped past the tight ring to that his cock head was inside her passage. Before he knew it though, she had quickly shifted forward and his cock was ejected from her bum. He had lived with that almost-but-not quite experience for many years, extending the moment into a full-on arse fuck. He began to imagine again how it would go. His erection was painfully hard as he imagined standing behind Maggie, then pressing his cockhead against her anus. He could almost feel the tightness around his shaft as her bum stretched to welcome his hardness. He would fuck her then, slowly drilling his cock deep into her passage, then withdrawing part way as she moaned and thrust back against him.

The images in his mind increased the urgency he felt in his pants. He squeezed his cock again through the cotton shorts, but this just made things worse. He had to relieve himself. He looked around and spotted a narrow trail off the main path and ducked down it to find some privacy. A short way down he found a small clearing. He quickly unzipped and freed his cock, and began to stroke himself slowly as he continued his personal porn reel. He imagined Maggie sucking his balls, popping each into her mouth and gently tonguing him. He needed more freedom, so he quickly stripped off his jacket and dropped it on the grass. He dropped his shorts and pants, sat on his jacket and leaned back against a tree. Now he had both hands free to fondle balls and shaft together.

He went back to the image of Maggie on all fours. He’d spanked Maggie a few times, nothing too hard, but now he wanted to really spank her to release some of the pent-up frustration he felt. He reset his mental image and had her on her knees again, bum high in the air. He could feel the smoothness of her buttocks as he stroked her, preparing for the first strike, then SMACK, SMACK. Two spanks hard enough to leave red imprints. She’d moan and thrust out for more and he would spank her milky cheeks again and again, turning the pristine flesh pink. She would be moaning, writhing and bucking with each firm spank, egging hom on to spank her more, harder. He would spank the sensitive flesh of her bum cleft too, stinging the tight ring with sharp slaps as Maggie fingered her pussy, grazing her clit with a manicured nail then finger-fucking herself in time with his spanks.

Adam’s hand stroked up and down, surrounding his cock head then sliding right down to cup his balls as he played his personal movie. He coul hear Maggie urging him on, “Fuck, spank me harder, hit me again, aggghh, fuck, you bastard. Keep going, keep going!” Adam stroked himself up and down, squeezing his balls in time with his imagined spanks. He increasing his pace in time with his imagined spanking of Maggie and her thrusting fingers as his excitement rose.

She would dirty-talk him to drive him insane, his cock twitching and dripping as he spanked her until his hand stung. Her cheeks were red and blotchy, her bum hole pulsating with each stinging slap. She urged him on again, “Spank my pussy, fuck! You bastard! Spank my pussy NOW!”

He squeezed his eyes tightly to keep the image clear in his mind and he pictured himself spanking her mound with a cupped hand, four, five times as her orgasm built to a crescendo. With his left hand he gently rolled and squeezed his balls as his right hand continued to pump, more swiftly now in time with his pussy spanking. He felt the spunk rising and he forced himself to slow, enjoy the agony as his orgasm built. His whole body went rigid as his cock stiffened still more for those delicious seconds as the spunk shot up from his balls, along his shaft and erupted in a geyser from his glans. He shuddered and gently stroked the last of the cum from his shaft, and lay back against the tree trunk, enjoying the aftermath of a very enjoyable wank. The warm sun and lack of sleep soon had him dozing.

As he dozed he could feel Maggie playing with his cock, trying to entice life back into the slumbering beast. He moaned at her to stop, to let him rest. He felt a sharp prod in his balls and his eyes shot open. The bright sunlight temporarily blinded him, and he was momentarily confused to find himself outdoors. As his eyes adjusted he looked up to see two women standing over him. The younger one had her phone pointed at him and he heard the shutter sound as she took a picture of his exposed, flaccid cock. The older woman standing next to her poked his flaccid manhood with her walking stick. Adam quickly covered his nakedness with his hands. The older woman smacked his fingers sharply with her stick and he pulled his hands back in surprise.

“See what all the fuss is about, Amanda?” the older woman asked her colleague as she lifted Adam’s tackle with her stick. She sighed, “I’ve never understood boys and their urges. Back when I was a Head Mistress I would hear every day about boys showing their little dicks to the girls. And every day would end in tears.” She looked at her colleague and smiled, “They never seemed that keen to drop their trousers in my office, I can tell you my dear. And after they;d spent 20 minutes over my knee, I’m sure they thought twice about waving their parts around in public. Shame they stopped that sort of thing in my opinion. Look at the result.” With that she pointed her stick at Adam’s manhood again and he shrank back against the tree. “Did you get a good picture of him exposing himself dear?”

Amanda was staring lustfully at Adam’s penis and she started at the question. “Yes, yes I did, aunt Grace,” she stammered. ” I got some film of him wanking off too. Really good film.” She sighed at the thought of the graphic images waiting for her in the quiet of her room later.

“Amanda! Language please. Now, what to do with this young chap. We can’t have young men lying around with no trousers, playing with their bits and pieces whenever they feel the urge. I wonder if we should call the police. What do you think, Amanda?”

Amanda looked Adam up and down, and her eyes rested once more on his groin. “Oh, I think we can probably deal with this ourselves Aunty. After all, as you said, you had a sure-fire way to stop naughty boys waving their privates at the girls. I’m sure we could employ the same solution with this chap.” She stooped down and snatched up Adam’s shorts. She pulled his wallet out and fished for his driver’s licence, “Mr Adam Woods.”

Adam looked up at the pair beseechingly. What would happen now? They had his clothes, they knew his name, they had pictures. He’d lose his job if this got out, not to mention Maggie, the kids, his friends. He tried to speak, but words wouldn’t come.

To be continued ….