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PUNISHING KINKY SLUTS

6 HARDCORE STORIES

Ashley Embers

Copyright 2018 by Ashley Embers

EROTIC FILTH PUBLICATIONS

DISCLAIMER: These stories are intended for a mature audience only! Contains explicit, graphic sex and language, including rough and aggressive sex, dirty talk, anal sex, alpha males, bdsm, lesbians, threesomes, femdom, romance and more. Not intended for individuals under the age of 18 or those with a weak constitution. All characters are 18 years old.


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TABLE OF CONTENTS

PUNISHING THE BABYSITTER

PUNISHING THE NEIGHBOR

CAUGHT & PUNISHED

PUNISHING THE SLUT

PUNISHING THE ROOMMATE

PUNISHING THE EX

 

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PUNISHING THE BABYSITTER

 

As a single dad in his early 30’s, Tim Wilkins rarely had any time to himself. His ex-wife was a junky piece of shit who couldn’t stay clean and hadn’t been in his or their daughters life for over two years now. Sometimes it felt like all he did was work and take care of his daughter, Katie.

Except Wednesday nights. That was the one night all week he had to himself. Tim and his college buddies got together to play poker and then usually ended up at some bar downtown, getting drunk and hitting on women like the old days.

The reason he had Wednesday nights to himself was because one of the young women in his complex came over to baby-sit Katie. Her name was Amy and she was a hottie, 21 years old and a college student at the local community college. She didn’t have school on Thursdays, so every Wednesday night she came over after Katie went to sleep at 9pm and kept an eye on things for Tim.

Amy was the kind of girl that Tim had chased around when he was younger. She was tiny, barely over 5 feet tall and just north of 100 pounds. She had long blonde hair, a cute face with a bit of a hard edge, and an incredible body. And if Tim could believe what he’d heard around the condominium complex, she was on the slutty side, with different young men coming out of her condo on a regular basis.

As ashamed as he was to admit it, this last part was the main reason he’d asked Amy to watch Katie instead of someone else. He’d caught himself fantasizing about her numerous times over the past year but didn’t know how to approach her romantically, or what she would do if he did. He hoped that one night he’d come home from his night out and be drunk enough to make a pass at her and see where it led. So far, he hadn’t gone there, but he figured it was just a matter of time until he did. It was wrong, and he knew it, but it was the truth, no matter how much he tried to convince himself otherwise.

Amy knocked on the door right at 9pm, just as she did every Wednesday night. She was always punctual, among other things. And one of those other things was she was always sexy as hell, but especially on this evening.

Tim answered the door to see her standing there wearing a pink t-shirt that was tied off just below her small, perky tits and a pair of tiny jean shorts that barely covered her ass. It was the perfect outfit to show off her tight, tiny, tanned body.

“Come on in,” Tim said after admiring her for an uncomfortable length of time. He just couldn’t take his eyes off her.

If Amy noticed, it didn’t bother her. In fact, she seemed to revel in his gaze, far more so than ever before. She even flashed him a little glance as she entered his condo, looking over her shoulder to see if he was still looking at her.

Which he was, of course. How could he not with that much flesh showing?

“Sorry about my outfit,” Amy said, smiling at him. “I was running late and had to come straight from work.”

“Where do you work?” Tim asked. He didn’t even know she had a real job.

“Shooter’s, over by the college,” she said.

“Ahh,” Tim replied. “That explains the outfit.”

Shooter’s was a local bar that hired only the hottest woman around as waitresses, then dressed them up in skimpy outfits just like the one Amy had on to lure in the male customers.

“Yes it does,” Amy said.

“I didn’t know you worked there,” Tim said.

“I just started a couple weeks ago,” she replied.

“Does that mean you won’t be available on Wednesday nights any more?”

“Of course not, silly,” Amy said, flashing him a sweet smile. “I wouldn’t do that to you. I told them I needed Wednesday nights off.”

Tim let out a (slightly) exaggerated sigh. “Thank goodness. I don’t know what I’d do without Wednesday nights to myself.”

“Oh, I’m sure you could think of something,” Amy said, her smile morphing from sweet to sly.

Tim didn’t know what to make of that, so he just pressed on. “Okay, nothing different about tonight. Katie is already asleep, as usual, but just like always, make sure you follow the rules. No drugs, don’t drink any of my booze, don’t break any furniture, and most importantly, don’t bring any boys over here, okay?”

“I wouldn’t dream of doing any of those things,” Amy said, flashing Tim her pearly whites, giving him her most innocent look.

“You promise?” Tim said, half-jokingly.

“I promise,” Amy replied.

“Okay, then I’m outta here,” Tim said, heading towards the door. “I’ll be home around two o’clock.”

“Have fun tonight,” Amy said. “Don’t get in too much trouble.”

“I’ll try no to,” Tim said. He closed the door behind him and heard Amy lock it. After a long sigh, he turned and headed towards the parking lot.

 

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As soon as Tim parked the car in the lot, he knew immediately something was wrong. He couldn’t put his finger on it specifically, but the closer he came to his condo, the more his gut started to burn.

He’d had a really good night, won a couple hundred bucks playing cards, bought a few rounds of drinks, hit on a few women. But even though he could have easily gotten in the pants of one, he’d held off. He knew why, even if he wouldn’t admit it aloud. He wanted to keep open the possibility of making a move on Amy tonight, even though he was pretty sure he wouldn’t have the balls to actually follow through on it.

But now, as he approached his front door, hitting on Amy was the last thing on his mind. He could hear two voices through the door, one male and one female. And it was too loud to be the TV.

Fuming, Tim opened the door. And sure enough, there they were, a young man and Amy, curled up next to each other on the couch, the young man’s arms wrapped around Amy and her legs intertwined in his.

“What the fuck is going on here?” Tim said, talking forcefully but not so loud that he’d wake up Katie, who was sleeping in the room on the other side of the condo.

“Oh shit,” Amy said, bouncing to her feet. “What are you doing home already?”

“Already?” Tim said. “It’s two o’clock. Exactly when I told you I’d be home.”

“Shit, shit, shit,” Amy said, a scared look on her face.

“You know the fucking rules,” Tim said, pissed off just as much about seeing a punk sitting on the couch with Amy as the fact that she’d broken the rules. “No boys allowed in my house.”

“I know, I know,” Amy said. “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry isn’t going to cut it,” Tim said, still pissed.

“Relax, dude,” the young man said. He was still lying on the couch, apparently unfazed by the situation, or at least acting like he was. A smirking grin was planted on his face. “It’s no big deal.”

“No big deal?” Tim said, turning towards the young man. He was having a difficult time keeping his voice low enough that Katie wouldn’t hear. “I’ve got some fucking stranger in my fucking house with my daughter asleep in the other room and you think that’s no fucking big deal?”

The young man just shrugged and continued looking at Tim with a little smirk.

“Alex, cut it out,” Amy said, shooting him a glance. Then, turning back towards Tim, she said, “I’m sorry. I’m really sorry.”

Tim looked back at Amy and could feel his anger starting to slough off. She seemed genuinely remorseful. Maybe it was all an act, but still, it was working. And then her friend chimed in again.

“Fucking get over it, dude,” Alex said, chuckling derisively under his breath. “Quit being such a fucking douchebag.”

“Alex!” Amy said, horrified. But Tim didn’t hear her. His focus was on the punk still lying on his couch.

“Douchebag?” he said, staring Alex down. “Did you just call me a douchebag?”

“What are you,” Alex said. “Deaf?”

And just like that, Tim’s anger came back tenfold. He stepped forward and grabbed Alex by the shirt and yanked him to his feet. The young man tried to brush him off but Tim was ready for it and pushed him back against the wall and held him there.

“Now listen up you little shit, and listen up good,” Tim said. “You’d better walk out of that front fucking door in the next five seconds or you’re gonna get your ass whipped. Do you understand?”

For a moment, Alex looked like he was going to spout off again, but then he thought better of it and just dropped his eyes and nodded his head.

Tim released his hold on Alex and the young man headed towards the door, walking silently, as though he was on his way to the electric chair.

“And close the door on your way out,” Tim said. “Softly.”

Tim watched Alex leave then turned back towards Amy.

“What the hell were you thinking?” he said to her.

Looking down at the floor, Amy just shrugged her shoulders.

“Do you not remember what I told you about having boys over? I said it three fucking times.”

“I know,” Amy said, still not looking at him. “I just . . .”

“You just what?” Tim asked.

“I just got bored,” she replied. “Katie was asleep, there was nothing on TV, I was starting to fall asleep—”

“So you called up Alex and invited him over,” he said.

Amy glanced up and caught Tim’s eyes and nodded again. “I know you’re pissed off,” she said. “But I’m sorry. I really am.”

“I’m sure you are,” he said. “And I am too.”

“Why’s that?”

“Because now I have to find someone else to watch Katie on Wednesday nights.”

“What?” Amy said, looking crushed. “No! Why?”

“Because I can’t trust you anymore,” Tim said. “Not when you’re bringing strangers into my house when my daughter is asleep.”

“It won’t happen again, I promise,” Amy said.

“I don’t know why it’s such a big deal anyway,” Tim said. “It’s not like you need the money that bad. You have a job now.”

“It’s not the money,” she said. “It’s just . . .” She trailed off, suddenly looking embarrassed.

“It’s just what?” he said.

“It’s just that I like coming over here,” Amy said. She dropped her eyes to the floor again and started to blush. “I like seeing you.”

This threw Tim for a loss. But he quickly recovered once he realized what she was saying and how he could use it to his advantage. A dastardly move, to be sure, but one he wasn’t above taking, especially after what she’d done to him on this night.

“I like seeing you too,” he said, pouring on the guilt a little more than necessary now. “But it’s just not a chance I can take with Katie in the next room. I’m sorry, Amy, but I just can’t do it.”

“Please?” she said, walking over towards Tim until she was standing just a couple feet away from him. “Isn’t there something I can do to change your mind? Anything?”

“I don’t know,” Tim said, giving her an admonishing look.

“Come on,” Amy said, dropping to her knees now and looking up at him with puppy-dog eyes. “There has to be something I can do.”

Seeing Amy kneeling in front of him like that turned Tim on like no tomorrow. His cock hardened up immediately and within seconds it was pressing up against his jeans.

Amy caught the movement too and glanced at his crotch for a moment before turning her eyes back up towards his. But she was looking at him differently now. Gone was the remorseful look. It had been replaced by an evil little half-smile.

“Yeah, there’s something I can do for you, alright,” she said. “Isn’t there?”

Tim didn’t answer her. He just continued staring down at her, trying to look annoyed, even though it was growing increasingly difficult now that he saw where the situation was headed.

“Yeah there is,” Amy said, crawling towards Tim until she was directly beneath him. She tilted her head further upwards, so her cheek was lying atop his thigh and her eyes were locked on his. Her grin had grown wider and her eyes were sparkling with excitement. “I just know I can get you to change your mind.”

Tim hard-on was raging now, his cock bulging in his pants mere inches from Amy’s pretty little face. But still he didn’t say anything to her, letting her draw whatever she wanted from his silence.

Still looking up at Tim, Amy started to rub his cock over his jeans. “This is what you want, right? This is what you’ve always wanted from me?”

This time Tim nodded. He just couldn’t help himself. It was exactly what he’d always wanted from Amy. And he couldn’t believe he was going to actually get it.

“That’s what I thought,” Amy said, sliding his zipper down and reaching her hand into the hole it created. She grabbed ahold of his cock and started to play with it, rubbing it softly but not pulling it out yet.

Tim took a deep breath and let it out slowly. He was trying to keep his cool and was mostly succeeding. But he was certainly enjoying himself too much to let this opportunity pass. This night looked like it was going to turn out even better than he could have ever hoped.

With a little effort, Amy negotiated Tim’s cock out of his pants. It was rock-hard, sticking straight out, as solid as a 2X4.

“Oh my god,” Amy said, admiring his cock with wide eyes. “It’s so big.”

Tim had heard that a lot. He didn’t know how his cock compared to other men, but every woman he’d ever been with had marveled at its size, so he figured it must stack up pretty well.

“Do you want me to suck on it?” Amy asked, looking up at him with puppy-dog eyes. “If I suck on it will that makes things all better between us?”

“No,” Tim said. “It’s gonna take a lot more than just sucking my cock to make us all better. But it’ll be a good start.”

“Just tell me what else I need to do,” Amy said, jerking him off while she talked. “I’ll do whatever you want.” She licked the tip of his cock with her tongue. “I’ll take whatever punishment you want to dish out on me. Do whatever you feel like you have to do to make things right with us.”

“Don’t worry,” Tim replied. “I will. Now stop talking and hold your mouth open for me.”

Amy nodded and did as she was told, opening wide, staring up at him the whole time. Her eyes were dancing with excitement.

Tim was excited too. As excited as he’d even been in his life. Here he was, with a ridiculously hot young woman willing to do whatever he told her to without hesitation. It was, quite literally, a dream come true.

“That’s right,” Tim said, not letting his excitement come through in his voice. “Just like that.” He didn’t want his exhilaration with the situation to overwhelm the anger he felt at Amy’s betrayal. He wanted to take full advantage of the situation, and therefore, Amy herself, and the best way to do that was the channel his anger and use it to give her the punishment she deserved.

Tim grabbed a handful of Amy’s hair with one hand and ahold of his hard cock with the other. He smacked her face a couple of times with the head of his cock then stuck it into her open mouth.

“That’s perfect,” Tim said as he started pumping her mouth with his cock. “Don’t fucking move. Just sit there while I fuck your face.”

Keeping a handful of her hair with one hand, Tim moved his cock in and out of Amy’s mouth, only giving her half of it in the beginning, to make sure she could handle it.

Amy took it like a champ, not gagging despite his size, keeping her mouth open and her big blue eyes turned up to his while he pumped her face.

“Not bad,” Tim said. “Not bad at all. But let’s see how you do with more of my cock.”

Tim grabbed another handful of Amy’s hair with his free hand and started pumping her face with more intensity, pulling her head towards him as he came forward, giving her more and more of his cock with every thrust.

Tim slammed his cock into Amy’s mouth as wet, sloppy sounds escaped from her throat and tears began to leak down her cheek, smearing her mascara. But still she didn’t try to pull away. And somehow she maintained eye contact the entire time.

“That’s right,” Tim said, staring down at Amy’s pretty face. “Take my cock in your mouth. Take it like the slut that you are.”

And she did, keeping her mouth open even as saliva started pouring out of it, down her chin and onto the floor. It was quite impressive.

Tim gradually increased the depth until he was giving Amy his entire cock with every pump, making it disappear into her mouth before pulling back and slamming it into her again while she gagged and coughed but still didn’t close her mouth or try and pull away.

Tim pumped Amy’s mouth with his whole cock a couple more times before jamming it in one last time and holding it deep inside her, forcing her to deepthroat him. With his hands on the back of her head, Tim held Amy in place for nearly five seconds before releasing his hold on her.

Amy’s head flew back and she coughed and gasped for breath as a river of saliva streamed out of her mouth, adding to the reservoir of spit on the hardwood floor from earlier.

Tim looked down at the pool, then back at Amy, who was staring up at him expectantly. It was time to see how far she was willing to go to please him.

“You’re making a mess,” Tim said, pointing down at the pool of saliva. “Clean it up.”

Amy immediately dropped to her hands and knees and bowed her head forward and used her tongue to lick her spit off the floor, pausing every once in a while to make more room in her mouth by turning her head up and swallowing some saliva.

“That’s a good girl,” Tim said. “Keep this up and I just might let you back into my house after tonight.” He watched her clean the floor with a combination of excitement and awe. It was obvious from her actions and attitude that Amy was willing do whatever he wanted. It was time to more fully take advantage of her willingness.

Tim grabbed ahold of Amy’s hair and dragged her over toward the couch. Once there, he sat her down on the floor and spun her around so her back was up against the base of the couch. Then he pushed her head back until it was lying flat on the cushion. Her face was pointed towards the ceiling and her butt was on the floor.

“Have you changed your mind yet?” Tim asked, already knowing the answer but wanting to hear it from Amy anyway.

She shook her head. “Do what you have to,” she said, looking up at him, her face still glowing with pleasure. “I’m game for whatever you have to offer.”

“That’s what I like to hear,” Tim said.

He dropped his knees onto the couch, one on each side of Amy’s head, straddling her face. Grabbing ahold of his cock, he smacked her face with it a couple times, then stuck it into her mouth. Staring down at her, Tim began to pump her face, jamming his entire cock into her mouth and holding it there until she started to gag before pulling away.

Tim let a stream of spit drop from his mouth and onto Amy’s face, then used his cock to rub it in, pressing down on his shaft and rolling it along her face, covering her features in saliva.

Once he’d had enough of that, Tim crawled forward on the couch until his ballsack was hovering directly above Amy’s mouth.

“Open up,” he said.

Amy did as she was told without hesitation.

Tim took a moment to again marvel at the control he had over her, then dropped his balls into her mouth.

Amy knew exactly what to do, working his balls like an expert, mixing things up, sucking on both together then one at a time, constantly varying the pressure from light to nearly painful before lightening up again.

Tim was staring down at her, nodding slightly and taking deep, measured breaths to maintain his composure. But it was difficult. And it became even more so after Amy reached up and grabbed ahold of his cock and jerked him off while continuing to work his balls with her mouth.

Staring down at Amy as she sucked on his balls and worked his cock was getting Tim a little too excited for his own good. What Amy was doing to him right now just felt too incredible. He still had lots of things he wanted to do to Amy before wrapping the night up. So he decided to get on with them before it was too late.

Tim rose up, popping his balls out of Amy’s mouth.

“Is everything all right?” Amy asked, sounding genuinely worried that she’d done something wrong.

“Yeah,” Tim said. “Everything’s great. I’m just mixing things up a bit.”

“Oh, good,” Amy said, smiling. “I just want you to be happy.”

“And I am,” Tim said, pulling Amy’s shirt off over her head, showing off her firm, perky tits. “But I’ll be happier soon.”

And with that, he turned around like he was going to sit on the couch, but instead of dropping onto one of the cushions, he plopped his ass directly atop Amy’s face, smothering her.

“Get that tongue in there,” he said, grinding atop her face. “Lick my asshole. Like you mean it.”

Amy did, working her tongue in and around his asshole as best she could with him putting all his weight on her face.

Tim stayed there for a full ten seconds before rising up a bit, giving Amy a chance to breathe.

“Do you like that?” he asked. “Do you like it when I smother you with my ass?”

“I love it,” Amy said, grinning up at him as her chest heaved up and down to get air into her lungs.

Tim shook his head and laughed under his breath before catching himself. Forcing the smile off his face, he said, “You’re damn right you do. Now stick your tongue out. I want to ride it.”

Amy did as she was told, sticking her tongue out as far as it would go.

“That’s what I’m talking about,” Tim said, squatting down again. This time he kept his ass a little above Amy’s face, not sitting on it, allowing him to move his hips back and forth and ride her rigid tongue with his asshole.

Amy got into the act too, reaching up and spreading Tim’s asscheeks with her hands, allowing her deeper access to his anus.

“Holy shit,” Tim said under his breath as he rode Amy’s face. Her tongue running along his asshole felt ridiculously incredible, so much so that he had to do something to take his mind of it.

With that as the goal, he leaned forward and grabbed ahold of her tits and gave them a rough squeeze. While Amy continued tossing his salad, Tim pinched her nipples and gave them each a little squeeze and a twist, causing Amy to gasp deeply.

Tim took advantage of this, dropping his ass further down, smothering her again and muffling her cries as he tweaked her nipples further, causing her to squirm and shimmy beneath him.

When Tim eventually climbed off of Amy, her face it was red and her eyes were watering and she was breathing in deep gasps but amazingly she was still smiling.

“I take it you like being treated like this?” Tim said, standing over Amy, looking down at her.

Amy offered him a sheepish nod, like she’d been caught doing something wrong.

“You’re one nasty little whore, aren’t you?”

Again, Amy nodded, pretending to look sheepish but not quite pulling it off.

“Then I guess I’d better keep giving you what you want,” he said.

Without waiting for a response, Tim grabbed Amy under the shoulders and lifted her up onto the couch so she was facing him. Once she was in position, he grabbed her shorts and black g-string and roughly pulled them off, revealing her soaking wet pussy. Then he grabbed her ankles and spread her legs apart so her pussy was wide open to him.

Tim spent a moment looking down at Amy’s tight little body on the couch beneath him. She was so small and frail it was hard to believe that she could take a serious pounding. But what she’d shown so far, she could. Now he was going to see if she could handle his cock inside her.

“Are you ready for my cock?” he asked.

Biting down on her bottom lip, Amy nodded.

“Are you sure?” Tim said.

“Positive,” Amy said. “Give me all you got. Punish me. I deserve it.”

“If you insist,” Tim said. Releasing Amy’s legs, he grabbed ahold of his cock and smacked her pussy with it a few of times before sliding it inside her snatch.

Amy was even wetter than she’d appeared. Even though her pussy was small, it took his cock with ease, offering up just a hint of resistance. It was a snug fit but she was so turned on that it didn’t matter. And Tim was so excited that he knew he didn’t have any time to waste, so he started moving against her with intensity right from the beginning, not being gentle at all, giving her more than half of his cock with every thrust.

“Holy shit your cock is so fucking big,” Amy said, her excitement painted on her face.  Her words came between deep, gasping breaths. “It feels so good in my pussy. Fuck me with that big cock of yours. Fuck me with it!”

Amy’s pussy grew more wet with every pump, opening up to him further with every thrust. And Tim took advantage, slamming his cock deeper and deeper inside her until he was giving her the whole thing, balls-deep.

“Shit, shit, shit!” Amy said, her eyes wide and full of pleasure. “Hammer me with your cock! Pound me as hard as you can!”

In order to give Amy what she wanted, Tim again grabbed ahold of both her ankles and pushed her legs back until her feet were next to her head, one on either side of her face. Holding her legs in place against the back of the couch, Tim put one of his legs up on the couch to give himself more leverage and laid into her with everything he had.

“Take my pussy,” Amy said, staring up at him. Their faces were only inches apart. “Take my fucking pussy. It’s yours. Do whatever you want with it. You can have it. It’s your fucking pussy! Pound it. Pound it!”

Hearing Amy talk like that fueled Tim even further. “You want it rough?” he said. “You want me to punish you?”

“Fuck yeah,” Amy said. “I need to be punished.”

“Fine,” Tim said, barely able to talk himself because of the heavy breathing he was doing. “Then take this.”

He released one of her legs and wrapped his newly freed hand around her throat.

“Is this better?” Tim said, glaring at Amy. “Is this what you want? For me to choke you while I fuck you?”

Her eyes wider than ever and her mouth slightly open, Amy nodded vigorously.

Tim laughed under his breath and shook his head in disbelief. He’d never fucked a girl this roughly before. But if that’s what Amy wanted, if she thought she could take it, then he’d certainly give it to her.

Squeezing Amy’s throat tighter, Tim stared down at her while he fucked her and choked her at the same time, waiting for some sign that she wanted him to stop, that he was taking things too far, but Amy did nothing but look back at him, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy as he restricted her breath and hammered away at her pussy, which was growing wetter and wetter by the second.

Half a minute later, Amy came in a rush, shaking and trembling as an orgasm rushed through her. The orgasm made her pussy even wetter, swallowing his cock even further inside it, engulfing it to the point where he was right on the edge of cumming himself.

Cursing under his breath, Tim released his grip on Amy’s throat while yanking his cock out of her pussy at the same time. As she smiled wickedly, Tim grabbed ahold of her hair and lifted as he climbed to his feet, pulling her up off the couch. He grabbed her by the waist and flipped her over onto her hands and knees so her tight little ass was sticking up in the air right in front of his face. He didn’t have long before his own orgasm arrived, and he wanted to fuck her doggy-style before it did.

“Spread your ass,” Tim said, smacking one of Amy’s asscheeks with an open palm to punctuate his demand.

Amy did as she was told, putting one hand on each ass cheek and pulling them open, making her pussy gape. This new position showed off her gorgeous asshole too, all puckered up and just begging to be played with. But Tim knew better than to go there. He was way too wound up already to bring Amy’s asshole into play. At least right now. Maybe when he was closer to cumming, he’d take advantage of it, but for now, he left it alone.

“That’s a good girl,” Tim said. “Now keep holding it open while I fuck you from behind. Understand?”

“Yes, sir,” Amy said.

Tim gave her another smack on the ass for good measure, then slipped his cock into her waiting pussy.

Amy let out a deep gasp as he entered her and turned her head around to look back at him. Tim went right after her from the beginning, hammering away at her from behind, jamming his entire cock into her pussy without mercy and pounding away at her with serious aggression.

“Right there, right fucking there!” Amy said, her voice low but urgent as Tim slammed his cock into her. “Give me that cock, give it to me! Punish me with it! Fucking punish me!”

And Tim did, grabbing ahold of Amy’s waist and working his hips like a jackhammer, slamming into Amy’s tiny little ass so hard that her body jumped forward every time they came together. His balls were slapping against the underside of her stomach and his cock was completely disappearing inside her pussy.

Amy arched her spine and tilted her chin towards the ceiling, throwing her hair onto her back in the process. Tim took advantage, grabbing a handful of her hair and yanking back on it while continuing to pound her pussy from behind.

“That’s right,” Amy said. “Pull that fucking hair while you fuck me. Make me pay for disobeying you. Make me fucking pay!”

Tim gladly did as Amy asked, yanking back even further on her hair, forcing her to arch her spine even more, changing up the angle of penetration and allowing him deeper access to her insides. He was giving it to her balls-deep now, his huge cock filling up her pretty little pussy, pressing against the walls of her vagina, the head bumping up against something deep inside her.

“Holy fuck it’s so big!” Amy said between deep, gasping moans. “Fuck me with that giant cock of yours! Fuck me with it!”

Amy’s voice was getting louder and louder with every passing moment, which just wouldn’t do, not with Katie still asleep on the other side of the house. So he yanked on Amy’s hair again, this time hard enough to lift her upper body up and back towards him, so the back of her head was directly in front of his face.

Keeping one hand wrapped around her hair and his cock deep inside Amy’s pussy but not actually fucking her for the moment, Tim put his other hand over her mouth.

“Shut the fuck up,” he said into her ear, not really angry but sounding like he was in order to maintain the mood of the evening. “You’re making too much noise.”

“Sorry,” Amy whispered, turning her head so that she could look back at him.

“Don’t be,” Tim said. “Just keep quiet from now on. No more words. No matter what happens, no matter what I do to you, no matter how good it feels, keep your mouth shut until we’re through. Understand?”

Still looking back at him, Amy nodded. Her eyes were full the need to please him. Tim wasn’t sure how much of it was genuine but he didn’t really care. The illusion was enough for him.

He hammered her from behind for another full minute, Amy doing her part and not saying a word, barely even making any sound at all despite obviously wanting to, based on the look on her face.

Tim had settled into a nice, solid rhythm, pounding Amy’s pussy in long but fast pumps which gradually brought him right to the edge of orgasm. And now that he was there, he didn’t have to worry about holding out any longer, so he slid his thumb into his mouth to get it lubed up, then slipped it into Amy’s asshole.

This brought a gasping cry to her lips, which she muffled by burying her face deeper into the cushions of the couch. Tim was far too occupied to care that Amy had broken his rule of not making a sound. He was too busy trying to prolong his enjoyment before cumming, a futile exercise now that his thumb was inserted in Amy’s asshole.

He lasted no more than 5 more seconds before his body rebelled, bringing him over the edge of orgasm. Cursing under his breath, Tim yanked his thumb out of Amy’s ass and his cock out of her pussy. Gripping his cock tight with his hand, he held on for dear life as Amy quickly spun around so her face was right in front of Tim’s cock.

“Cum on my face,” she said, staring up at him with needy eyes. “Spray your seed all over me and make me pretty.”

So Tim did just that, releasing the vice-grip on his cock and jerking himself off to completion, a process that took no time at all.

“There you go,” Amy said as Tim shot white seed out of his cock and all over her face. She laughed as his cock continued squirting cum, spasming at least eight times before finally running dry. “That’s what I’m talking about.”

Tim let out a deep, shuddering breath and flopped down to the couch next to Amy. Looking over at her, he said, “I still can’t believe you brought a boy into my house.”

Her face still covered in his cum, Amy just laughed.

“What?” Tim said. “It’s not funny.”

“Actually, it is,” she said.

“Why’s that?”

“Because I can’t believe it actually worked.”

“Worked?” Tim said. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, I only brought Alex over so that something like this would happen.”

“Seriously?” he said. “That was all just a ruse?”

“Yep,” Amy said. “I invited Alex over solely so you would catch us together. And then, hopefully, one way or another, we’d end up here. Although, for a second, I thought you were just going to kick his ass and kick me out right behind him.”

Tim laughed and shook his head. “Why the elaborate plot? Why not just approach me and ask me?”

“Why didn’t you ever approach me and ask me?” Amy countered.

“Because I just figured you would reject me,” he said. “And then things would be awkward.”

“There you go,” Amy said. “I figured the same thing.”

“But what if I just kicked you out for bringing Alex over here?”

“That would have been easier to accept than the other thing,” she said.

Tim thought about that for a minute. “Fair enough,” he said. “What about Alex? Was he in on it?”

“Nah,” Amy said. “He just thought he was getting lucky tonight.”

“So you were willing to risk Alex getting his ass kicked to get what you wanted out of me?”

“Yep,” Amy said. “In fact, I was hoping you’d kick his ass and then we’d end up in the bed together. But I would have been happy with just one of those things happening. Preferably this one.”

Tim laughed some more. “Well, I’m glad it worked out the way it did,” he said.

“Yeah, so am I,” Amy replied. “So am I.”

Tim stared at her for a few more seconds before shaking his head. “I still can’t believe you did that.”

“What?” Amy said. “Lied to you?”

Tim nodded.

“Don’t tell me you’re mad. It all worked out in the end.”

“Oh, I’m not mad,” Tim said. “But now that I know you lied to me, I’m going to have to punish you for that too.”

Amy smiled when she saw where this was going. “Oh, undoubtedly,” she said, her eyes brimming with excitement.

“And this time, I’m not going to take it easy on you,” Tim said. “Especially since you obviously didn’t learn anything from this punishment tonight.”

“I agree,” Amy said. “Next time you’re going to have to make sure it sinks in.”

“That’s right,” Tim said. “So what do you say you make your way over here Friday night. Katie is spending the night at her friend’s house, so we’ll have the whole place to ourselves. We can make as much noise as we want.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Amy said, smiling like a demon. “I can’t wait to see how you’re going to make sure I learn something next time.”

Tim matched her grin. “Oh, you’re going to like it. I promise. I’ll make sure of that.”

“I’m sure you will,” Amy said, leaning over to give him a quick peck on the cheek. “I’m sure you will.”

 

#####

 

PUNISHING THE NEIGHBOR

 

Nikki Fox, a stunning blonde with a thin, lithe, rock-hard body honed in the gym on a daily basis, is standing in the living room talking to her husband Mark, an equally fit, ex-college athlete with a full head of brown hair and an angular, attractively rugged face. Both are in their early thirties and both look great for their age. They’ve been married for 11 years, each of which has been better than the last.

There are many reasons for their continued marital success, including a complete openness with one another and an us-against-the-world attitude. But the biggest factor is their willingness to engage in deviant, perverted sexual acts; not only with each other, but involving third (and sometimes even fourth or fifth) parties.

Over the years, they have participated in many types of different sexual scenarios, sometimes setting them up themselves and sometimes letting others do the planning. But recently they have stumbled upon a game they like to play more than any other, the specifics of which they are discussing at this very moment in the living room of their immaculately furnished 3-bedroom house in the suburbs.

“Are you sure Cindy’s up for this?” Nikki says.

“Positive,” Mark replies. “I’ve been setting it up for weeks. She’s totally into me. I’ve had to fight her off with a stick for the last couple of days. She’s just waiting for you to leave.”

“And you’re certain it’ll go the way we want?”

“Positive,” Mark says. “You know me. I have a knack for these things.”

“You do indeed,” Nikki says. “That’s why I love you so much.”

She steps into him and sticks her tongue into his mouth. He returns the kiss and they make out, each more excited than usual. They’ve done this sort of thing before, of course, but that didn’t make it any less exhilarating.

Nikki breaks off the kiss and grabs Mark’s cock, gripping it beneath his pants. “I see that you’re already hard with anticipation.”

Mark runs his fingers under Nikki’s skirt and rubs her pussy over her panties. “And I see that you’re already wet.”

“You know I like the sort of thing as much as you do.”

“Which is why I love you so much.”

They smile at each other, their faces conveying genuine emotion.

“Now go,” Mark says, slapping Nikki on the ass. “Let’s get this show on the road.”

 

#

 

Five minutes later, Nikki pulls her car out of the garage and closes the garage door behind her. Two minutes after that there’s a knock on their front door. Mark looks through the peephole, just to be sure.

It’s Cindy. She’s wearing a slinky, lacy, black top and a jean skirt, with lots of makeup and her hair done up. Her intentions are obvious.

Mark answers the door, opening it and hustling Cindy into the house and quickly closing the door behind them, acting like they’re worried about getting caught.

Cindy is a 20-year old girl college student that lives down the street who’s home for the summer. She’s a cute little long-haired brunette with a thin frame, small but perky tits, a great ass, and legs that didn’t quit. But more importantly, the word around the neighborhood is that not only is she a total slut, but that she just adores older men. Which is why Mark and Nikki chose her for their little game.

“Are you sure your wife is gone for the whole day?” Cindy asks Mark as he leads her up the stairs to the bedroom, not wasting any time.

“Positive,” Mark says. “We’ve got at least three hours until she comes home. And I’m planning on using all of them.”

Cindy giggled and grabbed his ass as they climbed the stairs.

“Are you sure you can last that long?” Cindy asks.

“I’m like the energizer bunny,” Mark says, looking back at her. “I keep going, and going, and going . . .”

“I certainly hope so,” Cindy says as they come to the top of the stairs. “Because I’ve haven’t had a good fucking since I’ve been back from college. All the boys around here are lame.”

 

#

 

Thirty seconds later they’re in the bedroom. Mark’s pants are around his ankles and Cindy is on her knees, with one hand gripping the base of his cock and her lips wrapped around the tip.

“Do you like how I suck your cock, baby?” Cindy asks, taking a moment to slip it out of her mouth.

“I fucking love it,” Mark says, his head cocked a little sideways, listening.

And sure enough, a few moments later, the sound of the front door opening and then closing is audible throughout the house.

Cindy quickly pulls her mouth off Mark’s cock and looks up at him.

“Who’s that?” she whispers.

“It must be Nikki,” Mark says, acting surprised.

“I thought you said she was gone for the day?” Cindy whispers desperately.

“She was supposed to be,” Mark whispers back. They can hear the sounds of Nikki rummaging around downstairs. Marks pulls his boxers and pants back up and buttons them.

“What do we do?” Cindy asks.

“Nothing,” Mark replies. “She probably just forgot something. She’ll be back out the door within seconds.”

But immediately after the words leave Mark’s mouth Nikki calls out to him.

“Mark? Mark, honey, have you seen my cell phone?”

“I think it’s downstairs,” Mark calls out. Cindy is still on her knees on the floor, looking frightened and nervous.

“I can’t find it,” Nikki says. “I think I may have left it in our room.”

Cindy curses under her breath and starts to climb to her feet.

“No, it’s not in here,” Mark calls out.

“I’m pretty sure it is,” Nikki says. The sound of her footsteps on the hardwood stairs is audible. “I’m coming up to check.”

“What do I do?” Cindy says, panicked.

“Go hide in the closet,” Mark says quickly.

“But what if she looks for her phone in there?” Cindy says.

“She won’t,” Mark replies, forcing himself not to smile. He gives Cindy a little push in the direction of the closet. “Now go! Hurry!”

Cindy quickly moves to the other side of the room and scrambled into the walk-in closet and closes the door behind her.

No more than five seconds later, Nikki enters the room. She has a curious little smile on her face and she gives Mark a wink. He winks back and returns her smile.

“Are you sure you haven’t seen it in here?” Nikki asks Mark, her tone not reflecting her knowledge of the situation.

“Positive,” Mark says. “I’ve looked everywhere.” He flicks his head towards the closet.

“Is she in there?” Nikki mouths without saying the words aloud.

Mark nods.

“I think I left it in my pants yesterday,” Nikki says aloud.

“In the bathroom?” Mark asks.

“No,” Nikki replies. “In the closet.”

“They’re not in there,” Mark says, grinning widely all the while.

“Of course they are,” Nikki says. “I hung them up yesterday after I wore them.”

“Are you sure?” Mark says. “I thought you put them in the laundry already.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Nikki says, moving towards the closet. “I know right where I put them.”

“Wait,” Mark says, more loudly than necessary, still playing the part for Cindy’s benefit. “I think I saw your phone downstairs.”

“Why are you acting so funny?” Nikki says, putting her hand on the closet door handle in an attempt to ramp up Cindy’s anxiety. “Is there something in the closet you don’t want me to see?”

“No,” Mark says, barely able to keep from cracking up. “It’s nothing like that.”

Nikki lets the silence build for a few moments, then says, “Bullshit. What the fuck did you stash in there? Your fucking girlfriend?”

“No,” Mark says, his smile larger than ever. He’s practically giddy with excitement. “Of course not. Don’t be ridiculous.”

“If I’m being ridiculous, then it doesn’t matter if I open this closet, does it?” Nikki says, turning the handle but not opening the door yet. She wants to make Cindy sweat it for a little while longer.

“If that’s what you want to do,” Mark says.

“You really don’t care?” Nikki says, opening the door just a little bit.

“Not at all,” Mark says.

Nikki closes the door and lets go of the handle. “Well, in that case, maybe I should look somewhere else for my phone. I don’t I left it in my pants anyway.”

“Like I said, whatever you want,” Mark says.

“I think I may have put my pants in the bathroom after all,” Nikki says. “Can you go take a look for me?”

“Sure,” Mark replies. “Which pants did you say they were in?”

“My black jeans,” Nikki says.

“Okay, I’ll check,” Mark says, not making a move.

“Go!” Nikki whispers, waving Mark away. She wants the situation to play out as real as possible to fool Cindy. If she realizes it’s a setup that’ll take some of the fun away. “And wipe that smile off your face!” she adds, whispering that too.

Mark turns and walks into the bathroom, trying unsuccessfully to stop grinning. Meanwhile, Nikki again grabs ahold of the door handle and opens the door to the walk-in closet.

“Let’s see what you’re hiding in here,” she says under her breath, flipping on the light to reveal two legs protruding from the bottom of Mark’s shirts.

Nikki spreads the shirts apart, revealing Cindy. She’s got a scared look on her face and tears are dripping down her face.

“Well, what the fuck do we have here?” Nikki says, staring down at Cindy. “You’re that girl from down the street, right?”

Cindy nods.

“Cindy, right?”

Cindy nods again.

“Care to tell me what the fuck you’re doing in my closet?” Nikki asks, her voice harsh.

Cindy shakes her head.

“Yeah, I didn’t think you would,” Nikki says. She grabs Cindy by the hair and uses it to pull the younger girl out of the closet. “Come on, you little slut. Time to pay the piper.”

Nikki drags Cindy out of the closet and into the bedroom.

“On your knees,” Nikki says to Cindy. “Right here, in the middle of the floor.”

Cindy does as she’s told.

Two seconds later, Mark walks in. “Uh-oh,” he says, trying to look and sound dismayed.

“Uh-oh is right,” Nikki says. “What about you, Mark? Do you feel like explaining what’s going on here?”

“Well, uh—” Mark starts.

“Just shut the fuck up,” Nikki says. “Nobody has to explain anything. It’s pretty fucking obvious what’s going on here.”

“Listen, Nikki,” Mark says. “It’s not what you think.”

“Sure it’s not,” Nikki replies. “Don’t treat me like I’m stupid.”

“I thought you were out for the day,” Mark says, dropping his head.

“You thought wrong,” Nikki snaps back.

“Listen, I just—”

“Zip it,” Nikki says, pointing at Mark. “I’ll deal with you later. First I’m going to deal with her. She turns her attention to Cindy, who is still sitting on her knees on the floor, sniffling, trying to stem the tide of her tears. “What about you, Cindy? What do you have to say for yourself?”

“I’m sorry?” Cindy says, framing it like a question.

“You aren’t yet,” Nikki says, still holding onto Cindy’s hair. “But you will be. You’ll be very sorry.”

“You’re not going to tell my parents, are you?” Cindy asks.

“I guess that depends,” Nikki says.

“On what?”

“On you.”

“What do you mean?”

“The choice is yours,” Nikki says, “I can either drive you back home and tell your parents exactly what happened here, or we can dole out your punishment right here, right now.”

“What kind of punishment?” Cindy asks.

“Whatever I deem appropriate,” Nikki says.

Cindy nods her head. “Okay.”

“Okay, what?”

“I’ll accept your punishment.”

“Are you sure?” Nikki says. “Once we get started, you won’t be able to change your mind.”

“I’m sure,” Cindy says. “Do you worst to me.”

“Oh, don’t worry about that,” Nikki says, smiling like a demon. “We will. But first I want to get a few things straight in my head. Who started this whole mess?”

“It was all her,” Mark says.

“Is that true?” Nikki asks Cindy

“No,” Cindy says.

“No? So you came over here to fuck my husband against your will? Did Mark force you to come over here?”

“Well, no,” Cindy says. “But he started it. He approached me first.”

“Of course he did,” Nikki says. “He’s a man. They all think with their dicks. That doesn’t mean you can’t tell him no.”

“I tried,” Cindy says.

“Obviously not too hard,” Nikki says.

“She practically begged for it,” Mark says. “She came over here every time you left the house, trying to get me to let her in.”

Nikki looks at him for a moment before turning her attention back to Cindy. “Is that right?” she asks.

Cindy just shrugs.

“Yeah, I bet you did,” Nikki says, her attention still on Cindy. “You’re just a filthy little slut, aren’t you?”

Cindy shrugs again. A defiant little smile has worked its way onto her lips. She’s obviously given up trying to play the innocent girl.

“You love cock, don’t you?” Nikki says.

Cindy nods.

“And you want my husbands cock, don’t you?”

Cindy nods again.

“That’s what I thought,” Nikki says. Pointing at Mark, she says, “You, drop your pants and pull your cock out.”

Mark does as he’s told, trying to act dismayed even though his rock-hard cock is betraying his true feelings.

“So you want my husband’s cock, huh? Then here,” Nikki says, pushing Cindy’s head towards Mark’s cock, which is harder than ever. “Start fucking sucking on it then you little slut. Show me what you can do.”

Still holding onto Cindy’s hair with one hand, Nikki circles around so she’s behind the younger girl. With her free hand, she yanks Cindy’s arms back and holds them in place behind her back.

“You like it when men use all your holes, don’t you?” Nikki says, pushing Cindy’s head forward and back, forcing her to suck Mark’s cock. “That’s right, you little slut. Suck my husbands fucking cock.”

Nikki gets more aggressive, pushing and pulling Cindy’s head off of Mark’s cock with more force and speed with every passing second. It isn’t long before Cindy is gagging and coughing, with spittle running down her chin and onto the floor. But Nikki doesn’t let up, pushing Cindy’s head further and further forward until she’d nearly taking all of Mark’s cock with every thrust.

After a good thirty seconds of constant sucking, Nikki holds Cindy’s head in place with Mark’s cock deep inside her mouth for a few beats before letting off, giving Cindy a chance to breathe.

“You’re pretty good at that,” Nikki says to Cindy. “What do you think, Mark? Does she know what she’s doing?”

“She sure as hell does,” Mark says.

Looking up at Mark, Nikki says. “What do you say we see how good she is a deepthroating?”

“I say that sounds like a great idea,” Mark says, smiling.

Nikki smiles up at him. “Yeah, I think so too,” she says.

“What do you think about that?” Nikki says to Cindy. “Does that sound like a good idea to you?”

Still controlling Cindy’s head with her hand, Nikki forces Cindy’s head to move up and down as though she’s nodding.

“Yeah, I thought you’d like that,” Nikki says. “Now open wide.”

Cindy does as she’s told.

Nikki spits in Cindy’s mouth then pushes on the back of her head, forcing Cindy to take Mark’s cock in her mouth once again. But this time, instead of pulling it back Nikki continues pushing until Mark’s entire cock disappears inside Cindy’s mouth.

Releasing Cindy’s arms, Nikki uses both hands to push on the back of Cindy’s head, holding her in place with her nose against Mark’s belly and his cock deep in her throat. Cindy coughs and gags but Nikki doesn’t let up. Cindy gags again and tries to pull away but Nikki doesn’t let her, continuing to hold her in place, forcing her to deepthroat Mark.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Nikki asks mockingly. “I didn’t say you were done yet.”

Cindy gags yet again, deeper this time—a deep, ragged sound—and her chest heaves as she desperately tries to pull away. But Nikki still isn’t done. She holds Cindy in place for another five seconds before finally letting go.

Cindy’s head snaps back and she gasps for breath while saliva drips down out of her mouth and onto her chest. Her eyes are watering, making her mascara run.

Nikki still has a hold of Cindy’s hair and uses it to yank her head around in loose circles before pulling sharply on it, forcing Cindy’s chin towards the ceiling to alleviate the pressure. Cindy lets out a sharp yelp.

“Oh, the poor little slut can’t handle playing with the big boys,” Nikki says, laughing. She bends down until her face is directly above Cindy’s. “I guess you should have thought about that before you decided to start blowing my husband you stupid little cunt.”

Nikki slaps Cindy in the face, eliciting a flinch and another yelp from the smaller, younger girl.

“Oh, you didn’t like that, did you?” Nikki says, laughing some more.

Cindy shakes her head from side to side.

Nikki slaps her again. “Well, now you know how I feel when I saw your slutty little ass in that closet.”

Nikki releases Cindy’s hair and spins her entire body around so she’s facing away from Mark. Looking up at Mark, who’s still standing above both of them, Nikki says, “What do you say? Should we let her off the hook with just a warning?”

“It’s up to you,” Mark says.

Nikki pretends to think about it for a moment. “Nah,” Nikki says. “I don’t think she’s learned her lesson yet.” She pushes down on Cindy’s shoulders, forcing the smaller girl onto her hands and knees. “Now you’re going to see what happens to bad little sluts when they fuck the wrong man.”

Nikki drops down to her knees directly behind Cindy She flips Cindy’s skirt up over her back, revealing Cindy’s tiny little ass, covered up only by a black g-string. Nikki yanks the g-string to the side, putting Cindy’s shaved pussy on display.

“Holy crap,” Nikki says to nobody in particular. “You’re pussy is soaking wet you dirty little slut. You love this shit, don’t you?”

Cindy reluctantly nods her head.

“You actually enjoy getting treated like shit, right?”

Cindy nods her head again.

Nikki smacks her on the asscheek. “What about that?” Nikki asks. “Do you like that too?”

Cindy nods.

“Say it,” Nikki says, smacking her other cheek. “Tell me how much you like it.”

“I love it,” Cindy says, although not all that convincingly.

“I don’t believe you,” Nikki says, smacking her again, harder this time. “Say it again. Like you mean it this time.”


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