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Ashley Embers

Copyright 2019 by Ashley Embers


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.


















Vicki Johnson, 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 Hank, 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 Mandy’s up for this?” Vicki says.

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

“You do indeed,” Vicki 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.

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

Hank runs his fingers under Vicki’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,” Hank says, slapping Vicki on the ass. “Let’s get this show on the road.”




Five minutes later, Vicki 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. Hank looks through the peephole, just to be sure.

It’s Mandy. 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.

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

Mandy 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 Hank and Vicki chose her for their little game.

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

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

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

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

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

“I certainly hope so,” Mandy 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. Hank’s pants are around his ankles and Mandy 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?” Mandy asks, taking a moment to slip it out of her mouth.

“I fucking love it,” Hank 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.

Mandy quickly pulls her mouth off Hank’s cock and looks up at him.

“Who’s that?” she whispers.

“It must be Vicki,” Hank says, acting surprised.

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

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

“What do we do?” Mandy asks.

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

But immediately after the words leave Hank’s mouth Vicki calls out to him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What do I do?” Mandy says, panicked.

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

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

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

Mandy 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, Vicki enters the room. She has a curious little smile on her face and she gives Hank a wink. He winks back and returns her smile.

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

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

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

Hank nods.

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

“In the bathroom?” Hank asks.

“No,” Vicki replies. “In the closet.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No,” Hank 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?” Vicki says, turning the handle but not opening the door yet. She wants to make Mandy sweat it for a little while longer.

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

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

“Not at all,” Hank says.

Vicki 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,” Hank says.

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

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

“My black jeans,” Vicki says.

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

“Go!” Vicki whispers, waving Hank away. She wants the situation to play out as real as possible to fool Mandy. 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.

Hank turns and walks into the bathroom, trying unsuccessfully to stop grinning. Meanwhile, Vicki 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 Hank’s shirts.

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

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

Mandy nods.

“Mandy, right?”

Mandy nods again.

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

Mandy shakes her head.

“Yeah, I didn’t think you would,” Vicki says. She grabs Mandy 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.”

Vicki drags Mandy out of the closet and into the bedroom.

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

Mandy does as she’s told.

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

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

“Well, uh—” Hank starts.

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

“Listen, Vicki,” Hank says. “It’s not what you think.”

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

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

“You thought wrong,” Vicki snaps back.

“Listen, I just—”

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

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

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

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

“I guess that depends,” Vicki says.

“On what?”

“On you.”

“What do you mean?”

“The choice is yours,” Vicki 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?” Mandy asks.

“Whatever I deem appropriate,” Vicki says.

Mandy nods her head. “Okay.”

“Okay, what?”

“I’ll accept your punishment.”

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

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

“Oh, don’t worry about that,” Vicki 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,” Hank says.

“Is that true?” Vicki asks Mandy

“No,” Mandy says.

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

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

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

“I tried,” Mandy says.

“Obviously not too hard,” Vicki says.

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

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

Mandy just shrugs.

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

Mandy 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?” Vicki says.

Mandy nods.

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

Mandy nods again.

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

Hank 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,” Vicki says, pushing Mandy’s head towards Hank’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 Mandy’s hair with one hand, Vicki circles around so she’s behind the younger girl. With her free hand, she yanks Mandy’s arms back and holds them in place behind her back.

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

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

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

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

“She sure as hell does,” Hank says.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mandy does as she’s told.

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

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

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

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

Mandy’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.

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

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

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

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

Mandy shakes her head from side to side.

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

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

“It’s up to you,” Hank says.

Vicki pretends to think about it for a moment. “Nah,” Vicki says. “I don’t think she’s learned her lesson yet.” She pushes down on Mandy’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.”

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

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

Mandy reluctantly nods her head.

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

Mandy nods her head again.

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

Mandy nods.

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

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

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

“I love it,” Mandy says, louder and more vigorously.

“Close,” Vicki says, smacking her ass yet again. “But you’re still not quite there.”

“I love it!” Mandy says, practically screaming the words as Vicki continues smacking her ass, one cheek and then the other, making them shine bright red while Hank looks on with a vague little smile on his face. “I love it! I love it! I fucking love it!”

“That’s better,” Vicki says, smacking Mandy’s ass one last time before stopping. “Do you think you’ve learned your lesson yet?”

“Yes,” Mandy says between deep breaths as she tries to recover.

“Do you?” Vicki says. “Because I don’t. Not even close. We’ve still got a long ways to go, missy.” She points her finger at Hank. “You. Over here. On your knees in front of her.”

Still smiling, Hank does as he’s told, his hard cock mere centimeters from Mandy’s mouth.

“Now fuck her face while I work on her pussy,” Vicki says.

“Gladly,” Hank replies, grabbing ahold of Mandy’s head and holding it in place as he thrusts his hips forward, slipping his cock into her mouth.

Vicki drops to her knees and slips two fingers into Mandy’s shaved, dripping wet pussy. They slide in easily, with very little resistance.

“You really do love this, don’t you?” Vicki says, laughing under her breath. Sitting perpendicular to Mandy, she works her fingers into Mandy’s pussy without mercy, slamming them in and out as quickly as she can while Hank continues to fuck Mandy’s face.

“Answer me,” Vicki says, sliding a third finger into Mandy’s pussy.

Mandy mumbles something as best she can with Hank’s cock still working in and out of her mouth.

“I can’t hear you,” Vicki says, slamming her fingers even more aggressively into Mandy’s pussy.

“Yes,” Mandy manages to somehow say even though Marks cock is still in her mouth.

“You can take even more, can’t you?” Vicki asks.

“Yes,” Mandy manages again.

Vicki slips a fourth finger into her pussy, forcing it in despite the tight fit, and continues banging away.

Mandy lets out a deep groan but Hank just takes the opportunity to jam his cock deeper into her mouth. He holds it there, deep in Mandy’s throat, while Vicki holds her fingers as far as they’ll go into Mandy’s pussy, also holding them there.

Mandy shimmies and shakes from the double-ended deep penetration but there’s nowhere for her to go.

“Take it,” Vicki says, punctuating the words with another slap to Mandy’s ass. “Take it like the dirty little slut you are.”   

  And take it Mandy does, still gagging and moaning behind Hank’s cock but not fighting so hard to get away.

“That’s a good girl,” Vicki says, sliding her fingers out of Mandy’s pussy just as Hank slips his cock out of her mouth. “You’re ready for the next step.”

As Mandy fights to recover, Vicki grabs her by the hair and spins her around so that her ass is now facing Hank. Mandy still hasn’t fully caught her breath when Vicki jams her fingers into Mandy’s mouth.

“Do you know where those just were?” Vicki asks, taunting Mandy. “They were jammed into your pussy.”

Mandy gags, but whether it’s from the thought of tasting her own pussy or because Vicki has jammed her fingers so deep into her throat that’s causing it. Not that it matters all that much, because Vicki has her own ideas on the matter.

“Oh, you don’t like that, huh?” Vicki says. “Well too fucking bad, bitch. You brought this onto yourself. Now lick those fingers clean of your juices while by husband fucks your pussy from behind.”

Vicki looks up at Hank and nods her head. Hank’s smile widens and he scoots his body forward until he’s sidled up to Mandy. Then he slips his cock into her pussy.

Hank hammers away at Mandy, fucking her from behind while Vicki continues to hold her fingers in Mandy’s throat.

“Fuck her good,” Vicki says. “Pummel that pussy with your fucking cock. Give it to her deep and hard, just like she likes it.” Vicki slides her fingers out of Mandy’s mouth. “That is how you like it, right?”

Mandy nods.

Vicki gives her a mildly threatening look, tilting her head and narrowing her eyes.

“Yes,” Mandy says between moans of pleasure. “That’s how I like it. Hard and deep.”

“See?” Vicki says, looking up at Hank. “Straight from her own mouth. You heard the girl. Give it to her like you mean it.”

Hank’s grin grows wider and he starts pumping his hips harder and faster, his groin slamming up against Mandy’s tight little ass, pushing her body forward every time they come together.

The sounds of sex fill the room—the wet smacking of flesh, grunts and groans and moans and heavy breathing.

“There you go,” Vicki says to Hank. “I always knew you had it in you. It just took a dirty little slut to bring it out of you.” She rises up and leans forward and sticks her tongue into Hank’s mouth and the two of them make out while Hank continues fucking Mandy from behind.

After breaking off the kiss, Vicki positions herself so she’s on her knees in front of Mandy. “Are you ready for the next stage in your punishment?” she asks Mandy.

“Yes,” Mandy answers between deep, gasping breaths.

“Very good,” Vicki says. “You answered without even being told this time. You’re progressing nicely.”

“Thank you,” Mandy says.

“Now it’s time for the master class,” Vicki says, pulling her own shirt and then bra off, revealing perfectly round, incredibly perky tits which are obviously fake but tastefully done. “Are you ready?”

“Yes,” Mandy answers.

Smiling, Vicki grabs ahold of the back of Mandy’s head with both of her hands, and simultaneously pulls Mandy’s head forward while leaning in towards her, smashing Mandy’s face up against Vicki’s flesh, right in between her tits.

With Vicki’s arms wrapped around Mandy’s head, she hold Mandy in place against her, smothering the younger girl with her flesh while Hank continues hammering away at her pussy from behind.

Ten seconds later Vicki releases Mandy, giving the younger girl a chance to breathe. Vicki allows Mandy two deep gulps of air before pushing down on the younger girl’s shoulders, forcing her head to the carpet.

“Get your head down,” Vicki says, angling Mandy’s face so half of it is pressed up against the carpet before climbing to her feet. “Right there. That’s right. Just like that. Stay right there.”

As Hank continues pummeling Mandy relentlessly from behind, not letting up at all, Vicki slips her sandals off then puts her foot on Mandy’s head, pressing down on it, keeping flush against the carpet.

“Slap her ass,” Vicki says to Hank. “Punish that dirty little slut while you fuck her.”

Hank obliges, smacking Mandy’s ass cheek with an open palm until it’s bright red.

“Okay, I’m sick of being on the outside looking in,” Vicki says, slipping out of her jeans, revealing a red g-string. “Time to get more involved.”

“Go for it,” Hank says, pausing for a little break but keeping his cock planted deep in Mandy pussy. “Show her what it’s like to play with the big kids.”

“I’m planning on it,” Vicki says, dropping down to her knees with her shins on the floor. She drops her pussy on Mandy’s head and rubs it back and forth. But that’s not enough for her.

“Something’s missing,” Vicki says to Hank. “We’re still taking it too easy on her.” She thinks for a moment, then sees her shirt on the floor. “Aaaahhhh,” she says, reaching over and grabbing the shirt. “I’ve got it.”

Still sitting atop Mandy’s head, Vicki lays the shirt across Mandy’s shoulders, then grabs the younger girls arms and wrenches them backwards until they’re folded behind her back, her wrists crossed over at the small of her back.

Mandy lets out a little yelp.

“Oh, you didn’t like that?” Vicki says mockingly. “Well too fucking bad. You should have thought about that before you decided to try and fuck my husband. Now shut up and take it.” Vicki turns her attention to Hank. “Hold her arms there,” she says.

Hank does as he’s told, keeping his cock inside Mandy but not moving for the time being.

“Did I tell you to stop fucking her?” Vicki says.

“No,” Hank replies. If he’s bothered by being bossed around like that he makes no indication. In fact, from the little smile perched on his face, it seems like he enjoys it.

“That’s right,” Vicki says. “I didn’t. So start up again.”

Hank obliges, working his cock in and out of Mandy’s pussy more aggressively than ever while continuing to hold onto her arms.

“That’s better,” Vicki says. She grabs the shirt and wraps it around Mandy’s wrists in a complicated pattern, binding them together behind Mandy’s back, incapacitating them.

“There we go,” Vicki says, obviously satisfied. “Now we can get to work on this little slut for real.”

Riding Mandy’s head once again, Vicki leans forward and starts making out with Hank while he continues fucking Mandy from behind.

“You like fucking this little slut, don’t you?” Vicki says after breaking off the kiss. Her face is mere centimeters from Hank’s.

Smiling, Hank nods.

“That’s good, because I like watching you fuck her,” Vicki says. “But I can’t help but think we’re still being too easy on her.”

“I agree,” Hank says.

“What do you think?” Vicki says. “Should you stick your cock in her tight little asshole?”

Hank nods vigorously.

“Yeah?” Vicki says. “Do you want to fuck her ass?”

“Very much so,” Marks says.

“I’d ask Mandy if that’s okay with her,” Vicki says. “But it doesn’t really matter, does it? Because we’re going to do it anyway. But first, we need to get it ready.”

Keeping her pussy on top of Mandy’s head, Vicki leans down further, takes one of Mandy’s asscheeks in each hand, and opens them up, exposing her tight little asshole.

“You hold these open,” Vicki says to Hank. “I’ll get her warmed up.”

Hank takes over, spreading Mandy’s asscheeks with his hands while Vicki sticks the middle finger of her right hand into her mouth. Once it’s good and lubed up with her saliva, Vicki slides her middle finger into Mandy’s asshole.

Mandy lets out a little shriek.

“Again, I don’t care,” Vicki says while working her finger into Mandy’s asshole while Hank continues fucking her pussy. “If you play with the bull you get the horns. Next time maybe you’ll think about what you’re doing before you play with another woman’s husband. Now shut your mouth and take it.”

After Vicki loosens up Mandy’s asshole with one finger, she lets a trail of saliva drop out of her mouth and into the crack of Mandy’s ass and watches it run down the edge of her ass and into her anus. Vicki uses this extra spit to slip her index finger into Cindys asshole, making it two total.

Mandy doesn’t shriek this time, instead her moan reveals more than a hint of pleasure.

“Oh,” Vicki says to Hank. “I think she likes it.”

“Then I guess it’s time for my cock,” Hank says.

“My thoughts exactly.”

Vicki pulls her fingers out of Mandy’s asshole and grabs ahold of the base of Hank’s cock. She pulls the rest of his cock out of Mandy’s pussy, then nestles it up against Mandy’s asshole, which is gaping and ready to accept it.

Hank pushes his hips forward and lets out a low groan as his cock slides into Mandy’s asshole. Mandy takes in a sharp breath and lets out a high-pitched moaning whine. But Hank pays no heed, continuing to push ahead, forcing his cock deeper and deeper into Mandy’s asshole, one inch at a time while Mandy squirms moans beneath him.

“There you go,” Vicki says, her smile wider than ever. “Give her the whole fucking thing. Don’t stop until your cock has disappeared inside her.”

Hank’s hands have migrated to Mandy’s hips for leverage and Vicki replaces them with her own, holding Mandy’s asscheeks open, giving her a clear view of her husbands cock disappearing inside Mandy’s asshole.

“That’s what I’m talking about,” Vicki says once Hank is balls deep inside of Mandy. “Now pummel her fucking asshole like there’s no tomorrow.”

So Hank does, pulling his hips back before pushing them forward, fucking Mandy’s asshole with his entire cock with every thrust. He takes it slowly at first, getting her nice and loose, but it isn’t long before he’s hammering his cock in and out of her, his balls slapping up against her pussy while his cock slams in and out of her asshole.

“Holy shit that’s so fucking hot,” Vicki says. Her head is lying on top of Mandy’s ass, her face mere inches from the younger girls asshole. Vicki looks up at Hank with gleaming eyes. “She takes that cock good in her ass, doesn’t she?”

Hank nods.

“Yeah,” Vicki says. “Something tells me that she’s been fucked in the ass a few times before.”

While Hank continues pummeling Mandy’s ass, Vicki climbs off her head so she’s sitting on the floor in front of the younger girls face.

Vicki grabs ahold of Mandy’s hair and lifts her head until they are face to face. Looking deep into the younger girl’s eyes, speaking only loud enough that she can hear, Vicki says, “Have you learned your lesson yet?”

Mandy nods. She’s biting down on her bottom lip and a grunt escapes from her throat every time Hank slams his body into hers. From the look on her face she appears to be in distress but her eyes tell a different story. They are positively gleaming. She is enjoying this.

“But you like it too, don’t you?” Vicki says. “You like getting dominated and fucked by relative strangers, don’t you?”

Mandy nods again.

“Yeah, I can tell,” Vicki says, still holding Mandy’s head up by her hair. Her tone is measured, calm, as though they were having a regular conversation that didn’t include one of them getting fucked in the ass as they talked. “I can see it in your eyes.”

Hank lets out a low moan and starts to speed up, fucking Mandy even more aggressively, hammering her so hard that her body is pitching forward every time he slams into her.

Vicki looks up at Hank and smiles, then returns her eyes to Mandy. “Well, fortunately for you—or unfortunately, depending on how you look at it—Hank is just about done. Isn’t that right, Hank?”

Hank just nods. From the look of pure intent on his face he couldn’t talk even if he wanted to.

“Which means,” Vicki continues, returning her gaze to Mandy. “We are almost done here today. But if you truly enjoyed yourself as much as I think you did, there’s no reason why today can’t be the only time we do something like this.”

Mandy opens her mouth to speak but Vicki clamps it shut.

“No need to say anything now,” Vicki says, her tone still as calm and measured as earlier. “Just go home when we’re finished here and decide what you want to do. No hurry. And if you decide you want to continue along this path we’ve started here today, then come on over sometime and we’ll pick up right where we left off. And next time we’ll start to get real filthy.”

From above them, Hank mutters “shit, shit, shit,” under his breath.

“Well, that’s his cue,” Vicki says. “Just a few more seconds now. But remember what I said. We’re game for more of this if you are. Anytime. Just come on over. Okay?”

Mandy nods between grimaces as Hank slams his cock into her asshole harder than he has all night. Vicki flashes her a smile and gives her a playful little smack on the cheek, then turns her attention up to Hank.

“Are you ready?” Vicki asks.

Hank nods vigorously.

“Then let her have it,” Vicki says.

Hank pumps his hips a couple more times, then groans “holy fuck,” and yanks his cock out of Mandy’s asshole and jerks himself to completion, shooting stream after stream of cum all over Mandy’s back.

Vicki laughs softly and shakes her head in amazement. “That was pretty impressive,” she says to a smiling Hank. “I think you even got some in her hair.”

Hank laughs goofily while Mandy remains in the doggy position, her back arched and her ass sticking up in the air. Her back is painted white with Hank’s cum and her chest is heaving but there is a huge smile on her face.

“That’s a good girl,” Vicki says, matching her smile. She leans forward and slips her tongue into Mandy’s mouth. They make out while Hank stands over them, watching and smiling.

After a few seconds, Vicki breaks off the kiss, then stands up and helps Mandy to her feet. “Now you get cleaned up and get yourself home,” Vicki says. “And maybe we’ll see you again soon.”




Ten minutes later, Vicki closes the front door behind Mandy then heads into the kitchen. Hank is sitting at the dining room table, drinking a soda and staring through the window at Mandy as she makes her way across the lawn and down the sidewalk, towards her house.

The younger girl has a spring in her step that has her practically bouncing. She looks back at the house, smiling, and gives a little wave. Vicki waves back then sits down across from Hank.

“Well, that seemed to go well,” Hank says.

“Yeah, even better than I thought it would,” Vicki says.

“Not me,” Hank says. “I had her figured all along.”

“And you were right,” Vicki says, leaning over to give him a kiss. “As always.”

“How long do you think it’ll take before she comes back?” Hank asks.

“Tomorrow at the latest,” Vicki says. “Hell, I wouldn’t be surprised if she makes her way back here tonight some time. She was that into it.”

“So were you,” Hank says, grinning.

“Me?” Vicki says. “You’re the one that had the best time of all. I just got to mess with her a little bit. You got to fuck her brains out.”

“There’s always next time,” Hank says.

“You’re damn right,” Vicki replies. “Next time I get to have all the fun.”

“All of it?”

“Well, most of it, at least,” Vicki says.

“Yeah, I guess that’s fair enough,” Hank says.

“And speaking of fucking,” Vicki says, “How long until you’re ready to go again?”

“Give me a few more minutes and I’ll be good to go again.”

Vicki smiled. “That’s what I like to hear. Do you think you can give it to me as hard as you did to Mandy?”

“Hell, I took it easy on her,” Hank says. “I didn’t want to break the poor girl the first time we had her.”

“Well you don’t have to worry about breaking me,” Vicki says, rising up from her chair and taking Hank by the hand. “If anything, you have to worry about me breaking you.”

“It’ll never happen,” Hank says with a grin, allowing Vicki to pull him to his feet.

“We’ll see about that,” Vicki says as she leads Hank out of the kitchen and up the stairs towards their bedroom. “We’ll just see.”




Jessica loves her job.

As the only female vice-president in her company, she has certain perks that she helps herself to whenever possible. Specifically, the junior executives.

All of them are desperate to move up in the company, and she takes advantage of this fact by forcing them to do things that they might not necessarily do otherwise.

Not that they mind.

Jessica is an incredibly attractive woman with platinum blonde hair, the face of a model and a killer body. And on top of that, she’s a freak in the sack, willing to get down and dirty with someone she’s only seen from afar or talked to a few times.

In fact, for the most part, the less she knows about the young men the better. It’s far easier for her to get nasty with a relative stranger than it is with someone she knows casually. Plus it’s less uncomfortable afterwards if they don’t have a prior personal relationship. Besides the whole boss/employee thing of course.

The whole setup works out perfectly for Jessica. The young men she takes advantage of aren’t directly beneath her so she isn’t in charge of their promotions or performance reviews or anything like that. But they all know that she has some say in what goes on and they long to be on her good side. So she can pick one on whim and do whatever she wants to them without having to worry about any reprisals.

All in all, it’s a perfect job.




On this day, Jessica calls Tony into her office. He’s been with the company for a little more than a month now, and from what she’s heard, he’s a good worker. Always on time, attentive, considerate, a little shy. Not to mention good-looking, with a sharply-lined face, dark hair, and a six-foot tall, finely honed body. All the things she looks for in a man.

Tony knocks on her office door and Jessica invites him in.

“Lock it behind you,” she says, smiling.

Tony gives her a curious look but does as she says.

“Have a seat,” Jessica says, beckoning him to a leather office chair in front of her desk.

Tony does as he’s told.

Once he’s seated, Jessica stands up from her chair and comes over in front of him. She’s wearing a white blouse with the top few buttons undone, revealing a good portion of her firm, perky tits and a short black skirt that shows off her incredible legs.

Tony is trying to avoid staring at her but is having trouble. He’s breathing heavily and there is sweat forming on his brow. He’s undoubtedly heard about Jessica’s proclivities around the office, but it’s hard for her to tell if he’s looking forward to having his turn or scared about what’s the come. Perhaps a bit both.

 Not that Jessica cares. She likes the confusion in his eyes, the discomfort that’s plain on his face. She gets off on it. In fact, you could say that it’s the real reason she does what she does; not just for the physical sensation that comes from it, but the mental stimulation too.

Jessica sits atop her desk and looks down at Tony. Her legs are slightly open, giving him a straight shot up her skirt. She wants to see how he handles the view.

“Do you know why I called you into my office?” she asks.

Tony shakes his head. His gaze is continually shifting between looking up at Jessica’s face and peeking at what’s between her legs. (Which is flesh only; she conveniently forgot to put on any panties this morning.)

“Really?” she asks. “No idea at all?”

He shakes his head again but he’s also starting to blush.

“Now, why don’t I believe you?” Jessica asks, tilting her head sideways and smirking knowingly at him. “Are you sure you have no idea whatsoever?”

Tony shakes his head yet again.

“You know what I think?” Jessica says, climbing to her feet then immediately dropping to her knees in front of him. “I think you’ve heard all the stories from the other guys and you know exactly why I called you in here. That’s what I think.”

Jessica reaches out and grabs Tony’s waistband. He quickly scrambles out of the chair, knocking it over in his haste. He tries to back away from Jessica but she stays right with him, shuffling on her knees as he moves backwards, her hands still clinging to his waistband. Eventually she backs him up all the way to the wall.

“Nowhere to run to now,” she says, smiling like a demon up at him.

He just stares at her, his eyes wide, his breath catching in his throat.

“What’s wrong?” Jessica asks, her excitement growing. She loves messing with men, especially shy ones. It gets her off. “Do you not like women?”

“It’s not that,” Tony says, barely able to spit out the words.

“Then what is it?” Jessica asks as she slowly undoes his belt.

“It’s just that . . . that you’re—”

“The vice-president of the company?” she volunteers for him, slipping his belt off his waist.

“Yeah,” he says.

“That just means you should be going out of your way to please me even more,” Jessica says as she drops his belt onto the ground. “Not denying me what I want.”

Tony sighs in defeat. She has him there. Her logic is unassailable. Just like it always is in this situation.

“I guess you’re right,” he says.

“Of course I am,” Jessica replies. She undoes the top button of his pants and goes to work on his zipper. “So just relax and go with the flow, all right?”

He takes a deep breath, lets it out slowly and nods his head.

“That’s a good boy,” Jessica says as she pulls his pants to the ground.

Tony’s raging boner is sticking straight out, hard as a log. His cock isn’t huge but that’s not a problem. Size only matters to a certain extent. As long as it’s not tiny that’s all that matters. And Tony’s isn’t tiny.

“You have a beautiful cock,” Jessica says, looking up at him. “Do you mind if I suck on it?”

Before Tony can answer, Jessica takes his cock in her mouth. She already knows the answer to her question anyway.

She works Tony’s cock for a little while, sucking on the tip while jerking him off, getting him warmed up, then starts sucking it more aggressively. She takes it progressively further down her throat, bobbing her head forward and back, her eyes locked on his, maintaining eye contact. It isn’t long before his cock is disappearing in her mouth with every thrust, tickling her throat, filling her up, making it difficult to breathe.

Jessica easily takes him all the way down a few times, then holds his cock in her throat, deepthroating him for a full tens seconds before pulling off. Her mouth is filled with saliva and she spits it on his cock then starts jerking him off again.

“You like that, don’t you?” Jessica says, staring up at Tony while working his cock with her hand. “You like it when I deepthroat your cock? When I choke and gag on it?”

Tony nods.

 “It makes you want to cum all over my face, doesn’t it?” Jessica says, getting off on his discomfort.

Tony nods again.

“Then just wait,” she says. “Because this is just the beginning.”

Laughing softly, Jessica drops down onto the back of her legs and slides in closer to Tony. Then she goes to work on his balls, licking his sack, taking one of his testicles in her mouth, sucking on it for a moment, gargling it, then doing the same thing to the other one, all while still continuing to jerk him off.

“What about that?” she says, looking up at him with a smile. “You like that too?”

“Yes,” he manages to croak out. It’s the first time he’s talked since his pants have come off.

Smiling wider, enjoying herself immensely, Jessica grabs ahold of his sack right above his balls and squeezes, capturing his testicles in a tight pocket. Then she takes both of his balls in her mouth and sucks hard.

Tony makes a soft sound and his legs buckle just a little bit. Jessica can feel him tensing up so she pops his balls out of her mouth.

“That too, I assume?” she says.

Tony’s nod is more emphatic than ever.

“Good, because I’ve got more where that came from,” Jessica says. “But first you have to do some things for me. Okay?”

He nods again.

Jessica stands up and grabs ahold of his cock and uses it to lead him over towards the couch set against the far wall of her office. Then she grabs a throw pillow from the couch and drops it on the floor.

“Lay down on your back with your head on the pillow,” she says.

Tony does as he’s told.

Jessica positions herself so she has one foot on each side of his head, her body directly above his face. She pulls her skirt up over her waist, revealing her neatly manicured pussy. Then she slips two fingers inside herself. They slide in easily; she’s already soaking wet. She works her pussy with her fingers while staring down at Tony.

“Do you like my pretty little pussy?” Jessica asks.

Tony nods.

“Do you want a closer look at it?” she says.

He nods again.

Jessica squats over him, one leg on each side of his head. Her pussy is hovering a couple of inches above his mouth. She’s still banging away at herself, working her pussy with her fingers.

After she’s got her fingers soaked with her juices, Jessica pulls them out of her pussy, then bends down a little more and sticks them in Tony’s mouth.

He sucks on her fingers, licking Jessica’s pussy juices off of them.

“There you go,” Jessica says. “Lick them clean. That’s a good boy.”

Once Tony is done, Jessica pulls her fingers out of his mouth.

“Did you like the taste of my pussy?” she asks him.

Tony nods his head for what seems like the hundredth time since entering her office.

“Well you’re in luck,” Jessica says. “Because I’m going to give you a chance to get your fill of it.

She grabs a handful of his hair and lift his head until his mouth is pressing up against her pussy.

“Lick it,” Jessica says

Tony does as he’s told, going after her pussy with serious intensity, not holding back at all.

Jessica lets him work on her pussy for a few seconds before dropping his head back to the pillow.

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