Loading...Susan glanced at her watch and hurried out to her white Ford Explorer, her heels clicking on the asphalt of the parking lot. She had arranged an early day from work and wanted to get home to her husband. David had the day off and she hoped to use the time to coax him into some long overdue love making.
She needed to get home before David decided head out to the golf course.
The drive home was quick since mid morning traffic was light. In fifteen minutes Susan was almost home when she eased her foot off the gas and onto the break, slowing her SUV. She looked out the driver’s window at house, just three blocks from her own, that had become an eyesore. She stopped her vehicle and just stared at the lawn.
The house on either side had immaculate lawns and fresh paint. This house was a travesty. The unkempt, yellow patched lawn was covered with dandy lions and weeds. As president of the home owners association it was her duty to ensure that everyone in the neighborhood followed the rules. And the rules had a standard for lawns.
Susan was about to move on when she saw movement in the house. She decided to address this now! A quick face to face with the owner and she’d be on her way. Susan pulled over and parked her SUV across the street.
Susan made a quick check of her honey blond hair, streaked with blond highlights, brushing back a few strands that were loose. She checked her makeup and added a touch of shadow over her bright blue eyes. She touched up her lower lip with some very red lipstick then pressed her full lips together to spread it evenly, giving them a moist shine.
Susan habitually checked her appearance, constantly applying makeup. The more David ignored her at home the more she felt the need to pretty her self up. Eventually she stopped wearing paint suits and switched to skirts. Her flats evolved into heels. So far David hadn’t noticed.
Susan slid out of her seat, her heels clicking as they landed on the sidewalk. She smoothed her royal blue skirt brushing a small piece of lint off. Barely reaching to her knees, it was the shortest skirt Susan owned but it showed off her shapely calves and slender ankles. Her round thighs and thick hips filled the skirt out showing every curve of her lower body. A body which didn’t fit the super model mold, but was firm and taut none the less.
Susan had been uncomfortable while sitting at work, her hem rode so high! She had worn a pair of sheer nylon stockings that gave her legs an iridescent sheen. The super sheer stockings barely added any shade to her legs they were so fine. The hem rode up enough to show the welt of her stockings if she crossed her legs, and if she didn’t keep her hands on her lap, her garters pressed through the tight skirt for all to see.
Susan normally wore pantyhose to work and had never worn stockings in public like this. Stockings were more comfortable than tights and they didn’t cling to every bit of her. But men seemed drawn to stockings. Susan didn’t realize how uncomfortable it would make her feel.
Susan noticed that several men’s eyes had lingered on her shiny legs. A few men had come over to ask silly questions and Susan suspected they just wanted a peek, hoping to see her stocking top peek from under her skirt. Had she known they had this effect she would have just called in sick and waited for David to wake up.
Her plan had been to dress up so she could wow David. Susan thought that she’d go into work for a few hours to take care of the important tasks, then head home. She had no idea the attention she was going to draw at work.
Susan he felt good knowing she was turning heads. She was even drawing more attention then the other, younger, slimmer women at work. It had been a while since she had felt so sexy. Susan debated dressing like this every day. Maybe that’s why David was ignoring her.
David had planned to slept in but should be awake by now. Susan knew that if she could draw the lust out of the men at work, surely, she could entice David into the bedroom. Or even on the couch! At this point she didn’t care where, the kitchen table! She needed sex and for the two years of neglect from her husband to come to end. Masturbation in the tub just wasn’t cutting it anymore.
One look at the lawn across the street brought her back to the task at hand. The residence of this house needed a warning and it would only take a moment to deliver it. Besides, David was never on time for anything. Susan just knew he was still in his underwear, flipping channels on the TV, probably grumbling because he could find nothing to watch. She had time to do this, and then she would hurry home and surprise him.
She fastened the button on her matching suit jacket, her large breasts pressing against the inside. The lapels of the jacket had pink trim and they crossed over her breasts, stretched out by her double Ds. The pale pink satin blouse underneath was stretched taught. She normally didn’t wear clothes this tight but again, anything to get David to look up from his damn golf magazine.
Her last weapon to draw her husband’s attention was a pair five inch heels. The heels were royal blue with a pink bow above the toe. The sling back and a small peep toe showed off her bright pink toenails and the darker reinforced areas of her stockings.
She knew David had a thing for feet. If he didn’t look up when she walked in the door, she’d plant her foot between his legs and wiggle her toes. That should get his blood pumping. She’d never given him a foot job but she had practiced with her dildos and she felt ready to do what ever it would take. Susan was going to have sex with her husband even if she had to tie him down!
The ride in the car had stretched her undergarments into odd positions. Susan peeked around to make sure no one was looking, and then bent over to run her hands over her silky stockings. She checked them for any runs then hiked her skirt up and tugged the stockings back into place. She checked her garters and then pulled her skirt as low as it would go. For a brief moment anyone that could see her would have caught a wonderful show, but no one was around and Susan’s brief indecency was over.
With her skirt back in place, Susan took two quick steps to the rear passenger door of her SUV, heels clicking loudly on the concrete. Susan often wore high heels to offset her short height and even though these were a bit higher than normal, she was comfortable walking in them. She opened her rear passenger door and slid a briefcase to the edge of the seat. She popped it open and found the files that listed all of the homes in the association and their owners.
Susan knew the house in question was listed to a Tom and Jenny Hill. Susan shut the briefcase and the truck door, then marched across the street to give Mr. Hill his first warning. She caught another glimpse of the movement inside the house. Assured that someone was home she quickened her pace and knocked on the door.
A man, Mr. Hill she assumed, opened the door. Susan’s eyebrows shot up and her eyes widened, all Mr. Hill was wearing was a white bath towel wrapped loosely around his waist. Her cheeks flushed and she let out her breath in a soft sigh to keep her self from saying “Oh my!” The man’s bare chest was hard and his rigid abs were clearly defined.
She couldn’t help but stare at his chest and flat stomach. The towel was wrapped low around his waist and Susan admired the definition of his cut, lower abs. Susan often fantasied about men built like this. She dreamed of them taking her, roughly having sex with her, then leaving. But those were just fantasies. Susan wanted to get home to her husband. For now, Mr. Hill would be some nice eye candy to help her get into the mood.
While Susan ogled Mr. Hill, he took a good look at her. His eyes danced all over her body resting on her breasts momentarily only to flick back to her creamy legs. Susan noticed his stare and she became uncomfortable. The men at work had attempted to casually undress her with their eyes. Mr. Hill was striping her with his. An awkward pause fell over them.
“Excuse me, Mr. Hill,” Susan said, finally breaking the silence, “if now is not a good time…”
“Um… Yes.” The man said, coming out of his daze. “I’m sorry, how can I help you?”
“My name is Susan Young and-”
“Susan, could we please step inside? I’d like to change into some clothes.”
“Ah…” Susan paused.
“Please, it will only take a moment. My couch is more comfortable then standing in heels.”
The man gestured to her feet and Susan had to admit that she’d rather sit down. She nodded consent and stepped in as he held the door for her. The front room was clean, and there was a large leather couch to sit on. Suddenly Susan regretted her decision because when she sat down her skirt would ride up quite a bit!
The front door was closed and when she heard the dead bolt lock Susan felt she may have more problems then a pesky skirt. Abruptly a large hand cupped her mouth and a muscled arm scooped her around the waist. Susan’s startled gasp was muffled by the hand cupped over her mouth, her hands pulled at the arms that grabbed her but it was useless. Her legs kicked as she was whisked off her feet.
Susan was carted out of the front room backwards, a hand cupping her mouth the entire time. Susan couldn’t get her footing as she was drug through the house. Most of the time she was lifted off the ground, and for the few moments when her feet touched the floor, her heels kept her from getting a firm footing. Susan’s left arm was pinned to her side and she tried to pry the arm around her waist off. Her other arm tried to grab on to doorways and walls in a vain attempt to stop her decent further into the house.
Susan’s assailant pulled her into a bedroom and finally she was released, thrown toward the bed. She spun around on the way over and her calves hit the base of the bed causing her to fall head over heels onto it. Before falling, Susan had caught a glimpse of Mr. Hill dropping his towel.
Susan’s momentum almost made her flip over and her legs flung high into the air. Fighting the inertia she got her legs and ass down, then propped her self on her elbows. The first thing her eyes fell on was a large cock, still building a full erection. It was clear what Mr. Hill had in mind and his shaft, twice the size of her husband’s already, caused Susan to pause. Guilt struck her the moment she allowed the unformed thought to seed in her mind and she started to flail on the bed to get off.
Mr. Hill jumped on her. They struggled on the bed as he stripped her jacket off her. Susan was shocked at how strong and fast he was. Her attempts to fight him off were futile, and it seemed any action she took was countered before she finished thinking about it. Soon her jacket was gone and her blouse had been torn open, revealing her large breasts, rising and falling in the sheer pink bra.
Mr. Hill pinned her wrists down on the bed and he knelt between her legs. Her skirt had ridden up so far in the struggle that her pink panties and black garter belt were in full view. Mr. Hill plunged his face into her cleavage, his face ravishing her chest.
“Mr. Hill,” Susan said half out of breath, “Please, let me up.”
“Wrap your legs around me.” He said gruffly ignoring her.
“Mr. Hill!” she screamed.
In a lightning movement, he sat up letting go of her wrist, and slapped her across the face. The slap stung and it shocked Susan. She knew that it had been light and he could have hit her much harder. He leaned close to her face.
“Wrap those silky legs around me. I don’t want to bruise that pretty face but I will.”
Slowly, Susan slid her legs over his thighs and then around his waist. She took a deep breath and as calmly as she could said: “Mr. Hill, I think there has been a mistake.” Susan could hear the tremble in her own voice.
“Two mistakes, sweetheart. One, I’m not Mr. Hill.” He pulled the soft bra cups down bearing her nipples. “Two, you walked inside the house.”
Susan allowed a moment of panic. Who was this man and where were the Hills? He pressed his nose into her neck and kissed her softly while his hands let go of her wrists and started to fondle her breasts. Susan arched her back, involuntarily, and she almost wrapped her arms around him. It drove her wild when a man kissed her like that and it had been so long!
“Your nipples are getting hard, Susan.” he said against her neck between kisses. “Don’t tell me you don’t like this.”
Susan controlled herself and meekly wedged her hands so that they pressed on his chest. Susan had to control herself again as she felt the hard muscles of his chest. She wanted to give in and let this man take her! “No!” Susan yelled out, as much to herself as the man assaulting her. She was not a whore and she would fight him off!
The man again, slapped her. He had moved so fast she didn’t even have time to flinch. And this time he’d hit her so hard she saw stars for a moment. Susan knew she couldn’t fight this. He was too strong, and too fast. He went back to pinching her nipples and kissing her neck.
Susan tried to stay calm. She couldn’t fight him, but if she was careful, she may find a moment to escape. Susan also thought she might be able to talk him out of this. “Look, Mr… um… oooh! Please, let me go. I wont saAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH”
The man shifted so he was looking right into her eyes. “You liked that didn’t you?” He grinned at her and then looked down at her tits. “Go on. you were saying something?” The man covered her right nipple with his mouth and his tongue did something Susan had never felt before. Susan kept her mouth closed but she still let out a hum of shocked pleasure she couldn’t hide.
“Please!” Susan said with a gasp. “I’m a married woman!”
“What’s that?” the man said suddenly looking up. He snatched her left hand and took a good look at the large diamond ring on her finger. He took a hold of it with his other hand and slid it off her slender finger. “Just a small trophy.” He said and then proceeded to strip her clothes off.
Susan lay still as the man unzipped her skirt and pulled it off her legs. Susan had no idea what to do. The man pulled her shoes off and then slid his hands up and down her legs. This man didn’t care what he took or said. Susan began to wonder if she would make it out of this house at all.
“Please don’t hurt me.” she said quietly.
“Oh, Sweetheart, I’m not going to hurt you. As long as you cooperate.”
He seemed to take delight in her sheer stockings. He traced his fingers down her thighs all the way to her toes. Softly he kissed her knees and groped her calves. For a moment Susan thought that if she could get a good kick at his face, she might be able to get free. But the thought was gone as soon as it started. She couldn’t kick him hard enough or run fast enough.
He knelt at the edge of the bed and then guided her feet so that her arches cupped the base of his shaft. “You know what to do.” he said. Susan knew, and she had hope. She had only been with a few men in her life, and all of them were done once they ejaculated. If she could tease an orgasm out of that cock with her feet, maybe her attacker would let her go. Susan propped her self up on her elbows and focused on the dick between her feet.
Slowly Susan slid her stockinged soles over his shaft. His cock seemed to stiffen and grow larger with her foot tease! She continued to pump her feet over his penis, and he seemed to enjoy it more. She slid one foot under his ball sack, tickling his nuts with her nylon toes. Her other foot slid up and down the bottom of his shaft.
“You’re better at this than Mrs. Hill.” He said to her.
That thought worried Susan. That explained why he was here, but where was Mrs. Hill? Tied up in another part of the house? Or worse. Susan put that thought out of her mind. Maybe Mrs. Hill was on her way home right now. Probably this man was expecting Mrs. Hill to walk in and he was going to do this to her.
Hopefully her arrival would interrupt him long enough for Susan to make her escape. Susan kept sliding her silky feet over his shaft and he started breathing harder. Susan knew he was close. Another minute and she would have him. Then he pulled away from her, and Susan’s hopes fell. Reaching out he took her by the arm and pulled her forward until she was at the edge of the bed on her hands and knees.
As he pulled her to the edge he got off the bed, standing at the foot. Before Susan could say or do anything he took her by the hair and forced his cock into her mouth. “Mmuphh!” was all Susan could manage. She tried to pull away but he had her by the hair, and pulled her onto his cock as he thrust forward.
The last time Susan had a dick in her mouth was high school. That penis, belonging to her study partner who had demanded some payment for all his help with algebra, had been small and kind of cute. This cock was a monster! Susan fought her gag reflex as he thrust it deep into her mouth, stretching her lips tight around the base of his shaft.
“Press down with those red lips, Honey.” he said to her. “I want a red ring around my cock.”
Susan managed to get her hands up, pressing on his thighs, hoping to push him away. It was no use. She gripped his thighs and felt the steel muscles that formed his legs. Unable to stop herself, Susan slid her fingers up to his abs, feeling the sharp ridges. She lightly clawed his lower abs with her fingernails.
Susan figured she may as well get a grope of her own in since she couldn’t stop him. But her fondling fingers had caused a larger reaction than she was expecting. Soon she felt his penis convulse on her tongue and he shot his load into her mouth. “Don’t spill a drop! Or I’ll slap you silly!” The salty cum didn’t stop and soon Susan thought she was going to choke. Nevertheless Susan managed to keep all of it in her mouth. This was it. As soon as this was over she could leave!
Finally the wave of semen stopped and she managed to gulp it down. Susan knew her ordeal was over now. But this man didn’t suddenly sag with fatigue. Instead he seemed energized. He wasn’t done, he was just getting started!
He manhandled her roughly, And began stripping her. Susan tried to keep her hands up to protect her face from any more slaps. He stripped the blouse off completely, then relieved her of her bra. He flipped her over and yanked her panties right off. She had worn the panties over the garter belt, but the action still caused one of her garter straps to snap free. He carefully fastened the garter back to the welt of the stocking.
“Let’s keep those on.” he said. “They’re the best part of the show.”
Susan gave up escape. She couldn’t run stark naked out to her car. All that she hoped for now was that he wouldn’t hurt her. The man knelt between her legs again, scooping up each of her legs with his arms and then grabbing her by the ass.
“That’s a nice trim pussy you have there.” he said, and lifted her to his mouth. His tongue danced over her snatch like a snake racing along the grass. Susan had never been given oral sex and she vowed that if she ever got out of this, she was going to demand David do it to her. Or she’d see about a divorce!
Susan’s legs stretched out and she curled her toes letting out gasping scream of joy. Her arms flailed for something to grab onto and she rolled her head about. Soon the man found her clitoris and Susan thought she would go blind. Her back arched and her hands found his wrists. She pulled on him and bent her knees, placing her feet on his back. Anything to get him closer to her.
And then it was over. Too soon as far as Susan was concerned. Suddenly a wave of guilt struck her and vowed that if she could make it out of this she would never have such thoughts again. The silent vow was broken almost as soon as it was made when he aligned his shaft and thrust into her for the first time.
Susan yelled “Oh my God!” loudly and clearly. His cock filled her and he wrapped his large arms around her, pinning her arms to her sides. She managed to get her hands up on his flanks, and her fingernails lightly raked his taught muscles. With out being told, she wrapped her silken legs around him as he slowly thrust into her.
His shaft penetrated her deeply then withdrew almost until it came out, then back in again. Her pussy was slick from his earlier work and his cock seemed to stretch every inch of her. He again started to kiss her on the neck and all the sensations at once were almost too much for Susan. She vocalized incoherently each time he thrust into her and slowly he began to build up speed. Soon he was slapping into her with violent thrusts and Susan’s breathing became rapid and loud as he fucked her.
Then it was too much. Susan saw stars again but this time it was different. Waves of orgasm shot through her body and climaxed with a scream forced out of her mouth louder than Susan expected. He slowed his pace and each thrust cause a shiver to wash over her body.
And then it was over. He got off her and walked over to the corner of the room pulling on clothes. Susan was spent. All she could do was lay there and gasp. Soon the man was dressed in a tee shirt and jeans. From his pocket he pulled a small chain that sparkled in the light. Susan realized that it was rings. Rings of all sorts with diamonds and rubies, made of gold or platinum.
He plucked her ring off the dresser and added it to his collection. He slipped them back into his pocket and then got on the bed, straddling her. She looked up, unable to fight or say anything. One of his hands fingered her nipple and he kissed her softly on the check.
“We must do this again sometime.” he said. “I up for another right now, but Mr. Hill will be home soon. I don’t even have time for another shower.” he grinned at her.
He leaned in and kissed her on the lips, long and with passion. Then he got off the bed and walked over to the closet. when he opened it there was a woman lying on the floor inside. She was bound and gagged and mostly naked. He bent at the knees, taking hold of her binds, then lifted her easily. He flopped her on the bed next to Susan.
“Jenny, your breasts aren’t as lovely, nor do you suck cock as well as Susan here,” he slapped her hard on her firm round ass. “But I love that ass! See you around ladies.” and with that he left the room.
The two women looked at each other for a moment and then Susan sprung off the bed. “I’m really sorry, er… Jenny.” she said to the blonde woman bound on the bed. “I’ve really got to go.” Susan found her skirt and slid it on. her blouse was torn to pieces. Susan left it and gathered her jacket. The woman on the bed tried to say something but couldn’t due to the gag.
Susan slipped on her shoes and ran out of the room. She stopped realizing she had forgotten something and rushed back into the bedroom. The woman on the bed looked up with hope in her eyes. “Do something about that lawn!” Susan demanded. “It’s out of code!” Then she bolted from the house.