Journey Into Cheating - Part 3 (My Obsession With My Boyfriend's Dad) free porn video

Despite masturbating about my sex club session with Mr. Barker frequently, I did my best to put the event out of my conscious mind in order to remain sane. I would have moments where I felt intense shame and guilt and sadness, but I quickly did my best to suppress them. It had been several weeks since it had happened and life was carrying on like normal, each day melting into another. One day stood out as eventful in this lull of excitement, though. Sam and I had finished work at the supermarket and we were waiting at the bus stop outside the store. Suddenly, I heard Sam say that he could see his dad. I remember being wide-eyed, concern immediately came to the front of my mind. Sure enough, his dad pulled up in his car. He wound down the window and said he was in the area and thought he would give us a lift home from work. Sam eagerly accepted the offer and I hesitantly followed. Sam offered me the front seat and he got into the back.

The car journey seemed fine but I was a mess the whole time. I was so worried I would just blurt out that I fucked his dad, or something. Luckily, Sam and his dad just chatted about work. We were only a few minutes from our flat when Mr. Barker pulled into a petrol station. He pulled up in a parking spot and asked Sam to go and get him some batteries. Sam reluctantly got out the car and walked into the shop. Without looking at me, his dad reached over and slid his hands into my leggings. I jumped and did my best to stifle a scream. He slid a finger all the way up from the bottom of my pussy, and stopped at the top to play with my clit. I let out a soft moan.

“Put your hand on my dick,” he said flatly. “Don't make it look obvious.”

I hesitated for a brief moment, then reached over and rested my hand on his crotch. He was getting hard. I rubbed along the length of his cock, feeling it grow through his trousers.

“I'm going to fuck you with this dick again,” he told me.

I was blinded by the feel of his fingers in my pussy.

“Wh...when?” I quietly asked.

“Soon,” he replied.

Mr. Barker quickly pulled his hand from between my legs as Sam began walking out the store, walking towards us. He could easily see both his dad and I sitting in the front, but not below our chests. As soon as I noticed him I yanked my hand away from his dad's crotch. I sat there, trying to look completely disinterested in the situation. Sam got into the back of the car and handed his dad the batteries.

“Thanks, son,” he said. “The TV remote died last night.”

Mr. Barker dropped us home and waved us goodbye, like everything was normal. I made my way into the house with Sam, starstruck by what had just happened. I was buzzing with sexual adrenaline and could barely think. But, as a couple of hours passed and the feeling wore off, I started to feel awful. I think the reason I felt so bad was because I knew, deep down, that I was going to hurt Sam and break his trust once again. In the front of my mind, I told myself that I wouldn't do it and that I would just try and be happy with Sam.

A few days later, during work, I got a message from an unknown number. I thought nothing of it and carried on working. After an hour or so I went to the toilet. As I sat there peeing, I scrolled through my phone. I remembered the message I'd received earlier, so I opened it. It was a message from Mr. Barker. I snapped out of my sedated work-mode. He told me it was him and that I was to let him know once Sam had fallen asleep that night, and nothing else. I looked up from my phone, staring through the toilet cubicle door. My heart started to beat faster. My mind started to race. What was he going to do? What was going to happen? What was I going to do? I went in circles in my head, trying to decide if I should suppress my curiosity and desire, or give in. Should I be faithful and loving to Sam, or should I potentially fuck his dad?

I finished peeing and put my phone away. I didn't reply. I was just going to ignore the message, not message him later, and then hopefully I could forget about everything. Even as the resolution appeared in my mind, that devious spark within me protested. I pulled up my trousers and went back to work, leaving the situation back in the toilet cubicle. It felt like forever waiting to finish work but Sam and I eventually finished and took a bus home. I spent the whole evening on edge. I wanted to be a good person, to be a loving girlfriend, but I knew that I wouldn't be able to resist. I wanted to but I knew I couldn't. Despite that, I resolved to do my best to be good. I eventually made the sensible decision to go to bed when Sam went to bed, so that I could just forget about what his dad had asked me to do and go to sleep.

Hours passed and I just wasn't sleeping. Sam had been snoring away for ages. I knew that was my signal to message his dad, but I didn't, and the conflict kept me from sleep. As I lay listening to Sam snore, I heard my phone buzz against the bedside table. I slowly reached across and picked it up. It was a message from Mr. Barker. He said that he had waited long enough and that, whether Sam was asleep or not, I was to come outside immediately. I locked the phone and lay still. I knew my mind was going to try and make me feel bad and try to stop me from going, but I also knew that I was going to do it anyway. I looked back at Sam sleeping, a twinge of shameful pain hit me, and I slowly slipped out of bed. I walked downstairs naked and found a top and some leggings lying around and quickly got dressed. I quietly made my way to the front door and gently pushed down on the handle. It softly clicked open and I made my exit, shutting the door behind me as quietly as possible.

I looked up and down my dark street for Mr. Barker's car, I couldn't see it. Suddenly, I noticed a car's lights flash on and then off. My heart began to quicken. I hurriedly made my way over to the car, looking back at the flat, then opened the door and got in.

“You didn't message me,” he said sternly.

“Sorry,” I said in hushed tones. “I...I was nervous. I'm not sure I want to...”

“Please do as I ask next time, Elisa,” he cut in.

Without another word, he pulled his trousers and boxers down to the floor. His magnificent cock flopped out. Before I even had time to properly marvel at it, he reached behind the back of my head with his hand and pulled me towards his cock. My face fell into it and it pressed hard against my cheek. I gained my composure, took hold, and slid it into my mouth. God, I had forgotten how amazing it felt to have this older man's big, thick dick in between my lips. I happily let him force my head down repeatedly. I was gagging furiously but he didn't relent. Every now and then he would ease up and let me suck him how I wanted, but he was enjoying fucking my face. I took every stroke, eager to please him however he wanted. I reached a hand around and began to play with his balls, as he slammed my head onto his violently thrusting dick. It was incredible. He was being so rough with me, I'd never experienced such ferocity during sex, but for some reason I completely trusted him with my body. I had some strange sense that he was caring and loving, even while he pounded my mouth with force.

We carried on our frantic session for a little longer until I felt him start to tense up. He let out a long moan and began shooting big shots of cum into my mouth. He held my head down and pushed his dick as far into my willing mouth as it would go. I felt cum shooting straight down my throat. It was glorious. He finished up his big load, then released me. I immediately shot up for air and gasped. He pulled up his boxers and trousers and sorted himself out. I sat up, looking in the passenger mirror. I looked a state. My hair was all over the place and I had cum around my mouth. I quickly neatened myself up as best I could and licked my lips. He looked over to me.

“Did you enjoy that?” he asked.

I caught my breath. “Yes, Mr. Barker.”

“I'll tell you when I want to see you next,” he said, sounding so strict. “Does that sound good to you?”

“Yes, Mr. Barker,” I said again.

“You can go back in, now,” he said. “Be sure not to get caught.”

And with that I got out the car and headed back to the flat. I crept in and quietly made my way back into bed. My heart was beating so hard and I was still breathing heavily. I was worried I would wake up Sam but luckily he was still snoring. I'd never felt such exhilaration before, his dad was so grown up and mature. He had been kind and understanding when he discovered me in the sex club but now he was being dominant, ordering me around and doing with me as he pleased. I loved it. I felt like I must have been something special, for him to be interested in me. My mind was in paradise but it didn't take long for me to fall asleep. I was too tired to feel guilt and too satisfied to feel shame.

The next couple of days my mood was much more sombre, however. I was moping around, feeling like a bitch and an awful human being. Why couldn't I just do what I wanted without feeling bad? Sam noticed and tried to find out what was wrong. I just told him that I was tired. I don't know whether he believed me or not, but he did his best to make me happy anyway, which made me feel worse. I had been so involved and consumed by Sam, he was my first love and my first time having sex. Looking back, it's easy to see I was just infatuated by him. But his dad was starting to infatuate me more. He had more experience, he was more mature, he had a bigger dick, and most of all he fucked me better than anyone else had.

Another few days passed and I started to suspect that Mr. Barker wasn't going to message me. I'd heard nothing from him and I wasn't sure if that was good or bad. I was at work with Sam and mulling things over in my head; I was confused, as always. I was sort of relieved he hadn't messaged me but I was also mad that he hadn't messaged me. I slowly tossed around thoughts in my mind until the end of our shift. We both left the store and waited outside by the bus stop. After a few minutes, I saw his dad's car approach us. I felt a flash of fear and excitement. He pulled up and wound down the window, calling us over to get in. Once again, Sam let me have the front seat and he got into the back. Sam thanked his dad for giving us a lift.

“Oh, that's fine, son,” he said. “But I'm only dropping you home. I need Elisa to help me with something.”

I froze. It felt like he was crossing a line, being so brazen right in front of Sam. But of course, Sam knew nothing in reality. I was just assuming the worst.

“Why do you need her help?” Sam casually asked.

“Ah, I can't tell you,” he said jokingly. “It's for a surprise.”

“A surprise for who?” Sam asked. “My birthday isn't for months.”

Mr. Barker chuckled. “If it's a surprise then I can't tell you.”

“Fine,” Sam relented. “How long will you guys be gone for?”

“Probably a few hours,” he said.

“Oh, well, what about dinner?” Sam asked. “It won't be good by the time Elisa gets home.”

“Don't worry,” he said, turning to face me. “I'll feed her.”

I don't really remember the rest of what was said on the way to drop Sam back at our flat. I was completely buzzing. I had just finished a boring, monotonous day at work and suddenly I knew I was about to get another incredible fucking. That, and the fear and thrill of cheating on Sam and being so risky was turning me on something wicked. The next thing I remember is Sam leaning into the front of the car and kissing me goodbye. He got out and I heard the car door shut, then his dad sped off. He was silent and I was far too nervous to talk. We drove for about 15 minutes, my nerves increasing the whole time. I couldn't tell if I was about to get fucked or if I was in trouble or something.

We eventually pulled into a hotel car park. I started to get excited, I wasn't in trouble. He parked the car and turned it off. He turned to me and I looked at him. He had a serious look on his face.

“I've been thinking about it,” he said. “And I'm extremely disappointed that you didn't message me to let me know that Sam was asleep, last week.”

I automatically apologised. He was an older man, if he was scolding me, I must be in the wrong.

“So,” he began, handing me a hotel key card. “You're going to go up to room 212 and you're going to wait there for me.”

“Okay,” I timidly replied.

“I don't know when I'll be back for you,” he said. “And you're not allowed to leave. Understood?”

“Yes, Mr. Barker,” I replied.

“Good. I don't want you to disobey me again,” he said.

I nodded and sat there in silence, looking at him, waiting for him to say something else. It did sort of feel like I was being punished.

“I've given you your instructions,” he said flatly. “Go.”

I paused for a second, then got out the car. As soon as I shut the door he sped away. Had I done something wrong? Why was he leaving and where was he going? How long would I have to wait? I decided to do what he told me and I walked into the hotel. I followed the signs to room 212 and unlocked the door, pushing it open. As it fell closed behind me, I noticed that the bed had a pile of boxes on it. I moved closer. There were several thin, white boxes that were wrapped with a red ribbon and bow. On top was a red rose. I was a little confused. Had I gone into the wrong room somehow?

I looked around and noticed a letter on a desk. As I approached it I saw that it had my name written on it. I picked it up, curious as to what it would say:

Elisa,

There are gifts for you on the bed. Open them.

Be ready and waiting for me. On your knees.

I will feed you when I'm back.

A shiver struck down my spine. I put the letter down and turned towards the bed. I was swooning over him, I couldn't believe he'd actually bought me presents, and a rose. It was so sweet. I took the largest box and opened it. It was a full set of sexy red lingerie; it looked expensive. I'd only ever seen supermodels wear this sort of thing before, and now I had my own set. I held it up and admired it. My excitement turned to the next box. I greedily opened it and saw some sort of red leather whip. It had a thick base that separated into smaller, long pieces of leather. I felt a bit scared, I had never used anything like that before. Somewhat deflated over the present, I moved to the last one. I opened it up. I knew it was some sort of sex toy but I didn't exactly know which type. I'd only ever used Sarah's dildo before. In hindsight, I feel like it should have been obvious that it was a butt plug.

I sat on the bed amongst my gifts and fell back into the pillows. I felt so lucky. Why did I deserve all this attention and affection? My continuing betrayal of Sam made me feel worthless, most days, and I definitely didn't feel like I was due gifts. But, at the time, I didn't really care why. All that mattered was that I was getting attention. I wasn't sure how long he was going to be, so I quickly stripped off and changed into the lingerie. I admired myself in the mirror and was struck by how sexy I felt. My dark red hair, loose-flowing over my shoulders. My pale skin, highlighted by sexy red material. I felt really good in my own skin. I turned my attention to the mess of boxes on the bed and tidied them away. Then I sat on the floor at the end of the bed and fell to my knees to wait.

And wait. And wait. What felt like an hour passed and he hadn't come back. I decided to kill some time by straightening out the bed, then returned to my knees. Maybe another half an hour passed and still nothing. I decided to freshen up a little, and went to the bathroom to use the toilet and to apply some lip gloss. I shortly finished and returned to the end of the bed, once again falling to my knees. I continued to wait but without patience. I was fidgeting, thinking about why he hadn't come back. Was he going to come back? I started to think that maybe this was all some sort of trick to punish me. I lay my head against the end of the bed and sighed. It took about another hour until I heard a key card click into the hotel door.

I perked up, flung my hair back over my shoulder, and tried to kneel in a sexy position. The door opened. Mr. Barker walked in and shut the door behind him with a loud slam. He locked the door and walked towards me, stopping so close to me that my face was practically in his crotch. I looked up at him with innocent eyes and saw his serious face staring back at me.

“I suppose you want to eat, then,” he said.

I hesitated for a few moments. “Umm, not really,” I replied, oblivious.

“Oh, I can go, then,” he said, turning to leave and beginning his walk to the door.

I instinctively reached towards him with my hand. “No, wait!” I called out.

He decisively turned back. “So, you do want to be fed, then?” he said.

I suddenly gathered what his meaning had been. “Yes,” I said meekly.

“Yes, what?” he asked.

“Yes, I want to be fed, Mr. Barker,” I said, excitement tingling between my legs.

“Do you want me to feed you?” he asked, in the same firm tone.

“Yes, I want you to feed me, Mr. Barker,” I replied.

He slowly walked back towards me, stopping even nearer to me than before. He very slowly undid his trouser zip and I bit my lip. He unbuckled his belt and slowly slid it off, letting it drop to the floor. He unbuttoned his trousers, let them fall around his ankles, then stepped out of them. He slowly bent down and removed his socks. He straightened up and began to unbutton his shirt. It was taking much too long for my liking. Once he was done, he threw it to the floor. He stood there, still for a moment, before pulling down his boxers and taking them off. His beautiful cock hung before me. It was completely soft but it still looked great. My lips followed the urge to kiss it as I leaned towards his crotch.

I felt his hand grab the top of my head to stop me. I looked up at him.

“If you want to be fed, you need to earn it,” he said.

A surge of pleasure radiated from my pussy and I smiled at him. He walked away from me and lay down in the bed.

“Massage me,” he said.

I hovered at the end of the bed, not sure what he wanted me to massage.

“Now,” he said.

I stood up and crawled onto the bed.

“Massage my legs,” he ordered.

I'd never massaged anyone's leg before but I put my hands on his thighs and began to massage him. He let out a long sigh and closed his eyes. He then began to tell me that after he dropped me off at the hotel, he went home to eat dinner with his wife. It kind of annoyed me but I just carried on rubbing his legs. He then went on to explain that, after dinner, she spent about an hour sucking his cock, while he stood over her and fucked her mouth. I instantly felt a nasty feeling of jealousy and bitterness. I didn't want another woman sucking my boyfriend's dad's cock. He told me that, as he had been standing up for so long while she blew him, his legs hurt. Which was why he was making me rub them now. He noticed the look of jealous anger in my face.

“Are you jealous?” he asked calmly.

“No,” I shot back.

He chuckled. “Are you mad?” he asked.

I paused for a few seconds. “No,” I stubbornly repeated.

He laughed again. “You shouldn't be jealous, or mad,” he said. “She didn't get fed, but if you're a good girl, you will.”

His face turned serious. I looked into his eyes and continued massaging his legs. I felt a naughty feeling within me, I loved that his own wife wasn't allowed to have his cum, but I was. I completely understood what needed to be done. I wanted his cum and I would do anything that he asked to get it. I wanted him to feed me.

After 20 minutes or so, he told me to massage his feet. I generously rubbed my thumbs into the flat of his foot, I could feel that it was tight. Standing for so long while his wife gave him head must have been hard on his feet. I wanted to make him feel better. I wanted to be better than his wife, who couldn't even be bothered to rub his feet herself. I eventually moved to his other foot and continued. He watched me the whole time. Sometimes I caught him looking me in the eyes, sometimes I saw him looking at my chest or arse. I loved the feeling of being craved. His face may have been serious but I could sense the desire in his gaze. The silence was so incredible. I didn't know how long it would be until I was being mercilessly fucked. So, I just continued massaging him, neither of us speaking, excited beyond belief as I waited for the tension to eventually break.

Not long passed and he told me to stop. I felt my nerves and excitement build.

“Get onto all fours,” he commanded.

I got on my knees, turned my arse towards him, and lowered my head to the bed. I patiently waited. I heard him rustling around in a drawer, then heard him pop a lid open to something. I jumped slightly, feeling cold lube slap onto my arsehole in big droops. Then I felt something cold and smooth push into my arse. He was using the butt plug. At the time, I had just assumed it was a strangely shaped dildo to fuck my pussy with. He pushed it in and out slightly, sliding it around the edges of my arse to smother it with lube. He gradually pushed it deeper, and deeper, and deeper. I started to feet like my arsehole might pop, and then it slipped deep into me and fell into position. He let go of it, and lightly stroked his fingers over my pussy. I shuddered and curled my toes. I clenched my arse, holding onto the snug butt plug. It was a really good feeling. I squeezed my arsehole down onto it a couple more times, closing my eyes to the pleasure.

“You're going to swallow my whole dick, tonight,” he said.

I felt a twinge of worry. I couldn't deep throat, I always gagged when a dick went too far into my throat. I felt his large hands take hold of my butt cheeks, then he spun me around so that I was facing him. My eyes locked onto his now rock hard cock and I bit my red glossy lip. He walked towards me and ordered me to lie on my back with my head hanging off the edge of the bed. I complied eagerly, his dick now dangling right above my face. He took hold of it and guided it into my mouth. My head upside down, I took a few seconds to work out the mechanics of sucking him. I managed to get the hang of it as I slowly sucked on the head of his thick dick. He leaned to the floor and reached down, bringing up his belt. He took both of my feet and held them together, then wrapped his belt around my ankles. He made it very tight, then secured it. He held my legs with one hand, then picked up the red leather whip with the other hand.

“We will stop once you have my entire dick all the way down your throat, without you gagging,” he said.

I nodded and mumbled a yes through my slurping and sucking.

“There's only one rule,” he said. “If you gag, I whip you.”

I suddenly became very conflicted. I was scared about the potential of real pain, but secretly wanting him to beat me silly. It was a strange feeling. Before I had time to think any more, he thrust his cock deep into my mouth. It took me by compete surprise and I immediately gagged. I squealed in pain as I felt the leather tassels strike my arse, some hitting my pussy. As I reeled from the pain, my body naturally tensed and I squeezed my arsehole onto the butt plug. I felt a shiver of pleasure run through the centre of my body. It was such a contrast. The red hot pain of the strike to my arse and the deeply pleasurable feeling as I tensed my arse onto the butt plug. His dick pulled out my throat after the hit and came all the way out. I gasped for air.

“No,” he said intently. “That's wrong. Do not gag.”

He thrust forward and his dick pushed passed my lips and continued down into my throat. I gagged again, more violently this time. He struck me and pulled out of my mouth again. I screamed in pain and pleasure. Oh, wow. I had never experienced anything like this before. I felt completely at his mercy.

“Loosen your throat. Let my dick slide down,” he ordered.

He pushed back into my throat, a little slower this time. I did as he ordered me to and tried to loosen my throat. I managed to take it slightly deeper that time but I inevitably gagged. He struck me again, I screamed again. And he pulled out.

“We can stop right now, if you're not serious about this,” he said sternly.

“No,” I quickly replied, shaking my head. “Do it again.”

He pushed his fat cock back into my mouth. I took hold of it with one of my hands and tried as best I could to adjust the position of my neck so I could swallow him. It slid slightly deeper than before, but again I gagged. Again I got whipped. Again I screamed. Each time he would ask me if I was serious and each time I would tell him I was. I tried over and over and over again. I lost count of how many times he had struck me with that damned leather whip. But I was also learning quickly that I really enjoyed wearing a butt plug. Maybe half an hour passed and I was getting better. I had managed to relax myself enough that I could swallow lots more of his cock, but the full feeling I got made me gag and want to pull it out. He once again slid his dick into my mouth and pushed down my throat. He slowly went further and further until finally I felt my lips press against his skin. I had his entire dick all the way down my throat. It was the sexiest, sluttiest, best god damned feeling ever. For all of about 2 seconds.

My gag reflex kicked in and I pulled his dick out my throat at speed, gasping for air. He struck me again.

“That was the last time I'll beat you tonight, well done for taking the whole thing, Elisa,” he said.

Lying there in pain, breathing heavily, I felt intensely proud of myself. I felt like such a good girl, I had pleased him.

“I think you've been good enough for some pleasure, don't you?” he asked.

I bit my lip and nodded enthusiastically at him.

He ordered me to lay on my back and hold my legs apart and I happily obliged.

He slid his cock up between my arse cheeks, brushing against my arsehole and my pussy.

“I don't know,” he said, pulling his cock away from between my legs. “I'm not sure you do deserve this.”

“I do,” I replied.

“No, no, I don't think so,” he said. “You don't seem like you want it.”

“I do!” I said with more force in my voice this time. “Please.”

He held his beautiful cock in his hand, slowly stroking it. He said nothing, just looked into my eyes. What did he want me to do?

“Please,” I said again. “I do deserve it.”

He deliberately shook his head.

“I do. Please, I do,” I moaned, but still nothing.

My eyes flicked back to his cock.

“Please, Mr. Barker, please,” I begged. “I want you to fuck me.”

My pussy was tingling in anticipation of being filled. Yet he held up his stoic demeanour.

“Mr. Barker!” I shouted. “Fuck me!”

He picked up the pace, stroking his dick with purpose. It was driving me insane. I was longing for him to just take me but he wouldn't budge. It made no difference what I said, he was immune to my desires. Not knowing how to convince him, I just screamed for him to fuck me, as loud as I could. He smiled. We both knew that he had the power here. And then, a sudden knock at the hotel door shook me out of my frenzy. Mr. Barker looked towards the door with a scowl. He turned back to me.

“Go and answer it,” he said. “Tell them to go away.”

“What?” I replied in disbelief. “But...I'm not decent. I...”

He cut me off. “Go and tell whoever that is that you're busy fucking daddy,” he said. “Now.”

I was so worried. What if I'd get into trouble? And someone would see me dressed up in my sexy lingerie. I didn't have the confidence for confrontation, either, but I knew I had no choice. I knew that if I wanted him to feed me all of his cum, I would have to do it. I slowly crawled off the bed and towards the door. I reached out my hand and pulled it open a crack, so that whoever it was couldn't see me.

“Open it all the way,” Mr. Barker's voice called from the bedroom.

I did as he said. In front of me was a middle-aged man with a furious expression. Though, his face changed slightly when he noticed what I was wearing. I blushed.

“Do you know what fucking time it is?” The man asked.

Before I had time to even open my mouth he spoke again.

“Me and my wife are trying to get some fucking sleep and all we can hear is you screaming,” he said.

I was so nervous, but I knew my line.

“Sorry,” I quietly said. “But...I'm...busy fucking daddy.”

“What!?” The man raged.

I heard Mr. Barker call out to me again.

“That's enough, Elisa,” he said calmly. “Shut the door and come back to bed.”

I let the door go and it began to close. I could hear the man let out a tirade of curses but, thankfully, it didn't matter. The door slammed shut in his face. I walked back to the bed and resumed my position on my back.

“Good, good,” Mr. Barker said, still stroking his cock.

“Will you fuck me, now?” I asked him.

He paused stroking his cock and stayed silent for a minute.

“Yes,” he finally decided.

I was ecstatic, finally! I eagerly spread my legs further apart and waited for him to mount me. I couldn't wait to feel him stretching my pussy. He turned around and grabbed the tube of lube. He squeezed a generous amount onto his dick and began rubbing it in. He looked incredible. He moved closer to me and position himself between my legs. I braced for the feeling of his shaft entering me, but it never came. Instead, I felt him pull on my butt plug firmly until it slipped out. I let out a small moan, then I felt the slippery head of his cock push into my arsehole. It had taken him much more work to fuck my arse last time but now it just glided in. I cried out as I felt him filling up my arse with his thick dick. He slowly pushed deeper until I could feel that he was all the way inside me.

“Would you rather I fuck your pussy?” he asked quietly, his face close to mine.

I did want him to fuck my pussy but I knew the right answer.

“No, keep fucking me in the arse,” I replied.

He gave me a subtle smile, then pulled his cock all the way out of me. I gasped as I suddenly felt empty. A second later I felt him slide back into my arse and he began to fuck me. He wasn't messing around, he slammed into me with all the strength and fury that his body had. My tiny frame moved completely in tune to his rhythm. I let out varyingly loud moans as he used my arse as he wanted. I felt so bad, so alive with sexual energy, so dominated.

“You want me to fuck your pussy, don't you?” he said as he ravaged me. “I'll do it, if you ask.”

But I knew what he wanted from me and I wasn't going to disappoint him.

“No...daddy,” I moaned in between thrusts. “Keep...fucking...my arse.”

And he did. He pounded me like it was his last fuck ever. Despite occasional feelings of discomfort, I was absolutely loving it. As good as it felt to have him fuck my bum, his dominance over me was what really got me going. I was his, no one else's. I don't know how much time passed, it couldn't have been too long, but I started to feel his rhythm change slightly. I looked up at him and saw his face reacting. He was going to cum. I wanted it but I had been looking forward to him cumming in my mouth. But there was no time to object. I felt him tense up and then I could feel streams of his cum shooting into my arse. Wow, it was such a good feeling. So fucking dirty. He moaned a lot and spasmed as he finished. I felt so full. He gradually pulled his dick out of me, then reached for the butt plug. As soon as his cock slipped out he pushed the butt plug into me, stopping the cum from dribbling out.

“You'll be fed when I choose,” he said.

He walked off and into the bathroom. I lay there, quivering from the pounding he just gave me. I heard the shower turn on.

“Don't take the butt plug out,” he called out to me as the bathroom door shut.

“Yes, daddy,” I whispered under my breath.

I lay on the bed, day-dreaming about the events of the evening. Before long he emerged from the bathroom, drying himself off.

“Time to get ready to leave,” he said.

I was a little disappointed but I wasn't about to complain. I sat up and reached behind my back to undo the bra.

“No,” he said.

I hesitated. “But...you're taking me home,” I said.

“You heard me,” he said. “No.”

I was confused. He knew that I would be seeing Sam soon. But I complied. I got off the bed and began to put my clothes on.

“No,” he said again, a sterner tone in his voice.

“...But...” I began.

“You'll go home dressed as you are,” he said. “And you're to leave the butt plug in until morning.”

Fear washed across me. Sam would find out what we had been doing.

“But Sam...” I began again.

“Elisa, I don't care what you have to do to keep him from finding out,” he said. “But you're going home in that lingerie and you're going to leave it on and keep the butt plug in, until morning.”

I was terrified that my relationship with Sam was about to end. I started to feel guilty again. But strangely I knew that I was going to do what Mr. Barker told me to, however I felt about it.

After he got dressed and gathered up our things, he led me out of our room. I recoiled at having to walk in sexy underwear through the hotel, but he wanted me to, so I suppressed my anxiety and did it. We got into the car and he drove me home. It was late. I had been hours longer than we said we would be. How would I explain it to Sam? What would I do if he caught me sneaking into the flat dressed in lingerie, with a butt plug up my arse? Before I could come up with an answer, we arrived at the flat.

“You did well, tonight,” he said, looking at me affectionately.

I couldn't help but feel in awe of his expression.

“But you're going to do better next time,” he said. “And remember, keep the lingerie on and the butt plug in until the morning.”

“I will,” I said nervously.

He leaned in and kissed me on the lips. I readily opened my mouth and let his tongue explore mine. It was perfect and he was such a good kisser. It felt so romantic. I didn't want it to end but before long I was sneaking through the flat, trying not to wake Sam. I was so relieved that he had gone to bed but I didn't know if he would be asleep. I decided to wait on the sofa for about an hour, until I was certain he would be sleeping. I crept into the bedroom, he was snoring. Perfect! I slowly approached the bed, grimacing as the floor creaked, and slipped under the covers. I relaxed my body and waited to see if Sam would wake. He didn't. I lay awake for a while, thinking about how I would explain it to Sam in the morning. I kept getting distracted, thinking about being used by Mr. Barker at the hotel. Then the worst happened. I fell asleep without a plan.

I woke up to the feeling of Sam's hand softly moving down my waist, towards my arse. His hand was warm and I relished his embrace. I kept my eyes closed and enjoyed the feeling of my skin being caressed, my groggy mind still half asleep. His hand reached my arse cheek and gently squeezed. My eyes shot open. Everything came flooding back in a nano second. He was lying next to me, eyes closed, probably half asleep, too. His hand was right next to the butt plug. I hadn't thought of what I was going to say to him. Fuck.

Before I had time to think of what I could say, his hand brushed over the butt plug as he went to squeeze my other cheek. I saw his eyes begin to open and quickly shut mine. I felt him move up the bed a bit.

“What's that, Elisa?” he asked in a tired voice.

I kept my eyes closed but pretended to just be waking up from my sleep.

“What's what, baby?” I replied innocently.

I put on my best tired voice because I was surging with adrenaline, sleep a long forgotten event.

He straightened up quickly.

“You're wearing lingerie,” he declared, in a much more awake voice.

I'd been busted, but the adrenaline produced an idea and just forced it through my mouth. I didn't even know what I was saying or where I was going with it.

“Oh, yeah,” I said, my faux tired voice still in play. “I put it on last night for you when I got back, but you were asleep when I came up.”

“What?” he asked, not sure what to make of what I'd said.

I remained quiet, heart thudding through my chest. I was almost certain he could hear it. He reached under the covers and felt the butt plug, sticking out between my cheeks.

“Oh, my God,” he exclaimed, tone very much awake now. “You're wearing a butt plug.”

I slowly opened my eyes. He had a stunned look on his face, which I couldn't decipher. I lay there looking at him, waiting for him to accuse me of fucking his dad, waiting for a shit storm of an argument to happen and to be thrown out the flat. My heart was racing so hard I thought I would puke.

And then he pulled the most boyish grin I'd ever seen on him. I remember thinking that he looked like a happy puppy who'd found out he was getting a treat.

“This is awesome!” he celebrated. “And the lingerie is so sexy.”

He pulled more of the cover off me to get a better look. His face lit up.

“Holy fuck!” he proclaimed. “I can't believe I was asleep! You should have woken me up!”

Riding the edge of my wave of adrenaline, I slowly descended into calmness. I gave him a seductive smile.

“I didn't want to wake you,” I said.

“Fuck that!” he replied. “Next time wake me up.”

He spun around to look at his clock.

“Shit,” he said. “We don't have that long before we need to get ready for work.”

He spun back and looked at me with eagerness filling his face.

“Do you wanna screw around quickly first?” he asked.

He practically had his tongue hanging out. I had a strange feeling come over me. He was acting so immature and excitable, so unreserved and boyish. And he was desperate to fuck me. I felt a sort of spiteful pity for him, like he should be a man about things. But then I felt a weird sort of confidence, a kind of power. It was as if I knew what a real man should be like and because he was acting like an impulsive, naïve boy who was pining over me, I held a power over him. I would deny him my body. I liked the feeling, it was the first time I felt a confident sense of dominion over someone. He wanted me and I would say no. Also, if he'd of taken my butt plug out, all his dad's cum would have oozed out of me. And that would mean chaos.

“No,” I told him.

“Ah, what?” he moaned. “Come on, babe. You're already dressed and you've even got a butt plug in, we're ready to go.”

I pulled the covers off me and stepped out of bed, not turning my back to him. I flicked my red hair back and brushed off my body's tiredness. I stood there, a hand at my crotch, slowly rubbing my pussy through the red panties. I watched him with a cheeky grin. He grabbed his dick through his boxers and squeezed hard, his body visibly frustrated.

“Come ooon, babe,” he begged me. “You look so hot!”

“No,” I firmly said again, and I turned around and walked out the bedroom, accentuating the movements of my bum as I did.

I heard him cry out in disappointment. I smiled to myself and went into the bathroom. Holy fuck, it had been a crazy little roller coaster. I locked the door, pulled my panties down, and sat on the toilet. I tried to pull the plug out but it felt a little stiff.

“Shit,” I whispered to myself.

I looked around and decided to reach over to the sink to wet my hand. I ran some water over my fingers and reached around to my bum. I wet the edges of the butt plug, then wiggled it around a bit and twisted it. It loosened and I slowly began pulling it out. It felt good. I stretched and stretched as I withdrew it, until it suddenly pulled free. My hole naturally tightened a bit and I squeezed. I felt Mr. Barker's warm cum flow from my arse. I kept pushing and it kept pouring out. I smiled to myself, closed my eyes, and let out a small, satisfied sigh. After it was mostly out, I peed, cleaned myself up and flushed. I stood up, stretched my arms out wide, and tensed all the muscles in my legs. I felt achy but great.

I showered and spent the morning getting ready for work. Once we were done, Sam and I got the bus to work. He tried asking about what his dad and I were up to, and why we took so long, but I deflected every attempt with the smugness of someone who was planning his surprise birthday. The day was long. My mind was focused on every other thing apart from work. Of course, I was recalling the night before frequently and with glee. But I was starting to feel bad for Sam. I did still love him dearly but I had continued to betray him in the worst way imaginable. I went through my usual motions of feeling like scum.

Days passed. The longer I went without hearing from Mr. Barker, the more my mind descended into regret, guilt, shame, self-hatred, and anxiety. Sam tried to get me to use the butt plug and lingerie for him several times but I was too ashamed to feel sexy. He noticed my strange mood a couple of times but each time I pretended I was annoyed about something silly or that I was just tired. I did still long to hear from Mr. Barker, though. I didn't understand why he was making me wait so long. Did he not want me all that much? Was his wife pleasing him, instead? I didn't know and it was killing me. I had messaged him twice but both times he had read the message and not replied.

Eventually, the weekend arrived. It was a Friday night and I was at home getting ready for my bar shift. Sam was going to stay in and have a friend over to play video games. I wasn't in the mood for going to work, nor was I in the mood to call in sick and spend the evening watching the boys play games. I wanted to see Mr. Barker. I wanted to see what was in store for me next. The only good part about the night was that I could see Sarah. I hadn't seen her for ages and we hadn't spoken about my recent encounters with Sam's dad, either. As I sat on my bed, putting my make up on, my phone buzzed. I picked it up and saw a message from Mr. Barker. I could barely contain my excitement. In that moment, I would have skipped work and gone wherever he asked to do whatever he wanted.

Put your butt plug in and keep it in all night, the message read.

I was a little disappointed that he hadn't told me to sack off work but I was happy to do this for him. I pulled open my drawer and took the butt plug out. I wasted no time in walking to the bathroom. As I walked through the hallway, I could hear Sam and his friend downstairs, intently discussing a game. I ignored their discussion and entered the bathroom. I found some moisturiser and rubbed it over the plug, then slipped it in between my cheeks and pushed. After a little work, and a few moans, it slipped into place. My arse had forgotten its muscle memory and it took some time for it to adjust. I continued getting ready and made my way to work.

The bar was busy that night. I barely had 2 minutes to talk to Sarah about everything. It was not the night I was hoping for. Still, it was nice to be so busy that I barely thought about anything. Well, apart from the butt plug, every now and then. It got to about midnight and we started to get a little less busy. Sarah and I took advantage of a lull to have a gossip. She quickly brought up Sam's dad to see if anything new had happened. I giddily told her about what had happened over the last week or so. As there were still customers everywhere, we spoke in hushed voices, only pausing our discussion to giggle or for Sarah to slap my arm. As I revelled in pride at her admiration of my actions, I suddenly straightened up and a serious look took hold of my face. Sarah slightly mimicked me, probably expecting to see our manager.

“What is it?” she asked, looking towards where I was looking.

“It's him,” I said, in quiet disbelief.

Sarah immediately jumped on the opportunity to study him intently. She eventually turned her back and pretended to work, as he approached the bar.

“He's lush,” she whispered, moving bottles around with no purpose.

Mr. Barker came to the bar and waited. I approached and greeted him in my usual 'customer voice'.

He leaned in slightly, I did the same.

“Did you do as I asked?” he said.

I nodded and gave him a soft smile. He stood up straight with his usual air of serious confidence.

“How am I to believe you?” he asked in a louder voice.

I recoiled slightly and subtly looked either side, worrying someone would overhear.

“I promise,” I said.

“Well, if you're telling the truth,” he said, leaning in again. “I'll feed you now.”

“What, now now?” I asked.

“Yes,” he replied.

“I can't pull down my jeans here,” I whispered.

He walked away. I was a little stunned, but then I saw him walk into the men's toilets. Sarah spun around and grabbed both my arms.

“Oh...my...fucking...God,” she said in hushed excitement, slightly shaking me. “Did he just say he was going to fucking feed you? Did I hear that right?”

I bit my lip and pulled a cheeky grin, then nodded.

“'Lisa, you little minx,” she exclaimed. “When did you become such a bad girl?”

“I blame you,” I joked.

“Yeah, I probably blame me, too,” she said, laughing. “So, like, are you going after him, or what?”

I looked around for our manager, Jack, but he was nowhere to be seen.

“Yes,” I replied.

“Oh, my God,” she said in disbelief. “Please let me come.”

I visibly recoiled. “What?” I said. “What do you mean?”

“Let me join you guys,” she said with excitement. “Let him feed me, too.”

I should have expected it from her but I hadn't seen it coming. I turned immensely jealous. I didn't want her swallowing a single drop of his cum.

“What? No!” I proclaimed in defiance.

“Oh, come on, 'Lisa,” she begged. “I haven't done anything naughty in ages.”

“No,” I said again. “Come on, cover for me while I'm gone.”

She visibly caved and begrudgingly agreed to cover for me. I thanked her and rushed off with a joyful smile. I slowly entered the men's toilets, making sure no one followed me in. I looked around but couldn't see him. I reckoned he must have gone into one of the two cubicles. Luckily, only one of them was occupied so I didn't need to guess. I approached the door and knocked, looking behind me to make sure no one came in. The door flew open and he pulled me in, closing it behind me. I looked up at him as he embraced me and reached his hands down into the back of my jeans. He located the butt plug and smiled at me.

“You do have it in,” he said in satisfaction. “Good girl.”

He placed his hand on the top of my head and pushed me down to my knees. Containing myself, I waited for him to undo his trousers. He awarded my patience by unbuckling his belt and pulling his trousers and boxers down. I was face to face with his beautiful cock, that had been buried in my arse just days before. I looked up at him and smiled, waiting for the go ahead.

He waited a few, long moments. “You may suck it,” he said.

I wasted no time. I gripped it and slid it into my mouth. I wanted to show him that I was a good student. I relaxed and carefully and slowly slid down until my lips were touching the skin at the base of his dick again. I let his cock sit there in my throat for a few seconds, then just before I felt like gagging, I quickly drew him out of my throat. I gasped, spit bridging from the tip of his dick to my mouth. I looked up at him, hoping for approval. My approval came in the form of him thrusting his dick back into my mouth. I was proud of my performance. I kept slurping up and down, trying to make as little noise as possible. I didn't really care, though. I was having a fabulous time.

Between the slurps and sucking noises, I suddenly heard a knock at the cubicle door. I froze, Mr. Barker's cock still half way into my throat. I heard the knock again. I knew we had been busted but I didn't want to confirm my presence in there, so I stayed quiet. Another quick knock.

“'Lisa,” Sarah whispered. “You in there?”

I looked up at Mr. Barker and saw a flash of annoyance cross his face. I didn't know what to do. I pulled his dick out of my mouth.

“Yes, Sarah,” I said in frustration. “Go away.”

“You in there, too, Mr. Barker?” she asked him.

I knew her game. I was so angry with her. He was mine.

He looked down at me and slowly shook his head. I saw him mouth “you told her.”

“Yes,” he replied to her.

“Umm, hi. I'm Sarah,” she said in a delicate tone.

“Hello, Sarah,” he said.

I hated that he was even talking to her. I wanted his words to fall only on me.

“Hi,” she said quickly. “So, I...was hoping I could...join you?”

I was furious. I wasn't about to let her muscle in and get what she wanted. I had been the one doing everything that he wanted, not her, but then I heard the door click open. I looked up and saw that he had opened the door. I was in disbelief. He looked down at me and pulled a face as if to ask me if I was actually trying to go against his wishes. I lowered my head in submission. Sarah slid herself into the now cramped cubicle and locked the door behind her. She smiled at him and got to her knees. She looked over at me and saw me scowling at her.

“Oh, calm down,” she said, playfully pushing my arm. “He can feed us both.”

I looked up at him and saw his will. I submitted again and continued to suck his cock. Sarah joined in straight away. She licked at the base of his cock as I sucked the length of it. I let her stay there until she took the opportunity to pull his dick out of my mouth. She greedily stuffed it into her mouth and began to deep throat him like a pro. I was so angry and jealous, I felt unworthy. She was much better at sucking dick than I was and she had already mastered deep throat. She effortlessly swallowed him over and over, not gagging once. I bitterly waited for an opening, which was difficult as she was taking up all of his real estate. I got tired of waiting on the sidelines and pulled his dick out of her mouth, as she was pulling him out of her throat.

I sucked him as deep as I could but I knew I would gag. I was too frantic, too annoyed to relax my throat enough. I did my best, the whole time feeling like I was fighting a losing battle. Sarah and I continued our game of tug of war for who knows how long. I wasn't paying attention to time, just to our rivalry. I could tell she was competing with me and I could tell she knew I was no competition. I had one Hail Mary. I stood up, turned around and presented my arse to him. I lowered my jeans a bit and pulled out my butt plug. I knew she couldn't compete with my tight arse. I looked back at him.

“Fuck my arse, daddy,” I said, in my most seductive tone.

He looked me in the eyes. “No,” he said.

I couldn't believe it. What was happening? Was he choosing her over me?

“You can watch me feed her,” he said coldly. “You shouldn't have told anyone about our relationship.”

I pulled up my jeans and turned around. Sarah continued sucking away on his dick. I looked on as his beautiful, thick dick continually disappeared into her throat. As I stood there, butt plug in hand, I wished I was as good as she was. It didn't take long until I sensed that he was going to cum. He grabbed the back of Sarah's head and fucked her mouth hard and fast. He tensed up and she started moaning as he shot load after load into her throat. She grabbed his arse cheeks and pulled his dick further into her mouth. He was clearly still cumming. Every second it lasted I felt like I was being robbed of cum. Finally, his orgasm subsided, and Sarah pulled him out of her mouth. She gasped.

“Thank you so much, sir,” she said to him with a wink. She adjusted herself, then stood up.

“No, thank you,” he said to her. “That was amazing.”

Amazing. The word flew around in my mind, tormenting me. I felt useless. Sarah smiled at him, then turned to me.

“Come on,” she said. “We have to get back, I didn't leave anyone at the bar.”

And with that she opened the door and walked out. I turned back to Mr. Barker. He looked annoyed with me. He took the butt plug from my hand and put it into his jacket pocket.

“And you were so close,” he said.

He walked out of the cubicle, leaving me behind. I walked after him but I could tell from his pace that he was done with me for the evening. I made my way back into the bar and rejoined Sarah, as Mr. Barker left. I was furious with her. I vented my anger at her and let her know how upset I was. She was apologetic and understanding, which just pissed me off even more. She continued to joke around with me until my mood relented a little. She was so full of energy, life, and humour that it was impossibly hard to stay angry with her. I told her that she wasn't allowed to do anything with him again and she agreed.

I spent the next day thinking about Sarah and Mr. Barker. I had told her I was fine but I was not. I was still angry. It was supposed to be me swallowing his cum, not her. I couldn't get the image of her throating him out of my head. I kept winding myself up all day, until it came time to get ready for my bar shift again. I sat on my bed, brushing my hair, while Sam watched TV downstairs. I couldn't think of anything but my bitterness. I was still feeling terrible about Sam but my mind was consumed with far more pressing thoughts. As I continued to angrily brush my hair, my phone buzzed. It was Mr. Barker.

I'm outside. Come, the message said.

My mood instantly fell away and I perked up. I left the room and dashed down the stairs, forgetting Sam was sitting watching TV.

“Where you going?” he asked me, as I headed towards the front door.

“Oh,” I said, unprepared. “I'm...just going to...it's nothing. I'll be back in a second.”

Uninterested, Sam turned his head back to the TV. I felt my heart start to quicken as I approached the front door. I was worried Mr. Barker would be standing right there. To my relief, he wasn't. I looked around and saw his car parked on the opposite side of the road. I smiled and jogged over, opening the car door and jumping in. I looked at him with excitement, wondering what he wanted from me next.

“I've been thinking,” he said. “And I think it's time for things to end.”

Sadness and disappointment showered over me. My face fell flat.

“Wh...what?” I asked, incredulously. “Why? Is it because I told Sarah?”

“No,” he replied sternly.

“Well, then why are you breaking things off with me?” I asked.

“I'm not,” he said. “You're breaking things off with Sam.”

I sat there, shell shocked. I started to panic. My heart beat quicker.

“...why?” I asked. “What do you mean?”

“I'm sure you care about Sam,” he said. “But things between you two won't work out.”

“Why!?” I cried out. “I love him!”

“I'm sure you do, Elisa,” he said. “But you've cheated on him and I want my son to be with someone who won't cheat on him.”

A flicker of anger sparked inside me. “But you've cheated on your wife!”

Mr. Barker responded with a glare that forced me into submission. I lowered my head.

“Sorry,” I sheepishly said. “But I don't want to leave him.”

“Well, I'm not giving you a choice, Elisa,” he said.

I looked up. “What?” I asked.

“You two will be finished by the end of the night,” he said.

“But...” I began.

“Don't argue with me, Elisa,” he said. “You're just going to have to get used to it.”

My mind clouded with endless thoughts. I didn't want to end things with Sam, I loved him. I wasn't ready for change. I wanted to just run away and ignore what Mr. Barker had said.

“So, you want me to break up with him tonight?” I asked.

“No,” he replied.

“I don't understand,” I choked. “When do you want me to do it? I thought you said we would be finished tonight. Why do I have to...”

He cut me off by holding up a pair of handcuffs. I sat in silence with no idea what was happening. After a long few seconds he spoke.

“Go back inside, pretend you want to have sex, and handcuff him to the sink. He won't be able to break free, the handcuffs are real and the sink is too strong for him to break,” he said.

I sat there in disbelief. What the hell was going on? Nothing made sense.

“Then, I want you to go downstairs,” he finished.

“What? Why? Why do I have to do...” I started.

“Do it, Elisa,” he said sternly. “Leave and do it, now.”

I hesitated. I didn't want to obey him. I didn't want to break up with Sam. I didn't want to do whatever the hell he was asking me to do but I left the car anyway. I tucked the handcuffs away into my pocket and slowly approached the house. I was so scared, the fear of not understanding the situation was overwhelming. I went back into the house and saw Sam watching TV, still. My heart wrenched at me. I loved him, so much. I was too nervous to do it. I quickly ran upstairs and locked myself in the bathroom, on the verge of hyperventilating.

“What the fuck is going on?” I asked myself.

I took a few minutes to calm down, not that it really worked. My mind tried to make sense of everything but I was too fuelled by adrenaline. I paced back and forth, trying to find a way out of my predicament. What was going to happen? Why did I have to handcuff Sam to the sink? How were we going to break up? My phone buzzed. I pulled it out quickly and saw a message from Mr. Barker.

Hurry up.

I was so confused but I feared upsetting him. I put my phone away and straightened myself out.

“Okay, okay,” I said to myself. “You can do this, it'll all be fine. It'll be fine.”

I opened the bathroom door and called out to Sam. He shouted back, asking what I wanted and I told him to come upstairs. I heard his footsteps drawing closer. My heart was pounding so hard. Finally, he walked into the bathroom. I paused for a moment, taking in his beautiful face.

“Do...” I began. “Do you wanna have some fun?”

His eyes lit up. He was clearly hoping to see me get into the red lingerie.

“Yeah!” he said with excitement.

“Okay,” I replied, slowly pulling the handcuffs from my pocket.

His eyes widened even further.

“Handcuffs!?” he cried out. “This is awesome.”

He got so giddy and boyish again. It sparked my previous feeling of power but only slightly. He approached me and I took a couple of steps backwards.

“But you're going to wear them,” I said.

He didn't look discouraged at all. If anything, he was even more excited. I felt strangely angry with him for wanting to be handcuffed. He held out his arms.

“No,” I told him, pointing to the floor next to the sink. “Get down on the floor.”

He happily obliged and knelt next to the sink. I cuffed one of his outstretched wrists, then pulled it round the sink. I pulled his free arm around to meet his cuffed arm and cuffed him. He was locked into place, the sink and all its pipes preventing his escape.

He giggled with excitement. “This is so kinky,” he said joyfully.

I winked at him and walked out the bathroom, then down the stairs.

“You getting changed?” he called out, but I didn't reply.

I sat on the sofa, anxiety filling my being. What now? What was I supposed to do. I waited a minute but I was much too nervous for waiting. I pulled out my phone and messaged Mr. Barker, saying that it was done and I was downstairs. Within seconds he replied, telling me to come to the front door. I could feel my heart pounding out of my chest. I approached the door and quietly opened it. He stood there with a hot smile on his face.

“What now?” I whispered.. “What's going to happen now? What's going on?”

He leaned in slightly. “Don't say my name. Don't say it at all,” he said.

Then he leaned in and kissed me. I almost pulled back, knowing that Sam was just upstairs, but it felt good. His tongue explored my mouth and I forgot about my defiance. I flung my arms around him and let him passionately kiss me. It was such an exciting feeling to have my boyfriend handcuffed to the sink upstairs and his dad kissing me downstairs. I was afraid but I was also turned on, and we had never kissed for this long, either. It was honestly magical. He ended the kiss, closed the door behind him, then took my hand and led me into the lounge. I was shaking with excitement. Was I really about to fuck Sam's dad, while Sam was upstairs? I almost couldn't believe I would.

“I'm going to fuck you,” he whispered in a firm tone. “And you're not going to hold back your screams.”

My body filled with adrenaline. This was so dirty, so wrong, so risky, and it was about to happen. He looked into my eyes and I saw what he wanted. Within seconds, I was on my knees with his cock in my mouth. I stroked his length as I sucked him, while I looked up into his eyes. It felt so surreal. I decided to try to impress him. I slowly inched him down my throat, staying as relaxed as I could under the circumstances. Without too much effort, I had his whole length inside my mouth. It was such a sexy feeling. He held the back of my head and pushed into me...and I could take it. I let him fuck my mouth for a very short while, until I felt the urge to free up my throat, then I released him. I gasped and shot him a proud smile, he was smiling back.

“Much better,” he said quietly. “Get onto your back.”

I eagerly jumped onto the sofa and spread my legs; I couldn't wait for him to fuck my pussy again. To my surprise, though, he knelt down and put his head in between my legs. I immediately threw my head back and moaned, his tongue felt amazing against my clit. As it had never happened before, I just assumed he was never going to eat me out. But, now he was and I was loving it. My joy was quickly interrupted, and my mind came crashing back to reality.

“Elisa?” Sam's voice called out. “Where are you, baby?”

I flinched, pulling my legs closed around Mr. Barker's head, and spun to look towards the stairs. I knew he was secure but I was acting instinctively. Mr. Barker firmly took hold of my legs and spread them again. I turned back to him and gripped his hair, as he swirled his tongue around my clit. It just felt so damn good. I let out a few more light moans, still aware that Sam may have heard my first moan. It was sort of hard to focus on the pleasure as my nerves were so high. Mr. Barker carried on eating my pussy, giving me the best head I'd ever had. I felt one of his wet fingers start to press against my arsehole, then felt it slowly slide into me. It heightened the feeling of my clit being sucked and I let out a much louder moan.

“Elisa?” Sam called again, this time slightly more curious. “What are you doing down there?”

I didn't answer. I just looked down and marvelled at how hot it looked to have Mr. Barker between my legs. I started playing with my boobs as his finger pushed deeper into my arse. It was incredible. I let out a series of varyingly loud moans. The last moan was much louder than the rest. It suddenly hit me that Sam would definitely have heard it. It sparked a naughty feeling in me. I realised I was enjoying the fact that he could hear me, even if he didn't know I was fucking someone. I started moaning more intentionally.

Mr Barker was liking my enthusiasm and I was thrilled to be indulging him. By this point, Sam was calling out my name every few seconds. Each time I heard him say my name, I felt as if I would tip over the edge and cum. It wasn't long before Mr. Barker got off his knees and stood over me. We stared into each others eyes, Sam's calls not interrupting our gaze. He held my legs apart and lowered his dick towards my arse. He took a hand and pushed the head of his cock around my arsehole, teasing me. He slowly began pushing into me, then pulled out. It was driving me crazy. He carried on his teasing and then suddenly decided to slam his dick into my pussy. I was so wet that his cock just slid straight in and hit me deep. I moaned out loudly, triggering Sam to call my name again.

“Yes!” I screamed.

Mr. Barker immediately picked up to a hard, steady pace. Each thrust, I felt my pussy fill up with his thick dick. It was such an intense feeling, I hadn't felt him in my pussy for ages. He fucked away at me, one hand holding my ankle and the other wrapped around my neck. My eyes were rolling into the back of my head, and I was moaning like a whore. Loud screams of pleasure poured from me without end. I could hear Sam calling me, continually questioning what was going on. I ignored him and revelled in the pounding I was receiving. He had picked up the pace so that he was fucking me without mercy, now. I felt like a rag doll, being fucked to death. It was perfect.

“Elisa, what the fuck is going on?” Sam called out, his tone angrier this time.

I just kept replying in loud, whorish moans. After a good few minutes of furious fucking, Mr. Barker slowed down and then slid out of me. I gasped, suddenly feeling so empty. He took hold of me and flipped me onto all fours. I perked up my tiny, pert arse and waited for him. He took hold of my arse cheeks and slid his cock into my pussy. I let out another solid moan. He pulled out. Then I felt his dick start to toy with my arsehole. I knew it was coming and I couldn't fucking wait. I longed for him to fuck my arse like the dirty slut I was. He carried on teasing me, despite me pushing into his dick at every chance.

“What do you want?” he asked quietly.

“I want your dick,” I feverishly replied.

“What do you want with my dick?” he asked.

“I want you to fuck my arse with it,” I replied quickly.

“Again,” he said.

“I want you to fuck my arse with it,” I said more intently.

“Again, louder,” he said.

I did as he asked.

“Again!” he demanded, still not raising his voice. “Louder!”

I gathered air into my lungs. “I want you to fuck me in the arse!” I screamed. “Do it, now!”

He granted my request. His thick cock began sliding into my arse. I rolled my eyes into my head and let out a long moan as he pushed deeper into me.

“Elisa!? What the fuck is going on?” Sam screamed. “Who the fuck is down there with you?”

“Oh, yes!” I cried. “Yes! Fuck that arse.”

He kept pushing until I could feel that he was all the way inside me. I lingered on the full feeling, then he began to pull out. Sam's screams, curses, and shouts echoed throughout the flat, as Mr. Barker began fucking my arse with meaning. I was loving that he could hear me getting fucked and that he was helpless. It got me off so damn hard. My fingers had barely touched my clit before I began squirting all over the place. I shuddered and tensed, liquid covering Mr. Barker and I. His pace picked up and he fucked my arse with all the strength I knew he had. I was screaming as loud as I could.

As my squirting orgasm ended, I felt a hard slap of approval on my arse cheek. Never in my life had I experienced pleasure like this. He fucked my arse at varying speeds for the next half an hour, my moans still whorish and overly loud. Sam was screaming all sorts of things at me, calling me names and cursing my existence. But it was all just fuel to my fire. The more he screamed, the worse he said, the more it turned me on. I loved how helpless he was. I felt Mr. Barker slow his pace and he eventually pulled out of me. I felt his hands grip my sides and he pulled me onto the floor in front of him.

“Do you want to be fed now?” he asked me.

“Oh, my God!” I moaned. “Yes, daddy! Please, feed me.”

He held out his dick for me. I didn't even think twice that it had been inside my arse, I just took it into my mouth. I sucked away on him, stroking up and down his shaft as I went. He immediately started moaning, quite loudly, which really got me going. I sucked with more enthusiasm, occasionally taking him deeper into my throat. I felt him thrusting in time with my sucking, then he suddenly pulled out and aimed his dick towards me. I quickly opened my mouth and held out my tongue. He let out a loud moan then began shooting cum towards me. Huge squirts hit my hair, eyes, cheeks, neck, breasts, but most went into my mouth. I eagerly swallowed each time I felt a new squirt on my tongue.

“Yes, daddy!” I screamed. “Feed me all your cum!”

He continued emptying his balls onto my face, both of us moaning in delight. His squirts got lighter and lighter until he had finished. I was covered and I could barely see, but I was completely fulfilled. Finally! Finally, I had swallowed his cum. Sam's screams had become background noise to me now. Mr. Barker grabbed his trousers and began to put his clothes back on, while I sat there, covered in his cum. He bent down and kissed my forehead, then left.

Guilt and shame and regret hit my heart. My relationship with Sam was over. It killed me inside. His screams still rang through the flat. I couldn't stay. I washed my face off in the kitchen sink, flinching every time I heard a shout. I walked upstairs and packed a bag as I began to cry. I hovered around the bathroom door, then walked in. Sam immediately began shouting at me, demanding to know who I had been fucking. I ignored him and placed the handcuff key, which I had left in my jeans, on the floor near him. I told him I was sorry and that I loved him, then I left.

I went to Sarah's house and she let me stay with her for a while. Sam ended up leaving all my stuff in boxes, outside his flat, which Sarah later collected. He never spoke to me again. It still breaks my heart every time I think about it. As much as I regret it all, I had some of the best sexual experiences of my life. Mr. barker also never spoke to me again, which I was definitely regretful of, but I understood why. Even so, if he messaged me right now, I would forget about my fiance and go to meet him in a heartbeat.

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