Good girl loses the battle with her inner cuck.
Emily, a 25-year-old petite and pretty brunette, always seemed to light up in the presence of friends. However, due to her naivety and innocence, she often avoided causing any conflicts and instead aimed to be agreeable and nice. Sexually, she had very little experience until she met and married John; she had always remained faithful and maintained the image of a "good girl". Despite being married for a few years, it was evident in conversations with friends that Emily still had a lack of sexual experience, as her husband John was hesitant to try new things in bed.
Their love life was a sad routine of John's quick, uninspired thrusts once a month in the same old missionary position. He had no interest in foreplay, and the only time he touched Emily's body was to gain entry with his lacklustre cock. Emily yearned for more: more frequency, more variety, more pleasure. But John rejected her suggestions for different positions, oral sex, calling them "disgusting" and "perverse." Emily had lost all hope for any satisfying, let alone real kinky and exciting sex in their marriage, years ago.
The only time Emily ever reached orgasm was when she fantasised about dominant older men, their strong hands gripping her body and taking complete control. She craved their rough touch and savage desire to use her, leaving her weak and slutty.
Emily couldn't resist her lustful urges any longer. The illicit attraction to Lee, the rugged and tattooed builder who was at least two decades older than her, consumed her every thought. She knew it was wrong, but she couldn't deny the intense desire that coursed through her body whenever he was near. One afternoon when Lee left on his motorbike, leaving behind his sweatshirt with his musky scent lingering on it, Emily couldn't resist the temptation. She stripped naked and slipped on the shirt, inhaling deeply as she played, rubbing her clit and fingering her wet pussy, imagining Lee dominating her, taking her forcefully until she reached a mind-blowing climax. As she lay there in guilt and pleasure, Emily knew she wouldn't do anything, wouldn't really let him touch her, but there was nothing to stop her seeking some attention, maybe some flirting. What would be the worse that could happen?
As usual, Lee's presence in the room always gave Emily a sense of unease, he was the complete opposite of her usual type, clean-cut, young, and athletic like her husband. Yet, there was something about his commanding presence that both scared and excited her, leaving her feeling ashamed of herself. Despite her feelings of intimidation, Emily found herself becoming more fascinated with him each passing day as Lee worked on renovations for their property. She tried to portray the perfect host, hiding her inner turmoil behind a facade of good behaviour and fake smiles.
Lee was relentless in his pursuit of Emily, lavishing her with constant compliments and admiring her every move. Taking pleasure in watching her squirm under his intense gaze and teasing comments, only fuelling his desire to make bolder advances. Lee's words were laced with a a forceful and seductive undertones, making Emily's heart race and cheeks flush with desire. As much as she tried to resist his charm and remain faithful to her husband John, the thrill of their flirtation only heightened the delicious tension between them. Perhaps, just maybe, she enjoyed playing along a little too much. Even when John clumsily poked at her body once a month in missionary position. Emily's mind couldn't help but wander to Lee. She knew she should be focused on her husband, but it was the only way she felt pleasure with John on top of her. The only time she ever experienced pleasure was when she shamefully touched herself. She couldn't stop thinking about Lee and how he made her feel alive in a way that John never could.
One morning, unknown to Emily, John had let Lee to the house while she was in the shower, completely lost in the sensation of the warm water cascading over her body, she had left the door open, never expecting a visitor. Emily rinsed off the suds of her face, she suddenly felt a dark presence, her eyes flew open to meet Lee's intense stare, filled with shock and disgust. She wanted to scream and cover herself, but instead found herself continuing to shower, almost inviting him to watch, even paying extra attention to her small pert breasts and nipples.
Emily could hear John shouting up to ask if Lee wanted a drink, the thought of John seeing Emily, being watched by this old man sent shivers down her spine. Yet, instead of stopping she stared directly at Lee and she dropped a hand to rub her shaven pussy. The shame of indulging in such forbidden attention began to kick in, Emily wanted to stop, but at the same time couldn't resist the excitement coursing through her veins. At the sound of John's voice. Lee laughed quietly and turned away. What was she becoming? If John couldn't provide the sex she needed, maybe she should find it elsewhere?
Emily's mind was in turmoil as she tried to push away the conflicting emotions that were coursing through her body. Although she felt dirty from what had just happened, there was still a tingling sensation between her legs betraying her disgust. Lee had crossed a line, but a twisted part of her couldn't deny the thrill of being watched by an older man. Yet, she didn't understand why had she carried on? She made a vow to never let it happen again, and was sure she had control over the situation. Though deep down, despite her inner turmoil, she found Lee's actions exciting and tempting. Giving into her desires, Emily continued to rub her pussy in the shower until her body giving in to pleasure.
Emily was expecting Lee to call in today to measure a window upstairs, she fidgeted with boredom waiting, until a mischievous idea struck her. She thought she would show him who is in control today and teach the old man a lesson, as she heard his motorbike roaring down the street. With not knowing what had come over her, she quickly stripped off her clothes and slipped into a short silk robe, the fabric cool and smooth against her skin. Emily cinched it tightly around her waist, accentuating her small curves, knowing it would reveal her ass if she stretched or bent over. Her white cotton panties, with a sly smile, she tugged at the lapels of the robe, opening it just enough to show off her small breasts. The thrill of finally being in control raced through her veins, drowning out any thoughts of caution. The fear of the risky behaviour was nothing compared to the rush she felt, no old man could ever be in control of her. She was going to show Lee who truly held the power here. John was due home any minute so she felt safe and confident, knowing that Lee wouldn't dare try anything with her.
Emily let Lee in, and showed him upstairs to take his measurements, going first so he could see her legs and cotton covered ass, purposefully crossing her arms making the robe rise to expose her ass, but his intense gaze began to make her confidence begin to flee, as he commented on her robe, his voice dripping with a sickening mixture of desire and control. Suddenly her resolve had gone and she felt like helpless prey, trapped in the clutches of a predator who was revelling in her vulnerability. They were a few feet apart and she couldn't help but feel exposed and helpless in his towering presence. Her heart raced with an intoxicating mix of fear and desire, tingling sensations coursing through her body. His intense gaze was both exhilarating and daunting, igniting a guilty fire within her. She tried to resist the pull towards him, but it was impossible to deny the sinful cravings that consumed her.
Emily stood anxiously, her robe barely clinging onto her body as it exposed her bare breasts. The silk material barely covering her hardened nipples, emphasizing the alluring contours of her slender figure. Lee's eyes couldn't help but wander down to her cotton panties, peeking out from under the robe and presenting him with a seductive view of her intimate area.
"You look amazing, my dear," he purred, "a dirty slutty girl playing dangerous games with an old man. Carry on and I'll make you my permanent toy slut."
The builder's words filled Emily with disgust and fear, but she couldn't find the courage to stand up to him. Her confidence about being in control, was shattered in an instant, replaced by a exciting sexual anxiety racing through her mind.
“You knew exactly what you were doing dressed like that, you dirty little prick tease, I've told you before, you're playing dangerous games with an old man, now open your robe, all the way!” Lee demanded.
"I-I won't, I can't, John will be back any minute you know?" she stuttered, shaking her head as she tried to protest.
"Do it now!" The old man's voice thundered, cutting off her feeble attempt at defence. His eyes bore into hers, commanding her to obey.
Even the click of the door announcing John's arrival didn't stop Lee, “Do it or I will tell him how dirty his good girl has been acting in front of me.” Lee said in a threatening tone.
John called out happily as he entered the house. "Emily, I'm back! I'll just take care of the shopping." he announced. He was stupidly unaware of what was happening upstairs.
Despite a voice inside her head screaming for her to run, Emily found herself willingly walking towards him, unable to resist his power over her, she had lost all control over her body and her desire. She stood before him, she knew deep down that this was just the beginning of something exciting, ignoring her guilt, she waited for his next move.
Lee pulled open her robe, not waiting or bothered about her permission, his fingers taking her small pert breasts firmly in his hands, his firmly massaging them. Emily squirmed under his touch, her breath coming in shallow gasps. His hand dropped lingering on her covered crotch, teasing and tracing the outline of her wetness through the thin fabric. She desperately wanted to resist, but her body betrayed her as she felt a surge of arousal coursing through her. The anticipation and tension built up, until she thought she couldn't take any more, he then abruptly pulled away, leaving her panting and trembling with both relief and disappointment.
"I'll be back on Saturday when John is watching the game" he taunted with a twisted smirk. "We can continue our little dance then. Can't we?" And with that, he sauntered out of the house, shouting goodbye to John, leaving Emily shaken and unsure of what would happen next.
Saturday finally arrived and Emily's emotions were in turmoil. She was anxious, nervous, thrilled, excited, and conflicted all at once. As she prepared to meet Lee, the older man, who had trapped her in her own games, she made a conscious decision to wear yoga pants and a baggy t-shirt anything to discourage his “******** advances”. But as he arrived at her doorstep, Emily's good girl determination to not let anything happen wavered, but she would stay in the same room as John so nothing could happen.
She smirked at Lee as she greeted him at the door, trying to keep her composure and hide her fear. "John is here," she announced, her voice dripping with a false sense of superiority. "And since you'll be working upstairs, I know you can't try anything."
Lee's lips curled into a cruel smirk and his voice dripped with power as he spoke. "Your resistance only fuels my desire to use you like the slut you are. Oh! and I've just decided I'll be working on the boiler while you stay by my side, under my watchful eye. Any noise or disobedience and I'll make sure John knows about your little display in the shower." he said smiling.
Emily's heart raced with fear and excitement as she realized she was completely at his mercy, her body aching with anticipation for whatever he had planned for her. Emily dropped her chin and nodded meekly, not sure if she had just given him permission to do whatever he wanted to her. As the old biker sauntered past her, his intentions clear and his psychological grip on her tightening. Panic flooded through Emily, as she realised she had unknowingly trapped herself, in her own dangerous game with this predatory man.
Feeling a **** of apprehension, tightening in her stomach, Emily followed Lee obediently to the back of the open-plan home. The TV blared loudly, John wouldn't hear their conversation but would have a clear view if he turned around and know she might not be his perfect wife. With a her sweet, quiet voice trembling, Emily pleaded again with Lee not to tell John about her flashing him, her eyes kept darting nervously towards John. The old man noticed this and said that he would take her body when he wanted, his tone dripping with lust. Panic rising within her, Emily realised she was deliciously stuck in a situation she never imagined, her mind racing for a way to protect herself and keep her husband oblivious. She couldn't let this old man touch her, she couldn't be unfaithful, but why was she so turned on by all of this?
Lee made a show of taking the cover off the boiler, made some banging noises and John seemingly motionless, with the TV blaring loudly. Lee looked at Emily and made a beckoning motion with his hand. Emily didn't want to move, didn't want to be near the old man but her body didn't obey her mind and she stepped towards him.
Lee reached out and touched her cheek with his rough unwashed hands and with a sharp tug on her brunette ponytail. Emily's head was forcibly tilted back, exposing her throat as his rough hand closed around her breast, over her T-Shirt. Squeezing her nipple between thumb and finger, sending a jolt of both pain and perverse pleasure through her body. Emily's heart raced with a mixture of fear and shameful arousal as she found herself helplessly enjoying the old man's grasp. Despite the fear of John turning his head and seeing his innocent good girl, wife being such a slut.
Emily desperately wanted to stop him, having no choice in this was freeing. She raised her hand and grabbing Lee's wrists to pull him off her breast but her hand trembled as she reached out. She knew that stopping him would mean giving up her newfound sense of freedom, her hand stayed still, holding his wrist, with no resistance. Although she should be disgusted by what he was doing, Emily couldn't deny the illicit thrill that pulsed through her veins at the old man's touch. Leaving her feeling both ashamed and disturbingly exhilarated, as Lee clawed at her young innocent body.
Lee still tightly gripping Emily's pony tail, let his other rough hand drop, forcing it's way past the flimsy waistband of her yoga pants, Emily's breath caught in her throat. A sickening mixture of excitement and shame flooded her senses, as she felt his firm fingers force themselves into her wet, aching pussy. Emily couldn't deny the pleasure that pulsed through her body. Emily's mind raced with conflicting emotions, torn between wanting to run away and being consumed by the intense pleasure of being violated by an older man. With a desperate glance at John fixated on his game, part of Emily secretly hoped he would turn around and see her finally being fucked like a desirable slut, adding a dangerous thrill to the already overwhelming mix of emotions coursing through her body. Part of her wanted her oblivious husband to see his good girl being used like a slut.
The Old man's scarred, rough, and tattooed body loomed over Emily, his hot breath tickled her ear as he whispered, "You're just a little dirty slut aren't you? Enjoying this, because John is sitting right there." All Emily could do is nod.
Emily's eyes darted to John, still glued to the loud TV and still unaware of what was happening. But any moment he could turn around and see Lee's hand exploring between her legs, the old man's rough fingers, rubbing her sensitive labia, forcing their way inside her. Emily didn't want to enjoy this, she shouldn't be enjoying this, but...
With a grip on her hair, the old man dragged Emily around the breakfast bar, almost out of sight of John but not his hearing. Pushing her to her knees, Lee forced her mouth open, taking his cock out and rubbed it on Emily's lips, unbelievably to her, she open her mouth and he shoved his hard cock into Emily's sweet, soft, innocent mouth. A wave of disgust and panic washed over her, but she couldn't deny the intense arousal she felt. Without thinking, Emily's tongue began to flick and squirm around the tip of the old man's cock, enjoying the hardness and relishing the taste of some of his cum already leaking out.
His grip on Emily's head was like a vice, her pretend attempts to break free futile. Her mouth was filled with his pulsing cock, the sensation both shameful and wonderful her at the same time. Every fibre of her being screamed, knowing it shouldn't be happening, but her mouth continued to eagerly suck and lick, succumbing to the thrill of finally being a dirty little slut. As Emily pleasured the old man, she couldn't help but picture of John watching in horrified fascination as she gave herself over to this forbidden pleasure.
The old man took his cock from her mouth, Emily was a little disappointed he had, she had begun to really enjoy being used and under his power, he then pulled her up from her knees.
“See where's the good girl Emily now? Your nothing but my little dark haired slut now, aren't you?” he whispered.
Emily shook her head, “No I'm not a slut, you forced me to do that I didn't want to do it.” Emily realised she couldn't argue that much because of the way she had just greedily sucked his cock so hard.
"Oh please, don't insult me with your lies," he spits. "You were begging for it, you dirty little slut." Lee laughed and let go of her turning away.
“John! I need you to pick up a new switch for this boiler, its been on order I got a text this morning, usual shop.” he said suddenly, shouting over the TV. John turned round, clicking the TV off and gave Emily a questioning look at her flustered appearance but answered. “Yes, no problem, I'll be about 10 minutes.” John clearly not knowing what had happened, Emily's faced flushed and she turned away from John in guilt.
Emily's heart sank as John eagerly agreed without question, she'll be left alone with the old man and be at his mercy. Emily knew her desire gave her no choice but to submit to Lee, who was doing these disgusting things to her. Her face burning with guilt, Emily turned away from John's oblivious gaze, knowing she can't deny what is happening between her and Lee, she is nothing but a slutty toy in his hands.
As the door clicked shut behind John's departure, Emily's heart raced with a mixture of anticipation and fear. In an instant, the man's rough hands seized her, holding her tightly he pushed her backwards. With a gasp, she stumbled against the breakfast bar, her breath catching in her throat. Lee pounced immediately, grabbing her with his rough hands roaming her body, Emily's mind was in turmoil. She wanted to fight back, to scream for him to stop, but a primal desire stirred within her, betraying her own sense of right and wrong.
Spinning her round Lee forced Emily to bend over the breakfast bar, his spare hand ripping her yoga pants down to her knees, his hand coming down hard on her tight firm ass, leaving red marks in its wake. Emily yelped, never having experienced a spanking before. With John out of the house, she finally finds her voice and pleaded for him to stop.
“No, no, please stop, please don't, I'm not a slut leave me alone,” Emily struggled a little but made sure she was still enough to allow him access. Lee's spare hand invading her pussy again, roughly fingering her, till his fingers were he pussy juices, a finger went into her ass, Emily had never had anything in her ass before, Lee then rubbed and rammed his thumb forcefully into Emily's tight asshole, causing pain and pleasure to collide within her. Using his thumb hooked into her ass, Emily's body was lifted off the ground and further onto the breakfast bar by sheer brute strength, allowing, him to ram his cock into her pussy roughly, without caring if he had hurt her, she closed her eyes beginning to lose herself in the moment.
Emily opened her eyes staring ahead of her, she could see her and John's wedding photo on the wall, she stared at the picture John smiling, as Lee fucked her hard, she thought of the guilt and shame, she shouldn't be enjoying this but as Lee continued his assault on her pussy, Emily knew that John could or would ever fuck her like this. Then with intense passion she grabbed the edge of the counter and pushed her ass back in a counter rhythm to Lee, making his cock go even harder and deeper into her pussy.
Emily's eyes never left the image of John, the man in her wedding photo. With lust and aching desire consuming her, as the old man ravaged her. Emily couldn't deny the twisted fantasies burning within her, wanting her husband to walk in and witness his submissive wife giving into her primal slutty urges. The sound of their bodies colliding against the breakfast bar echoed throughout the room, finally being fucked by a real man.
Lee thrust even deeper inside her. She screamed in *******, revelling in her own disgustingly slutty behaviour. Emily's heart raced with forbidden excitement, unable to resist the thrill of wanting to be caught by John in this taboo act. The fiery intensity only grew as she looked back at their wedding portrait, fuelling the raw passion and forbidden thrill coursing through her body, as Emily wriggled her ass desperate for Lee's cock to use her more.
"Say it, Emily," he demands, his voice thick with lust and malice. "Admit that you're my filthy little slut."
"Yes, I am your dirty fucking slut." Emily moaned, her words a desperate plea for more, her breath comes in ragged gasps as she surrenders to her own depravity. Her body tingling with the thrill of being used like a toy, her mind consumed by the raw ******* of being forced to be a slut. Every touch is like fire on her skin, igniting a dark desire that consumes her completely. She is lost in the dark delight of being powerless and dominated, a willing slave to her own wicked desires.
Guilt suddenly fills Emily's mind as she realizes the true depth of her desperation. She tries to resist the pleasure coursing through her body, but it's no use. With each forceful thrust, she moans in *******, completely giving in to the old man's desires, her pussy began to convulse as an intense orgasm built deep inside her, gripping the edge of the breakfast bar, she let out a deep loud moan as her orgasm reach it's climax.
Emily's mind swirled as she grappled with the shameful thrill coursing through her veins. Despite the guilt, there was an undeniable excitement and desires raging beneath the surface. Each moment of slutty submission had brought a thrill of exhilaration and arousal.
Emily could feel Lee slowing his strokes, breathing heavily as he grunted as his cock began to jerk, she panicked as she could hear John talking to a neighbour, for some unknown reason this made Emily more excited she pushed her ass back hard impaling her tight pussy onto his cock, Emily heard John turn the key in the lock, she made her pussy grip the old man's cock hoping he would finish, this made the rubbing inside intensely pleasurable. Part of her really hoped that John would come home and see his good girl being fucked properly for once, make him watched as as an old man's cock could do that his couldn't
John shouted he was back, Emily panicked and was desperate that Lee would finish before John really did catch them, she rammed her pussy back wonderfully impaling herself on his old cock, as the old man Lee quickly pulled her yoga pants up, just before John walked in she could feel the old man's cum seeping out of her pussy, making her pants wet and sticky inside. Lee had calmly put his cock away and turned towards the boiler.
John engaged in small talk with Lee about the day, handed over the necessary part, and glanced curiously at Emily's dishevelled appearance without saying anything, looking at John next to a real man, her husband had never looked more pathetic.
“It will just take 5 minutes to fit this part, but I'll have to keep nipping round to check on it and make sure everything is usable,” He winked at Emily as John had a confused look on his face.
Despite feeling powerless and disgusted by his actions, there was a twisted part of her that craved for him to push her into more depraved acts than before. She was torn between the overwhelming guilt and shame, yet knowing she couldn't or wouldn't stop him made her shiver in dark pleasure.
Their love life was a sad routine of John's quick, uninspired thrusts once a month in the same old missionary position. He had no interest in foreplay, and the only time he touched Emily's body was to gain entry with his lacklustre cock. Emily yearned for more: more frequency, more variety, more pleasure. But John rejected her suggestions for different positions, oral sex, calling them "disgusting" and "perverse." Emily had lost all hope for any satisfying, let alone real kinky and exciting sex in their marriage, years ago.
The only time Emily ever reached orgasm was when she fantasised about dominant older men, their strong hands gripping her body and taking complete control. She craved their rough touch and savage desire to use her, leaving her weak and slutty.
Emily couldn't resist her lustful urges any longer. The illicit attraction to Lee, the rugged and tattooed builder who was at least two decades older than her, consumed her every thought. She knew it was wrong, but she couldn't deny the intense desire that coursed through her body whenever he was near. One afternoon when Lee left on his motorbike, leaving behind his sweatshirt with his musky scent lingering on it, Emily couldn't resist the temptation. She stripped naked and slipped on the shirt, inhaling deeply as she played, rubbing her clit and fingering her wet pussy, imagining Lee dominating her, taking her forcefully until she reached a mind-blowing climax. As she lay there in guilt and pleasure, Emily knew she wouldn't do anything, wouldn't really let him touch her, but there was nothing to stop her seeking some attention, maybe some flirting. What would be the worse that could happen?
As usual, Lee's presence in the room always gave Emily a sense of unease, he was the complete opposite of her usual type, clean-cut, young, and athletic like her husband. Yet, there was something about his commanding presence that both scared and excited her, leaving her feeling ashamed of herself. Despite her feelings of intimidation, Emily found herself becoming more fascinated with him each passing day as Lee worked on renovations for their property. She tried to portray the perfect host, hiding her inner turmoil behind a facade of good behaviour and fake smiles.
Lee was relentless in his pursuit of Emily, lavishing her with constant compliments and admiring her every move. Taking pleasure in watching her squirm under his intense gaze and teasing comments, only fuelling his desire to make bolder advances. Lee's words were laced with a a forceful and seductive undertones, making Emily's heart race and cheeks flush with desire. As much as she tried to resist his charm and remain faithful to her husband John, the thrill of their flirtation only heightened the delicious tension between them. Perhaps, just maybe, she enjoyed playing along a little too much. Even when John clumsily poked at her body once a month in missionary position. Emily's mind couldn't help but wander to Lee. She knew she should be focused on her husband, but it was the only way she felt pleasure with John on top of her. The only time she ever experienced pleasure was when she shamefully touched herself. She couldn't stop thinking about Lee and how he made her feel alive in a way that John never could.
One morning, unknown to Emily, John had let Lee to the house while she was in the shower, completely lost in the sensation of the warm water cascading over her body, she had left the door open, never expecting a visitor. Emily rinsed off the suds of her face, she suddenly felt a dark presence, her eyes flew open to meet Lee's intense stare, filled with shock and disgust. She wanted to scream and cover herself, but instead found herself continuing to shower, almost inviting him to watch, even paying extra attention to her small pert breasts and nipples.
Emily could hear John shouting up to ask if Lee wanted a drink, the thought of John seeing Emily, being watched by this old man sent shivers down her spine. Yet, instead of stopping she stared directly at Lee and she dropped a hand to rub her shaven pussy. The shame of indulging in such forbidden attention began to kick in, Emily wanted to stop, but at the same time couldn't resist the excitement coursing through her veins. At the sound of John's voice. Lee laughed quietly and turned away. What was she becoming? If John couldn't provide the sex she needed, maybe she should find it elsewhere?
Emily's mind was in turmoil as she tried to push away the conflicting emotions that were coursing through her body. Although she felt dirty from what had just happened, there was still a tingling sensation between her legs betraying her disgust. Lee had crossed a line, but a twisted part of her couldn't deny the thrill of being watched by an older man. Yet, she didn't understand why had she carried on? She made a vow to never let it happen again, and was sure she had control over the situation. Though deep down, despite her inner turmoil, she found Lee's actions exciting and tempting. Giving into her desires, Emily continued to rub her pussy in the shower until her body giving in to pleasure.
Emily was expecting Lee to call in today to measure a window upstairs, she fidgeted with boredom waiting, until a mischievous idea struck her. She thought she would show him who is in control today and teach the old man a lesson, as she heard his motorbike roaring down the street. With not knowing what had come over her, she quickly stripped off her clothes and slipped into a short silk robe, the fabric cool and smooth against her skin. Emily cinched it tightly around her waist, accentuating her small curves, knowing it would reveal her ass if she stretched or bent over. Her white cotton panties, with a sly smile, she tugged at the lapels of the robe, opening it just enough to show off her small breasts. The thrill of finally being in control raced through her veins, drowning out any thoughts of caution. The fear of the risky behaviour was nothing compared to the rush she felt, no old man could ever be in control of her. She was going to show Lee who truly held the power here. John was due home any minute so she felt safe and confident, knowing that Lee wouldn't dare try anything with her.
Emily let Lee in, and showed him upstairs to take his measurements, going first so he could see her legs and cotton covered ass, purposefully crossing her arms making the robe rise to expose her ass, but his intense gaze began to make her confidence begin to flee, as he commented on her robe, his voice dripping with a sickening mixture of desire and control. Suddenly her resolve had gone and she felt like helpless prey, trapped in the clutches of a predator who was revelling in her vulnerability. They were a few feet apart and she couldn't help but feel exposed and helpless in his towering presence. Her heart raced with an intoxicating mix of fear and desire, tingling sensations coursing through her body. His intense gaze was both exhilarating and daunting, igniting a guilty fire within her. She tried to resist the pull towards him, but it was impossible to deny the sinful cravings that consumed her.
Emily stood anxiously, her robe barely clinging onto her body as it exposed her bare breasts. The silk material barely covering her hardened nipples, emphasizing the alluring contours of her slender figure. Lee's eyes couldn't help but wander down to her cotton panties, peeking out from under the robe and presenting him with a seductive view of her intimate area.
"You look amazing, my dear," he purred, "a dirty slutty girl playing dangerous games with an old man. Carry on and I'll make you my permanent toy slut."
The builder's words filled Emily with disgust and fear, but she couldn't find the courage to stand up to him. Her confidence about being in control, was shattered in an instant, replaced by a exciting sexual anxiety racing through her mind.
“You knew exactly what you were doing dressed like that, you dirty little prick tease, I've told you before, you're playing dangerous games with an old man, now open your robe, all the way!” Lee demanded.
"I-I won't, I can't, John will be back any minute you know?" she stuttered, shaking her head as she tried to protest.
"Do it now!" The old man's voice thundered, cutting off her feeble attempt at defence. His eyes bore into hers, commanding her to obey.
Even the click of the door announcing John's arrival didn't stop Lee, “Do it or I will tell him how dirty his good girl has been acting in front of me.” Lee said in a threatening tone.
John called out happily as he entered the house. "Emily, I'm back! I'll just take care of the shopping." he announced. He was stupidly unaware of what was happening upstairs.
Despite a voice inside her head screaming for her to run, Emily found herself willingly walking towards him, unable to resist his power over her, she had lost all control over her body and her desire. She stood before him, she knew deep down that this was just the beginning of something exciting, ignoring her guilt, she waited for his next move.
Lee pulled open her robe, not waiting or bothered about her permission, his fingers taking her small pert breasts firmly in his hands, his firmly massaging them. Emily squirmed under his touch, her breath coming in shallow gasps. His hand dropped lingering on her covered crotch, teasing and tracing the outline of her wetness through the thin fabric. She desperately wanted to resist, but her body betrayed her as she felt a surge of arousal coursing through her. The anticipation and tension built up, until she thought she couldn't take any more, he then abruptly pulled away, leaving her panting and trembling with both relief and disappointment.
"I'll be back on Saturday when John is watching the game" he taunted with a twisted smirk. "We can continue our little dance then. Can't we?" And with that, he sauntered out of the house, shouting goodbye to John, leaving Emily shaken and unsure of what would happen next.
Saturday finally arrived and Emily's emotions were in turmoil. She was anxious, nervous, thrilled, excited, and conflicted all at once. As she prepared to meet Lee, the older man, who had trapped her in her own games, she made a conscious decision to wear yoga pants and a baggy t-shirt anything to discourage his “******** advances”. But as he arrived at her doorstep, Emily's good girl determination to not let anything happen wavered, but she would stay in the same room as John so nothing could happen.
She smirked at Lee as she greeted him at the door, trying to keep her composure and hide her fear. "John is here," she announced, her voice dripping with a false sense of superiority. "And since you'll be working upstairs, I know you can't try anything."
Lee's lips curled into a cruel smirk and his voice dripped with power as he spoke. "Your resistance only fuels my desire to use you like the slut you are. Oh! and I've just decided I'll be working on the boiler while you stay by my side, under my watchful eye. Any noise or disobedience and I'll make sure John knows about your little display in the shower." he said smiling.
Emily's heart raced with fear and excitement as she realized she was completely at his mercy, her body aching with anticipation for whatever he had planned for her. Emily dropped her chin and nodded meekly, not sure if she had just given him permission to do whatever he wanted to her. As the old biker sauntered past her, his intentions clear and his psychological grip on her tightening. Panic flooded through Emily, as she realised she had unknowingly trapped herself, in her own dangerous game with this predatory man.
Feeling a **** of apprehension, tightening in her stomach, Emily followed Lee obediently to the back of the open-plan home. The TV blared loudly, John wouldn't hear their conversation but would have a clear view if he turned around and know she might not be his perfect wife. With a her sweet, quiet voice trembling, Emily pleaded again with Lee not to tell John about her flashing him, her eyes kept darting nervously towards John. The old man noticed this and said that he would take her body when he wanted, his tone dripping with lust. Panic rising within her, Emily realised she was deliciously stuck in a situation she never imagined, her mind racing for a way to protect herself and keep her husband oblivious. She couldn't let this old man touch her, she couldn't be unfaithful, but why was she so turned on by all of this?
Lee made a show of taking the cover off the boiler, made some banging noises and John seemingly motionless, with the TV blaring loudly. Lee looked at Emily and made a beckoning motion with his hand. Emily didn't want to move, didn't want to be near the old man but her body didn't obey her mind and she stepped towards him.
Lee reached out and touched her cheek with his rough unwashed hands and with a sharp tug on her brunette ponytail. Emily's head was forcibly tilted back, exposing her throat as his rough hand closed around her breast, over her T-Shirt. Squeezing her nipple between thumb and finger, sending a jolt of both pain and perverse pleasure through her body. Emily's heart raced with a mixture of fear and shameful arousal as she found herself helplessly enjoying the old man's grasp. Despite the fear of John turning his head and seeing his innocent good girl, wife being such a slut.
Emily desperately wanted to stop him, having no choice in this was freeing. She raised her hand and grabbing Lee's wrists to pull him off her breast but her hand trembled as she reached out. She knew that stopping him would mean giving up her newfound sense of freedom, her hand stayed still, holding his wrist, with no resistance. Although she should be disgusted by what he was doing, Emily couldn't deny the illicit thrill that pulsed through her veins at the old man's touch. Leaving her feeling both ashamed and disturbingly exhilarated, as Lee clawed at her young innocent body.
Lee still tightly gripping Emily's pony tail, let his other rough hand drop, forcing it's way past the flimsy waistband of her yoga pants, Emily's breath caught in her throat. A sickening mixture of excitement and shame flooded her senses, as she felt his firm fingers force themselves into her wet, aching pussy. Emily couldn't deny the pleasure that pulsed through her body. Emily's mind raced with conflicting emotions, torn between wanting to run away and being consumed by the intense pleasure of being violated by an older man. With a desperate glance at John fixated on his game, part of Emily secretly hoped he would turn around and see her finally being fucked like a desirable slut, adding a dangerous thrill to the already overwhelming mix of emotions coursing through her body. Part of her wanted her oblivious husband to see his good girl being used like a slut.
The Old man's scarred, rough, and tattooed body loomed over Emily, his hot breath tickled her ear as he whispered, "You're just a little dirty slut aren't you? Enjoying this, because John is sitting right there." All Emily could do is nod.
Emily's eyes darted to John, still glued to the loud TV and still unaware of what was happening. But any moment he could turn around and see Lee's hand exploring between her legs, the old man's rough fingers, rubbing her sensitive labia, forcing their way inside her. Emily didn't want to enjoy this, she shouldn't be enjoying this, but...
With a grip on her hair, the old man dragged Emily around the breakfast bar, almost out of sight of John but not his hearing. Pushing her to her knees, Lee forced her mouth open, taking his cock out and rubbed it on Emily's lips, unbelievably to her, she open her mouth and he shoved his hard cock into Emily's sweet, soft, innocent mouth. A wave of disgust and panic washed over her, but she couldn't deny the intense arousal she felt. Without thinking, Emily's tongue began to flick and squirm around the tip of the old man's cock, enjoying the hardness and relishing the taste of some of his cum already leaking out.
His grip on Emily's head was like a vice, her pretend attempts to break free futile. Her mouth was filled with his pulsing cock, the sensation both shameful and wonderful her at the same time. Every fibre of her being screamed, knowing it shouldn't be happening, but her mouth continued to eagerly suck and lick, succumbing to the thrill of finally being a dirty little slut. As Emily pleasured the old man, she couldn't help but picture of John watching in horrified fascination as she gave herself over to this forbidden pleasure.
The old man took his cock from her mouth, Emily was a little disappointed he had, she had begun to really enjoy being used and under his power, he then pulled her up from her knees.
“See where's the good girl Emily now? Your nothing but my little dark haired slut now, aren't you?” he whispered.
Emily shook her head, “No I'm not a slut, you forced me to do that I didn't want to do it.” Emily realised she couldn't argue that much because of the way she had just greedily sucked his cock so hard.
"Oh please, don't insult me with your lies," he spits. "You were begging for it, you dirty little slut." Lee laughed and let go of her turning away.
“John! I need you to pick up a new switch for this boiler, its been on order I got a text this morning, usual shop.” he said suddenly, shouting over the TV. John turned round, clicking the TV off and gave Emily a questioning look at her flustered appearance but answered. “Yes, no problem, I'll be about 10 minutes.” John clearly not knowing what had happened, Emily's faced flushed and she turned away from John in guilt.
Emily's heart sank as John eagerly agreed without question, she'll be left alone with the old man and be at his mercy. Emily knew her desire gave her no choice but to submit to Lee, who was doing these disgusting things to her. Her face burning with guilt, Emily turned away from John's oblivious gaze, knowing she can't deny what is happening between her and Lee, she is nothing but a slutty toy in his hands.
As the door clicked shut behind John's departure, Emily's heart raced with a mixture of anticipation and fear. In an instant, the man's rough hands seized her, holding her tightly he pushed her backwards. With a gasp, she stumbled against the breakfast bar, her breath catching in her throat. Lee pounced immediately, grabbing her with his rough hands roaming her body, Emily's mind was in turmoil. She wanted to fight back, to scream for him to stop, but a primal desire stirred within her, betraying her own sense of right and wrong.
Spinning her round Lee forced Emily to bend over the breakfast bar, his spare hand ripping her yoga pants down to her knees, his hand coming down hard on her tight firm ass, leaving red marks in its wake. Emily yelped, never having experienced a spanking before. With John out of the house, she finally finds her voice and pleaded for him to stop.
“No, no, please stop, please don't, I'm not a slut leave me alone,” Emily struggled a little but made sure she was still enough to allow him access. Lee's spare hand invading her pussy again, roughly fingering her, till his fingers were he pussy juices, a finger went into her ass, Emily had never had anything in her ass before, Lee then rubbed and rammed his thumb forcefully into Emily's tight asshole, causing pain and pleasure to collide within her. Using his thumb hooked into her ass, Emily's body was lifted off the ground and further onto the breakfast bar by sheer brute strength, allowing, him to ram his cock into her pussy roughly, without caring if he had hurt her, she closed her eyes beginning to lose herself in the moment.
Emily opened her eyes staring ahead of her, she could see her and John's wedding photo on the wall, she stared at the picture John smiling, as Lee fucked her hard, she thought of the guilt and shame, she shouldn't be enjoying this but as Lee continued his assault on her pussy, Emily knew that John could or would ever fuck her like this. Then with intense passion she grabbed the edge of the counter and pushed her ass back in a counter rhythm to Lee, making his cock go even harder and deeper into her pussy.
Emily's eyes never left the image of John, the man in her wedding photo. With lust and aching desire consuming her, as the old man ravaged her. Emily couldn't deny the twisted fantasies burning within her, wanting her husband to walk in and witness his submissive wife giving into her primal slutty urges. The sound of their bodies colliding against the breakfast bar echoed throughout the room, finally being fucked by a real man.
Lee thrust even deeper inside her. She screamed in *******, revelling in her own disgustingly slutty behaviour. Emily's heart raced with forbidden excitement, unable to resist the thrill of wanting to be caught by John in this taboo act. The fiery intensity only grew as she looked back at their wedding portrait, fuelling the raw passion and forbidden thrill coursing through her body, as Emily wriggled her ass desperate for Lee's cock to use her more.
"Say it, Emily," he demands, his voice thick with lust and malice. "Admit that you're my filthy little slut."
"Yes, I am your dirty fucking slut." Emily moaned, her words a desperate plea for more, her breath comes in ragged gasps as she surrenders to her own depravity. Her body tingling with the thrill of being used like a toy, her mind consumed by the raw ******* of being forced to be a slut. Every touch is like fire on her skin, igniting a dark desire that consumes her completely. She is lost in the dark delight of being powerless and dominated, a willing slave to her own wicked desires.
Guilt suddenly fills Emily's mind as she realizes the true depth of her desperation. She tries to resist the pleasure coursing through her body, but it's no use. With each forceful thrust, she moans in *******, completely giving in to the old man's desires, her pussy began to convulse as an intense orgasm built deep inside her, gripping the edge of the breakfast bar, she let out a deep loud moan as her orgasm reach it's climax.
Emily's mind swirled as she grappled with the shameful thrill coursing through her veins. Despite the guilt, there was an undeniable excitement and desires raging beneath the surface. Each moment of slutty submission had brought a thrill of exhilaration and arousal.
Emily could feel Lee slowing his strokes, breathing heavily as he grunted as his cock began to jerk, she panicked as she could hear John talking to a neighbour, for some unknown reason this made Emily more excited she pushed her ass back hard impaling her tight pussy onto his cock, Emily heard John turn the key in the lock, she made her pussy grip the old man's cock hoping he would finish, this made the rubbing inside intensely pleasurable. Part of her really hoped that John would come home and see his good girl being fucked properly for once, make him watched as as an old man's cock could do that his couldn't
John shouted he was back, Emily panicked and was desperate that Lee would finish before John really did catch them, she rammed her pussy back wonderfully impaling herself on his old cock, as the old man Lee quickly pulled her yoga pants up, just before John walked in she could feel the old man's cum seeping out of her pussy, making her pants wet and sticky inside. Lee had calmly put his cock away and turned towards the boiler.
John engaged in small talk with Lee about the day, handed over the necessary part, and glanced curiously at Emily's dishevelled appearance without saying anything, looking at John next to a real man, her husband had never looked more pathetic.
“It will just take 5 minutes to fit this part, but I'll have to keep nipping round to check on it and make sure everything is usable,” He winked at Emily as John had a confused look on his face.
Despite feeling powerless and disgusted by his actions, there was a twisted part of her that craved for him to push her into more depraved acts than before. She was torn between the overwhelming guilt and shame, yet knowing she couldn't or wouldn't stop him made her shiver in dark pleasure.
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