Big Book of Smut (20 page)

Sarah came again, screaming obscenities at the ceiling of the bedroom. When the orgasm finally subsided, she withdrew her fingers. They were slick from her juices and his seed. She stared at the mixture in contemplation, remembering when he had made her swallow his load. She hated the taste of cum, hated him for making her do it.

She slipped her fingers into her mouth and licked them clean. Bastard, she thought.

* * *

As Sarah slowly came out of her lusty fugue state, she finally noticed the time. Shit, she thought. If she did not hurry, she would be late for her new job. He specifically ordered me to not be late. The sadistic bastard would enjoy it if I was, she told herself. He’d use it as an excuse to hurt me again. Her pussy was still tingling from the constant string of orgasms she had just experienced.

No longer having time even for basic hygiene, Sarah did her best to clean up the mess between her legs with a towel. She straightened her bed, hoping against hope that her husband wouldn’t notice the mess she had left, or that she would have time tonight to change the sheets.

She had been told to dress in something befitting an office slut, and she did not want to disappoint. She dressed in the most skimpy clothes she could find. She wore a thin blouse, only clasping the center three buttons. Both her impressive cleavage and her flat midriff were suitably exposed, Sarah thought. She followed it up with a pair of extremely short, tight shorts that showed off her curves. She wore neither panties nor a bra; she had been told not to.

As Sarah made her way to her car, she blushed furiously. The neighbors can see me, she realized. They’re going to think that I am a whore. Sarah climbed into the car and pulled away, her mind racing. Shit, I’m going to be late. Shit shit shit. Sarah had only twenty minutes to get to the building, find a parking place, and make it to Mr. Wright’s office. There was no way that she could make it, Sarah knew, but she was determined to not be any later than she had to be. She stepped on the gas.

Sarah had been driving for some time when she realized that the shortcut wasn’t going to work. She had only made the trip to her husband’s workplace a few times since they moved here, and she thought she had found a faster way to the building. Alas, the dirt road she was following proved to not be a road, but rather a ridiculously long driveway. “Freaking Mapquest!” shouted Sarah as she slammed her smartphone down onto the driver’s side seat. This detour was going to cost her precious time, Sarah knew.

Sarah eyed the nearby buildings with suspicion and distaste. They were clearly occupied, but in poor repair. Three homes hid beneath the dense trees, sharing the same unpaved driveway. Sarah did not feel unsafe, but years of living in the city had made her rather snobbish. If I’m not careful, they’ll make me listen to their banjo symphony before they let me leave, she cynically thought to herself. She frantically spun the wheel to turn her car around as quickly as possible.

Sarah felt the world lurch. Now she was sliding down backwards, groaning at her own stupidity. That ditch pulled out in front of me, honest she imagined herself having to explain to Mr. Wright. I didn’t mean to miss work, please forgive me sir. Sarah groaned and got out of the car to assess the damage.

There was no way that she was going to get her car out by herself, Sarah knew. With a scream of frustration, Sarah slammed her foot down as hard as she could without breaking a heel. Her breasts recoiled from the shock, dancing around beneath their flimsy covering.

“This here’s private property, miss,” drawled a voice behind her.

Sarah spun around to face the man. Ugh, great, a backwoods person, Sarah thought. Skinny and wiry, the man had pale skin, a thinning head of red hair and a crooked smile. In short, he looked absolutely nothing like Mr. Wright, and Sarah hated him for that.

The man was wearing a white tank top that was covered in oil stains. His eyes were continually scanning between her exposed belly button and her chest. “I didn’t mean to get stuck,” Sarah said, managing a neutral tone. “Look, I’m in a huge hurry here. Is there any way you could help me get my car out of this ditch?”

“Might be that my truck could pull it out, if we chained them both to-gether,” he suggested in a drawl. He had decided what part of her he liked more, and he was now staring at her breasts full time.

“Great! That’s great. Let’s just go get the truck and do that then, shall we? I really am in a hurry,” Sarah said, a touch of panic rising in her voice. What is Mr. Wright going to do to me if I’m even more late?

“Trouble with that is that Missy, see, she’s my missus, Missy already took the truck out to take the young ones to the zoo.” He pronounced zoo with exceptional care, as if it were a foreign word he wanted to get perfect. “She’ll be gone for a few hours. We’re alone here,” he explained. I hate the country, Sarah thought as she rolled her eyes, her elitism more evident with each passing second.

Sarah swore. “Excuse me, I need to use my phone. I need to call a tow truck right away.” She turned to walk back to the car, planning to retrieve her discarded phone.

She felt an arm grab her by the shoulder.

“Nearest tow is over an hour away. Besides, this is private property. Don’t want no one skulking around,” he drawled. Sarah bit back a flash of rage. If this stupid bumpkin makes me even later than I already am, I swear to God... Sarah thought darkly to herself. She had no time for paranoid nonsense. Who objected to a tow truck on their property? “Please, I’m desperate. I really need to go, now. I can’t wait all day,” she said, her annoyance finally seeping into her voice.

“Desperate, huh? Well, as long as the missus is gone, could be that I can give you a ride,” he said.

Sarah turned back around and looked at him. His hand dropped from her shoulder and onto her breast, flicking at her nipple through the thin blouse.

There’s no helping it. If I’m late, he’ll think I balked. He’ll fire Stephen and sue us both, Sarah thought as she sighed. “Yes, desperate. What do you want?” she asked, her thoughts focused solely on how to get to work as quickly as possible

Without answering he began to unbutton her blouse. His mouth enveloped a nipple and he began to suck hungrily. His hand went up and he squeezed at her free breast. Oh, Sarah thought. Mr. Wright’s never sucked my nipples like that before, and God knows Stephen wouldn’t even know where to begin. The new sensation was turning Sarah on, despite her rush. He continued to suckle her for several minutes before Sarah, aware of every passing second, could pull herself back. She had to do this quickly.

Sarah looked the man over once again. She could see an obvious bulge in his pants, and she knew that he wasn’t going to let her get away with just some fondling. She sank to her knees in front of him, making direct eye contact. Sarah had always heard men liked that. She caressed his bulge with one hand and her own breast with the other.

“What’s this? Do you have something for me, big guy?” Sarah asked in the deepest, most seductive voice she could manage. She gave his cock a squeeze before pressing her breasts against it. She raked her nipple, still wet from his mouth, across his tented pants.

In response to her question, the man untied his belt. It’s just a long piece of rope, Sarah noticed for the first time. She stifled a laugh. He wiggled his hips, causing his pants to quickly fall down. He was not wearing underwear.

He was hard, of course. Sarah had only ever been with two men before, so her experience with penis size was limited. He was much larger than her husband, but smaller than Mr. Wright. His balls were huge, much larger than the other men she had known.

Looking into his eyes again, she lied. “Oh God, you’re huge! I hope I can take it all,” she said before taking the tip past her lips. After the brutal initiation Mr. Wright had given her with his monster cock, she knew that she would have no problems servicing this man. She licked at the head, tasting the precum oozing out of it. It tastes different, she thought.

As Sarah slipped his manhood further into her mouth, she felt like something was missing. It wasn’t until she had taken him most of the way, when her chin touched his large balls, that she realized what it was. Mr. Wright held my head the first time I did this, she realized. She missed the feeling of helplessness it gave her, the knowledge that he could overpower her at any time and take whatever he wanted. The fact that he had done exactly that, when he had first taken her throat. He was more merciful the second time, but Sarah realized now that had been his choice. She missed the sensation of her hair being pulled, the heat of his palms radiating against her head.

She continued to work her way up and down his flesh, feeling his prick jerk and shiver with each new thrust. Soon, Sarah thought as the man began to grunt. She pulled her head back and once again made eye contact. “That’s it baby, give it to me! I want your cum!” she growled before shoving her mouth back down onto his cock. She sucked as hard as she could, determined to bring him off sooner rather than later. I’m so late, Sarah thought as she pleasured the man.

Soon she could feel his cock stiffening, his breath hastening. Almost there, she thought, just before he pushed her head away. “That sure was nice. Missy won’t even go near me there with her mouth. Says it ain’t natural. I thank you kindly for the appetizer,” he said with a smile. “But I want some of the main course. This way,” he said. Ah, fuck, she thought.

The man walked over to an incredibly old, beat up car and gestured for her to follow. She began to crawl over towards him, stopping herself after a moment. What the hell am I doing? she asked herself. This guy isn’t Mr. Wright. He isn’t even fit to polish Mr. Wright’s shoes. She stood up and walked over, her breasts swaying as she walked. Her blouse was still open, but Sarah did not care. Whatever gets him off faster, she told herself. Let him enjoy the view.

When she arrived at the vehicle, the man stepped behind her and asked for her hands. Sarah complied, annoyed at the slowdown. He was almost coming, damn it. She could feel something being wrapped around her wrists, being tightened around them. Sarah tried to take her hands back, but found she could not. They were securely restrained together, behind her back.

What the hell? Sarah twisted around, looking over her shoulder. Shit, she thought. He had used his belt to tie her up. Never trust a man who wears rope, Sarah mused.

Still behind her, the man reached between her legs and snaked his hand up, trying to undo her shorts from behind. She could feel his wrist pressing into her crotch, rubbing against her as he slowly undressed her in a needlessly complicated way. Finally he was done. Her shorts fell to the muddy ground.

The man pushed Sarah forward, over the flat hood of his car, before returning his hand between her legs. He roughly pushed a finger into her, gliding it up, deep into her core. “Shoot you’re wet. Guess all that foreplay musta turned you on,” he said as his now lubricated finger easily slid in and out of her.

“It’s just...” It’s what? she asked herself. What was she going to say? “It’s not you, it’s just another man’s cum. He fucked me this morning. It’s just my juices. You see, I’ve been masturbating ever since he left,” perhaps? No. “It’s just your cock, it’s so impressive. I’ve never had a real man before,” she lied. Mr. Wright is a real man, even if my husband isn’t.

Sarah could tell he liked her answer. He whooped. He also withdrew his hand, and Sarah could feel the heat of his body behind her. This is it, she thought as his pelvis lined up against hers. His cock was pressing against her mound as he searched for her entrance. Soon he found it. She felt him sliding into her, and for the second time that day she eagerly accepted a man other than her husband into her pussy. How is it I went my entire life with only one man, but now I can’t even go a few hours? Sarah asked herself.

“Shit,” he said with a groan. “You’re so tight. You’ve never been knocked up before, have you?” he asked. What a flatterer, she thought. Despite the man’s abrasiveness, Sarah was starting to get turned on. This man wasn’t as big as Mr. Wright, but after years of being stuck with Stephen, anything felt satisfying. His large balls were slapping against her clit as he thrust into her, making her tingle. She flexed her tied hands, wishing desperately that she could rub herself as he fucked her.

“It’s all for you, baby. Fill my tight hole up with your huge dick!” she yelled. She could no longer tell if she was just humoring him or not. The ache between her legs intensified, and she desperately wished for more pressure on her clit. “Fuck me harder!” screamed Sarah.

The man complied, picking up speed. His balls began to rub against her clit harder and Sarah’s legs felt weak. He wriggled his hand underneath her chest and began to play with her tits as he continued to dive into her.

“Fuck!” Sarah yelped as pinched one of her nipples. “That hurt!” she protested weakly, even as she realized that it turned her on. The pain reminded her of Mr. Wright, and she felt the wetness between her legs growing.

“Oh yeah, you like that, don’t you?” gasped the man. “Knew I was right to tie you up. You can always tell submissive folk when you see em,” he explained, his cock sliding in and out of her.

Sarah growled at him and struggled with her bonds. The sight encouraged the man and he began to slam against her with renewed vigor, roughly squeezing her nipples with each new thrust. Soon Sarah was moaning each time he filled her now, thrusting back against him and begging. “Fuck me, God, fuck me!” she cried, cascading towards the edge.