Force fantasy erotica...
"Tight Housework," a sex story by Alice Campion
Quickly dressing after her long soak in the bubbles Sarah’s mind wandered to thoughts of how excited her husband was going to be when he took stock of her new outfit. Not your typical housewife gear admittedly but the intention was there. Sarah wore her new apron with pride. It was a little black number barely covering her mound but her favorite bit was where it tied at the back with white satin just above her bear arse cheeks. She slipped on some white fishnet stockings and some painfully high heels and checked out her reflection in the long hall mirror. Perfect! she thought and just a little bit naughty. The apron had a little heart shape pocket just at the front and she decided it would be the ideal place to store a bit of battery operated equipment.
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She heard a knock at the door; he must have forgotten to take his key again. Sarah ran downstairs, unlocking the door she opened it.
“Surprise!” she sang but her face dropped immediately. “Oh, it’s you…what do you want it’s one in the morning?” she scowled at the man who stood sheepishly in the doorway.
“You. I am sick of you! I know what you’re up to my wife has told me all your little sordid secrets…” the man had clearly been drinking.
Sarah began pressing the door closed trying as best she might to cover whatever part of the outfit he’d seen. “I don’t want you here, go home to your wife. You’ve obviously been drinking and to be honest I don’t really know what you’re talking about.”
The man began trying to push the door open, his face was flushed and he was clearly agitated
“Peter! Just go away! My husband’s here you know”
“No he isn’t.” Peter pushed the door harder this time forcing his way into the hall “I’m going to have you!” he shouted. “There are names for girls like you, flaunting yourself and your ideas all over town. I’m going to teach you how to behave!”
“The fuck you are, get out of my house!” Sarah hissed.
She again attempted to push Peter back out through the doorway but he grabbed at her wrist and dragged her into the house, slamming the door shut as he did so.
“Get off me, I am serious. What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” She stared into his face, red with rage.
He slammed her up against the wall, still holding her wrist and breathed across her face. She smelled alcohol and tobacco and winced away.
“Look at me you filthy whore,” he breathed. “You know you want this.”
He was dressed in a business suit but his shirt had become untucked and his tie was undone and dangling around his neck like an untrained boa.
Looking him up and down Sarah began to laugh
“Who in their right mind would want you?” she screamed. “You’re a fucking joke!”
She could almost taste his rage and testosterone as he flipped her around and crushed her breasts against the wall. He pulled off his tie and fastened both of Sarah’s wrists together behind her back. Sarah struggled against the tie trying desperately to free herself. She tried to push him away with her legs, but he was so close to her now that any movement was proving to be difficult. He spun her around to face him and laughed.
“What you gonna do now, bitch?”
Sarah took a deep breath. Despite herself she could feel her pussy tingling with excitement and adrenaline. She looked at him now with the saddest face she could muster, her dark eyes glassy, her lips pouting.
“Please don’t do this…” she whispered.
His face changed as her body relaxed as if in surrender
“Please…” her voice trailed off and a smirk played across his lips.
“Not so fucking cocky now are you?” he sang jubilantly. “Let’s see if you are just all fucking mouth.”
Sarah looked at him again, doe eyed at first but then her eyes glinted with an evil look.
“Peter,” she whispered, then her voice became hard, “I can’t decide what’s going to eat at you the most…sad, mousy little Sarah with the frightened rabbit look, which by the way I can do all night, or the more tried and tested what do you think you’re going do with that? look. Which would you like?”
Anger shook through the whole of Peter’s body as he realised he was yet again being played for a fool. He grabbed at her arm and shoved her so hard that she flew through the door and landed on the floor of the living room. Then he came towards her and started going for his belt.
She scowled. “There’s not a chance in hell I’m letting that come anywhere near me,” she shouted looking towards the firm hard cock that was trying to fight its way from under his trousers. Grinning she added, “Despite the fact that I probably wouldn’t even feel it, should you try!”
She backed away sliding her bottom across the floor. He stood over her and made light work of dragging her to her feet and shoving her over the dining table so that her bottom was facing him. He freed his belt and lashed down at her arse cheeks.
“Please Peter stop, please before you do anything stupid,” she pleaded again softly now.
Again he rained down some more lashes of the belt. In spite of the pain Sarah felt moisture; her pussy became hot and wet and she ground down into the hard table
“Please!” she cried out.
“No!” he shouted. “It’s please sir. Do you want more?” he laughed this time.
Sarah’s heart was beating out of her chest, she’d never felt so excited panting for breath she shouted, “Is that it! For all your threats …” but before she could finish, the belt cracked through the air as he whipped her arse until it was as red as a cherry.
Then she heard what she thought was another crack but this time there was no pain to accompany it. She turned her head to find the source and tried to move away from the table but he was too quick and his hand pushed into the small of her back. His free hand forced her legs open and then he began taping both her legs to the legs of the table. Sarah closed her eyes to try to steady her nerves. He took the belt again but this time he smoothed it over her back, across her bottom and then between her legs, her body began to quiver and she let out a soft moan.
“Got you!” he laughed pleased with himself
“No fucking way,” she shouted
“I’ll just check shall I?” and he placed his fingers lightly across her clit then glided them across the entrance to her pussy. “As I thought…” he laughed again as she moaned.
“Thing is Sarah, I’m gonna make you beg.”
He touched her again and then found her breasts with his other hand. He roughly pulled them free from the cups in the apronand with the force of the movement Sarah’s little electrical toy flew out from its hiding place in the heart shape pocket.
“Well look at what we have here…more fun!”
“No!” she groaned as she heard the little butt plug begin buzzing to life.
Helpless she felt him insert the butt plug into her anus and she knew that was it. Game over. She moaned her body grinding down into the table as, slip slide, his fingers glided deliberately just past the sodden hole of heaven.
“Gonna beg yet?”
“Fuck off!” She tried to take control, think of something else. Washing, ironing, washing, ironing, washing…“Forget it,” the mantra was working, Sarah’s voice took back control. “There’s no way I want your poor excuse for a cock anywhere near me, you’re crap in bed, or so I’ve heard, you stink, you’re ugly, you have all the charm of a rattle snake.” She moaned despite herself, “If you were the last man on earth, I’d rather fuck a dog!”
“Really?” he teased furrowing his eyebrows
“Well, yes!” she asserted not sounding very convincing and then added, “You are the one whose cock is so hard its going to tear your pants open, you’re gonna have to make a move soon before you explode all over yourself! In fact as you’re watching me grind my hips into the table your eyes are all over my arse taking in every detail and you’re drooling down the side of your mouth.”
“Right, that’s it you mouthy little tart!” he shouted. And he moved around to the edge of the table and grabbed her head so that she looked at him.
She briefly flashed him the doe eyed rabbit look but then when she saw how furious he was her eyebrows raised, and a slow smile spread across her face.
“I am going to teach you not to fuck about with me.” Before she could respond he shoved a hanky in her mouth and covered it with tape so she could no longer speak. He returned to the other side of the table and thrashed her hard again with the belt, pushing the anal plug right into the hilt. This time the fingers found the hole and with each movement Sarah’s legs began to quiver, grateful now for the tape that was holding them up. To Sarah’s immense relief he decided he could no longer take any more and his organ thrust straight into Sarah’s soaking pussy. Hard and fast he pumped away as Sarah’s body rippled with orgasm after orgasm. He exploded after a short time and shot his come across Sarah’s back.
“Wear that you horny bitch!” he shouted as he came and then as if to further insult he rubbed it into her bottom with the end of his cock.
Sarah thought she heard him leave them and her body began to gently descend off the ceiling.
She tried to free herself but to no avail but then she heard the sound of her husband coming back home.
“Sarah, Sarah…” he called through the house. Then he began humming
Pissed! She thought as she tried to answer him through the gag. When he came into the room and saw Sarah pinned to the dining table he paused, it was very quiet except for a small buzzing sound which was still coming from the anal plug.
“Mmmm,” he said, “looks like someone’s been having some fun!”
He pulled the tape from Sarah’s mouth and gathered out the hanky.
“Well?” he quizzed raising one eyebrow.
Sarah looked up from the table, her face reddening.
“I’m waiting,” he said.
“Alright,” she said, “you were fucking brilliant…but…”
“But?” he repeated his eyes twinkling brightly
“I didn’t beg.” She grinned
He sighed
“Admittedly this time you didn’t, but you will.” He stroked the top of her thigh
“Do I really stink?” he asked
“Like a brewery,” she laughed.
Originally published November 2010