BDSM Erotica
"A Poor Substitute," a sex story by Shelly Barr
For the third time in as many days, Sandra went straight to her mailbox as soon as she got home. Standing outside her door, keys in hand, she was once again disappointed not to see the long awaited parcel.
She let herself in, catching sight of her reflection in the hallway mirror. At thirty-three, she still looked like a fresh law school graduate. Although she dressed in formal business suits, as suited a senior partner in her firm, she always made sure to pick ones that accentuated her thin waist and curvaceous hips. Perhaps she was one button shy of modest as her large breasts strained against her blouse, but she found a little skin always helped in negotiations with the male partners and clients at work. She was the youngest partner, let alone the only female. It had taken a lot of hard work and a little flirting to get where she was, but she didn’t regret one moment of it.
However, on nights like tonight when all she wanted was a strong man to come home to, to massage her shoulders and relieve her of the pressures of the day, she would always feel a little twinge of regret about working so hard and playing so little.
Sandra was very much alone. She was confident at work, but socially shy and had no idea how to meet a man outside of work. Most of the men she knew were either in a relationship or just not on her radar in terms of attractiveness.
Which is why she had visited that online store two weeks ago. If she couldn’t have a man, at least she felt she deserved a vibrator. Far too shy to go into a store and buy one, she had done her research and picked out the best model she could find online. The website told her she could have expected delivery at least two days ago. Where was her cock?
Sandra was getting anxious. She really didn’t want to have to call to complain that it hadn’t arrived yet. But she was eager to get started in learning how to use it. Every night, she masturbated to a different fantasy. Some involved her seducing one of the temps at work, some involved meeting a stranger at a bar. She fantasized about an intruder having his way with her or calling a repair man to fix her “plumbing.” She even fantasized about other women.
Sandra shrugged her shoulders and started to unzip her skirt. Tonight’s fantasy would need to involve some pretty heavy stuff to get her mind off of work and her missing vibrator.
She poured a glass of wine and started to head up the stairs, making sure to rub her thighs together with each step. Already she could feel the burgeoning wetness in her cleft. She would make tonight’s fantasy extra special with some submission, bondage, and maybe even some spanking thrown in. She started to conjure the ideal man to do all this when suddenly the doorbell rang.
“One second!”she called, as she re-zipped her skirt and straightened her clothes. Wine in hand, she answered the door.
There stood her neighbor, Mr. Robbins. A retired policeman, though he didn’t look old to be. He didn’t look a day over forty, and a well-kept forty at that.
“Mr. Robbins?”she exclaimed. “How are you?”This was the first time he had ever come onto her property. Since she had moved in two years ago, they had exchanged nods and pleasantries over the fence, but that was it.
“I’m fine, Sandra. Please, call me Jake.”
“Sorry, of course, Jake.”
“Am I interrupting anything?” his eye wandered to the glass of wine in her hand and appraised her, obviously taking in her slightly flushed and disheveled look.
“No, no. Just relaxing. Hard day at work. What can I do for you, Jake?”
“I think it’s more what I can do for you,” he replied as he stepped inside her hallway.
“Oh?” said Sandra.
Jake pulled a brown wrapped parcel from behind his back. “This came for you yesterday. It wouldn’t fit in your mailbox so I told the mailman I’d take it for you. I didn’t catch you yesterday. Sorry”
“Oh. Oh. Thanks!”Sandra was probably not doing a great job hiding her excitement.
“Is it something you were expecting?”
“Ummm, yes. Why?”
“Well, a parcel arriving like that, wrapped in brown with no return address, makes me a little suspicious.”
“Oh, no. I’ve been waiting for this.”
“Right. Well, I guess it’s okay then.”
“Thank you…Jake.”
“I think you should let me open it for you.”
“No, no. That’s okay,” Sandra replied, blushing.
She started to turn away to place it on the hall table, when Jake grabbed her hand and held the parcel.
“Maybe you should invite me in.”
“Now’s not really a good time, Jake.”
“It’s good for me. You can stop calling me Jake now. Just say ‘yes Sir’”
“Jake, I don’t understand.”
Jake twisted her arm behind her back. “I said, say ‘yes, sir.’”
“Yes, sir,” Sandra stammered, surprised by this turn of events.
“Invite me in.” He ordered, twisting her arm a little more
“Would you like to come in . . .sir?”
“Yes, Sandra, yes I would. It’s about time you’ve invited me in. Two years you’ve lived here and never invited me over.”
Sandra was about to reply that he had never invited her over either, but she didn’t want to say anything else that might cause him to twist her arm more.
“You’re a big-shot lawyer, aren’t you? The kind that used to eat me up during the cross-exam. But you’re not so big now, are you honey?”
“No…. sir” Sandra replied, wondering how she could get away from him.
“What I don’t understand, though, is why a pretty girl like you spends all her time masturbating instead of fucking a real man.” He grabbed the parcel and tore it open. “Do you think this is a substitute for a real cock, Sandra?”
Sandra turned beet red. How did he know?
“I hear you every night, moaning and wailing as you stick your fingers up your own cunt. That first night, I came over and peeked in the window to make sure you were okay. It sounded like you had been hurt. And you had, hadn’t you? Those moving men showing off their sweaty bodies must have really turned you on, because there you were, slapping your little ass with a hair brush and trying to fuck your bedpost.”
“That’s enough,” Sandra exclaimed. “It’s time you left.”
“Oh, I’m not leaving until I get what I came here for and you get what you’ve been begging for.” With that he swung a pair of handcuffs from his back pocket and deftly grabbed her other arm, cuffing both hands behind her back.
“Kneel down you little slut.”
Sandra tried to scream, but Jake shoved her wineglass to her lips, pouring wine down her throat. “Do I need to gag you too?”
Sandra shook her head.
“I said kneel! Now you say, ‘yes, sir.’”
Sandra did as he said, still feeling frightened and confused, but at the same time realizing that this was like one of her fantasies come to life. The moment she thought that, she felt the heat burning in her pussy. Trickles gathered inside and her nipples immediately came erect.
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It didn’t escape Jake’s notice. With her breasts pushing against her blouse, he could clearly see how aroused she was. He flicked at one nipple, causing her to cry out.
“I knew you’d like this” he murmured throatily. “You like it, don’t you, you little whore.”
“Yes, sir.” Sandra replied, giving herself over to their shared fantasy.
“You want me to fuck you, don’t you?”
“Yes, sir.” She replied again, rubbing her legs together as she felt the lips of her crack swelling and straining against her pantyhose.
“You are a bad girl. A dirty whore. You deserve everything I do to you.”
“Yes sir.”
“Kneel!” He ordered.
Sandra knelt down.
“Look at me,” he ordered again.
She fixed her eyes to his face as he ripped her blouse away. Then he pushed down on her head so that she would watch as he pulled his engorged cock from his pants.
He held the vibrator in front of her, next to his penis.
“Do you really think, THIS,” he said, shaking the flimsy plastic dildo, “could please a little slut like you?”
“No sir,” she replied, seeing how foolish her purchase had been. Next to his swollen, hard cock the vibrator looked like a silly toy.
“Suck it,” he ordered and she stopped for a moment, not sure what he meant: his cock or the dildo?
“Suck it!” he ordered again, grabbing her hair and pushing her face into his crotch.
Sandra took his tumescent cock into her mouth. The salty tang of real cock made her salivate and drool.
“You naught little whore, you like to suck cock!” he said, amazed at her appetite for his dick.
He began to ram his hips against her, shoving it deeper and deeper into her mouth. She started to pull away, but he grabbed her hair again, pulling hard and making her shout.
She opened her mouth wide and let him fuck her mouth. She let him call her names, yelling slut and whore as he came all over her face and down her throat.
She looked up at him and licked her lips when he was done, daring him with her eyes, taunting him to do and give her more. She was disappointed that he had come in her mouth as she had hoped he’d fuck her pussy or maybe even her ass.
“You are one nasty little slut. Come here,” he said, pulling her by the hair over to the couch.
He sat on the couch and stood her in front of him.
That’s when she noticed that he was still erect. His cock leaped up from his lap, shining with her spit and his come.
Her eyes fixed on it with a hungry stare.
“Oh, no. I’m not done with you yet,” he said, seeing her appetite. “Do you really think a little slut like you would get away with just a bit of come in her face? I’ve heard you EVERY night Sandra. Every night you go to your room and fuck yourself, leaving me next door to listen and suffer. You’re a slut and a tease and I’m going to give you something to really scream about.”
He ripped her skirt down over her hips, the zipper scratching her ass as it came away. The sting caused tears in her eyes and she cried out a little.
“See,” he said. That’s just the beginning.”
He forcefully turned her around so she was facing the coffee table.
“Spread your legs,” he growled and she complied.
She couldn’t see what he was doing, but she felt his tongue, licking the blood from where the zipper had scratched her. Next, his hand cupped against her ass, squeezing and lifting. She could hear him breathing heavily and knew he was excited by what he saw. She squirmed a little, bending over and giving him a good view of her gaping ass and the slick wetness of her cunt.
Suddenly, he jabbed something into her pussy. She could feel it cold and hard inside her. It hurt as it slipped pass the tightness, but soon her juices covered it and it slid in easily.
“You are so fucking wet. You little whore.”
It was true. She had never been so wet in her life. She could feel it trickling down her thighs and smell it filling the room with its musk. Her pussy ached, swollen and tight. Her clitoris was hard and swollen and she felt like if she didn’t come soon it would actually explode.
It dawned on her what he had put in her when she heard the faint buzzing and felt the vibrations.
“Really, Sandra. Do you think that’s what a dick feels like? Doesn’t your hot little cunt deserve better than that?”
She had to admit it was true. The vibrator felt good, but not half as good as she imagined his cock would feel: filling her and fucking her.
“You have done a very bad thing. You’re a dirty little whore, masturbating all the time. You’ve teased me for two years, waving hello to me in the day and tormenting me every night with your moaning. And now you’ve disgraced yourself by purchasing this cheap imitation of what you really need.”
“Tell me what you really need, Sandra.”
“Your cock, sir”
“Tell me where, Sandra.”
“I need it in my cunt, sir. I need you to fuck me.”
“Oh, I will. But do you know what else you need, Sandra? A good spanking. You’ve been naughty. And I’m not going to be as gentle with you as you are with yourself.”
With one hand, he shoved the dildo further into her wet pussy, while the other struck a stinging slap to her buttocks.
“You’ve such a nice, round, ass. I’ve plans for this ass.” Jake said.
With that, Sandra couldn’t hold back. She began to howl with the orgasm that tore through her.
“You’re so fucking dirty!” Jake yelled as he appreciatively watched her ass bounce and her cunt tighten on the vibrator.
He continued to slap her ass, spanking her violently as she came. Tears came to her eyes and she screamed louder. The pain was unbearable, but she wanted it so badly.
“Now,” he said. “We’re one for one. But I think it’s my turn.”
With a loud sucking sound, he pulled the dildo from her wet, tight crack.
“I can’t wait to put my cock in your cunt, Sandra. Would you like that?”
Weakened from the orgasm that had just ripped her in two, Sandra couldn’t get the words
out fast enough.
“Don’t worry, whore, I can see from the glistening of your hot little pussy that you need my cock, hard and fast.”
He shoved it into her, sparing nothing and pushed past the tightness that remained from her orgasm.
She felt him hard and hot inside her. His cock felt like it was ripping a new hole to fuck her through. If she had known her neighbor was hung like a horse, she would’ve written him in to some of her fantasies. But nothing she had imagined came even close to what was happening to her now.
Jake pushed forward against her, throwing her body against the coffee table. Her breasts were pressed up against the table as he leaned on her back. He stopped pushing and reached forward, grabbing a tit in each hand. He squeezed and twisted as he shoved his cock even further into her.
His balls banged against her thighs and his stomach pressed against her red and smarting ass.
“Scream, baby, moan,” Jake whispered into her ear.
She let it all loose, screaming with wild abandon as he fucked her so violently she saw stars. He had pushed her so far onto the table and spread her legs so wide, that her clit was rubbing against the antique wood with every shove from behind.
She came again and again, losing track of how many times her pussy tightened and throbbed against him. She felt disoriented and high with the pure sexual energy flowing through her and had no idea what Jake was doing when he stopped fucking her. She could tell he hadn’t come yet because she could feel his cock hard and hot against her thigh.
“At least this piece of crap is good for one thing,” Jake said, bending down to pick up the vibrator from the floor where he had thrown it.
He shoved it in and out of her pussy a few times, lubricating it. She was so sore from the fucking Jake had given her that each pass was like a hot poker stabbing into her.
“Do you know what I’m going to do with this?” he asked.
Sandra bit her lip and shook her head, incapable of speech.
“You’re about to find out,” he said.
He shoved his cock back into her, pulling her against him with one hand. The other hand rested at the top of her ass and as he began to slowly fuck her all over again, his thumb began to massage against her hole. He stuck two fingers into her wet pussy along with his cock, then she felt him massaging her anus with his pussy-dripping digits.
Once he had her ass relaxed and ready, he took the wet vibrator, laden with her pussy juices and teased it against her anus.
“Tell me you want it,” he ordered.
“Please,” Sandra whined.
“Please what, slut?”
“Please, sir. Please. Please. Please.” She moaned over and over again.
“What do you want me to do?”
“I want you to fuck me. I want you to shove that in my ass and fuck both my holes. I need you to do it now!” she screamed.
His hand slammed down on her ass, hard and stinging.
“I give the orders, not you.”
“Yes, sir,” she replied. “Please can you fuck me. Please, sir? I’m a dirty whore and I need it.”
“Just what I wanted to hear,” Jake replied as he shoved his cock in her cunt and her vibrator into her shaking ass.
Within seconds, she was coming again. He flicked on the vibrator and she could feel his cock banging against her as he simultaneously fucked both her holes. Her clit was still rubbing against the table and with his free hand he was teasing and pulling at her nipples.
Finally, after she had screamed herself hoarse and felt as if her body had been fucked into half, she felt him shudder. He slapped her ass as he came, pulling out at the last minute and watching his jizz spray all over her ass, back and even her hair.
He roughly pulled the vibrator from her ass and flung it across the room.
“If you get anymore little brown packages, I’ll have to teach you an even tougher lesson,” he told her as he wiped his penis in her hair.
“Yes, sir,” she replied, wondering what she could order next to prompt another late night visit.
Originally published December 2010