The Guest

"Four." I cry out.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

"Five. Six. Seven." I cry feeling my ass burning from the swats.

"Three to go. Or should I end it with one more?"

"Just one more. Please. Just one more. It hurts so much." I whimper.

"I tell you what my precious flower... Three more on that perfect ass, or one on the ass, and one on each breast? You decide."

I could barely hear him over my sobs, but I heard enough. I think for a moment feeling my ass burning. I decide that my chest could take one hit on each side better than my already sore ass.

"One more please. No more." I answer.

He hauls back, and I feel the belt crack hard across my ass. It feels like it took the skin off with it as it run over both cheeks. I recoil in pain. My body shakes uncontrollably trying to ease the sting. My ass clench tight as the pain burns deep.

"On you knees facing me, and grab your ankles behind you." He orders after I regain my composure.

I do as he orders, and I can see why he wants me like this. My shoulders are back and my back is arched shoving my chest out offering my breasts to him. I close my eyes as he stand beside me holding the belt. Then I feel it. The strap lands right across my right nipple. The pain is intense, but I have to endure.

"Nine." I manage to whimper.

Then it cuts across my left nipple finishing my punishment as I moan, "Ten." Through my clenched teeth.

"Good girl. You took that like a champ. Now lean back and spread your legs."

I do as he says, and he snaps a few pictures up close of my crotch.

"You are so wet right now that it's literally dripping out of you. All that from a short spanking. Did that turn you on?"

"Yes." I admit shamefully.

"I'm glad to hear it. It's almost time for you to go to work now. This have been a very good day. Don't you think?"

"I guess."

"Do you need more swats?"

"No. I mean that this is a good day."

I get ready for work with him watching me shower and dress. Then I leave feeling the fabric of the bra against my nipples making them poke out even harder. When I return my husband and Greg are both up yet talking, and they both greet me. My husband with a kiss and hug, and Greg with a secretive pat on the sore ass making me whimper slightly. I sit on the couch so I can rest on my hip rather than my ass for obvious reasons.

"Greg told me that he may have a place lined up." My husband says to me.

"That's great. When are you moving?"

"I'll find out for sure in the next few days, but I'm hoping to be out of your hair within a month. If you'll have me until then?"

"You're here so you may as well stay until you have a place." I hear myself saying.

"Music to my ears. You are the wonderful angel Bob says you are. And I think he's holding back. I think you're better than he lets on." Greg says doting,

"Hold up there killer. She's married." My hubby laughs.

"Well, when you don't want her send her my way. I could always use an angel in my life." He laughs in return.

We sit for an hour or so chatting. Greg tells up about the place he found, and then I have to get to bed. The next day as soon as everyone leaves Greg orders me to strip so he can shave me. He doesn't touch me sexually, but his being down there is enough to get my motor running. About a week later he tells us that he didn't get the place, but he's still looking. That day when everyone leaves I strip as usual, and he shaves me. Then he tells me to touch myself. I watch as he records on his phone. My hands dive right down feeling to hairless folds that are so wet and hot.

My back arches as I touch my clit, and then even more as my finger finds it's way into me. I rub and finger myself hard bringing myself so close to orgasm before he stops me. He stands up showing me his very erect dick. Then he takes my wet fingers wrapping them around his shaft. I stroke it slowly revelling in the moment. After a minute or two he pulls my head closer until I take him in my mouth. I can taste myself and his pre cum on his dick while I rub his hairy sack. He holds my head fucking my mouth gagging me as he shove it all the way in.

"You can take it. I know you can. You can take every inch. Now suck me like a good girl."

After a bit my throat does relax, and I am taking all of him. He fucks my face harder and harder, and I'm loving the way he's getting off on it. It's not long before he begins to groan and tense. Then he pulls out of my mouth squirting his nut all over my chin and chest. Then he shoves it back in making me suck the last drops out.

"You never cease to amaze me Michele." He says sitting beside me on the couch.

I sit there waiting instructions, but he just snaps a few picture before turning on the TV. I stare at him wondering what is going on as his semen dries all over me. After a half hour he finally says something.

"Go get my laptop, and turn it on for me."

I do as he says, and it starts in a strange web site that I've never seen before.

"Is the white light on top on?"

"Yes."

"Good. Then say hello."

"Um.. Hi."

Then I see a chat box on the bottom with a lot of different users typing faster than I can read. Most say nice tits, or something like that. The rest just say hi or hello. then the laptop dings, and Greg sits up.

"Show them your pussy. They just tipped you."

"What? What is all this?"

"Show some cunt already." He says getting angry.

I move the laptop down until I can see myself in the small monitor screen on the site.

"Spread it for them."

I do as he says.

The computer dings over and over until he holds it in front of me giving them the full frontal view of me.

"Lift your legs so they can see you asshole."

I comply.

"Spread it wide."

I again comply.

"Lick your finger and shove it up your ass."

I pause wondering if I heard him right.

"Now, or shove it in there dry."

I lick my right middle finger making it as wet as possible before working it into my tight asshole. I feel the muscle clench tightly around it, and I can feel how hot the inside feels.

"Fuck it."

I work my finger in and out. It feels so strange, but in a nice way.

"Add another finger." He commands.

My ass is so swampy from my crotch that I just push my pointer finger in with my middle finger. I feel my muscle stretching, but also clenching as it holds tight to my fingers. The computer dings once more before I told to add a third finger. It's a strain, but somehow I manage to get my ring finger into my ass as well. My muscle feels like it going to tear in two, but it's more of a discomfort than a pain. He has me fuck my fingers for a few minutes before taking the laptop away.

"Very good girl. You made me a hundred bucks. Not bad for your first show. You should get dressed. We're going out for lunch."

He tosses me my clothes, and I go up to my room to change. I barely walk into the room before he sits on the bed watching me. He okays things as I go through my closet. By the time I finish he has me wearing a black shirt with a deep plunging neckline that's outlined in lace, and a red skirt that I should have donated years ago since I could barely get it over my ass. He doesn't allow me any underwear which feels uncomfortable. He drives me out of town to a small dive looking place.

"It looks like hell, but they have great food." He says seeing the concern on my face. "Trust me. You'll be fine."

I timidly follow him in, and the eyes immediately fix on me. The place is fairly crowded for a small place. There's about fifteen tables set up in the back behind a bar. The host/ bartender seats us handing us menus. I look mine over, and order a burger and fries. Greg orders hot wings. All the men around us are staring at me, and the women are scoffing. I've honestly never dressed this revealing in public before, and I'm sure they're all talking about me. The food comes fast, and it's good. I just can't eat much since I feel so uneasy.

"Eat. That's why we're here."

"I'm not really that hungry, and I did eat some."

"You're being sassy again. Stop worrying about what other think, and relax. You're beautiful, and you're sexy. They're just jealous."

"I'm full. Really."

"Come closer." He commands.

I slide my chair right beside his. I'm facing a table of four older men who are really staring at me now. To my left is a table with two men in their thirties who keep staring.

"Are you really full?" He asks.

"Yes."

"I don't believe you are. I bet you have room inside of you."

"No. I'm ready to burst."

"I want you to prove to me that you're really that full. Will you do that?"

"Sure. How can I do that?"

He hands me a chicken wing covered in hot sauce with that evil grin.

"Don't be afraid. It's boneless."

I just look at him confused.

"Shove this in your cunt now, or I'll paddle your bare ass right here in front of everyone." He snarls scaring me.

I grab the wing, and open my legs as I lower it down. I see the men staring at me intently. One even begins to record me. My skirt rides up as my legs open, and I feel the warmth of the wing as it touches my labia. I push it in as fast as I can clamping my legs closed while I tug down my skirt. The burn slowly begins to build inside of me. I clench my teeth enduring it in sush a sensitive place. My legs begin to shake as the burning intensifies.

"You sit there until I'm done, and then if you're good enough I'll take it out in the car."

I watch as he slowly eats his meal, and then we wait an eternity for the bill. My crotch is on fire, and my eyes are watering from the agony. I somehow manage to walk to the car before he lays me back over the hood. My crotch facing the passing highway he spreads me wide. I don't care. I just want it out. I feel his finger slip into me, and then feel the blockage expel. The burning continues though.

"Do you want me to lick that out of there, or leave the sauce?"

"Please. I moan. "It burns so bad."

"That's not an answer."

"Lick it. Please lick my pussy. It hurts so much."

When his lips engulf my clit I moan loud. His tongue dives deep into my vagina lapping out the sauce. The burning begins to quell, but the fire in my loins grows. I grab his hair pulling his face tighter as my hips rock towards orgasm. I feel his finger slip into my asshole, but it just adds to the pleasure. I ride his finger and tongue so good. I feel my orgasm almost on me, but he stops just before I finish leaving me rocking in the air trying to hump some unseen force for a finish.

"All clean. You taste good too. Much better than the hot sauce. Let's go."

He gets in starting the car. I stumble around climbing in as well. I see a group of men standing there watching as we pull away. I wonder how much they saw. We make it back in time for me to leave for work. I feel dirty and grimy. His cum still crusty on my chest, and his slobber dried to my legs. I change shirts and skirts into something more work appropriate before leaving.

The next day I hug my family good bye, and then I strip naked handing him the shaving supplies. He shaves me, and then tells me that he's going to accompany me with my errands. We return in time for me to go to work. Every day is the same. They leave, he shaves me, and then it's life as usual. Until a couple of weeks later he announces that he found another place, and hell be moving at the end of the month. He says that changing shifts at work has helped him make more so he could look at a broader spectrum of places. My husband and I congratulate him, and my husband says that we should celebrate. I'm told to go mix some drinks, but Greg does it instead.

It's not long before my hubby is wasted. He can barely talk let alone form a sentence. I'm still rather sober since I drink slow. Greg seems to be sober as well. He smirks at me when my husband hands him his empty glass.

"Come. Let's make him another." Greg tells me.

I follow him into the kitchen where he sets the glass on the counter.

"He's wasted." Greg whispers.

"How strong are you making those?"

"Not very. Are you happy for me?"

"Of course. Why wouldn't I be?"

"Are you going to visit me?"

"Probably."

"I want to fuck you. Right here. Right now."

"No. We can't he's right there." I say feeling my crotch heat up and moisten. "Besides that what about the kids?"

"They're sleeping. He's too drunk to know any better. Turn around. Lean into the pass through."

I do as he says resting my arms on the shelf of the pass through between the kitchen and dining room. I can see my husband sitting there passing out. My jeans unbutton, and then unzip. I feel my underwear drop with my pants right to my ankles. He kicks my feet apart while my husband asks where his drink is.

"It's coooming." I say as Greg slips balls deep into my anxious pussy.

"Well, Hurry it up. I'm thirsty." He replies as Greg begins to pound me from behind.

I bite my finger to keep from moaning. His hard cock feels so good inside of me. I feel his hands reach under my shirt pulling my bra up over my boobs and he begins pinching my nipples. It's like heaven.

"What the hell. Where's my drink?"

"Cooommming." I moan as I orgasm all over Greg's thrusting dick.

I barely finish before my husband begins to get up complaining about his drink. Greg pulls out quick, and I yank up my pants fastening them just in time.

"Just skip it. I'm going to bed." He says before staggering up to the bedroom.

We look at each other before laughing at our close call. He leads me out to the living room where we sit on the couch next to each other.

"I'm not done yet. Take your pants off."

I reluctantly slip them off with my underwear while he stands next to me.

"Lay down." I lay, and he spreads my legs.

I soon have my right foot on the floor, and my left foot over the back of the couch. Greg kneels between my legs after he slips his pants down freeing his still very erect cock.

"Do you want this?"

"Fuck me." I answer.

"With pleasure." He says plunging into me.

I clench my teeth trying not to moan too loud. His hips slamming into me aren't the quietest either. The springs squeak with each thrust adding to the noise. He lifts my legs high while leaning over me kissing me passionately. I feel his cock delve deeper as he grinds it into me. His body grinding against my clit driving me wild with lust. I soon give in to the sexual frenzy as an orgasm once more takes me. My moans silenced by his mouth against mine. He fucks me deep until the last waves escapes me.

"I love being inside you. Your pussy is so soft and warm. So inviting. I could fuck you for hours."

I rock my hips fucking him in return as I says, "We don't have hours today."

"Damn girl. If you keep doing that you won't have to worry."

"Just remember to pull out. I'm not on anything."

He kisses me without answering, and fucks me harder. The couch squeaks and our skin slaps. I hear the wet sounds of sex echoing through the room.

"You know the difference between me and this couch?" He asks after a few minutes of pummelling my vagina.

"No."

"It pulls out." He answer as he slams deep into me holding still.

I feel his cock throbbing deep in me, and I can feel the heat growing as it throbs.

"Don't move." He orders me.

I just lay there as he pulls back before slamming deep once more. The hot spot inside of me grows more and more. I feel my insides overheating as his cock throbs non stop. After about a minute he begins to slowly fuck me again. I can hear the slime as it's pumped by his cock. Then he pulls it out hanging it over my face as he stands there staring at me.

He grabs his phone snapping pictures of my well fucked pussy that I'm sure is leaking his cum, and then he looks at me through the camera.

"Clean it like a good girl." He orders.

I see the white slime covering it's shrinking skin, and I see the drip forming at the tip as the last cum leaks out. He grabs my head, and I sit up taking him into my mouth. It tastes sour and bitter, but yet sweet and good all at the same time. He lets me suck it clean at my own pace before sitting beside me.

"I still want that ass." He tells me.

"And I'm sure you're going to take it too."

"Let's get some sleep." He says pulling out the couch.

"Good night." I say stepping to the stairs.

"No. You're sleeping with me tonight."

"What?"

"You heard me. Now lay down."

I lay in the bed, and he lays behind me spooning me. I feel his dick pressing against my ass while his hand is firmly grasping my left boob. He is soon snoring, and I just lay there waiting for someone to catch us like this. Thankfully nobody does, and I'm up before them all. I get dressed quick, and make breakfast with an added skip in my step. Greg and the family eat before my husband and kids head out the door.

They aren't even out of the driveway before Greg is pulling my shirt up over my head. He's acting like a horny teenager as he fumbles at my clothes. I feel very out of place standing there in the window letting him strip me. I step to the side. He stops, and looks at me like he's pissed.

"Get you fat ass back in front of that window!"

I'm shocked and scared so I do as he commands. He soon has me naked standing there as the morning traffic drives by.

"Finger your cunt." He commands.

I do as he says feeling the slimy cum still leaking from me. I pinch my nipples and caress my breasts with my left hand while I stroke my clit with my right. I watch out to see a car stop on the corner facing the house. I can see someone inside just sitting there. Soon another car stops right in front of the house. Then another right behind that one. I can see the men inside watching me. It turns me on so much knowing that they are liking what they see. I can see the two in front of the house playing with themselves as the enjoy the show.

I see the last one jerking around as though he's finishing, and that's all it takes to bring me over the edge. I moan loudly not caring if anyone hears as the waves rip through me. My legs shake try to support me as I hold myself tight in orgasm. Then I see the other guy jerking around. I know he's finished.

"Lick your fingers." He commands from the side.

I do as he says, and with a smile. The cars all drive off, and I'm allowed to finally step back from the window.

"You are such a good little slut." He says as he kisses my lips.

"Thank you."

"Let's get rid of those nasty little pickers you have growing down there."

I go to the bathroom returning with the shaving stuff. He smiles at me, and takes just the razor.

"Last night you did want to stay with me, did you?"

"No. It was a huge risk."

"A risk? Who do you belong to?" He laughs.

"What if one of the kids came down?"

"You are mine bitch! Don't ever forget that. You will do as I say when I say it! Understand?"

"Yes." I answer wondering where all his anger is coming from.

"Yes what? And you better answer me properly."

"Yes.. sir?"

"Much better. Now Let's get dressed. I'm going to show you our new place on our way."

I'm stunned. He isn't shaving me, and he wants to show me his place after yelling at me? We go up to the bedroom where he again picks out my clothes. This time he picks some old pink spandex pants that are lace all the way up the sides about four inches thick, and a sheer white blouse that zips up the front that also has lace sides. Only it's most of the sides, and see through. Again no underwear.

We head out stright to his new apartment. It's right across from his and my husband's work. We go in, and I see that it's a studio style with one bathroom tucked in the back corner. The only thing seperating the kitchen from anything else is a small waist high divider wall. It's not much.

"I'm moving in in a few days. You are going to visit, right?"

"Yes, sir."