Proper Marriage 4 - Peeping Tom

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The category could also be Mind Control, Loving Wives, Fetish. There's also some subtle lesbian nuance in the air.

If you're sensitive about female domination, degraded male, domestic violence, infidelity, cheating spouses, cuckoldry; this story is not for you.

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All characters are fictional and over 18.

Peeping Tom

"Who is she Tom? What's her problem?"

"Next door psycho. I try to stay far from her but she makes up excuses to come and bark at me."

"It was frightening."

"Right? She probably takes her anger out of that wimp of a husband of hers."

"Poor guy."

"Yeah, poor guy."

Watching that Victoria witch walk back to her house mumbling her insults, how can I say that I'd gladly swap places with him for a few days?

This girl with all the questions, Alice, is from a firm I do business all the time. I check her incredible body, and then look at her red cheeks. She's still looking at the crazy, in panic.

She's just one of many chicks I'm boning time to time. One of my favorites.

And, I don't want her to suspect. That I have some curious, strange attraction for that strange neighbor woman's aggro attitudes towards me.

I can't calculate the impact of such a gossip about me if it spreads around. My reputation can get a hit.

How can I tell Alice that she was fucked in a phenomenal way short time ago, mostly for Victoria's appreciation, rather than hers?

I bring a few of her colleagues home, as well as other hotties from our work circles.

Probably most of them know about each other but they never gossip about me. Not anymore, at least.

Because they learned that's not to their benefit.

Not that it would make them look bad. I'm guessing it's just the opposite. Those business women are like men in the TV series 'Mad Men'. There's only one nuance, I'm not like the women in that series. I don't have morals; I'd love if they talked about how they bedded me the night before.

I have no doubt that they proudly see themselves as members of 'Tom Shag Club'. They're not the type to call that club 'Tom's Concubines Club'. To some of them, I'm their slut. To me, they're my leisure partners. I love everything about them. Not just how they take care of their bodies, skin or how they dress or smell.

I don't show, but they get hotter when they are talking about their plans on ousting another one of my hotties at their office. Maybe they know I'm sleeping with her too. Maybe they are telling me those on purpose.

Something in that feminine ruthless wickedness lures me.

Especially about other women. To see how they are comfortably keen on ruining someone's career. And, most of the time, I don't see a gain for them. It's almost just because they don't like her. As if they will have fun doing that. This is such a turn on for me.

Unfortunately they are always sweet on me. Maybe it's because of me and the profile they see about me. In bed, they want me to be the boss. Out of the bed, some of them rule my world and they can ruin my career with a snap of their fingers. See? I keep myself protected by dominating them in my bed.

Anyway, about them being careful not to gossip...

They don't gossip. Because, they all know how the first few girls who gossiped about me ended up sharing me with other new interested parties.

Yeah, I'm good in bed.

I have style out of bed. They can't stay away from me. I guess one or two of them could be frigid, just acting like they enjoy sex. Why are they bothering to come to me? Told, you, it's like a club. It's important for some of them.

Almost half of my visitors are married.

I find that hot too. Very hot.

To me, in a way, this falls within the same region. Knowing that they are again ruthlessly, cheating on their husbands with me. How wicked is that, right? Who doesn't get turned on by their selfishness?

Still, my kink cannot feed from those married women. I just adore their cruelty. They aren't ruthless against me, just the opposite. They are the most submissive ones in my bed. They are the ones who make me feel like I'm doing them a favor, for letting them sample my cock and skills.

One of them even tried to get pregnant hugging me with her arms and legs. She's one of the managers in my building, someone everyone adored. A sweet, petite, dark haired, blue-eyed beauty. Nobody would believe that she was saying "Put your baby in me, I want my baby to look like you, not Henry, please..."

I knew Henry. She was right to think like that. But, it was stupid. I told her I wouldn't do it.

She didn't listen and did her best, keeping me in her arms, fucking me like crazy under me.

Little did she know that I could hold it forever.

When she finally gave up, she ended up taking it up in the ass. I laughed afterwards, thinking, if she managed to collect my semen from her ass to smear it in her cunt and get pregnant like that, it might be a shitty child, instead of looking like me. Her husband's problem, not mine.

What I'm trying to say is, their husbands live in the fantasy I'd like to sample. Instead of admiring their cruelty as a bystander like me.

Of course, they live in it permanently, in a pathetic way. I just watch them taking my cock, begging me, fueling my thoughts about their selfish nature; I get myself aroused even more this way. I try to put myself in both the bull's shoes and the husband's. That's all I can do.

But, my situation evolved to something a bit worse than that. Lately, I realized that some screws are missing in my head, apparently.

Those model-like business bitches who come in various shapes and colors don't cut me.

Not that it would be hard for me to get what I am itching for. I mean, from them.

I bet half of them would not hesitate to put a leash on my neck and show off, bragging to others about how they made me their pussy slave, puppet or bitch.

Lately, just thinking about this gives me a hard on. Not only the domination part. Fantasizing about how they could ruin my reputation also started to be a great turn-on. The idea of such a humiliation sounds hot too.

But I can't, it's my work environment and that half-macho half-Casanova cool facade is part of my career and business plans.

I'm not bad at what I do, professionally. But I'm not 'that' good. I wouldn't be in my position if I only had my focus at work.

I get what I want most of the time, using my people skills.

Not just from women.

Women's vulnerability to me or interest in me makes me intimidating to guys as well. Instead of opposing me, most of them prefer to be 'bros' with me. That's how it works. Some even replenish from the friends of girls who target me. If I were in their shoes, I'd want to get along with me too.

That's not an act, that's who I am.

I am that new generation alpha in corporate world. A type of alpha, let's say. It's what life made me. In another line of work, I'd probably be one of those misogynistic bullies; I would adapt and shape accordingly.

I like the game of business and I learned what moves me higher. Women hold a great portion of power in my sector, so...

Anyway. In my core, I didn't know a conflicting 'me' existed. I always enjoyed powerful women around me. I liked to work with dominant, cut-throat bitches, even if I didn't show how they make my blood run faster in my veins.

But that was it. Nothing very complicated.

I didn't have deep fantasies or an inclination to seek for opportunities in that path. These women liked to walk over everyone at work and they wanted to be tamed in bed. It was for my benefit to give them what they wanted. I liked to tame them and it was satisfactory as hell.

Until I met that different version of a female.

I still remember that first time. I'm not still sure what it was about. But that was the first welcome visit from this neighborhood about a few weeks after I moved in this house.

I heard someone knocking loudly on my door and when I opened the door, she, with just a long t-shirt on her, started asking questions to me. Who I was, where the owner of this - my - house was etc.

I tried to tell her I just moved in but she didn't seem like she was convinced. I have no idea what triggered her to target me. Maybe she didn't like to see the girls come and go.

I closed the door behind her and opened it again when I heard some noises. She was looking in my trash can like a lunatic.

I was very intimidated to realize that this young neighbor of mine was not right in the head.

I first thought she was one of those 'Karen' type ladies, who terrorize their neighborhood in their own ways. With all their annoying, entitled attitudes. But I knew there was more to that.

Her husband tried to calm her down and got scolded big time. She was cursing at me and at him simultaneously. When she stepped towards him, he stopped talking. I remember thinking 'I bet she beats him at home'.

They left my garden, I closed the door.

My heart pumping, my mind racing out of anger and fear, I regretted choosing this house over the other two alternatives. She could turn my life to hell. But she had fine legs.

About a week later, the next time she came to my house, at one point she tried to punch me and if it wasn't for her husband, she seemed like she was positive about beating me up. She had no doubt, obviously. I'm not a wimp like her husband but I couldn't be sure if I would get away without getting hurt.

As they left, I stood in my doorstep and watched them. I watched both of them. She was ecstatic and the guy was trying to calm her. When she looked at me one more time before entering her house, I felt my erection. I didn't read into it. It had to be about her legs, I could guess.

That day I should have understood there was something wrong with me.

Because when I closed the door, I had a full hardon and I remained in a semi-aroused mood for more than an hour.

She managed to ruin my peace, making me feel insecure about my next door neighbor. I was feeling a bit threatened and uneasy when they left.

But I was still having this weird excitement, which reminded me of my fantasies. Definitely not in a mild way, though.

Finally, I found myself masturbating, thinking of her.

Those troubling feelings were still with me, before and after that masturbation, but this didn't stop me.

I didn't think of anything specific, I didn't have a fantasy or a plot in my mind when I was stroking myself.

I had her legs in my mind when I closed my eyes but no, that wasn't all. I just thought about what just happened. And her fierce eyes. The eyes which were looking at me in a very determined way, clearly committed on crushing me.

That was something I wasn't used to. My girls know how to 'act' in their courtship. Or, in any meeting. Even in their most assertive moments, they have their style.

When Victoria was looking in my eyes like that, I felt insecure like never before. That doesn't happen in my world. Like a wild animal, she had no restraints in her mind; she could do anything she chose. I never felt that sort of a barrier-free encounter, it was almost intimate.

Not right away but in time, I got a weird tendency.

Started with those erections every time she came to my door. Just because of her threatening ways.

Then something else was added to my deviant thoughts. The more entitled she acted, the more arousing these visits were. She had that new impact on me. She was always wrong but I always felt the urge to tell her she was right.

In time, this turned to some sort of itch, a desire to apologize to her when she was violating my rights, with her unbased reasons.

It didn't stop there. Like any stimulating trigger, I needed more. And my perverted desires amplified to an unhealthy level.

Apparently, the thought of being crushed by her was turning me on. I couldn't imagine what that somewhat delicate crazy girl would do to me if she got her claws on me. Probably nothing sexy, probably things I would not recover from easily. But it stuck with me.

Normally, seeing her husband's troubled expressions would put some sense in most people's minds.

When I looked at him, it didn't remind me of an alternative way of life, where this was his choice. Like those couples with matching tendencies, who find each other and live happily ever after.

It felt like a hostage or a hostile takeover situation. In time, I realized that this was what lured me the most.

As a result, anytime she came to me, I developed an urge to provoke her in a subtle way. And, I got a hunch that this game of mine was being reciprocated.

Not like she fancied me.

But I had a suspicion that her expression matched the missing part of my puzzle piece.

I was getting horny as I was aware that things could get ugly any minute and I could swear that she was having some sort of a turn-on in our quarrels, in proportion with her increasing will to destroy me.

I had no idea if her arousal was towards me or not. She looked like she neither fancied me nor had any promising ideas about me.

This stayed in my mind as a fantasy, a hopeful prediction for a period, until I saw them one day.

Right after she attacked me again, tripping my trash can on her way home, swearing at me.

Their bedroom window was open and I heard 'poor' Kevin's pleas for her to calm down. Just before I heard those slap-like sounds and his silent moans, accompanied with her short-breathed hissing speech. I didn't hear what she was saying but that was the day I realized she was taking her anger out of him.

And, when I was thinking of intervening, I found myself upstairs trying to see if it was that serious. Ok, that wasn't the only reason. I wanted to learn what I was trying to fantasize about.

And, it was that serious.

I could see him bent backwards on the bed. The crazy vixen was straddling him and slapping his face without stopping.

For a reason, she looked even angrier than she was with me. At that point I wasn't aware if I had a hardon or not. I was worried for the guy, so, even if that sight was making me horny, I didn't register that.

Until she stood up on the bed, lifted her t-shirt, lowered the shorts - I thought she wasn't wearing anything under the t-shirt - and straddled his face.

I had never seen or fantasized anything like that before. Even when I was masturbating, thinking about being in her presence, in some sort of a masochistic and submissive mood.

I was right. Probably.

She had some sort of an arousal when she was arguing with me, she got angrier at home as she started to physically molest that fool and got horny enough to collect her satisfaction.

In front of my eyes, she beat him until he stopped resisting and she was making him pleasure her obediently.

This looked like a criminal activity, maybe this was the textbook definition of domestic violence.

If someone wrote on the social media "I got beat up by my spouse for ten minutes, before being forced to sex", without stating genders, everyone would tag the police department to seek help for the victim. Everyone would assume that the victim was a woman, probably. I would. It looked like he was the poor wife there.

Even if he revealed that he was a man, half of the people still would try and help him. Besides the other half mocking him.

And, that day, I was wanking, watching her psycho buttocks slowly move over his neck, feeding her cunt to his mouth as she held his hair and kept insulting him.

That day, something got broken in me. I still remained a 'well-functioning' sex partner in bed with my chicks and I had no problem with that.

But that neighbor created a void in me. Some desire, turning into some sort of a life-goal. Something I needed to experience in my life. I wanted to experience what that loser had.

Every time she barks in my face, I get an instant erection. And, lately, I am having trouble to provoke her. Most of the time, she puts me in my place and I just listen. Because I want to be put in my place by her.

I spend most of my at-home time peeking at their house, hoping to see some action.

As if their routines weren't enough, lately they introduced a different ceremony in their unorthodox marriage.

Last Thursday, I took the day off and I was playing my guitar downstairs. I noticed some movement in their kitchen and I started to peep. The glass kitchen door and the sun shining on her were letting me see it all. She was in her office outfit and looked different. I almost never saw her like that, since I go to work early and return late.

The appearance was no different than my girls but knowing her, she made my girls look lame. There were better looking ones in my shortlist of booty calls. But none of them had what she had. Seeing her like that made me desire her even more.

Anyway.

That day was interesting.

It looked like he was questioning her and she was silently listening to him and giving short answers in a very calm way.

For a second, I wondered if he wasn't really a wimp. Maybe he wanted her to act this way. Or, that was a shared fantasy of them.

If that had been the case, I'd say he was living the dream.

Especially if he had that panic button in his pocket, to take a time out when needed.

I realized I was overreaching, when he knelt down and started to crawl to her. I felt my heart jump and my cock push through my pants when I saw him bow down and kiss her foot. She was standing like a goddess and he looked like he was...

I had no idea. Apologizing? Thanking? Begging? For? Not to leave him? Not to beat him?

Man, their relationship looked so colorful at that moment.

And, when I was thinking about jerking off to that sight, she looked my way. I couldn't be sure if she noticed me.

I froze when I understood she was looking at me.

She didn't even blink. I stood there watching, she kept looking at me. While her husband was kissing her feet and probably telling things to her.

As if she was making her point. Telling me to behave, otherwise...

Something in my broken mind was telling me that this was my cue.

An opportunity to show her what impact she has on me. To let her know that I am vulnerable to her. That I was interested in any game she would want to play with me.

And, like a pervert, I slowly lowered my shorts and boxers, showed her my assets. Looking in her eyes, I started to stroke my cock, which is appreciated by most of the girls I bring here. They love it, telling me that it's sexy with its girth. Most of them like it thick, I guess.

So, I was hoping that she could find it appealing. Maybe she would keep the molesting part short on me, to get on my chubby tool. I wished she molested me too.

I stepped forward, making sure she could see it. I was proudly but timidly displaying my member under the same sunlight that shined on her nylon legs and feet.

She didn't react; she kept watching me as her husband was crawling at her feet. It looked like she was evaluating my merchandise. I wasn't sure but in my mind, she was gladly enjoying to see how her reign was spreading to the next house as well. Two men showing her that they were susceptible to her charm. At the same time.

Before I could cum, she stopped looking at me and started talking to the wimp. She didn't look at me again, as if she forgot me.

In a few minutes, she walked to the other room, him following her on his knees. I couldn't see the rest of their actions but it wasn't hard to assume that it was hot as hell, seeing how it started.

Then, I felt ashamed, realizing the situation I put myself in.

What if she thought I was insulting her? For a second, I feared that she could come to my house with a gun in her hand, for flashing her. She was that unstable.

But, since that day, I keep finding her staring at me when I'm home.

And, since that day, she came to my house only once, today.

It wasn't a coincidence, but I wasn't expecting her to.

Alice was the reason, at least partially. Maybe she wasn't planning to come, if I behaved. But I didn't. She saw things and I guess she couldn't stay there when she saw her like that and...

What? Got jealous? I don't think so.

I guess it was something else. The way she looked at me when she was leaving, I felt like incredible chances could be waiting for me in the horizon.

After Alice arrived and after we finished the chit-chat and cocktail episode, I held her hand and escorted her to my bedroom upstairs. This wasn't the first time she visited my house but she didn't put out every time. In her first visit, probably she thought that leaving me with a boner after kissing me passionately would give her a special slot among my sluts.

She could be right, five years ago. But I didn't have a special slot for anyone these days, so, she called me again after waiting for me to call her, to no avail. Seriously, if that beauty did that to me five years ago, I'd chase her until I found myself with a ring on my finger. She's far more beautiful than any other girl I see.

Anyway, when she was taking off her dress, I remembered that Kevin wasn't home. She dropped him somewhere and returned home alone that afternoon. He was probably out of town. Not that it mattered; I wouldn't have cared less about him.

I opened my bedroom window. My actions weren't pre-planned for the night. I didn't have an agenda to get Victoria's attention.

But probably, I was hoping that Alice's screams and moans would be heard by Victoria. Maybe that was the reason I gave it to Alice like that. After opening my windows. For weeks, I seeked her attention.

In a way, I wanted to display some intriguing action to her, to prove her that I knew how to use my thick tool. That I would pleasure her in the best way after she put me in my place. I don't know.

I couldn't see her in the windows but I had a hunch that she heard us. My eyes were constantly searching for her there.

And, hoping that she was watching us in the darkness of her bedroom, I hugged Alice and fucked her standing, bouncing her on my lap, in front of my window. Hoping that, if she saw how wild Alice got there, she would want to be on my lap too.

Finally, for a few short seconds, she appeared there. Without any expression, she watched us. Maybe she wanted me to see her too, stepping into the illumination of the street light.

Maybe her hand was caressing her pussy as she was watching me, I don't know. All I know is that she had no doubt that I was putting on that show just to get her attention. She would know if she could see my stare at her, as Alice was hugging me, kissing my neck passionately, grunting my name in each breath.

I kept Alice in the view, as she showed her appreciation kneeling in front of me, thanking my cock as I stood and looked at Victoria's dark windows.

I'm expecting something to happen soon. I showed my hand, on my cock. I displayed myself in action, which was my pitch deck for her.

Result?

She finally came to my house to make an appearance.

Like an adolescent, without staying distant and acting cool, she came and brought hell on me, throwing my garbage bin towards my door. All she said was "I don't have to listen to the screams of whores at night!"

I know tonight the start of something hot. I hope so.

Anyway, we look at each other after Victoria closes her door. Alice seems frightened and I make a gesture before saying "Can't choose your neighbors, I got the crazy of the hood" before dragging her in and closing the door.

She looks at my tent and says "Already?"

"You look incredibly hot, maybe I should frighten you time to time" I say, hoping that she doesn't doubt this tent is for her benefit.

That little psycho meddled with my mood. This time, I drew the curtains open, to make sure everything was visible to her.

"What are you doing? What if she sees us?"

"She's probably praying in a little church in her basement, to get rid of the sins we put in her ears" I say, still searching for her there.

She walks near me saying "Is she there, what are you looking at?"

I don't speak.

I hold her hand, kiss it. She wasn't expecting me to act like that. Not after the brutal fuck she received.

Her eyes are focused on me; cheeks blushed, mouth open as I slowly kneel down and lower her panties. She couldn't have known that she was having this bonus, still thanks to my lethal neighbor.

Despite my confident facade, I do something I never did before. I'm not saying that I never go down on women. But I never do it this way.

I know I have to cut this short, before getting carried away too much. But I look in Alice's eyes as I serve her pussy with great appetite, until she cums, gently holding my head there, buckling forward.

When she calms down, I gently kiss her pussy and look out of the window. Oh, my. She is there, looking at me, standing straight, head high. She knows what I was trying to tell her. She knows I want to do this to her.

I lick my lips looking at her, before I stand up, to reclaim my reputation.

The rest of the night was as expected.

Alice was still smiling dumbfounded, trying to find words as I lifted her and threw her on the bed.

This time, I was doing my best to show her that I had a very large span of fantasies, if she liked to be roughed up in bed too. Alice came the fourth time when I was hitting her hard prone-bone and I held her hair, lifting her head as I pressed on her back with my elbow. Her ass was rising slowly, in harmony with my hitting cock.

I came in her, looking at those empty, dark windows. I knew she was watching. Who wouldn't watch such a show? Especially suspecting that it was being displayed for her appreciation...

After this two-hour show, Alice is looking at me in awe, trying to catch her breath "Wow, that was something else! That's the first time I see a man up his game in the second round, enthusiasm-wise..." still caressing her well-satisfied pussy.

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I didn't see her for the last two days. Today's Saturday and I'm planning to play guitar in the afternoon.

I saw her in the morning, having her coffee, looking out of the window. But not at me. It's not possible for her not to notice me there. So, I assume that she wants me to see her and she's pretty sure seeing her would give me the thrill. I see this as 'things moving forward'.

In the afternoon, I am playing with my guitar. By 'playing with', I mean it. I'm trying to nail the Andy Summers's Message in a Bottle main riff. It doesn't sound tough when listening to it but, man, it's overwhelming for me. I have a list of riffs in my list to learn.

And, I get distracted by the movement. That's the old, ugly, surly guy, who lives on the other side of my dark haired witch's house.

He walks to her house.

In a minute, I see her. She walks and opens the door, inviting him in.

I see that grumpy guy's wife outside. She's in her own garden, looking at Victoria's house. She looks desperate or worried. I can't make it but she doesn't look happy. In fact I don't recall seeing her happy ever.

The guy is in the house, talking to her. She brings him coffee.

Since the guy looks awful compared to Kevin, nothing naughty occurs to me.

Until he approaches her from behind in the kitchen and his hand reaches her back. I feel my scalp sweat as he gropes her ass over her t-shirt.

I stand up and try to peep without getting noticed, as things get heated there. I can't understand what is going on, I look outside her house and yes, that woman is still standing there. She knows! She suspects that her husband is having an affair with...

Wait, what? Why would she have an affair with this guy? Oh, the action already started there.

He lifts her t-shirt and, this time she's not wearing shorts. His groping hand is between her ass cheeks and if I don't see it wrong, his finger is rubbing her ass over her panties.

Her head is raised, eyes are closed, she's letting him enjoy her like this.

I can't see clearly but I guess he slid her panties aside and inserted a finger in her. I can't be sure if his finger is in her pussy or ass. Oh, she likes to be treated like this.

He removes his finger, smells it.

And, he slaps that beautiful, round, pure globe, before he walks away. Where's he going? Oh, the stairs, he's waiting near the stairs. She follows him and disappears where the stairs are at. He follows her. She's guiding him upstairs. To her bedroom.

No, not to her bedroom. The next room. A guestroom, maybe?

I go up and go to my storage room to get a clear view. When I get there, I see them kissing. She breaks the kiss, walks towards the window. Oh, she saw me.

She's looking at me, without blinking. She opens the window, draws the curtains. I want to shout, beg her not to close the curtains but I don't see her anymore.

My mind is burning. Why? Why with such a man? Does Kevin know?

In a short time, I can hear her. It started slow. Moans. Some words. Increasing moans.

I can hear the bed squeaking now; he's giving it to her.

Now I'm listening to something like slaughter. I kind of get the idea. He fucks her rough. She likes to be fucked rough. What's she trying to prove me? That she already has a rough-fucker? If she's not exaggerating her moans, she could be telling me that I wouldn't cut it, compared to him.

I can't even start to empathize that Kevin wimp. The agony he could be experiencing, if he knew his neighbor was fucking his wife like that.

If I wasn't getting obsessed about her, I'd probably think that she was a low-life skank, a cum-loving pig. But, now, I feel like I'm being second-hand cuckolded. She was already playing with me. This time it was clear.

Then, I remember the other wife. I walk to the other room and...

She isn't there. I look around and see her. Below that open window. She heard her too. And she is looking at the window, listening to her husband pleasure her neighbor. Or, her neighbor enjoy her husband. I'm so confused.

I was wrong. I made the best choice choosing this house. I hope.

I wanted everything I saw about her. Starting from that foot kissing ceremony, experiencing her violent control over me in the least possible painful way, serving her and finally fucking her like this, making her scream, as if balancing the sheet. As if making her pay, in pure pleasure. Always giving her pleasure, from start to end. It is all about her.

The next morning I wake up with a banging on my door. My heart jumps, wondering if that's her.

I run to the door, putting on a t-shirt on the way, with only my boxers on. When I open the door, she stares at me briefly. There was already an incredible hatred in her eyes and she gets even fiercer, seeing me in my briefs.

I wasn't aware at the moment but in this short time, I also got an erection. I noticed it when she was looking at it.

"You brought immorality to our neighborhood. And, you're trying to provoke me for the last weeks. Parking behind me, turning on lights I specifically warned you not to. Do you think I would care if you call the police?"

Before she started talking, I was already trying to find a way to persuade her to move forward in this seductive game I thought we were playing. And, as she was threatening me like this, I think I found the right way. I have no more patience.

"Ma'am, you're right. I'm sorry."

"Who cares what you think? Are you looking for trouble?"

Her eyes get wide when she sees me slowly kneel in my house, in front of her as she stands at my door. Monkey see, monkey do...

If she wanted to see her husband's respect this way, I guess I could do the same.

Her expression isn't getting any calmer. Just the opposite. It looks like her eyes are saying 'how dare you?'

"Whatever you say, ma'am" I timidly say and bow down at her feet. I could have an orgasm there, just doing that. She is standing like a statue after scolding me in the most annoying, entitled way, and the neighbor she had a beef with is acting like that. This was what I had been yearning for.

She doesn't do anything, she waits. I wish she had open toe slippers but no. Only her heels are showing. And, I do the only thing I could think of, something which would sound unthinkable a month ago. I kiss her heel like a dog. There's no reaction. I keep kissing a while, both heels.

Then, I need to see her expression, so I move a bit back, to look in her eyes. I can see her disgusted but satisfied expression only for a second, because her other foot blocks my view. She steps on my head, pushing me down back to her other foot. This time, I kiss her heel with more passion.

When I try to take her slipper off, she increases her weight over my head, without letting me.

"Whatever you say Victoria, just tell me. I'll do whatever you say" I am mumbling as she keeps me there, worshipping her heel. I need to worship her whole foot, her sole.

And, suddenly she lifts her foot, turns back and walks away. She trips my trash can on her way and goes to her house without looking at me again. This time, she knows that the owner of this house can't object to anything she does.

I stayed on the floor for a minute, thinking about what just happened, what I did. And, tried to figure out what she could be thinking at the moment, in her house.

I was thinking that this was the weirdest day of my life. I didn't know it was just starting.

The whole day I was in front of my window. She saw me a few times, looked at me with no expression.

In the afternoon that hunk comes to her house again. This time they don't bother going upstairs. He immediately lays her over the kitchen table and takes his place between her legs.

Well, well, mr. caveman. He goes down on her. He knows how the honey tastes too, then.

I'm trying to make sure she sees me but I'm afraid he can notice me too. So, most of the time, I stand in the shades.

At first, she was looking at my direction and after hesitating for a minute, I stepped out in the light. She was lying on her back, as he was eating her pussy. Her face was on my side, hanging from the edge of the table, upside down. He was at the other end of the kitchen table.

I think I caught a smirk on her face but when he was done getting her wet, he stands up and I step back.

He slaps her tits, making her jump. When she sees how he looks at her, she, in a hurry, slides down on the floor, near the kitchen table. When she's with him, her devotion for duty is admirable. I see her black hair is swinging around over her shoulders. It hurts me to see her enthusiastically serve that asshole, knowing she denied me of worshipping her feet as a whole. It feels like I'm losing things, ignoring the fact that those things never were mine to begin with.

During this mind review, I was also trying to see what makes her this enthusiastic. I couldn't see his tool clearly but it wasn't thicker than mine. So, I think I still have a chance to get that seat in the 'rough-fucker' assignment of hers.

He reaches forward, to her buttocks. Slowly raising her t-shirt, he exposes her ass cheeks and private parts to me. My mind keeps telling me that Alice's ass is much more beautiful than this. But I can't describe how I can sacrifice ten Alices just for a chance with this woman's ass. I swear I will get back to normal if I can find a way to satisfy my desires for this woman. It's all deprivation, making me think like this.

I only see her panties there and his hand finds it to slide it aside.

I'm looking at her asshole and pussy. It was a bit far but I could see her pussy clearly. I want to see her asshole too. I want to look at it from inches away. It makes me feel like her feet. Insulting, domineering, wrong and like the most desirable thing.

His hand is wandering around and I see how his finger enters her pussy, moving in and out, smearing her juices on her asshole. I can see a bit clear now. It's luring me. It's a sight to watch how she raises her head when his chubby finger moves past her sphincter.

This time, he just pushes it in, making her squirm. Slowly moving in and out, he starts to finger fuck her ass. This woman is incredible. The way she reacts doesn't fit anything I saw about her. It's like he is taming her with that finger in her ass. She likes to be dominated like that but...

Oh, I know I made a mistake. I have no chance for that rough-fucker seat. Not instead of this guy, at least. Among many options, I chose to submit to her. Doing the opposite of what she likes. Or, what she likes when she wants to be fucked roughly. But I'm not blaming myself. I'm the rough-fucker for many women. This woman is not for rough fucking, she keeps me awake for completely different reasons. She's the only one that can feed my hunger to submit. So, it wasn't a mistake. I hope she makes me submit to her. In ways I can't even think of.

Man, the guy's finger is still in her ass but the rest of his hand, other fingers are grabbing her pussy and squeezing it brutally. I hear her scream; I guess one of the windows is ajar there.

She's wiggling on her knees, trying to suck his cock as he's going to town with his fingers on her pussy and ass. She screams any time he increases his grip on her pussy with his fingers and palm.

I can see her convulse, she's cumming already!

A few seconds later, she calms down a bit and he removes his fingers, moving them near her face. She starts licking his fingers. Not only the ones which were in her pussy, the other one as well. She's licking his finger that just left her asshole!

And, being dilligent about hygiene, I can't recognize myself. I'm in a mood that all I can think is that he's an idiot. I would lick all my fingers myself. With her on them. I'd love to lick her fingers, if she played with herself. I don't feel like I would pass the one which was in her ass too.

I realize that there seems to be that thin line that makes her designate the men in her life. The ones who have to kiss her feet and the ones who don't care to lick her ass or pussy juices.

The grumpy asshole hooks his fingers in her mouth, slowly pulling her up to her feet. She seems to be caught off-guard. I can see how she doesn't know what to do, her body clumsily moving around, as he's guiding her with that hook.

Her knees are together as her feet are apart. She looks too vulnerable like that. And, I see her expression as he guides her to the kitchen table, without removing his fingers out of her mouth. He turns her facing me, takes his position behind her. She's standing, leaning back, head pulled back, arms trying to hold on to something.

With his other hand, he lowers her panties to her ankles.

For a second, I move my head forward, for her to see me.

She does see me. She doesn't look that confident now. I guess there's also shame in her expression. This increases as he leans her forward a bit. He doesn't let her bend over completely, he doesn't let her stand. I watch her swinging, beautiful, helpless breasts as her expression changes once again.

With his fingers in her mouth, she's having trouble keeping her eyes open, as he enters her from behind, still looking at me. How can a woman attract me more in a situation like this? Her face is crooked, mouth open, saliva running out, eyelids flickering...

From my point of view, this looks like a wild mating session. With a content expression in his face, he starts fucking her hard, keeping her in this position, making her grunt; I heard that too.

I'm jerking off, with a stone in my heart. My twisted desire for her makes me feel like she's my woman and he's taking her like this. This is not a good feeling. This is not something I could cope with in a serious relationship.

He keeps fucking her, without letting her mouth go. I can see her tongue, licking through his fingers, worshipping the hand that keeps her in place. It doesn't look like it will be over soon.

And, after fucking her like this for an hour or so, making her have many climaxes in between, this time I hear him grunt. She screams and starts saying things in an inaudible way, as if she's begging him. Her voice changes, I can understand he came in her. I know this voice. My girls do it too when they feel owned completely. Something like weeping, but in a good way.

He slowly removes his fingers from her mouth. She kisses his fingers as they are leaving her mouth.

He steps back, pulls his trousers up, and slaps her ass hard, making her whimper and drop on the table facing down. I could catch how she closed her eyes in pain and pleasure when the slap landed on her beautiful tushy.

He walks to the door and leaves her there, still bent over on the kitchen table, unable to move.

I step out of the shades. I'm looking at her in awe. It doesn't come to my mind to jerk off. I'm astonished, watching this beauty, wasted like that. Fucked like a slut, left like a well fucked slut. And still, incredibly attractive and powerful to me.

She opens her eyes, turns her head a bit and looks at me. Still licking her lips, she slowly raises her body, supports herself on the kitchen table and stands up. Her hand is moving on her stomach, to her breast, gently squeezing it before she moved it to her pussy, to slowly caress it.

I have never seen anything this hot. I can't even begin to think how hot it would be to fuck her like this.

She bends over, holds her panties and lifts them up. Still looking at me, she motions her head.

Is she telling me to go there? To do what? My dick is on fire at the moment, watching her. Why did I nod and go to my door? I'm going there, without even thinking.

She opens the door before I knock.

I step inside and her eyes show me the floor, when she's closing the door. I...

Oh, I'm on my knees. This is like I'm in a dream, losing moments in between, skipping mundane parts, without being able to grasp the situation or the events clearly.

I look at her, she looks down at me. She lifts her t-shirt up, moves her panties aside.

"Go slow; he wasn't nice to me today."

I was right, he fucked her too rough. Her pussy is a mess. Her inner thighs are glistening with various fluids running down.

I'm not thinking. I'm doing. What she says.

As I declared to her, in my declaration of devotion, at my house this morning.

I'm kissing her mound, looking in her eyes. I'm licking her clit, kissing her pussy lips, licking them, looking in her eyes. Falling for her more every second.

Increasing my efforts as I feel the softness and heat of her legs by my sides.

Moving lower, kissing her fucked canal, licking it, moving to her ass crack, between her legs.

Oh, she likes it. She raises one leg and puts her thigh on my shoulder, keeping me right there. With one hand, she spreads her ass cheek. Giving me permission to go there. Or commanding me to do it. And, I don't think, I just do.

As my tongue touches her asshole, she whimpers again. In a few seconds, I'm hugging her legs, pulling myself forward, twisting my neck, sucking her asshole with great appetite. Since that finger licking moment, I'm feeling this need to taste her asshole.

She shivers; I guess I made her cum again. How a sexually charged woman is this?

I change my mind; his husband is not that much of a loser. There's a prize at the end of all his sufferings.

This time she holds my hair and positions my face in front of her pussy again. She moves her pussy to me, presses it on my lips, starts to grind herself on my face. She's face fucking me now.

I don't want to think what's smearing on my face, besides her juices. I don't care. I'm an alpha in my circles, that doesn't change anything. Like all alphas, I need to balance my...

When I'm trying to meditate with that 'all submissives are in fact alphas in real life' bullshit cliché, she pulls my face away, spits on my face and keeps fucking it like that. Showing me what a real alpha looks like.

When she's close, she slows down, pushing her pussy in my mouth.

"Suck..." she says, with a calm but very domineering voice.

I suck; I lick her insides as I suck. And she starts cumming. Nothing I experienced is remotely hot like this. I find myself kissing her pussy, looking in her eyes as she's trying to catch her breath, letting her orgasm to subside. Then she pushes me back, making me fall on the floor. I crawl and start kissing her bare feet this time. Her feet are delicate, beautiful and remembering how I was under one of them hours ago, they feel strong, superior.

She doesn't let me show my gratitude and respect to her. She walks to the door, leaving me there. She opens it, looking at me.

I have no words. I feel like how she looked half an hour ago. Fucked like a slut, left like a well fucked slut. No, not the same. I wish this was my house and she was leaving. Now I have to do the walk of shame, under her stare.

I slowly stand up and walk out. I turn to say something but she closes the door on my face.

That's the day which ruined everything for me. I don't feel like hanging out with my usual chicks now. I don't bring them to my house; I go to theirs, if I have to make appearances. My mind is occupied, I fake until I make it.

Because of her, I needed to take a blue pill for the first time in my life. To fuck that CEO's wife after that office party. She's an important person and she could persuade her husband to support her fucker, if she was satisfied.

She's satisfied, he has no idea she cheats on him and he voted for the guy that fucked his wife, for a higher position in his department. Even Alice knows. She said "You weasel! She can't stop talking about you. Do I have to promote you to see some effort?" mocking me at the pub. I try my best not to have sex with her, she can notice something's wrong.

I just think about Victoria when I'm fucking the others. I can't think of anyone else when I'm with Alice.

On top of it, I can't help myself; I go down on them too often, for long periods most of the time.

I guess the married ones notice the change in me. One of the mature ones even said "Yeah, keep eating it boy. It's nice that you found your new heaven there." I don't know if she sensed something or if she was always a stubborn bitch. After that day, I called her more often. I didn't need to think of Victoria as she increased her selfish behaviors. As I said, Victoria ruined me that day.

Kevin returned and she didn't visit me or call me again since that day. I listened to them have sex a few times. Caught their ceremony once or twice. She showed her whole body once, after having bath, before closing her curtains, looking at me. Those breasts, not the best ones. But the ones I want the most. Just like her ass. Her taste still taunts me. I want my tongue in her asshole again.

The new position in that CEO's department. It came with more flexible hours. Now, I return home early in the afternoon. Of course, if I return home.

I wonder if she's feeling jealous when I don't return. Thinking about Alice, for example, wondering if I'm at her place? Nah, I don't think so.

I see Kevin. Looking out of his window. I guess I saw him do that a couple of times in the last few weeks. That's when I started my new job. Oh, maybe he always did that. But not every day. Today is Thursday, if it matters. I stand there, watching him. Trying to understand what he's doing.

That ugly asshole comes. He sees Kevin in the window. Holy shit. He smirked, looking at him. Kevin walked in.

That asshole is not only fucking Kevin's wife, but he's also mocking him. Does Kevin know? I don't think so.

He returns to his window. And, there's Victoria. She grabs her purse and walks home. I change my position; I have to see what's going on in there.

She enters the house. Kevin rushes there, quickly kneeling in front of her. He takes her shoes off, making me shiver; starts kissing her feet. Oh, those feet. I wish I had a chance to kiss them in nylons too. Lucky asshole.

The next week it's the same. Hey, it's Thursday again. I didn't see this pattern before. On Thursdays Marvin and Victoria return home...

Wait. It's their routine. And...

Holy shit! Kevin knows. Or, at least he suspects. No, he knows. That's what this ceremony is about. They don't do it every day.

She gets fucked by that asshole and she wants her feet kissed and pussy eaten afterwards, on her return from that. That's why she called me to her house that day. When Kevin was away. She called me to eat her freshly fucked pussy. What a...

My erection hurts at the moment. I can't believe it. She likes to be eaten after rough fuck and when there was no one at home to do that, she called me there. How crazy and hot is that?

She walks in, yes, he's at her feet.

He tries to stand up, she doesn't let him. They walk to the couch.

I freeze, she looks at me. She looks at him again, making sure he's busy worhipping her feet down there, before looking at me again. Slowly showing her watch, she points at me. What does she mean? She didn't tell a time. But she'll do something with me. I feel sweat on my back, in excitement.

This time she didn't go to the other room, she sits on that couch near the window. Makes him put an ottoman there. I can't see her face but I can see her feet on that ottoman now. Oh, Kevin is sniffing her feet. Hottest thing ever. I can see his dedicated devotion in doing that. She moves one of her feet down on the floor, he looks at her; I guess she says something because he looks like he's listening. He doesn't look happy. He reacted!

Fuck. I didn't see where that slap came from. She almost knocked him down with that. And, he slowly bowed down to that foot on the floor, kissed it. She slapped his face with her foot and put it there again. This time he didn't kiss it, he just sniffed it. I didn't understand anything but this is hot.

She stands up, walks to the door again. Oh, she's making him put her shoes on. They both look at me, this time my blood freezes; I don't know what's going on and how to react. She leaves the house, he keeps looking at me. He doesn't like me at the moment, I can see that.

She's walking my way. I look at him, than at her until I hear her knock on my door.

"Take my shoes off."

"L-let me close the curtain, Kevin is looking at us."

"If he wants to watch, that's his choice."

"Watch? Watch what?" Is she going to let me...?

I bow down and take her shoe off, look at her.

"I didn't let him stain my nylons. Today is your lucky day. Your turn."

Oh, that was it. That's why she didn't let him kiss her foot. I assumed that he was kissing it in the beginning, maybe she never let him do that today. My turn?

I was already kissing her foot, trying to solve these.

She raises her foot "Kiss the sole", waits for me to go under it and touches her sole to my lips. I am getting lost there, giving my soul to her as my lips lands on her sole.

"The other one..."

I do the same, this time she doesn't. She stands there waiting. I start kissing that foot, sucking her toes.

"Take me to your bedroom."

With the flagpole in my pants, I show her the way. Luckily, my curtains were closed in my room. I didn't have to worry about...

Fuck, she walks to my window and opens the curtains. Is she crazy? I mean, she is. But, what's she thinking?

She holds my ear, makes me kneel in front of her. Slowly dragging me to my bed, she bends me backwards on its side. I watch her lower her panties and pantyhose down to her knees, before she climbs my bed. She's facing away, towards my feet. I guess she's planning to squat on my face.

Before she takes her position, I look out of my window, to see Kevin standing there, looking at us.

"What a wimp..." I say, forgetting my place.

She bends over, looking in my eyes, she slaps me hard "He's my wimp. You're nothing compared to my husband."

I have words; I know I'm better than him. But, her eyes. I just want to be nothing in her eyes.

"Yes, Victoria, sorry."

She slowly squats down. I'm once again facing her beautiful asshole. I start licking it. She spreads them using her hands, time to time pressing her asshole on my mouth and releasing them, imprisoning me between those cheeks, she lets me serve her ass until she has an orgasm. Without spending any time, she puts her knees down and slides forward, spreads her legs to sit on my face, pushing her pussy in my mouth.

She fucks my face for almost an hour, having more than three orgasms in my mouth, until she's calm. She stands up, looks at my fucked up face, makes me open my mouth and spits in it before she pulls her panties and pantyhose up and leaves me there.

I look out; see Kevin give me one last look and leave.

Only after about ten minutes staying like that, I realize what just happened. She gave Kevin the exact show she gave me weeks ago. But, I knew what was different. This time, it was Thursday. She gave him the show of her special day.

How could she not want me to fuck her? I still can't understand that. How can he endure a life like this? I couldn't get over watching her with that asshole neigbor of theirs.

But in time, this became a routine.

Once a month, on Thursday, she came to my house directly, after parking her car. Without going home. I knew what she liked. I knew what she was using me for. And, I couldn't stop her. The last Thursday of every month became my special day too. I didn't see Kevin in the window after that day again. And, he didn't wait for her on my Thursdays as well.

And, two months ago, something happened.

On that Thursday, after doing what she always did, she didn't pull her panties and pantyhose up. Just the opposite. She took them off. She started undressing, after she closed the curtains and the window.

I was watching her in awe as she stepped on my bed, then on my chest, then on my face. She didn't stop. After walking over me, she walked to the head of the bed and lied down, spreading her legs.

I didn't understand what was going on. It wasn't easy for me to climb out of that submissive mood. Especially after she stepped on me like a doormat. She was too attractive, sitting there, waiting for me.

"Get undressed. I want what you did to that girl. After I visited you."

Oh, she watched us. She's talking about Alice. How I fucked her after Victoria's fit.

And she liked what she saw. It took months, but she finally decided to have the 'Tom special'.

My mood wasn't in the right place but my educated guess told me she would want it exactly like that. Meaning, to be fucked by an alpha. Not a cunt-sucking pig. The wimp who sucked her, after she had her pussy whipped by someone else.

"Will you let me be a real man? Like I did that night?"

"I'd love to see you try. I told you. I want what she had" she was talking to me as if I she ordered some coffee. Not like she was challenging me to fuck her like a slut. She was that confident. I had no doubt fucking her wouldn't change the way I looked at her.

'Eat your heart out Marvin' I thought. He was rough, I can give him that. But I know how to go rough with a style. And, since she wanted what Alice had, I knew what she needed.

I got rid of my clothes, jumped on the bed. I could see her eyes as she was checking out my six-packs, defined and toned muscles. Before her eyes were locked on my cock.

She was caught off-guard when I grabbed her hair and bent her neck, so she was looking at my cock from below, swaying over her face. I kept her there, until she tried to reach it with her tongue.

She was getting nervous. A bit angry, a bit impatient. I could see the need she felt to touch it. To taste it. She loved cock, I could see it.

I waited until some precum appeared on the slit. I lowered myself a bit, so, she could snatch a lick on the knob, catching that precum. This turned her crazy. She wanted it too much. She was licking her lips, wanting more.

"Ask for it" I said. This was my game now. She was one of my chicks. I just needed her to like it. That was the only difference.

"Give it to me..." she hissed.

"Ask me nicely."

Her eyes were fierce. I knew she got extra horny when she was angry.

"Yes?"

"Let me lick it."

"Lick what?"

"Let me lick your cock, you asshole!"

"Since you ask nicely..." I was smirking, making her go crazy there. Good thing I am a strong guy, she could damage me good if I wasn't able to keep her in place.

When I let her have it, she started licking and kissing it, like a hungry animal. A few hours after her rough affair. That Kevin was a lucky guy.

And when she took the head in her mouth, I felt her fingernails dig into my ass cheeks. She was wild. I could feel her teeth on my cock, without giving pain. Just letting me know what sort of a risk I was taking to pleasure her.

And, she started to suck me like a wanton bitch, licking the shaft, sucking my balls, kissing my stomach, moving to my legs, worshipping me like crazy. I never saw a woman that raunchy before.

She was driving me crazy and I didn't want to feel submissive to her. I wanted to own her that night. To give my owner what she wanted.

I held her hair, pulled her away but she slowly showed me the teeth which were keeping the mushroom in her mouth. She didn't want to let go. I didn't want to give her back the power.

"Let it go, slut. You will have a chance to do the same with your cunt, not wanting to let it go."

She slowly parted her teeth, letting me take it out.

I turned her around, pushed her down, until her face was in my sheets. My hand found her pussy and I lifted her up, pushing the back of her knees until she was on all fours, ass in the air, and face in the bedsheets.

"Stay like that and look me in the eye. I want to see your eyes, as you're desperately hoping me to fuck you."

Sounds scripted right? Not exactly. But these are words I used a lot. These are words I know to be effective.

And she did. Looking in each other's eyes, I let her wait in anticipation, seeing how her cheeks were turning red. This was turning her crazy.

I kept her like that, until she started moaning, because of the suspense she started to feel. Vulnerable like this, almost begging with her body, for me to fuck her. I wanted to lick that asshole. My mouth was watering looking at that cunt; I wanted to eat and suck everything I was looking at, besides what I could extract from those. But I knew I had to be careful. There was a serious competition for this role. To be the one who pleasured her the most. To be her rough-fucker.

When I pushed the head, she moaned. As I entered, she started fidgeting. I held her hair, kept her steady as I moved in.

'Yeah, slut. Thicker than your ugly fucker, right?' I was thinking, seeing her in pain and desperately trying to stop me. I didn't stop; I kept pushing in, feeling that sweet, unfaithful, cruel pussy grab my cock. Her grip was incredible. It was warm, slippery and still firm.

"Say my name."

"T-tom" she was having trouble to breathe.

I pushed in more.

"Oh, T-tom..."

I slowly started to move in and out. I could see her pussy trying to hold on to my cock, her stretched pussy skin moving in and out with my cock's movements. It was incredible how my cock slid in that skin, when her skin reached its straining limit.

The voices coming from her, how she was grunting, moaning, I wanted more. I increased my speed, making her scream. Whenever she came, I was slowing down, listening to her. For a second, I wished she was my woman. I couldn't think of any reasons not to want her in my life forever. But, remembering the other stuff, the agony I always saw on Kevin's face, I knew I couldn't live like that.

I started pumping in and out again and this time she started to give a fight to get free. I moved my foot and stepped on her face, giving it to her with full power. She was once again screaming, moaning and then I saw how she was turning her head trying to kiss my foot. I put my foot near her face and she hugged my ankle with both hands, making love to my foot. I pushed deep and waited.

She started to shiver, having a shattering orgasm there. She was still kissing my foot, I heard her whimper "T-tom..."

I didn't move; I kept her like that. A few minutes later, she was moving herself, fucking me as I stood still.

"Cum in my pussy you asshole! I want you to breed me."

She was saying the most horrific thing to me. The thing I always feared.

And, in such a moment, I felt like I was given an honor. Like an opportunity, a golden ticket to be in contact with her all my life. This felt like a once in a lifetime opportunity, to mark her womb as mine. To occupy that superior woman.

I don't know what I was thinking but I started to fuck her hard, until I growled and started spurting in her. Seeing her reaction, hearing that purring voice saying "Tom, oh, Tom..." I kept cumming. I was right. That day, she was acting like that. I knew he came in her, it was obvious that she loved this feeling after a rough fuck.

I stayed in her, until she crawled away, holding her pussy. She lied on her back, caressing her body. She stayed like this for more than ten minutes, still moaning and meowing with a silent voice. I could watch her for days; it felt like I was looking at my greatest victory.

Then she spoke again, with her domineering voice. She was satisfied and the magic was gone, being replaced by her dark-magic.

"Come, eat my pussy. Just lick my clit and those beautiful lips of mine. Don't suck. I want to see the tongue."

Oh, our session was over. Maybe that was why the ugly shit was leaving her as soon as he was finished. Or, my status was sealed, no matter how I tried.

I wasn't thinking; I was doing. I was licking her pussy, those 'beautiful lips' and this time she let me eat her ass more than half an hour. Lying on my bed face down, then standing. She reminded me what I was eating, making me thank and work more eagerly there. I was lost in that period. I wanted to show more devotion, nothing seemed to be enough.

She solved that problem for me. When I was sucking her asshole as she was standing, she held my ear and dragged me to my bathroom.

She held my chin, placing my face under her pussy and asked me "Do you want me to pee on you?"

What made her think like that? I had no idea. But I said "Y-yes? I gue..."

Before I finished my words she started peeing. First in my open mouth. When I closed it, on my face, in my eyes, in my hair. It felt like she telling me how 'marking her territory' looked like, erasing my previous thoughts from my mind.

"Eat it clean" she said.

I didn't think; I did. I ate her pussy clean. I licked her inner thighs, traced one drop to her foot and licked her body clean.

This was deeper than what I dreamed of.

And I had no regrets. Not even filling her up. I almost wanted her to get pregnant by me.

And, this didn't change much. For the last two months, she's visiting me time to time, not limited to Thursdays. I feel like I'm her slave. She makes me feel like that in every way, before and after getting fucked like a cheap slut, then marking her territory before leaving me on my bathroom floor in her piss.

I also got back on track with my chicks too. She gives me permission to bring them here, if I ask her beforehand appropriately.

In fact, I guess she has a fetish. Something different from the ones I already observed.

Because, every time I bring a girl home, she makes sure she visits me beforehand, cums in my mouth, gets fucked and tells me not to wash my mouth or cock.

She wants my girls to taste her on me, without knowing. She watches them time to time. She makes analysis on how I fucked her or what a slut that woman was.

And, I guess, she wants to see their reaction. Time to time, she makes me call her in secret and listens to us. This is the hottest thing ever. I don't know how she came up with such an idea.

Tonight, Alice came. Right after Victoria left. I missed Alice too much. I guess she missed me too. I feel like she's the one for me. I mean if such a thing was possible for me.

And, she became the first one who reacted in an interesting way.

"This taste on your cock..."

She looks at it, and then at me "It tastes familiar. Like after you fuck me. Like I taste myself on it, only different. And, we didn't fuck yet."

I'm trying to find an answer, in panic.

"Are you feeding me another woman's pussy extracts, you perv?" she says. But she doesn't say it in an angry way. She looks curious.

"Aren't you angry?"

"Do you want me to? Did you do it on purpose? I mean, in a bad way?"

"N-no. I thought, I mean it wasn't on purpose" but she could tell. Because it didn't make sense, there was no other explanation, given that she was going to suck my cock. It wasn't possible for me to neglect cleaning myself up.

"Ok, but she insisted me to."

"Who?"

"I can't say."

"Is she here now? I mean in this house?"

"No, of course not."

"Aww. It would be super cringe. And, hot, I guess. So, that other woman you fucked knew I was going to be here and she wanted me to..."

Alice blushes. She is looking at me, thinking. Then, she looks at my cock, licks her lips and starts to lick the head, looking in my eyes.

"Tell her that she tastes hot. And the way her mind works, even hotter. Tell her she's naughty, giving me chills."

I am looking at her in disbelief. I never knew she was someone like that.

"Oh, this turned me on too much. I never did something like this but it reminds me of things I find hot, I mean trying another woman's pussy for once."

Knowing that Victoria is listening to us on the other side, I am having trouble to focus but this is too hot. Alice is an incredible woman. She already was an incredible woman but now, she's almost the complete female I need. That I can socialize with in our daily life and try naughty things together.

I am looking in her eyes and watching her experience mood changes in real time. She's getting ashamed, then horny, closing her eyes, an 'hmmm' escapes from her lips as she keeps licking the shaft.

"I can't get enough of this feeling. I can't taste her anymore. This taste symbolizes something arousing. Apart from the fact that she wants her juices in my mouth. That's too hot, right?"

I stand there silently for a few seconds and say "Do you want to kiss me? Maybe you can taste her in my..."

Her eyes get wide as she stands up, pushes me on my bed and jumps over me.

Her lips find mine but she doesn't linger. Her tongue dashes in my mouth, impatient to find her there. She keeps licking my teeth, tongue, all of my mouth, holding me in place by her grip in my hair. She makes small sounds of pleasure whenever she thinks she tastes her. I guess it's not possible for her to find her taste there but this doesn't stop her.

When she feels a bit disappointed, she kisses my face, lips, even nose. Suddenly her expression changes again and then she starts sucking my nose.

"What are you...?"

"I taste her on your nose. Did she face fuck you?"

This is too embarrassing for me but I say "Yes. In a very rough way."

"Uhmmm" she starts moaning as she slowly humps on my leg "I'm too horny, I want to face fuck you too."

There. Just as I suspected. When they smell blood, they'll go for the kill. In this first chance she got, she wants to do that. And, I realize that I want her to. I can't think how hot it would be if Alice took Victoria's place. To a level, of course.

She doesn't even wait for an answer from me. She slowly moves forward on her knees, slides her panties aside and gives her pussy in my mouth.

It's hard to resist that, especially when she acts like this. In a few minutes, the room is full of wet sounds of her pussy meeting my tongue, in between my gasps, her moans and all the other sloppy sounds coming from my face. Victoria, even if she's not watching us, is listening to these.

Does she feel jealous? Or horny? Does she say 'go girl'? Nah. No woman I knew would see another woman as a teammate. Not in such a case. I wish I had a camera in my room. I wish I could see how she's riding my face, how her buttocks move, as she selfishly taking what she wants from me.

Alice now has a different spot for me.

"Let's replace the contents of this mouth then" she says before she starts squeezing my head between her legs, as she starts cumming "Suck it all."

Man, she's feeding me her cum in the hottest way. Our past has no meaning to her, she found the opportunity and she's exploiting it. I can't think of anything hotter than that.

And, she's different than Victoria. I mean physically, her juices and cum keep flooding in my mouth. Much more to taste, she's probably a squirter. How didn't I notice that before? I know. She was never this horny before.

I hope it's about dominating me too. Not only because she tasted Victoria.

She keeps me there for a period, watching me kiss and lick her pussy obediently. I can see she likes to see me like this. I can see the smirk on her face, that she won't let things be the same.

She falls beside me, still moaning in a subtle way.

"That was too hot. And today, I won't let you fuck me. I don't want anything on top of that. I feel too sexy now; I want to stay in this mood."

I wanted to fuck her but this didn't disappoint me. I liked her mood like this too.

"Did she know I was going to come here? Before you had sex with her?"

"Y-yes."

"And, she smeared her pussy juices all over you, even in your mouth, knowing that?"

"Yes."

"Is she a jealous type? I mean did she do it so I would get angry with you?"

"No, she's not jealous. She's not mine, if that's what you're asking..."

"Why did she do it then? Are you hers?"

"I don't know. To answer both of your questions" I see she didn't like my answer "No, I'm not hers. I don't have much significance to her" why am I ruining my value like this? I guess what Alice thinks is more important to me now "Because she's dominant? Or, to ruin your fun?"

"Maybe. But my guess would be that, she marked her territory. As a warning to me. Or, she could be getting off knowing that some other woman has to acknowledge her. I feel like that. I feel like I enjoyed her leftovers. In a very hot way."

"Leftovers? Do you have a cuckquean fantasy?" then, out of the blue, I say "Alice, you're important to me. Please don't stop seeing me."

I'm a real idiot. I panicked for no reason and this is no way to act "I mean..."

"I know what you mean. We'll see. Are you asking me to see each other exclusively?"

Why not? I can't whore myself out till the end of my life?

"Would you want that?"

"I can. I don't know. I'll think about it. We may need to find you another job. I don't want to be called as the office-slut's girl."

"What?"

"Later. What did you ask me? About cuckquean thing?"

"Do you have a cuckquean fantasy?"

"At the moment, I do. It sounds very hot. I have many fantasies. I don't know. I mean I don't know if I could share you like that if you were my husband. Or, if I accept your offer to be exclusive. But now, I just feel naughty. I'm holding myself not to ask..."

"Ask what?"

"But I don't want to hear this from anyone else."

"I swear, ask what?"

"Would she be interested? To play with us. Making me a cuckquean? Taking you in front of me? Making me watch?"

"She's not a cuckcake type."

"I can guess. And, that's even hotter. Would she like that? To be that sort of a cuckcake? Like the ones that take over the house?"

This is incredible. I'm speechless. I had no idea Alice was this hot.

"I don't think so. But I will ask. How far are you willing to go? She may be a bit fierce sometimes."

"Oh? Are you saying that she's a sadist? Do you have an S&M relationship with this woman?"

Since she's listening, I can't lie.

"I can't say I have a relationship with her. She decides when she wants to use me. I don't have a say on her actions. She doesn't give me a safe word. Alice, I don't want to hear my secrets from anyone else too. Please."

"Don't worry; I will use your secrets just against you. To use you when I want. Why would I tell anyone else?" she finishes her words as she starts giggling "Oh, you're doomed, Tom. I will make you my bitch."

She is probably joking but she sees my sparkling eyes and says "Really? You want me to? Oh, this will be fun. Now would be a good time to start, then. Come one, take my panties off and get started there."

"But you said you were going to be my girlfriend?"

"I said I would think. I suggest you do your best to convince me. Come on, get to work!"

Alice left me in bed after a few hours and a few orgasms in my mouth. She didn't let me fuck her, for the reason she told me. If Victoria was watching me when she left, she would see the resemblance.

I was wasted, lying on my bed face down, licking my lips with empty eyes. Just like Victoria, when Marvin left her on the kitchen table. Being used in sex was as good as using someone for your pleasure, I was aware of that now. I had been living my life half empty until these last weeks.

And, Alice was going to be my special one after that night. I hoped she would accept me as her man.

I loved how she left her timid enthusiasm behind, after realizing that I was getting hooked up more as she increased her selfish behaviors. And, she put the cherry on top when she pushed me aside with her feet after feeding me her last orgasm. She didn't need to say "goodnight" or "see you later" when she was leaving.

I hope she calls me again. I hope she answers when I call her. I hope I didn't ruin my chances with her.

***Upcoming:

I'm looking at that idiot, still licking his lips there. Spending more than an hour with his mouth on my cunt, he still looks like he could start all over again, even after that blondie gave it to his mouth for hours.

Men are weak creatures.

In fact, I'm already done with him. I can go and fuck his face whenever I want. I can find another puppet for my kinks.

When I feel that itch again, I can let him go rough on me too, if Marvin isn't around. Tom delivered well on that. Something was amiss but still, during the action, he was even better.

But he has no more significance for my agenda. No one does. Apparently, he was the missing piece, and as of yesterday, there seem to be no missing pieces in my marriage.

On the other hand, that girl's words...

She's not a Wendy. She's a beautiful executive, probably someone outranking me, professionally. And, her reaction to the idea of 'tasting me' was no different than Wendy's...

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