Come Into My Parlor

The night is dark and crisp and clean in the deceptively warm summer’s eve. Though my thin black shirt and jeans provide ample warmth I could be here without them and not suffer for it.

I breathe in the sweet scent of freshly trimmed grass, loving the way it seems to accentuate my appetite. For tonight my thirst runs bold. Electric. I can feel the storm in the night sky approaching; winds rustling my shoulder length hair. The smell of rain and lighting in the air excites me more than I could have imagined.

She excites me too. I watch her race around the bedroom with an avid eye. It was all too easy to slip between her house and the next, pushing through her gate and into the backyard. She was even polite enough to provide a folding lawnchair.

How thoughtful?

From the beginning I’ve watching her, noticing the jump in her step from the moment the call came in on her cellphone. Daddy’s coming home, and all the kids are elsewhere. She thinks she’s so clever. I watch her vault from the bed as she gathers towel and perfume in hand, racing to the second floor bathroom. So easy it would be to surprise her in the shower.

But that’s not my intention tonight. For now I just want to watch. Then I witnessed her return, hidden a mere ten feet from her large loveseat window by the dark blanket of night. I watch her prance around the room, dabbing perfume in ways that make me shift in the chair. Jawline. Neck. Chest. Down there. I smile at her confidence.

I lean back into the chair and stroke my chin as she pulls on a pair of tight knit fishnet pantyhose. She turns toward me and rubs a hand across her smooth lips through the hole in the crotch and I chuckle.

Next I watch her adorn herself in the tight leather corset, black as the night around me and perfect surrounding and supporting her ample bosom. A somewhat modest skirt, just above the knee, and tall black leather boots complete her transition from dutiful housewife into wanton sex goddess.

I can’t deny the bulge in my groin a the sight of her. Every last ounce of me wants her. She pulls her hair back into a ponytail and I can hardly contain my desire to take her.

She steps out of the room and I make my move. Gliding out of the chair I make my way to the backdoor of the garage and I’m inside. I know the layout by heart. I’ve wanted he like this for so long.

Next I quietly push the kitchen door in and greet the overpowering scent of incense. I nearly forget myself and growl as my senses explode in ecstasy. I can hear her whistling in the next room, perhaps applying makeup. Plump crimson lips begging desperately to be ravished.

I stride through the dining room and into her bedroom, wondering what the room must look like now from the lawnchair in the backyard.

I hear her moving from the bathroom and I step quietly behind the door. She glides in entirely unaware of the carnality set to unfold in her very own bedroom. All she can think about is her husband and the short half hour drive to retrieve him from the airport. All I can think of is making her mine.

I stride from behind the door sleek as silk and deadly as a viper. Some shift in the air alerts her and she raises her head seconds before I’m upon her. One hand tightens in her ponytail while the other claps around her neck. She chokes and makes gagging sounds as I pull her onto the bed in front of me. Her back presses against my chest and I bury my nose in her hair, smelling fresh of soap and her.

I do not restrain the growl building in my throat this time.

“Do not … utter … one … word.” I hiss and bite the words off into her ear, feeling her entire body shake against me. She’s in shock now, unable to even fathom how this has happened.

I lean forward slightly and peer over her shoulder, admiring her in all of her black skin-tight glory. I loosen my hand from her hair and feel her shift as if to pull away. My hand tightens against her throat and I pull her against me tighter. I don’t say a word. I don’t have to. She knows for these few moments to follow she is mine.

My free hand wanders down the front of her corset as I hum against the side of her neck. She’s quivering already from my touch. Delving beneath the hem of her skirt my fingers easily trace the inner line of the hole in her hose, touching upon her slick pearl before I realize I’m there. Her entire body tightens at the touch as she both tries to pull away from and push into the contact.

My fingers press defiantly against the slick jewel, causing her to squeal and moan as her mind is unseated by the first of many orgasms to come. She pushes her ass back against me and I chuckle, letting her body feed its own addiction. Her fishnet-clad buttocks rub up and down along my groin, feeding upon the bulge that pushes back against her skin.

My fingers slide a little lower and I am suddenly inside her slippery walls, purring against her ear as I crook the finger ever so lightly and … rub. She explodes again without warning, her head falling back against my shoulder as I milk the sweet nectar from within her. Plunging into her I can feel the heat like she was a fiery cauldron, threatening to raze everything in her path.

With an evil smile I draw my finger out of her and stroke it across her swollen, throbbing clit. She moans in a deep, sultry tone and I slide my hands across her hips, reaching into my pocket.

The knife is razor sharp on purpose and her head darts up again as she hears it spring open.

“Shhhh.” I whisper soothingly into her ear as I slide the blade beneath the hem of her skirt and slash outward. She jumps at the motion, by my hand around her throat keeps her still. Another slice further down and her skirt falls away to her feet, utterly undone. Her breathing is pummeling her chest from within with hard gasps now. In the mirror I can see the candlelight glistening off of her smooth, shaven lips.

I close the knife one handed and slide it back into my pocket. Next I pull out a four foot length of nylon chord and tell her to cross her arms behind her wrists. I can hear her trembling but my grip tightens without reservation.

She obeys for her own sake and I tie the chord around her wrists in an intricate knot before I finally cinch it closed tightly.

Next I pull a leather collar from my pocket and wrap it around her neck. She’s cringing now with each new imprisonment, having yet to see my face. Two thigh cuffs later another length of nylon chord and my artwork is complete. I’ve tied off the rope at both thigh cuffs, running it through her collar D-ring so that she has no choice but to bend over on her knees, her face buried into the mattress.

No words are exchanged as I run my fingers along her behind, squeezing her firm cheeks with a satisfied and appreciative hum. She knows she’s in trouble when she feels the lube dribble into her crack, followed immediately by my eager fingers. First one finger penetrates her tight sphincter, squelching a thin ring of lube out around it as I slide my digit all the way inside her. I can feel her tight warm bottom squeezing my finger and I want to moan, to let her know just how wondrous she feels.

But I control the urge, both for her sake and mine. Slowly I work the single digit in and out, building up a steady rhythm until I’m confident she’s had enough. Then I pull it out and work two fingers inside together. I think I hear her moan from her position on the bed and I smile. She’s having trouble fighting the urge to submit.

She wants to cum. She has to cum. But she’s holding it back with all of her will. I continue to work the pair inside of her, rotating them once every three or four thrusts until I’m absolutely certain she’s stretched enough for what I have in store. I pull out a thin vibrating plug that has a throat and a flange at the end, just enough to stay inside of her.

Turning the dial at the end I hear it buzz to life at the same time that she does and I allow myself a light-hearted chuckle for her benefit. I slide my fingers out of her backdoor very slowly, giving her little to no warning as the plug finds sanctuary inside of her.

I can hear her whimpering into the mattress now, caught so mercilessly between desire and repulsion. She has no idea how much farther we have to go together. I climb off of her bed for a few moments and scower beneath her bed, pulling out a cardboard box that makes her eyes spring with renewed life. I open the flap and slide the pink dildo out of the clear plastic bag. I pull out the leather harness that goes with it and let her watch me slide the realistic pink cock onto the stud.

Normally she’d be wearing it to penetrate her husband. I’ve witnessed her doing it dozens of times. But tonight its all for her. I turn the harness inside out and feel the seven inch phallus flop around in my hands. I squeeze out some more lube from the tube I carried in with me and I stroke it up and down the entire length of the shaft.

My fingers wander back along her lips and I stroke them inside her a few times, watching her squirm. Slipping my fingers out once more I ease the head of the pink dildo inside her lips and twist the fake cock as I force it inside of her, watching her lips draw inward as it drags them along. She’s filled to the brim by now, both holes stretched to the point of driving her insane. I run the leg straps over her thighs and feed each one through the accompanying steel buckles where I tighten the fit snugly.

I watch her body dance as I climb onto the bed behind her, unzipping my crotch as I slide up between her legs. The pink cock inside of her is so tight I know she’s likely to break me off upon entry, but the sheer power of that knowledge is all I need. First I work the vibrating plug out of her, watching her hole threaten to turn itself inside out as her inner walls cling to the retreating invader.

Not to worry, my dear. You shan’t be empty for much longer. In one smooth motion I position my head against her opening and slide my cock between her cheeks, feeling the heat of her backdoor against the underbelly. She pushes back against me, like before, and I tighten my grip into her buttocks. I pull my hips back and position my head at her anus, and with one firm thrust I pierce her opening. My fingers dig deep into her fleshy cheeks, pulling her onto me as I drill deep into her bottom.

I can hear her near to crying now, so close to cumming it must be agony. She’s holding back, even now. Hovering on that cruel precipice.

So I give her what she needs to make it whole. “Come for Daddy, baby.”

As she clearly hears and recognizes my voice and the release granted by those words she loses control finally, her insides erupting in a tide of pleasure and pain and ecstasy that rivals any I’ve seen before. I grit my teeth and slam into her again, burying every last inch of myself into her as she climaxes, one after another after another until she’s spent beyond the capacity to even exist.

If not for the restraints she would collapse in a sweating heap of human flesh. Several seconds pass before I realize I’ve cum too. I wipe my hand across my forehead, beaded in sweat, and slowly pull my withering cock out of her ass, placing my hand upon her lower back as she shivers. Without hesitation I pull out the knife and cut her bonds, catching her as she falls forward, exhausted. I turn her over and pull the blanket over her as she smiles up at me, unable to even reach her hand up and touch my face.

“Did you miss me?” I ask as I lean forward and kiss her cheek.

“Mmm hmmm” she nods, blinking her eyes as she finally succumbs to her body’s need for rest. I watch over her as she slumbers in peace. My life. My love. My wife.