Liar (Part 2)

1.

I pulled into the driveway around six, pleased to see that the Slut had followed orders. Annie’s car was in the driveway, the red Audi blocking the Slut’s car in. I grabbed the bags from the back seat and went to the front door. Locked. I rang the doorbell and Annie answered.

“Dean! Good to see you!” She said, her black hair fell down the front of her blouse, reaching her pierced navel. She turned and walked into the kitchen and I followed, watching the sway of her hips.

The Slut was in the kitchen, glass of wine in hand, flipping through her phone. I set the bags down on the counter next to her, disturbing her.

“Oh, Dean,” she started.

“What was that?” I asked, a hard note in my voice.

“Annie’s here,” she told me. Her eyes revealed how nervous she was, though her voice stayed level.

“Obviously.” I looked up and gave her a brief smile before turning back to my wife. “You’re to call me Sir, or did you forget?”

Annie stopped what she was doing and looked at us. Amy held my gaze, measuring her options.

“I didn’t forget, Sir.” She looked at the ground. Her head turned to the bags on the counter and she looked up to me.

“They’re for you, yes.”

She opened them and started pulling items out. Annie walked around the counter silently and looked along with her, her hand patting Amy’s hair gently. There was no doubt that they had talked about this morning. Annie looked up at me while Amy finished unpacking the bags. She unfolded the skirts and stockings on the counter.

“What’s this?” She asked.

“This is your new outfit for when you’re at home. This is all you’ll wear.”

Amy looked at Annie, who gave her a weak smile.

“But this is–”

“Almost nothing? Yes, that’s right. If you recall, you’re a free use girl now. I want to have access at all times, and I like looking at you in a skirt and stockings, ergo, the outfit.”

She put the clothes down after a quick examination and sighed.

“Amy,” I said.

She looked up at me from the chair.

“You’re in the house right now.”

“You can’t mean… Annie’s right here! I’m not changing in the kitchen!” Her objection fell flat as Annie turned her face to look at her.

“Baby I don’t think you have a choice…” Annie said softly, looking at me. I nodded, and Annie lifted the cropped tee from Amy’s chest. The cold air gave Amy’s skin goosebumps and a shiver ran through her. She crossed her arms over her breasts and looked at the floor. Taking a deep breath, she stood and Annie removed the skirt Amy had been wearing since the morning. Amy took a new one, red and black plaid, and slipped it over her well-shaped thighs. It barely covered her mound.

“You can’t be serious, Sir,” she half-pleaded.

“Stockings next,” I replied. She sat on the stool and Annie slid the stockings onto her feet.

“And the final piece, I’m very proud of.” I went back to the entryway and grabbed a long, thin box from the bench. I re-entered the kitchen and handed Annie the box. She opened it and gasped.

“It’s beautiful!” She said, pulling a soft leather choker with a silver loop from the box. She slid the cool necklace around Amy’s neck and held her hair up, buckling it snugly. The loop of silver hung in the middle of Amy’s throat. I tugged at it softly and gave her a pat on the cheek.

Amy stood in the kitchen in her new home outfit, her hair falling, covering her nipples, her puffy lips pouting at her situation.

“I think it’s sexy!” Annie said, trying to lighten the mood. “Give us a spin, baby!”

Amy turned to her friend, tears welling in her eyes. She spun slowly, giving me a good look at her whole body. Her thin back tapered tightly to her waist. Her dimples formed symmetrically above her butt.

“Now, Annie, as to why you’re here.” I said, finishing Amy’s cup of wine before turning to face Annie.

“Your friend here, the Slut, has been cheating on me, which I’m guessing you know, and probably helped facilitate.”

Annie nodded, opening her mouth to say something. I held my finger up for her to be silent.

“You’re here because she has new rules, and I was hoping you’d help her follow them. I figured since you helped cause this mess, you should help clean it up.” Annie sat down on the bar stool next to Amy, still petting her friend’s hair in comfort.

“I suppose that makes sense. What can I do to help?”

“She has a curfew, eight o’clock. You’ll make sure she’s home by then. She won’t be sleeping with any other men anymore, either. She belongs to me, and you’ll ensure she doesn’t stray.” I listed a few more basic things, like she was to help her with her appearance every morning and go with her everywhere.

“I have a job, Dean, I can’t be with her 24/7.” She objected.

“About that. I’m prepared to pay you for this, whatever your current salary is, I’ll match it. I’m sure it’ll be less than what she was spending when she had free will.”

Annie took a long pause, she poured herself a glass of wine and sipped.

“What if I have an emergency and can’t be with her?”

“I was hoping you’d speak to Gemma about having her cover for you if that happened.”

“I suppose I can do that. Okay, I’ll be her keeper,” she giggled at the word, and gave Amy a kiss on the head. “After all, I love my girl.”

“If it will make it easier, you can move in here. I can make the spare room up for you, you can make it your own.” I offered, knowing that it would be the best option.

“That sounds lovely, I’m tired of my apartment anyway, it’s so empty. It’ll be nice living with friends.” She smiled and turned toward the hallway to leave. I followed her to the door, holding her hand for support while she put her shoes on.

“One more thing, Annie,” I said as she opened the door. “Amy’s no longer allowed to have orgasms. Without my permission, at least. So if you catch her trying to get herself off, please put a stop to it.”

Annie lifted herself up on her toes and kissed my cheek, leaving a red stain. “No worries,” she whispered.

“Sir.”

2.

I returned to the kitchen, my cheek burning from where Annie had kissed it. Amy was drinking wine from the bottle, and I walked in mid-sip.

“Well, I have great taste. You DO look fucking hot,” I jeered. She put the bottle down on the counter and flipped me off. Her tits jiggled with the sharp movement. Her smooth slit peeked out from under her skirt.

“Fuck you.”

“Good idea! Come here and get on your knees.” I ordered.

“You’re a dick.” Tears welled in her eyes. “This is so humiliating. And Annie? Really? You brought my best friend into this?”

I hooked my finger into the loop of her choker and pulled her to her feet. She stood in front of me, tears streaming down her face. I turned her around and pushed her head down to the counter, the cool granite made her jump and fresh goosebumps formed on her body.

“Fuck yourself,” she spat at me, but didn’t resist my positioning of her body. Her ass stuck out in the air, the skirt barely trying to hide her skin. I flipped it up and caressed the soft flesh of her muscled ass.

“Ah, fuck!” She screamed. My hand came down hard on the bare flesh of her ass cheek. A red handprint began to well up as I spanked her again. My cock twitched in my pants. “You fucking prick,” she said, tears dripping from her chin.

“From now on, you get discipline,” I emphasized the word with another sharp crack across her flushed behind. “You disobey me, you get punished.” Another hard smack landed. I pulled her face from the granite. “But if you follow orders, you know, do what you’re told, don’t piss me the fuck off, I’ll treat you well, maybe even nicely.” I wiped the tears from her eyes as she nodded her understanding.

“Now, I told you to get on your knees.

3.

Amy knelt down in front of me. She reached up and unzipped my pants. My cock throbbed at the sight of her pouting face. Her thin fingers reached into my opened pants and freed my prick. I pulsed in her hand as she stroked up and down its length, forcing it to grow larger and thicker. I leaned back against the counter, my cock jutting out toward her face. She took my balls in her hand and massaged them,squeezing tightly and releasing them. Precum formed at the tip and dripped to the floor. Her hot breath breezed on the sensitive head of my prick.

“Suck it, Amy. Suck my thick cock, and be thankful for it.” I ordered.

“Yes, Sir,” Amy’s lips parted and she took my cock-head in her mouth. “Thank you, Sir.” She said between licks. She ran her tongue down the underside of my shaft, forcing my cock to twitch at the sparks caused by the warm touch. Her mouth found my balls and she sucked gently on them while she stroked my length. Her warm mouth traveled back up my cock, her wet tongue licking vigorously, and engulfed my throbbing tip. She worked it to the back of her throat and out again, leaving it shining as it emerged from her lips, her cheeks collapsing, before she took it back in. Her left hand stroked what she couldn’t fit, while her right squeezed my heavy sack.

“I forgot my– Woah.” Annie’s voice broke through the air, and Amy released my throbbing cock. “I forgot my phone…” Annie spoke to herself. She bit her lip and went to get it from the counter.

“Hey Annie. Slut, I never said stop sucking.” I said sternly. I turned to face Annie. “Would you be a huge help and spank Amy for me. I never told her to stop sucking.”

Annie came back around the counter and knelt down next to Amy. She put her chin on Amy’s shoulder and spoke to her softly.

“Amy, baby, you have to keep sucking Sir.” She kissed Amy’s ear and brought her hand down firmly on her ass. Amy jumped at the impact, but took my cock back into her mouth. “That’s a good girl. You do what Sir says, right?” Another smack landed on Amy’s backside. She nodded around my prick. “You’re Sir’s slut, Amy, and now I work for him. I keep you in line,” another smack echoed through the kitchen. Annie put her hand on Amy’s head and shoved it down on my cock. I slid down her throat as Amy gargled for breath. “I love you, Amy baby. It’s better for me to do this than a stranger, right?” Amy nodded as much as she could. Annie let Amy back up and she took a deep breath.

My balls tightened as I watched Annie discipline Amy. Amy’s warm mouth slid over my cock expertly, taking the whole thing down into the tightness of her throat.

“Thank Annie for her help, Amy,” I ordered.

My cock fell from her mouth with a ‘pop’. “Thank you, Annie,” she coughed out before returning her mouth to my prick. Annie looked up at me with a smile.

“Was that good?” She asked. I gave her a thumbs up and she grabbed my hand, sucking my thumb into her mouth. I leaned my head back, my eyes rolling back into my head as Annie matched the sucking Amy was giving me. Amy’s mouth sucked harder as she felt my cock throb, knowing the finish line was in sight.

“I’m gonna cum, Slut.” I moaned out. Amy gripped my nuts hard and I grunted, my cock swelled. I looked down at Amy’s bobbing head, her lips stretched thin around my engorged shaft. My cum came in thick ropes, filling Amy’s mouth, and she swallowed as fast as she could, her tongue working the underside of my cock while she tried not to spill. Her hand pumped my shaft, coaxing every drop from my tightened balls into her warm mouth. Sperm seeped from the corner of her lips, and Annie wiped it up with her finger and licked it clean, causing another series of hard throbs to course through my hard member.

“I need to go get my things,” Annie said. I helped her off the ground while Amy licked at my softening cock. Annie leaned in close and gave me a soft kiss, her tongue darting out to lick my lips. My cock gave a limp throb as I tasted her warm spit. She gazed into my eyes and slid her hand into her waistband. Her fingers emerged slick and wet. She wiped them on my lips and kissed me again, sharing her taste with me. She bent down to Amy and gave her a kiss on her swollen lips. “Love you, baby. I’ll see you later, okay?” Amy nodded, and Annie turned and left.

“Nice girl,” I said, smiling at Amy.

“Yeah, I guess.” Amy wiped her face and stood. A small puddle had formed beneath her, her cunt still aching and on edge from the morning. A thin string of her wetness ran from the floor to her damp slit. It broke as she walked back to her wine.

“You can act like you’re not enjoying this, but the shine between your thighs tells a different story.” I teased.

“I’m fucking horny. You didn’t let me cum this morning, and then you put this collar on me and make me suck your cock, and all I can think about while I’m sucking it is how good it would feel filling me up.” She sighed and took a sip from the bottle. “And then, my best friend comes in, and starts whispering in my ear, and, and spanking me, and kissing me…” She trailed off. She stood, her bottle now empty, and went to get a fresh one from the cellar. When she returned a moment later I was ordering dinner. She unfolded a new skirt from the counter, the one she had on was damp. She took her bottle and went to the living room to lay on the couch. I followed her in and sat on the other end of the couch. She flipped the TV on and I went upstairs to change into sweats. Once I changed, we sat in silence for a while, watching TV.

4.

“Can you fuck me, please?” She broke the silence. “I just want to cum. Please, Sir.” She begged from across the couch. Her knees were open and I could see her slit dripping onto the leather.

“I’ll have Annie take care of you when she gets back.” I replied, turning back to the TV.

“I want your cock, I don’t want Annie,” she pleaded.

“Well, you get Annie. Now, stop complaining.”

She rubbed her knees together in the silence, opening and closing them, her pussy in full view. Her fingers slid down her skirt and found the wet hole waiting for them. I watched her slide them inside, her juices dripping out from the puffy lips. She worked two, then three of her slim digits into her waiting cunt. A shiver ran through her, her nipples hardened as her fingers stretched her lips open. A soft moan escaped her lips. Her head lay back and she slid her ass down and opened her legs all the way. Juices dribbled down her little brown anus as she worked her slit.

My cock jumped to attention and I freed it from my pants. I stroked up and down gently, watching my wife work her fingers slowly, deeply inside herself. Her moans got louder. I reached my hand over, wiping her thighs clean of the wetness covering them, and lathered my shaft in her pussy juices. I stroked hard and fast on my cock, squeezing the tip at the top and twisting my hand on the way down. Precum dripped from my cock hole and I squeezed my shaft tightly, pulling more from deep in my balls.

Amy writhed on the couch, her ass lifting from the cushion and dropping back down as she pumped her hand into her eager pussy. Her clit throbbed and she smacked it lightly, causing her cunt to clamp down on her fingers. Her head jolted up and she shuddered. She looked over at me pumping my cock furiously.

“Oh, fuck, Sir. That looks so good. Bring it here so I can get it wet for you,” Amy begged. Her voice hoarse and breathing ragged. “Let me suck it down my throat, please, Sir.”

I stood and walked over to her and she wrapped her lips around my prick. A low groan escaped my mouth as she took me deeper.

“Fuck, Slut, that’s it. Good girl.” I moaned, she cupped my balls and gave them a hard squeeze. More precum dripped into her mouth and she licked her tongue over my cock slit, lapping up the salty fluid. “Suck my thick cock, Amy.”

She attacked it greedily, her cheeks sucking in, vacuuming me blood to the head of my prick. I shuddered as she swirled her tongue around it, and my cock jerked in her lips.

“Will you fuck my pussy now, please?” She begged. “Please fuck my little cunt, Sir. I’ve been so good today, and it’s wet and aching for your thick cock. Please fill my little pussy, Sir” She said, looking deeply into my eyes, her tongue darting back out to lick my cock hole. Her hand pumped my shaft while she moaned her words out. She sucked the pussy juice from her fingers and spread her labia, opening her hole for me. I saw the muscles clenching and gaping, begging for my thick cock to spread them, to stretch them open.

I moved down, knelt below her on the couch, and lined my cock up with the hungry cunt. Her asshole winked at me as I slid my fingers inside her, gathering juices to lubricate my shaft. I rubbed her wetness up and down, salivating at her dark pink pussy hole and the tightness it held. A heavy moan escaped her lips, and her hips bucked at my fingers. 

I stroked my shaft, putting the head of my cock against her slippery hole. I could feel the walls of her cunt contracting, readying themselves for my intrusion. My balls tightened as I readied my first thrust. Amy grabbed both of her tits and humped at my prick, trying to force me inside.

“Fuck me,” She begged. “Fuck my dirty slut pussy, Sir.” Her eyes were closed and she was tugging at her nipples. I reached up and kneaded the soft flesh of her tit in my hand. “God fucking damnit, Sir. Fuck my whore cunt.” Her demand coaxed a hard throb out of my cock and the head slid inside. A loud grunt escaped her parted lips and her hips started fucking back at me with a new fervor. “Ungh. Fuck it’s thick. Put the whole thing in, Sir. Stretch my little pussy.” Her back arched and she lifted her ass, sliding more of my cock into the tight hole. Her pussy lips folded inward, dragged inside by the thickness of my prick. Her cunt gripped my cock head like a vise, squeezing me and sucking me deeper.

“Oh shit,” I groaned, her tight hole clamped down on my cock, forcing low grunts from deep within me.  I stuck my finger in her mouth and she sucked it in. A knock came at the front door.

“Food’s here.” I said, smirking. Amy’s eyes opened wide.

“No… No no no, no, please.” She gasped. Her legs wrapped around my back, trying to keep me inside. I pulled my cock from the tight hole and sat back on the couch.

“Better go get it.” I said.

“Will you put it back in when you get back? Please?” She sobbed.

“What do you mean ‘when I get back’? You go get it.” I ordered. She stared at me, her expression changing from lust to worry.

“I can’t go get it, I’m basically fucking naked.”

“You’ll be fine, it’s probably just some teenager. He’ll get a kick out of it.”

“I don’t give a FUCK if he’ll get a kick out of it. I’m not showing some delivery guy my tits. I look like a fucking slut, Dea– Sir.” She looked away from me, realizing her mistake. She stood, her head hanging low, and walked to the door. The knock came again, louder this time. Her shoulders lifted as she took a deep breath, and turned the doorknob.

5.

“Well don’t you look cute. Well, sweaty… You look fucking horny, babe.” The voice came from outside. Annie stepped through the door holding a paper bag. “Met the guy on the steps, told him I’d take care of it.” She looked past Amy to the living room, where I sat, cock fully hard and in my hand.

“Hey Annie, thanks for getting the food. There’s cash in my wallet you can grab.”

“No worries, Dean! Looks like maybe I interrupted something?” She took her coat and shoes off and brought the food into the room, setting it on the table. Amy followed and sat in the wet spot on the couch. Annie reached over and flicked the head of my cock. “It’s time to eat, put that thing away.”

I pulled my pants back up and we ate. Amy was silent, though she did throw a few pleading looks my way. Annie talked up a storm. She had brought a few boxes of her stuff to start the move. I told her we’d help her carry them in after dinner. Annie looked Amy over, thinking for a minute.

“Why don’t I get an outfit?” She asked.

I paused, mid bite.

“I suppose you can have one. What would you like?”

“Hey, what the fuck?” Amy interjected. “How come she gets to choose?”

“Because she wasn’t cheating on me, Amy, she wants to do this.”

Amy pouted on the end of the sofa while Annie pondered her outfit.

“I guess, something like hers? I’d like a collar like that. And the stockings are nice. Maybe a garter belt? And a short skirt like hers. And a puffy blouse. And a leash to match our collars.” She said, smiling. She turned to Amy and patted her knee. The mental image she conjured caused my soft cock to grow.

Annie smiled at the twitch in my pants.

“That’ll do nicely,” She said, and went back to eating.

Later that night, as I fell asleep on the couch, I watched Amy and Annie snuggle close on the far end of the couch. When I awoke, They were just coming down from upstairs. Amy was fully clothed, and Annie trailed behind her.

“We are going shopping, Sir,” Amy said, unsure of her words.

“We’ll be getting more of these,” Annie said. She pointed to the skirt that had been left on the couch last night. “And also my uniform.” Annie bit her finger and winked at me.

I sat, blinking the tired from my eyes. “You know the rules, back by curfew and all that.” The wetness from Amy’s pussy had dried on my cock, and I went to the shower to clean up. As I got undressed I pictured Annie and Amy returning in their uniforms. I stepped into the shower and pictured Amy from last night, her legs spread, fingering her hole deeply. My cock swelled and I took it in my hand, stroking it. I pictured Annie next to her, her legs spread wide, pussy clutching at the air, ready for my cock to stretch it open. I let my mind wander, imagining the tightness of her cunt wrapped around my shaft. My hand gripped harder as I slid it up and down, milking the hard rod. I felt Annie’s pussy gripping me, pulling me deeper. Her legs were wrapped around me, heels locked together, pulling me inside. My hand wrapped around her throat, my pelvis smacked her own and my balls pounded against her anus as I rammed myself deep inside. 

Cum inside me, Dean, she begged. Give me your load, give me that thick sperm.

Cum boiled from my shaft as I imagined filling her, breeding her tight cunt while Amy watched. My head rested on the shower wall as I bit my arm, moaning loudly. Milky sperm shot from my cock, rope after rope guided out by my hand, my balls were wrenched tight in their sack. My orgasm subsided and my cum dripped onto the tile below me and washed down the drain. My cock strained as I pulled the last drops free. I finished my shower and went to lay down, drained from yesterday, and fell asleep on the bed.

-Myistek