How Far Is Too Far?
Copyright© 2025 by DontJudgeMe
Chapter 9
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 9 - David and Jia discover a new kink, but how far will they go?
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Workplace Cuckold Slut Wife MaleDom Humiliation Light Bond Rough Interracial White Male Oriental Female Facial Masturbation Oral Sex Big Breasts Body Modification Size
Jia was in the bedroom making herself ready for yet another date or whatever with Tom, and I was sitting on the couch, feeling just a wee bit troubled by it all.
Last night had been such a downer, and I couldn’t help but blame Jia. Not that I was angry with her, not really, but I was definitely more than a little disappointed. I’d gotten us a table in one of the most exclusive restaurants in town, for crying out loud! I didn’t even want to know what kind of favours Dad had had to call in for that, but I knew it’d been in vain - not that I’d ever tell him that.
She’d been on the phone a lot and acted strange when not. The teasing fun that the night had started with vanished before the main-course even arrived, and when we got home, she’d developed a terrible migraine that prohibited any physical activity. Of course she couldn’t help that, and if she wasn’t in the mood then fine, but there was just something that didn’t add up. Something I couldn’t quite put my finger on.
We hadn’t had sex in four days, and fine, no problem, people go for longer without all the time. Before Tom entered our lives, I’d often - often - been among them. But she’d fucked Tom Wednesday, and right now she was dolling herself up for yet another round. Which meant that since I hadn’t gotten laid since Monday, he’d get more sex from Jia than me this week. That just seemed ... wrong. I was the husband, he was the ... whatever he was.
And no, I didn’t count the handjob I got Wednesday while she told me about how Tom had wrecked her pussy. But perhaps I should. Perhaps that was what counted as sex for me now.
All in all that added up to a rather concerned husband...
The door to the bedroom opened, and a vision appeared. A beautiful, raven-haired woman in a thin, sexy red top that was waaay to tight for anyone not to stare at her big tits. Its thin straps left the tattoo on her shoulder bare, showing the world her lily. She’d been very keen on showing it off ever since she got it, and despite not being into tattoos, I had to admit it gave her a kind of ... flavour. There was something naughty about it, especially the way she was always flaunting it. The fact that I’d been against it, and that Tom, the fat creep had been the one to help her get it only heightened its erotic quality - at least in my twisted mind.
The skirt she was wearing was short and tight, clinging to her sexy hips like a second layer of skin and didn’t reach the top of her black thigh-highs, creating that gap of bare skin that was oh, so sexy.
The black stilettos completed the outfit and gave her an alluring, swaying walk. She’d told me that she hated those shoes and only wore them to make her ass look fantastic ... which was why she was wearing them now, when going to see Tom and not last night when she was out with me. Not that there’d been anything wrong with her shoes last night, nothing like that but ... must he always get everything?
“Sooo ... what do you think?” she asked and stopped in front of me, her eyes sparkling mischievously. As always, her make-up was impeccable. Long, dark eye-lashes, dark eye-shadow and a bright red lip-stick. Maybe she’d run out of time though, because instead of a intricate hair-do, she’d tied her hair in a pony-tail that happily bounced with her every step.
She did a quick pirouette, circling on her towering heels and showing off her marvelous behind, even shaking it a bit to the delight of my greedy eyes.
“You look divine,” I answered. She stopped and gave me a searching look, probably hearing something insincere in my voice.
“You okay, nae sarang?” she asked.
“Yeah, yeah, of course,” I forced a smile. I almost asked her to stay at home with me, but didn’t want to rock the boat. I knew she wanted to go, and I didn’t want her to stay home against her wishes. Didn’t want to force her to spend time with her husband.
“Okay, good,” she smiled, taking my words at face value. She didn’t question my lack of enthusiasm at all, and it made me feel strangely deserted. Like, she didn’t care? Of course I should speak up if I was displeased or uneasy about the situation, but shouldn’t she also be absolutely sure I was enjoying it?
She bent down and gave me a long, soul-filled kiss, even opening her mouth and letting her tongue into mine.
“I’ll see you later tonight,” she said and squeezed my dick that quickly came to life in her small hand.
“I’m looking forward to it,” I answered, and that at least was the truth. If only she wasn’t too exhausted or too sore or too something else...
“I love you,” she whispered and gave me a last kiss.
“Love you too,” I answered and watched her ass as it swayed out of the room. I considered getting up and see her off but I didn’t have the energy.
I heard her “see you” just before the door slammed, leaving me, once again, alone with just my thoughts.
Jia
David hadn’t seemed as enthusiastic as usual, and that was worrisome. Was he losing his desire for this whole thing?
He was getting the short end of the stick, I had to admit. As I drove to Tom’s I pondered what could be done to get him to enjoy it more, to get him fired up like he used to be.
More sex was probably the answer. If only Tom would see that - he was risking an awful lot by not letting David get his fill. If David decided it wasn’t worth it anymore, Tom and I would be done, and where would he be then? Alone without his kitten. And I’d be without my Daddy and his big cock and bigger orgasms.
On the other hand, I wouldn’t have to undergo the humiliations that getting those orgasms required. Maybe we should just pull the plug, if David wasn’t happy with the arrangement?
That thought created a knot in my stomach, a big, uncomfortable knot that told me that I didn’t want that. I didn’t want to go back to ordinary sex. The very thought of never feeling Tom’s majestic monster in my mouth again was terrible. I needed that cock!
No, not needed, of course, that’d be ridiculous. But I wanted it ... a lot. A whole lot. So, summa summarum, I would have to convince Tom to let David fuck me more ... make love to me more. That thought made me laugh quietly. I needed to persuade my lover to let my husband have more sex with me. How messed up was that? I shook my head and laughed again at the absurdity of it all.
I didn’t feel the need to have my usual discussion with myself outside Tom’s door tonight. The thought from earlier about David possibly killing the affair had created a need for my big, strong lover’s presence, no matter what he had in store for me. And I had a feeling there might be something ... unpleasant in waiting for me tonight, his warning from Thursday still fresh in my mind. I’d been good yesterday though, disappointing both David and myself on his command. That had to count for something, right?
I unlocked the door and stepped inside. As I unzipped my jacket, revealing my sexy outfit, I wondered where he was. There was no sound from the living-room, no TV running. It was more than a little unnerving, actually. Tom didn’t often stray from the script...
“Tom? Da-daddy?” I wondered. Should I still go get a beer for him? Where was he even?
“In here,” came his voice from the bedroom. Not knowing what else to do, I shrugged and followed the sound. He was standing next to his bed, waiting for me. The lamp on the ceiling was off, so the only light came from a small lamp on his nightstand and from the door behind me. It cast the room in glum shadows, and this whole detour from our normal routine seemed quite sinister. An unpleasant feeling started in my stomach, but what could I really do? I stayed in the doorway, wearily looking at him.
“Looking good, kitten,” he commented, drinking in my thin top and short skirt. He in turn wore his trade-mark t-shirt and boxers, having put exactly zero effort into his presentation.
“Thank you,” I said, then paused. That was not the right approach at all. That was not the way to appease him.
“I mean, thank you, Daddy,” I said in that girlish voice he enjoyed and with a nervous swallow, I sashayed up to him, “I wore it for you...”
“I know you did, kitten,” he said and smiled down at me. He leaned down as if to kiss me, but put his lips right next to my ear: “you’ve been a bad girl.”
“Noooo ... I’m sorry, Daddy...” I said, trying for a reprieve. Hopefully humbling myself would be enough ... or at least mitigate the pain to come.
“Yes. Yes, you have,” his voice was tender, soft, but there was a gleeful malice in his eyes, made so much worse by the darkness in the room, “and you’ll have to get punished...”
“Soooorry, Daddy...” I whined. As unworthy as this was for a grown, educated woman, I was getting into it. It did something to me, and I felt myself grow damp between my legs.
He picked something up from the bed and let it dangle from his hand. At first I couldn’t make out what it was, something that reflected the sparse light ... oh fuck, it was a pair of handcuffs! The realisation sent a chill down my spine.
An honest-to-goodness pair of handcuffs. And they didn’t look like the flimsy kind one can buy as a joke or toy. They looked authentic. Like the kind a police-officer would use.
“What ... what are you going to do...?” I wondered in my normal voice, fear and excitement rushing through me. I tried to swallow but my mouth had gone dry. My eyes were drawn to the metallic restraints in his hand. There was something remarkably intimidating about them, something dark and foreboding.
“It’s not that hard to figure out, Jia-girl. You’ve been bad, and you need to be punished. So I’m gonna punish you.” The way he said it, it didn’t sound like a game. It sounded very, very real.
“What ... what if I don’t want that?” I objected.
“I can see your nipples, Jia,” he smirked at me.
I quickly looked down at my top, and yeah, my traitorous little nubs did their best to push through the thin fabric. Damn those little sluts!
“Strip,” he commanded. Just one word that sent an electric tingle though me.
What were my options?
I could refuse. Then he’d take the clothes off me with ease, and that would probably not lessen the incoming punishment.
I could run. Even in heels, I could most likely get to the door and out, before he caught me. Then we’d be in public, and he’d have to back off. But he wouldn’t follow me. Tom wasn’t that kind of monster - if I really refused, he’d just show me the door. He’d never rape me. Would he?
No, he wouldn’t. I was sure of that, though that little bit of doubt made it all so thrillingly dangerous.
Did I want to opt out though? My nipples said no. And my wet pussy said no. It was only my pride and fear that resisted.
So the final option was to obey and endure. How bad could it be? And hadn’t obeying always brought extreme amounts of pleasure? Pleasure that I a couple of months ago had no idea even was possible. Orgasms that David could only dream of giving me.
I realised I’d made my decision and slowly nodded. Without taking my eyes off those dangling cuffs, I pulled my top off, freeing my ladies and throwing it to the floor.
“Leave them,” he said when I moved to kick off my shoes, so I shrugged and wiggled out of my skirt and then finally my tiny, black panties.
Like a porn-star I stood in front of him, completely naked except thigh-highs and stilettos. And like a porn-star, my nipples were like pebbles and my pussy would soon spill over with its juices.
“Fuck, you’re sexy,” he smiled as he took in my naked body. I popped my hip and put a hand on it, striking a better pose for his admiring eyes, and he couldn’t hold back a grin.
“Get on the bed, you sexy slut,” he commanded in a lighter tone and I obeyed immediately. The time for rebellion was long past.
He directed me to lay on my back and raised my hands above my head.
Click! He slid one cuff around my wrist, pulled and manipulated it until he was satisfied. He then drew the chain through the bars of the headboard and slapped the other cuff on my other wrist. Finally, he tightened both cuffs with metallic clicks until I couldn’t wiggle out of them. I couldn’t pull them much either - I was secured tightly to the bed.
In other words, I was stuck. I was completely at his mercy ... and that was a thoroughly frightening thought.
At the same time, it was also an insanely erotic feeling, and I couldn’t wait for him to touch me. I needed him. I needed his big strong hands, his overpowering cock.
He sat down right next to me, his warm thighs touching me.
“First, I need to know, HOW bad you’ve been, kitten. So, did you fuck your little hubby last night?”
“What? No, I didn’t,” I answered. Caught off guard by the question, I had nothing but the truth for him, but ... why were we discussing this now?
“Voice!” he barked and slapped me hard on my right thigh, just above my stocking. Really hard, and it really hurt!
“Ouch!” I gasped and tried to pull away but the chains made moving extremely awkward. He glared at me, a challenge in his eyes ... a challenge I didn’t rise to.
“No, Daddy, I didn’t,” I answered in the high-pitched, girly voice he was training me to use.
He stared into my eyes for a good, long while, and I tried to show my honesty, keeping all deceit away. First, I wasn’t good at lying and second, being chained and spanked pretty much removed my outer layers of defense. I only had the truth left.
“Good. Good...” he nodded, “that’s good. For you. That means, I won’t have to use this.” He reached down and picked something up from the floor. It looked like a stick at first but at closer inspection, I saw that it was a long, vicious-looking riding crop.
“I...” I licked my lips, not knowing what to say.
“So, we won’t be needing this tonight,” he said and threw it back on the floor.
“What ... what are you going to do ... Daddy?” I asked, keeping my voice high-pitched for him. I was breathing hard, so completely turned on by being so utterly at his mercy. Not knowing what he was going to do was disconcerting, of course, but it was also undeniably erotic to let go and surrender in this way.
“Nothing...” he smiled and bent down and took one of my hard nipples in his mouth. He bit it teasingly and sent a bolt of arousal through me. He kissed and licked his way to my other and gave it the same playful experience.
“Oooh...” I sighed. It was a brand new experience, being tied up like this. I couldn’t touch him, encourage him or stop him. I was under his heel, completely, totally. And I loved it. He could do with me whatever he wanted, and I’d just have to take it.
Hopefully, that ‘whatever he wanted’ would include his big, fat cock and my tiny, but extremely wet pussy. I certainly wouldn’t mind having to take that. His hand slid down my stomach and my freshly-shaved vulva and down to...
“Ah!” I sighed when he finally touched my needy pussy. His fingers slid across my clitoris but didn’t linger, instead went further down to my greedy hole.
“Are you wet, kitten?” he wondered out loud, as if the evidence wasn’t smeared on his fingers.
“So wet, Daddy!” I agreed. We both knew it, and I didn’t have a whole lot of dignity left to protect.
“‘Cause you’re a slut?” he speculated.
“Uh-huh!” I readily admitted. We both knew that too after all, and, as I mentioned, being tied down had shed me of my need for pride and decency. It had left me with just raw feelings, raw need.
“Uh! Ooooh...” I moaned as his broad fingers entered me. Oh, it felt good. He fingered me, making me moan and cry. He worked it for a while, though it didn’t take him long to get me to the edge but then he stopped.
That was alright though. I preferred to cum on his mighty cock anyway. It was always better that way.
He brought his fingers up to my mouth, and once again I engaged in that display of submission he’d trained me to. Even though his finger usually wasn’t covered in my pussy-juice when I did this, I was very well aware of what was expected. I opened my mouth and sucked his finger, cleaning it of my musky liquid. I still didn’t like the taste, but licking it off Daddy’s finger was completely different from kissing David after he’d gone down on me.
“There’s a good kitten,” he mumbled and gave me another finger to clean. I did that too without any protest. What would a protest even have helped now? I was caught, wasn’t I? Trapped like a beast.
He pulled his finger out of my mouth and shed first his t-shirt, leaving his muscular upper-body naked and then his boxers, finally freeing that big monster I was here to see. I followed it with my eyes as it happily bobbed up and down. He knee-walked up to my head, and I knew what was coming next. Finally.
He grabbed my head and lifted it off the mattress, making my mouth an easier target, and then he fed me that big snake.
It filled my mouth. Its strength and its power overwhelmed me, and I subserviently licked and sucked it. It quickly grew in size and hardness, and he started to fuck my mouth, forcing my head back and forth in time with his thrusts. I gagged, I drooled, I cried and I almost threw up several times ... and I loved it. I loved serving his big, fat cock like this. I was so turned on, so wet for him, so eager and willing that I’d let him do whatever he wanted with me right now.
Take me to a beautiful restaurant, wine and dine me, treat me like a lady, and you’ll meet a cold bedroom. Tie me to a bed and abuse my mouth and you’ll get everything you want.
I was such a mess.
“Fuck, you’re good!” he grunted. He pulled out, letting me breathe for a second. One hand let go of my head, though they other held tight, keeping me in place. I couldn’t move, I couldn’t use my hands to defend myself.
The slap on my cheek stung. The humiliation burned in me, and I moaned in twisted desire. Slap! Another one, and not a gentle tap either. I whined and tried to rub my needy pussy against the mattress, tried to rub my thighs together for some purchace, tried to do anything that could release the pressure building in me.
“Fuck, you’re a slut, kitten,” he said, almost in disbelief and then he bowed down and kissed me, hard. I eagerly kissed him back, loving how he sucked my tongue into his mouth and bit on it. I groaned into his mouth.
He let go of me and crawled down between my legs, laying on top of me in the tried and true missionary position. His face hovered above me, his eyes locked on mine as he fumbled with his dick and found my eager, eager pussy.
“Yeeeesss...” I groaned loudly when he finally slid into me.
Oh my ... it wasn’t just my mouth he filled. Oh, how I needed this!
“Oh! Oh, yes. Tom ... Daddy ... please...” he took it slow, like a gentleman - a gentleman who enjoyed slapping defenseless women - letting me get used to his full size and girth. Not that I needed long, not anymore. Getting stuffed twice a week by his monster had made me very accommodating.
He built a steady rhythm, in and out, in and out, long, slow strokes, and I met him on every intake, getting him deeper and deeper. Soon, I would take all of him, and then ... then he would really take me. Hard. Mercilessly. The surest and fastest way to an orgasm, and I couldn’t wait.
It felt so good! He crammed himself into my once-tight tunnel, and his mighty tool touched everything, and my brain nearly drowned in pleasure-signals.
“You fucking slut,” he grunted, “huh? Fucking Asian slut!”
I was used to his insults, and I didn’t even care. Maybe I even liked it? It was hard to say, right now there was so much to like.
“Oh!” I gasped when i finally felt his pelvic bone against mine, and I smiled, knowing I had sheathed all of him in me.
Now came the-
“AH!” he hammered into me. Hard. Fast. And again. And again.
“Yeeessss...!” I sighed. Oh, he was getting me there. Please, please sir, may I have some more?
“Uh! Oh! Mhmmm!” I moaned like a common whore as the big O approached. Oh, how I needed it. It was so close! I could almost taste it, please just a little more. Just a little-
What?
Suddenly, there was no more. I was still fucking him back, still trying to meet his thrusts, but he wasn’t there anymore. I looked up at him in confusion.
“No! I am so close! What are you doing...?” I cried. I saw his triumphant grin but I couldn’t comprehend it. What was he doing?
He crawled back up to my face and stuck his wet cock in between my lips. It tasted of me now, but I welcomed it nonetheless while I tried to figure out his game. What was going on?
“Nooooo! Please, Daddy!” I struggled against my cuffs as he pulled out again, the unrelenting metal cutting into my skin but I barely felt it. I was trying to get free, trying to entice him to continue, trying to ... anything! I needed release!
This was the fifth time he’d done this in the last ... I didn’t know how long I’d been here! And it didn’t matter, all that mattered was how cruel he was being. He’d fuck me to the edge of explosion and then stop. What kind of cruel nightmare was this?
“Why? Whylllarh?” My question was cut short when he stuffed my mouth with cock once again, clearly enjoying himself.
This ... this was nothing short of TORTURE! I was so close. I needed that orgasm! I’d EARNED it! I deserved it! Why wouldn’t he let me cum?!
“Haven’t you figured it out yet, kitten?” he grinned down at me.
I tried to look up at him but his belly was in the way. He pulled out and his smirk was as irksome as ever.
“Remember Thursday? At the library? I wanted some ... release, right? And you wouldn’t let me. So now ... I won’t let you.” His grin was perfectly evil as he looked down at me.
“No. NO! Daddy, I need it, please! Please, please, please. Use the crop, please. Just let me cum. Just let me glurgh raaark!” Once again, he used the most effective tool he had to shut me up. My lower body thrashed about, trying to find some kind of relief but there was nothing but air.
I dutifully served his prick while the almost-orgasm diminished. Licking, sucking, kissing, gagging, like a good little girl. Maybe he’d be merciful if I showed how good I was? How docile, how compliant.
I lost track of time as I served him, as he fucked my throat, as I forced down waves of sickness that threatened to spill up and ruin his bedsheet whenever he went too deep. And I did it all with a subservient eagerness, I hoped he noticed and appreciated.
“Please ... Daddy,” I breathed hard when he pulled out and moved down my body again, “please...” Heavens, I was so needy and pathetic, and I didn’t care. Nothing mattered but my orgasm, nothing.
He looked down at me with a cruel smile and slapped my face again. Pretty hard, hard enough to serious sting and send my face to the side.
I didn’t care though. If only he’d let me finish, he could hit me as much as he wanted and wherever he wanted.
“Please, Daddy...” I begged again.
“You want another slap, kitten?” he asked.
I didn’t. I really didn’t. It hurt and it felt so wrong - a man shouldn’t hit a woman, and a woman shouldn’t let a man hit her.
“Yes, Daddy, please ... please hurt me!” I pleaded, my voice stuck in that high pitched in an attempt to placate him.
Of course he obliged and hit my other cheek. The pain was bad, but the humiliation was worse ... and the all-devouring need of my pussy worst of all. I spread my legs invitingly as he crawled in between them, and I gave a delighted cry as he entered me again. I needed it so bad!
He took his time this round, building a steady, hard rhythm that soon had me seeing stars. It was quite possible that he couldn’t do the hard, wild stuff anymore out of fear that his heart would give out, but I didn’t care. All that mattered was his big, cock where it belonged - in my unsatisfied pussy, giving me what I craved.
“Oh Daddy ... oh Daddy, you’re so big, so good. I need you...” I whined. He grunted and huffed and fucked me, just like I needed.