Cougar House
Copyright© 2022 by SZENSEI
Episode 82: MEET PUPPET
Erotica Sex Story: Episode 82: MEET PUPPET - The widow Margo Needy prepared to send her adopted son Elliot off to Paris to a college program for high intellects. Left alone in the wilderness mansion of her late husband, college basketball coach Darryl Needy, she opted to let her son's young friends rent spare rooms to feel safe. Let her secrets and theirs lead Momma Margo down a gloriously erotic path that goes darker by the day. It was time for Margo to let it all hang out. Just like it was time for those boys to become men. BIG TIME!
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Romantic Slavery BiSexual Heterosexual MaleDom Humiliation Rough Spanking Gang Bang Group Sex Orgy Swinging Exhibitionism Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Squirting Tit-Fucking Voyeurism Illustrated
11:00 PM! Rayburn, Pennsylvania! Roughly 45 miles from Wildwood!
Bryce Leeds was busy on his laptop searching for any and all info he could find on the darker side of bondage slavery. After learning his wife Sami aka Samantha had cheated on him with well over two dozen guys, something snapped in the normally gentle tough guy.
A fitness trainer by trade Bryce was 6’4 and built like a medium weight wrestler. Dashing, he always had women drooling, but he himself remained faithful. Until today! Today changed his whole outlook. He loved Sami yet love was obviously not enough to suit her needs, therefore he told himself to Darwin up and evolve. Thus far, the man’s mind was growing darker, his actions following his inner Master’s lead. No more, Mister Nice Guy! NEVER AGAIN!
“Hold still you’re shaking the fucking laptop.”
While seated on the sofa nude Bryce was hunched forward to reach his laptop keys, Their shared laptop rested on Sami’s back, her ass facing him, feet spread wide and beneath the sofa as an anchor. With barely enough room to even place them under there, Bryce’s weight forced down on the sofa made it impossible for her to escape. The furniture’s frame was pressing painfully down on the balls of her feet where the FIBula met the ankle. Perfect in Bryce’s mind, Sam had fibbed far too often.
Was she crying in agony over her imprisonment? Not yet! She loved his new persona, which meant learning to evolve her own respect toward her husband. Holding as still as possible she complied to his outburst. Even more she didn’t want any of the post it-notes stuck to her ass cheeks and thighs to come unglued and flutter off, nor lose the fountain pen he had jammed up her anal pucker like an ink quill. Sami was living the scream!
“Interesting!”
Bryce scrolled down in his reading on behavioral control, how to rebuild your psyche to be a stronger leader. Now that he was on the right path, he really didn’t need to be told how to address his psyche but the more he read he absorbed like a sponge.
“Firming up your tone of voice to direct your intentions is a must. No shit! As if I didn’t know that. Fuck this search shit. I can evolve my own way. As long as I make Sami know who owns her whore ass, I got her under control. If she slips, I punish her harder. Her slutting around behind my back won’t fly anymore. I she does any guy from here on out, I’m there in charge of it. Crazy thing is, I liked seeing her held down and manhandled. The sheer bliss in her face in losing control to Vince and the Rayburn firefighters was like juicing up on an all-time acid trip. I know this cunt loves me she had her wedding band and engagement ring on the entire time. If she didn’t, I’d think otherwise. Her begging for forgiveness in cheating was a turn on. The more she begged the harder I got.” Yeah, he loved her too.
“Fuck this!”
He closed down the laptop and took it from his human desk and sat it on the sofa next to him. Collecting all of the post it-notes with ideas written down on them from her body he piled them on the outer lid of the laptop. Removing the pen from her ass he decided to write, “I’M A STUPID WHORE!” on her butt cheeks. Tensing at the pen’s trail her ticklishness became evident. Once done he slapped her ass and stood up, hiking one leg over her back to walk about and stretch. Sami watched him but remained in her foot prison until he said otherwise. “I’m hungry. What’s open this late?” His carb burn workouts a religious pleasure, he knew he could pretty much eat whatever he wanted.
“Subway!”
Plucking up his cell ready to make a call he snapped his fingers for Sami to leave her ottoman status and kneel on the carpet at his feet. “Ordering Subway. You eat what I order.” She nodded wondering if he might force her appetite to accept things she despised. Samantha was primarily a vegetarian. Not anymore! Oh, but he would let her continue eating cucumbers, but only after she had gotten off on them. His thoughts were everywhere! Every dirty deed he could think of was on his radar. Making an order for Door Dash of pastrami sandwiches he paid up by memorized debit card numbers. Fifteen-minute turn time, Subway was just four blocks away.
Dark outside Bryce opened the front door and stepped out. making Sami crawl out on her hands and knees until he could close the door. She watched Bryce hold his dick and grunt as a stream of urine pelted the grass next to the concrete sidewalk. Once he completed his job he turned and shook his cock of final droplets right over her face. Her eyes flared without blinking and smiled.
“I love this new you.”
“Fuck love! I’m done with that shit. That diamond on your wedding finger gets relocated. I’m having your clit pierced and that diamond is the stud.”
“That sent chills.” She giggled! “I won’t ask if you’re serious because this new you is just so confident. I swear to you Bryce...”
“MASTER! Never by name again.”
“God, yes! I swear to you Master I will always follow your lead.”
“Oh, yeah?” Lifting his foot, he pressed his sole between her shoulder blades and shoved her forward until she lay face down flat over his urinary puddle in the grass. “Wallow in that until the food gets delivered. If the driver’s a dude, you beg to give him a huge tip. Stroke his cock until he cums on your face.”
“What if it’s a female?” She rolled over to lay on her back in his piss, wiggling about.
“Then I’ll cum on her face.”
He knew it would be a guy. Never ever had a female delivered to their door before. Not only that but he had often seen the male driver’s reaction to Sami’s beauty. This wouldn’t be any issue. “From now on you tip the drivers by either getting them off or they off over you by their own hand. Is that clear?”
“Yes, Bry ... MASTER!”
“I’m going inside. Show the world just how big of a whore you are.”
He walked in, slammed the door, and locked it. From the picture window he observed her continued wallowing in the grass like some dog with an itch. Car lights coming within twelve minutes Bryce hid away to the side of the drapes and fondled his beast. This newfound superiority was keeping him hard. A beast like his being so large it was almost predatorial. Bryce was certainly no big pussy. This monster was precisely what lured Samantha to him to begin with. May the monster expand! His every fantasy was going to be lived from here on out. NO FUCKING MERCY!
“Pickup truck! I think I remember this guy. Redneck chump!”
Pulling up on the curb the driver hadn’t immediately noticed Samantha still on her back. She had even resorted to fingering herself in the excitement and had been searching for Bryce in the windows, but he had turned out the inside lights. Only the nightlight on their porch was lit up. A red-light bulb at that, her idea now that Bryce thought about it. Red light district! “That fucking whore was signaling guys all along.” Growling he shrugged! “Reel them in, Bitch. I can play that game. RoXXXanne!” Humor in the moment! No Police!
Leaving his truck with their dinner bag the driver, a one Tobias “Toby” Slocum, ridiculed only once ever, he was a big boy just like Bryce. Cumming slow was his choice, not any bitches! He recalled Sami a few times in the last six months or so, but finding her naked like this was unusual. Normally, Bryce was home like tonight, so she behaved herself outside of a wink now and then. This new Bryce meant that she could apply what her cunt truly wanted, to be horny 24/7. Laying there she heard the vehicle’s door, Toby come walking up the sidewalk in his Stetson. Noting her finally, Toby chuckled!
“Much better than a wink.”
“Hello!” She rolled over and kicked her legs at the knee. “Feed me.”
“This pastrami?” Laughing he raised the bag, then patted his crotch! “Or THIS PASTRAMI?”
“Both! I’m starving.” More for him, no veggies when it came to cock.
“You piss all over yourself?” He realized the odor over her.
“No! My hus ... my Master did.”
“Master?”
“Yes.”
“You mean the fitness guy?” He recalled Bryce! “I never saw him as any leader even if he does look like that actor who plays Reacher.” Alan Ritchson! Big boy!
“Don’t let him fool you.” Bryce fooled her for a while too, but no longer. “I’m supposed to tip you.”
“That a fact!”
“Can I jerk you off? My master told me I had to take a facial.” She crawled up in the wet grass to her knees, now allowing Toby to see just how porn star quality Sami really was without her clothing. Every delivery here before now she had worn either loose clothing or full coverage. Her nipples alone were so perfect in the pink glow of the red bulb he nodded his approval.
“Where’s your ole’ man? Hiding like a pussy daring you to do this? You could be mine and still be that sexy.” The offer tempting, she kept it to herself. He was a stud at 6’2 and just as muscular. Older than Bryce at maybe 32 with the facial hair he had that country singer bad boy vibe. “Why the fuck not.”
He tossed the food bag on the porch behind her and stood over her with a smug expression and unzipped his Levi’s, digging inside out came a hefty eight-inch wrangler. Wagging it to a harder surface he eased closer and slapped her face with it. “Chow down I got other deliveries.” Mm! She liked his persona too. Shivers!
“I’m only allowed to give you a hand... “ Whatever! He shoved his cock in her mouth and held the back of her head fucking her face and flipping off the windows. He knew Bryce was in there somewhere. No resistance on Sami’s part she loved the cowboy’s hostile snakeover. Big snake!
“Your ole’ man must be pissing on the carpet about now. His rule was broken and you ain’t got a fuckin’ choice. I’m thinking there’s room for a tougher influence ... don’t you?” She seriously contemplated that offer, Bryce needed to step it up.
Door opening Bryce stepped out and ignored them, grabbing the food bag and walking right back in and closing the door. Toby seeing Bryce’s much bigger dick puffed his lower lip. “Now I see how he keeps you. Take’s more than a big pecker to take what you want.”
He drilled her throat even harder, his urethra crushing against her esophagus. “Deeper!” Balls deep already his bulging scrotum squashed against her chin, Toby was simply using intimidation and forcing her to be smothered in his Levi’s. “Got your dinner right here bitch. Try harder!” Yesssss! Sami squirted between her thighs at his pressure cooker.
Door reopening Bryce stepped out eating one of the pastrami sandwiches and dropping the few steps from his porch to the sidewalk. Ignoring Toby again Bryce used his right foot to lift Sami up by her cunt. Rising up at his encouragement she found Bryce entering her drenched pussy to fuck her bent forward into Toby. Eying Toby finally in a deadlock gaze, Bryce continued chewing his food.
Toby nodded; a strange respect revealed. No words exchanged, the two fit fuckers wailed on Princess Sami. She was loving every second of their dual ... well, duel. This was like Lady Justice weighing in to decide her fate. Guilty or innocent? Always guilty! Level playing field!
Her orgasm was so violent she clenched her teeth over Toby’s slow cooker. He was living up to his last name for sure. Matter of fact, Bryce was resisting his own all too ready nut. The duel to see who fired first at twenty paces, more two hundred rapid paces within her, the gents maintained their glares. Sandwich devoured Bryce sighed.
“On ten?”
“Works for me.”
Both men really wanted to nut, this whore was just too perfect in her slutty whines, her slobbering all over Toby, her cunt squirting time and time again over Bryce’s serpent in Eden. It was Adam versus the Devil, yet Damn, was ninety percent of Adam’s moniker. Horny fuckers! At the count of two, awaiting one ... both rElieVEd themselves. When it REIGNS it pours.
“DO NOT SWALLOW!”
Bryce roared, even as Toby reared his head back unloading a massive milk can into Bessie. His hand slipping from the back of her skull Bryce made his move. Snatching her up by her hair and under her abs Bryce lifted her up off her feet and hovered her face right in front of Toby in his reel. Eyes on her locked, Bryce barked again, “FACIAL!”
Choking up Sami spat the cowboy’s milky load all over his face. Toby flinched but took the brunt of his own jizz before a reverse logic as he grabbed Sami by her throat.
“I shot you with more than that.” Up it came drooling from her lips to spit more. “That’s more like it.” Releasing his grip Toby put his underpaid delivery driver back into his pants and saluted Bryce. “You’re the boss, Boss!” Back to his truck he went. Good thing he carried extra napkins and wet wipes!
Dropping Sami like a rock she fell back into his piss pool and lay there gasping. Bryce had another sandwich waiting on him. Stepping back inside he brought back the second pastrami sandwich and removed the veggies that accompanied it, sauerkraut, and pickles with horseradish sauce tossing them on the dirty porch. “Chase that jizz!” Back indoors, door shut, lock clicked.
He watched Sami eat her dinner from the concrete.
Once done she was back to wallowing in the grass.
A true Vegan!
Margo Needy’s mansion of Master’s!
“I wonder how Eric and Summer are doing in the attic? I like Summer, I hope she sticks with him.”
Margo rinsed out her wine glasses after polishing off Summer’s. Not one to waste, she guzzled it down with a gargle as if cum and giggled over it. “Eric just had to go and make me horny. Grrr!” Speaking of grrr? The French doors slid open to the shrill squeal of three barely legal young roommates. Scurrying inside they shut the door and danced in step while looking out into the darkness. There was only the pool lighting to illuminate the backyard, outside of a single light over the garage.
“What are you three so excitable about?”
“Your pussy!” Kimberly Lisa busted up!
“Oh, well, I try.”
“She mean’s the mountain lion.” Lily Crowe wearing only a black t-shirt chuckled! “It followed us from the barn. It looked hungry.”
“Shoot! I came downstairs to find him something to eat and got sidetracked by Summer.”
“Summer? Summer Winstead is here?” Kim bulged her eyes! “Where is she?”
“Up in the attic with Eric.” Kim began to dart off, but Margo snatched her up by her also black nightshirt, her bare bottom shining in her captured twist. “Let them be.”
“Noooo!” Kim pouted heavily! “He’s mine!”
“Get over my brother already.”
“But you weren’t in the theater when I was. I mean, after you left. He told Summer he was going to confine her then make love to me. He loves me. You stop!” Wiggling out of her shirt she left it in Margo’s hand and ran upstairs naked.
“Let her learn on her own.” Margo tossed her shirt at Lily. “I presume you’re here to eat dinner?”
“I just need bread. I brought lunchmeat from mom and dads. Might need mayo too.” She was in much better spirits over Ben’s departure now that Tyler Overmeyer was still hot for her sweet ass.
“That’s it... “ Margo turned on her bare foot and marched back into the kitchen. Following her in Lily raided the white bread of four slices. Jenna Nichols shied on joining them and took a seat at the dining table shivering in her forced nudity. The only part of her body that seemed warm was her Hicky necklace left upon her by the Hancock brothers. Kim called it Jenna’s HanCOCK RING. Kind of funny! Looking sad, the girl watched the cougar Regis crouching outside the glass door just looking in as if standing guard.
“Ben left.” Lily told Margo! “I think he’s upset with me.” Squeeze mayo on two pieces of bread she made a mayo sandwich until she could get back to the loft. “Probably because I just wanted time to myself today. I messaged him back finally just before we ran to the house, but no answer. He’s either ignoring me or sleeping. He has been up over 24 ... heck... 45 hours now?”
“Let him rest then. It will be brighter in the morning. Here it is.” Margo took out a tube of pastrami that Heath Talbot had swiped from his parent’s freezer from the crisper. Unthawed and ready to eat Margo moved to her cutting board on the island to use a cutlery blade to peel away the containment sleeve.
“That smells terrible.” Lily winced! “Are you feeding that to Regis?”
“I am. Until I arrange better food and get his diet figured out it’s the best I can do. Crista and Olivia were supposed to give me three days’ worth of kitty rations but forgot to send it. I don’t know their numbers, so I’ll need to rely on Brian and Jeff to get them to bring the cat food.”
“I hope that stinky stuff doesn’t kill him.”
“I’m certain he’s eaten worse.”
“I can’t believe how tame he is around us. It’s crazy. Oh!” She brightened up! “Can I borrow a negligee?”
“For Ben?”
“Yes.” And Tyler but that was going to stay in her pocket for now, if she had a pocket. “I just made up my mind. I’m going back into town to his house. I don’t want to lose Ben.”
“Raid Cabot’s turkey before that bread dries out. Yes, you can go through my closet and find one you think Ben would like you in.” Margo stepped from the kitchen into the dining room holding the unsheathed tube of slimy meat over her shoulder. “Jenna?” The girl perked up at her name. “Make a sandwich. You need to eat too.” No argument there. Cum was not nearly as filling. Up she went and scurried to join Lily in prepping food.