Way of Life
Copyright© 1999 by Caesar
Chapter 1
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - What happens to three female friends when a dominant moves into their neighbourhood.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mind Control Cheating BDSM MaleDom Group Sex Anal Sex Voyeurism
[Sunday, April 2, 0805]
"Do you have anything to declare Sir?" The burly man in the off-white shirt and gray slacks asked.
"No, nothing." Looking down at the small woman standing next to his shoulder, "Do you have anything dear?" She nodded no, her eyes saying "of course not" to the official behind the counter. "If you want to check, " the dark haired man lifted his suit bag up onto the counter.
"That should not be necessary. What is your business in Canada?"
Without hesitation, "Pleasure, and perhaps some business." The customs official held out his hand to the tall man and woman, collecting passports and stamping them with the appropriate seals.
Handing them back, "Have a wonderful stay Sir."
"Thank you." The tall, wide shouldered man, lifted his bag then walked on through the glass enclosed hallways into the interior of the airport, the tiny pretty woman following silently.
[Sunday, April 2, 0831]
A beefy hand squeezed one of her breasts, Loni grimaced then opened her eyes. "Morning", she mumbling still half asleep. The hand again squeezed, this time harder. "Please honey, let me wake up first?"
A scratchy two day-old beard shoved itself between her shoulder and neck, before lips began to suckle her sensitive soft skin. With the playful rough nips on her neck, "... before the kids wake up", was all that Loni understood. Though the words were redundant, since it was obvious what her husband wanted. A fumbling hand found its way between her soft thighs and pried her legs apart, before the same hand shoved itself up onto her panty covered sex mound, her nightie having road up during the night.
Out beyond the closed door of their bedroom, the sound of her kids beginning to wake startled her, "Please the kids!?" Yet he didn't stop, in fact his answer was to shove his forefinger up into her dry vagina.
With his finger still inside her, he rolled her onto her side, away from him. Wiggling up behind her he shoved his hardened pecker at her backside, the blunt point coming into contact with her invaded sex. Her vagina was barely left alone for a split second before the hard cock replaced the smaller digit.
Loni lifted her knees to give her husband better access, while also reliving some of the pain from her involuntary violation. As usual her husband began a jack-hammering effect against, and inside, her body. To silence her impending pain-filled sounds, Loni bit into the fluffy pillow case she lay upon.
Two fingers roughly pinched her nipples through the thin night gown. Again and again, her body was shoved forward and her pain never ending. She had thought her husband would become complacent and gentle with her after the marriage, since he was such a good "catch". If anything he became less caring of her feelings, and demanded his satisfaction upon command.
The only indication that he had finished was the flood of warmth covering much of her already cock filled vagina, the liquid even lubricated her, allowing a less-painful entrance. A few moments later he rolled off the bed and exited the bedroom, leaving his wife as he had last placed her. Resolved to her fate, Loni sat up and slowly relaxed her body and mind, looking out the window of her room to a bright spring day.
Across the street, Harold was shovelling the evaporating snow into the road to decrease the time it took to defrost. Loni wished she could have met such a nice man as her neighbours husband, always kind, gentle, and soft-spoken.
"Mom!! What's for breakfast?"
[Sunday, April 2, 0922]
The harsh sound of the shovel on snow echoed about the bathroom, and disturbed Melony's harmony. She lay, naked, in her huge bathtub with bubbles surrounding her. Harold, her husband had put this large antique in the master bedroom's bathroom just for her. Several times per week, she would escape into this room, lock the door and ignore everything around her for almost an hour.
This Sunday was no different, "Damn you, be quiet!" She thought out loud, since none could hear her it made little difference. Her long red hair draped over her shoulders to hide her bobbing breasts, the little that was uncovered with bubbles, and made her look angelic. Though this position was simply the most comfortable, she cared little how she looked, just how she felt was important.
Lazily, a long smooth wet leg lifted from the filled tube to point straight up to allow Melony to gaze in self adoration and appreciation at her best asset. Lifting a wet hand, she enjoyed the feel of her smooth skin, from her ankle to just below the knee. Not for the first time, she wondered what others thought of her legs, the part of her body she was most proud off. She remembered a time, not long ago, that she had allowed the paper boy to gaze unhindered at her uncovered legs as she pretended to get change for the bill. Her mind imagined that she had invited the handsome young man into her house on the intention of finding the proper change. Yet, she also imagined his strong young hands upon her rear thigh.
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