It was four days since I deepthroated Rich to a huge orgasm in the living room of my sister’s house. I wasn’t sure if he would keep to his word and keep my true identity intact but I thought that if he was intending to expose me it would have happened by now. I also had the photo of me holding Rich’s cock in my hand as insurance should he ever threaten to expose me in the future.

I told myself I’ll never be in that position again and tried my best to forget the whole sordid event. But I couldn’t, every time I closed my eyes all I could see was his big thick cock. The way it felt in my hands, on my tongue and in my mouth. If I concentrated hard I swear I could still taste his cum, I wanted nothing more than to worship his cock again.

But this was a man that has caused my sister and family so much pain and stress, I needed to forget about it all. I promised myself that I would stay strong and ignore these urges and move on with my life. The next morning after showering, I receive a text.

Rich: You ok?

Me: Yeah

Rich: Are we cool?

Me: I think so yeah

Then the messages stopped for a while, I figured that was that until.

Rich: When are you going to the club again?

Me: Not sure, maybe Friday

Rich: I might join you there

Me: Maybe that isn’t such a good idea!

Rich: Why not?

Me: Well after everything that happened last time?

Rich: That’s exactly why I want to see you there!

I was in shock, I honestly thought I could move on from that night and forget about it all but here I am talking to my sister’s ex-boyfriend about a repeat performance. I didn’t want to but I couldn’t help but get butterflies in my tummy at the thought of his cock.

Me: I don’t think it’s a good idea

Rich: I do, I can’t stop getting hard at the thought of that blow job you gave me! It was the best I’ve ever had!

Me: Really?

And with that, Rich sends me a pic of him lying on his bed. In full view was his muscular chest and abs, with his big white cock at full attention like a mast on a ship.

Rich: Every time I think about that night, I get so hard. I need you on my cock again!

Me: You want me to suck you again?

Rich: Oh you will suck me again, don’t pretend you don’t want it!!!

Rich: I’ll see you tomorrow at the club

Me: Okay

Rich: Wear something sexy and slutty

In my tranced state staring at his big cock I couldn’t resist it, I had to see him again even though I knew it was wrong. I felt so guilty for betraying my sister, I didn’t like this man but I loved his cock.

The next day I got myself ready: first, a hot soapy bath, I shaved all over (apart from a small trimmed strip above my clitty) my breastplate, and an outfit picked. I’d decided on a black bra with lace trim, matching black thong, sheer black hold-ups, suspenders and garter belt, patent black high heels, and a mid-length black dress that fitted tightly to my curves and helped my breasts push up forming a nice cleavage.

After that I applied my makeup; black mascara, blush, eyebrow tint, my trusty red lipstick and matching nails, a spray of Chanel No.5, and finally my wavy long brunette wig. I looked at myself in the mirror and could not deny that this is who I wanted to be, my true form, my total existence, Sophia.

While admiring my femme form I receive another message from Rich.

Rich: Change of plans, come straight to the house

Me: But Ally will be there, it’s her turn to stay at the house isn’t it? (With the house not selling fast, they split their time staying at the house alternate weeks to avoid each other)

Rich: She is away for the weekend

Rich: Come here now!

Rich: Don’t make me wait!

His tone was that of our first encounter together and it had me all flustered. Without even thinking about it, I got my coat and bag and headed for his house.

When I arrived, I remembered the door camera, so again did my best to hide my face from view in case my sister Ally viewed the footage and recognised me.

Rich greeted me at the door with a smile on his face. "I didn’t think you’d go through with it but here you are," he said, checking me out from top to bottom with his eyes.

He invited me inside and walked me through to the kitchen, he offered me a cocktail. A Pornstar Martini, Rich’s favorite, and I must admit it was delicious. While having that first drink, I removed my coat and handbag and sat on the bar stool, crossing my legs. Rich stayed standing, doing his best to remain cool while trying to check me out and even look up my skirt.

He tried this several times and in the end, I decided to tease him a little by uncrossing my legs, opening them slightly and recrossing them (like I’m Sharon Stone or something). Rich watched intently as I exposed my stockings as he tried to see my panties.

The conversation was a little awkward at first mostly due to the situation with my sister but also because of what happened last week. We had a few more drinks to settle our nerves and get a good buzz. Rich had put some pop music on in the living room and took my hand and walked me there.

"Why don’t we dance, like last time," he said.

"Sure," was all I could muster as he took my glass from my other hand and set it down. We started to dance face-to-face this time, his hands around my waist and mine around his neck. Dancing slightly apart to the rhythm of the music, we were looking into each other’s eyes and for the first time I got a real look at his face.

Up to this point, Rich had been the arsehole that was causing my sister so much trouble. I should have been mad at him but instead, I was conflicted. Here I was looking at his face, a thirty-five-year-old man with piercing blue eyes, short brown hair, and a chiselled jaw. I could see why Ally fell for him in the first place; we both like bad boys, I guess.

The beat of the music changed to a dance track and the pace was much quicker, similar to that in the club last week. Rich took the opportunity to get closer and pressed his body to mine with one of his legs between mine. His hands explored my behind and legs while I ground on his thigh. After a short while, he spun me around and his hands ran all over my body. From my hips and legs up to my breasts and neck all while I pushed my behind into his crotch.

"You’re so fucking hot, Sophia," he said.

I blushed a little, I was taken aback by his compliment. It helped me ignore the fact that I was dancing with Rich, the bad boy who had ruined my sister's life. I pushed my hips back against his crotch and could feel his cock start to grow.

After a few more minutes of dancing, Rich moved away to the kitchen and came back into the living room with our drinks. He passed me my glass and said, "Are you ready?"

"Ready for what?" I said.

"To worship my cock," said Rich.

All I could do was nod and bite my lip. With that, he raised his glass to mine and we said, 'cheers'. Rich then told me to stay standing, took my glass, and sat on the sofa.

"Take off your dress."

Without a thought, I did as I was told. I stood in front of him, unzipped my dress, slowly removed my arms from the straps, and wiggled my hips until the dress reached my midriff. I remembered the first time I did this and Rich asked me to turn around and bend over as I took the remainder of my dress off, so I did that again.

"Good girl, you’re a quick learner," Rich said with a smile and licking his lips.

There I was stood in the middle of the room in my bra, thong, stockings and heels, trying to look as femme as possible. Rich sat on the sofa undressing me with his eyes. All of a sudden, he stood up and walked over to me. He started to run his fingers all over me, starting with my arms, down to my stomach, around my hips, and over my bottom.

He then ran his fingers down the outside of my legs and back up the inside of my legs before brushing past my wet little clitty as a quiet moan escaped my mouth. This pleased Rich to know he had me under his spell. He then stood behind me and removed my bra before grabbing at my boobs and pulling on my fake nipples. He then knelt behind me and started to massage my butt cheeks. I had goosebumps and was feeling electric. He continued to massage my butt and while I was lost in this feeling, I hadn’t realised that he had removed my thong, only noticing when I felt them around my ankles.

He moved his face closer to my peachy butt and breathed in my scent. He then started to separate my cheeks and looked at my precious boi-pussy. No words were spoken but I could sense him admiring my sweet hole. Then he moved closer and began to kiss and lick me. It felt incredible, I had shockwaves between my legs and I started to gasp as his mouth and tongue explored my sissy pussy. I leant forward slightly to help spread my cheeks even more and let him know I approved of his advances.

I was in absolute bliss as I felt Rich push his tongue deep inside me, penetrating me, making me slippery wet and now thrusting his tongue in and out of me. My gasps had turned to moans by this point, Rich then removed his tongue and I woke from my state of bliss. He had moved his face back slightly before spitting on my sweet spot and then rubbed two of his fingers around and over my hole. His fingers every so often slipped into me. He continued to lube my pussy and then without warning, pushed his two fingers deep into me. I let out a huge scream of pleasure as I felt his fingers explore deep into my boi-pussy.

This action was repeated over the next few minutes until he removed his fingers from me and said, "On your knees, slut."

He then proceeded to move around to my front, unbuttoning his jeans, and stood over me and released his growing cock. Much like last time he tapped it on my forehead and slapped it around my cheeks.

"If only your sister had been this accommodating, maybe we’d still be together," he said with a smile.

"I’m not Ally, but you can do whatever you have wanted to with her, with me," I say to him as he continues to slap and rub his cock all over my face.

"Oh, don’t worry, I will," he says with a rise smile. "Now get to work, slut."

I needed no further encouragement as Rich pressed his cock into my mouth. Immediately he grabbed the back of my head with his hands and started to push his cock in and out of my mouth.

"That’s it you fucking slut, take that cock," he said with six inches inside my mouth. I struggled to get used to its size at first, maybe because he forced it into my mouth dry.

He continued to fuck my face and call me a slut and whore. Once again, like last week, he had pushed his cock down my throat until my face was pressed against his pubic area.

"Mmmm, yes, Sophia. Fuck me that feels incredible," said Rich and with that, he withdrew his impressive cock from my mouth. I was gasping for air, covered in drool and my chin was connected to his cock by a string of saliva. I wiped the wetness from my mouth and immediately took my hand between my legs and spread it on my pussy.

Rich smiled and I saw his cock twitch. "Get on all fours, bitch," he said.

Again, I did as I was told and, as seductively as possible, got down onto my hands and knees and slowly crawled around until my butt was facing him.

"I’m going to fuck your pussy as if there is no tomorrow and you’re going to take it, do you understand me, slut?"

"Yes, I understand, Rich."

He spat on my pussy again and started to rub his cock over my hole.

"I’m going to enjoy this," he said as I felt his left hand grab my hip and his right hand guide his cock to my little hole. His cock head pushed into me and he held it there for a few seconds, his right hand also now on my hip.

I gasped as I felt his big cock stretch me as he started to push inch after inch deep into me. It hurt at first, sharp like a dagger but I also experienced pleasure at the same time as my little clitty was leaking all over the carpet.

Rich was taking his time slowly pushing in and out of my tight spot, his thick cock forcing my hole to stretch like never before to take his full length inside me. I could feel how hard his cock was, the ridges and veins as my body opened and accepted his advances. He held his cock in me, my eyes wide and mouth open in shock at the feeling of his penetration.

"I love a tight pussy. I'm going to enjoy pounding you," Rich said.

"Am I tighter than Ally?" I asked him.

"She never went for anything like this so yeah, you are much tighter," he said.

"Rich, remember whatever Ally wouldn't let you. You can do with me."

With that, he slapped my ass cheek.

"No talking now, slut, I'm going to fuck you however I want."

With that, he began to withdraw his cock, just keeping the head inside me and then ramming his cock back into me. I let out a loud moan, a mix of pleasure, pain and surprise.

He continued like that for a few minutes, slowly removing his cock and then slamming it back inside me. He started to pick up the pace and the force of his thrusts got harder and harder. I have been with guys that like it rough but this was another level!

He started to slap my ass cheeks as he fucked me. My ass was tingling, the pain subsided, and pleasure took over me as every time he thrust into me, I moaned out loud. He was thrusting into me with great force, I did all I could to stay in position by gripping the carpet with my fingers.

Rich’s pace was now like a machine, pounding in and out of me hard and fast. I could hear his heavy balls slapping against my legs and sissy cubes. Then I heard him say, "Take my house from me, you fucking bitch; I'm going to destroy your pussy."

"Mmmm, yeah, that's it. Treat me like you would Ally," I said.

What happened next was intense, he went to town on me! He was pushing so hard into me that I was struggling to stay on all fours, my hands grappling with the carpet to stay upright.

"Tell me I'm the problem; well, you're in trouble now, you fucking whore," Rich shouted out as he moved from a kneeling position to his feet, crouching behind me still fucking me. He was now pile-driving into me, deeper than any man had been before.

He then lifted my hips to meet his downward thrusts which resulted in him lifting the entire bottom half of my body off the floor. He was so strong, me like a rag doll being thrown around and I have to admit it felt incredible. I was moaning loudly, my eyes rolling into the back of my head as I felt his big cock forcefully stretching my pussy.

"This is what you deserve, you cheap slut, this is what you get when you take my house away," he shouted through gritted teeth. I could sense all this pent-up frustration and he was using me to release it. I had never experienced anything like this but I have to admit I was enjoying being dominated by his strength and thick cock.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you, you dirty little slut," he said as he continued to lift me from the ground and plough into me. 'Yes, Rich' was all I could muster.

"I'm getting close to cumming now, you want that, don't you, whore?"

"Oh God, yes, please cum inside me," I screamed out loud, intending that to be a thought in my head, however it came out of my mouth!

"You want me to cum inside you, do you?" said Rich. "Is that what the little slut wants?" Rich was enjoying being in control.

"Beg me, beg me to cum deep inside your pussy, bitch," he said as he fucked me.

I couldn't deny that I wanted him to cum inside me, I needed to feel him ejaculate deep inside me. "Please, Rich, cum inside me. I need to feel your cum in my pussy," I said as I pushed back into him, feeling his cock go ridged.

His pace slowed slightly and he took another couple of deep thrusts, I could feel his cock start to swell further anticipating his release. Rich, however, had other ideas. Just at the point of no return, he removed his cock from me with an audible pop, spun me around by my waist and just as my face lined up with his middle, he guided his cock to my shocked face.

"Not today, bitch," he laughed out as jet after jet of thick cum covered my face, mouth and chest. Once his orgasm had finished, he proceeded to push his cock past my lips as I sucked the cum still leaking from the tip.

He then withdrew his cock from my mouth and I collapsed onto the floor, my legs like jelly and my pussy still gaping from the stretching it had just received and feeling the cold of the room inside me.

Rich went into the kitchen to fix some more drinks, walking there half-naked with his semi-hard cock swaying between his legs. I was lying on my side, my arms outstretched holding me up. My face was still covered in cum, clitty leaking and a dribble of saliva trailing down my ass cheek.

"You look so sexy, Sophia," Rich said as he passed me a cloth to clean my face before handing me my drink. We sat and drank the cocktails, me on the floor and Rich on the sofa leg apart with his cock staring at me.

We had finished our drinks, Rich helped me to my feet and asked if I wanted to freshen up in the bathroom upstairs. I nodded and, like Bambi on ice, slowly stumbled my way to the bathroom, still feeling the effects of my heavy pounding.

I had a wash and freshened myself up and exited the bathroom, in front of me, I could see a bedroom door closed and light shining through the gaps. I could also hear someone crying and sniffing the other side of the door. I quickly went back downstairs and to my surprise, Rich had folded my clothes up on the sofa. I got dressed but couldn't find my thong. Then I got a text.

Rich: I am keeping your thong as a memento of tonight. By the way, your sister isn't away for the weekend; it is her turn in the house and she was upstairs the whole time. Until next time, Sophia.

MY SISTER WAS UPSTAIRS THE WHOLE TIME?!

How will I explain this?