Maing up with Vici

"Can you grab that, babe?" Audrey called from upstairs as the doorbell rang.

"Sure thing," Eric called back, jumping up from the couch. Anything Audrey needed, he was happy to provide big or small. It'd been that way for the past couple weeks, any attempt to assuage the guilt he'd felt the second he'd seen her again that night out with Vicki. For how good the sex had been, reuniting with his fiancée and trying to have dinner with her and the woman he'd just cheated on her with had been hell. In an instant, all the mid-coital proclamations of fucking Vicki whenever he wanted were forgotten, replaced with a desire to never again betray Audrey's trust.

Of course, that was the night of. In the weeks since, his guilt, though great, had waned a little. Enough, at least, for his desire to creep back up. He'd seen Vicki a few times since then, and though she never gave away any sense of what had happened, her mere presence drove Eric mad. The way she'd taunted him, pushed him into such a primal sexual fury, was intoxicating. That she loved it, wanted him to dominate her that way... it was something Audrey never would've gone for. Beyond a bit of spanking, she never went for the rougher stuff. But Vicki, she craved it, loved being used. And he wanted to use her.

All of which made it that much harder when he opened the door to find Vicki, dressed in a tight pink dress, waiting outside.

"Hey, Eric," she said, smirking at him. "How've you been?"

"Come on in, Vicki," he said, quickly stepping back to let her by, doing his best not to look her in the eye. "Audrey should be ready in a moment."

"How long a moment?" she said, throwing him a wink as she slid by. A wink... and a brush of the crotch.

"Fuck," Eric hissed, Vicki's fingers dancing over his erection. He quickly closed the door, turning to find her waiting in the hallway smiling.

"Glad to know you haven't forgotten," she said, leaning against the wall. "I was starting to think I'd dreamed it."

"Vicki... you know we can't do that again, right?"

"I didn't do anything, as I recall," she said with a thick layer of faux innocence in her voice. As she leaned back for more support, Vicki spread her legs, causing the tight pink material to start to crawl up her legs. "I was done to."

"Shit..." Eric whispered, the upper curves of Vicki's thighs and the thin, matching panties covering her slit coming into view.

"So if you really mean it," Vicki continued, cocking her hips forward, giving him more of a look, one make better, Eric realized, by the way he'd moved closer to Vicki, "that we can't have any more fun? Just don't do it to me."

"Vicki..."

"Don't use your little plaything."

"Bitch..." Eric said, drawn directly to her. He just... couldn't help himself. Eric slid a hand up Vicki's thigh, a long, slow drag that started at her knee and ended up exactly where they both wanted him, pressing a finger against the heat and wetness that soaked through her panties. She glanced at him as he did, smiling and biting her lip. He considered how long they had, how bad the idea in his head was. Audrey could come down the stairs at any moment.

So he'd have to be quick.

"Ohh, there you go," Vicki sighed, Eric's fingers pulling the thin strap of fabric aside and dipping into her pussy. She leaned back against the wall, pushing her hips out as Eric traced along her entrance, quickly sinking into the wetness and finding her clit. "Why do you always play so bashful and hesitant, Eric? I've seen what you're really like."

"Quiet," Eric said, putting a hand over Vicki's mouth, causing her eyes to go bright with excitement. Eric stared at her hard as he began to roll her clit between his fingers. "If you want this so bad, you'll do as I say and hold it in. Because Audrey cannot hear a sound, you understand? Can you do that, you dirty little girl?"

"Yes, Daddy," Vicki whispered as Eric removed his hand, smiling. "Your dirty little girl will do whatever makes you happy." She leaned her head back and enjoyed the sensation as Eric continued to finger her, biting her lip so as not to make a sound. Eric took a glance towards the stairway, double-checking before he went in and kissed Vicki's neck. He sucked lightly, trying not to leave a mark despite a desperate desire to do so. Instead, he pushed deeper, two fingers pumping deep into Vicki. One of her hands gripped at his shoulder, holding him close as she pressed her face into him to stifle her moans.

"Such a needy slut," Eric whispered, sliding his fingers around her outer lips again. "So wet for it, just desperate."

"I am," she replied, shaking. "Want it so bad."

"I can tell. God, I want to give it to you, just--" Eric cut himself off as his fingers slid far enough back to bump into something. Something, hard and... silicone. "Is that...?"

"I'm ready for anything you want, Daddy," Vicki said, looking directly at him and smirking. That was enough to push Eric even wilder, and after fully gripping the plug planted in Vicki's asshole, he dove back into her pussy, fingerfucking her hard and causing her legs to tighten harder around his hand, pushing her whimpers to more urgent highs, doing his best to--

"Hope you're ready to have a wild night, girl!"

Eric tore himself away from Vicki, who stumbled slightly before catching herself against the wall. Eric shoved his wet hand into his pocket as Vicki tugged her dress down as Audrey, dressed and made up for a fun night out, came down the stairs.

"You all set to go, Vicki?" Audrey said, coming around the corner into the main hall. She gave her friend a quick up-and-down, concern coming onto her face. "Shit, are you? You look kind of flushed."

"All good," Vicki replied, tossing her hair back. "Just excited for the night we're about to have!"

"Okay..." Audrey said, glancing back and forth between the two for a moment before landing on Eric. "You two weren't fighting again, were you?"

"Come on, babe, we're past that," Eric said, doing his best to put a brave face on. Audrey stared at him for another second, almost too long, before shrugging.

"Alright, whatever, as long as you two aren't at each other's throats," Audrey said. She leaned in and gave Eric a quick kiss, then turned back to Vicki. "Willa and Anne meeting us at the restaurant?"

"You know it," Vicki said, now fully recovered and slipped back into best friend mode. "Shall we?" The two locked arms and made for the front door, leaving Eric standing still a bit dumbstruck and shaken in the hall.

"Have fun!" he called, not sure what else to say. It was Vicki who glanced back, smirking at him.

"We will. Hope you can do the same."

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Eric jerked awake as he heard the front door slam shut, giggling bouncing down the hallway towards him. He looked around in brief confusion before realizing he'd fallen asleep on the couch. The hours after Audrey and Vicki left had been overwhelming, a fleeting urge not to masturbate to the scent of Vicki still on his fingers lasting all of 10 minutes before he'd pulled his phone out and started jerking it to her most scandalous Facebook photos. There was plenty of material to choose from, from bikinis, to her pole dancing gear, to many especially slutty dresses reserved for nights at the club. After a particularly vigorous round with himself, he'd sunken into the same shame spiral before simply laying back on the couch and attempting to put her out of his minds.

As if she didn't also haunt his dreams.

Now, though, he was awake again, though he stayed down as Vicki and Audrey entered the living room. Vicki had an arm around his fiancé's waist, supporting her as she awkwardly stumbled in her heels and continued to laugh, clear drunk.

"I promise, I can walk, Vic," Audrey slurred before again collapsing against her friend.

"I'm sure you can, babe," Vicki responded, guiding her towards the stairs. "But you're the bride, how about you let me pamper you with a bit of extra support up to bed?"

"You're so good to me, Vicki," Audrey cooed, the two stopping briefly as she threw her arms around the smaller woman in a hug. "I can always count on you."

"Of course," Vicki said, hugging her back. Vicki was facing the couch, and as Eric dared to take a peek, their eyes locked; Vicki threw him a wink. "Nothing you can't trust me to handle."

Eric shut his eyes again, swallowing hard as he listened to the two make their way upstairs. He tried to tell himself Vicki hadn't seen his eyes open, even with the wink. She would simply put Audrey to bed and then show herself out. Or, at the very least, crash in the guest room, at which point he could head up to bed himself.

He waited, listening for the sound of Vicki's heels coming down the stairs. Sure enough, after about five minutes, he heard her coming back down, reaching the stairs, and then...

And then stopping, from the sound of it, at the foot of the couch.

"Really, Eric?" he heard, her voice low and far more sensually than she'd been with Audrey. "You're pretending you're asleep?"

"I was--" Eric started, voice dying in his throat as he opened his eyes and saw Vicki, dress pulled down to expose her tits. "She's right upstairs..."

"Drunk and passed out," Vicki replied, massaging her chest as she walked towards him. "And that didn't stop you earlier. So I don't see any reason why we can't finally have some fun, Daddy."

Eric knew what another go would mean. The first time, while a betrayal, could at least be called a fluke. Even earlier that evening... just another slip. If he stopped this now, he could be the man he felt himself to be. A good man, one that could be trusted. But if a second time with Vicki... that would make it a full-blown affair, a recurring tryst. He'd keep fucking her, right up to the wedding, once he was back from the honeymoon... maybe even...

Maybe even on the wedding day itself. The image flashed in his mind, Vicki in her bridesmaid dress, his tuxedo pants around his ankles as he face-fucked her pretty little mouth. Giving it to her hard enough to ruin her make-up, send her scurrying to fix it only minutes before they were supposed to start down the aisle. For all the risk and danger and inherent wrongness, he wanted that moment to happen.

He wanted this moment to happen.

Eric said nothing, instead just rising from the couch and grabbing Vicki. She cooed as he pulled her close, their eyes locked, the lust and intensity between them immediate.

"Now where was I?" he said, a hand quickly moving her panties aside and sliding into her pussy, already hot and aching for him.

"Ahhh," Vicki moaned, collapsing against Eric as his fingers began to explore her, and his mouth closed around one of her exposed tits. These weren't gentle caresses, either, or tentative strokes like early that evening. He was forceful, bites and pulls at her nipple, fingers deep and curling. There wasn't a bit of the hesitancy or reluctance from their first encounter, only an overwhelming force and desire. It was exactly what she wanted. "See how much better it is, ah... when you just... mm, let it happen? Take what you, oo, want?"

Eric remained silent, just breathing heavily as he began tugging Vicki's dress up. With his fingers still inside of her, she did her best to help, quickly removing the dress and leaving her in just her soaked panties. Dress discarded, his free hand found her ass, gripping it, spreading it, holding tight as he began to finger her faster. And the pressure of his grip and the way he was manhandling her pressed against her plug, shoving it further into her butt.

"Oh, god, yes," Vicki gasped, now leaning fully into Eric's body as he forcefully explored her body. She was quick to return the favor, hands tugging down his pajama bottoms and starting to jerk him off. He was already hard for her, and her touch teased him to new heights. But he wasn't going to cum just yet.

Eric removed his hands from Vicki's ass and crotch, instead gripping her hips and spinning her around. The sudden movement had the exact desired effect, causing her to lose balance and fall into a bend over the couch. For a brief moment, he marveled at the sight of the bejeweled plug handle stretching her ass -- fuck, it was big -- and the way her anus seemed to be puckering around it. But he didn't want to leave her untouched long enough for her to regain her bearings, so Eric was fast to slip his dick into her soaking pussy and start pounding into her.

"Eric, fuck... you're an animal, yes."

"For my little slut, I'm a machine, baby," he grunted, shifting one hand to her lower back as he lost himself in the pleasure of her hot little hole. For a hot-to-trot slut, she was tight, her pussy squeezing and milking him with each thrust. Of course, he also knew what was just above his dick, stretching her asshole wide for him. He leaned closer to her ear, still eagerly fucking her. "That plug... you want me to fuck you in the ass, baby?"

"If you want to, D-daddy," Vicki responded, gasping between every other word; Eric's assault was keeping her properly overwhelmed. "I wanted, mm, to be ready for you."

"Good girl," he answered, nipping at her ear before straightening back up. It was hard to imagine leaving her pussy, as good as it felt milking his cock, but the plug beckoned to him. His hand found it, giving it some teasing tugs with each thrust. The motion pulled additional mewling sounds from Vicki, egging him further on. Slowly, he tugged at the plug, allowing the bulbous head to stretch Vicki an extra little bit as he pulled it fully out of her. Even still, she looked so wonderfully tight, and he was dying to feel it. He begrudgingly slipped out of her vagina and lined up with her anus. "You ready, baby?"

"Yes, Daddy, I've been ready all-- OH!"

Vicki let out a yelp as Eric slammed forward, no warning, into her asshole. The yelp quickly turned to a deep moan as her whole body shuddered, struggling with, but soon accepting, the intrusion inside of her. Panting, Vicki glanced back as Eric pressed down against her, placing his lips to her ear again.

"I told you," he whispered, "I wasn't going to go easy on you."

"I wouldn't expect you to, Daddy," Vicki whined, gripping the couch cushions hard as she settled into the feeling of Eric's dick up her ass. "Mm, feels so good... so full..."

"Agreed," Eric said, straightening up while keeping a hand firm against Vicki's back, holding her down as he began to pull himself out of her ass. He got halfway out, admiring how her anus gripped his dick, then began to push back in. He started slow, enjoying the tight, hot grip of Vicki's butt as he worked it looser than the plug ever could've. There was a lot to enjoy, from the sight of her bent over in front of him, to the way she quivered with every move he made, to the moans escaping from her lips.

"You're such an amazing little whore, you know that?" Eric said, using his free hand to grip Vicki's hip as he started to pick up speed. "You know how to please your man and do as you're told."

"Ahh, I'm glad... I could get you to use me properly," Vicki moaned, glancing over her shoulder to watch as Eric fucked her. "I'm so happy to, mmm, be your plaything."

"So good at it," Eric said with a grunt, now fully fucking Vicki's ass. In and out, pumping hard and fast as he lost himself in the rhythm and friction, enjoying the feel of her tight body. God, she was fit, just a bendy thing made for fucking and pleasure, and she was his to use as he pleased. So why shouldn't he indulge when she was so willing and desperate, when it brought them both such joy? From the way she moaned and shook, he wondered if she might even be enjoying herself more than he was.

"Oh, fuck!" Vicki yelled, her back convulsing up hard enough to push Eric's hand away. As if in direct response to his thoughts, Vicki's body shuddered hard with an orgasm, a deep, shaky moan escaping her mouth as her core tightened. Eric rolled with it, wrapping an arm around Vicki and yanking her to a vertical position, continuing to fuck her ass as it flexed around his cock. He did his best to push her orgasm to last as long as possible, roughly groping at her tit, squeezing her hip, kissing her neck. All the while, the vice grip of her ass was pushing him closer and closer to his limit.

"Going to... cum..."

"D-do it..." Vicki stuttered, still shaking. "Please, f-fucking fill me up."

"You think you deserve it?" Eric asked, right on the edge, but holding on, relishing the begging, dreamy tone of her voice. "Have you been a good enough girl?"

"Yes, sir, I h-have," Vicki continued, now gripping at the arm around her waist as Eric fucked her like the cumslut ragdoll she was. "I need Daddy's cum so bad."

"Then... you can... have it, baby!" Eric gave a few final thrusts before fully burying himself in Vicki's ass and letting go. With a loud groan, Eric came deep inside Vicki's butt, a powerful blast that quickly filled what little room was available and began to pump around his dick. Vicki shuddered all over again at the sensation, her ass still sensitive from the anal-only orgasm she'd just been blessed with.

"Fuck," Vicki gasped as Eric let her go, body shuddering at the sudden emptiness of her butt and the flood of cum that immediately started pouring out of her. Vicki was surprised again as Eric shoved her roughly to the floor. She looked up to him, still panting.

"Hardwood's easier to clean than the couch," he said, an almost dismissive tone that got Vicki even hotter. This was truly the Eric she wanted, the one that used her, not just said he would. And he continued to live up, settling into a seated position and staring hard at her before gesturing to his shrinking member. "Speaking of cleaning up."

Vicki obeyed dutifully, picking herself up to her knees and moving between Eric's legs, taking his member into her mouth. It was a mess, covered in cum and the taste of her own ass, but she worked it hard as commanded. Not that he'd have let her slack off, taking a firm grip on her hair and working her head up and down on his lap. It didn't take too long for him to get hard again, the darting teases of Vicki's tongue and the way she gagged and teared up pushing him to dizzying heights. And through it all, the eye contact she kept, the urging, lustful stare that assured him however rough he was being, she wanted it harder. And he wanted to give it to her.

"That's my good girl," Eric grunted, starting to thrust up into Vicki's throat with reckless abandon. Vicki was gagging loudly, but she kept staring dutifully, her mascara a full-on runny mess now. She allowed herself to be used roughly, reveling in the control Eric had over her and fingering herself desperately. "You know what you're good for, don't you?"

Unable to speak, Vicki let out a deep moan around Eric's dick as he held her face down against his crotch. He grunted in response, working her throat on his cock, driving himself closer to another orgasm.

"Good for fucking and not much else," he moaned, finally letting her off his dick to breathe. She gave a ragged gasp, panting as she immediately began jerking Eric off, keeping the pleasure constant for her master. She giggled slightly, eyes half-lidded and face glistening and sticky.

"Need more of your cum, Daddy," she said, jerking him faster. "Need to know I've been your good little girl."

"Good little slut," Eric corrected, jerking his hips to smack her cheek with his dick. "Don't you ever forget."

"Yes, sir," Vicki moaned, rubbing his cock against her face, slapping herself with it. "I'm your slutty girl, and she just wants to know she's served you well."

"So well," Eric confirmed, again plunging into her throat. He was pushing hard now, building to climax. "You've been everything I could ever dream of. Just a wonderful, tight, flexible body, made for taking my cock. Too good to quit... I'll never pretend otherwise again, baby."