"YOU DIRTY SLUT," Andrew thought with a smile. Wendy, his wife, had called him at work and told him of her plan to seduce Donna, their new neighbor. As instructed, he had quietly entered his home through the back door, walked down the stairs, and looked around the corner into the family room. Andrew was rewarded with the lurid scene before him. Wendy was on her knees in front of Donna, who was restrained in the sex swing they had installed in the family room. Donna was still in the pink tank top but without the white shorts she was wearing when she arrived an hour ago. She had her legs forced wide open by the straps on the swing, allowing Wendy full access to her sex. He also noted the petite blonde's discarded sex soaked shorts and the small puddle on the hardwood floor beneath her. Another woman who squirts - how lovely this one will be tomorrow night, thought Andrew. Donna's 34b breasts were outlined, with her nipples standing at attention, against the light material of her tank top - providing clear evidence of her sexual arousal. "She's perfect" Andrew commented. Wendy looked over her shoulder and smiled wickedly at her husband as if to say, "I told you so," and then turned back to continue to violate her helpless neighbor. Donna held onto the swing as though she were hanging onto the ledge on the side of a cliff. She was deeply embarrassed to have just cum so hard that she had squirted all over Wendy's face. Even more mortifying was the fact that her tormentors' husband was witnessing her lewd display. While these thoughts were coursing through her mind, her body continued to respond to - and display her primal lust and desire.
It had started innocently enough, with Donna being invited over for an iced tea on a warm summer's Friday afternoon. Donna, and her husband David, had moved into the neighborhood just last week. While David was away for the weekend, Donna was finishing putting away the contents of the few remaining boxes in the garage. Wendy's pretext for the visit was to have her new neighbor accept a cold drink and get acquainted, but the truth was much more sordid. Donna, being new to the neighborhood and anxious to make new friends, gratefully accepted the offer. When the young woman entered Wendy's family room she was immediately curious about the tangle of vinyl material and polyester straps hanging from the ceiling. She asked, "What is that?" Wendy relied, "A swing." Donna had never seen a sex swing before and showed her innocence by asking, "Why do you have a swing in the middle of your family room with only cushions on the floor surrounding it?" Wendy replied, "Andrew and I host a monthly party with our close friends and we use it in a party game we like to play."
"Let me show you" offered Wendy, with the full knowledge that her plan to first seduce and then coerce her neighbor was beginning wonderfully. "Sit on the swing seat and let me adjust the straps." Donna hesitated for a moment, but in an effort to please her new friend, sat as she was instructed and allowed Wendy to tighten the straps on her wrists. "Wait, I can't move my hands" Donna said twisting against her bonds. "I know" replied Wendy, "Just wait until I fasten the straps on your legs, you will love how it feels!" "No" whimpered Donna, "please let me go." Wendy smiled at her friend, "Relax, I am just getting you prepared for the party tomorrow night." Wendy opened the belt and pulled down the zipper on Donna's white shorts. Wendy tugged the shorts off, carelessly allowing them to drop to the floor, revealing the fact that Donna did not have any panties on underneath her shorts. "Well, well, what a little whore you are!" exclaimed Wendy, looking admiringly at the shaved mound of her neighbor's sex. "I never wear panties when it is this hot out." Donna whispered as if she felt the need to explain. Wendy roughly opened her neighbor's left leg and tightened the Velcro straps. She repeated the process with her neighbor's right leg, taking her time as if to demonstrate her dominance. Donna jerked as Wendy's fingers traced a path from her lips, down her neck and finishing the journey at her pert breasts. "Stop, stop, please stop!" Donna implored, her pale blue eyes welling with tears. Wendy laughed, "Sorry sweetheart, I've wanted to fuck you ever since I watched you move in last week. I loved watching your tight little ass as you bent down to pick up those boxes in your garage. I have dreamt about eating your sweet pussy every night for the past week and now I am going to take you!"
Wendy knelt on the cushion in front of her helpless victim and began to savor the control she had over her neighbor. She started by opening Donna's pussy with two fingers of her right hand, exposing her clit, and with her other hand she twisted Donna's hardened nipples through the light material of the tank top. "Look at what a whore you are." Wendy said as her own breathing became more rapid - matching that of her victim. "Look at how hard and wet you're clit is getting. You love being treated like a worthless whore!" Wendy opened her mouth and lewdly licked her lips. "I think I will begin by fucking you with my tongue." With no further delay, Wendy began her assault on Donna's pink trimmed treasure. She ran her tongue from the bottom of Donna's pussy on her journey to her ultimate destination -- her conquests juicy pearl. Wendy roughly ran her tongue across the hardened nub of Donna's clit in an effort to intensify her earth shattering orgasm. Wendy would like Donna's clit back and forth six or seven times and then stop to look up at her victim and say, "You dirty little whore, you love me eating your nasty pussy! Look at how you'r trying to shove your pussy down my throat."
Donna didn't know how Wendy instinctively knew that she needed to be treated roughly, and spoken to as though she was a piece of meat, but she was well beyond the point of caring. Donna squirmed and tried to break free of her bondage, but to no avail. Wendy had plenty of practice using the restraints on the swing and Satan himself stood no chance of freeing himself from her clutches. Donna responded, first by fighting the emotions she began to feel, but that internal struggle only intensified her response to her inevitable surrender. Actually being restrained was new, but very exciting to her. Her orgasm was more powerful than anything she had every experienced before -- a virtual tsunami of orgasmic waves flooding her body, exposing her every wanton desire. Wave after unending wave flooded through her causing her to tremble and feel like she was falling out of the swing. She felt the unfamiliar sensation of her pussy actually squirting stream after stream of cum onto Wendy's face! While she wouldn't think about it until later that night, while masturbating in her bed reliving the events of the afternoon, there was no doubt in her mind that this response was directly related to her first time being taken against her will and treated like the whore in her fantasies.
