The Homewor Cheater

As Grace got out of the car, she glanced over at Tony, who was making his way up the steps to the front door of her home. The house she had spent almost her entire life in, full of memories from youth till her current time in high school. The view of her house was now defiled with the figure of Tony, an unassumingly scary and sick individual who had just dumped a massive load of sperm in Grace's stomach only a few minutes prior. She could only imagine what he wanted next.

As he reached the top of the steps, Tony turned and looked back at Grace and her shapely figure. How he craved what he would get from her the rest of the afternoon. She saw the fire in his eyes; a signal that the future would not bode well.

"What are you waiting for?" he said, teasing her from afar. His tone exhibited an eagerness to make it through the doorway into her home.

Grace grabbed her backpack out of Tony's car before heading up the stairs herself. As she got to the door she reached behind her into the side pocket of her backpack, removing the keys. Her hands were shaking slightly, not allowing her to get a firm grasp on them.

"Open the door, Grace." Tony said to her, as she continued to fumble. He reached out with a hand, groping one of her asscheeks through her yoga pants. It filled his entire hand and more, the flesh pushing between his fingers and caressing his hand like a pillow. He kneaded it as Grace continued to search for her keys, the undesired presence on her backside inspiring her to search faster.

"Jesus Christ...this ass is insane," he said with pure wonder, still kneading her with his hand. In the tight pants, her ass looked like two globes side-by-side. They jutted out from her waist, an obscene display compared to the size of her frame.

"Fuck off, Tony," Grace replied as she finally opened the door, trying to pull herself away from his grip. Tony quickly removed his hand from her thick butt and wrapped it in her hair, pulling her head back. She was immobilized by the stinging pain on her scalp from his taut grip.

"That's no way to talk to me, Grace. I own you now. That butt of yours, it's mine. Hell, your entire body is mine too. Everything you flaunt around at school, it belongs to me. Need I continue?"

"Ah!" Grace exclaimed as he gave an extra yank to her hair, "You don't own shit, Tony." He glared at her, and pulled her inside.

"We'll fucking see about that."

He led her by the hair, emitting occasional 'ow!'s from Grace, into the house and to the living room. To their left was a couch across from a large TV, a coffee table and some decoration adorning the room. He pulled her backpack off her and threw it to the side. In one motion he bent her body over the armrest of the dark leather couch, causing her to fall forwards and leaving her knees slightly bent. It was too short for her to stand up while bent over, but too high for her to rest her knees on the floor, so she partially knelt and stood off the edge of the couch. Her ass was perched on top of the armrest, the plump spheres pointing to the sky.

Grabbing her yoga pants around her cheeks, Tony pulled as hard as he could. Grace heard the sound of the fabric beginning to tear.

"What the fuck Tony?!"

Not a second later, the fabric tore right at her crack, exposing both of her voluptuous cheeks to the open air. Tony tore them further, making sure the entirety of her ass was exposed. Just like the unfortunate pants, Tony grabbed her panties and quickly ripped them, leaving her completely open to him.

With both hands he grabbed her cheeks, one in each hand, violently kneading and groping them. He clapped them together, the loud and sharp sound echoing through the room. Taking one hand off her cheeks, he reached for his phone with the other, and took a few photographs of her wide rear and pussy lips peeking between her legs.

"Fuck, I'm going to have some fun with these."

Leaning in, Tony began to kiss and run his tongue over her plump cheeks. His grip on her kept her body held down on the couch, helpless to get up. Taking his time he worked over her, not leaving a square inch left undiscovered as he savored the smooth and plush skin before him.

Soon, Tony moved to his prize. Taking one hand off her ass, he began to stroke her folds, just like he had in the car. Instantly, Grace gasped and her breathing rose and he continued to rub her with different motions, switching up his direction and pace to see what got to her. Grace was notoriously sensitive, so even the lightest touch from Tony would get her riled up.

Moving further, Tony pressed his head in between her plump cheeks and began to work his tongue around her lips. Grace immediately let out moans at the strokes Tony was making behind her. Despite her compromising position and desire for Tony to pack up his things and leave, her body was betraying her. The movement of his tongue convinced Grace that she wouldn't put up a fight.

He continued to eat her out from behind, stroking her with his tongue and using one hand to assist. Occasionally, he would dart his tongue inside her, inching past her opening and teasing her.

He brought down his other hand from groping her cheeks to her asshole. He stuck a finger in his mouth, lubricating it, before bringing it back to her asshole and working it around her ring.

"Not there, Tony, please don't," Grace pleaded. She was fine getting eaten out, but had rarely even done anything that included the anus.

Tony took her denial as an invitation, pushing forward with the finger. He made a bit of progress, the tip of it entering her sphincter. He slowly inched in, until it was buried up to his knuckle.

"When I say you belong to me, Grace, that means ALL your holes belong to me."

The finger in her ass had surprisingly increased Grace's sensation. With his hands, Tony had fingers in both of her holes, and Grace moaned even louder than before. From Tony's finger, she realized her ass was just as sensitive as her pussy, and the combination of his hands and mouth working her out was causing her brain to fog over.

Tony continued his pace, building her up closer to orgasm, feeling her involuntary shakes and twitches. Grace could feel herself reaching the edge, when all of a sudden, everything stopped.

Grace lifted her head up and tried to look back up at Tony, but his hand moved to her back and pushed her down.

Tony bent over her, his cock coming to rest between her cheeks. Grace realized then that his cock had come out of his pants at some point, and she hadn't even realized it. He leaned entirely on top of her on the couch, his head falling right next to hers. One hand remained on her shoulders, and with the other he gripped her hair, pulling her head and arching her back. He leaned his head to the side, and whispered into Grace's ear.

"See Grace, this doesn't have to be difficult. You see what I can do for you? I own you, and clearly I can make you feel good."

"Go fuck yourself, Tony," Grace jabbed back at him, her neck pulled back by Tony's grip on her scalp.

"You know you're just a slut, Grace. Just accept it and we can have an amazing time."

"I'm not a slut, you cunt." At that, Tony took the hand on her shoulder and moved it back down to her pussy, where he shoved his hand hard and fast into her, emitting a loud moan from her as he worked his fingers.

"Clearly," Tony remarked.

He spent a few more minutes exploring her insides with his hands, rubbing against her interior walls and garnering different reactions from Grace. Some of his strokes hit her in the right spots, and she'd gasp or moan at the members working their way inside her. Still laying on top of her, he would angle her head to give him a view of her neck, where he planted kisses and licks along her.

Eventually, Tony decided he was ready to move on.

Removing his hands from her, he picked her up and spun her around. He rested her chin on the couch's armrest, the rest of her body laid out on the couch behind her. With one hand on her head, he took off his pants with the other.

Tony intertwined both hands in her hair and lined up his cock with his lips. He pushed forward, rubbing it against her mouth, but she kept it tightly closed, not letting him enter. At this sign of defiance, Tony slapped her back and forth with his cock a few times, jabbing Grace on different parts of her face.

"Be a good slut Grace, don't make this harder than it needs to be." He tightened his grip on her hair, causing her to yell out, and he took the opportunity to push forward into her open mouth.

Grace gulped at the sudden intrusion before moving her tongue to make room for Tony's thick member. She knew she was helpless, so she tried her best to accept her situation to minimize the uncomfortable feeling of Tony stretching out her gullet. She breathed calmly through her nose.

Tony fucked her face at a medium pace for a few minutes, switching between long, deep strokes and rapid, shallow ones. He wasn't trying to cum just yet, he wanted to just enjoy using Grace's face like a fleshlight, savoring the warmth and the tongue she had added in. This wasn't about getting the best experience from Grace's holes just yet. He was breaking her in. The more he used Grace, the more she'd accept that she was his.

After multiple minutes of abusing her mouth, he pulled out and gave her a chance to breathe.

"Now Grace, when are your parents going to be home?"

"My dad is--hlck!"

As she started speaking, Tony shoved about half his dick back in Grace's mouth, beginning to fuck her face again.

"What's that? Speak up, I can't hear you Grace," Tony said, smirking down at her. The only thing that came from her mouth was a rhythmic "glck, glmph, ghlp!" as he thrust in and out of her tight throat. He gave her a few dozen more thrusts.

Tony left her mouth once again and she coughed and sputtered, spit falling from her lips. A long strand of saliva connected Tony's tip to her bottom lip.

"When will they get here Grace. How long do I own you tonight?"

"He's out on a wor--mmmph!" Tony again shoved almost his entire length back into Grace's mouth, cutting her off again and burying himself past the barrier to her throat. He laughed loudly to himself, cackling like a superhero's arch-nemesis. Her mouth was like a toy, a hole to pleasure him that happened to be attached to another person. From the look in Grace's eyes, it did not appear she thought it was funny.

"Don't lie to me either, Grace. I'll know if you're lying," he said, one hand on the back of her head while he fucked her face. He pulled out his phone with the other. Lining up the phone's camera above her face and burying himself to the hilt, his balls came to rest against her chin and her lips wrapped around his base. Grace heard the characteristic click of photos being taken as she felt her esophagus stretch to accommodate Tony. The final one also came with a flash, temporarily blinding her.

"If you lie to me, these photos are going out. Then there's hard evidence of Grace the whore, fucking any dude she needs to to get her homework done." He held himself in her for a few more seconds, depriving Grace of air, before pulling back again. She gasped for air, coughing a few times from the invader that had just dislodged itself.

"Now, tell me." Tony looked down at her, waiting for a response.

"My dad is out on a work trip, he won't be home tonight... I don't know about my mom, she rarely goes to the office, and she usually gets home late." She spoke slowly, catching her breath in between her words, recovering from what she had endured so far.

"How late?" Tony asked, with one hand rubbing his cock along her face, wetly dragging across her cheeks and nose, as Tony snapped a few more pictures in the process.

"I don't know," Grace replied, her eyes shut from the wet member dragging along her nose. "Probably like seven or eight, she has to drive back from the city."

Tony glanced at the time on his phone, seeing that he had plenty of hours left before Grace's mother would be back. "Perfect," he replied.

He put his phone back in his pocket, and replaced his hands on the back of Grace's head and resumed fucking her mouth. Grace's throat had become sore, having been fucked in the truck and now getting a second beating on the couch. Her eyes pleaded up at Tony, who had begun to thrust with a renewed vigor into the poor girl's gullet. Each time he buried himself all the way in her, his balls slapped on her chin and emitted a gag from Grace.

After a few more minutes, he was satisfied with the throatfuck. He pulled out and grabbed Grace by the hair. Tony had much more in store, so he had no plans on cumming any time soon.

"Where's the bedroom, Grace?" Tony commanded her.

He pulled her up by the hair, and helped her stand up. Once standing, he grabbed her sweatshirt and helped pull it over her head, before throwing it to the floor. Grace now stood topless, just her bra remaining, her torn yoga pants leaving her asscheeks exposed to the open air.

She began to head towards the stairs, to the second floor where all the bedrooms were. Tony followed closely behind her, delivering swift spanks to her ass as she walked. His lust grew every time he sent a shockwave through the delicious flesh.

As they began the trek up the tall stairs, Tony pushed her, causing her to fall forward onto the stairs. Grace caught herself, reacting quick enough to put two hands down to catch herself on a step.

"Ow, what the hell, Tony?" Grace said, as she began to turn towards him. Tony stopped her by grabbing her waist with one hand and placing the other on her back, forcing her to face towards the stairs. Grace was on all fours still, her feet on one step and her hands together a few steps up. Tony then lined his cock up with her folds, rubbing around her opening.

"Tony, not right--ahh!"

Grace was cut off as Tony plunged himself into her, burying the majority of his length in her warm pussy. She was incredibly tight, having no time to adjust to Tony's size which had just stuffed her completely full. Grace had never taken anyone as large as Tony, whose eight inches had surprisingly fit all the way inside her. The feeling of fullness gave her a slightly painful sensation, but lit a pleasurable fire inside her.

Tony started off slow, allowing Grace's body to open up and welcome him. He moved his hands to grip Grace by the sides of her ass, and picked up his pace to a steading fucking. As she allowed him in, Tony was able to fuck her all the way to the hilt, each time sending waves across her mounds of flesh. He lightly pulled her asscheeks apart just to get a peek at her puckered star.

"Keep going, Grace. Show me where the bedroom is." At that remark, Tony added in a few slaps across her cheeks, bidding her to continue upwards. The blows made Tony feel like a jockey, riding a massive beast like a horse or a bull, commanding it where to go. The immense size of Grace's cheeks definitely added to his vision.

Slowly, Grace crawled up the stairs on all fours, only able to move one appendage at a time as Tony continued to pound her at full speed. She'd move a hand up to the next step, then try and move a foot up, at a snail's pace make progress up the steps as the sensations from Tony's fucking clogged her brain. Her sensitive pussy was writhing from the stimulation of Tony's girthy member.

The tall stairway seemed to never end for Grace, whose cheeks had gone bright red from Tony's repeated blows. Tony was fucking her brains out, and they hadn't even made it to her bedroom. Each thrust sent resonating waves across her huge cheeks, like waves crashing haphazardly after someone cannonballs into a small pool. Tony was lost in his lust, relishing the sight of Grace in this compromising position while he sank repeatedly into her. Step by step they made their way up the staircase.

At the top, Tony picked her up from behind, still buried inside her. Her legs dangled freely as he carried her down the hallway while looking into each of the open doors. Grace moaned as she was impaled fully on his member, unable to pull herself off due to gravity. He absolutely filled her guts, spearing deeper into her than anyone had ever gone before.

"I'll guess this one is yours." He carried her through the doorway and plopped her down on her bed. He looked around at the belongings in her room. The walls were painted white, adorned with few decorations. Her desk and mirror sat in one corner, various notebooks and makeup items strewn across it. Her closet was stuffed full of clothes and shoes.

Tony approached the bed and grabbed her by the shoulders, flipping her over onto her stomach. He removed the belt around his waist, using it to tie both of Grace's hands together behind her back. She put up no resistance, still recovering from the stairs-fucking. He flipped her over onto her back and moved her to the edge of the bed. He angled her so her head was hanging off upside-down, giving him a perfect angle for entry.

In one swift motion, Tony moved his cock perfectly in line with her throat and entered her all the way to his base. It filled her gullet and limited her oxygen intake immediately. Tony could see with his own eyes his member stuffing her throat, and he reached a hand down to feel the taut skin. He rubbed up and down her throat, almost like he was jerking himself off through her neck.

"Jesus, Grace, you might have the best mouth in the world."

Grace could offer no response other than her gulps and gags which rang out through the small bedroom. Tony had been sitting with his entire length in her as he stroked her neck, constantly triggering her gag reflex and cutting off her air supply. Grace tried her best to alert him to her struggle, and finally he pulled himself back to his tip allowing her some space to recover. She gasped and coughed, his head still nestled in the front of her mouth.

After giving her a moment to rest, Tony went back to throatfucking her like he did on the couch, except this time she was flipped over. While in the upside-down position, he savored more the sight of Grace, tied-up and massaging his member with her esophagus. On each thrust into her, he could see her throat fill, then shrink back to size as he pulled out.

Grace did her best to keep up with Tony's pace. Since he had gotten in a steady rhythm, she could time her breaths, getting air when he pulled out. She could feel her neck expanding each time Tony's eight inch monster plunged back into her depths.

Not only was he expanding the size of her gullet, but on each balls-deep thrust his sack would slap against Grace's face, hitting her in the eyes and nose. She tried closing her eyes, focusing not on Tony's abuse of her mouth but on keeping up with his pace.

After only a few minutes, Tony picked up his pace even more, ready to deliver another load into Grace as he did in the truck. Grace sensed this, as she felt his member harden slightly in her mouth, and heard the sound of Tony's breathing pick up like it had on the drive home.

In one rapid thrust, Tony yet again buried himself fully inside Grace, letting out a loud moan. He leaned forward onto her, laying on her with his cock taking up the entirety of her throat and balls resting against her forehead, as he dumped streams of cum directly into Grace's stomach.

Just like she had to keep up with the pace of his facefucking, Grace tried to keep up with the pace of his jets of semen. Similar to in the car, it felt like Tony was shooting a gallon of cum into her through a garden hose. It went on for what felt like an eternity as she simultaneously drew small breaths through her nose to survive.

She could feel the involuntary convulsions and twitches of Tony's body on top of her. Eventually he finished cumming, but remained with his weight on Grace, recovering from the massage Grace's windpipe had given him. She coughed around the length in her, alerting Tony to remove himself before she ran out of air.