Paybac

If you want 10" cocks, women who orgasm in 10 seconds flat, simultaneous orgasms or gallons of cum then I'm sorry, but this is not the right story for you. I like to write about ordinary people with ordinary sexual appetites in slightly out of the ordinary situations. I try to keep the plot lines as near to reality as I can.

This story has a fair amount of reluctance bordering on rape. If this offends you (and as a woman I can totally understand that), please do not read it

Constructive feedback welcome. I am from UK, so UK spelling applies. Thank you for reading my story.

Act 1 -- Dinner

I was surprised my husband had taken me to my favourite restaurant on my birthday. It's not that he's a bad husband, quite the opposite he is a great provider. He works so hard, and our family wants for nothing. It's just that because he is rarely at home we have grown apart over the years and I can't remember the last time he took me out. We get on very well at a superficial level, but it's fair to say the spark has long gone.

I don't know whether he has had affairs, but I wouldn't be surprised as he is a rich man who exercises regularly and has kept his good looks. I admit I have strayed, probably to try and add some excitement to my sometimes, boring life. I'm not proud of that but everyone has needs.

After some great food and equally great wine we were being driven home.

"Well, that was a lovely surprise, thank you ". I said as I kissed him on the cheek.

"It's only just started, tonight is going to be a night of surprises," he chuckled.

I smiled at him. "ooooooo. Tell me more."

"They won't be surprises, if I do."

I was intrigued and excited. This was a new side to my man, and I liked it.

Act 2 -- Bed

When we got home, we had a quick brandy each and then he led me to our bedroom. I was liking this more and more. Once inside I put my arms around his neck and kissed him on the lips, "what happens next?"

"You lie on the bed, and I put these cuffs on you."

This was a was a complete departure from him and I was intrigued, excited and confused in equal measure. I was keen to see what was going to happen next, so I lay down in the middle of the bed, grinning from ear to ear. He cuffed me to the headboard with my arms in a 'Y' shape with what looked like fake pink fur lined flimsy handcuffs. He then spread my legs and tied them with what looked like silk scarves to the foot of the bed. The final touch was a silk scarf tied around my eyes.

"This exciting." I said as I adjusted my position the get comfortable. It was only then that I realised that the cuffs where quite heavy for fake ones and the silk scarves on my feet allowed virtually no movement. "Can you loosen the cuffs a bit?" I asked.

"Not yet."

"Soon then?"

"Soon enough." I heard him move away, pick something metallic up from the dresser and approach the end of the bed. The next thing I heard was the snip-snip of a pair of scissors and the feeling of cold steel as they made their way up my thighs.

"No, not this dress. It's my favourite."

"Don't worry I'm going to give you enough money to buy a whole new wardrobe." That really confused me. He was already a good provider; I didn't need extra money for clothes. It wasn't really the point; this was my favourite dress. My concentration was broken as I felt the cold steel of the scissors run up over my left hip and towards my tummy button. They then turned up between my breasts. He pulled the dress apart, cut the straps and yanked it from under me. 'That was a bit rough', I thought to myself. That's not like him.

I heard him pick up the scissors again. "Not my underwear, please. Let me take them off." He didn't reply and I sighed as I felt him cut my knickers on both hips, my bra straps and finally between the cups. Thankfully he didn't yank my underwear off with the same force, but he wasn't gentle about it.

Alarm bells were sounding in my head. The heavy-duty nature of my restraints and near violent removal of my clothing made me slightly uncomfortable. The excitement was ebbing away from me, being replaced by concern and confusion. This didn't seem like play anymore, but what could I do?

I was reassured when he sat down on the bed near my waist and started to stroke me. He started with my breasts and, as if to reassure me, he kissed me softly and sexily on my lips. I sighed as his hands continued to work my right nipple with one hand and the curves of my left breast with his other. "Hmmm. That's nice." I murmured encouragement.

One hand stayed with my breast as the other made its way down across my belly. It moved down and through my pubic hair to my clit. My hips responded automatically, pushing up against his finger as I sighed my approval.

"Do you like that?"

"Oh yes..... its' been a long time." I whispered, relived as my feeling of confusion lifted. To be replaced by a familiar sexual warmth.

"A long time? A week isn't a long time." I was confused. Whilst we had sex every month or, so it had been years since he had touched me like this.

"A week?"

"Yes, a week. You were making love like this around 3pm on Monday afternoon." My body tensed but before I could lie, he followed up with. "Surely you remember having sex with Steve your personal trainer." My hips stopped. My mind froze. 'oh, fuck'. He continued to massage my clit and labia. I was frightened. "Relax, I know all about your little liaisons." He continued to stroke me, and it struck me that his hands were soft and gentle. He was trying to turn me on. I was totally confused and should have called a halt, but my pussy and nipples were singing a different tune. They were enjoying every moment of his attention. I felt my hips relax back into the bed.

"Is Steve a good lover."

"It meant nothing......" He cut me off.

"Ssshhh. Relax. Tell me, is he a good lover?" I was now totally confused. Why wasn't my husband angry? Why wasn't he shouting at me? Why was he continuing to turn me on? As if to make a point he slid two fingers into me and my hips, on autopilot, rose to meet his knuckles. "Are you thinking of his cock sliding into you now?" Before I could answer he kissed me again, this time pushing his tongue into my mouth. I have to a admit I did have a flash back to Monday and envisioned Steve's sweating body fucking me with his lovely hard cock.

My body knew how to react to my husband, my mind was confused, and my voice totally absent. "So.... Is Steve a good lover? Is he as good as your other lovers?" I was so confused now I wanted to cry. I knew I had been caught out. I could have coped with a shouting match but not with these fingers softly stroking me in very intimate places. Coaxing me to arousal. Then it dawned on me; he was turned on by the thought of me having sex with other men.

"You are so wet. Come on, I want to know. Is that because you are thinking of Steve or one of your other conquests."

I finally spoke. "I'm wet because you are doing such a great job of stroking me. I am wet because I am ready to be taken by you."

"That's nice but tell me about Steve and the others. What excites you about playing away?"

I decided to give him what he wanted and replied. "The naughtiness of it. The sneaking around. The walking past hotel receptionists and smiling at them knowing I'm about to be fucked."

"Not big cocks and virile young men?"

"No, the taboo nature of it."

"So, you don't enjoy sex with 20 somethings?......... I do." An admission: he was having affairs too. Maybe I should have been jealous but, tied to a bed naked with his finger working my wet pussy, all I could do was smile. I didn't feel so bad about my own infidelity.

I opened up even more. "Of course, what's not to like, very hard cocks getting very hard just for me."

"Oh yes and the smoothness of young skin." Once again two fingers moved in me.

I decided to push the limits. "Would you like to watch me? Would you like to see a rampant young cock enter me?"

He replied. "Ah, you read my mind but not in the way you think. I am going to watch you, tonight as it happens, but it will be a 'one off'. You see we are going to get a divorce and to make sure your, no doubt, very smart lawyer doesn't take me to the cleaners, I'm going to video your 'last waltz." His voice was cold, but his hands were warm, still gently caressing me as he delivered his message.

"I don't want a divorce."

"I don't care what you want." Three fingers in me and he bent down to suck my nipple. Again, not roughly; he was still trying (and despite his words, succeeding) to turn me on.

"We don't have to do this. You don't have to tie me down. I don't want a divorce but even if it happens, I wouldn't dream of ripping you off."

"Given how many times you have cheated on me, I don't trust you. I want an insurance policy. The video is it. I'm just going to get your lover. I won't be long."

Act 3 -- Revenge

As soon as I heard him leave the bedroom, I thrashed around trying to get free. It was useless. I heard footsteps re-enter the room. "No point in trying to get free until I have my insurance policy." I felt someone get onto the bed between my spread legs and then my husband's voice close to my head. He whispered (and I could tell he was smiling), "your lover is here. He is naked and has a surprisingly good erection for you already."

"We don't need to do this."

"Oh, but we do, as I have already explained to you. Any way it's not up for negotiation. Don't you want to know who is going to push his unprotected cock into you."

"You can't do that; you know I'm not on the pill."

"I don't care. Don't you want to know who he is? You know him. I will give you a clue. He's the last person in the world who you would expect to be sitting between your legs staring at your wet flower". I couldn't think. I didn't want to think. I wanted this nightmare to be over. My body was desperate to be fucked but my mind was halfway down the stairs and out the door. I didn't care who it was. My mind wanted to wake up from a bad dream. My husband started to loosen the blindfold. He took it off, but I kept my eyes tight shut hoping everything would go away. "Come on, open your eyes. See the man who is going to rut you like the bitch you are." I complied and because the bedroom was dimly lit it took a few seconds for my eyes to acclimatise.

I looked up and saw the cock. It was definitely standing to attention, in any other circumstances I may have been impressed.. The chest... an older man. The face............. My dad.......oh fuck....my dad. He was kneeling between my legs sitting back on his heels. I exploded. "Don't be so fucking ridiculous." Followed quickly by "dad, what the fuck are you doing here?" His eyes never left my pussy. My legs tried to close, and my hands tried to cover my pussy, but my bonds made it impossible to do either. My face went a shade of bright crimson.

"I've told him not to speak. To be fair to him he didn't volunteer exactly. He has been cheating me in our business. Cheating with some very nasty characters who now want him dead. They have agreed that they won't kill him if I pay them back the cash he stole and humiliate him by getting him to fuck his own daughter. So, the video works on two levels; proof for the Albanians and insurance for me. If your lawyer gets clever in the divorce, I will release the video. Firstly, to your mum and if that doesn't bring you to heal; to all you friends.

"Please.......we don't need to do this."

"We do." He continued, "look at it this way. You will be saving your dad's life and getting a fair and amicable divorce in the bargain. You can have the house and a generous allowance, but you are not getting your cheating hands on my investments or business interests."

"Please no, not this, there must be another way." My dad was still staring at my pussy, and his cock was still hard. I scowled at him. I nearly said something, but I needed to concentrate on my husband. I so wanted to cover my pussy. I did not want my dad to see my petals spread in damp arousal.

"There is no other way, and, in any case, it is fitting revenge for your cheating ways. Don't you think?" I felt like pointing out he had admitted cheating, but I was the one tied to the bed. I was in no position to do anything other than plead.

I tried another tack, "Ok, a joke's a joke. You have proved your point. Take a picture of us nude and that will be enough insurance. You don't need us to do this thing. It's just not right. I don't want this. Please let me go. I promise I will give you the easiest divorce in history, but please let me go."

"OK enough talk." He looked at my dad who was still staring down, forlornly defeated and avoiding my gaze. "Come on fuck her." He got up and walked over to a camera which was on a tripod. Pressed record and a red light came to life on the front of the camera. That was the signal for all three of us to look at my dad's cock. He rose so that he was kneeling in front of me. He pushed his cock down to line it up for entry. This was really going to happen, and a tear ran down my cheek.

"Stop," my husband ordered. "I want this video to look right. I am going to release you, but don' think that lets you off. Your dad knows he must do this to survive." I looked back at dad; he was still staring at my pussy. He was totally ashamed. My husband started to remove my restraints. "Remember if you don't do this, your dad dies and there is nothing we can do about that. If he runs the longer it takes them to find him the more painful his death will be."

An escape plan flashed across my brain, but I knew I couldn't do it. I would be killing my dad. My body sank into the bed, the fight left me to be replaced by resignation to my fate. I was about to be fucked by my own dad. I knew had no real choice. As he released the cuffs, one of my hands immediately covered my pussy while the other arm lay across my chest covering my nipples. My husband taunted me. "Oh, how sweet, but a bit unnecessary given how many men have already seen you naked." I didn't say a word. I couldn't be bothered to communicate with him. In fact, I didn't want to communicate with anyone. I was limp and numb. My husband rewound the video and pressed record.

We all refocused on my dad's cock, I suspect, for very different reasons. I saw his hand again grasp it and point it towards his target. I didn't want to move my hand, but I knew I would have to. He arose off his heels again as he moved in for the kill. Closer and closer his rugged cock approached. A few inches away and I looked at my husband with pleading eyes. He grinned and nodded. My last appeal had fallen on deaf ears, and I reluctantly forced my brain to move my hand. Tears were trickling down my cheek.

An inch away and dad paused. I looked up and our eyes met for the first time. He looked like he was about to cry, my cheeks were already wet with tears. I managed a very slight smile of encouragement, and he closed the gap. I felt his bulbus crown touch my labia. He moved a little more and he split my labia. I was oily and he easily moved into me. Soon my labia closed on his head welcoming his hard cock. I was thinking 'I don't deserve this,' as more tears streamed down my face.

His cock remained lodged in my entrance as his body continued to close on mine. Soon he was over me; our eyes still locked. He knew the next move was to fully penetrate me. Our locked gaze was becoming uncomfortable for both of us. He continued down so that his head was in my pillow facing down next to mine. He turned his head slightly. "I'm sorry", he whispered very quietly in my ear.

I felt him move his hips so that his cock moved further into me. I felt so uncomfortable, my body completely limp. My dad was entering me. Deeper and deeper he moved in me as I felt every bump and vein of his hardness as it journeyed down, copiously lubricated by my honey. Honey made when I thought my husband was turned on by my affairs and was going to make love to me.

Our sexual responses were self-evident. I was soaking wet, and he was hard as a rock. He continued to easily slide into me until our union was compete and I heard him sigh. Or was that me?

I felt the weight of his body as he lay there, motionless, on top of me his cock embedded in his own daughter. A cock that should not have been hard for her. Welcomed by a wet love tunnel that should have been dry as a bone...... but it wasn't. I felt a warmness in my loins. I don't always orgasm but when I do, it starts with this warmness. 'Oh fuck, no, I can't, please don't let me.' I needed him to get on with it otherwise this warmness would build until it overcame me and at that point I would want an orgasm. Maybe to the point where I would need an orgasm. I whispered into his ear. "You are going to have to fuck me. I need you to cum quickly. I will help, but I need you to cum quickly." I felt him nod.

I felt his bum rise and his cock withdraw from me, my pussy sucking at him as if in an attempt to keep his stiffness lodged in me. He withdrew until only his helmet was held by my labia. I felt him pump his cock with little movements in and out. I knew what he was trying to do. He was getting my labia to wank his foreskin over the rim of his helmet. He was trying to cum quickly. The trouble was the movement in my labia had a knock-on effect of causing subtle movements around my clit; sending unwelcome pulses of electricity through me. I nearly cried and pleaded with my pussy, 'please body don't betray me, I don't want to orgasm. Not now please.'

I had to stop him stimulating my clit and whispered, "deeper, fuck me deeper." He grunted and pushed into me. That was too fast. I needed long slow relaxing strokes if I was to avoid orgasm. He withdrew and pushed back into me. I gave up on trying to control him. I realised he would need to set the pace if he was going to cum quickly.

I looked up to the ceiling trying to ignore the cock moving in an out of me. I tried to think of something else but came back to the vision, made real by action, of my own dad trying his best to cum in me. Rutting me like an animal with only one thing on his mind; insemination. My body was a limp as a rag dog and my head jerked to the rhythm of the fucking, I was receiving. I glanced over to my husband. He was smiling or rather he was leering. Clearly watching my father's bum moving up and down and his cock moving in and out as he incestuously rutted his own daughter. I was wet and by now I guessed a ring of cream was forming on my dad's cock in full view of my husband.

My dad was puffing and panting as he vigorously pushed his hard cock into me. His chest wet with sweat mashed my breasts causing my nipples to feel every movement from his hairy chest. Everything was conspiring to turn me on; The hard cock moving smoothly in an out of my amply greased tunnel, his pubic hair grazing my clit, the occasional bump of his pubic bone against my clit. He was running out of stamina. "I'm losing it." He whispered.

"losing what?" I answered as quietly as I could.

"My erection." He hissed.

My pussy screamed nooooo! "Aren't you close?" I didn't want my husband to hear.

"I was."

"Oh fuck no, what can I do?" I whispered in desperation. I had to get this ordeal over with.

"Talk dirty to me."

I wanted to say 'for fuck's sake, isn't enough that I have to lie here having my own dad push his cock into me because he made a bad business deal, but I have to talk dirty'..... but I didn't. I widened my legs and bent my knees slightly up to give him deeper access to me. Up to now my hands had passively lain on the bed. I raised them and grabbed a bum cheek in each hand and pulled him into me. I whispered, "your cock is so hard." I lied, "I want this. I want you."

He responded and pushed very hard and deep into me. My head jerked back with the violence of his thrust. I felt his cock swell. In any other circumstance I might even have smiled. 'dirty bastard'.