Dinner by Vanessa.🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞
A One-Time Read.
A dirty s3x story😋😋
Rated 18+🔞 🔞 🔞

Ever since my marriage fell apart, and my bitch of an ex-wife left me for some hunky personal trainer, I’ve been a little short-tempered.

You see, we had built a home together and raised a beautiful daughter, Jess, who I love more than anything else in the world. We had a gorgeous house in the suburbs, complete with a swimming pool and a large garden with a playground for Jess to entertain herself.
I couldn’t have asked for a better home to start a family.
So when the aforementioned whore decided to destroy our family, my spirits were crushed and I started to lash out on everyone around me.
My secretary at the office was the first to feel my wrath, as I blamed her for every little thing that went wrong, whether it was her fault or not. She was forgiving, though, and ignored my raging temper.
Then, I started to shout at people while I was driving, frequently cursing other motorists and swerving erratically so I could make obscene hand gestures at them. I never lashed out at my daughter, I should add.
No, she was the one thing that gave me joy in those dark times.

A few months after the divorce proceedings, my wife’s ridiculous relationship with her new boyfriend imploded on itself and she came crawling back. I was having none of it, and made sure she stayed away.
Of course, with the bitch out of the picture I needed some help to look after Jess whenever I worked late or had to attend meetings at weekends.
Luckily, I managed to find a perfect babysitter whose situation suited all of my needs.
She was free to work practically every evening and was able to pick up Jess from school, take her home, feed her and put her to bed before I even got back.

It was an ideal arrangement, not just because of her seemingly constant availability, but because she was absolutely smoking hot.
When I interviewed her for the position, I had to keep pulling my eyes away from her chest. Her juicy, round br-e-@sts were pressed up against the fabric of her shirt, and I’m pretty sure she wasn’t wearing a bra as I could see two prominent bumps at nip**le height.
Her name was Sophie, and her cute smile and flowing dark hair instantly made the blood rush to my c*ck. I hired her on the spot, and ever since that day I revelled in the sight of her perky ass whenever I returned home.

I could hardly believe my luck – she was stunning, she also got on very well with Jess and seemed to be totally professional in her duties.
However, my opinion of her changed somewhat when I discovered a truth about her that sent me into rage.
It all happened one day when I was supposed to be working late. I had arranged for her to pick up Jess as usual and I was set to return home around 10pm that night.
Sophie was totally obliging and supportive, and so the evening seemed to be set. As it turned out I finished work an hour earlier than I’d expected as the person I was supposed to be having a video conference call with didn’t show up.
So, I headed home in a somewhat disgruntled and annoyed state. I pulled up at the front of the house, got out of the car and walked up to the door.
My bedroom light seemed to be turned on, which was strange as I always made sure to turn lights off whenever I left a room – my OCD-like behaviour was one of the things my ex-wife hated the most about me. I thought nothing of it and continued up the garden path to the front door.

As I walked inside I looked in to the living room and then the kitchen. There was no sign of Sophie or Jess, so I assumed that she was busy putting my daughter to bed.
I walked around on my tip-toes for a while, removing my jacket while I got a drink of water from the tap. Finally I decided to go up and get changed, so I snuck up the stairs. Jess’s bedroom door was slightly ajar, but her light was turned off.
I thought maybe the lamp should have been on if Sophie was in there. I looked at my bedroom door and again saw the light was turned on. I made my way to the door and pushed it open gently as the suspicion flooded my mind.

I peered inside and saw Sophie’s ass wiggling around at me as she bent underneath the bed.
She was rooting around for something, and when I saw her bag next to her with a small candle-stick holder poking out, I realised she was stealing things from my room.
I was horrified that I had let such a criminal into my house and left her alone with my precious daughter.
However, the sight of her ass moving around turned my anger into something else. Within a matter of seconds I could feel my cck getting harder.
She hadn’t noticed I was back yet, as her head was well and truly under the bed as she searched for items to plunder. I watched for a few seconds as the rage built inside me, and then stepped inside, closing the door shut as quietly as I could.
I crouched behind her and watched for a moment, contemplating the best course of action. The blood was rushing out of my brain to my c
ck, though, so there was only really one thing on my mind. I knew exactly how to punish her.
”What the f**k do you think you’re doing?”

I said in a stern voice. She froze and then shuddered as she realised she had been caught. It must have been a massive shock to her system, as she didn’t say a word for what seemed like an eternity.
I repeated myself, and then grabbed her feet and dragged her out from under the bed. She tried to claw the carpet to stop me but I was far too strong.
As her head appeared from under the bed, she looked up at me with pleading eyes, no doubt presuming she could buy her way out of the situation with a suggestive wink and a squeeze of her bre-@sts.

Such leniency was most definitely not on the table, though. I grabbed her arms and pulled her up to her feet, and then turned her around and forced her up against the bed.
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!“ she kept repeating, but I wasn’t listening.
“You think you can steal from me?” I scowled, pushing her back down on to the bed as she tried to stand up again. Her ass stuck out as she bent over the side of the bed and I continued “I’ll teach you not to steal from me!”
“What are you going to do with me?” she pleaded, but as she looked back she already knew what I had in mind for her.
I kept her chest firmly pressed down on the duvet and raised my hand up above her as, striking it down with a loud crash.
She yelped in horror as I spanked her a
s, but I kept going, slapping each cheek over and over again. She tried to push herself up, but I just pushed her back down.
She kept resisting, so I grabbed her wrists and yanked them behind her back, holding them in place with one hand while I continued to spank the naughty bitch.
She winced and groaned with every hit that thrashed across her a*s, but I didn’t feel like she had nearly learned her lesson.

“Are you sorry?” I growled, finding myself getting more and more turned on by her whimpering. Her screams to be let go almost sounded s3-xual in nature, as if the spanking was turning her on more than it was hurting her.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” she cried, repeating it after every strike that landed over her as. My cck was rock hard and almost bulging from my trousers.
Then I had a much better thought of how to punish her more effectively. I pulled her back up and stood her at the side of the bed, letting go of her arms as I wrapped mine around her chest, constraining her movement completely.
She wiggled her body to loosen herself from my grasp, but my arms were far too strong. I ran my hands over her stomach, feeling the material of her vest top as I moved higher and higher towards her bre@-sts.
Once again she wasn’t wearing a bra, and her ni**les were poking out firmly through her top. I groped at them and squeezed the warm, fleshy lumps in my fingers as she squirmed around in my arms.
No doubt she could feel my massive, hard cck rubbing against her as cheeks as I held her breathlessly close. I could smell the shampoo she had used to wash her hair that day, as the warmth of her body rose up from the top of her head.
I was so turned on, I started to pinch her pert nipples and slap the sides of her tits. She cried out loudly, so I placed the palm of my hand over her mouth to silence her, and then moved it down to her neck and squeezed firmly and menacingly at her windpipe.
“Ssshhh!” I whispered as I continued to fondle her tits, digging my fingers into her skin as I enjoyed the feel of her supple mounds.
She could feel my breath on her neck as I leaned in and stared down her cleavage, watching her delicious breasts wobbling around in my fingers.

They truly felt fantastic, and I would have happily stayed there for hours playing with them, had it not been for her constant struggling.
“I’m not done with you yet!” I said as she tried to bolt for the door. I pulled her back, grasping at her waist as I pushed her back down on to the bed.
She squealed for mercy as I climbed on top of her back, and then started to peel her top up over her head. I pulled her arms up and held them above her head while I pulled the vest up and discarded it on the floor.
She lay on the bed with her arms wrapped under her chest, preserving her modesty. I wanted to see those juicy tits, though, so I rolled her on to her back and pulled her arms open to expose them.
They were even more beautiful in the flesh than I had imagined – perfectly round and just enough to fit in my hands. I
held her down and started to fondle them some more, rolling my thumbs around her nipples and pinching them sharply as I pulled them away from her body.
Then I began to slap them from side to side, and as I watched them repeatedly jiggling back into position, my c0ck became almost painfully hard.
She spat in my face, with a small blob of saliva landing on the side of my cheek. I wiped it away carefully and stared gruffly in to her eyes, and then slapped her across the face. She recoiled in horror, turning her head away for a moment before looking back at me.

A tear formed in her eye, but she was clearly excited on a sexual level. She was fighting the urge to shoot me a wry, dirty smile.
I slapped her again, firmer and faster that time and across the other cheek. I slapped her a few more times, making her cheeks red from the impact of my hands. Saliva spilled out over her face, and I let go of her body for a moment while I undid my tie.
She watched me remove it, trembling on the bed and glancing at the door to plan her escape route. She wasn’t going anywhere, though, and I rolled her on to her back again and forced her wrists together.
I wrapped the tie around them, binding her arms securely so I could have some fun. I slowly removed my shirt as I watched her ass shuffling off the edge of the bed, and pressed my foot on to it to keep her from moving any further.

Her ears pricked up when she heard the jangle of my belt buckle as I unfastened it, removing my trousers and boxer shorts to free the enormous, throbbing c*ck within.
With all of my clothes nestled in a small heap on the carpet, I crouched behind her and started to feel her ass through her tight jeans, smelling the crack and running my fingers in between her legs as she moaned lightly.
I couldn’t wait to see her bare ass, so I reached underneath her waist and unzipped the denim flaps, before yanking the jeans down her legs to reveal her s3xy little thong.
I pulled the jeans away, turning them inside out as they gripped to her legs. She remained huddled over the bed, and I leaned in and felt the warm skin as I pressed my lips up to her ass cheeks.


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