Sunset ^beta

She seethed at the sound of his voice.

"Oh, but don't worry, darling. She'll never know."

He took her for stupid. For an idiot. For nothing more than a sex doll; a disposable, maternal, obedient, sex doll. She'd been listening in on his phone calls for weeks now, she knew every mistress by name, their phone numbers, their employers. She wasn't mad at them, of course, only felt bad for them. What a pitiful man they spent their time with. Deciding to keep him on his toes, she entered his office without knocking, one of his biggest pet peeves.

She strode in slowly, long legs exposed and silky smooth. A tight fitting, blue dress clung to her skin like wet fabric and black, pointy pumps tapped against the floor.

"Oh, Arthur," she trailed, "Aren't you ready for-"

"Yvette, what the fuck? I told you not to fucking come in here without asking."

Arthur stood up abruptly, slamming his phone down onto the receiver. He was shorter than Yvette, especially when she wore heels. He hated this about her, so she made sure to wear heels all the time. She'd been married to him for years now, signed away in a press marriage that had horrifyingly ended up becoming real. Her father was a wealthy man who had grown up with an engineering background and had made several business deals with other electronics companies. While most were legally binding through contracts and agreements, though this one had gone too far and resulted in her marriage to another CEO's son. And so, she had spent the last decade married to a man she could not stand.

It wasn’t all bad, she reasoned. She had all the wealth she could ever want or need, more than she knew what to do with. She had a massive house, a mansion even, a full staff of house keepers and a pool that rivaled spas across the country. She had plenty of friends, went out on the weekends and enjoyed time to herself often. On paper, her husband was the only thing that was holding her back. She knew deep down there was no one to blame but herself for her predicament; she could have left him years ago. Still, she was comfortable in her misery. And so, she stewed.

She got her needs met, of course. Arthur left for ‘business trips’ often and she used this time to flaunt around the house in lingerie, to stare at herself in mirrors, and to have suitors over. Typically, she would find a sexy boytoy to use for a night or two before sending him on his way. This hadn’t changed in years, she had a seemingly endless line of willing partners that were able to satisfy her for short times, though she yearned for someone she could be genuine with and share real, intimate moments with.

Staring down at Arthur’s crooked nose, she offered a comical, tight smirk.

“Aren’t you ready for your flight?” Her voice was slick with bile. She wished she could use it as poison, as a noose to wrap around his neck. Her eye twitched as she smiled gently.

Arthur huffed, obviously furious. He couldn’t even look her in the eye, choosing to stare off to the side or at the ground as he spoke.

“That is not a good enough reason to barge in to my offi-” Yvette cut him off in a rare moment of self-preservation.

“This is my house too, you little *shit*. We are *not* going to act like I don’t know what you’re doing behind my back. Now. Are you ready for your fucking flight?”

He cowered at her voice. She crossed her arms and stared down at him, eyes sharp. She fought back a wild smile and tried to keep her chuckles silent as he tried to answer.

“I-I. Y-yes. I am.”

“Wonderful. Your driver will be here in 5 minutes, so I suggest you get a move on. Have a nice trip.” She turned and strode out of the room, listening to her heels click against the floor like a beautiful symphony.

Deciding she could use a moment to relax, she made her way upstairs to her closet and found her bathing suits, pulling out her favorite bikini to wear. She turned the knob to her bathroom and walked in, shedding the straps of her dress like a second skin. Seeing herself in the mirror, she leaned in and pushed her plump breasts together with her arms, admiring the chocolate color of her areolas as her tits squished against each other. She was excited Arthur would be gone for the week and was ready to play, regardless of who it was with. Pulling the hot pink bikini top over her tits, she secured the straps in the back and adjusted herself so her cleavage looked perfect. She slid the rest of the dress off of her body and tossed it onto the floor, catching a glimpse of her ass in the mirror. Like she had done with her breasts, she took a moment to stare at herself, shaking her cheeks a little as she did. Finally deciding she was ready, Yvette strode downstairs and smiled at a maid before stepping out onto the hot concrete.

She found her favorite chair in the sun and walked over, opening the umbrella above her. Faintly, the sound of car doors slamming and an engine driving away could be heard. Perfect, she thought. Arthur was gone and she had the house to herself now. Leaning back onto her chair, she unlocked her phone and opened her messages, eager to see who she could find to play with. The sound of a throat clearing started her so much she nearly dropped her phone.

“What the fuck-?” She turned to find the pool boy awkwardly standing nearby.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry. I can come back later.” They were so nervous, the words fell out of their mouth sloppily. It was kind of endearing to her, actually. They were cute.. Modest muscles peeked out of their unbuttoned shirt and their black swim trunks were short, much shorter than the ones other pool workers had worn, perfect to show off their thick, muscular thighs.

“Oh, no that's okay. No problem, you just scared me a little, that's all. What's your name?”

The pool boy offered an awkward smile and said sheepishly, “Ollie.”

“Well, Ollie. Carry on, then.”

Yvette watched as Ollie hurriedly turned and made their way to the pool shed, pulling a large net from the side. Approaching the pool again, Yvette’s pussy twitched as she watched him bending over to sweep the surface of the water. She peeked over her sunglasses and called for a maid, requesting a bottle of champagne and two glasses.

By the time the maid returned and set down the items, Yvette was excited. Making sure the maid was out of earshot, she turned her attention back to Ollie and called him over.

“Um, Ollie? Could you come here?” She leaned forward in her chair and popped the champagne, pouring two glasses as he approached. Reaching one out, she met their perplexed look with a smile and a pat on her chair. Her legs were spread open, one on each side of the chair, and she could see them fighting not to stare.

“Yes, ma’am?” They said, sitting down stiffly.

“How long have you worked for my husband?”

“A little over a month, ma’am.”

She smiled at this, eager to see if this one would like to play. She stuck an arm out in front of her and leaned forward, her tits spilling out of the top of bikini bra as she did.

“Hmm,” she grinned, “and do you like it here?”

Ollie looked nervous as he answered, but stumbled over an answer anyway.

“Yes, ma’am, I do. I enjoy it.”

Yvette nodded and handed them one of the champagne flutes which he hesitantly took.

“Well, Ollie.. I think that you deserve a little vacation, don’t you?”

He didn’t know what to say, only stared at her with his heart beating so hard it felt cartoonish. Unsure, he nodded an ambiguous sideways nod that could be interpreted either way given enough time.

“I think you do. Can you help me with something?” Ollie smiled and nodded aggressively, so eager to help it was pathetic. They were perfect. She handed him a bottle of tanning oil with a wink. Immediately, Ollie looked so nervous she thought he might throw up. Instead, they steadied themself and spoke firmly as they stood.

“Where at, ma’am?”

She giggled a little and turned over, feeling her fat ass jiggle as she did. She couldn’t see his face, but assumed what she was visualizing was pretty close to reality.

“Everywhere, please.”

Their hands were big and rough as they rubbed her, a thin layer of oil greasing her whole body. He massaged her, rubbing her calves and thighs, pressing and squeezing the backs of her thick, juicy legs tightly. Yvette’s pussy was quivering, so wet she was ready for them to stuff her full of strap right now, but she let them revel in it, enjoying the massage and attention. After several minutes working on her thighs, he worked up the courage to touch her ass, finally rubbing and squeezing it together how she wanted him to. The feeling of her fat ass cheeks being squished together made her pussy throb, each stroke of their hands made her lips touch and grow wetter. They rubbed her back and shoulders, giving her arms a light massage as well.

When they were finished rubbing her whole backside, she sat up with a dreamy look on her face and turned over. Gazing up at Ollie, she reached behind her and pulled on the string to her bikini. His eyes went wide at the sight of her huge breasts falling out of the bikini. She laid back down for a moment before realizing she had forgotten one last thing. Standing up for just a moment, she turned around to face away from Ollie and bent over, pulling at the bikini bottoms until they dropped to the ground. She stepped out of them and laid back down on the chair, sunglasses and heels the only “clothing” left on her body.

Ollie looked like a puppy excited to please and without hesitation, they dove in. Starting at her ankles again, he rubbed her calves once more before working their way up to her thighs. Keeping it as professional as they could, they rubbed as close to her pussy as they could without touching it. Yvette was impressed, honestly. She could feel strands of wetness dripping off of her pulsing pussy, surely Ollie could see them too? She wanted him to fuck her, but reminded herself that someone this obedient was uncommon. They ran their hands over her hips and stomach before making their way to her tits, rubbing and squeezing them without ever touching her nipples. Her nipples grew harder with each second and ached as their fingers danced so closely. Ollie was basically drooling at this point and Yvette thought it was a good time to start having a little more fun. She pulled at the collar of their shirt, pulling them in just above her and whispered.

“Can you please me like a good boy?”

Ollie bit their lip, staring Yvette up and down with big, needy eyes. Straining his neck, he nodded eagerly.

“Yes, ma-ma’am. I would love to.”
“Yvette is fine..” Her voice was like silken fabric, smooth and tight. She smiled at Ollie, a beautiful, bright smile that lit the patio more than the sun’s golden rays did. Pulling at the buttons on his shirt, she gestured for him to sit. Extending one of his legs, she pulled him onto her lap and he straddled her as she finished unbuttoning the light, floral shirt draped around him. Pulling it off his shoulders, she let her hands trace his body. She rubbed up his thighs, carefully sliding her hands over his bare skin just under the swim trunks he wore. She stared up at him with lustful, almost aphrodisiacal eyes that were hard to focus on when her massive tits were just beneath.

She pulled her hands from under his shirts just as Ollie began to grind into her lap. Running them up his stomach, she traced the scars on his chest with gentle, caring fingers. She stared at him in wonderment, learning every muscle in his chest and side like a second language. Ollie found himself leaning into her naked, exposed body to shower her with small, tender kisses. Tracing her collarbones and neck, Yvette let out small gasps as she pulled his body closer to her own. Her pussy was throbbing; typically, she was the one doing the grinding.. but something about Ollie’s exposed body throbbing against her own made her feel powerful. This was what playing for was all about, right? Trying new things? A small bite on her earlobe pulled her from her thoughts and she found herself more ready than ever to give herself over to her not-so-secret lover.

Ollie’s kisses were mild and caring at first as he left small trails of marks across her neck and shoulders. Soon though, he couldn’t take it anymore. He was sat atop a *literal* goddess and by god, he was gonna take the fucking chance. Sure he knew how to handle this much woman, he stared down at her from his throne and spoke.

“Yvette..” he trailed off staring at her tits, “Are you sure *you* can handle it?”

Her face cracked into a small grin, teeth bared. She stared back at him and let her eyes drop down his body until she was staring at the bunched up black swimming trunks sitting just on top of her. Noticing her desperate gaze, Ollie decided then and there that Yvette would not be pleasing him first. Quickly leaning back over her, he wrapped his hand around Yvette’s throat and planted a wet, messy kiss into her mouth. Biting her lip and pulling on it, he watched as her eyes grew wide with need and pleasure. Moving his hand off her throat, he pushed his pointer finger into her mouth and held her face by her jaw. Staring down at his boss’s wife, Ollie spit in her mouth before removing his finger and pushing his lips against her own once more. Their tongues intertwined as her delicate fingers explored his body again, running over his hips and thighs.

Pulling away from her, Ollie planted his lips around her nipples and swirled his tongue around them. Her areolas took up his whole mouth as they sucked wholly on her breasts. Massaging them with his hands as he worked, he listened to the glorious sound of Yvette’s small, quiet sighs. He smushed her tits together and licked them feverishly, desperate to get as much in his mouth as he could. Judging by her fallen head and exposed neck, she was enjoying it. Returning to the same small, kind kisses from before, he worked his way down her stomach and hips, watching her squirm all the while.

After an agonizing few minutes for both of them, he arrived at his destination; her hot, wet core. Spreading her legs apart gently, Ollie saw sticky strands of her lust pulling off of her thighs and white, creamy precum made her pulsing, wet hole look like a delicious dessert, ready for his consumption. Trying to be patient, Ollie planted more small kisses on the folds between her legs and pussy, getting closer and closer to her lips, but careful not to accidentally touch them. Finally, he gave himself a bit of grace and pulled the hairy lips of her cunt into his mouth. Sucking on them and hearing her small moans, he didn’t notice the sun beginning to set behind the house. Truly, the sight was beautiful. Orange rays of sunshine cast across the cool, blue swimming pool and a darkening orange and pink sky stretched out over the two of them. Still, this was no match to the sight Ollie was blessed with. Staring back at her quivering pussy, he no longer could take the tension anymore. His tongue collided with her folds, spreading them open to lick up any and everything.

She let out a small moan and pushed her hands into his short hair. His tongue was wide and flat as he ate up all of the precum and wet juices she had been hiding. Circling his mouth into an ‘o’ he sucked on her clit and let her direct his head like her own personal rose toy. Pulling on her desperately, he came up briefly, only to catch a quick breath. Returning, he let his tongue find his way to her quaking hole and slid it in. Pushing her hips up off the chair, he pushed his head in as far as he could and fucked her cunt with his tongue, losing the entire appendage inside her delicious pussy. Her eyes were rolled back and she held her breasts by the nipples, pinching them as he fucked her with his mouth. By the time he had his fill, the sun had fully set and a nightly chill was beginning to set in.

“Why don’t you take me inside and I’ll show you what you're really missing?” Yvette’s voice was breathy, still worked up from cumming more than once into Ollie’s mouth. Ollie wasn’t sure what to make of that but at this point, he couldn’t get enough of her. The thought of pressing the tip of his strap into her tight pussy made him shake.

“Please, ma’am..”

She shot him a smile as he helped her up. Her legs shook as she stood and Ollie took the chance. He’d been working out more at the gym and who knew, maybe a crazy shot of adrenaline would help him out. Bending over and putting his hands behind her shoulders and legs, he picked her up bridal style and carried her off the patio and into her massive house. She wrapped her arms around him and leaned her head on his shoulder. He almost knocked into several things due to the fact that he was staring at her giant, jiggling tits, but eventually, they arrived at her bedroom. Thankful, he laid her onto her bed with burning arms and watched as she crawled to the other side of the bed, ass up and post spread. She pulled open a drawer in a bedside table and Ollie’s eyes widened. It was like looking into a sex shop. Toys of all sizes, vibrators, strapons, harnesses, nipple clamps.. everything Ollie had ever wanted to try and everything he was already comfortable with was right there in front of them. Crossing to the other side of the bed, he kneeled down to look into the drawer up close. Yvette laid on the bed twirling her hair and kicking her feet like she was at a sleepover. She stared at him as he made his selection, pulling a black harness out of the drawer before reaching back in for a toy to attach. Just as his hand landed on a moderately sized toy, she reached over and pulled a different one out. A massive, veiny toy plopped onto the bedside table and Ollie grinned in delight.

In reality, the two of them probably stumbled through pulling his shorts off and attaching the toy to the harness. To the two of them, however, it was as quick as a blink of an eye. One moment, Ollie was carrying Yvette into the house and the next, the thick tip of his cock was pressing into her tight pussy in missionary. She let out a moan and pushed her tits together for him, feeling the length of him pushing into her. His mouth was open and his eyebrows were furrowed as he watched her face and tits, everything about her so perfect it looked almost angelic. Flexing his hips into hers, he raised her legs up and held her ankles around his face, squeezing her hole together even tighter. He watched her tits bounce and felt the harness press against his clit with each pulse. After she was sufficiently begging for more, he pulled it out of her pussy and let go of her legs, both immediately falling onto his shoulders. He pulled rubbed the tip of his cock around her folds, pressing it against her swollen clit. He swirled the pointed toy around her most sensitive areas and teased her, drawing her all the way to the edge.

“Ollie, you're so much better than my husband, please, I need more of your cock.”

The words invigorated him. He pushed a knee onto the bed and let the cock slide back into her cunt with a groan. They felt her ankles bouncing on their shoulders as the fucked her harder, each pulse bottoming out against the back of her womb. He fucked into her so deeply that he was sure she would be pregnant by the time they finished. Her legs throbbed against him as she tried to pull them off and turned herself over. She turned over and stuck her ass back into the air with her arms down beside her. Yvette's face was pressed into the bed and she looked totally ready for him. He could already tell how raw and used her cunt looked and he didn’t care. Crawling onto the bed completely chasing her, he pulled her fat ass into his cock and let the shaft of it slide in and out of her slowly as Yvette moaned out.

“Ollie, baby.. Your cock feels so good. Deeper, Ollie. Fuck me deeper.”

The words made him feel drunk. He spread her cheeks and stared down at the thick toy inside of her, pushing her ass forward and pulling it back, still teasing her with slow and measured movements. She was losing her patience though, and he could tell.. She needed to be fucked hard. Eventually, she started moving her own ass on his cock, bouncing it back and forth and pushing it as deep as she could. Ollie’s moans and puffs only made her want it more. He picked her hands up off the bed and held them like reins as he plowed into her, each deep thrust hitting a little harder than the last.

She was screaming out in pleasure, lapping up every bit of the moment with her tongue out and eyes rolled back. Ollie’s face was contorted in pleasure as he felt the pressure of the harness on his hips growing. Finally, when he could practically feel Yvette’s clenching pussy through the silicone, he let her fall back onto the bed face down and pressed into her shoulders, pushing the toy in as deeply as it could go. Her legs shook under him like a solid vibration, the tip of his cock surely pressed against her cervix. He pulled back and let the toy fall out of her, expecting her to take a moment to catch her breath. Instead, the moment the cock left her, she pulled herself onto the floor on her knees, manicured hands pressed against Ollie’s thighs as she stared up at him, taking the massive strap in her mouth.

It was Ollie’s turn now to control her head. Running his hands through her thick, luscious curls, he directed her head back and forth on his cock, beautiful, full lips wrapped around the strap so tight he could feel it in his clit. He bucked his hips like he had into her cunt and watched her throat expand as she took the whole toy, gagging slightly. She came up for air and thick strands of spit clung to the strap on and her mouth. She spit into her breasts and pulled him closer, placing his strap in between her tits. Excited, Ollie put their hands on her shoulders as she bounced her breasts up and down on their cock, occasionally spitting onto it to keep it wet. The sight made him dizzy, but he couldn't look away. She stared straight up at him before speaking slowly, breasts soaking wet and nipples hard.

“I have some ropes I think you'd look real cute in it..” She trailed off, her pointer finger tracing the curve of his chest and sharp lines of his jawbones. He hadn't considered himself bottoming with her, but the thought kind of made him giggle. Ollie *did* love a good fucking, especially one from a pretty femme, so he nodded and shrugged, allowing her to pull him off towards another room.

She directed him down long hallways he'd never seen, both of them painfully nude. Yvette’s thick ass swayed and jiggled down the hallway and occasionally, she would turn around and grab her breasts in a playful show of excitement. Eventually, they found an unsuspecting, plain door that Yvette opened first, dragging Ollie behind her. Inside, it was decorated like a normal, standard office. The only difference was that in the corner, a hook held up a black swathe of ropes, half tied into a swing already. His eyes widened at the sight and he could feel his cunt throbbing, aching at the thought of Yvette taking control.

She helped him slide his legs into the swing before hoisting him up, his arms strapped above his head to the wall. Both legs were spread and black ropes wrapped tightly around the skin, keeping their legs wide open and hole available to her. After getting him settled, Yvette left him to stew for a few moments as she returned to her room to get her own strapon. He squirmed during these few minutes, antsy about what to expect, but when she came back through the door with a thick, muscly cock fastened at her hips, he felt his cunt truly pulse. Juices began to leak out and onto the chair beneath him, much to Yvette's delight.

“You've been so good to me already, Ollie..” Her voice was sweet and gentle. “Let me take care of you now.”

She kneeled down in the chair beneath Ollie, face leveled with his open legs, and returned the favor of tiny kisses. She left small bite marks on his thighs in between the ropes and kissed his stomach and hips before finally finding his cunt, twitching and hungry. She looked the same as she had earlier when she had been on her knees, only this time, instead of the silicone, she was sucking on Ollie’s engorged clit. It felt better than he had imagined it would and with a moan, their head rolled back and Yvette stared up at him like a king. His hair fell in messy spikes, almost like a crown, and a warm yellow light shone down over his body, illuminating his happy trail and hairy armpits.

Her lips expertly danced across his puffy cunt, spit dripping off her chin and onto her chest as she ate. Finally, she rose and placed a foot on the chair she was using, staring down at Ollie’s throbbing hole. Pressing her fingers against the side of his opening, she helped open his cunt and pushed in her strap. The girthy, long toy slid inside of him and a chorus of moans echoed from both of them. Pulling on the ropes suspending him from the ceiling, she used them like handles to pull his pulsing cunt into her cock over and over, staring into his eyes the whole time. When he was finally screaming and shaking, she let up, if only slightly. Pulling her toy from his hole, she leaned back and spit on his cunt. The feeling of hot spit exploding against his clit making him grunt loudly. Then, with a few gentle, yet firm slaps, she overstimulated his clit with her hands before using the last bit of him up.

She took her time slowly pumping the strap in and out of him like he had done with her. Now, she held his face stiffly. Manicured, dainty hands held his cheeks and her palm rested just beneath his chin. Just seeing her take control and handle him like this made Ollie melt, almost to the point that he was worried he'd slide right out of the swing. That, plus her strap felt so good he was reconsidering his belief in god. She thrusted her hips into his, occasionally taking a moment to rub small circles around his clit while deep inside of him. He was so ready to cum again, she didn't have to work that hard for it. After only a few minutes of pulsing into him rhythmically, he was quivering and begging for mercy.

“Please, ma’am, I don't think I can take anymore..”
“Awww, but you're doing so good, baby..”
“Please, Yvette, I-,” his voice was breathy and he stopped speaking and held a strained face.

Looking down, Yvette continued pulsing into him until suddenly, an explosion of juices splashed against her stomach. Her toy tried to fight its way out of his cunt, but she held strong, fucking him harder as he squirted all over her tits. He tried to speak, though she could tell he was struggling to form words.

“‘Ma-Ma’am-,”
“You're such a good boy, Ollie.”

The two of them ended up back in Yvette's room, huge plush blankets sliding off the bed as they held each other through the night. Yvette traced the scars on his chest and nuzzled into his armpit, strong biceps wrapped around her. The two felt content as the minutes ticked past and before long, sleep had taken hold of the two of them and the first night of Arthur’s trip was over.