Surprise Visitors [closed to SexyVita]

[nightynitenoel]

Already here for a couple of months now, and Bee Tisch had only just unpacked her final box today. The movers had stuck things everywhere, that was the last time she let her dad choose, she didn't care if he paid for the house. Her very own house, all to herself, no parents, not even a roommate. It felt great, but sometimes lonely. Maybe she could get a dog, but her neighbors would probably call the police if he barked. Of course, she always found their cat sneaking into her yard to do his nasty business. This entire neighborhood, and he decided he liked her world class rose bushes.

It had been odd here so far, not bad, just difficult to wrap her head around the peace. The long peace and quiet, up until the guy across the street started mowing at 6am or the lady next door's car pool started honking for her when Bee was trying to sleep off a wicked hang over. Shouldn't she have enough money to afford her own car? Why carpool? Bee spent long hours painting in her big, sunny attic, she deserved to have a few drinks and maybe a friend or two come by for a fun night in. It wasn't loud in her house, it was the others with their tacky lawns and their smiling at each other.

But still, Bee would get lonely. Sure, there's lots of ways to deal with it, but sometimes in the evening when everyone on the street should be asleep, Bee liked to slip on something breezy and have a little fun. Tonight, it was a thin summer dress that barely contained her amble breasts, but still surprisingly easy to slip a hand inside. There were no shoes, no socks, no panties, why bother? She was home. Her perfectly manicured pink toes led her down the hallway and into her living room. Once she was settled on the easy chair, Bee turned on the television and found what she wanted.

It was only softcore porn, but it was plenty to get her aroused. It didn't take much, someone's mouth on a breast that rounded out like her own, the obvious thrusting of bodies against one another, even, shock, two women kissing just to titillate someone watching. Bee was definitely titillated. She couldn't keep her hands off of herself, sliding over her evenly tanned skin, spreading her legs over the arms of her chair as her fingers found herself slippery and eager. Her body was only lit by the glow of the television, blonde hair almost green in the light, her soft needy moans traveling only just past the window that faced out across the street. A smart viewer could easily miss the TV, but the foolish woman had forgotten to block the real show: herself.

 

[SexyVita]

Sarah looked out the car window as her husband, Tim, drove into the cul-du-sac. Even in the dark, Sarah admired the large houses, surrounded by beautifully landscaped yards with mature hardwood trees. The lights were off in most of the windows, it was the middle of the week, and most of their neighbors had work tomorrow. She and Tim did too, but a good friend had been throwing a party tonight and they really hadn’t wanted to say no. They’d pay for it tomorrow with some lost sleep, but they’d enjoyed themselves.

“Tim, wait! Stop the car.” Sarah said as they drove past the neighbor’s house, her eyes fixed out the passenger window. Tim stopped the car abruptly, not so fast that the tires squealed, but enough to jerk them forward in their seats.

"What is it?" Tim asked, more than a little irritated.

"Back up, hurry! I want to see something!" Sarah responded still looking out the window. Tim tried to figure out what she was looking at, but all he could see was the front of the Bee’s house. Bee was their newest neighbor, and although they got along pretty well with most of the other neighbors on their secluded little cul-du-sac, the same could not be said of Bee. But then, that was more her fault than theirs.

Bee put on airs like she was too good for the neighborhood and that rubbed most of the other neighbors the wrong way. While the rest of them, Sarah and Tim included, worked hard to afford to live in such a nice neighborhood, Bee’s father had just bought her a house. Living right next door, they had tried to be friendly at first, inviting her over for dinner a couple of times. But Bee had criticized everything, from the food, to their choice of wine, to the way Sarah had chosen to decorate the house, and they had decided not to have her back again.

Tim sighed and put the car in reverse, backing up slowly down the street a short distance. “OK, stop!” said Sarah, then she giggled. “Oh my God, the little slut!”

“What? What’s she’s doing?” Tim asked.

“Look!” Sarah said, giggling again as Tim leaned over the console and look out the passenger window. “She’s put herself on display for anyone passing by!” And indeed Bee had, framed beautifully in the large picture window in the front, her legs spread so wide over the arms of the chair it was like a lewd invitation to watch, her tanned legs glowing in the bluish light of the TV. She had one hand between her legs and another slipped inside the top of the dress, playing with her breasts.

“Oh fuck, that’s hot!” said Tim as he watched her now too. He now had a raging hard on.

"You'd like to fuck her, wouldn't you?" Sarah said, her face flushed and a twinkle in her eyes. They'd both had a bit too much to drink at the party, and Tim had only driven home because they'd only had a few blocks to go through the quiet neighborhood.

"I'd like to fuck her hard enough to wipe that condescending look off her face!" Tim's face looked fierce in the light from the dashboard.

Sarah giggled again. "Quick, go park the car in the driveway, I have an idea!" Tim didn't need to be told twice. The look on Sarah's face said whatever her idea was he was going to enjoy it. Putting the car back into drive, he pulled the car into their driveway. They both got out, and Sarah motioned for Tim to be quiet, so they both shut the car doors as stealthily as possible. "Stay here, I'll be right back." Sarah whispered and then dashed into the house. Just as Tim was starting to wonder how long she was going to be, she was back. "Come on." She motioned for Tim to follow her across the lawn towards Bee's house. They crouched in some bushes that partially shielded them from anyone on the street and peered in through the big glass window. Bee still seemed too engrossed in what she was doing to pay any mind to two shadows in the already shadowy bushes.

"What did you go inside for?" Tim whispered as they watched Bee play with herself.

"Just a few things I thought would be handy." Sarah held up a small bag that Tim instantly recognized as their travel "sex" bag. Inside were typical things like condoms and lube, but there were usually a few less common items in it too like a blindfold, handcuffs, maybe a dildo or a butt plug. It was a small fraction of the toys they used at home, but whenever they took a vacation, Sarah loaded it with a selection of things. Then she gave it to Tim and let him use what he found in there however he wanted. It was always a surprise and the sex was never boring. Tim got even harder just thinking about what might be in the bag now.

But Tim was still had a question. "What are we going to do with that out here?" He asked, a look of confusion on his face.

"Not out here, silly, in there!" Sarah held up a key on a keychain with a big "R" embossed on the leather fob.

In his lust and alcohol befuddled state, it took Tim a moment to place it. "Oh..." he said. The key had been given to them by the previous residence of Bee's house, the Robinsons, so Sarah could come over and take in the mail and water the plants while they spent the summers somewhere up north. Obviously, Sarah had forgotten to give it back to them before they sold the house. Tim still didn't fully understand the plan, but dirty little thoughts were starting in his mind.

Two minutes later they were at the back door and Sarah stealthily slid the key in, unlocked the door, and opened it. They both took off their shoes on the back step and entered the house, Sarah in bare feet and Tim in his socks. Tim closed and relocked the door behind them. They passed silently through the darkened kitchen and then into the diningroom. From there, a door opened into the livingroom. Sarah peered around the doorframe. She could see the back of the easy chair, the only sign of Bee's presence, her legs splayed out to either side. Sarah reached into the bag and pulled out the blindfold. It was like a sleep mask, but tighter fitting. Then she pulled out something that looked, at first glance, like the things that hold six-packs together, only this was made out of black leather rather than clear plastic and had only four circles, not six. She handed that to Tim.

She explained the plan to him in a low whisper and in a moment they were ready. Although they both enjoyed some pretty kinky sex together, neither of them had ever done anything like what they were about to do, but somehow the combination of the alcohol they had consumed, their dislike of Bee's attitude toward them, and the thrill of the moment, seem to override their reason. They approached Bee from behind and Sarah reached around the back of the chair and slid the blindfold over Bee's eyes. Meanwhile Tim grabbed for Bee's arms and held them up until Sarah could dash around the chair and snatch Bee's ankles, pulling them up from the chair's arms. With all four limbs together, Tim quickly fastened the velcro straps on the restraint so that Bee's wrist were now secured to her ankles. It all happened so fast that by the time Bee could respond, it was done.

 

[nightynitenoel]

Bee was lost to the sensation. Her hips were already giving the gentlest twitch, her rosy nipple taunt, hard, and eager for her touch. She was approaching bliss with nothing but the moans and cries of the women on her television in her ears. Then it happened. Her eyes were already closed, but the pressure of the blindfold surprised her. The shock even shoved her fingers into her sex for a moment before she realized something was wrong. Terribly wrong. She flailed about, only to be captured, handled, and strung together.

There was no bliss for her now, just fear, heightened by her clear arousal. Her slick pussy still ached as she cried out in fright.

"Please! Please, don't hurt me! Please, take whatever you want! You can have it!" Bee was desperate for her own safety. She struggled against the restraints, but to no avail. Her panicked begging continued on, all too aware of the way her breasts heaved and her nipples crept closer to the edge of the fabric with each breath and how exposed her shaved pussy was to whoever this was. Had there been two of them? What if they broke something? What would they do to her? She cried softly at the prospect, trying to wriggle around to hide her uncovered areas, but finding it nearly impossible.

 

[SexyVita]

Watching Bee struggle was making Sarah wet in a big way. Under the floral silk skirt she'd worn to the party, her panties were getting damp. Bee's wriggling had caused her to slide down onto her back in the overstuffed easy chair and her short cotton dress to ride up her body until most of it was bunched just under Bee's large breasts. The dress was tight in the bust, but low-cut enough to show plenty of cleavage and allow Bee to play with her nipples by slipping her hand just past the neckline. Which was exactly what one of her hands had been doing before Sarah had grabbed it. The evidence could still be seen by the outline of Bee's hard nipples against the thin fabric. Bee's dress had an empire waist, which was the only reason that it hadn't ridden completely up over her breasts as well. Still, far more of her tanned skin was visible than what was hidden.

When Sarah looked at Tim, she knew she wasn't the only one getting turned on. Tim's cock looked like it was about to rip a hole right through his pants. But, despite her arrousal, Bee's words irritated Sarah. "You think you can buy your way out of this you little bitch? We don't care about your stuff. What we care about is that you're a stuck-up, spoiled little brat. The rest of this neighborhood works hard to live here on this quiet little cul-du-sac, but you just have it handed to you on a silver platter, and you don't even appreciate it. Even worse, you think that the fact that you grew up rich makes you better than the rest of us, but it doesn't. You're not even good at anything, except maybe making a spectacle of yourself for the whole neighborhood." Sarah walked across the livingroom and closed the curtains on the big window that faced the street with an audible "swish". "You're such a stupid little cunt, you didn't even think to close the curtains before you started playing with yourself, so you were showing yourself off to half the neighborhood." Sarah reached out and ran her hand roughly through Bee's pink slit, then rammed two fingers inside her. "Damn, if that insipid softcore shit gets you this wet, I can't imagine what you'd do with a really man." She motioned to Tim, "Come feel how wet and tight is!"

Sarah moved out of the way and Tim replaced her at the edge of the chair and repeated Sarah's actions with his thicker, rougher fingers. "Damn! I know she can't be a virgin, but she feels as tight as one." He said, as Bee's pussy gripped his fingers like a vice. Sarah knew that compared to his dick, however, his two fingers were less than half its circumference. "Remember our first time?" Tim asked, looking over his shoulder at Sarah with a wicked grin.

"How could I forget?" Sarah replied. "I thought you were going to tear me in half with that monster of yours. I nearly passed out before I stretched out enough to enjoy it. And you were being gentle! I don't think you need to give her the same consideration." She said with a smirk. Tim's smile became positively demonic, as if he'd suddenly been possessed by some evil spirit and not just a combination of booze, lust, and a desire to teach the little bitch a lesson.

Tim made to unzip his jeans, but Sarah stopped him. "Let me." she said, passion burning in her eyes. She ran her hand over his denim-clad cock, stroking him through his jeans as she leaned in and kissed him, thrusting her tongue into his mouth. She started working the button of his pants open and slid his zipper down to let his ten inch cock spring free. She slid her hand up and down his hard shaft, marvelling, as she often did, at how thick he was. The thought of how full he made her feel when they had sex made her pussy contract in pleasure and her panties which had merely been damp before were suddenly soaked. She finally pulled back from the kiss. "I want to watch you fuck her."

Tim smiled as Sarah stepped back, clearing his path to Bee. Tim knelt at the edge of the chair, putting his cock at just the right level. Bee's struggles had left her ass right on the edge of the chair and Tim wasted no time lining himself up with Bee's pussy. He pulled Bee's knees apart, forcing her bound hands and ankles down to just above her stomach. Sarah bent down and whispered to Bee. "I'm going to let my husband fuck you, not because you deserve it, but because I know he wants to fuck you so badly. You don't even come close to being worthy of his cock, but for tonight at least, you're going to be his little cum dumpster." She had just finished her brief soliloquy when Tim thrust himself into Bee's cunt without warning. Given how tight she was, he didn't make it all the way in on the first thrust, or even the second, but by the third his balls were slapping on Bee's ass as his long, thick cock stretched her out with each brutal thrust. It was obvious that, like Sarah, Tim was not in a mood to care if Bee was enjoying herself or not.