Playing Risky Games Has Consequences

18yr Lucy teases her mom’s boyfriend, until one day, he finally snaps and teaches her a lesson.

I was only eighteen when my mother first introduced me to her latest beau. Ian was forty-eight, well-built, and quite handsome for his age. He had wavy black hair, hazel eyes, and a clean-shaven face. He was also the only one of my mother’s boyfriend’s to look me in the eye when he saw me for the first time, instead of downwards at my ample chest. But he did look soon after.

I’m a blue-eyed brunette, a short, round gal with huge boobs. I was used to guys staring at my tits, mesmerised by how someone so young could be so blessed. But in reality, I was a young woman who’d simply blossomed earlier than most girls. Once I realised men weren’t thinking of me as a freak, I began to embrace the attention.

I didn’t see Ian that much in the beginning, and I expected him to be another one of my mother’s flash in the pan’s. But four months later, it became evident that they were serious about each other. Ian started staying over at weekends, so I got to see more of him. I also got to hear him fucking my mom.

I’m not going to lie, I became very jealous, listening to her incessant moaning and panting as I rubbed my clit and squeezed my breasts in bed. I wasn’t a virgin, but the two guys I’d slept with never made me howl the kind of slutty noises Ian pounded out of my mom. I started wondering if he had a big cock, and made it my mission to find out.

He caught me looking at his crotch so many times, and twice loitering around outside the bathroom, waiting for him to come out of the shower. That was embarrassing. But the more I overheard him screwing my mom like a stud, plus seeing how happy he made her, the more jealous and curious I became.

Instead of trying to catch the attention of guys my own age, I started trying to catch the attention of my mother’s older boyfriend, a man who was old enough to be my dad by quite a few years. I was shameless, wearing low-cut tops and blouses, displaying a significant amount of cleavage around him, giving him my blessing and every opportunity to check out my tits.

But I couldn’t read his thoughts like I could other men, who stared, smiled, and even commented on them as they passed me in the street, or in a bar. Although Ian did steal lots of glances of my bosom, being presented in ways that demanded attention, he was resilient, respectful, and cautious. I had no idea what I was hoping for, I just got off on trying to tease and seduce him.

Then, one Saturday evening, I was up in my bedroom doing my makeup, getting ready to go out for drinks with my friends, when my mom came into my room to tell me she was going out with her friends too, and that Ian was downstairs in the living room, watching motorsports. We told each other to be safe and to have a good night before she left.

Mischievously, I plucked up the courage to go downstairs into the kitchen and pour myself a small glass of wine. With only a towel wrapped around my young, curvaceous body, I dried my long, brown hair then braved the short journey, passing Ian in the living room on the way. That was the point. Another chance to tease him.

“Oh!” I feigned surprise, checking the towel was still wrapped tight around my body. “Sorry, Ian. I thought you were dropping my mom into town to meet her friends.”

“Uh, no, that was never the plan,” he frowned, his eyes roaming my lack of clothing. He looked to be annoyed with me.

“I’m just going to get a glass of wine. Do you want another drink?” I asked him, my voice exposing my nervous excitement at being naked in front of him, except for the towel.

“No thank you, Lucy,” he frowned once more, but he didn’t take his eyes off me.

I tried to hold it in, until I was safely inside the kitchen, but I felt too naughty and giggled. I then felt a little bit guilty when I returned, with an arm across my heaving bust and a glass of wine in my other hand. It was cruel and unfair of me. To both Ian and my mom. But it was so freaking arousing.

“Sorry again,” I grinned knowingly, pausing at the door to give him one last look.

“Forget about it.” He nodded with a half smile, looking me up and down once more.

I dashed upstairs to my bedroom to finish getting ready. Stood before my vanity mirror, still wrapped in just the towel, I applied bold eye makeup. I used prominent eyeliner and thick mascara to complement my blue eyes, before painting my lips red with a shiny gloss. I was finally ready to remove the towel and start getting dressed.

But unbeknown to me, I was about to learn a lesson in why it was dangerous to play games with other people’s emotions, especially men. As I went to release the towel from my body, there was a firm knock on my bedroom door, immediately followed by it opening. It was obviously Ian. Flustered, I made sure the towel was secure.

He entered my messy boudoir for the first time ever, invading my personal space with an air of menace. His demeanour said danger to me. A little bit exciting, but mostly nerve wracking. I smiled and blushed, wondering why he’d come into my bedroom, but then he closed and locked the door. The click sent a shiver down my spine.

“Is everything ok?” I asked him, no longer in a flirtatious mood. The atmosphere lost its warmth and friendliness. It was too serious.

“You like playing games , don’t you, Lucy,” he said. His tone rattled my core.

“What do you mean?” I played dumb.

“You know exactly what I mean.” Ian walked directly towards me. I bit my lip as he stood over me and stroked his fingers through my hair. I gulped when he cradled my head and tilted it back, forcing me to look up at him. “And you knew exactly what you were doing when you came downstairs in this towel.”

“I… I…” A reasonable explanation escaped me. I was guilty, and now he was calling me out on my inappropriate behaviour. I couldn’t understand how I could be so scared and turned on at the same time.

“What’s wrong, Lucy?” Ian stared into my eyes, seeing the terror and arousal. “Have you suddenly lost your confidence? Your makeup looks nice. It brings out your eyes.”

“Ian… I…” My voice croaked.

“You think teasing men is the same as teasing boys, don’t you?” He traced a finger down my face, making me quiver. “Always walking around with your big tits on show. Tell me, Lucy, does it make you wet and tingly between your legs when I look at you?”

I couldn’t speak. My nipples were throbbing and my pussy was dripping wet. Still staring up into his eyes, aroused like never before, I nodded submissively. I’d never thought about him taking control of me, but now he was, I realised I wanted him to. I sighed as his calm but dominant words exposed me.

“Yeah, I thought so.” Ian smirked at me with an air of disdain, as if I were just a silly little girl who needed to be taught a lesson. But keeping hold of the back of my head, leering over my face, he kissed my lips softly and slipped his tongue inside my mouth. I moaned, melting as our tongues twisted.

“You knew I was home alone, but you wanted to grab my attention by just wearing this towel, didn’t you?” he said, parting from the kiss. I nodded, heart racing as I tried to catch my breath. “It worked, Lucy,” he whispered with a dark look in his eyes. “You have my full attention now, and all I can think about is ripping this towel off you and shoving my big cock inside your tight pussy.”

I emitted an uncontrollable sound of fear and desire, as my heart started pounding with anticipation. I wanted him to take me, and we both knew I wouldn’t try to stop him. Ian grabbed my hand and pressed it against his crotch. I felt the size of his bulge through his trousers and gasped loudly.

“This is what your constant teasing does to men, Lucy,” he growled, yanking the towel from my body, exposing my breasts. “You sure do take after your mom. My cock would look just as good between your big tits as it does between hers.” He grabbed them and kissed me again, groping and squeezing.

Overwhelmed by his pace, lust, and the sensation, I gripped hold of him and tried to match his intensity, but I didn’t have the know how or experience. I hadn’t been in the grasp of an older, experienced man before, let alone one who understood my needs better than I did. It was fast flowing.

Ian eventually broke away from the kiss and backed me up against my vanity unit, pushing my breasts together. I gasped at the sudden movement and then at his mouth closing around my nipples in turn. My hands gripped the edge of the unit, powerless to stop the force of my mothers boyfriend. Not that I wanted to stop it. It was intoxicating.

Mauling my breasts, sucking and biting my nipples, Ian put his hand between my legs and cupped my tight, shaven mound. We groaned in unison. I opened my legs instinctively as he parted my swollen lips with his fingers, exposing my hot, sticky arousal. When he smeared my juices around, and moved my aching clit in a circular motion, I writhed against his hand, panting and moaning, needing an orgasm.

“You like that, Lucy? You like having your mom’s boyfriend touching you?” Ian’s tone taunted me, but I didn’t feel guilty, not yet at least. “You’ve wanted me to notice you for so long, haven’t you? The truth is, I noticed you the moment we met. I would have never crossed any lines. But you’re a little slut, aren’t you, Lucy? Say it and I’ll make you cum.” Ian slipped me a finger.

“Oh yes!” I cried out, leaning further back against my vanity unit. “I’m a little slut!”

“A young slut with a tight cunt and a big pair of tits!” he hissed as he finger-fucked me. “Is that how you want men to see you, Lucy?”

“Oh God, I’m gonna cum,” I moaned, breathless, unable to answer him. My body was answering for me. “Yes!” I climaxed.

As I convulsed against my vanity unit, Ian slowly withdrew his hand and sucked his finger. “You’re gonna feel so good when you cum with me inside you. Now, get down on your knees, Lucy, and show me how good you are are sucking cock. I’m sure a young slut like you has done it many times before.”

Ian put a hand on my shoulder and applied downward pressure. He didn’t need to, I was already going down on my knees, eager to see his cock, hold and suck it. I wanted to make sure that I pleasured him better than my mom ever had, which was evil of me.

“Good girl, Lucy. Take it out and put it in your mouth,” he demanded, his tone full of dispassion as I stared at his crotch, at the outline of his bulge, and unbuckled his belt.

Ian stood firm, looking down at me like I was worthless. But he did emit a sigh of excitement when I unzipped his fly and pulled his pants and boxers down. I giggled at his cock when it sprang free. So big and hard, I thought, amused as it pointed directly at me, ready to be sucked dry.

“You still think this all just a game, don’t you, Lucy?” Ian grabbed my face, forcing my head back. “Don’t you?”

“No I don’t,” I replied, a little defensively.

“Sure you do, messing around with your mom’s boyfriend, enticing him with your body. “Suck it. Get that pretty little mouth around it and show me you’re not playing.”

His attitude finally triggered my ego. I wasn’t used to a guy talking down to me like that. I wrapped my hand around the base of his shaft, and my mouth around his engorged head. I’ll show you, I thought. His cock was bigger than anything I’d seen before, but a cock is a cock, right? I closed my eyes and sucked him off like I would any other guy.

“Not bad, Lucy,” he groaned, grabbing my long, brown locks. “But can you take me as deep as your mom can? Let’s find out.”

Ian held my head and began to thrust his hips, pushing his cock to the back of my throat. I coughed, gagged and spluttered as he took control and fucked my mouth. He even pulled my head back so I had no choice but to look up at him. He was an animal.

“You like that, Lucy?” he sneered down at me. “On your knees, getting your pretty, young face fucked by an older man’s cock.”

I physically hated it. I could barely breathe. But it did do something to me mentally. There was something raw and primal about being on my knees and dominated orally. I’d never experienced it before, and I wasn’t sure if id ever want to again, ever again.

“Yes,” he growled, hitting the back of my throat. “There’s a good little slut. That’s what you want, isn’t it, to feel like a slut?”

He eventually pulled out of my mouth and let go of my hair, laughing at me coughing as my eyes watered. Fresh mascara ran down my cheeks, but I laughed in defiance, trying to show him that I wasn’t deterred.

“You enjoyed that, didn’t you?” he chuckled, pulling me to my feet.

While I regained some composure, Ian stepped out of his trousers and boxers then removed his shirt. He had a hard body for his age, but it was his even harder length that I couldn’t stop looking at. Once he’d pulled his socks off, he grabbed my breasts again.

“How do you like to be fucked, Lucy?” he asked, pinching and twisting my nipples. I winced at the pain and pleasure, but it taught me more about myself, about what kind of sex I needed to reach these heights.

“I don’t know,” I replied, giggling with embarrassment, too shy to admit how much I liked him being in control. I didn’t want to talk. I just wanted him to take and use me.

“Get on the bed and spread your legs,” Ian instructed.

I climbed onto my bed and lay on my back. Ian caressed my legs before pulling me down towards the end. I gathered there was to be no more foreplay as he raised my legs high in the air and told me to keep them there. I felt so exposed, holding my legs open for him. He stroked his cock, smirking.

“Tight and shaven. I like it, Lucy,” he said, pressing his cock against my opening. “Your mom keeps a neat bush. Now, let’s see if you’re an even better fuck than she is. That’s what you want me to do, isn’t it, fuck you?”

Holding my legs apart, looking through them at him, I nodded, waiting for the moment his cock entered me. The anticipation was torture as he lubricated his bulbous head in my juices. Then he sank the first inch inside my pussy, then another, and another, slowly stretching me with his girth.

“Your young cunt feels so tight, Lucy,” Ian groaned. “You’re going to be a great fuck.”

Like a virgin, I cried out in agony and ecstasy as he moved his cock in and out of me, pushing that little bit deeper each time. I arched my back, keeping my legs spread in a V until he’d impaled me with his cock. I’d never felt so full and stretched before. Ian took my legs and placed them on his shoulders.

“Oh fuck,” I moaned. “I’m gonna cum.” He slowly moved his hips back and forth, fucking me gently. My mom’s boyfriend.

“So fucking tight,” he grunted, pushing harder as my pussy contracted around his cock. “Play with your big tits, Lucy. Slut!”

I grabbed my breasts and squeezed them together as he started pounding me hard and deep. The thrusting sounds coming from my wet pussy were loud and dirty. I looked up at Ian. He was so in control of everything. But I loved it, enjoying the feeling of another impending orgasm.

“I’m gonna cum soon,” he warned me. “I hope you’re on the pill, Lucy, because I’m gonna fill you up. You want my cum, don’t you?”

“Yes!” I panted. “I want it deep inside me!” I was on the pill, but even if I wasn’t, I would have still told him to fill me up. I loved it.

Ian grunted, driving into me harder. I squeezed my pussy walls around him, bucking my hips off the bed, desperate to climax with him. He grabbed my breasts, hissing at me what a slut I was, and promising to pump so much cum inside me that I’d be leaking for days. The thought set me off in climatic ecstasy.

Ian sank his fingers into breasts and threw his head back, burying himself to the hilt. I wanted to see the look on his face, remember the moment I gave him so much pleasure, but I was withering on his cock as it throbbed, twitched and spewed a big load deep inside my pussy, just the way I wanted.

“Oh fuck,” Ian sighed, quivering once he was empty. “That was good.” He pulled out slowly and spread my legs. “Push it out.”

It was slightly humiliating, lying on my bed, pushing my mom’s boyfriend’s cum out of my pussy. He revelled in it, grinning in triumph as his load trickled out of my hole and ran down my crack on to my bedsheets.

“Keep this to yourself, Lucy, start behaving and dressing responsibly when your mom is around, and I’ll fuck your tight cunt until its not tight anymore. Deal?” Ian was serious.

“Deal,” I replied, closing my legs.

“Good girl. Now, text your friends and let them know you can’t make it. Tell them you’re not feeling very well or something.”

“Why? I never pull out of night out.”

“Because we’re going for a shower, where I’m going to fuck you again. I’m a repeater, Lucy,” he chuckled. “You’re going to need a new pussy by the time I’ve finished with it.”

Ian wasn’t lying. I couldn’t pee for days without it burning, and he made sure I couldn’t wear anything low-cut for a while, by covering my breasts in love bites. I’d teased my mom’s boyfriend without thinking it through, and ended up being his slut for months, until my mom found out he was having an affair with a woman from his office.

Seeing how heart broken she was, I swore to never get involved with any man again who was already involved. My mom a few different boyfriends after Ian, and all of them had wandering eyes, but I never betrayed her again.

As for Ian and his big cock… WOW!