Tommy’s fuck toy

Sweat was dripping off of Tommy’s chin, splashing down onto my face. His eyes were closed as he pounded away at me. My legs were splayed wide, his muscular arms braced on the bed with my knees pinned behind them. I had one hand on my pussy, frigging my clit, while my other hand was reaching underneath me, my middle finger pushing in and out of my asshole.
“Keep going baby, I’m almost there.” I urged him. He nodded, and increased his pace.
As he kept thrusting deep into my pussy, I could feel the heat deep in my loins. I was burning up and dripping pussy juice. The sound of our bodies crashing together mixed with the squelching sound of my pussy to fill the room.
“Ohohohoohhhhhhh……. Jessuuuuussssss yeeessssssss!!!!!!!”
My body started convulsing and I exploded all over his cock as I saw fireworks.
Tommy pulled out of me, and spun my unresisting body over. He grabbed my hips and pulled me up to my knees. I collapsed back down onto the bed and groaned.
“Tommy no, I can’t, I need a break.” I weakly protested.
Tommy ignored me and grabbed a pillow. He yanked me back up and shoved the pillow under my hips before dropping me back down.
“Pleeeeeaaaaasssseeee, just a little bit of time.”
Tommy leaned over me and whispered in my ear.
“It’s ok Jess, you’ll be fine.”
He placed a hand on one of my ass cheeks and pushed it to the side, exposing my asshole.
“Noooooo, Tommy. Not yet, please.” I weakly tried to wiggle away.
He placed the head of his cock to my hole. His dick was dripping with my juices, and it popped past my sphincter. Once he had the head in, he reached forward and forced my head into the bed, and steadily pushed into me.
“Ohhhhhhhhh” I groaned as he forced his way into my ass. I tried to pull away, but it was no use. Tommy grabbed my hip with his other hand and held me still. He was in complete control of me now, and had assumed a powerful mount position.
There was nowhere for me to go, all I could do was just hold still and take it.
Tommy plowed into me, his dick pushing past my sphincter, and deep into my colon. His hips were smacking into my ass cheeks, making a lewd slapping sound. Sweat was flying off both of our bodies, soaking the bed sheets underneath us.
I was still coming down from my orgasm, and my nerves were raw. This powerful fucking was almost too much for me. I squeezed my eyes shut, gritted my teeth, and waited for him to finish.
I knew that Tommy had a lot of shit to work out, and that was why I was here.
I just hoped I could survive this experience.
Tommy kept slamming into my ass, and after a couple of minutes, he began grunting in time with his thrusts.
“Take! That! Dick!! Take! That! Dick!!”
“Tommy, please.” I pleaded with him.
He slowed a bit, grabbed my hips in his hands, and started slamming into me even harder. His powerful arms pulled me back onto his cock, impaling me on it.
“Fuck! You! Bitch!! Fuck! You! Bitch!!”
This wasn’t sex anymore. This was violent and ugly, like a rape.
“Tommy, stop!!!! Please, stop!!!!!!”
He either couldn’t hear me, or was ignoring me, and kept pounding into my ass. I reached forward and grabbed hold of the bars of my wrought iron headboard. I was crying and screaming as he kept fucking my ass.
He finally gave a mighty bellow and coated my colon with his jizz before collapsing on my back, pinning me to the bed beneath his weight. He rolled over on his side, holding me close to him.
“Shhhh, it’s okay Katie.”
I wiped tears from my eyes and snarled at him over my shoulder.
“I’m not Katie, you asshole.”
I angrily shrugged his arms off of me, and pulled myself off his dick as gently as I could.
I limped towards the bathroom with his cum dripping down my leg.
I flipped on the light switch and wet down a wash cloth to clean myself. As I wiped his cum from my leg, I discovered that I was bleeding as well.

Tommy appeared behind me, shame and guilt on his face.
“Jess, I’m sorry.”
I glared at him in the mirror.
“What exactly are you sorry about, Tommy? For raping my ass, or calling me by your wife’s name?”
He stared at the floor. “All of it. I don’t know what to say. I can only apologize to you again, I don’t know what came over me.”
I looked down at the sink. “I think you better go.”
He nodded, apologized again, gathered his clothes and walked out of the room. I went back to bed and fell asleep, exhausted.

I awoke early the next morning and tended to my chores, moving slowly after the previous nights events. As I eventually worked my way back to the front of the house, I found a bouquet of white roses on the front porch. A small card was attached with a simple inscription.
“I’m sorry. T“
I sighed and smiled. I wished I could stay mad at him, but it just wasn’t possible.

I glanced out the front window, gazing across the little horse farm I lived on.
This had once been a sleepy farming community, but about 15 years ago, real estate developers had come in and bought up all the land, transforming our little farm community into an upscale suburb, replete with gated subdivisions and snobby yuppies.
I still lived in the little frame house that my grandfather had built, I just couldn’t bear to part with it, so I held on despite lucrative offers from the developers.
When it was discovered that we had oil on our property, we leased the mineral rights, and sat back to collect the royalty checks.
I ran a large stable on our property, and all the snobs kept their horses boarded there. It was a labor of love for me, a way to keep busy.
My husband Jake had been killed several years ago by a drunk driver, so I was alone now, a widow in her early 30’s.
About five years ago, Tommy and his family had moved into a house that backed up to our property. He had two adorable little girls, and an absolutely gorgeous wife, who was also a world class snob.
She was always dressed to the nines in the latest designer fashions, carried Fendi purses, and wore Manolo Blahnik shoes. She was constantly on the go; Pilates, Yoga, the gym, tennis club, Country club, hair salon, manicurist, and whatever big social event was coming up.
They had a nanny for their little girls since Tommy was always at work, and she had her socializing to attend to.
The girls often came over to ride the horses. I would strap them on, and gently lead a tame mare around in a circle. They would get to feed her apples when they were done, and they thought it was just the greatest thing in the world.

One Saturday, I heard a knock at my door.
I answered and discovered Tommy outside with the girls, his lips drawn tight.
“Jess, I’m awfully sorry to spring this on you, but could I leave the girls here for the day? We’re having a family emergency.”
Little Amanda, the younger of the two looked at me with red rimmed eyes.
“Mommy and daddy are fighting.” She whispered.
“Shhhhhh!” Dawn, two years older, gave her sister a fierce rebuke. “You’re not supposed to say anything!”
I looked at Tommy, and he glanced away, embarrassed.
“That’s no problem, you two come on in. We’ll have lunch and go take a ride, how does that sound?”
Tommy thanked me and left.
The girls and I played all day, until their mother came to get them.
“Sorry about the inconvenience Jess, I appreciate it.”
I nodded at her. “No problem Katie, we had a grand afternoon.”
Amanda looked at her mother with trepidation. “Are you and daddy getting a divorce?”
Katie blanched at that. “Amanda! What kind of question is that? Not in front of strangers!!!”
Amanda looked at me. “Jess isn’t a stranger.”
Katie huffed. “Well she’s not family. Let’s go.”
And they left without another word.

A couple of days later I was tending to some work on the edge the property and saw Tommy over the fence in his pool.
“How are you doing?”
He looked up at me.
“Not too well. Katie took the girls and went to her mom’s.”
“I’m sorry.” He looked so dejected; my heart went out to him.
“Tommy, would you like to come over for dinner tonight? It may do you some good.”
He smiled wanly at me, and thanked me.
“I don’t like eating by myself at home, it feels … unnatural.”

He showed up that evening with a bottle of wine, and I grilled two steaks with baked potatoes and corn on the cob.
We ate and chatted about world affairs, current events, and sports.
“This is nice.“ He said as we cleared away the dishes. “Katie’s only interested in fashion and society gossip.