Hit and Run Payback - CNC Scene

This time of year is always the busiest. Malls are packed. Parking lots are full. Roads are questionable at best. Everyone just trying to finish their Christmas Shopping and escape the month of December with their sanity intact. On this busy Saturday I am doing the same. After spending hours in the mall weaving in and out of people, trying to avoid the masses, I am finally done!! The exit door in my view gives me that feeling of relief, knowing I will not have to endure the torture of the mall again this year.

Walking to my vehicle feeling exhausted but happy to almost be home and free of the insanity, I watch someone pulling out beside me and hit my vehicle. Making eye contact and just driving away as if nothing happened. What a terrible end to an exhausting day. I am immediate enraged and without thought I get into my vehicle and pull out of the parking lot with their vehicle still in view. Only a couple cars back I keep following them so I can have a conversation and make sure the appropriate information is exchanged.

Well that plan completely goes out the window when I see his passenger. She is absolutely gorgeous. Sitting there with her long and straight dark hair, completely carefree. My entire focus changes from watching him and his car to studying her every move through the passenger window. They don’t notice me following or that it’s the same vehicle they hit in the parking lot. This allows me to get closer and follow on the passenger side of the vehicle so I can keep watching her. Smiling and chatting with him. Are they going home? Do they have more shopping to do?

Any other plans I had for the evening are now gone, I am obsessed and need to see more of her. Every chance I get I pull directly beside her and watch. Hoping every light turns red so I can focus on her and not the road. Driving for about 20 min now, I notice we are getting into some residential areas. Am I going to be so lucky to see where they live? This thought gives me so many ideas. Do I follow my original plan and exchange info to make sure he is accountable for the hit and run? Or do I make him remember that day forever in a more intimate way…..

They pull into a driveway and I park a couple houses down just watching. He gets out of the car and goes directly into the house. Doesn’t wait for her or check and see if she is following behind, nothing. She deserves more. Watching her walk to the house with her tight yoga pants was well worth the drive. She is perfect!! At that moment I decided he will forever remember the hit and run. There will be no insurance involved. I will take what I need from her and make sure he knows it….

For the next few days I find myself back at that house early in the morning and in the evening. Figuring out their schedule. Watching him leave for work on Monday morning with a suitcase and not coming back till Friday evening. He must work out of town. She does not seem to work. She leaves at around 11 and parks in the garage, wearing gym clothes. Returns around 1. After that I can see her moving around the house, usually in a robe, fresh out of the shower. I spend about a week studying this schedule, noting any variations. During the week the schedule is the exact same every day. Perfect, now I have a plan…..

The next Monday I arrive early again and park a couple houses down. Sure enough, he leaves with suitcase in hand. Around 11 she leaves as well and returns again around 1. I go about my day and return that night around 6 to make sure he hasn’t returned. I find exactly what I want, he isn’t home….. This time I won’t be leaving and she won’t be spending the night alone. Leaving my vehicle parked on the street I walk up to the front door. Give a nice soft knock and wait for the door to open.

As soon as the door opens I force myself inside, slamming the door behind me. The fear in her eyes and terror in her scream has me immediately excited. She can scream all she wants, there is no one else at home. She is so tiny that any attempts at fighting are weak and ineffective. I grab her by the throat and lock the door behind me with my free hand. As soon as the door is locked I grab her wrists with my free hand to stop her hands trying to release the grasp I have on her neck. “Your husband should have done the right thing and stopped when he hit my vehicle” is all I say as I guide her forcefully up the stairs. Checking the doors upstairs until I find the master bedroom. Her still trying to fight her way away from me. Trying to scream “help” with limited breath from my hand on her throat. Pressing her down on the bed I tell her “I am going to take what I want from you so he will always remember the day he hit my vehicle, you can fight all you want, it will just get worse”

After that comment you could see the realization of exactly what was happening in her eyes. Almost like she accepted it. Her fighting slowed. Her attempts at screaming stopped. I was able to release my hand from her throat leaving her trying to regaining her breath. This gave me the opportunity to stress undressing her which caused the fight to come back. Again very weak and ineffective. With some force her pants came off easily exposing a freshly shaved pussy just waiting to be used. Her phone was in her front pocket so I grabbed that as well, it will come in handy shortly… Her shirt was the next task which was a little more difficult. Sitting on her legs to stop them from kicking I pulled her shirt up with my free hand as far as I could. Needing to release her wrists to get it off the rest of the way. Thankfully she was not wearing a bra. As soon as I released her wrists she tried fighting back again by pushing at me. Hitting my chest. I just kept going and pulled her shirt off over her head. Her boobs bouncing and sliding side to side with her terrible attempts of escape. “Do I need to tie you up? I will if I have to but I would rather you just take it like a good slut” this made her calm down a bit. She responded “No, please don’t tie me up, I will stop”

There she was, laying completely naked on her marital bed, completely at my mercy. With her acknowledgment of not fighting anymore I was able to get off her so I could just stand back and take in all of her beauty. Watching her try and hide her pussy and boobs with her now free hands. I grabbed her phone from my pocket, pointed it at her face to open with Face ID and searched through her texts to find her husband. FaceTime was my next selection so he could see his wife fully exposed and at my mercy. It was his doing after all, he should get to see it all unfold in real time. The moment he answered he was reminded “Remember that hit and run?? Yeah this is payback. You are going to shut the fuck up and watch your wife scream. Getting anyone else involved would be a very bad idea” He didn’t say a word like the weak man he is.

I forced her legs open and buried my face in between them. Tasting her perfect pussy. Licking soft and slow. I could tell she was fighting back any type of pleasure. The small twitches and grinds on my face were a clear indication she was loving every second of it but she couldn’t let her husband see that. I kept licking that pussy while my hands explored her body. Played with her tits. Pinched her nipples. As time went on it was getting more difficult for her to hide her pleasure. Small moans would escape followed by her hand covering her mouth trying to hide them. Her legs opening for me on their own. Her back arching. I knew just by the taste of her pussy that she was thoroughly enjoying it. The sticky wetness that just continued to increase. Her moans weren’t hide-able anymore. They were getting louder and more frequent. Her breathing getting heavier. I could tell she was losing complete control so I lifted my head up and told her to look at me. “Cum for me” is all I said and went back to licking her pussy. That statement alone changed everything. Her moans were now screams. Her body shaking uncontrollably. Her legs closing around my head. I could feel her pussy pulsate on my tongue. “I’m going to cum” she screamed out and she did just that. Lifting my head again to give her a small piece of praise “good girl” I said as I looked up at her phone propped on the night stand. The look of defeat on her husband’s face made all of my efforts worth it. His wife was mine now and there was nothing he could do about it.

As my pants hit the floor I watched her eyes follow my cock as I walked up to her on the edge of the bed. Grabbing her hips and pulling her right to the edge. Sliding inside her soaking wet pussy. Her eyes showing her submissive and needy side. Something I’m sure her weak husband hasn’t seen from her. The moment it slid in nice and deep a moan escaped her lips. Her legs spread and lifted back making sure I got to feel her pussy clench around me. Fucking her deep and slow I told her to look at me again. “Do you like that?” I asked her. “Yes, sir” she responded as her eyes roll back. I fucked her tight pussy for the next 30 min. Going in between hard and fast and slow and soft. Hearing her scream and watching her body shake the whole time. Losing count of how many times she came all over my cock. It was just a creamy mess. The only words that escaped her lips were “oh my god, fuck” basically on repeat as she completely gave in to her pleasure. I pulled my cock out and told her to clean it off as I slid it down her throat. Her tongue tracing the veins on my cock as it slid in and out of her throat. Her hands playing with my balls and trying to wrap her fingers around the base of it. Completely in the zone just slurping every last drop of her cum off.

I pulled out of her mouth and flipped her over. Pulled her off the bed and then bent her over it. Slid back inside that perfect pussy and pounded her until her screams were making her lose her voice. She couldn’t even stand at the end. I just kept pounding her while holding her up by her hips until I came deep inside her. Pulling out with hers and my cum dripping off my cock I grabbed her phone and pointed it at her pussy. “Next time I will make you clean it out of her” as I ended the call and tossed her phone on the bed. She was collapsed on the floor trying to catch her breath. I put my clothes back on and walked out of her room and down the stairs. Before I could open the door I heard her say “He isn’t back till Friday, door will be open”. I didn’t respond. Just opened the door and walked to my vehicle.

Would you have the same reaction and want me to come back???

This post is for 18 only. Very experienced with CNC. All play is consensual with proper safeword and limits in place. Play safely and respectfully everyone. Always open to answering questions.