Domination/submission

Craving That Bitch | Chapter Two

DISCLAIMER*** This contains strong sexual fantasies including rape, torture and much more. If this makes you sick, please turn around. If this excites you, please stay.

Just one hour’2′ with my wifes best friend

Stacey rather sheepishly welcomed the large man into her house. She couldn’t explain why she’d been so compliant; maybe it was something about his mature powerful frame that unnerved her. He’d been polite asking if her husband was in; saying he was expected. She had looked quizzical at him. Her husband didn’t know any black guys; in fact both of them didn’t really like his type. But that would be how Stacey would word it, other might say they were just down right racist.
The Boss eased past her, his body enormous compared to her slim 5’5 frame. He’d seen photographs of her before today so his eyes didn’t linger embarrassingly; he already studied her at his leisure.
Today as of most times she was dressed in a tight white T-shirt and white tennis skirt. Stacey was slim with large hips and pear shaped ass. She dressed taking advantage of her assets. Small breasted she had long shapely legs today in a pair of white matching training shoes. Her skin was always tanned her neck and face freckled, eyes grey and nose upturned; with tied back long dirty blonde hair. This had streaks of black roots showing through her peroxide locks.
Her husband was watching the TV with a beer and his face turned like ash as the black dude entered dressed in his long trench coat. Stacey realized it must be in the mid eighties outside and wondered why he would wear such a thing. The man sat down taking a full settee almost to himself. The waif beauty offered him a drink her eyes showing confusion and a little nervousness.
The Boss man knew the routine; he’d have to explain, as normal the husbands always just sat there like rabbits in the headlights looking dumb.
“Have a seat young lady,” the Boss said in a deep southern drawl.
Stacey looked at her frozen husband as if for guidance. He remained silent, eyes lowered a little from her questioning stare.
“Did you know your husband had a gambling problem?” The Boss announced unexpectedly patting the arm rest next to him coaxing her to sit.
Stacey felt herself growing in anger as she sat knees together, prim, balanced on the edge of the soft chair listening. She was turning red with frustration as she was told how her precious husband had run up an enormous tag at a back street gambling den which the Boss owned. Stacey’s husband mumbled and spluttered an excuse why he hadn’t been round to settle it, adding he’d get it soon. Stacey’s eyes widened in disbelief, he’d just said 4000 bucks. The Boss caught her eye and instantly he knew they didn’t have anything near that amount available.
The man began to stutter some proposal but the Boss just raised his hand to quiet him.
“I already know you can’t pay for fucks sake. No one holds out on me unless they have no other choice.”
Stacey had been furious; now she felt her stomach go in knots. “What’s going to happen to him?” She said nervously.
The Boss shifted with menace his coat creaking as the leather moved. “Listen honey unless he pays up it’s what’s going to happen to both of you.”
She gave a whine her face shocked. “But, but…” The Boss stood up aggressively.
“Listen you fucks; I already know what I want in payment and if I don’t get it right now I’ll have my crew burn you’re fucking house down with you both in it!”
“Calm down, calm down!” The couple cried both trying to stand.
“Sit the fuck down.” He hissed. Both dropped to their seats like scolded dogs.
He took his coat off to show his large T-shirt chest, a pot belly growing above his waist band. He had a video in his pocket.
“Fucking put this on.” He ordered to her husband. “And you miss,” he snapped looking at Stacey,”sit down next to me.”
Stacey edged down against his thigh as he sat there legs open taking virtually all the settee. Once the video began to pay he told her husband to sit back in his drinking seat. The screen was just an electric snow storm which then turned to black and finally a brightly colored movie began to play.
Stacey looked at her husband still totally confused with what was happening. Then she put her hand over her mouth, it was some kind of porno! She never watched anything like this; in fact her husband told her he also never did; which stupidly and innocently she believed.
The Boss spoke gently to her. “All I want is one hour with you honey. Pay off all the debt.”
She looked at the video then back at him head cocked to one side not really understanding.
“But I…?” He shook his head. “Oh for fucks sake how much of a fucking air head are you? I want to fuck your brains out!”
She gasped, her mouth open invitingly, eyes wide in horror. Her husband instantly began making protests. Seeing the final understanding in her eyes the Boss continued.
“Yeah that’s right honey, I don’t need the fucking money and you need a solution right this minute.”
Stacey was shaking her head, talking in a high indignant voice. She wouldn’t, couldn’t; “who the hell did he think he wa…”
The Boss pointed a finger to her shaking hubby. “Ask him he’ll tell you.” Stacey turned for reassurance but her worm of a man just shook his head.
“We haven’t got any choice sweetie.”
Stacey gasped in disbelief. “We?” She shouted in anger.
The Boss turned the sound up on the video by remote as he leaned back.
“Good I take it that’s a deal then.” And pointing to her bloke he snapped. “Now fucking sit there for ten minutes then I want you to fuck off and don’t come back till four, is that clear?”
Stacey looked again at her husband and groaned as he obediently nodded shrinking in his chair.
“Now you fucking bimbo, “he growled, “open my zipper, take out my cock and let’s watch a movie together.”
Stacey s hand moved across to his zipper. What could she do? The man was big and powerful and her husband didn’t look like he intended to fight. Was this man as evil as he acted? She saw her husbands’ terrified face. Oh God there was no choice but to get on with it.
Her perfect nailed fingers open the fly and gently reached in. She gave a little moan of despair as her hand gripped his black slug the meaty length popping upright out of his pants, her very golden skin shinning around the dark baggy foreskin and purple head.
The Boss gave a satisfied groan telling her to gently wank his flesh.
“Watch the fucking movie while you do it honey get a real good look at what we could get up to!”
On the screen a sultry Latino was been spanked by four men. Each was in turn fingering her ass, forcing her to suck him. The Boss’s hand curled around Stacey’s tight waist to touch the top of her ample butt.
“Hmmm good girl use your thumb over my open slit.”
Stacey circled his spunk eye the head rough to the touch and suddenly felt precome begin to make the flesh slippery. She gave a small gasp of panic.
“Hmm you’re getting me real hot.” He announced as his eyes delighted in the video.
On the video the men were fisting the bitch, one of them with three fingers up her ass. The Boss told Stacey to get on her knees in front of him. She sat there trembling, her hand still slowly tugging eyes welling up. Her husband was shaking, the loud moaning from the TV distracting but the sight of his wife on her knees a big black cock in front of her kept his attention.
The Boss gave him an instruction. “Get your cock out.”
He refused his face one of panic only for the Boss to growl again.” Do it!”
He fumbled with his pants and his dick pink and stiff sprang upright the video obviously turning him on.
“Start wanking yourself,” the black thug ordered. He then looked down at Stacey, “and you get that pretty mouth of yours around my fat weeping end.”
Stacey’s husband took his cock red faced into his own hand and began to tug the foreskin. He could see his delicate wife knelt between the black guys legs. She had one long nailed hand on his knee the other making a small fist around his iron rod. She was in silhouette and her upturned nose and cute lips came ever closer to the bulging purple helmet. The blood was rushing up his pipes as his own rod become achingly hard. The hardcore movie was still playing; now a barely legal teen in some four way gangbang.
“Come on honey time to give your husband a show.” And with that the Boss’s hand cupped the blonde housewife’s head and pulled her mouth onto him.
“Mmmmm slurp, slurp!”
Stacey closed her eyes imagining it was her husband’s member; but realized that would be impossible. The thing was fatter the foreskin loose and as she stretched her lips the purple head rubbed up into the roof of her mouth. She could hear the groans of the Boss and the fleshy flaps of her husband’s cock skin as he jerked near by.
The Boss raised his hips forcing more cock in, Stacey starting to gag her hands pushing his pelvis back. He groaned. “Take it all the way down bitch.”
He turned to her hopeless partner.” Keep jerking that cock boy, or I’ll fucking choke her with this.” And if to demonstrate he gripped her head firmly and pinching her nose pushed deeper. Stacey bucked the head on her tonsils the thing filling her throat.
“Gggghhh cough! Splutter! Ugggggg!” The despairing man increased his rhythm fearing his wife might pass out.
The black thug was in total control and he grunted with satisfaction seeing Stacey watch her husband out of the corner of her eye. “He’s getting real hard baby.” He announced with glee. “He likes the sight of you swallowing a fucking hard black cock. Shall I tell him what’s in store for his naughty little whore?”
Stacey didn’t acknowledge him her eyes down mouth muscles struggling.
”A cute little bitch like you needs a real good ploughing, and you’re going to get it.”
She whined in response, mouth full of flesh.
The Boss admired her swan like neck accentuated by the tightly stretched back dirty blonde hair; the pony tail hanging down to her shoulder blades. He could see himself bulging in her cheek his end warm with spittle and young woman’s gasping breath.
“You’re going be a good girl for me Stacey,” he said sweetly.” Just an hour of your time honey, that’s all I want.” She whined again through her cute nose, mouth foaming a little around his cock.
Her husband felt his body starting to tense his hand a little numb with the thorough wanking. The Boss raised himself off the settee to start to thrust in and out of her mouth.
“Suck it, suck it you white bitch yeah,” he grunted as Stacey’s cheeks puffed and clenched, her mouth gripping his oily foreskin like a vice.
“Ug, ug, ug lets see you come boy!” He growled, looking back to her husband, who could feel himself reaching a peak.
His desperate wife was wresting to hold down the bucking black pelvis eyes wide in horror, the cock rampant in her mouth her teeth twanging the underside of his helmet. She managed to pull her head back crying out in despair. “Oh god uuhh oh, oh!” The Boss pointed to her partner.
“Oh yes baby look, look he’s coming. Watch it you fucking slut!”
Stacey moaned as her face still full of cheek puffing cock was twisted to see. Her man was heaving in his chair his fist red with effort. The boss’s cock sprang from her disbelieving mouth spittle training in a spider strand.
“Ugggggggggggggggg!!”
Her husbands tip erupted spunk, up and out, two, three jerks his fingers covered, the wads stink instantly filling the room.
“Uuggggggggg!”
He bucked with involuntary delight as Stacey’s watched hand over her mouth in disbelief; until finally he collapsed with a long pitiful moan. “Noooooooooo!”
The Boss pulled the sobbing Stacey back towards his cock. He gripped the hot shaft wiping it across her cheeks. Looking at the spent man nearby he narrowed his eyes.
“Now you take a hike mister. I don’t want you back before four, and don’t fucking get any stupid ideas about the cops. Your little Stacey’s going to get her brains fucked out, I can easily arrange blown out too.”
Her husband nodded zipping his pants. “I, I, I…” he mumbled reaching the hall.
His wife glared back in total disgust.
“Just get the fuck out!” She said shaking her head in utter contempt. And with that he left slamming the door behind him.
She felt the Boss pull her face forward and she opened her mouth to allow his now well inspected tip back down her throat. He turned off the groaning video allowing her obedient sucks and slurps to fill the room. Suddenly she thought she heard a noise behind her.
The kitchen door!
She pulled back in horror the man’s dick bouncing up into her cheekbones across her nose. She had panic on her face again, she was sat between a fat guys thighs his cock near to erupting. “Oh no there’s someone…” She gulped in embarrassment.
“Relax,” the Boss said clenching his teeth from the uncomfortable ejection. “He’s with me!” And with that she heard an Asian voice over her shoulder.
“Ah yes she’s as lovely as you described!”
Now she remembered. She had seen another figure sat in the driver seat of the Black mans park car. She’d completely forgot about him. She looked slowly over her shoulder at the new visitor.
“Oh Jesus!” She squealed. “Oh no, no ohhhhh!”
In the door way was a shirtless hairy Asian man his jogging pants loose, feet bare. He had a black bag in his strong dark arms his stance like some action figure, legs apart, arms curled wrestler style, hands as fists. His head was covered with a bizarre leather mask, an open zipper for a mouth, the material black leather.
“This is my associate,” the Boss announced holding his dick and balls to keep them fully aroused. “You can call him Mask; and honey you better be good cos he’s not as nice as me.”
Up until now Stacey had felt unsure and a bit scared. She had hoped that this man would have just had his fun and left. The Boss although menacing had been almost affectionately polite to her; and though a lot older he had a certain animal charm. Even after he’d called her a bitch and been so arrogant she had rationalized it all until it virtually made sense. It had to be done for the house, for her lifestyle and well even for her useless husband.
But now her gut twisted, and her chest rose in a slow pant. Some of her tied back hair had escaped and now hung in strands across her freckled nose and high cheek boned features.
“Oh God, two… err, I…” She stammered as the Asian man neared her.
The Mask dropped his bag and gripped her slender wrist.
“On your feet you sexy little tart,” he growled.
His other hand rubbed across her t-shirt chest squeezing through the material. Stacey grunted and then half yelped as his hand shot under her short skirt to goose her ass. She made a pathetic attempt at a struggle looking back at the Boss; her eyes disbelieving; as the Mask examined her like a piece of meat. First her ass, then her tanned thighs were stroked.
He gripped one small tits making her back arch, then caressed her swan neck his finger pushing up to her hot wet mouth. All the time he was grunting in approval.
“Hmm, yes, hmm, good, good ahhh,” he said in examination until he finally gave a non negotiable order.
“Fucking lay on the kitchen table while we get a good look at you.”
Stacey whimpered a little and again looked back at the Boss. He was beginning to stand pointing in that direction. She almost jumped out of her skin as the Mask suddenly hooked his finger inside her tiny briefs ripping them from under her skirt. “We won’t need them!” He mumbled to himself.
Then he suddenly had a worrying thought. “My timer!” He said, panicking.
The Boss frowned pointing to the chiming clock on the wall.
“It’s three now, we won’t be disturbed till four. You don’t fucking need your timer!”
The Boss shook his head; his friend was one crazy fuck. But he didn’t know anyone else as willing as him. “Shit.” He just had a thought. Had he just got out of the car dressed like that, mask and all? The Boss didn’t have time to ask before Stacey decided to struggle for real.
Both men instantly grabbed her arms, the Bosses cock nudging the small of her back the Mask hooking under her knees to lift her onto the pine table. She whined and grunted neither man raising their voice, both in control; practiced. She was flat on her back the hard surface making her chest thrust up, her plimsoll rubber screeching on the surface.
Her shoulders were pulled to the table edge so her neck and head dangled over the side. In this position she was unable to resist for long before her head tired and fell back. The Boss was holding her shoulders down allowing her hands to grasp the table sides. His cock was above her stretched neck and chin and he angled it down horizontal. It came to her lips and she had little choice but begin blowing the old black fuck. But this time her nostril pointing up into his fats balls, his cock sliding straight deep into her upside down mouth and throat.
“Mggggggggg!”
The Mask was now between her feet, the shoes and claves dangling over the opposite table edge to her neck. She felt her thighs been spread by cold hands and she wriggled. The Boss grunted as she shifted, his cock slowing servicing her mouth.
“Uggg stay still, your not getting up till I let you. Just lay back and take me baby.”
She felt the suns rays from the wide window on her arm. “Oh God!” She thought in an embarrassed horror. What if the neighbours come round? Oh no, what if her parents did?”
She bucked as his cock slid deeper than he had gone previously. She gargled, the spittle dripping down her face over her nose collecting on her forehead.
The Boss admired her twitching throat and felt her spasm as his head pushed just a little too deep.
“Uggg yeah take it yeah!”
The Asian man was now up between her legs his hands struggling to force her thighs fully apart. Finally her legs were pinned down, knees wide apart the skirt stretched up to her tiny waist; and the Boss could see her almost hairless blonde pussy for the first time. The Mask moved two fingers to her slit and pressing down parting her flesh the pink clitoral region glistening in the daylight.
Now she was fully under control, taking his cock obediently the Boss felt he would explain more to her.
“Did you think I’d just settle for a suck and fuck?” He asked knowing she couldn’t answer.
“4000 bucks! You sure have got a high opinion of yourself honey.”
He paused to grit his teeth Stacey’s hot tongue and gums sending a shiver from his cock tip to his tightening balls.
“No sir ugh,” he paused again in arousing sensation. “We’re going do some pretty dirty things to you honey for that kind of money, and do you know what?”
Once again she couldn’t answer the cock now making her jaw ache with the effort, the blood rushing to her upside down head. “You’re going have to let us.”
He slowly increased his thrusts.
Stacey felt the wet touch of the Asians tongue as he began to lick and probe her young slit.
“Hmm good girl keep those legs real wide for him.” The boss ordered. “He’s wants to get his tongue up inside you and give you a fine cleaning out.”
Stacey shuddered, the cock now becoming almost too much, the tongue in her hole indeed going deeper and deeper his finger prizing her pussy flesh apart. Her bud felt the flick of his tongues rough surface and then his lips nipped. She gargled, one hand reaching down to hopelessly push his head back the other reaching up to grip the black mans shaft trying to control its entry.
The Boss groaned as her tiny hand gripped him. His hands reach onto her t-shirt mounds squeezing the flesh and nipples through the material. Stacey in turn gripped his cock harder as he rhythmical pumped. His friend bit and licked her exposed pussy and she bucked as his tongue touched a nerve bundle.
“Oh fuck!” The Boss thought to himself, the filthy scene becoming too much to bear, “I not going last much longer.”
The Boss pulled the wet tip of his cock from her mouth; Stacey instantly gasping for breath. The Mask also lifted his head away from her tasty slit his hand wiping across his zippered mouth hole, spittle shinning on the black leather chin.
Stacey was able to pull herself upright surprised he hadn’t come, though greatly relieved. The Mask still lightly had hold of her, his hand around her thin upper arm himself a little surprised by the big guy’s actions. The slim blonde curled her legs to her side, shoes and top still on; but her panties now missing. The Boss was silent just breathing heavily and he pointed for Stacey to move to the edge of the table. The Asian man understood immediately and roughly pushed her until Stacey’s butt rested on the overhanging edge.
He immediately and roughly pushed her until Stacey’s butt rested on the overhanging edge.
She felt like a total whore, the black man opening her long legs pushing his waist between them, his cock waving the purple head drooling.
“Uhh, oh, oh” Stacey moaned realizing both men were positioning her for a fucking.
The Mask forced her forward so she half sat on the table edge looking down between her stretched thighs. The Boss’s cock appeared very long. It also looked painfully erect, the head tugged slightly to one side by the over stretched foreskin.
The Boss knew he would come buckets and he enjoyed seeing their faces when his rod finally started hosing up inside them. Only last week he’d noticed a couple in the high street that he had rented a place to months back. The cute brunette had a fat pregnant belly and he’d thought of when he had fucked the squealing girl in front of her boyfriend until he had completely filled her. Like Stacey and her man they’d been desperate to repay a debt owning. There had been rumours it wasn’t her boyfriend child and the Boss had wondered what chance it was his.
Now he hoped to repeat the trick with this tanned innocent wench.
“Yeah that’s its Stacey open them legs real wide. Ugh yeah just a little…”
“Ughhhhhhh!”
The Mask pushed her head forward. “Look down bitch, watch it go in.” The tip was opening her lips the black cock looking huge against her white skin.
“Oh, oh, ohhhhhh, “she grunted then squealed The cock head popped into her, pussy lips gripping sucking it inside. “Ooooooooooo!”
The Boss pushed his hips forward and his cock was buried up her to the hilt in moments.
“Ugh yeahhhhh ah, ah, ah!”
Stacey’s butt was bounced up and down off the table as he began to fuck hard and purposefully. The rigid pole hurt as he forcefully rammed up her.
“Ugh, oh shit, aww, aww ugh, ugh, uggh, eieeeehhhhhh!”
She squealed loudly her head flinging back her small hands gripping his shoulders to steady herself.
The Boss was pounding back and forth no time for subtlety wanting to pump his thick wad deep inside her.
“I’m Going to fill you bitch, Ughh! Yeah oh man uggh, ugh uggggggh!”
Stacey’s small frame was shaking as she grunted and gasped; each thrust making her nip her lip in discomfort and sensation. His cock end was nudging against her cervix and she gave an eye popping expression as her dead end was battered with his thick ram.
“Uhhhhhhh!”
His massive chest almost filled her line of vision and she couldn’t help but keep glancing down at the shinny dark skin slipping in and out of her.
“Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh!”
Her flesh slapped against his pelvis the sloppy noise of constant penetration filling the air mixed with his and her grunts. Her pussy was burning the end thumping hard against her deepest end. Her legs were aching so was her back, the masked man still pushing her into the sitting position making her have to grip under her own knees to keep her thighs apart. Only a few hours ago she would have never imagined such humiliation; here on her kitchen table her pussy squelching to a horrid dark mans cock.
His face was twisted and she knew he was about to…”Ooooooooohhhhhh!”
She gave a cock stiffening squeal as his big tip erupted. The mans dick felt like its head had exploded inside her. Her pussy was awash with his come and she felt him ramming the filth into her cervix entrance.
He growled triumphantly as his meat bucked and spat. Two, three, then more shots her pussy instantly becoming as slippery as if he was fucking warm jam. His cock slopped from her hole almost without him needing to withdraw; the end trailing a long strand of thick semen.
Stacey gave a groan of dismay as her lips closed the goo still attached like an umbilical cord to his cock; until finally it snapped and dripped to the floor.
“Oh God! Nooooooooo!” She whined as if she expected her fucking to have finished in a much more sanitized way.
He stood back winding his tired monster back into his pants. “Oh man! I needed to do that!” He groaned as if in explanation to his masked friend.
Stacey finally closed her legs and looked over her shoulder. “Is…is… it you’re turn now?” She asked her eyes pleading for mercy.
The Mask nodded and spoke. “Yes it is young lady and you better do everything I say. Do you understand?” Stacey nodded looking worriedly back to the Boss.
The Asian man then climbed off the table for his bag of tricks. He produced some rope manacles which he gave to the Boss. The black guy helped Stacey from the table ripping her t-shirt from her then her skirt till she stood there naked and embarrassed. She was now totally naked in her daytime kitchen. As he pulled her arms behind her he spoke.
“Once I’ve tied your wrist get on your knees.” Stacey did so the cold tiled floor as uncomfortable as where she had just been pinned.
She started to moan and shake as the Mask produce long lengths of rubber tube from the bag. Some of it appeared to have valves; other bits appeared to be inflatable.
“What’s going on?” She stammered her blonde locks still tightly held in a pony tail her ample butt glowing against the dark floor tiles.
The Boss pushed her neck down so her cheek rested on the cold floor tiles, her ass rising as she knelt. “Oh Stacey let me show you!” Was the sinister reply from the leather clad man as he knelt behind her.
The Mask took a long deep suck of his fat forefinger while his other hand spread Stacey’s butt cheeks. The Boss had her pinned head on the floor as she wiggled and whined.
“Uh what, you’re hurting me… ugh.” Suddenly her eyes widened and she gave a scream as the masked man pressed on her shitter with the tip of his wet forefinger.
“Uhh, ugggh oh, oooooowwwwwwww!”
He slid the wet digit into her ass hole the spittle lubricating the entry only slightly.
“Ooooooohh, awwwwwwww no, no you c… ahhhhhhh!”
His finger bent inside her as he pushed until his clenched fist slapped against her puckered cheeks. “Ugghhhhhh!”
The Boss laughed looking down into her eyes, his hand still around her long neck pressing her down. She squealed as the Mask energetically pumped his finger in and out of her sore butt, spitting onto his emerging digit to make the experience only slightly less sore for the horrified wife. He grunted in satisfaction twisting his finger to widen her canal gloating as he did. “So tight, yeah uh real tight. That’s it baby squeal.”
He increased his jabbing along with an increase in Stacey’s bucking and whining.
“Uh, uh, hmmm yeah can you feel it? Can you? All the way in like a dirty little worm.”
His finger writhed around pressing on her sphincter trying to weaken her tiny little chute.
She gave a gasp of relief as his finger finally pulled out, her ass now red with embarrassment. The man was now fiddling with attachment nearby but she couldn’t see what. The Boss smiled at her as he watched the view she was unable to see.
The Mask had the strange rubber tube device in his hand. It was like a hard rubber golf ball with two tubes running through its middle. On one side they protruded maybe half and inch on the other they snake down into two long rubber pipes. One of these he had attached to the sink faucet head, the other had a valve half way down to pinch it close. That end just hung loose to the floor.
The Mask was smearing the rubber golf ball with KY jelly as the Boss pressed his finger into Stacey’s hot ass hole to get a good inspection himself.
“Awwwwwww, oh stop not agai… aggg!”
The black mans finger thrust inside her and he too gave her a flurry of burning thrusts.
“Hmmmm yeah that is tight, uh, that’ll do just fine.” She was able glance over her shoulder now and she was speechless with horror.
The Mask was bending down pressing the tube ends and the greased ball against her hole. She squealed as he pushed hard her muscles not wanting to part; then like she was doing a huge dump she gave way the ball end popping inside. She grunted as her ass rim snapped back closed with a desperate grip around the two exiting pipes. The ball was now trapped inside her anal canal, and as her muscles tried to push it out, her sphincter remained firmly shut forming an air tight plug inside her.
Stacey’s mind was in overload,” what were they trying to doooooooo!”
The Boss turned the faucet and the tube filled with warm water racing along up to the point where it disappeared inside her ass then…
”Uggh oh, god ugh, ugh no, no, no!!”
Her butt void began to fill with the rushing warm water. Once inside it had no where to go the exit tube had a valve sealing its escape. It could only go deeper and push her flesh wider as her rectum began to accommodate the fluid.
“Oooooohugggh, ugggggh!” Stacey squealed her eyes wide in panic and disbelief. Her gut was been filled and it was so uncomfortable. “Uggggg, no, no more stop, stop!”
The Men were watching intently the tap faucet not fully open just enough for a steady warm flow.
“Take slow deep breaths” Coached the Mask as he examined her butt crack, not a dribble of fluid escaping.
“AGGGGG, no more uggggh!”
She cried desperately writhing on her knees. The hiss of water changed as the faucet began to struggle to pump anymore into her.
“Aggggggggg!”
Stacey was feeling sick her gut bubbling the water so far inside her that progress was getting difficult. The Boss turned off the supply. “That’s enough I think!” He said knowingly realizing her screams were turning from indignity to outright pain.
The two men groped her ass and pussy. Her groin was swollen and her butt cheeks appeared puffed out as her inside struggled to stretch for the watery void. She was moaning her arms aching still bound behind her. She rested her face on the tile keeping her ass high which seemed to relieve some of the discomfort.
The Mask knelt beside her face, pulling down his jogging bottom his cock standing up to attention. He admired his captive. She was slight of frame her waist so small, out to a well curved hips and that fantastic spankable ass.
The two red rubber tubes looked bizarre sprouting from her crack like storks of a buried plant. Her long knelling legs tapered to thin elegant calves and her ponytail head looked up the high cheekbones and pouting thick lips sending a surge of lust through his cock. He groaned in satisfaction; knowing how much water she was now reluctantly containing inside her tight hot ass.
The masked man wasted no more time. He straddled her upturned butt his hands gripping under her groin to widen her thighs. His cock was at her pussy its head rubbing her slit. Her insides would be cramped due to the expanded anal cavity, he knew it would be an “oh so tight fuck.” As the Boss egged him on he pushed inside her pussy; and she squealed much to his delight.
“Agggggg, God, shit uh uhhhhhhh!”
Her pussy would hardly open the walls pressed closed.
“Agggggg!”
His cock was in and sliding up her. Her tummy gurgled as fluid adjusted in her belly and ass.
“Ooooooooo, nnnnnnnnnn!”
He reached as far as he could go his waist slapping against the sprouting ass.
Then he began to pump!
She though she would throw up her insides flexing and gurgling the thrusting not only burning her pussy but massaging her bloated ass. “Uh, ug, ug oh, oh, oh shittttt!” She gasped feeling the man’s hard rod burrowing up her artificially tight hole.
The Mask was loving it. From his doggie position he could see her shoulders and hips quivering. Each fleshy slap of his groin onto her butt made her squeal. And he knew it wasn’t just because his wet head rubbed deep inside; each thrust made her tight sphincter flex with the internal pressure and almost spit the big rubber cork from her.
The Boss turned the faucet again and she screamed as more water tried to fill her. A second later the Mask unclipped the valve on the exit pipe and she felt her muscled begin to squeeze water down the tube out onto the floor.
“Uggggggggg!” She grunted in disgust.
The tiles began to pool with dirty water, but the faucet still ran slowly meaning a continuous current of warm water now rinsed her pounded gut before been emptied onto her kitchen floor. The Mask gripped her waist and fucked harder. Each forward thrust made the exit tube bulge and pump with a momentary increase in water pressure.
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
“Ug, ug God ugh stop, stop ugggggg!” Stacey was been rinsed thoroughly each thrust making her squeal with humiliation and discomfort.
The Mask pulled his cock with some difficulty from her twat. The hole gratefully clamping shut. The two pipes were clipped close again her inside still bloated with fluid and the faucet attachment was removed. The Mask waved his cock over her face as the Boss gripped her shoulders lifting her so she could suck.
The men spoke together. “Is it too much? You need to go don’t you? You need to shit honey, yeah? Empty that cute ass of yours?”
Stacey only half acknowledged them the gurgling water feeling like it was slowly been absorbed into her body. The Mask thrust his cock in her mouth his hand jacking hard on his saggy foreskin length.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah!”
The Boss squeezed her butt and she gave a startled expression and gargled in protest. The Masks cock was filling her gums, pushing against her cheek walls making them bulge. As he fucked her pretty mouth he explained. Once he had shot his load into her throat they would let her go to the john. The clock said almost 3:25 pm.
Stacey needed to go so much, she double her efforts her hot mouth sucking for dear life.
She felt the hot semen hit the back of her throat, the spurts emptying copious amount of white filth down her gullet. She gulped and coughed tasting the hot Asian load, the fluid smearing her pearl white teeth a trail coming from her wide lips as he withdrew in total satisfaction. “Yeahhhhhhhh!”
The Boss gripped her ponytail unfastening the tie so her blonde mane hung free. He pulled her up by it as she yelped her bound hands making it difficult to get to her feet.
The spunk was dripping from her chin onto her freckled chest, her eyes watery and pathetic.
“Get up stairs,” he ordered.
The Mask pushed her along as the Boss followed with the bag of tricks. She walked bow legged her ass swollen and unwieldy. The tubes hung down and as she began to climb the stairs the Asian slapped her butt getting a panicking yelp from Stacey. She felt the pressure on her hole even more now that she was standing and feared the rubber plug would just explode any moment from her ass.
Half way up the stairs the Mask gripped her shoulders. “Just here honey this’ll do.”
She looked confused then felt the two pipes been tugged. The Boss was pulling them taut the rubber plug under pressure to eject.
“Aw oh God no, not here, no please let me ug, ugggg, uggggg!”
The Asian held her firmly laughing the Boss straining to pull. ”No do your toilet here.”
“Uggggg oh no, no, no!” The ball was appearing spreading her ass hole wide the pink skin shinny and sore.
“Awwwwww shit, shit, please not on the… ugggggghhhhhh!” The thing was almost out any seco…
“Aww whosssssshhhhhhh!”
The plug had finally spewed from her ring the water farting out in one torrential ass belch. “PhugggggggttTTTTT!”
Stacey ass released her load in a wailing continuous shit. Her sphincter coughed and spluttered the dirty fluid over the stairs, and down her calves. The revolting sound of escaping air and fluid made her almost retch; the two men cussing as the filthy spray spattered them too.
“Uggh you dirty fucking bitch. You just fucking shit all over us.” They taunted, as Stacey sobbed in horror.
They left the soaking stairs and discarded ass tubes behind as they reached her cute homely bathroom too late for poor Stacey. The room was white tiled with a shower cubicle and ornate free standing bath. The Boss rummaged in the cupboard as his friend rinsed the poor girl down in the cubicle. The black man found what he wanted. He produced a bottle of baby oil.
“Do you smear you’re mans cock with this,” he asked insultingly.” I bet you do honey, give him a slippery hurried wank?”
Stacey glared back. “You’re both fucking filthy sad bastards.” She shouted over the hiss of the cleansing shower.
The men pulled her out, and the Boss towered over her menacingly. “Listen, you fucking bitch how would you like to go through that again? Except this time we’ll force the exit tube down your fucking throat. How would you like to shit into your own mouth?”
Stacey was speechless her body slumping at the shoulders her knees nearly giving way. The image in her head was obscene.
The Boss continued. “We need a little time to get hard again for you; so until then we’ll just have to amuse ourselves with a few little toys.”
The Asian unbound her hands and she looked like she might run. “Don’t be a fucking fool;” he hissed in her ear. “Get in that bath tub and start oiling yourself up.”
She felt the bottle placed in her hand. “Oiling?” She said quietly. “Every little bit of you honey.” He replied. “Get yourself so slippery you’ll look like you’ve been dipped in a vat of it.”
Stacey got into her white central bath after removing her dirty trainers from her feet. The men then knelt either side and watched as she poured the oil over her tits, arms, and shoulders. It ran down her spine to her ass crack. It pooled in the bath and coated her thighs and legs. It covered her painted toes, her neck and down between her sampled slit. The two men began to strip until finally all three of them were naked in the warm afternoon washroom.
Stacey by now looked a golden brown the oil accentuating her tanned body. It glistened as she slipped and slid in the bath tub. The two men had not wasted the opportunity to smear and rub the oil into her soft flesh. The Boss had massaged her tits until the pink nipples stood out firm and aroused her modest domes hard and shiny. The Mask had opened her thighs and with Stacey hopelessly trying to stop him he had squirted the bottle head up her pussy.
She squealed as he pulled her long leg making her slide onto her back. Once again the bottle neck was squirted inside her, this time oiling her sore butt hole thoroughly. Yes Stacey was now a very slippery, slimy girl indeed.
The clock downstairs chimed for the half hour, and the Boss his fat belly now covered in oil reached for the bag. Stacey watched eyes wide as a procession of sex devices was taken out and handed round.
First there was a suction cup and pump, next anal beads then a ribbed monster dildo. Stacey watched innocently as each was inspected unsure of what each was used for. The men wasted no time in beginning to show her.
Stacey could hardly keep herself level as her slippery body rolled around the tub. The men had her knees and they lifted one over either side of the tub her butt lifting of the ground her hands gripping the bath sides to steady herself. Her ass was so oiled up she only began to feel the beads after the first two inch parted globes had been slid up her. The ten plus beads were all the same size on a piece of flexible rod, the Mask slowly twisting it as he skewered her ass.
“Ooohhhhhhhh oh, oh take it slower! Uhhhhhh!” She moaned like a cheap whore her pussy now also coming under attention.
The Boss had placed the clear groin shaped suction cup over her blonde pussy, the oil making a firm grip. The small tube snaked to the hand pump which the Boss began to squeeze, gently but rhythmically. Stacey felt the cup suck hard on her slit the removing air and oil making an air tight fit.
“Uhhhh, what? Why?” She groaned four or more beads in her back hole, her clit been exposed as the suction cup pulled back her oiled clitoral lips.
The Boss continued to hand-pump the device; the oil around her pussy bud visibly bubbling. “You’re going come for us honey, like the good little whore you are!”
Stacey began to moan slowly at first, but steadily building. The suction cup was flexing on her almost bare pussy, the thing making a dirty sucking noise. Her clit was under intense pressure the sensation like tugging and licking all in one. Her pussy canal had been sucked empty of any remaining air and her walls trickled with juice, that too been slowly drawn from her. She bucked as the anal beads now wiggled 6 globes in.
“Oh God!” She though biting her lip, “no further up please, pleaseeeeeee!”
The Mask quizzed her. “Does it feel like it’s in your throat, yes? Good, soon this will feel like a walk in the park.”
Stacey felt the beads been pulled from her, one after another, plop, plop! Finally the last one bust from her sphincter and she gave a satisfied grunt. “Ugg!” She wondered why he had said that. The sensation had been horrendous how worse could it get?
“Open your legs wider,” ordered the Boss. “You’re getting hot aren’t you?”
Stacey pushed her pelvis up looking down in awe at the strange Perspex suction cap. Inside she could see her flesh vibrating the sensations getting stronger and stronger. “Oooooo!” The Boss nodded to his colleague. “Quickly before the little bitch comes, hurry!”
Stacey began to gasp and splutter as the Mask pushed the fat dildo against her ass. The thing was large, like a rubber corn on the cob; but much bigger. The ribbed sides and rounded tip were twisted against her abused ass.
“Uh, oh, oh, oh.oooooohhhhhhh!”
She flung her head back nails biting on the porcelain rim of the bath. She was taking it. “God it must be 3 inches wide how the fuck was it going… ugggggghh!”
Her rim stretched allowing the ribbed edge to bump along up inside her.
“Ugggghh, no, no, uggggh!”
It felt like an arm or a fucking python. But this huge snake wasn’t smooth instead the raised nodules made the penetration more intense. The sensation was ecstasy and pitiless humiliation. Her husband had done this to her! Made her the plaything of two dirty ethnics! The men had her totally dominated her legs wide like a cheap tart. She felt the fat dildo somewhere deep in her rectum amazed at how her body could accommodate it.
It was all too much.
The clit sucker was working overtime, now this monster was busting her ass. She began to cry and moan at the same time. “Oh God ugh, ugh!”
She knew she was coming, “Oh heavens the embarrassment her body giving in.” The dildo was hard inside her as her anal muscles began to spasm. He clit burned and frothed.
“Ugh oh, oh, ugh, no, no, nooooeeeeeeeeeeeeiiiiiieeeeeeeeee!!!”
She convulsed slipping further onto her back. The Mask rammed the rubber cock to the limit her gut twisting. She desperately tried to grip the suction cup to pull it from her.
“Awwwwwwwwww!”
Her ass muscles contracted more, shitting the huge cock almost out of her.
“Oh, oh, noooooo ug, ugg, uuuuuhhhhhhh!”
Stacey came like never before!
She collapsed a quivering wreck in the oily tub her long fingers finally managing to pull the sucker from her swollen bud and slit. “Urrrr thank God!” The two men stood over her satisfied with her performance. She looked up with innocent sexy eyes her face red with exertion.
“You beasts,” she snarled.
The Boss held his fat limp cock over her and then she notice the Mask also had the same stance. She suddenly had a terrible idea what was next.
“Oh no you’re…” She didn’t get time to finish before both men began to urinate over her slim shoulders and firm tits. “Uggghhhhhhh!”
Their piss splashed her face running in streams between her legs. The Boss pulled her hair towards him so he could hose her cute face. The Mask put a foot on the bath lifting him higher so his cock showered her brow down over her high cheek bones to that wide sensuous mouth. In less than a minute they’d fully relieved themselves over the panting, coughing, spluttering housewife.
They only had twenty minutes left with her by the time they’d yet again showered her clean. Stacey didn’t care any more. She’d been deep throated, had her ass filled, then emptied, fucked with strange devices and finally pissed on. How much more humiliation could they do?
In her charming bedroom the Boss had found something. “Put this on,” he demanded as he stood there oil black, naked his belly hanging over his cock. She gave an anguished moan. It was the Basque and stockings from her wedding dress. In his other hand was her delicate banded veil.
She shook her head but the Mask slapped her face. She gave a yelp then quickly began to dress. The men helped her, no time to waste. At last she was on the bed white Basque and stockings, no knickers but with her 3 inch white heeled wedding shoes on. The Boss threw her the veil and finally she was dressed for their fantasy.
The two men climbed onto the bed, the Mask shouting with glee. “I want our fucking bride’s ass first!”
He pushed her down spreading her knees pushing them wide and back to her corseted hips. His cock was at her ass hole nudging her exercise sphincter. She felt him push and she moaned as the fat hairy Asian began to ease up her hot sickly sweet ass. Stacey gripped the sheets her hands rigid in discomfort.
“Oh God, ugggggghhhhhhhh!” Her wedding night had been nothing like this!
Stacey gripped the bed sheets tightly her legs spread, knees bent. The Masks cock was not as thick as the corn type rubber monster he had used before; but she still gave a painful moan as the dark flesh squeezed inside her. The man gripped her corseted waist watching her ass gasp as more and more flesh was buried. She felt very hot around his cock the earlier oiling making him slip more easily in.
He pushed until his hairy base pressed against her tender cheeks. Her face showed the discomfort her lips nipping and eyebrows rising. He made his hip move in a circular motion and watched her butt wobble as if she was sat on the seat of a rickety train carriage. The Mask pushed her knees wider and down making her pelvis rise until her knees almost touched the sheets.
“Ahhhh no, too wide agggg!” She felt like he wanted to snap her like a wish bone.
He began to thrust in and out of her butt, taking long strokes the cock coming almost all the way out before sliding firmly back to the hilt.
“Ug, ug, ug, oh, oh, ugg!” Stacey grunted her arms gripping the bed board behind her head thrusting her bust up. “Oohhhhhhhhh!”
The Boss was enjoying the view. Stacey clad in white wedding Basque and stockings her legs painful wide, her ass taking the Asians cock with a dirty rutting noise.
Phlut! Phlut, Phlut!
“The dirty bitch loves it!” He announced watching her act so obediently.
Stacey moaned shaking her head.” No, no, no!” She thought over and over. Her ass was burning but the sensation was easing a little, only the sickening nudge of his head too far in causing her real discomfort. “Ugggg!”
The Boss knelt on the bed pulling at the Masks shoulder. “My turn.” He ordered. Stacey gasped with relief as the cock popped from her hole. She was ordered onto her knees the Boss groping her fleshy butt as he pulled her into position.
“That’s it like an obedient dog, bend over more honey.”
She yelped as his cock slid back into the slimy shit hole. He began to fuck her fast and hard his grunting almost as loud as her wails.
“Ugh, ugh aww eieeeee, eieeeeeeeeee!”
The bed was shaking as was Stacey her thighs quivering her hair now loose bouncing over her face like some wild woman.
Her shoulder thrust forward with each deep ramming her mouth coughing spittle. He wanted her to scream, to pass out or collapses anything to show she’d never been taken like this before.
“Aaaaaaaawwwwwwww Godddd nnnnnnnnnnooooooooo!!!”
Stacey began to convulse with horror a long wailing plea from her mouth, her claws tearing the pillows. “Agggggggggggggggg!!!!!!!”
The Boss satisfied she had experienced his fiercest ramming withdrew with another long moan from her. “Urrrrrrrrrrrrr!”
The Mask was pulling her hands to the metal bed board and he began to tie them with cord so they were firmly bound together and around the central column.
“Ug no, don’t I’m not resisting.” She cried feeling a little more dominated now she was unable to get out of the doggie position.
The Boss told her to “sshhhhh” as he examined the bonds. “We’ve nearly finished now honey you’ve been a good girl, so helpful.”
Stacey could feel her cheeks been spread again finger pressing into her ass.
“Aggggg what?”
The Mask was smearing more lube over her hole his fingers slipping in and out with impunity stretching her tight muscle ring. The Boss put his hand over her mouth pressing hard.
“Now steady Stacey, it’s important you don’t resist!” Her eyes show confusion yet an awful realisation that she just didn’t want to know what was next.
She felt a cone of greased fingers at her anus. The Asiansa hand trying to prise her open, then push further in.
Her muffled screams filled the house as the Boss pinned her bucking shoulder and hips with his other arm. The Mask was pushing his hand up her ass. The pressure extreme the pain and burning making her almost feint.
“No, no, noooooo!” She was frantic but held in place by dominating muscled arms, hand stopping her voice only her mind screaming.
The Asian was twisting his wrist his teeth gritted at the same time reassuring his sexy slave.
“Take it easy babe ugggg, that’s it agggg yes, yes ohhhhhhh yessssssssssss!”
She felt his slippery hand pass the widest point her muscle closing back still massively wide around his hairy wrist. The Boss took his hand from her mouth.
“Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!!”
The hand was enormous inside her anal void. As he twisted it she felt like shitting, screaming and throwing up all in one.
“Uuuuuuuuuuuukkkkkkkkk!”
He rubbed it back and forth ever so gently and she groaned her eyes welling, her mouth quivering. The Mask groaned himself feeling her hot wet inside seeing her spine arch as he flexed. “Oh Stacey you dirty little bitch, mmmmmmm!”
She struggled to move her hips, her legs needing to keep so wide not to put any more pressure on her over full rectum. The Boss was lifting one leg and she gasped as both men began to turn her on her side. Her hands couldn’t move so she found it difficult. The Boss was climbing under her instructing her to straddle him, till finally he was on his back fat belly like a dome with Stacey straddling his waist. Her hands were still stretch above his head the Asian man kneeling behind her his hand up her shitter to the wrist.
“Baby you’re my little fuck puppet!” he teased his hand in sensual heaven.
The Boss was pushing his cock towards her pussy, then into it.
“Agggggg!”
She began to ride down on his cock the penetration made much harder than before with her ass full to busting with a fist enema.
“Ugh, ugh, ugh!”
As she gasped and rode the Mask was slowly pumping more and more, her anal tract widening under protest.
“Ugh, ugh, ugh!”
The Boss stared into her innocent eyes. “Oh baby I can feel his hand its so deep ugh, mnnnnn, mnnnnn oh ride it baby faster com’n your husband will be back soon!”
She was sweating and moaning her eyes shut the feeling in her ass turning numb. The big black cock felt like a pole on which she’d been skewered and she was sure they were doing her damage inside.
She gave a pitiful moan to no one in particular. “Oh God why me? Ugggggg!”
“Clunk!”
The Boss heard the front door go and with the speed of a Panther he rolled from the bed reaching for his jacket. He pulled his pistol from the inside pocket and darted down stairs. The Mask and Stacey froze in mid pump her hair now a bedraggled mess over her cute nose.
In the hall Stacey’s husband froze. In front of him was the big fat black guy totally naked covered in sweat. In his hand was a silver automatic pointing straight at him. In his other hand was his long crooked cock still rigid; the foreskin taut and pulled back pointing skywards.
“I fucking told you 4 o’clock!” The Boss hissed.
Upstairs the Mask heard who it was so did Stacey and she cried out his name in desperation. The Mask slapped her ass with his free hand and began to fist harder and harder making Stacey plead. “Oh no too fast, stop, stop, uh, uh, aw, aw, aww nooooooo!”
Downstairs her husband quivered haering the writhing upstairs, “Aw Jesus! What’s happening?” The Boss grinned now quite happy he had returned to see the final act. “That;” he said triumphantly,” is the sound of you’re skinny bitch wife taking a hand up her ass!”
The Boss pushed Stacey’s husband up the damp stairs closer to the obscene sounds. He could hear his wife grunting and gagging, her pleas going unheeded. Also there was a slopping sound of flesh been plugged and he knew all too well that the Boss was telling him the truth. As he entered the bedroom he nearly threw up. His gorgeous wife was on her hands and knees, her wedding white stockings and basque covered in an oily mess. His eyes took seconds to believe the scene.
Her head was on the pillow as she bit into it, her hands tied to the bed board. Her waist curved out and up to her peach ass and he groaned at the view. A man he’d never seen before dressed only in a crazy zipper face mask had his hand wrist deep in her anus. The slopping, farting noise was air and oil escaping from Stacey as he made rapid thrusts in and out of her. The hole was so wide he almost thought she would split in two, the noises from Stacey appearing to agree with his concerns.
“Awwwwwoooooooo, ug, ug, ug, eieeeeeeee!”
Each time the Mask withdrew the oily hand she squealed as her ass began to close belching air; only for him to ram back in again making her give a deep grunt, “uhhhhhh!”
The Boss pushed her husband to the side of the bed as he struggled back. He didn’t want to get any closer he wanted no part of this. If he could just close his eyes maybe it would all go away. The Boss re-holstered the pistol in his jacket looking back at the man.
“Don’t even think of trying to draw this,” he warned, leaving the weapon in easy reach of the man. “Or you’ll be wearing it out of your ass.” Her husband just looked dumbfounded he wouldn’t know how to take the safety off, let alone fire one accurately. He nodded slowly still trying not to look at his wife.
Stacey let out an enormous scream. It was getting far too painful for her.
“Jeezzzzzzzzzz stop awwwwwweeeeeiiiiie!”
The Mask twisted his wrist and pulled his hand free with a sickening pop. Stacey screamed again her ass hole not closing fully, but instead remaining slightly gaping; a black wet hole the muscles needing time to regain their strength.
She looked up at her husband.
“Oh you bastard! You stupid bas… They’ve; they’ve…” She couldn’t even begin to explain to him the servicing she’d had.
The Mask was untying her wrists, his hairy torso almost as black as his colleagues, the sweat now dried and caked on him. He examined her seeping ass hole with his fingers.
“Yep that should do it, “he said knowingly.
The Boss was stroking his cock again, climbing onto the bed.
“I’ve already spunked up her pussy,” he explained to the pathetic man watching near by.” Yeah filled your wife to the brim.”
Both the Boss and Mask began to twist the exhausted girl into the position they wanted, moving her hips lifting her stocking legs; her wedding dress heels dragging at the bedclothes.
“Now we’re going to finish the prim bitch in that plump cute ass of hers.”
The Mask was on his back legs over the edge of the bed. Stacey was been lifted onto his cock facing away from him towards her husband. The man winched as he saw Stacey, long legs ever so wide sitting down onto the Asians prick. She shuddered as the rod bent up into her ass. He reached round to grip her tits tugging her back, and she gave a surprised expression as she was made to lean back the cock in her anus appearing between her raised thighs.
“Uhhhhhhhh!”
The Boss now stood between her legs, lifting her knees so she balanced on the belly of the Asian. He began to angle his hungry monster at the same filled ass as the blonde protested.
“Oh uh I don’t no ugg, uggggggghhhhhhhhh!” Her husband put a hand over his mouth. I couldn’t be possible! Stacey screamed and arched her back the Boss using his hands to force the issue until final he could ease himself in along side his friend.
She was taking two cocks up her ass!
The two fleshy tubes different shades of black sliding against each other, Stacey’s legs and hips lifted so high her husband could see under the Boss’s swinging balls to her private cute plugged by two men at the same time.
“Uggh, uggh, uhhhh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhhhhhhh!”
Stacey rocked up and down the Masks body while he gripped inside her basque to twist her tits hungrily. Both men were grunting with pleasure the void so tight, but slippery as well. The Boss groaned with satisfaction seeing Stacey’s face knowing her husband could see and hear every disgusting detail. Both cocks rubbed against her walls, her sphincter now stretched like a pouting mouth.
“Ooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”
The two men were bucking and ramming trying to gain an inch on each others cocks. As they both pushed in she felt her gut twist and spasm, tits sore, mouth dry.
“Ugh, ugh no more please uggggggggh!”
She wrapped her long legs around the Bosses wide hips and ass, bucking herself as he pumped home. The Boss raised his hips punching his cock up inside, making her ass lift.
“Ugghhhhhhh!”
The ramming was making Stacey feel feint her head lolled from side to side as her moaning became more distant. The Boss was holding her under her knees looking down at his penetration.
“Fucking dirty bitch is taking them both ugh, all ugh, the way in, ugg!”
He began to rip her stocking from her legs, then pulling her heels off. The Mask unfastened the Basque till finally she was the naked oily skinned babe again. He pulled her legs together making her moan in discomfort her butt cheeks pressing closer together. His mouth began to suck on her delicate toes his hands caressing her calves. The Mask was pinching her cheeks making her look to the corner off the room were her husband stood horrified.
The Boss withdrew his cock allowing the Mask to bounce forcefully up and down.
“Ugh, ugh, ugghhhh yeahhh! Uuukkkkkkkkkk!”
He came, a hot torrent in her his zipper mouth smiling as Stacey just gobbled air like a fish out of water.
He was tense for a few seconds them began to rant. “Get off me you fucking whore.” He snapped rolling her onto her front a white trail emerging from her none too tight anus.
The Boss was back on her pulling her up onto her hands and knees, burying back in with menace.
“Yeah, uh, uh, uh, take it, take it ugggggghhhhhhhhh!”
Stacey watched her husband standing directly ahead as the big man mounted her ass again. She felt his tool erupt coating her sore flesh with a mixture of runny and chunky semen.
“Uggggggghhhhhhh yeah ahhh, ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!”
To her husband’s relief the hour was almost up.
The Boss began to dress satisfied with his hours work. As he put on his clothes he watched the Mask perform one final humiliation. He had a rubber ball the size of an orange. As he pinned Stacey’s neck down he pressed the grease globe against her loose ass hole. She squealed and her husband protested but to no avail.
With a despairing, suicidal scream from Stacey the thing popped inside her cavity, her void swallowing the sphere almost completely. Only a slight orange color could be seen gaping from her ass rim. She writhed around her nails touching the slippery surface but unable to get a grip.
“Aggg ugg get it out ugggggggg!”
The Mask pulled on his shorts and both men headed for the front door.
“She’s all yours,” they joked to the frantic husband as he tried to help his stuffed wife.
“If you get your fingers in far enough I’m sure you can pull it out!”

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A New Bride

A new bride and fifth wife of an arranged marriage, Desiree learns what it means to be a proper wife.

The Clock Master part 3

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The Toy, The Theatre

These are two short stories i wrote when on a bus, sorry about the length but they arent meant as proper long sex stories only as quick reads. Enjoy

Mom Regrets Me *-* I Fuck Her

*I enjoy writing just as much as I do reading. So I will propose this… If any of you enjoy this
certain story and would wish me to write another one, then write me a story for me to read. And then
I will write another one. The story you write doesn’t need to be long. Something like a short story.
Something you might spend like 30 minutes on. After you write your short story, request the plot for
the next story and I’ll write it. It may seem stupid, but I do this because it gets the audience to
write a bit and go back and forth with story teller.
–This is complete fiction and fantasy. Not real events.–
When I was 17, times were tough. I had grown up in poverty as an only child. My father was a
horrible fucking bastard. He was a drunk fucker who didn’t give a shit about his family or what
happened to them. He was rarely home, and I preferred it that way because I knew that if he was
home, he would either be beating on me or my mom. My mom wasn’t very innocent either. She didn’t do
anything about the abuse. She just let it happen to both me and her. Either she didn’t care or she
liked it. She was a drug addict by day and a whore by night. All throughout the day, I would often
see my mom, shooting up, popping a pill, or smoking something. I didn’t know what she was doing and
I didn’t want to know. Most of her day consisted of doing a variety of drugs on the couch. I would
sit in the living room with her and watch TV. Sometimes I couldn’t stand to watch her ingest drug
after drug, so I would often retreat to the kitchen, where I spent most of my time. At night, I
would be in my room with the door locked. Every night. I didn’t know everything that happened in the
house at night, but I knew enough to know that it would be safer for me to stay in my room. I would
hear the front door open and close all night. People leaving and coming constantly. Through the door
of my room, I could hear the dull thumping on the wall pierced by my moms pathetic groans and
screams. I was disgusted with my life. I was disgusted with everything happening around me. I had
overflowing anger, but more importantly, I had an abundance of lust.
As much of a whore my mom was, there was no denying her beauty. She was gifted with a natural beauty
that no amount of drugs could seem to diminish. She was about 5 foot 7 with black hair and green
eyes. She had a perfectly plump ass and electrifying thighs. Her tits seemed to defy gravity due to
their sheer size and perkiness. They were huge, but still perfectly shaped. I had no shortage of
moments in which I saw my mom naked. It was actually a common occurence. Sometimes, she would be
completely naked on the couch just smoking and watching TV. She rarely spoke to me anyway, so what
reason did she have to be embarrased if I saw her naked? Her face, with the exception of her
expression, was of an angel and was so effortlessly beautiful. The reason I said “with the exception
of her expression”, is because her eye lids were always half-way closed. Her eyes were almost always
bloodshot, and she often had dark bags underneath her eyes. Most of the money she made went straight
into food, or make-up or anything that would counter-act he drug use. She ate constantly throughout
the day and I could hear her puking in the bathroom every night. She needed to keep the illusion of
youth, or business would be bad.
Angry and horny. Those were the emotions I felt all the time. I was always angry at my dad and my
mom. And I was constantly horny. The days in which I saw my mom naked didn’t help either. I was
living a pathetic existance and I was sick of it. I wasn’t an innocent child anymore. I knew my mom
was a pathetic crack whore. And I knew how much she regretted me. There wasn’t much I could do
except hide in my room. All I did in my room was think, so it’s no surprise that one day I came up
with the idea to rape my mom. It was a logical decision. I hated my mom because she hated me. And I
was a horny as fuck. It was as simple as that. One might look back at this and admit that it was a
bad choice and they regret it. But I would do no such thing. My mom deserved everything that she got
and I plan to tell you exactly what I did to her.
As I sat in my bad, I created my plans. My moms schedule was like clockwork.
– Lay on the couch naked, covered with dried jizz from the night before and in a drug induced coma
all morning until the afternoon.
– Eat and smoke and watch TV until the evening.
– And whore herself out to dozens of men all night.
It was so perfect, I had to make almost no preperations or precautions. I would wake up early, (6
am), and venture into the living room. On the couch I would find my naked and unconsious mother. She
would no wake up until at least 12. I had 6 hours to do anything I wanted to this slut and I had
never been more excited.
Still in my bed, I grabbed my water bottle and drank a generous amount of water. This would help me
wake up early enough to carry out the plans. Drinking all that water turned out to be a waste of
time because I couldn’t go to sleep anyway. My mind was like a tornado and there was no possible way
I could sleep. So many angry thoughts and sexual visions ran through my head. My cock was pulsating
all night. Twitching, and leaking. Aggravated that it could not release. The sexual tension grew
exponentially all through out the night, and by the time it was 6 am, I was extremely anxious. I had
an insatiable sexual desire and a burning rage within me. I was going to get revenge on that dirty
fucking whore that gave birth to me. I cringed at the thought of me coming out of the pussy of a
peice of shit person like that. At some moments I even thought of killing her, but I figured she
should have to suffer by living the rest of her life this way.
I got out of bed and removed all clothing. I would have no need for them for the next 6 hours. I
walked into my bathroom and looked into the mirror. In the reflection, I saw a man of strength and
passion. Not a boy. My face was flush with anticipation and my cock was rock hard. I walked to my
mom’s room with a single dastardly purpose. I yanked open the top drawer of her dresser. I knew that
this was the drawer where she kept her work supplies, (AKA sex toys). I had rumagged through the
drawer once before but it seemed she had made some additions to her collection. One such addition
was an enourmas 12 inch black dildo. It was a pleasant surprise and I got an evil spark in my eye. I
grabbed her newest toy, and some lube from the drawer. I then went to the kitchen to get a few
common household items for the fun I was about to have.
With my supplies in hand, I entered the living room and found a very similar sight. My mom was on
all fours, with her face down and ass up. Her head had been shoved fairly deep into the couch
cushions and you could only see half of her head. The last guy to fuck her in this position must
have left her this way after she probably blacked out while they were fucking. Her hair was covered
with dried cum and clumped together in bundles. Her pussy, (which was clearly visible in that
position), looked raw and red and was still moist. I stuck my finger in her pussy and felt around.
It was extremely warm and wet. A trail of cum followed behind my finger as I removed it from her
body. Her asshole looked somewhat distored. I squirted out a generous amount of lube and spread open
her pink asshole to investigate. I could see something. I shoved four fingers in and attempted to
grip the object. I grabbed hold and carefully began to pull my fingers out of her ass. As the tip of
my fingers reached the rim of her asshole, I could see what the object was. It was one of her
smaller 6 inch dildos. I knew my mom was classy, but wow! I wiped my hands and turned my attention
to her head. I grabbed her head by a wad of hair, and I yanked the head out of the depths of the
couch cushions. Her mouth was wide open, drool was dripping from one corner, and her face had red
pressure marks from the texture of the cushions. All I could do was smile in anticipation. I let go
of her hair and let her head fall back down on the couch. I then violently grabbed her hair again
with my left hand and and grabbed her ass with my right hand. Fingers on my right hand were inside
both her asshole and her cunt so I had a good grip. I jerked her body up and off the couch. Still
holding her in the same position, I went into the bathroom and stood over the tub. I began to swing
her body slightly, and then let go. Her lifeless naked body hit the edge of the tub and slid down
the side into the bottom of the tub. The tiny toss would most likely leave her with some bruises. I
looked down on my lifeless mother’s body with a satisfactory grin. She looked so helpless. I turned
the knobs and water began to rush from the tub’s spout and onto the sexy hunk of flesh that was my
mom. I let the tub fill halfway, then I began to clean up my little whore mother. I washed her hair,
her cunt, and her asshole. Even dirty girls have to get clean, do they not? The bath felt like a
ritualistic preperation for the ceramony that was about to occur. I drained the tub and grabbed my
mom with both hands underneath her armpits. Her slick, squeeky clean skin felt great on mine. Pangs
of horniness shot through my cock and I couldn’t wait much longer. I carried her back to the living
room with her legs dragging on the floor. I threw her onto the couch in a sitting position. Her legs
were splayed out in a “V” shape and her head leaned back over the back of the couch. I jumped onto
my mom and straddled her limp body. I grabbed her head and tilted it towards me so I could see her
face.
“I’m gonna be your favorite customer, mom.”, I said with glowing eyes and a small grin. I pushed her
still damp hair out of her face and behind her head. I leaned back still holding her left cheek in
my left hand. I removed my right hand and pulled it back. With great force, I released my hand and
allowed to it collide with my mom’s right cheek. It produced a loud snapping noise, and her head
flung to the left. I then grabbed her head with both hands again and re-adjusted her head. I put it
upright so it was facing me. I stood up, still stradling my mom’s body and grabbed my cock with my
right hand. I instinctively wrenched another wad of hair on her head with my left hand. With her
scalp in the tight grip of my left hand, I manuevered her head to come closer to my cock.
“You regret giving birth to me, now you’ll regret having your son fuck your mouth.”
I thrusted my cock into her open mouth and began to explore her insides. I immidiately buried my
entire cock into her throat. Her top teeth were resting at the base of my penis and I could feel the
hard ribs of her esophagus surround my cock. I violently fucked my moms throat for quite some time.
All the while, I could hear gurgling and sloshing noises from deep inside my mom’s throat.
“You’re going to have a sore throat tommorow mom. I’ll have to run down to the store and grab some
advil for you.”
I removed my cock from her mouth and release her hair. Her head fell back to the couch and then
tilted over to the left. She was still producing deep gurgling noises out of her gaping mouth. She
must be choking on my pre-cum. I reach down with my right hand and grabbed her tit. I carressed it
and massaged it, exploring every bit of this large sexual object. The skin was extremely smooth and
warm. I rubbed her nipple and occasionally pinched the thin peiece of flesh with my finger. I
squeezed and kneaded her nipple with my fingers until it was red. Her nipples began to become hard.
Even in her unconsious state, her body was reacting to me and I was again becoming engulfed in
sexual desire. I grabbed her body by the shoulders and pulled her towards me. At the same time, I
backed away and allowed her to thump into the ground. The collision had sent a shockwave through her
plump ass which then sent shockwaves through my cock. I positioned her with her face smushed into
the ground and her ass up in the air. A position similar to the one I had found her in this morning.
My sexual desire had grown so much, that I felt like I needed to beat my cock into orgasm. (Or in my
case, an unconsious lump of flesh to beat up with my cock.)
Without applying any lube, I slowly manuveured my cock towards her pink asshole until the tip was
resting at the entrance almost like giving it a gentle kiss. I slowly, but forcibly, jammed my cock
into her asshole. Normally, in a case like this with no lube, the flimsy cock wouldn’t be able to
break through the asshole and would eventually bend. But my cock was as hard as stone this day and
it was no problem getting it into her ass. It was like inserting a rigid stick into her ass. My cock
didn’t flinch as it penetrated deeper and deeper into my mom’s asshole. The sensation was just what
my cock needed. An extremely rough entrance with a tight fit. So tight, sometimes it felt like my
cock was being strangled. If her unconsious ass would have decided to flex of twitch, it might have
crushed my cock. My whole cock was inside her ass and loving every minute of it. I eventually
managed to squeeze some lube into her hole. I was now rapidly fucking my mom’s ass, occasionally
pounding hard into her insides when I came back down. As I fucked her ass, I leaned forward over her
back and reached down and under her body to grab her tits. I squeezed both gigantic tits with my
hands. I could barely contain her tits in my hands. Mounds of flesh on her tits overflowed over my
hand. I could feel her tits ripple and shake everytime I pounded my hard cock into the tight
asshole. I was coming to the point of orgasm. I quickly exited my mom’s ass and flipped her body
over so that I could see her face. I got closer to her face and grabbed her head by the scalp again.
I directed my cock right in front of her face and let wave after wave of cum stream from the tip of
my pulsating cock onto the face of my mom. Each burst of cum was like a wave of ecstasy crashing all
over my body and concentrated on my cock. It was the largest load I had ever blown and the first
load I had blown on my mom’s fucking face. I dropped her head and heard a loud thump as it hit the
hard floor. My thick cum was drooping down her face. Some cum had reached her right eye and was
sticking to her eyelashes. Even after that enormous release of sexual energy, my cock had not
reduced in size. It was actually still as hard as it was before and now almost purple. My cock was
pulsating with dull pain which could only be alleviated by cumming. I grabbed my mom’s legs and
pulled her accross the floor a little bit to straighten her body out. I then grabbed her arm and
flung it back over to the correct side of her body. She was now laying on her back her her arms at
her sides and her face facing straight up. I walked up to her face and squatted down. I put my cock
in her mouth and just let it sit there. I loved the feeling of having my cock just sitting inside my
mom’s throat. Still straddling over my mom’s face with my cock in her mouth, I squatted down further
and applied even more pressure to the back of my mom’s throat. Early, I thought I had already
reached the maximum distance in her throat, but I was wrong. Her teeth were already resting on the
base of my cock, but were slowly moving farther down on the base of my cock each time I applied more
pressure. Eventually almost my entire body wait was sitting on my mom’s face with my cock
penetrating her digestive tract. Were my mom consious, she would most certainly be gargling on her
own spit and gagging and drowning on my huge cock. The sensation of pressure on my cock so deep in
her throat was enough to send me into another orgasm. I pumped globs of my cum deep into my mom’s
stomach. As I continued to leak my cum into my mom’s mouth, she began to violently cough, and
gargle. Her chest was violently moving back and forth desperately trying prevent drowing. Even her
unconsious body knew that a foreign object shouldn’t be that far inside a throat. I pulled my cock
from her mouth and got off of her face. I stood back and watched as she coughed up drops of cum from
her throat which landed on her chest. It appeared no amount of sexual pleasure could reduce the
intensity of my desire and my horniness. I needed more. And I needed to give my dirty fucking slut
of a mom more too. I grabbed both of her legs and pushed them up into the air and then back so that
her feet her next to her head. I scooted up on the floor pinned her legs in that position by gently
sitting on them. With my free hands, I reached over the to table beside me and grabbed a roll of
duct tape that I had found earlier. I severed two long pieces of tape from the roll, then turned my
back back to face my mom. Still pinning her legs in that position under the weight of my body, I
grabbed a big wad of hair with my left hand and and wrapped one end of the piece of tape around it.
I then wrapped the other end of the tape around her left foot. The duct tape held and I was able to
remove my hands from her left leg. The entire weight of her waist and leg was being supported by a
wad of hair. I did the same for the other side of her body. She was laying on her back on the floor
with her legs pulled up and over so that her legs are right beside her face. Both legs were being
supported by two different wads of hair connected to duct tape. Her cunt was perfectly visible and
accessable in the position. I hooked four fingers into her cunt and one in her ass and pulled her
over towards me. On my knees, I directed my cock towards her cunt and buried it inside with a
single, forceful thrust. It was warm, wet and tight. Her unconsious pussy muscles were milking my
cock while I fucked her. I didn’t cum inside her pussy though. I refrained from reaching another
orgasm so that I could have even more fun. I left her in the same position I had put her in and
grabbed the 12 inch black dildo. I rubbed lube on it and teased the opening oh her asshole with it.
I swirled it around a few times before plunging into her tight pink hole. I inserted it about 6
inches before I thrust it back and forth in her ass, but that wasn’t far enough. I stopped thrusting
the dildo and began to push it deeper and deeper into the her hole. It got progressively harder to
push. I was eventually pushing so hard that I had to hold her waist with one hand so I didn’t push
her entire body accross the floor instead of the dildo. Soon, I could only see 2 inches of the dildo
sticking out of her ass. I continued pushing until it got the the very end. I pushed with one finger
and watched as it slowly dissapeared completely into her ass. My mom now had a 1 foot dildo inside
of her. I stood over her a bit to admire my work. I fucked her pussy once more and then came on her
face again. Her face was now almost entirely covered in my cum and hair. I got more duct tape and
taped over her asshole many times over. I then duct taped her mouth shut, wrapped duct tape around
her head covering her eyes and attached more tape to her head and feet to further strengthen the
position. I smacked her thighs a few more times, sending sexy ripples through her thighs and ass and
leaving red marks. I put on some clothes, gathered up my few belongings and left the house. I never
went back to that house. I always wondered what her reaction was when she finally woke up. I’ve said
many times that I would have paid a million bucks to watch her wake up and try to figure out what
happened to her. But the fact that I did was enough for me. I lived with a friend until we graduated
high school. I got accepted to a local community college and ended up being a carpenter and a
fabricator. My life is just fine, and I often think about my mom. I know that if she hasn’t already
died yet, she’ll still be in that house living that pathetic, miserable life.

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Pussy Whipping Deanna

A young woman’s desire to be a sex slave and her burning desire to experience pussy whipping and the ogasm she thinks it will bring

Caras twisted revenge in her family (Prologue)

This is kind of a prologue to the first story. A lot of you guys messages me saying you wanted to know how she knew Dodge and how the plan came together so this is a bit of that. Next chapter up in a few days. As always message me telling me what you want too see happen to this twisted bitch

The story of Zachary Alexander

~~~~~~~~THIS STORY CONTAINS VIOLENCE TO A MINOR. AND RAPE TO A MINOR. KEEP IN MIND THAT THIS IS A STORY AND BASED ON NO KNOWLEDGABLE EVENTS. IF YOU DO NOT WISH TO READ THIS THEN DO NOT. HOWEVER THERE ARE OTHERS THAT DO WISH TO READ THIS SO PLEASE DONT BE A SPOIL SORT AND “REPORT” THIS. ONCE AGAIN THIS STORY IS BASED ON NO KNOWLEDGABLE EVENTS.~~~~~~~~
I watched as they slowly lowered her lithe body to the ground, the concrete digging into her little nipples. Her hair was in a tangled mess. Bruises covered her tiny body. She couldn’t of been more than ten years old. And she lay broken on the ground as the men jacked their big dicks off around her. As if they hadn’t done enough to her already. Blood and semen dripped from her used vagina. One of the men, a big muscled one, bent down and wrapped his thick arm around the girls waist and shoved his dick into her ravaged vagina. I gasped aloud, my eyes going wide as he started bucking against her now seemingly dead body. I watched as another big male got in front of the girl and grabbed her by the hair, pulling her head up and shoving his dick into her mouth. The last male stood to the side of her body and pinched her nipples with one hand and his other going to her vagina and rubbing her clitoris as if trying to bring her pleasure.
I finally came out of my trance and screamed, and all their eyes lifted to see me standing there terrified. I stood stock still as they all pulled out of her poor ravaged body and stood to their full heights buttoning their pants in the process.
Calm down and breath. Deep breathe. In and out. In and out.
The biggest man took a step towards me and I bolted back the way I had came. I listened to their heavy foot steps pounding against the concrete. It almost sounded the exact same way to the way they pounded against her vagina.
Its ok. You’re almost away. Just a couple more feet and you will be out of this desolate alley. Why I chose this way in the beginning I don’t know. I just wanted to get home faster. And this alley is the fastest route home. But why did I have to be curious and see what the sound was? Why didn’t I just turn around and go back? Because I’m stupid and let my curiousity get the best of me.
“You fucking bitch!” One of the men screamed at me before tackling me to the cold hard floor. The other two quickly coming around to hold my writhing body down as – what seemed to me – the leader (the one who had tackled me) sat on my chest and held my wrists in his wrists.
“Please, don’t hurt me. I won’t tell anyone, I promise!” I begged.
“Yeah, so did the little slut back there.” The leader replied.
I started screaming for help as the other two men tore my pants of, taking my white briefs with them. I started crying as the leader took my wrists in one hand and then shoved my briefs in my mouth.
He got of my and took my backpack that I had forgotten about and started digging through it. “Make any move and I’ll slice your pretty little nech,” one of the men said as the other held my arms tight.
“Well well well. Would you look at this,” the leader said. “Our little boy here is named Zachary Alexander. What a cute name for a cute boy,” he taunted. “Oh! And guess what. He was born in 1998. That would make you…”
“15.” I whimpered.
“What a coincedence. Right guys? I like little boys. Especially the ones that have no experience whatsoever. The ones that act all scared, but deep down they enjoy the pounding deep in their ass. The way they have no control over what happens to them.” He smiled a little and laughed. “You whimper like a little girl. You even look like a little girl. I think I shall keep you. Yes, I will keep you to myself. I wont even degrade you here on this alley floor.”He scoffed. “I wont even let these idiots fuck your ass. No I will keep you and fuck you and do everything and anything to you.” He stopped and looked at me whimpering in the arms of his goons. “Do you know why I can do anything to you?” He asked. I shook my head in response. “I can do anything to you because now I own you. I own your body. I tell you when to piss or shit. I tell you when to cum. I tell you when to finger your asshole and if I wanted I could make you eat your own shit right off my dick after I fuck your tight boy pussy.”
He stared at his men for a moment before he motioned one of them over to him. They spoke in low tones before the man ran off, his feet pounding againg the ground once again reminding me of the pounding the little girl took, and soon the pounding I would have to take.
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Dallas Kidnapping

Amanda slaps a man in defense of her innocent friend, but some men think they need to be put in their place.

Catle busenstien – tale 2

“Hi could you write about a couple I know? The wife is called Janelle. She is 40, kind of tall (5 ft 10 inches), still very attractive, short blonde hair, 38D breasts 30 waist 38 hips. She is strong willed, a nurse. She loves sex although she is devoted to her husband she misses the days when she was free to fuck as she pleased.
The husband is Kevin. He is 42, 6 foot 2 inches, wears a beard, and has dark brown hair, with some streaks of grey showing. He is heavyset, overweight. He is not well-endowed, having a 5.5 inch cock. He is thoughtful, kind, and a little kinky, loves his wife dearly and has no clue that she doesn’t feel 100% satisfied with their sex life.” An E-mailed reader’s request.
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Janelle had been getting steadily more bored, their holiday was running out of steam. Her husband had convinced her to come all this way for the scenery and to be together. However in the last three days he’d spent all his time milling around this excavation site. They had met a group of archaeologist’s earlier that week and had been convinced to visit their site deep in the hills of Transylvania.
The Romans had come just about as far as this before giving up and the border fort their new friends had found was well preserved just under the soil. Her husband had found the digging and shifting of dirt fascinating, Janelle unfortunately had not. The only real plus point for Janelle was that the tented encampment had a bbq every night; and she rather enjoyed the company of the younger students and academics.
That evening, she sat slightly worse for wear, drink the only thing readily available on the meagre site. And tonight to her annoyance the group had a new visitor and Janelle felt a little put out. Even her husband had fawned over the blonde woman who had kindly dropped off supplies. And now this new visitor sat with them laughing and fluttering her eyelids; some of the younger men around her like puppy dogs.
Seeing Janelle on her own Lady Busenstien came over to introduce herself. The younger woman was very polite saying how lucky Janelle was to be here with all these men. Janelle laughed and invited her to sit feeling that maybe she shouldn’t be so shallow. They struck up a conversation Kristen Busenstien explaining her village was the only one within 100 miles and she felt sorry for the poor dears out here with no where to re-supply.
Janelle thought how kind she had been, not snooty even though her aristocratic title would suggest it. Kevin who had paid little attention to his wife that evening came over to get in the conversation as well. Janelle felt the anger building again; already aware of how her husbands eyes had popped from his head when the black clad beauty had sauntered in earlier. As the drink flowed Janelle got more and more annoyed until finally she stood up and stormed off.
In her tent she felt foolish and embarrassed.
There was a person behind her.
“I hope it’s nothing I’ve done?” Whispered a sweet German voice.
Janelle turned to see Lady B. “Oh no, no it’s not your fault, just my husband he a typical man.”
Kristen smiled a knowing smile, “oh mm yes.” Then put her finger to her mouth as if thinking. “Why don’t you come back with me tonight, give him something to think about.”
Janelle thought for a second. “No I couldn’t.”
But the blonde beauty insisted.
“Ja, sure you can its only 50 miles. I’ll send the car back here to pick him up in the morning. Leave him a note. You’d love my home.”
She felt unsure. Kristen continued “You can both continue your holiday with me.”
Janelle finally nodded. “Yes why not, com’n let him stew for the night,” and she searched for a pen.
Janelle took a small bag and hurried out giggling with her new friend like naughty school girls. She had been wearing a denim skirt and boots with a denim top Cow girl style, and had decided it would be enough to keep the chill away.
“Ready when you are.” She said sniggering; Kristen having to take her arm the drink hitting home in the cold air.
The black Mercedes was parked a little away from the camp site and was only just visible in the near pitch black. Kristen opened the rear door. “Here sit in the back, ride in comfort.”
Janelle bent down to climb in. She peered inside and froze seeing a shape on the seat.
“Oh my God what oooh uggzzzzzzz!”
Her body went limp as she collapsed into the car. Kristen lifting her legs in; Tazer gun in her hand.
Janelle came around slowly, her head spinning her body uncomfortable, in fact very uncomfortable. The car was stationary though maybe a few miles from were it had been a quarter of an hour earlier. She tried to move then realized her arms were bound.
“Oh my.” She moaned looking down.
She was sat on the back seat arms tied back to either side of the rear window struts, so her shoulders were pulled flat to the back rest her bosom thrust out. The top 4 buttons had been undone and the denim barely held in her white soft tits. Below her dress had been pulled up to her waist, her long legs, boots still on spread very wide the ankles attached to unseen bonds in the foot well.
But it wasn’t this exposed position that made her moan. As she had got into the car she had noticed the rear seat; in the middle it appeared to have a hatch out of which a fat dildo sprang upright. Now that same dildo was almost missing the bendy Perspex shaft curving up into her twat as she sat straddling it.
Kristen was in the front seat looking over her shoulder.
“Just an hour or so trip my dear,” and with that she turned on the ignition. Janelle convulse with shock. The dildo must somehow have been connected to the drive shaft directly below as it began to vibrate matching the engine revs.
“Oohh God ooohh what oohh please oooooooo!”
Janelle gave a long moan her lips pouting eyes wild as the car set off on its long journey.
The ride was rough, pot holed and uneven. Each thud of suspension kicked back up into the poor woman’s cunt.
“Ooohhh.”
The vibrator was about 7 inches long, 6 inches inside. Her body was bound so rigidly in a seated position there was no way she could lift herself free. The cock buzzed, the thing filled with small ball bearings which wriggled and clattered sending tingling sensations all the way up her shaft.
“Ooh you fucking bitch ugggh oh ooohh!!” Wailed the short haired woman; her final blouse button popping bare breasts bulging out.
Kristen was looking in the mirror every so often, listening to Wagner on her stereo. The rubber cock was unrelenting, even when Kristen slowed to a halt the old engine still rattled transmitting the vibration deep into her slit.
“Uuggghh stop please awwwwww!”
But Janelle could get no sense from the Germanic bitch.
“Why, uggh stop why are you doinggg uggggggggggggggggggh, fuck fuckkkk!”
The sensations were getting unbearable, her thighs ached, her arms numb and it had only been 20 minutes. 20 minutes of constant deep holed vibration!
Kristen spoke, her blue eyes narrowing to slits a wicked glint in them as she looked in the rear view mirror.
“The cock must be really getting to you, no? The metals balls are so naughty don’t you think?”
She pulled over and leaving the engine running stepped out. Although now not as rapid, the thing continued to hum around her wet slit.
Janelle looked down between her legs.
“Oh God,” the bitch had greased the thing before mounting her on it. The white gel foam rimming her bare hole now visible. Also other juices, her own were appearing.
“Ohh no please!” She thought, the sensations building.
Kristen leaned against a tree cigarette in her hand listening to the chugging engine and the grunts in the rear cabin almost as if it was any other evening drive. Her captive had fine big tits and great child bearing hips. A little old maybe but the right looks and well she had to admit, she like breaking the fiery ones.
Louder and louder groans came from the car. She opened the door looking in.
“Get the fuuuuck off me you uggh bitch!” Screamed Janelle, as Kristen put her hand down to spread her captives pussy lips examining the fucked entrance.
“Umm your getting wet you dirty girl. I think I’ll help you along.”
And with that she produced a small pot scooping a glob of jelly out of it.
“Ooooooooh!” Janelle writhed more as the vixen smeared it onto the bound woman’s hardening clit.
The gel stung, burning making her see spots in front of her eyes.
“Ooh its burns uggggggghh.”
Kristen climbed back in to the driving seat and set of again, her captive red faced, sweat running down her neck between her barely contained tits. The sensations began to get too much, the humming, vibrating tool nudging deep, the friction on her walls now unbearable.
She had stopped making sense now only groaned and wailed the cabin so hot she felt she would pass out.
The climax came finally, her pelvis suddenly becoming tense, her clit fat and on fire.
Her pussy was flexing the fluid visibly oozing around the cock base onto the leather seat.
“Ohhoooooooooohh Jesus nooo! Ah, ah, ah, ahhhhh”
She screamed; bucking, trying to wrench her arms and close her thighs.
Kristen carried on driving a smug grin on her face. Janelle was a sweaty mess.
“Uggh please let me of it now, ugggh!”
But it appeared she wasn’t going to.
“The gel will keep you excited for a little longer. I think you’ll come again before we get there.” Explained Lady B with a sexy over the shoulder wink.
Janelle was slumped half conscious in the backseat by the time the car neared the village. She had indeed come; twice more in fact; her puss now slack and very sore.
She could see a large dark castle on the cliff its windows illuminated, long deep slits; and as the car rounded a bend three figures appeared dead ahead. Janelle didn’t care about her exposed position, her energy completely sapped. It was man in camouflage; behind him two young men 16 maybe, both with large automatic pistols looking oversized in their teen hands.
Kristen leaned from the window. “Good evening.” She said in an elite manner. “And how are your boys? Teaching them well I see” She’d admired the stealth at which they had ambushed her.
The man spoke proudly. “They’re the best by far my lady.”
She smiled again. “Hmm good. Have them come to the castle tomorrow.”
The man snapped his heels and nodded as she drove off. “Jawol!”
Janelle once in the castle grounds was pulled from the car by a number of hands. The figures frog marched her inside her legs giving way. They half carried her along, boots scrapping on the polished stone floor. One helper was a man tall and athletic, the other a young woman dressed in a plain tight black dress uniform with black stockings and heels.
Kristen followed behind. “Lets not waste any time, we only have till morning.” She said in a professional tone.
Janelle finally hung in the warm tower room. From her stretched standing position she could see out of the narrow window 100 ft down to the village, a sheer drop. She had been stripped naked apart from her heeled cowgirl boots.
Though 40 her figure was firm, hips large, curving to a fine waist, her blonde short hair now almost brunette with black streaked highlights from the sweat. Her ass was slightly too large so were her boobs, as Kristen had observed, a fine fleshy wench. Her legs were apart supporting herself, her naughty shaved pussy (Something her husband adored) pouting embarrassingly.
Kristen was in front of her, dressed in flying trousers and boots, like a WW1 pilot. Along side was the young man panting after struggling to string his captive up.
“What are you going to do? Please just stop.” She moaned her arms aching.
Kristen explained delighting in telling her; the sweet German woman that she had met earlier now an evil lustful witch.
“You’re bosom is wonderfully round, nipples so fat. We have a device for milking them.”
Janelle moaned swaying slightly. Kristen trailed a hand across the bound woman’s waist as she struggled to pull away.
“Also I would so like to punish your ass.”
Janelle moaned again, “punish me, why? Milk me how? What the fuck for? Awww oh god someone help me.”
******
Back at the camp Kevin read the note.
“Gone with my new friend Kristen, will send car at breakfast. Love Janelle.”
He rubbed his head. He’d been a fool. Why would she think he wanted that pneumatic blonde tart anyway; he loved his wife.
In the high tower Janelle was only able to watch as Hans, Kristen’s brother rudely groped each of her breasts rubbing the nipples, smearing Vaseline onto the pimply pink surround. They indeed did have a strange machine, like a compressor with two milking suction tubes coming from it. He couldn’t resist a quick suck on each nipple making her moan in disgust.
“Unnnn fuck!”
Then the machine started and the cups were attached with a filthy sucking noise.
“Slock!”
“Ohh shit uggg!”
The machine instantly began to tug the ends half an inch in. “Uggh!” The air was been removed the vacuum teasing the nipples.
The sensation wasn’t too painful more a continuous ache and throb. Her head was lolling to one side and she looked up over her lashes. “Ooooohh please!” She moaned horrified.
Kristen had a long syringe in her hand the end dripping fluid. Janelle froze gritting her teeth as the bitch injected one then the other tit.
“Hormone enhancement, very concentrated. Your breast will harden and grow slightly over the night as they produce the milk they think they need.”
Hans checked the attachments and nodded to his sister.
“Good, now can you leave us Hans?” Kristen said sweetly stroking a black whip with her long fingered hand. “We girls have a lot to get through.”
The suspended blonde wife screamed, her voice echoing around the tower. The caning of her ass was searing through her flesh to her thighs making them quake. The bitch was angling the whip to hit both cheeks. Acting like a school mistress, ordering her to bend more, informing her just before it hit.
“Ja, and another one.”
Whack!
“Hmm bend more! Over you go bitch. Again!”
Whack!
“Eewwwwwwwiieeee!” The spanked woman swayed and howled, the heavy suction tubes bouncing as her tits sprang forward.
As she whipped Kristen talked about the Reich. About her master race, how Janelle would give herself to the village, fucked by an Aryan superman to bare his child.
“No, no awwwww eieeeeeeeeeeee! My husband he’ll uuggghh find me.”
Kristen smiled pushing her victim’s shoulders forward to raise her ass for the next swipe.
“Yes my dear,” she laughed agreeing; “he will, he will.” Whack!
Finally, thankfully, Kristen stopped. Janelle exhausted hung limp. The milking cups making her tits sore, the enlarged teats throbbing at each piston suck.
“Try to sleep. By morning you’re tits will have swelled and the machine will be greedily filling its jar.”
And with that the tall vixen left the room not even bothering to lock the door. If you’d been passing the east tower at that moment the wail of despair from the turret high above would have filled you with dread.
Kevin awoke the next morning eager to see his wife. He washed and combed his beard, brushing the grey streaks in his hair back in long distinguished strands. He pulled his portly frame into his pants tugging the buckle tight on his belt.
Beep! Beep!
Outside his cabin was the familiar long black limousine. The driver was getting out. Tall, too shapely to be a man, the curvaceous creature walked slowly up to him, She was dressed in a chauffeurs outfit with peaked cap, her smile warm her feature reminiscent of a stunner he’d seen in a movie not long back.
“Good morning sir,” said Becky her perfect complexion highlighted by ruby lips, “your wife sends her love.”
The young beauty helped him load his cases and he lingered on her bent body as she filled the boot. She caught his eye and he blushed looking away.
“When you’re ready sir,” she purred.
The back of the car was spacious and he was grateful of the room; his large size and height usually cramped in taxis. The centre of the seat seemed to bulge uncomfortably apart from also been slightly damp, so he sat to one side therefore been able to glance at the captivating eyes of his young driver. She didn’t seem to want to engage in conversation, however from time to time she glanced back almost wickedly as she navigated the winding road.
He sat fidgeting a little bored then noticed a compartment on the back of the driver’s seat.
“A drinks cabinet maybe?” He thought to himself.
He twisted the catch and it opened, an old large book falling out. He caught it, opening the binder. He almost immediately slammed it closed again and just caught the eye of the girl watching him through the rear view mirror.
He blushed, but had to look inside again. The page he had opened on had one exquisite drawing; a woman, reminding him of Jessica rabbit, all hair and enormous tits. She was struggling as a man held her waist, his free hand inches from an enormous long nipple. The woman’s hips were wide curving down to another man, pliers in his hand the pincers just wide enough to take the girls erect tit point. His other hand was on his erupting long cock as he sprayed her statuses thigh and calf.
The hand drawn stunner’s eyes seemed to look out at Kevin, and he felt his cock hardening, his mind racing with thoughts. Her mouth was excited, cheeks puffed. She would feel the man’s finger nip her tit end hard any second. He would hold it for his friend to clamp his steel device around. She was on heat, lustful, how she would writhe, the spunk rubbing across her legs as she wriggled in pain and ecstasy.
His head was swimming! The secret Nazi geometry of lust etched into the art work unhinging his mind.
He sat back, red faced panting. “Oh,uhh cough, Jesus what is this?”
The girl continued to drive. “Are you ok sir?” Kevin felt his cock twisting in his pants trying to spring straight.
“Uggh just a little hot.” He replied trying to close the book.
He could see her long neck over the seat, red hair just visible tucked under her hat. Her face was so sexy, fat kissable lips, such a young taut body all dressed up prim and proper.
“Ooh fuck, its soo hot in here.” He moaned his brow glistening.
The car came to a halt Becky getting out and opening the rear door.
She climbed inside placing her round fabric ass on the seat her legs together. She took her hat off and her hair tumbled down the side of her face.
“Oohh I don’t feel too well.” He said then blushed realizing the obscene picture was still in full view of this red headed angel.
She gently closed the book putting it back were he’d found it.
“Oh God you’re so pretty,” he said without thinking. He couldn’t believe it; what was wrong with him, the cock in his pants rock hard. Becky smilled back wiping the hair from her face.
“Would you like to show me something sir?” She asked innocently her lips slightly open.
He gulped as she unbuckled his belt his pot belly bulging, his cock now straining through the fabric.
“Oh, miss oooohh!”
She unfastened his zipper the stubby thing fully erect sprang into view, her slim delicate hand stroked the foreskin tugging it down to its limit making his pink head judder.
“Oooooooo!
She tugged straight up and down her eyes amorous, lashes fluttering. Her long soft finger caressed his ribbed flesh her ruby nails scratching his tender head.
“Oh yes you horny little bitch ooohhhh!” He gasped unashamedly. She just continued to wank, a constant rhythm still sitting prim, eyes concentrating.
His hand grabbed her neck, “ooh suck it, suck it off!”
She gave him a hard slap across the face. “Sit back you worm, pull your pants down. Are your balls just as small?”
He gulped dragging his pants to his knees embarrassed his cock now red with the hard jerking. Her other hand reached down to cup and squeeze his nuts. He groaned his head swimming. “Be still!” She snapped as she increased her pace.
“Oh, oh, oh ooh, yes, yes, ooohhhhh!”
Becky gave a school girl yelp of delight as his prick shot, the spunk flying straight up like a stuttering fountain.
Two, three last tugs then with the slime across her hand she finally slowed and stopped. She climbed out wiping the come from her hand with a hanky chief not speaking a word.
And it was another 10 miles further on before Kevin stopped panting and pulled up his stained pants.
*****
Janelle had managed to get a few awkward dream filled hours sleep. Her arms had gone completely numb and she had to be help to stand. Her tits were also sore beyond belief the ends now weeping white liquid the jar ahead of her now a quarter of a pint full. She gave the first of what she knew would be many groans that day. “Stop pleaseeeeeeee!”
Hans examined the bottle.
“Very good a impressive amount from such a lovely new cow.”
She sensed someone else in the room. It was the two teenagers that she had seen last night on patrol. Both were naked their bodies firm, smooth, hairless. Hans undid her hands from the bounds and she fell to the floor mat. Her first instinct was to pull the tit suckers but the seals were too tight she just spasmed with pain.
Hans crouched down, “these young men are going to fuck you hard. Their seed is important to us; your tits are ready for pregnancy, be assured your womb is too.”
The two boys were erect, their cocks hard, lightly haired and pink. They descended on her while Hans watched. Janelle could only groan her mind accepting the inevitable.
“Oh god this is it!”
Janelle had never been with two men before. She felt hands all over her, on her hips, under her neck inside her thighs. The young boys cocks were slapping her leg and waist the owners frenzied with teenage lust.
“Look at her tits, ahh ooh fucking slut!” Slap!
“Bend her over; how do you like that bitch?”
She howled as one fingered her anus two digits in. The other stroked her tits getting the same response.
“Good there so hard and fucking sore.”
She bucked as the other also groped in delight.
“Open that mouth, come on swallow some cock.”
Janelle dry mouth filled with hot young flesh. These boys were young enough to be her kids and she slurped in disgust on his young tender head.
The other was pulling her up onto her knees her lacerated ass stinging to his touch.
“Uggh yeah uggh fucking knell you bitch oh ooohhh yeahhhh!” She coughed on the mouth cock the other young blood easing up her pussy.
“Oh heavens ohhh please!” She wailed in her head.
The boy was thrusting hard making her gag on his friend’s tool.
“Ugh, ugh, oh you’re tight and hot, uggh!”
He reached round gripping, her tits tubes clattering on the floor. She shook in discomfort her breasts still squirting over and over filling the jar. He lent back to begin his serious penetration, “ah, ah, ah, ah.”
His friend slapped her face away from his cock.
“Too much whore I nearly filled your mouth!”
Hans was supervising making sure the boys would empty up her with their loads. “Now harder yes, yes do it.” The young mans first spurt was weak, his second a torrent.
Janelle gasped feeling her walls splattered with Aryan seed. His cock quickly subsided and in disappointment he withdrew.
The other boy was more patient, he caressed her butt.
“Stay on all fours you horny cow.”
The room was silent just the sucking of the machines and Janelle now constant low moan of discomfort. The boy pressed onto her.
“Hold still uggh yes ugggh that’s deep uggh ah ah ah!”
She rocked obediently his hands on her shoulders and back thankfully letting her abused tits hang loose. His cock was long and firm and she gulped as he fucked hard nudging her deep inners, “Oh, oh, oh!”
She grunted to his enormous delight. “Yes you like it, come on work that fat ass uggh it’s coming its coming ooohhhhhh!”
Her throat swallowed as she felt him fire a wad inside her pussy.
Suddenly the sucking machine fell silent and Hans caressed her sore tits. He smiled, slightly twisting the tubes and she gave a screech as each nipple was plucked from its glass vacuum.
Slock!
One of the teenage boys was near her again this time with a strange mask, wires hanging from it. The woman screamed as he fastened the mind device over her sweaty face pulling it tight. Voices started in her ears, then lights then she yelped as Hans began to cane her ass, last nights punishment not deemed enough.
Kevin had only just recovered from the temptresses attentions when his transport spun into the courtyard. The blonde beauty he had seen last night was waiting there looking even more stunning in the day. He climbed out sheepish wondering what his driver would say. But Becky just smiled and walked into the main hall.
“My wife, is she here?” He asked feeling relieved.
“Of course but she’s showering I believe.” Kristen explained smiling warmly. “She’s a very fine woman.” Kevin nodded proudly in agreement He was then escorted inside to the drawing room.
He sat on a long luxurious sofa; Kristen sitting across from him long legs crossed her appearance immaculate. She began to explain all.
“I’m afraid Janelle is going to be staying with us from now on.”
As she spoke at length he frowned confused. The woman was mad, what the hell was she talking about. Stay here, new husband, master race?
He got up face turning red with anger. In the door way he saw his wife, dressed only in a towel her hair wet, legs still damp.
“Janelle what’s going on what are you doing for Christ sake?”
Escorting her in was Hans also in a towel. Kevin’s anger grew and he stammered unsure of himself.
“Li… listen, I want some explanations.”
“Be quiet!” Demanded Kristen,” and sit down!”
Kevin tensed his arms, his hands as fists.
“Don’t be a fool you are no match for Hans, accept it.” Kristen said her voice now bellowing.
Kevin saw the man’s six pack figure, a body engineered by his evil father to perfection and he reluctantly relaxed.
“Sit now!” The uber bitch demanded, and Kevin’s knees gave way.
Hans also sat down Janelle kneeling at his side. Her face was tired her eyes blank. At the door now stood one of the young men in full black kit swastika on his arm. In is hand an old ww2 machine pistol. The gun was well oiled and obviously in full working order. He approached levelling the barrel towards Kevin.
Kristen introduced the young buck.
“This is Janelle new husband; she’ll soon be bearing his child, if he’s not impregnated her already.”
Kevin shook with rage the boy’s eyes delighted, showing he’d already sampled his new busty wife.
Hans unfastened his towel exposing his long limp cock, totally bald.
“A demonstration I think!” And Janelle nodded placing her head in his lap her mouth swallowing the floppy monster.
“Ooh god no,” Kevin choked not knowing what to do.
She began to take long slurping sucks the head expanding the shaft quickly hardening. Hans leaned back caressing her head.
“Lick under the head, ahhh yes swallow deeper ugghh! Suck harder good!”
Janelle obeyed her cheeks bulging in her mouth full of saliva,” slurp, suck!”
Kevin shook his head over and over as the man’s cock became enviously hard. Janelle savouring his pink fat head her lips wet with her own juices.
Kristen smiled enjoying the view. “Your wife has such a lovely ass. I’m afraid it’s a little sore at present; but still full and womanly.”
Kevin could see her butt pressed out, the towel only just reaching below her waist. Her cheeks were bruised; long straight welts where she had taken the cane punishment.
Kristen continued with her teasing. “Have you ever fucked her rear hole? Hmm no? Do you think she could take his cock up there?”
Kevin was shaking, his wife been so obedient not even flinching when Kristen had said what she had in store for her.
Hans ordered his new slave to stand up, and then tugged the towel away so she was fully exposed. Janelle just groaned a little as he pulled her down onto his lap facing away from him. Kevin began to shout. “No Janelle for God’s sake.”
Hans put his arm under her closed knees and raised both legs tight together. Her ass stretched and Kevin could see the hard cock sliding against her butt crack. Her hands were down spreading her cheeks the pink anus winking at him as Hans pointed his cock towards the tight entrance. His wife gave a long moan the cock forced against her hole. Hans was lifting his waist pushing slowly but firmly.
Janelle gasped then gave an anguished groan as her ass was slowly busted open.
The cock was disappearing between her stretched rectal mouth. Her swollen breasts were pointing to the roof as her back arched her teeth gritted the cock now 4 inches and more inside.
Kristen laughed. “The bitch likes it.! Look at how her ass hole is stretched round my brother’s cock!”
Kevin couldn’t take his eyes of the seated couple. The man’s fat balls almost the only visible part of his cock the shaft sucked inside her. Then he slowly pulled out making Kevin wince with the length of shaft he had eased up her. Janelle gave a satisfied yet painful moan.
“Ohh yesss master ugghh!”
He jerked back up gripping her waist holding her knees high.
“Ugghh master! Ohh ohhh!”
He began to pump her ass red with the friction her face tensed but aroused,
“Uggh uggh oh fuck, uggh yeah, yeah arrgggg shit, shit ugghhh!”
He gave a grunt as his cock came too far out springing from her hole, the black void visible as her muscles tensed back close. She shrieked as he hungrily forced it back in.
“Ja, ja!”She gasped her accent now with a taint of German. Her nails clawed the back of the seat as she struggled to hold herself steady his bucking becoming rampant.
“Oh, oh, oh, more, more fuck me ugghhhhhhhhhh!”
Janelle was shaking in sensation the fucking going on and on her husband drawn and despairing. Hans was an insatiable stud, would his cock ever tire? The man’s bull size ball flapping in his hairless scrotum as the stud controlled his entry fast then slow holding the woman up and exposed using her like his own personal wanking device.
“Ah, take it you bitch ugghh.”
He fixed a satisfied glare at Kevin. “Uggh your wife she’s soo hot, ugh I’m coming I’m filling her!”
Janelle’s mouth pouted like a fish gasping out of water as her lover gave a thunder of thrusts ejecting inside her busted canal. He hosed inside her before allowing her legs to fall pushing her from his lap. Janelle fell to her knees, hair matted, shoulder aching moaning over and over.
Kristen stood up snapping her fingers to the teen standing with the gun.
“Take her old husband away, he’s seen enough.”
Kevin hardly resisted, standing sobbing his hands shaking, his brainwashed wife still sprawled on the floor in a world of her own.
Hans shouted back to the young man, “and then take your broodmare home.”
The boy nodded, making a mental note to fuck her in the ass once her pregnant belly had grown too large.
************
Castle Busenstien had so many rooms and corridors; even Becky after many months could still not always remember which way was quickest. She had just shown her latest guest to their impressive quarters and as she returned she passed a locked door she now rarely visited. She paused, searched for the key and then entered the dim windowless space.
The room was meagre more like a cell, a bed and a few items the only comforts. In the middle of the room was a long teak chest, holes punched in its top.
This was where the cells occupant spent most of his daylight hours.
She kicked the side then knelt down unlatching a small hand size hatch three quarters of the way down. She reached in feeling her way. Kevin wriggled laying on his back facing up his black mask and gag stopping him from producing more than feint grunts. She found her target and began to tug at the small stubby cock, its shaft now pointing eagerly out of the hole.
“Good boy,” she purred, as she gave the gimp the same loving hand job she had done in the car many times since.
Inside the box Kevin saw nothing, only heard her soft voice and felt the only human contact he now had these days. He wondered if his wife even remembered him, her life now so different from his. Becky’s hand was beginning to blur, the jerking so fast; and in a few wonderful moments he would erupt in frustration and delight.
He knew her red lips were only inches away yet never once had her wide mouth tasted him. In his head he pleaded knowing in torment that his desire would never be fulfilled.
“Oh please… Suck, suck in the name of the fatherland suck!”
Thank you for your request. Feel free for anyone to mail me their ideal babe for the Busenstien treatment. Finc

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