In this volume are three first-person stories, narrated by women who have become submissive, slave housewives. All the stories are real, and the narrator's painful agony comes through because she is telling her story in her own words.
PUNISHED LESBIAN WIFE: "I'm Eileen, and I'm not the wife in the story. I'm the wife's lesbian lover, and I was there when her husband discovered us, pulled a gun on me, then forced me to stand by and watch him degrade and humiliate poor Sheila, until she was begging him for mercy."
SHOW NO MERCY: "I found out my husband was having an affair, and confronted him with it when he brought his mistress home for dinner. The two of them tied me up and made me cater to both of their bizarre wishes."
SLAVE SEARCHER: "My husband unleashed his anger upon; me, tied me up and beat me. He had been repressing all those feelings while we lived together, and once we were married, told me he would continue to abuse me, unless I could search out and find a new slave for him to abuse."
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PUNISHED LESBIAN WIFE
CHAPTER ONE
I want to make one thing clear right off the bat. I'm not the title character of this story. I wanted to call is something like, "Jock Dyke" which would really sum up me better than it sums up my lover, the title character of the story.
But Sheila wanted to be in the spotlight, and I decided that I might as well put her there. I also decided, however, that it would be my story. I told that blonde-haired bitch Gust kidding-I really do love her!) that if she wanted it to be her own story, she should sit her fucking ass down and write it herself.
I want to assure you that I sure as hell will tell you something about Sheila, when the time's right, when it comes to that part of the story where she enters.
But first, me! Me, because I happen to like me and because I'm also part of the story, later. I'm the reason why Sheila became a punished lesbian wife.
I'm Eileen. I'm in my late twenties, and I have short brown hair. From behind I look kind of like a boy, at least if you look at me from the neck up. When you see the small gold earrings I almost always wear, you know I'm a girl.
And even when you let your eyes wander down my body, you know I'm a girl. In front, I have pretty large tits, and nice rounded hips. It's those hips which I feel give me away from behind, as well as my ass. I mean, even if you didn't see the earrings and started to think I might be a boy, one look at my curved hips and ass, and you should know.
I also happen to be quite good looking, and I'm saying that in all modesty.
My story begins when I was about eight, and first was aware of the fact that I was a little bit different from most of the kids I went to school with. What made me aware of that fact? I really can't sum it up in one sentence.
All I know is that most of the little girls I hung out with were total bores. Some of them were even starting to talk about little boys and little dicks, and I just wasn't ever that interested in what they had to say.
Then there was my brother. Al was not the most modest person in the world, and he did tend to walk around the house with nothing on. We both had our bedrooms down in the basement, something Dad had built to make us all more comfortable.
When I was eight, I was passing my brother's room and looked in, in time to see him jerking on his dick. Now I knew what his dick looked like limp, so I could tell that he was quite hard at the moment. I stopped and watched him sliding his hand up and down his cock shaft, and I though about those little girls I hung out with.
They probably would have all been thrilled to see something like this. They might have giggled about the way it looked, but they would have been quite interested.
I, on the other hand, was totally blase. I wasn't in the least bit turned on. I did tell myself that maybe it was because I thought my brother was a royal asshole (I still do-we never did get along).
But I sensed that I was just not into cock. I saw the way his whole body started to shake as he opened his mouth and let out a loud moan, seconds before the come spurted from the slit of his cock, running down his shaft and over his jerking hand.
I did think that part was quite disgusting, but I just walked past his room, to my own bedroom, and nothing could convince me that he hadn't left his bedroom door open purposely, so that I might see him.
Then there was my sister, Barb. Barb was always beautiful. In fact, I always used to wish that I looked like her, at least until I realized I was a cunt-loving lesbian. As pretty as my sister was, she did have to work at it.
She had long brown hair, and such a cute face. She didn't have to wear a lot of make-up because she had that natural kind of beauty, but I guess she wasn't as self-assured as other girls are, so she covered herself with make-up.
That same year, when I saw Al jerk off, I was sitting in Barb's room while she was getting dressed for a date with her boyfriend at the time, Les. Of course she didn't get uptight dressing or undressing in front of me. There was no reason to.
But seeing as how she was seven years older than me, fifteen, to be exact, she had a fully developed body, and she was quite hot looking. She had large rounded tits, with thick brown nipples at the tip of each one. Her skin looked so smooth and soft, and her cunt mound was raised, with brownish-blonde hairs near her cunt lips.
Those hairs were really quite hot looking, but when she was closing her bra, and she turned to me to talk, I saw her cunt lips, and concentrated on them more than on any other part of her body. I guess maybe I was looking at them for too long, because Barb did ask me what I was looking at, and I blushed.
Before I even had a chance to try to lie and bullshit, she laughed.
"I know, Eileen," she said. "I bet you're still flat and hairless, but don't worry. One day, when you grow up, you'll get your tits, and your cunt hairs, just like me. And you're going to be as pretty as me, too."
When she said that, I felt so terrific. I mean, I thought that she was one of the most beautiful girls in the world, and to think that I might look like her when I grew up was such a turn-on.
I did start to masturbate at a pretty early age, too. I was eleven, and I was already pretty well developed, which is more than I can say for most of the girls I went to school with. Maybe it was good that I developed earlier than most of the girls, because then they all had an attitude toward me. And since I always thought that I was different, I did not mind them disliking me.
Besides, by age eleven, I was developed enough to masturbate, and luckily for me, I first went with instinct and pure feeling. By that I mean, I never did lie down and close my eyes and fantasize as I started to play with myself.
Instead, I did lie down, but I kept my eyes open. I was lying naked on my bed, with the door not only closed, but a chair also propped up against the door, just in case Barb or Al, or even Mom or Dad, should try to walk in.
I looked at my fuzzy pubic patch, and the two small mounds that were my tits, and I started to run my hands up and down my body. I cupped both of my tits with both hands and felt my brown nipples getting stiffer.
I started to pinch them as they stiffened, and that was when I felt the spasming pleasure rushing through my pussy. It was wonderful to feel the way my cunt got wet for the first time. I slid one hand down my flat white belly, and let my fingers squirm their way through my pubic hairs, like five snakes.
Then I moved them down to my cunt lips and began to stroke myself. As I ran my fingers up and down my lips, they were getting wetter and wetter by the second. I just slid them in and started to massage my clit, until I felt it getting stiffer, After that, I wiggled it back and forth like crazy, and the faster I did it, the more I could feel my senses starting to rise, higher and higher.
It was such a turn-on that I couldn't even think about stopping. I just wanted to take it further and further, and I did, for the longest time. I must have made myself come about three or four times, because each time that I would come, instead of feeling like I should stop, I would feel a need to keep it all going.
It wasn't until I started to think that I came out of the orgasm.
That's why I stressed the point that I was able to come when I was just getting into my flesh, and not thinking. Because when I started to think, I wondered about what kind of a fantasy I should be having.
The other girls talked about boys and dicks, so I thought about my brother, Al and the time that I had seen him playing with his dick.
Instant turn-off! I just came right down, out of the passion-filled high I had been lost in, and there was no way I could turn myself back on.
When I was thirteen, I had a great experience with two girlfriends of mine. Their names were Ellen and Geri, and I had known them for as long as I was growing up, because they both lived in the neighborhood, and we were all friends.
They were over at my house one day, and we started to talk about boys. Geri, who was blonde, had gone pretty far with Rick, her boyfriend. Ellen, who had long brown hair, hadn't done anything with a boy yet, like myself.
"You know what Rick told me?" Geri asked, and we both shook our heads no. " He said that when he and his friends get together, they have a kind of circle jerk."
"A circle jerk?" Ellen asked. "Just what the hell is that?"
"Well, they all pull out their cocks and they sit around and talk about things that turn them oh. They jerk off as they do it, right in front of each other. They try to see who can be the first one to come." 'That sounds absolutely ridiculous,' I said. "Boys are so fucking stupid."
"I don't know. I think it might be fun. Why don't we do it?"
Well, I wasn't going to say no. The idea of doing it with them turned me on. Within seconds, the chair was propped against my closed bedroom door so no one could get in, and me and my two girlfriends were stripping ourselves naked.
As we all sat cross-legged on the floor, I could see two other pretty nice looking cunts, other than my own, that is. Because of the way we were sitting, the slits were spread pretty wide, so I could see into Geri's pussy.
I had always had a kind of crush on Geri, and seeing her naked just made it worse. She was quite beautiful with no clothes on. She had plump tits with small reddish-pink nipples, blonde hairs near her cunt, and red lush looking cunt lips.
"No, we have to start talking about things that turn us on," she said to us. "I'll talk about the time I went down on Rick's dick and sucked him off. I want you to know right now that I didn't swallow it. That would have been gross.
"But I did move my mouth down to his cock, when he wanted me to, and at first I just started to lick him because I really didn't think I could take him in my mouth. I mean, I didn't really think that I would want to. So I just slid my tongue up and down his shaft, until I got into the taste.
"Then I opened my mouth wider and slid my lips down the shaft and started to suck him all the way down. Actually, I didn't go all the way down on him. I just took him as far as my throat would allow, because I knew I'd gag if he was in my throat."
As she talked, her fingers were sliding in and out of her wet, glistening crack. I kept my eyes on Geri's cunt, but I tried to block out her words.
After all, I knew Rick, and aside from the fact that I thought he was a real pompous asshole, I was not turned on to the idea of his cock. I started to watch Geri's fingers and I liked the way they looked like they were getting wetter and wetter each time she slid them in and then slid them back a little bit.
As she finished her story, I heard her starting to moan, and I looked at her face. She had her eyes closed, and her tongue was running all over her lips. I let my eyes wander down her body, so I could see her heaving tits.
Then I looked back down at her pussy, and noticed that she had stopped moving her fingers as fast as she'd been moving them a second ago.
For the next few seconds, she was just sliding them in and out of her cunt nice and slowly, moaning contentedly, and then she slid them all the way out.
I looked at Ellen next, and realized something. My brown-haired friend had not been listening to Geri, nor had she been looking at her. Ellen was looking at me as I was staring at Geri, and she had this look on her face, like she knew.
I didn't say anything, and neither did she, at least not right away.
"All right, Eileen, it's your turn," Geri said to me.. "Your story."
"Well, I'm still a virgin," I let them both know. "So I don't have any stories about a cock and how it felt to fuck with it or suck it. But I did see my brother jerking off once, and I can tell you about that."
I started to talk about it as I kept looking at Geri, and I was thinking, as I spoke, that Ellen might still be looking at me. When I looked at her, she was, and we both began to smile at each other. I was trying to keep myself as far removed from my words as possible-you know, to just talk about him jerking off without even trying to muster up an image of it in my mind.
Geri was getting off better than both Ellen and I were, and when I looked back at the blonde, I know that Ellen looked at her, too.
Ellen's story was about her brother-in-law and her sister. The good thing about it was that it took place the night they got married. They had spent the night at Ellen's parent's house, because they had to catch a plane to Puerto Rico the next morning, and Ellen had spied on them to see what they were doing.
I listened to her story, and since I knew her sister Nancy, I was able to picture the brown-haired girl lying on her back with her legs spread wide, while Nancy's husband (someone who I never met) was fucking her.
I think that I might have even been fantasizing about going down on Nancy, because I had always thought that Ellen's older sister was pretty, and though I thought the same thing about mine, I never fantasized about going down on her.
I mean, fantasizing about Barb would have been somewhat incestuous.
After we had finished our circle jerk, or at least had each told a story, Geri stood up and started to get dressed. She said that she had to go out on a date with Rick, and he would be waiting for her at her house. She let us know that she felt really good about having done this kind of thing with us-she felt really close to us.
I noticed that Ellen, like myself, hadn't made a move to get dressed. I let Geri out of my room, leaving her to see herself out (she knew the house well enough to be able to see herself out), and closed the door again.
As I propped the chair back in place, I heard Ellen laugh.
"What are you doing that for, Eileen?" she asked me.
"Well, we're still both naked, and you never know who might walk in."
"True," she said to me. "Besides, I don't feel like getting dressed now."
"Neither do I, Ellen," I told her, as I sat on the floor near her. "Well, wasn't that Game we played with Geri kind of fun?"
"It was all right," Ellen said to me. "I've played games that are a hell of a lot more fun in my day. But tell me something, Eileen. Why were you looking at Geri the whole time and not really listening to what she said?"
"I was listening," I told Ellen, but I couldn't even look her in the eye, because I knew that she knew I was lying to her.
"No you weren't," Ellen said, and I knew we could have played this back and forth game for the longest time. But Ellen didn't like playing shit like that. And I'll always be glad that she had balls, for a girl. "You weren't, and neither was I. I was looking at you staring at Geri, and I was getting hot."
"What?" I asked her, and she slid right over near me.
"I said that you make me hot, Eileen. I don't know what it is. I've never really gotten turned on when I think about making it with a boy. But when I think about you, well, I sure as hell feel something happen to my body."
Before I could say anything to her, she moved her hand to my cunt. She slid her fingers right into my wet slit, and started to wiggle my clit back and forth. As I opened my mouth to just let out a pleasure moan, she moved her lips to mine and kissed me as hard as she possibly could, pressing her tongue into my mouth.
When I felt that, I started to suck on it as hard as I could. My whole body surged with even more pleasure, and I began to come.
I couldn't believe that I had come in a matter of seconds.
Really, it could not have been more than a minute from the time she first slid her fingers into me and kissed me, to the time that I came. Now I know that when I wrote about masturbating the first time, I wrote down that I came quick, and that's true.
But that was the first time, and maybe a few times after that, the same kind of thing happened. That had been over five years back. After a while, the orgasms just didn't seem to come as fast as they had the first time.
But with Ellen, it happened so fast that I could feel my head spinning. I lay back on the carpet, and she rolled on top of me.
She started to rub her cunt against mine, while still kissing me and fingering me, and I could feel the wetness from her cunt rubbing against me. As she started to lick her way down my body, she raised her lips for a second.
"I've never done this before, but I've wanted to," she said.
She moved her lips back to my flesh, and ended up kissing my nipple. As she licked it and kissed it, she was opening and closing her lips around it, and I could feel the way my stiff nipple throbbed under her touch.
She was getting turned on, too. I could tell because of the way she kept pressing her cunt against my leg. She was humping herself up and down against my thigh, and she was turning herself on more and more as each second passed by.
When Ellen moved her mouth down to my cunt, I just loved it. I didn't even think that there was anything at all wrong with it. I guess deep down, I had always hoped that something like this would happen to me, and here it was, happening.
She spread my cunt lips with the fingers from both hands, and wrapped her lips around my clit, then started to flick her tongue back and forth.
My body exploded with a surging kind of heat, and juices went with that heat, juices that Ellen just started to suck out of me as hard as she could. Her mouth was sucking as hard as a high-powered vacuum cleaner.
When she pulled her mouth away from my cunt, after I had had a real tense orgasm, she had some of my cream dripping down her chin. I just had to laugh when I got a look at her face and her come-dripping chin.
After I started to laugh, she smiled. I guess maybe she had been uptight, wondering what I was going to say to her after she had licked me. I didn't have anything bad to say about what she had done. I'd loved it.
"I do want to lick you now," I said to her, and she smiled.
"I hope you're not just saying that because you feel like you have to."
"Ellen, I never do anything that I feel like I have to do. I always do what I want to do. I've wanted to lick you for a long, long time."
She was more than willing to lie back and spread her legs. I moved my mouth right down to her cunt, and as I inhaled, I could smell such a great fragrance. I had never really gotten into smell before. I had always just played with my cunt and got into feel, but I started to realize that smell had a lot to do with sexual turn-ons.
Ellen's cunt was nice and wet, and as I was flicking her clit back and forth, I could feel the way she was getting wetter by the second.
When I drove my tongue deep into her, then started to lick the come off her cunt walls, I got my best taste of her, and it was, indeed, a superb taste.
"Let me lick you while you lick me," the hot brown-haired girl moaned to me, then, and I just slid my body around, and we both rolled onto our sides.
I started to move my cunt right up against her mouth, and as I kept on licking her, she started to flick my clit back and forth.
She worked it over so well with her tongue, her teeth, and her lips, and I could feel the way my body was surging with heat. I started to do things to her that she was doing to me. For instance, when she began to grind her teeth gently against my clit, I did the same thing back to her.
I could tell that it was what she wanted, because she spasmed hard inside, and her juices began to surge into my mouth.
Then, I did to her what I wanted her to do to me. I opened and closed my lips around her clit, while my tongue was flicking back and forth against the very tip of it, and as she did that back to me, I exploded.
We kept working each other over like that, and I knew that we were having ourselves a great time. I also knew that it would be happening again. After all, we were both in our early teens, and we would be friends for years to come.
Neither one of us was guilty when it was over. In fact, we just told each other that this was going to be our secret. Even Geri wouldn't know.
Now there are a lot of girls in junior high schools and high schools who become best friends, and seem to be inseparable. Ellen and I became like that, only we were closer than a lot of the other girls we knew.
I didn't think that anyone would ever say anything about it.
I also had this male friend, who I could call a boyfriend. His name was Seth and he had short curly hair, and the hottest smile. I didn't really go out on dates with him, but I did kind of treat him the way a girl would treat a boyfriend. I thought it would be safer for me, so that no one would guess where my head was really at.
Now Seth and I had been friends for about five years or so, and when I was going to be sixteen, he started to tell me about this great present that he bought for me for my birthday. I love presents. I always have, and probably always will, so when he mentioned that he had this thing for me, I was thrilled.
My parents had planned a huge party for me, but it was an all girl thing. Seth told me that he would come over later that night, and take me for a ride in his new car, so he could give me the present personally.
I knew the party would be over at about nine, so I told him to come by at nine-thirty, and sure enough he was there on the dot.
I had been hoping he would have the present in his hand, you know, so he could give it to me and I could open it before we even went out. But he didn't come to the door with anything, so I assumed it was in the car.
He started the car, and we started to drive. He kept telling me how thrilled I would be when I got this present from him.
He told me that it was the kind of thing that every girl at age sixteen wanted, and should have, and as he was driving, I began to slap his thigh gently, while I was telling him to cut the shit and give me my gift.
I mean, I was getting real frustrated as he kept talking about it. I knew he was doing it to build up my anticipation and all.
He parked the car in this parking lot near a park, where a lot of kids used to go to make out, and I was already getting a little bit suspicious.
Then, he left the motor running, so we had the air conditioner on and the windows up. He also turned the radio on, so we had some music.
Seth had brought a joint with him, and we lit it and started to smoke. I was sitting on the edge of my seat, wondering where this gift he had promised me was, and when he just kept avoiding the issue, I told him that I was going to leave.
"All right," he finally said. 'I'll let you see it now."
And suddenly, he unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out. It was a pretty nice looking dick, and probably would have made a girl happy, if the girl had been into dick.
I was not, and when I saw it, I just started to laugh.
That upset the brown-haired boy, and he slapped me across the face. Now I always thought that I was pretty tough, and I made a move to slap him back. When he grabbed my hand, he started to twist my wrist.
I thought that he was going to break my arm, the way he was twisting it, and I started to groan and protest and beg him to stop. He kept on doing it, until he had my arm twisted behind my back.
Then, he told me to pull my other arm behind my back. I didn't know what he was going to do, and probably would have tried to fight him off if I had had any idea. He suddenly snapped something onto my wrists, and when I turned my head, I saw that my hands had been cuffed. The wrist he had been twisting still ached.
"Seth, what are you doing?" I asked, and he started to laugh.
"I told you that you were going to get something that most girls really want. I should think you want one. I don't think you ever had one. You're always hanging around with Ellen all the time, and she doesn't have one. Or does she?"
The way he said it made me suspect that Seth had some idea of how far my relationship with Ellen had gone. There was no way in hell I would admit to him he was right.
Instead, I just started to tell him that he was absolutely crazy, and that he had no idea of what he was talking about.
He laughed, and then he slapped me across the face again.
"I see you two in school together. I see girls who are close. You know. Girlfriends. As in platonic kind of relationships. Like you and Geri. But when you're with Ellen, you change, Eileen. You're like a whole other person. And the way you two laugh with each other and are always touching each other makes a guy think...."
"You're crazy. Uncuff my hands and I'll forget all about this."
"What's there to forget?" he asked me. "Nothing happened yet. When something happens than you'll have something to forget."
He moved his hand behind my head, and grabbed me by my short brown hair. Then, as he was holding his cock at the base, he yanked my head down to his crotch. I tried to keep turning my head, any way that I could, just to keep my mouth from making contact with his cock shaft, but I guess that was why he was holding his cock shaft, too.
Between guiding my head, and guiding his shaft, he was able to press his cock right against my lips. I kept them clenched shut, gritting my teeth as hard as I possibly could because I didn't want to take his cock in.
"You're going to do it, Eileen," he said. "You're going to blow out the best candle that you'd had so far on your birthday."
Then, he gripped my hair tighter than he had been holding it before, and he yanked so hard that I thought he was going to pull the hair out of my head. As I opened my mouth to scream, he thrust himself up, pushing my head down at the same time.
He was not content with me just taking in part of his cock shaft.
Seth wanted me to have the whole thing in my mouth, and he pushed my head all the way down so that my throat was invaded by that fat cock head.
I had screamed, just a little bit, before the invasion of his penis.
That was when I realized how he had this whole thing planned. That was when it came to me why he had left the car motor on, so the air conditioner was still running, and the windows were pulled up, and the radio was blasting.
It was because he had planned this whole thing, and wanted to make sure that I was not going to try to scream for some kind of help.
I was cuffed. I realized that there was just no way I'd be able to get out of this, unless I tried to play along with him.
"Now use your tongue," he started to say to me. "Use your tongue. Slide it up and down against my pleasure pole. Yeah, that's it, bitch. Keep using your tongue. The more tongue you put into it, the better it feels."
When I flicked my tongue back and forth along the underside of his cock shaft, I could hear him letting out low moans, and I knew that it was doing the trick. His cock started to throb in my mouth a little bit.
I felt the way he was sliding his other hand under my belly, then down my body. He moved it toward my crotch, and unsnapped my pants. I tried to double my body over more, to keep him from being able to move his hand.
He rammed my head all the way down his cock again, with the hand that was holding it, and told me to sit up more.
"You're not going to keep your cunt from me, bitch," he said. "I've been letting you tease my cock for years now. I'm going to get what I want."
I honestly did not know what he meant. I had never though of myself as a cockteaser. Unless he was thinking in the sense of going out with someone and then not putting out. I had never even kissed him heavily on the mouth. Our relationship had been purely platonic and he had never talked about anything more.
So when he talked about me being a cockteaser, it bothered me, as I'd never even made a move to touch his cock, and he'd never asked me to.
I did sit up, however, because I felt more and more helpless by the second, and his raging anger was really scaring the shit out of me.
When I heard him starting to moan a little while later, I could feel his cock throbbing between my lips. I had my lips closed pretty tightly around his cock shaft, and when the shaft throbbed, it was pressing back against my lips.
"I'll let you get a taste of it," he was starting to moan. "I'm not just going to shoot it into your throat. You can taste it."
He had unsnapped my pants, and slid the zipper down. He hadn't pulled them down at all, but as he moved his hand into my panties and felt the wetness there, I could hear him moaning about how good it felt.
Then he rammed a finger into my cunt, and just as he was making me squirm with some pain, I felt his cock shooting come onto my tongue.
Now I think I should clarify something, about my wetness. I was damp in the crotch because I'm usually damp down there, just from the heat of my thighs. That was the wetness he first felt when he started to get his fingers into my panties.
Sliding one into my cunt hurt, however, because my cunt was not at all wet. Being cuffed and forced to suck a dick was not my idea of a turn-on.
He must have really turned himself on as soon as he rammed his fingers into my cunt, because that was when he started to come in my mouth.
I hated it, and I thought about letting it drip down his shaft and land all over his pants. I thought it would be a riot if I got his come all over his pants. He hadn't even bothered to pull them down at the moment-they were just open, snap and zipper.
He was driving his finger in and out of my pussy then, not even thinking about my clit
(perhaps not even knowing about a woman's clit) and it was hurting. He moaned about how he wanted me to drink his come down.
He said that he didn't want to see any on his pants, otherwise he would make me pay for getting his pants all messed up.
So I just kept right on sucking as hard as I could.
And I let the come slide into my throat, trying desperately not to let it linger on my tongue for too long, because the taste would turn me off more than I was. As soon as I was finished sucking out the come, I pulled my head back.
I had tears in my eyes. I know because my vision was blurry, and even though I was sitting a few inches away from him, I couldn't see him clearly.
"You goddamn bastard," I said to him. "I can't stand you."
He slapped me again, not as hard as he had before, but then again, before I didn't have the added wetness on my face. It sure as hell hurt when he slapped me while my own tears were running down my cheeks.
"Eileen, I know you're gonna love it," he said to me, and he was sliding on the floor and trying to move between my legs. "You will love it. I'm going to eat you and make you feel really good about your body."
I tried to keep my ass pressed down against the front seat of the car, so he couldn't pull my pants and panties down, but he still managed to.
Then I tried to keep my legs pressed together, but he grabbed me by the knees and yanked them as wide apart as he possibly could. He moved his mouth down to my cunt and began to blow hot air into me.
That did feel pretty nice, but I was having trouble taking it seriously. It was almost as if Seth thought that blowing up a cunt was a turn-on for the cunt, and though it was for a little while, that was all he seemed to do.
"What do you think this is, a fucking balloon?" I moaned to him. "I want you to do some licking. You can't keep filling me up with your hot air."
He started to use his tongue then, but I could tell that he didn't really like the way my cunt tasted. I could hear him gagging a little bit, trying to act like he was enjoying it, but still giving himself away.
When he felt my clit with his tongue, he started to wiggle it back and forth, and I really did wonder if he knew what it was. For those few moments, my cunt was feeling really nice, but he didn't keep it going long enough.
He started to blow his hot air into me again, just when I would have wanted sucking.
Now I did think about telling him the right thing to do, thinking that as long as he was keeping me bound, and slave-like, I was going to have to let him fuck me. But I decided to let him do it all on his own.
I was not going to give him directions when he was, for all purposes, raping me.
I felt myself getting a little wet, and then I noticed that his body was shaking a little bit, at least one of his arms, and I looked down.
He had his fist wrapped around his dick, and he was jerking himself.
He wasn't hard yet, but I knew that he was trying to get himself hard. I closed my eyes and began to think about Ellen a little bit. I knew that Ellen was a much better cunt-eater than Seth was, and knew I could probably destroy his ego if I told him that.
Even when Ellen had licked me the first time, she was better than Seth was during his first and only time. And Ellen had improved with time, too.
Thinking about Ellen was starting to turn me on, and when I came, I yelled out for him to suck, and heard and felt him doing it.
I think that he didn't know what was hitting him. My juices surged into his mouth and I could hear the way he was trying to keep from gagging. His cock was still not hard and I sensed that he might never get hard, if he kept eating my cunt.
Seth must have sensed the same thing, because after that, he just pulled his mouth away from me, then pulled my legs up on the front car seat, so I was lying flat across the seat. He climbed right on top of my body.
I felt him press his limp dick against my cunt patch and my cunt lips, and he did force my legs open so he was between them. He started to kiss me on the lips and on the ear, and he was thrusting up and down between my legs.
I felt his cock stiffening almost instantly. It was as if the heat from between my legs was rushing through his body and turning him on, getting him hard, which was something he hadn't been able to do while eating me and tugging on himself.
When he was fully hard, he pulled his groin up a little, then aimed his cock at my cunt lips, then rammed himself right into me with one hard thrust. Luckily, I had no hymen, but even then there was still a lot of pain.
Ellen had never spread my cunt so wide, so deep, and that was really what was hurting me more than anything else. His cock had just stretched my cunt lips much wider than they wanted to be stretched, and it was painful.
Inside, it was even worse. I felt like there was a burning stake inside of my cunt.
Seth was moaning and panting so loud, that he didn't even seem to care about the fact that I was crying uncontrollably, and believe me, I really didn't want to cry. I wanted to try and be as strong as I possibly could.
But the pain was unbearable, and he kept right on thrusting.
The moment he was in me it burned, and he never really rested for me to try and get used to the thickness of his dick in my cunt.
As he kept thrusting, however, he was turning himself on more and more, and when he started to come, it was something of a relief.
I was sure that his cock was going limp inside of me after he came, and I was looking forward to that moment.
It hurt as his cock throbbed, because he was thick enough as it was.
But he stayed hard inside of me. When he kept right on thrusting, and it seemed like he was not going to lose his hard-on, I wanted to die. I started to open my mouth and I kept right on screaming into his ear the whole time.
I told him that he was raping me and he would be in big trouble for it. I told him that I hated him for cuffing me the way that he had, and that I was going to tell the cops what he had done to me. Then he sneered.
"I'll just tell your mother that you're a dyke," he said to me.
"What? What the hell are you talking about, you jerk-off?"
"You're a fucking dyke, honey, and I know it. I just wanted to be able to tell myself that I had tried to turn a dyke into a straight girl. But I guess I can't."
"If you think that, then pull out of me, you bastard."
"I don't think it. I know it. And I still have a hard-on so I sure as hell am not going to pull out of you. Not until I come again."
It took him so long to come that third time, and I just closed my eyes and tried to think about Ellen, but it was hard, because of the pain.
I don't even remember him coming that third time, because I was just not concentrating on the feeling of his dick inside of me.
Instead, I was almost passed out. I remember him slapping me and kind of waking me up, then telling me to pull up my clothes. I realized at some point or other he must have uncuffed me, and when I asked him about it, he laughed.
"Uncuffed you? I don't know what you're talking about. I never cuffed you."
"You goddamn liar," I said to him. "You had my hands cuffed."
And he denied it, even though I had red rings around my wrists from those cuffs. I never went out with that scumbag again.
In fact, I never made it with a man again, until Herbie came along. Then he had his friends get both me and Sheila.
Sheila. That blonde is the hottest fucking bitch I ever met.
I can honestly say that my life was going nowhere until I met her. I mean, I did college, where Ellen and I went our separate ways, and I got a job coaching and teaching, and even started to study medicine just for a kick. I had a few lovers here and there, and then one day at a bar, I met Sheila. And this is the part of the story she'll probably start to read from, that vain lesbian.
CHAPTER TWO
All right, Sheila, here it comes, the part you've been waiting for. That bitch actually snatched Part One from my hands and read it, and then complained that I hadn't really devoted any part of my writing to her. So here it comes, lover.
I will always remember that night you walked into the bar.
I had just moved down to live with Mom in Florida for a while, because I couldn't hack the city (not to mention the fact that I couldn't afford to live in the city) and had gotten a job doing some shit, just to make spending money.
I had been going to a few bars, but they were all boring, and Ellen, who had been in Florida for a few days visiting, had just left, so there was really no one close who I could go out and party with.
Then you walked into the bar. I know I was high, but the moment you stepped in and you seemed to radiate all over the place, I decided that I was going to have to go and talk to you. First, I wanted to pull it together. Nothing is as sloppy and turn-offish as a drunken dyke. So I took a few deep breaths to clear my head.
Then I walked over to you and asked you if I could buy you a drink. I smiled and you seemed to pick up on my cruise.
Soon we were sitting at the bar and we started to talk. I'll never forget the way you just came out and told me about Herbie.
"Do you know what?"., you asked me. "I'm a married woman, and my husband is out of town for the weekend. Can you believe it? Some women would go out looking for another man, but tonight I decided to come out and look for another woman."
"Come out?" I asked, picking up on those words. "Come out?"
"Well, I've had a few other affairs with women, before I married Herbie, and they were pretty good. It was a lot of fun."
(I can't keep referring to you in the second person, Sheila. It's slowing me down. Sorry, darling, but from now on, you're Sheila, and not 'you.')
Sheila smiled when she was saying that, and she started to lick her lips. I could see the way her tits were heaving up and down in her loose fitting blouse, and it was quite obvious that she had nothing on underneath.
After we finished our first drink, she asked if she could buy me a second one.
I never turn down an offer when someone wants to buy me a drink.
"You know," Sheila said then, and I had a feeling it was all set up. "I have a shitload of booze back in my apartment. It would be such a waste of money to buy more booze here when we can go to my house."
"Without Herbie?" I asked, just to make sure, and she nodded.
See, I didn't have any desire to make it with a man at the time. I did notice the way Sheila seemed to perk up at the mention of her husband's name. I should have realized something about her then-like the fact that she was somewhat subservient to her husband.
I followed her in my car, though I wished I could have been sitting next to her, lapping away at her pussy as we were driving back to her place. I wondered if she could concentrate on driving with a tongue up her cunt.
I was sure that my skilled tongue, which had licked many a woman, would have drove her to new heights, so that we would have ended up hitting a tree or something, but that thought did not turn me off completely. Because Sheila turned me on.
When she pulled up in front of this house, I couldn't get over it. You could tell that whoever lived in this place had some money. She could see the look of surprise on my face as I stepped out of my car.
She walked toward the front door and opened it. I couldn't get over how lovely the whole place looked. The moment the door was closed, she moved right over to me and kissed me real hard on the lips, pressing me back against the door.
As she started to lift a knee to grind it between my legs, I could feel the way my pussy was starting to get hotter and hotter.
She began to grind her knee there real hard, and I had to pull away.
"Uh, isn't there anywhere around here where we could be more comfortable?" I asked her, and she started to smile.
"You go and strip and wait by the pool. I'm going to bring out a tray with some ice, some glasses, and some luscious booze."
"You got yourself a deal," I said, and we walked to the kitchen. She opened the sliding door so I could see the outdoor pool and hot tub. I walked right out and didn't even hesitate when it came to stripping.
Suddenly, the Jacuzzi motors went on in the tub, and I turned and saw her standing by the door, looking at me. I could tell that she was hot for me-she could not take her eyes off my bared pussy or tits.
I walked right over to the hot tub and climbed in. I sat facing the outside, and positioned myself so that the water was rushing right up my pussy. That massaging water felt so fucking great as it rushed into me, and I could feel my clit tingling and my cunt getting wetter and wetter by the second.
So that by the time Sheila came out, I was really quite hot. She carried me a drink, while holding one for herself, and then she stripped and climbed into the hot tub.
"Let me taste you, Eileen," the lovely blonde said to me, and she told me to sit on the edge of the tub so that she could get to my cunt.
As I did, I spread my legs real wide, then felt her moving her mouth there. She inhaled deeply, then drove her tongue into my pussy. As she started to flick my clit back and forth, I could feel the way my whole body surged with heat.
"Wow, I have a skilled mouth," she said, pulling her mouth away for a second, then resuming her hot cunt licking. I had to laugh.
I guess she thought that she had created that surging wetness inside of me. I didn't want to bring her down and let her know that the Jacuzzi massaging motor had done that. Why let her know something like that? (Only now she does!)
I began to thrust my cunt up and down against her mouth, and I didn't even start to play with her body then. I just stroked her shoulder-length blonde hair, and rubbed her shoulders a little bit. I started to apply some of the massage techniques I had picked up in college, and sure enough, it worked.
"Oh, Eileen, you have such magic fingers," she said to me. "How about giving me a nice massage. We even have a table I can pull out."
I didn't really know if I wanted to get into that, but Sheila seemed too high on the idea of it, that I nodded my head. I thought it would be fun. Besides, I told myself, this could be the kind of massage where I would massage more than her outer body.
I had her pussy in mind, though I realized that even before I'd guide my fingers toward her cunt, I would still have her tits to work over.
She pulled out the table, and then she started to climb on top of it. She lay on her stomach, so I didn't have her tits to massage right away. I started with her shoulders, and as I was doing some back slaps, I leaned over and licked her buttocks.
"Oooh, that feels good," she moaned softly. "I love it."
After I licked her buttocks I started to knead their flesh through my fingers, and I was doing it pretty rough. See, I figured that if this woman was married, and had a man making love to her quite often, she was probably used to being treated rough.
Maybe I was right. She seemed to like it when I pulled on her flesh hard. I know that if I was the one being massaged, I would have told the masseuse to ease up.
After I had done her back, and the back of her legs, I told her to roll over.
When she did, she spread her legs much more than a woman should to get a massage, and one look let me know why she had done it. I could see how wet her red slit was. She had been getting quite turned on during the massage.
I started to do her arms and the front of her shoulders, and even the front parts of her legs. Then I moved my mouth down to one of her tits, and started to suck hard on her stiff red nipple. I couldn't get over the way it throbbed in my mouth, and I kept opening and closing my lips around that stiff dart.
I pinched the other one, real hard, and I heard her moan when I did that.
Then, as I was biting gently into one, I let my fingers slide down her flat white belly, through her blonde patch, to her cunt lips. I didn't even have to thrust my fingers into her. All I had to do was touch her cunt lips.
The second I did that, she thrust herself up, and her cunt slid up around my fingers, so that I was even pretty deep inside of her.
Being a dyke who prefers the clitoral orgasm over the vaginal one, I made sure to concentrate on her clit. I was wiggling it back and forth quite firmly, and when I could get a good hold on it, I started to pinch it.
The harder I pinched it, the more turned on I was getting. I mean, her cunt was spasming hard as I pinched her clit, and when I turn on a woman, I turn on myself.
After a few more seconds, I just had to move my mouth down. I was not tired of licking her nipples, but I knew that I would be able to turn her on even more if I started to lick her clit, so I moved my mouth down.
Sheila really did want it. She spread her legs so fucking willingly, that there was no doubt in my mind that I could climb up on that table. But I decided to make her come to me a little bit, just as a kind of test.
I positioned myself at the foot of the table, and she knew where I was. I tried to lean forward as much as I could, to get my mouth to her cunt. When she looked down and realized that she was not close enough, she did slide toward me.
Once again, like with my fingers, I really didn't have a chance to dive into her cunt with my tongue. The second my tongue was pressed against her cunt lips, she thrust herself right up, so that I just sunk into her.
She started to thrust her cunt up and down against my tongue, and though I liked the fact that she was turning herself on, I wanted her to stop. I pressed my hand on her cunt mound, and pushed down, real hard.
"Hey, Sheila, you don't have to fuck my face. I really do know what I'm doing. I want to lick your cunt. So just keep your ass on the table, and let me do something. You'll see that it can really make you feel hot. Relax."
Of course, it did cross my mind that maybe she had to thrust herself up and down against her husband's face in order to turn herself on, because maybe Herbie didn't really know about the right ways to lick a cunt.
Maybe she had to fuck her cunt against his tongue to get turned on orally.
But she didn't have to do that with me. I started to slide my tongue into her cunt, and then slid it up under her clit. I pulled her clit out from between her lips and pressed my whole mouth down against it.
I started to open and close my lips around it, inhaling and exhaling deeply so that the air flow was at a constant change. I heard the way she was moaning really loud, and I felt her cream suddenly surge.
I sucked hard and it was all moving into my mouth, which was real hot.
Then Sheila sat up more and slid her hands to my tits. She cupped both of my naked tits, pressing her palms against my nipples, and sliding her fingers closed around my nipples so that she was pinching them.
I did tell her to ease up a little bit when she started to pinch them too hard, and once again I had the feeling that she was into some sort of rough play, perhaps because she was married to a man, and most men are rough.
Whether they want to admit it or not, most men like to be rough. And even if they don't really think they are, and think they like to be gentle, their version of gentle is really not the same as most women's.
I told Sheila that I liked my nipples pinched a little bit, but certainly not as hard as she was doing it, and she nodded her head. She even made some remark about the last woman she had been with saying the same thing.
So I guess she realized that she had to tone herself down a few levels on the rough scale, when it came to being with a woman.
She pulled my mouth away from her cunt then, and kissed me real hard. I slid my fingers back into her and started to play with her some more.
But she just jumped off the massage table, and ran to the pool, then jumped right in and started to do some laps. I dove into the pool and cooled myself off.
A little bit later, we were up in her room. Herbie was away for-the next two days, so she knew that he was not going to be home.
They had a huge bed, where four people could easily have slept comfortably, but Sheila and I just snuggled together in the middle, and rubbed our cunts.
We kissed each other, and ran our hands up and down each other's body. She had managed to get back into the gentle kind of stroking, and was no longer pulling at my flesh hard enough to make it hurt instead of feel good. In fact, her kissing was starting to really make my mind spin around like crazy.
Soon we were eating each other out, and that has always been my most favorite thing to do with a woman, dating back to that first time with Ellen. It's just so wonderful to eat a cunt while your cunt is being eaten.
Sometimes, you get the feeling that you're really eating your own pussy, because if you do the kind of things we did-licking the woman the way you want to be licked so that she picks up on it and licks back-you can make yourself come so hard.
At one point, I told Sheila that I felt like her cunt was mine, and she just laughed it off and told me that I was really nuts. The woman was on to something.
That night, I slept with Sheila in her and her husband's bed.
When I woke up the next morning, she was still sleeping soundly. The sun was shining through the window, and I found it almost impossible to go back to sleep. So I go out of the bed quietly, so as not to wake her.
Then I went into the bathroom to brush my teeth, always a first in the morning.
As I finished doing that, I sat down to take my morning pee. That was when I noticed the thing hanging on back of the bathroom door.
I had just closed the door slightly to do my teeth, and all the way as I sat down to pee, o the leather whip that was hanging on back of the door was still moving back and forth. I reached up to stop its swaying motion.
When I felt the leather, I liked it. I had never really gotten into leather before, and I thought about Sheila out there.
I wondered if she and Herbie were into something kinky. I wondered if she let her husband use that leather whip on her.
I knew that I was going to have to ask her. Just then, I heard her calling my name from the bedroom. I told her I was in the bathroom, and I'd be right out. I knew she was up, and I guess I do like to be playful.
When I finished peeing, I took the leather whip. I stepped out of the bathroom, holding my hands behind my back. As I walked toward her, I could see the way she was sitting up, her huge tits looking so perky this morning.
My mouth was watering a little bit, and I could tell that she was pretty hot, too. I wonder if all women wake up horny in the morning. So far, all the women I've ever met in my life, love an orgasm before getting out of bed.
"What do you have behind your back?" she asked me then.
"I'm not going to tell you," I joked with her. "You're going to have to guess what it is that I have back here."
"Come on, Eileen, I don't like to play guessing games in the morning."
"All right then. I have this," I said, and I pulled it out, then pulled it back and lashed it out at her as gently as I could.
It hit her flesh, and made a nice cracking sound. I knew that I could not have hurt her. I mean, I know my own strength and I know that I did not put too much into the way I lashed the whip out at her.
Nevertheless, she started to cry hysterically. I didn't mean to make her cry, and I really felt like shit when I saw her sobbing.
I moved right over to the bed, and got down on my knees next to her.
I started to try and kiss her, but she kept turning away. I kept telling her how sorry I was, and then, I sucked her nipple between my lips. She was still crying, though she was getting turned on at the same time.
She told me to pull my mouth away from her tit, and I did. I moved it right to her pussy before she could stop me, and started to lick her there. I thrust my tongue in and out of her cunt as gently as I could.
For a few more seconds, Sheila tried to fight it. She told me that I was horrible to have done something like that to her. She told me that she didn't think she could ever forgive me for doing something like that.
She stopped talking a few minutes later, when she started to get into her orgasm more and more, and I was glad about that. I felt her starting to thrust her cunt up and down against my face, and I kept licking and sucking eagerly.
I brought Sheila off with my mouth again that morning, and saw to it that she had herself one of the greatest orgasms of her life. I really wanted to make up for what I had done to her, though I was still somewhat confused. I mean, I didn't think that it was the worst thing in the world. And the whip had been there in the bathroom.
Later that morning, over breakfast, she started to talk more honestly.
She had made one of the best breakfasts I'd ever had. That woman really was a housewife, through and through. She liked to cook and clean. It was easy to tell by the way the house looked, and the way she cooked.
When she talked about her relationship with Herbie, I could tell that things were not too terrific. Then she mentioned the whip.
"See, he bought it a few months back when he started to change. Let me tell you that I never really thought of myself as a lesbian for a long time. I still don't like to think of myself as one. But I do like women."
"Which is quite obvious, from what we did last night."
"Well, I also like Herbie. I get turned on when he fucks me. He's a good looking man, and he treats me better than most men have treated me. Until a few months ago. We went to see this porn movie. Do you like them? Well, I don't, but Herbie does, so we went. And there was this film about a man who has female slaves.
"Herbie really got into it. He said that the movie showed women the way that they should be. He said that men go out and make the money, so women should be the slaves to the men. At least women who are married and are being supported by their husbands."
"What about the women who also go out and work?" I asked her, and she shrugged her shoulders, and then started to laugh.
"We didn't really talk about that. Anyway, a few days after the movie, he bought this whip, and tried to use it on me. Actually, he did use it on me, only he hit me ten times as hard as you hit me a while ago. It really hurt like hell. And I hated him for it.
"Look, it's sometimes hard enough for me to take his cock in. So when he does a number like that on me, it makes things even harder to handle. That's why, when you hit me, I just kind of freaked out. I hadn't expected it from you."
"Then you don't have to worry, because I'll never hit you again," I said, and then I playfully slapped her face.
It was just for a laugh, and luckily, she didn't take it seriously.
I spent the next few hours at her house, and then I left. Just as I was getting ready to leave, and she was standing near my car, she slipped me her phone number.
"Do call again," she said to me. "I would really like it."
"What about Herbie?" I asked her.
"I'll just have to tell him you're a friend of mine. It's okay. Really. And you know, maybe one weekend you can come over for a barbecue."
"You, me, and Herbie?" I asked her, and she nodded.
And I didn't think too much of it until a week later, when she called me. She had gotten my Mom's name from the phone book, so knew where to reach me. She asked me if I would come over for a barbecue, and I did.
Herbie was kind of hot for me, I could tell, but I was not hot for him. He was a handsome man, for sure, but I was not into men, and though he never came out and suggested a threesome, we did start to do some massaging, which could have led to other things.
But it didn't. In fact, nothing happened with Herbie until the next time.
CHAPTER THREE
When Sheila called me the night that I went over there, I could tell that she was a little bit upset about something. I asked her what was so urgent, and though I could kind of sense that she wanted to tell me, she didn't.
"Please, just come over here and we can talk," she told me.
So I hopped into my car and went on over. I didn't even know if her blond-haired husband was going to be there. She hadn't mentioned him. And it was a weekend, and Herbie sometimes went out of town on business during weekends.
When I got there, she was waiting at the door. The moment I got out of my car, she ran over to me. She was wearing a T-shirt, and it was so long that it went down past her cunt. I didn't think she had anything on underneath.
"Sheila, now what the hell is going on here?" I asked her.
"It's Herbie," she told me. "He found out about us. Come on in and we'll have a drink and talk. He found out about us and got real upset."
"Maybe I shouldn't come in," I said to her, but I could tell how desperate she was to have me in the house with her.
When we went in, there was no one in the living room, where we sat. Sheila started to tell me that Herbie had suspected things when I was invited over to the barbecue. Then he just kept asking her if anything had happened.
Then, the other night in bed, he'd started to twist her arm, and he didn't really seem to want to stop, until she confessed. Once she did, he wanted to know .every single intimate detail about what had gone on between us.
When she told me this, I couldn't believe it. I asked her why she hadn't tried to be stronger, and not give in to him, but she broke into tears.
Then, suddenly, I heard Herbie's voice. I looked over toward the stairs, and he was starting to walk down the stairs, slowly. He had his hand behind his back.
"The reason she broke in was because I threatened to break her arms," he said to me. "And she knew that I would. And the reason I was so upset, dear Eileen, is not because she made it with you, another woman.
"God, it's easy for me to handle that. So fucking easy. It's because she made it with you and didn't tell me about it. Did it behind my back. And you know why? Because she really does have some feeling for you."
"Well then, why don't you two get a divorce?" I asked him.
"Why don't you eat my wife's pussy so I can see what you do to make her so hot?" he asked me, and I was about to tell him that he had to be kidding, when he pulled his arm out from behind his back, and showed me what he was holding.
Herbie had a small pistol in his hand, and he was aiming it at me.
Now no one had ever pulled a gun on me in my life, and I was scared shitless. As I looked up at Sheila, she just shrugged her shoulders. Then, with some fear in her voice, she told me to do as he told me.
It was as if she was the most obedient slave wife in the world, willing to do whatever her husband wanted to do. She slowly lifted her ass up off the couch where she had been sitting, and pulled her T-shirt up over her head.
She was wearing nothing on underneath. She spread her legs, then stroked my hair.
"Come on, Eileen, do what Herbie told you to do. Please."
"Herbie can go suck his own dick," I said to her, and then I heard a clicking sound and looked over as he was touching something on the gun.
Now I don't know too much about guns, but it seemed like he was really getting ready to fire. And he looked a little bit crazed.
So, rather than have him blow my brains out, I moved my mouth down to her cunt and began to lick her. I wasn't into it as much as I usually could get into it, only because the one main thing running through my body was fear.
But I did start to slide my tongue in and out of her cunt, and I was concentrating on her clit. I licked it the way I knew she liked it best, and then I could hear the way she was gagging around something.
As I looked up at her, I saw how she was sliding her lips up and down her husband's hard dick. He was standing up behind the couch, moving his cock to her mouth.
Then, I saw him pulling at her arms. He pulled them both up over her head, and pulled a thick leather strap out of his pocket. He started to bind her wrists together, thrusting in and out of her mouth still.
Now I haven't seen too many hard dicks in my life, butt his seemed like it was quite the huge cock. Maybe it's because Sheila is a small boned woman, and even has a small face and mouth. But his dick looked enormous sliding in and out of her mouth.
As he thrust it all the way in, I could hear her gagging a little bit around his shaft. Then he pulled back and she inhaled deeply, to take in some more air.
"You just keep on eating her," he said to me, and he aimed the gun at me. With him that close, I was more than willing to follow his orders. I mean, I was scared shitless in a way, and didn't want to tick him off.
At one point, I saw the way he pulled his cock out of her mouth. While he still held her hair, he started to slap her across the face with his dick. He held himself at the base, and smashed his cock back and forth.
"Yeah, baby, you love having some dyke eat your cunt, don't you? And look how eager she is. Yeah, a good cunt-licking dyke. And your pussy is so hot that you don't even mind it when I fuck your face real hard."
He rammed himself back into her mouth, and just then, I heard the way she started to gag around his cock. I could see some white cream sliding out of the corners of her mouth, and I knew that he was coming hard.
When he pulled his cock out of her mouth, he looked less crazed than he had been a few minutes back, but less than insane is still nuts.
He yanked her right over the back of the couch, pulling her away from me. As I stood up, he held the gun on me, then gave me an order to undress. At first, I thought that I was not going to do it.
But he was waving that gun up and down, and he was really scaring me, especially because his finger never seemed to leave the trigger.
I started to take off my clothing, and as I did, I could see his dick bobbing up and down. He had left it hanging out of his pants, and I guess my body was turning him on. After all, it was a new female body for him.
"Now get over here and suck my dick," he said to me.
"No, Herbie. Now this is going too far. I'm not going to do that."
"I'll blow your fucking brains all over this room if you don't get on your knees and suck my dick. You like licking her cunt. Now do something for me."
He spoke with such forceful anger, that I felt my knees starting to shake. I knew that I was going to have to do what he said.
As I got on my knees, he moved his cock to my mouth. Luckily, he wasn't fully hard, because if he had been, I would have choked when he thrust it in all the way. As he started to thrust his cock in and ou of my mouth, he was leaning over my body.
All I could smell was his crotch-his cock and balls, and it was an odor that I had really never gotten used to. Having it forced upon me the way it was, I still was not getting used to that odor.
He started to hold my hair as he was thrusting. Then, he pulled my arms behind my back, and as I struggled, I felt him binding my wrists together.
As he finished tying them, and I tried to pull my hands free with a great deal of desperation and despair, he stood up and took a step back. He started to look down into my blue eyes, and he was laughing.
"Now you two are ready," he said to me. "Now we have two bitch slaves, who are going to be punished for their lesbian sins."
I had no idea of what he was talking about. He started to strip off the rest of his clothing, and then he walked toward the kitchen. I asked Sheila if she knew what was going on. She nodded her head yes. But when questioned, she would not tell me.
Suddenly, I heard the sounds of a few male voices. I looked toward the entrance from the living room to the kitchen, and saw about five men, Herbie included, walking into the living room. They were all naked, and a few were wet, leading me to believe that they had been swimming in the pool out back.
I saw that at least two of them, both with black hair, were hard as rocks, and hung.
"Now, I have my wife's lover here, and she knows that she's done the wrong thing. I'll let them show you what they do to each other."
Then, Herbie walked over to Sheila. He yanked hard on her hair, and he pushed her down onto the floor, on her side. As he came over to me, I sensed what he wanted to do, and at first, I tried to pull away.
I knew he wanted us to go down on each other so that the horny men could watch. But when I tried to resist, he just pulled hard on my hair. After that initial pain, I moved toward Sheila, much more willingly.
I even lay down on my side, though it was hard to manipulate myself, with my hands pulled behind my back the way that they were.
"Now lick her," he said, and I felt the leather whip rip into my back.
I couldn't believe how hard he had hit me. I started to lick Sheila's cunt right then and there, and I closed my eyes tight. She moved her mouth to my cunt, and I felt the way she slid her tongue up and down against my cunt lips, then drove her tongue in.
It felt real good when she began to lick my clit. I felt my whole body starting to surge with heat, and I knew one thing that helped me get into it, at least for a short while. I was blocking out the crowd of men in the room.
I knew that they were all friends of Herbie's, and he had invited them over so that they could participate in the punishment. When none of them were talking I just stopped thinking about them, and concentrated on Sheila's cunt.
But after a few minutes of cunt-licking, Herbie was making comments.
"Yeah, look at her, with her short dyke hair and her long dyke tongue. Never saw me shove my tongue in so deep when I eat Sheila. That's because I'm no dyke."
He brought me out of my sexual high, and I wanted to tell him that the reason he never shoved his tongue in so deep was because he probably didn't know his ass from his face when it came to eating cunt and turning a woman on.
But he had the whip, and when I looked at him, he smiled.
"Yes? What is it that you want to say to me?" he asked, and I knew that if I said something like that, he would lash me.
So I didn't say anything. I just kept right on eating her.
Then, he moved a foot between us, and kicked her in the stomach, so that she rolled on her back and was away from me.
"Al right, guys, the punishment is on," he said to them.
Suddenly, two men were moving right near Sheila. I saw them slide her a few more feet away from me, and then one of them rammed his cock right into her cunt, and started to thrust his way in and out of her, fast and hard.
Meanwhile, the other man was moving his cock to her mouth. He aimed it right at her lips and then he rammed his dick in. He rammed himself in as deep as he possibly could and she seemed to choke on that cock.
I hated watching them do that to her, and didn't even think about myself until it was too late. Suddenly, I felt a man moving between my legs, not into me as yet, but lifting me up off the carpeted floor.
He was on his knees. He had reddish-brown hair, a hairy chest, and luckily his dick was not super thick, though it was long. I started to scream as he began to rub his cock near my cunt lips, and I looked at Herbie.
"Please, tell him not to do this," I said to him.
"Oh, come on, I've met dykes before who don't like men too much, but you don't strike me as being that kind of a dyke. You strike me as being the kind who likes men. So let a man like you right back. Fuck her, Stan."
And then, this man named Stan, rammed his cock right into me. I was wet from Sheila's having eaten me, but I was still not prepared for this dick. I started to freak out a little bit, because even though I had never had nightmares about what happened with Seth, all of that started to come back to me.
I really began to hate men, and felt like the kind of dyke Herbie had just been talking about. I mean, there it was, my second experience with a man, and like the first, I was not only bound, but being forced to take in the cock.
He thrust in and out of me real fast and hard, while another man moved his cock right over to my mouth. I started to use my teeth on that dick, purposely. I didn't bite into it, though I knew I could have.
Instead, I just acted like my mouth was open as wide as it could be, so that he didn't think my teeth were grazing against his dick on purpose, and because of that, he just pulled his cock out of my mouth. He told Herbie why he had.
Herbie didn't even try to fuck my face. I thought that he would have wanted to see if he could rip my jaw open more to get his dick in.
"Well, if she can't open her mouth wide enough to take a dick, we're just going to have her pussy to play with. Too bad for her."
Then the man in my cunt started to throb really hard. I groaned, and when I looked over at Sheila, I could see that she was sucking her cock eagerly. She didn't seem to be having much fun getting fucked. At least she wasn't thrusting herself up and down against the cock in her pussy.
When the man in her cunt started to come, then pulled out, there was another man to take that one's place. Then, as Stan started to come in my pussy, I could see Herbie standing right over me, naked as a jaybird.
He was sliding his hand up and down his own cock, and from the angle that I was at, looking up at his dick, I could kind of see his huge balls bouncing up and down.
He started to smile, then told me that when Stan was finished, he was going to fuck my hot pussy. He said that he deserved to fuck it.
"We'll keep it all in the family," he moaned softly. "You made it with my wife and I'll make it with you. It should be hot."
I was really scared, because his dick was quite large. In fact, it was bigger than any of the others, as far as thickness went, and thickness was the thing that scared me the most. Stan did start to pull out.
Then Herbie got on his knees between my legs. He moved his lips to mine, but I didn't even suck on his tongue. I just lay there, almost acting like a dead person.
He rammed his cock into my cunt and I had to bite my lower lip to keep from screaming. I felt his groin slapping against my hips each time that he thrust into me, and when he throbbed, it really started to hurt.
Then he started to shoot his load into me. Luckily it wasn't such a long fuck. In fact, the first round for most of the men was pretty short, because I guess they had all been turning themselves on while watching us.
You know, jerking themselves, but holding back from coming.
So when they fucked us, either my cunt, or Sheila's cunt or mouth, they were not able to hold back too long, at least for the first orgasm.
The thing was, all of them were able to get it hard again after they had come the first time, and when I realized that we had to go another round, I knew that I was probably going to pass out. I was already feeling enough pain.
When I did wake up, many hours later, I was no longer bound. My hands were free, and as I sat up in bed, I saw where I was.
I was in bed with Herbie and Sheila. He was sleeping in the middle, and his cock was standing up quite rigidly. I could see a huge smile on his face. She was sleeping on the other side of him, so I couldn't wake her without waking him.
I knew what I wanted to do. I slid out of the bed and walked downstairs. I wanted to see if I had been fantasizing, or if it had been real. Sure enough, the gun was sitting on the living room table, and there were two leather straps there, also.
I walked back up to the bedroom with the leather straps, and as he still slept, I pulled his hands up over his head. I bound his wrists together, then tied the end of the leather to the bedpost, real securely.
I wrapped the other strap around his hard cock and balls. That was what woke him up. When he did wake up, he started to scream.
He couldn't believe that I had tied him up like that. His screaming woke Sheila up, and I asked her if she wanted to leave the house with me. I told her that she didn't have to continue being his wife-slave.
When he protested, I slapped him across the face, then yanked on the leather strap that was wrapped, around his hard cock shaft. I know that it hurt him when I tugged on the strap, but I also know that I didn't give a shit if I hurt him or not.
And that was how I got Sheila to come live with me. Mom doesn't seem to mind too much, and Sheila and I are having a good time. But now, read this, Sheila.
I know you want to go back to Herbie, so whenever you want to go, you're free to leave me and resume your life as a slave-wife. Of course, we'll no longer see each other, but that's okay. We've both got our lives to lead.
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SHOW NO MERCY!
CHAPTER ONE
I'll always remember that night when Bob came home late from work. He had called me at about five-fifteen minutes before he normally left the office-and told me that he had to work late. I started in on him.
"Bob, I made your favorite dinner tonight. I spent all day in the kitchen making it, and it just won't wait until tomorrow."
"Just stick it in the freezer, Roni. Just get off my case."
"But Bob, please, I know that you can usually do a lot of work at home and...."
"This is something that I can't do at home. Now stop bitching."
I had realized, even before that call, that things weren't going too well between the two of us. We had been married seven years, and I think that he was starting to get the seven-year-itch. I had noticed the way his eyes would stray when we would go out together. He could not keep his eyes off other women.
I was getting a little bit tired of him myself, though I did love him, and felt like I had to keep the marriage working.
Bob was not the only man I had been with in my life. I had led a pretty free life while I was growing up and lost my virginity at a young age. It s not even worth going into, because it has nothing to do with anything else. Besides, when I met Bob, I fell in love instantly, and wanted him to make love to me, because I was sure that as long as I had such strong feelings for the man, the sex would be good.
And he was very tender and loving that first time we made it. I know a lot of it had to do with the fancy dinner I'd prepared in my apartment, the champagne, and the cocaine that he had brought along for dessert.
His brown hair was combed neatly, and his top shirt button was open, revealing some of the thick hairs that covered his chest.
When he started to kiss me on the lips, I felt his hands running through my shoulder length black hair, and when he thrust his tongue into my mouth, I sucked on it real hard.
Bob didn't even have to ask me to move my hand to his crotch.-I was so eager to feel how big he was, that I slid my hand right down. As I ran my fingers up and down the length of the bulge, I was quite impressed.
I knew that I was dealing with a man who was quite hung.
I pulled him right out of his pants, and he even laughed about what an eager young girl I was. That was when I decided to let him know that I was no virgin, and he just laughed about that and told me that he knew.
"No girl who's a virgin attacks a man the way you do. But I like it."
Once he said that, I thought nothing of attacking his dick. I pulled his pants open and then yanked them down to his ankles. I looked at his hard cock, the tip of which was bobbing up and down against his shirt tails.
I slid onto the floor between his legs and aimed his cock down at my mouth. I slid my lips all the way down his shaft, pressing the lower lip so that it was against his balls, and the upper lip against his cock hairs.
I loved the feeling of heat between his legs, and loved the look on his face as I was holding his cock as deep into my mouth as I could.
I would learn, later, that Bob liked to get naked when he was having sex. That first time, as I was sucking his cock, he started to unbutton his shirt. When it was open all the way he just pulled it off and threw it to one side.
Then he started to run his hands along the front of my blouse. He was moaning about how good it felt as I was sucking him.
I wore no bra. My tits are not that large, and never have been. (I've always thought that if I got pregnant, my tits would get bigger, but I've had no luck getting pregnant.)
He started to pinch at my nipples, and that really turned me on. The more he pinched, the more my whole body started to tingle.
Then he thrust up and down, sliding his cock in and out of my mouth. I knew that he was going to fuck my face until he came.
As his cock started to throb, I flicked my tongue up and down along the underside of the shaft, harder and faster, and I knew that he couldn't hold back for more than a few seconds. He exploded in my mouth, the come shooting onto my tongue.
I was glad that he came on my tongue. I always loved the taste of come, and being as turned on as I was by this man, I wanted to take in the full flavor of his cream. I swallowed it very slowly, letting it slide down my throat.
I kept him in my mouth for a real long time, because I wanted to keep him hard. He did start to lose some blood from his shaft, but he never went completely limp. He did pull my mouth away from his cock, too.
He kissed me on the lips, and then he lifted me up a little bit more, and told me to lie back on the couch, so he could show me what he could do. First, he fed me a little more nose candy (cocaine, for those who don't know) so I was flying high.
Then, after he tooted two spoons of coke, too, he started to unbutton my blouse. When he looked at my naked tits, he let out a low and pleasing moan, and that turned me on. I had been hoping he would like small tits.
He moved his mouth down to one, and managed to suck the whole thing between his lips, wrapping them around my tit mound while his tongue was making flicking contact with my nipple. I felt my nipple throbbing like crazy.
He pinched the other one with his fingers, and I could feel the way that it was throbbing under his soft and warm touch.
I thrust my crotch up against his naked body, because I wanted him to know that my pussy was really ready for him to lick. He got the idea, but he just pressed his hand there and pushed me flat on the couch, so my ass was pressing down.
"Now don't be so eager, Roni," he said to me. "If you take it nice and slow you'll enjoy it a hell of a lot more. Don't be so fucking eager. I'll ram my tongue up your cunt soon enough, and then you'll have nothing to look forward to."
"What about your dick?" I asked him, and he started to laugh.
"Well, yes you will have that. But we haven't gotten anywhere near to fucking. We still have to eat your hot cunt."
I loved it when he talked dirty. Very few men I had ever been with talked dirty, and I let Bob know that I was turned on by his filthy mouth. When I even put it that way, calling it a filthy mouth, he had to laugh.
Well, he sucked my tits for the longest time, and then he started to lick his way down my body. He unsnapped my slacks, and then slid his fingers into the back of my pants, and into the back of my panties.
I felt his fingers rubbing over my ass flesh as he slowly started to pull my panties and pants down at the same time, until I was as naked as he was.
He threw my pants halfway across the room then spread my legs real wide and looked right down at my cunt. As he started to move his mouth there, he exhaled against me, and hot air rushed right down near my cunt and cunt hairs.
Then he slid a finger to my cunt lips, and began to rub it up and down.
I could feel the way my cunt was spasming more and more. I was feeling so fucking hot that I thought I was going to explode. I thrust myself up against his finger, but he pulled it away, just in time.
"I told you that you're much too eager," he said to me. "You're going to have to learn to relax a lot more. And to wait. God, Roni, you must like to come over and over again, and not really care about the quality of the orgasm."
"The quality of the orgasm?" I asked him, and he laughed again.
"You're obviously so much into quantity that you don't even seem to know that there is something to be said for quality. The quality of the orgasm. It's so much better if you let it come upon you slowly, and even hold back."
"Why should I hold back? I'm a woman, and capable of multiple orgasms."
"I guess that's true. But then again, I'm capable of multiple ones, too."
I was to learn later that he was not just kidding around. There were times when Bob could get his cock hard and come, and stay hard and come again, and even again, coming about three or four times in a half an hour.
It didn't happen to him that night, but he was still hot as hell that night, which was fine with me. He did take a long time before he moved his mouth to my cunt.
Then, as he spread my cunt lips as wide apart as he could, he started to flick his tongue back and forth against my clit. I could feel the way my clit was tingling like crazy. When he sucked it, I exploded.
He kept right on sucking it, so that I did have a few orgasms. I could feel the way my head was spinning, and when I closed my eyes, I saw vibrant colors bursting and circling around in my brain. It was like fireworks.
He held my ass too, cupping my two buttocks, one in each hand. He was able to do that while his two thumbs were keeping my cunt lips spread wide open, and I loved the heated feeling of resting my butt in his hands.
As he started to suck real hard, not on my clit itself, but on my cunt lips so that my whole cunt tunnel felt the sucking sensation, I began to moan louder and louder, and I came all over again. I don't know how many times I came, all in all, just while he was eating me, but it was at least three or four.
When he pulled his mouth away from my cunt, I looked at his dick.
Bob was as hard as he could possibly be. When he sat up on his knees so that I had a better look at that fine prick of his, I could see that it was bobbing up and down, and that the slit was dripping with come drops.
I thought that it looked so hot. I slid my fingers to the head and rubbed the come drops all over. Then, I told him I wanted him to fuck me.
"I thought that you'd never ask," he said. "But first, this."
And we each did a little bit more cocaine, and when our heads were both buzzing, and it seemed like our two minds were one, our two bodies soon became one. He aimed his cock at my cunt lips, and then he slid right in easily.
In fact, I could not believe how easily he slid into me. He was much longer and thicker than most of the men I had been with, and though length was never really a problem with me, thickness was. I knew I could take him.
But I was surprised at how easily it was to have him in me.
He pressed his chest down against my tits, and I could feel his wet sweaty chest hairs rubbing all over my nipples. It felt really good as he was moving himself around, and I know that my nipples were hard and tingling.
As he kept thrusting, I started to slap his ass a little bit. I hit him once, and heard him let out a moan, and felt his cock throb. I knew that he liked it, so I started to slap his ass more and more.
"Yeah, you fucking heated bitch," he moaned into my ear. "You fucking hot ass slapping heated bitch. You sure as shit do turn me on."
I loved hearing him talk to me like that. As he said that, he was thrusting in and out of me faster and harder, so his groin kept slapping against my thighs each time that he rammed his way into me.
When I felt his dick start to throb hard inside of my cunt, I knew that he was real close to coming, and as he exploded, I loved it.
I felt myself spasming around him, and I even squeezed my cunt muscles tighter than they would get as I spasmed, just to make it more pleasurable for him as I was feeling his hot load of come filling up my pussy.
As he started to pull out of me, I could feel a sense of loss. I had never really felt that with a man before. I usually never minded it when a man finished fucking me and pulled out, but I liked Bob more than I'd liked any other man.
"Oh, stay in me, baby," I moaned to him "Stay in me. Don't pull out of me. I want to feel you in me for a few more hours."
"Don't worry. We'll just talk for a while, and when I get it up, I'm gonna fuck you all over. Ever have a fat dick up your hot asshole?"
I shook my head no. I liked the idea of it, and when I told him as much, I could see him licking his lips. He told me that he wanted me to go to the bathroom and clean myself out, giving myself an enema so that I would be completely clean.
I did that, and then when I came back, he told me to lie on my stomach. As I did, he moved his lips to my ass. At first, he just kissed and licked my ass cheeks, but then he started to run his fingers near my cunt.
I spread my legs wider as I felt him sliding his fingers into my pussy, and I really did love the way he went about fingering me. His tongue and lips were still moving all over my hot ass cheeks, and that really turned me on.
Then I felt him moving his tongue to my asshole. He just flicked it right up against my puckered hole, and he seemed to be able to keep his tongue taut enough so he could drive it deeper into my ass. I loved it. His tongue was spreading my ass and making my whole body feel nice and loose.
I even thrust myself back against his tongue, to feel him slip it deeper into my asshole, and I was coming in my cunt.
He was ramming his fingers in and out of my cunt for a long time. As I came, I felt him pulling them out of my cunt, then sliding them up to my ass. He started to massage his finger into my asshole, and that was great. He was working it in with his own saliva, as well as with the come that was on his finger.
I could feel him not only pressing it into me, but squirming it back and forth a little bit, twisting it. He knew I was loving it because of the way that I was moaning nice and steady. Then, he moved his tongue back.
The combination of his tongue and his finger was quite fantastic. The tongue was wet and felt like velvet, and it was also nice and warm.
The finger was the thing that was moving deeper into me. When he had one sliding in and out of me with ease, he moved another one in, slowly.
After about ten soothing minutes, he had three fingers sliding in and out of my asshole, and my whole body felt so fucking loose. I didn't think that I could possibly feel any more loose than I was feeling.
But then, he started to pull his fingers out of me. He slid up my body, and when the heat from his groin was near my ass, I was turned on, but scared at the same time.
I felt his cock pressing between my buttocks, and I could tell how thick he was by how far apart my buttocks were being spread. I just kept thinking that I was not going to be able to take his cock in.
I was so sure that he was going to rip me right open with that cock.
Then, he aimed his cock head at my asshole, and he started to thrust himself in nice and slowly. There was some pain, but his three fingers had spread me open about as wide as his cock was doing it.
When he was all the way in my asshole, he rested on top of me. I was glad that he waited for a while, for me to get used to it. He told me to let him know when I thought it would be a good, time for him to move. Maybe a minute or two later, I started to moan for that hot man to fuck my asshole.
And he did. He began to thrust his cock in and out of my asshole, and each time that he thrust in, his groin was slapping against my ass cheeks. There were times when he thrust in harder, and my ass cheeks were stinging.
But if his fingers had made me feel loose, then his cock was making me feel so loose that it was almost unbearable.
I couldn't get over it. I told him to start fucking me faster, and as he did, he slid one hand under my body, and moved his fingers to my cunt. He started to slide them to my clit, and soon, he was fingering it.
I could feel the way my cunt spasmed, and when that did, so did my asshole, right around that fat fucking cock of his.
I know that Bob loved the feeling of my asshole spasming around his cock. He had to stop thrusting so hard, because he knew that he would never be able to last in me if he didn't start to come real soon.
When he did finally explode inside of my asshole, I felt my cunt exploding along with his cock, and he whispered in my ear.
"Fantastic, baby. We can get off with each other and get off at the same time. There's nothing that I like more than coming with the woman. Or the woman coming with me. I just think that it's so fucking hot that way."
He held himself deep inside of me as he was coming, and he stayed deep inside of me, until his cock began to go limp.
As it did, and I knew that he was going to soon slide out of my asshole, I was a little bit upset again. Once again, I didn't want him pulling out of me. I knew that I would love to have him in me forever and ever.
Now the reason I remembered all that was because seven and a half years later, when he called me to tell me he would be home late, I thought about that first time with him. It was even better than sex had been on our honeymoon, though we seemed to go at it non-stop when we were on our honeymoon.
I turned the oven off, then walked upstairs to our bedroom I looked at myself in the mirror, then looked at the wedding picture that was sitting on the dresser. I picked up the picture, then looked closer.
I didn't think I had let myself go. In fact, I looked like I hadn't even aged more than a year or two. Bob had aged some.
That was because he was working, and he was working hard, to try and pay for our house. He was a film editor, and though there had been some lean years, he seemed to be doing real well during the last two years.
As I looked at myself that day, and the afternoon seemed to just turn into night, I started to take off all my clothing. I just had to look at my body.
The night before, Bob had fucked me, but it hadn't even been satisfying. I had gotten the feeling that he had fucked me more out of duty than out of passion. I had asked him to make love to me when we were in bed that night.
And he had just rolled over on top of me, eased his hard-on into my pussy, then started to thrust himself in and out of me. He kept on thrusting until he came, leaving me hanging. I had snuck out of bed when he fell asleep, and gone into the bathroom so that I could masturbate myself off to orgasm.
I had wondered, what the fuck am I doing in here? I have a husband out there who's supposed to be doing these things to me. He's supposed to satisfy me.
But he didn't. And he was sleeping, so I had to do it.
As I studied my naked body in the mirror, I wondered if it was just that the two of us were much too familiar with each other. Maybe we needed to get away from sex for a while, so that when we got back to it, it would be fun again.
I thought about all the things we had done. I had let him fuck every single one of my holes the first night that he made it with me. It was almost as if we didn't have any place to go after that. Almost as if we had done it all.
We had experimented with bondage, which we both liked for a change, but after a few times, we just got bored with it and stopped. Once, he had let me dominate him, just to see if that would be any fun.
I had used a whip, and I had put a leather collar on him. Then I had led him around the bedroom on his hands and knees. I had sat on the edge of the bed, with my legs spread, and pulled his mouth to my cunt so he could eat me.
As he had been, I was whipping his ass, never too hard, but enough to let him think that I was in charge of what was going on.
All those games had been fun, but they were just games.
As I finished studying my body and decided that there was nothing wrong with it, I slipped into a robe, then went down to the kitchen. I took everything out of the oven and dumped it into the trash, thinking, at the same time, that the food was pretty symbolic of where my marriage was going. Down the drain.
I made myself a salad, then went up to the bedroom and watched some television. I was determined to be up when he got home from work.
I was really kind of desperate to talk to him about what was happening between us, and how long this kind of marriage could go on.
Then I thought that would be too heavy. I just wanted to know what was going on in his mind. If there was something wrong with me and the things that I did. If I was doing anything at all that might be turning him off.
But I must have been tired. I know that I cried, and when I cry, I usually do drain myself of a hell of a lot of energy.
I was sleeping when he got home, so I didn't even hear him. I realized that he was getting into bed when I felt his weight on the bed. He climbed in next to me and pulled the covers up, then rolled onto his side, facing away from me.
A few seconds later, I could hear him breathing steadily. I knew that he had to be sleeping. I glanced up at the clock on my night table. It was three in the morning. I could not believe he had been working so late.
Then, I smelled something in the air. I inhaled a little bit.
It smelled like perfume. I rolled over so that I was facing my husband, and then I started to inhale again, not too loud, though.
There was a definite scent of perfume in the air, and as I moved closer to Bob, I realized that it was coming from his body. Suddenly, I was really upset. I could feel the way I was ready to burst into tears.
However, I bit my lower lip and kept from crying. I could feel a kind of heat radiating from his body, and that was turning me on. I felt my cunt getting wetter, and I just started to think about having sex with him.
I pressed my cunt against his rounded taut ass cheeks.
As I started to rub myself around, I could feel heat emanating from his ass cheeks, and racing right up into my cunt. I pressed myself against his ass even harder, and then I slid my hand around to reach for his cock.
I could feel how limp it was, and when I felt how sticky it seemed to be, I couldn't really understand that. I pulled my hand away, and smelled my fingers.
Now I know that Bob takes a shower every day before he goes to work.
I know that a man has a certain musky sex smell, and the more he fucks without showering, the stronger that musky smell gets. I also understand that sometimes, if a man is hot and his crotch gets all sweaty, that smell appears.
I tried to tell myself that the reason Bob's crotch smelled all musky was because he might have been sweating that day. But I couldn't really convince myself of that.
It was not too hot out, for one thing. And his office was air conditioned. And the house was air conditioned. And the car that he drove from the house to work, and then back home, was also air conditioned. I was sure that his crotch didn't smell because he had been sweaty and hot that day.
I was even more sure of it when I slid my hand back and tugged on his dick again. Even in his sleep, my husband has a responsive cock. Bob once laughed as he told me that all someone has to do is touch his prick and he gets hard.
And though he had told me that and he had been laughing about it, I could not laugh about it. By that time, when he said it, we were married, and I just thought he was trying to tell me that he was going to cheat on me.
That night, I first suspected that my husband was cheating on me. The fact that his cock did not get hard seemed to let me know something.
And when I ran my hand through his pubic hairs, then smelled my fingers and the odor seemed even stronger, I was even more convinced.
I was still sleeping the next day when I heard him getting up and out of bed. I could hear him in the shower, and as he came out, I sat up. I looked at the clock and saw that it was about seven, an hour earlier than he usually got up.
"Bob, where are you going so early?" I asked him.
"I have to go to work," he said. "I have a deadline on this job."
"But you never get up so early. And how come you were home so late last night?"
"I told you, I was working," he said.
I thought about talking to him about his smelly, sex-scented crotch, but realized that he had already showered and washed the smell away. I knew that there was no way I could bring that up to him without him exploding.
"Well, you never worked so late before," I told him.
"Well, get used to it. Until this film is edited, I'm going to be working long hours. For the next month, at the very least. I even though about spending the night at the office, but knew you'd be upset."
"No, I don't think I'd be upset," I said to him, and he nodded his head.
"Good. Then I might call you later to tell you that I'll be there all night. It all depends on how the day's editing goes. Okay?"
I was trying to be so sophisticated, but I was dying to just burst into tears. I wanted to cling to him and hug him as hard as I possibly could, and beg him not to leave me. Instead, I decided to take a more subtle approach.
"Well, don't you want to make love before you go to work?" I asked.
Now making love in the morning was something that I had gotten used to with him, because he was such a horny dog and liked to make it in the morning.
"I would, but I just showered, and I'll have to shower again."
"Oh, come on. I don't get to see so much of you anymore. I would love to make it with you right now. Look how wet I am."
I spread my legs to let him see my cunt, and he threw his shorts down on the floor.
I was hoping that he would start to eat me, but instead, he spread my legs and moved his cock right into my pussy. He started to thrust it in and out of me fast and hard, and I could feel the way my cunt was being filled.
I liked it, but once again, I had the feeling that he was doing it more out of his feeling of duty than out of love for me.
He kept thrusting until his cock began to throb, and then he was shooting his come right into my cunt, real fast.
As he pulled out of me, I saw him get up and walk toward the bathroom. He walked right back to the shower. As he started to shower, I could not help but start to cry. I couldn't believe that he had just fucked me in seconds.
There had been a time when he would be filled with lust and passion as he fucked me, and this time, there was none of that.
When he walked down into the kitchen a little bit later, I was sitting there with my cup of coffee. He poured himself a cup, then sat down across from me.
"All right, Roni, what's wrong?" he asked mc.
"Nothing is wrong. Bob," I told him, though I was lying, and he knew me well enough to know that I was lying, so he said it.
"Look, if we're to have any kind of relationship, we have to work at it, and that includes being honest with you. Now obviously there's something I've done that has put you in a shitty mood. What is it?"
"You came home so late last night," I said to him. "So late."
"I already told you about that," he said. "I was working."
"And you smelled of perfume. Like some other woman's perfume. Because I know that I don't wear that fragrance. But you smelledof it."
"I don't know where that came from," he said. "I swear."
"And then I tried to play with you last night, and you didn't respond."
"I was sleeping. I was worn out. I was so fucking tired that nothing would have been able to get me up. Why do you think I just passed out?"
"And your crotch smelled like you had had sex with someone."
When I said that to him, he suddenly seemed to flare up with anger. He stood up and smashed his coffee cup down on the table, then screamed.
"What the hell did you do last night? Run your nose up and down my body? Jesus fucking Christ, you're fucking unbelieveable, you know that? Did you go sniffing me all over? Did you? Did you sniff out my ass too? Huh? Huh? Did that turn you on? Roni, I can't fucking get over you. Talk about a fucking lack of trust."
"It was just the perfume," I said to him. "It got me started and...."
"I don't want to hear your shit anymore," he screamed at me. "And I've decided right now I won't be home tonight. I can work late and then sleep at the office, and then work through tomorrow. I'll see you tomorrow night."
And he walked to the front door and slammed it shut, really hard.
As I sat there alone in the kitchen after he left, I just started to cry. I buried my head in my hands and just kept right on sobbing.
I tried to make it through the day, but what got me through it was liquor. I had never been much of a drinker, but during the last year or so, I had started to take a drink every now and then during the day.
That day I had more than one drink during the day. It seemed like after one, I just needed the next one, and then the one after that.
By four in the afternoon, I was really quite drunk. I decided that I would call up my husband at his office and talk to him.
When I called, a woman answered the phone. I asked her if I could speak to Bob and she told me that he was busy, and to leave a message.
I said I was his wife, and insisted on talking to him. She put me on hold, then came back on after leaving me on hold for about five minutes.
She said that Bob had gotten the message that I called, but was too busy to pick up the phone at the moment. He would return my call.
At six, when he hadn't called back, I called again. The same woman answered the phone, and that time, I asked her who she was. He hadn't told me about hiring any secretary to answer the phone for him, but she told me that she worked for the film company.
I asked her why she was there until six, when most people tended to leave work at five, and she said she was working late, as was everyone else.
I insisted that she get my husband to the phone, and once again, she came back and gave me the same message. I was furious, and tried to drown my fury with another drink. At seven-thirty, I called again, and she answered again.
That time, I did manage to finally get through to him. When he got on the phone, I could hear the fury in his voice.
He didn't even give me a chance to talk. He just started to scream.
"I told you that I would get back to you," he said. "I had that message relayed because I'm right in the middle of something important and just can't take the time to speak. Now do you even care about that? Do you? Or do you just care about yourself and your own selfish needs? Huh? Huh? Answer me."
"I'm sorry, Bob," I said, and I didn't even realize what I was saying. I didn't think that I should be apologizing to him. After all, three and a half hours ago I had gotten the first message that he'd get back to me.
Three and a half hours was certainly enough time, I thought.
I was sorry that I said what I did, also, because my voice was slurred from all the booze, and he could hear it. He screamed at me for that, too.
"So, you're drunk, also. Well, isn't that just terrific? You know, Roni, sometimes I think that you're just a real mess. You know that."
"Bob, don't say that," I said to him. "Please, don't say that."
"Well, then, I won't say anything else. I have a shit load of work to do, and you're just wasting my time. I'll talk to you tomorrow "
And he didn't call back again that night, nor did he come home. He called me at about eleven the next morning, and didn't even talk about our conversation the day before. He said he would be home at the normal time.
He was, too, but during the next week, he came home at different hours, mostly late, and I was starting to get suspicious, especially when he'd come home smelling of perfume.
One night, when he had come home on time, I served him one of the best dinners that I'd ever made, and he was totally blase about the whole thing. He didn't even respond when I brought out his favorite dessert.
He went into the den to do some reading, and later I went in there and started to nuzzle myself between his legs. He just kept right on reading as I started to move my mouth near his cock bulge, to play with him.
When he stiffened, I pulled him out of his pants and started to suck him. I could feel the way his cock was leaving my lips feeling like velvet, and I did like the way his cock was tasting that day, so clean and fresh.
I must have been down there for about a half an hour, and though he stayed hard, he never did start to throb, nor did he come.
He pulled my head away from his cock when he wanted me to stop sucking him, and he didn't even think anything of it when he just stood up and went upstairs, leaving me sitting there on my knees in front of the chair where he'd been sitting.
The next morning when he got up and started to shower before getting dressed, I started to think about going to his office. While he was dressing, I asked him about this girl who was answering the phones at his office.
The second I asked him who she was and what her name was, I could see the way a kind of tension began to flow through his body. It was almost as if he was freaking out because I had asked him about this woman. He quickly brushed the question aside, with some real bull-shitty answer, and when I pursued the question, he yelled at me for being such a nagging, ball-busting bitch of a wife.
I knew that I had to go and have a look at her that day, and find out if there was anything going on between her and my husband.
CHAPTER TWO
I showered and washed my hair, and put on one of the nicest dresses that I owned, only because I wanted to look ravishing when I went to Bob's office. I wanted to look as hot as I had looked the night at the bar when we met, as hot as I had looked the day that we go married, as hot as I had looked during our entire honeymoon.
As I drove up and parked in the lot near the small building where his office was, I could hear the way my heart seemed to be skipping a beat. I was hoping that I was wrong in my suspicions, but something kept telling me I was right.
When the elevator door opened, and I stepped out, then stood outside of the door that led into his office, my whole body was shaking.
I opened the door slowly and as quietly as I could, just as the phone started to ring.
I was expecting to see the secretary fitting there answering the phone, and was really surprised to hear what I heard.
An answering machine picked up the call. I heard the same female voice leaving the name of the company, and asking for a message to be left.
Then I heard noise coming from the other room. I could hear my husband saying something about perhaps picking up the phone.
Then he let out a low moan. I walked toward that door, and as I pushed it open just a little bit, I tried not to gasp too loud.
There was Bob, standing naked by the editing machine. And right in front of him, on her knees, was a redheaded woman. I didn't see her face right away. I could see the smooth curve of her back, and her rounded buttocks.
"Oh, Bobby," she said, "forget the phone.
It's probably that bitch of a wife of yours calling up to check up on you again."
"Yeah, you're right, baby," he said to her. "Don't wanna be bothered by her right now. She's such a fucking bitch. And such a fucking down."
"You just lean back, and let Velma take good care of you."
When I heard the name, I tried not to gasp too loud. Velma. Velma was Bob's first cousin, once removed. I remembered her from the wedding, because after the guests were walking down the reception line to congratulate the bride and groom, this vivacious redhead had suddenly appeared. She had kissed my husband so hard on the lips.
She had also slid her hand behind and grasped his ass, to squeeze his buttocks through his tuxedo pants, and she had sighed.
"I'll miss you, Bobby baby," she had said to him.
And later, when I asked him who that woman had been, he told me that she was his cousin, and that she had always had a crush on him. He told me that he was a few years older than she was, and when they were younger, he used to babysit for her.
Even at the reception, by the way she kissed him, then danced with him, I had suspected that the two of them had had something going once before, before he ever met me. When I had asked him about it, during the reception, he'd laughed, told me I was nuts, and told me not to do something like that to myself.
Now, I could see that they were closer than most first cousins. I could see her sliding her lips up and down his shaft, taking my husband's fat pecker all the way down, so that she was even gagging around it.
She sure as hell seemed to be sucking hard. The noises were real loud.
I saw him looking down at her, with such a heated expression on his face. When he moved his hands in front of her body, and started to move them around, I knew that he had to be rubbing her nipples. Then it was obvious he was pinching them.
When Bob started to thrust back and forth a little bit, she let him. It didn't seem to bother her that each time he thrust forward, his cock was being rammed into her throat, causing her to gag a little bit.
There were even moments when he thrust forward, then started to grind himself around inside of her, grinding the head of his cock in her throat.
And she seemed to be loving the way that it felt. It was so obvious, because between her gags, I could hear her moaning.
"Oh, Velma, I know that I should have listened to you years ago. We could have done it, I'm sure. We could have gotten married."
When he said that, I wanted to cry. I know that I bit my lower lip so hard to keep from crying, that tears began to roll down my cheeks.
I wanted to believe that he was just saying that to turn her on more, but I sensed that he really meant it. I had lived with him for over seven years, and I knew when he was being serious, and when he was just saying something.
When he leaned forward, then slid his hand down lower, I knew that he was starting to slide his fingers into her cunt.
She even thrust herself forward a little bit more, and I could see the way she was starting to thrust her pussy back and forth at a nice, steady rate. She was moaning so loud, and I could see the way my husband's face was turning red.
I knew that he was going to come in her mouth, at any second.
A part of me wanted to scream out then, to interrupt him at this moment when his pleasure was going to be higher than ever. I wanted to tell him what a cheating bastard he was, yet, at the same time, I knew I had to keep quiet.
I had already heard him say something to her about wishing he had married her, and I sensed that there would be more to this. I flashed on that kiss during the wedding, a kiss that was filled with a lot of lust and passion, at least from Velma.
"Yeah, baby, take that hot fucking load," he moaned softly. "You have the best sucking mouth I've ever felt in my life. It feels so fucking good around my dick. I can't believe how fucking good it feels."
He pulled back a little bit as he started to come in her mouth, and I could hear the way she was murmuring around his cock shaft. She was saying things to him, about how good his dick tasted and how much she loved the come, but I couldn't make out the words exactly, because she was facing him, with her back to me.
She kept her mouth around his cock shaft for a long, long time, and when she pulled it back, I could see that his dick was still pretty hard. My mouth watered, just a little bit, and I thought about how unresponsive he had been with me the last few times, and realized why. He was shooting all his come into her.
She stood up and hugged him, rubbing her pussy against his body, and as she ran her hands up and down his flesh, I could hear her moaning softly.
"Oh, tell me more, Bobby. You know how much it turns me on to hear what a real cunt she is. It makes me feel like you love me more."
"I don't know what else to tell you," he said to her.
"Tell me about your honeymoon again. I want to hear about that."
"Well," he began, and I couldn't wait to hear what he had to say, because I had always thought our honeymoon had been perfect, "as soon as we stepped into the room, she wanted me to fuck her. She nagged the hell out of me, just to get my dick out of my pants. Shit, I would have liked to be able to sit down, for a few seconds, at least.
"Then, after we'd made it a few times, and I was lying there trying to sleep, the fucking bitch couldn't keep her hands off me. She started to suck on my cock, and I tried to push her mouth away. I wanted to rest, but that bitch had an itch.
"And the worst thing about it was that she doesn't even know how to suck dick well. She seems to think that if she uses her teeth, it's going to turn me on more. When I finally had to push that fucking nagging cunt away, I was ready to just spread her cunt lips real wide, and bite the bitch's clit."
"Oooh, I love it," Velma giggled, and I could see him smiling.
"Yeah, I'm serious. I wanted to bite her fucking clit off just to let her know what it feels like to have teeth working your genitals over-teeth instead of something real hot like lips and a tongue."
"Tell me more," she said, and I could see the way he started to slide his hands around to her ass. He was cupping and massaging her buttocks.
"Well, on our second anniversary, I would have preferred to stay in and have a nice quiet dinner, but that bitch had made plans to go out with her sister and her brother-in-law, two of the most hideous people I've ever met. Ever eat with two pigs? Well, we should have you over for dinner one night when they come. Really, watching them eat is enough to make you lose your appetite."
I heard her laughing as he started to pry her buttocks apart with his fingers.
He was sliding one finger up and down between her ass cheeks, and I could see the way she pushed herself back a little bit as he started to grind it into her asshole.
"And what is it that you hate the most about her?" she asked.
"The fact that she just won't leave me alone. She's so fucking insecure about our relationship that she's clinging to me, and she's starting to smother me. And that fucking nagging voice of hers, well, you heard it."
"Oh yeah. The day she kept calling when she was drunk. Does she drink a lot?"
"Sometimes, and she's a real sloppy bitch when she's drunk. Actually she has such a low resistance to booze, that two drinks starts her flying. Anything more than that and you just want to slap the shit out of her, bind her and gag her just to keep her the fuck away from you. When she is drunk, like she was that day, where her voice is all slurred, I just think she's real pathetic."
I couldn't believe it. The reason I had been drinking was because of him, and I was so sure that he had to have known that. I was so sure that he had realized that I was drinking because of the problems with him.
But now, I wasn't too sure. I still was having trouble figuring out if he was making these things up for her sake, or if he really meant them.
As she moved to one side of him, I saw her sliding her hand to his dick. He had gotten fully hard again, and Verna was sliding her hand up and down his pleasure pole.
I could see the front of her body then, and her face. Yes, it was that same cousin of his, only she looked more beautiful than I had even remembered. She didn't seem to be wearing any make-up at all, and though she had red hair, her face skin wasn't anything like the skin you usually expect to see on redheads.
It wasn't white and pasty looking with those big orange freckles, the way most redheads seem to look. Instead, her skin was dark, like she'd been in the sun, and she also had really large tits with thick brownish-orange nipples.
I saw him slide his hand down her belly, then press his palm against her thick pubic patch as his fingers slid up and down against her cunt lips.
When he started to slide his fingers in and out of her, I could see the way she began to smile. She ran her tongue over her lips, then slid her finger to the tip of his cock and rubbed the pre-come drops around.
"Mmm, Bobby, your dick gives off so much heat. I love the way that it feels. It just runs right through my hand, and right up my arm...."
"And right into this hot pussy of yours," he said to her.
"Oh, you got it, baby," she moaned, and then he turned around, so he was facing her. I couldn't see her face, but I knew that when he moved his lips to hers, he was kissing her real hard. She ran her fingers up and down his back, and I could even see the way she was scratching him a little bit with her long nails.
For a second, he pulled his mouth away from hers, and I heard him warn her about leaving scratch marks on his back, because I might see them. Then I heard him laugh, and tell her that it made no difference. He didn't care if I'd be left wondering how his back had gotten all scratched. He even said he would just blame it on me.
Then he kissed her again, and started to lick his way down her body. As he moved his mouth to her breasts, I saw him sliding both of his hands there. He pushed them together so that her nipples were only about an inch or so apart, and then he was pressing his lips down against both of her nipple at the same time.
"Yeah, you love my big tits, don't you?" she moaned, and I could hear him moaning in approval. "I never could understand why you married her then, Bobby. As I remember, she doesn't really have much in the tit department."
I had always been hung up about my tits, because they were small, and hearing her say something like that, and hearing him moan in agreement with her again, really began to make me feel shiftier than I was already feeling.
He had told me, often enough, that he loved my small tits.
But as I watched him sucking on her nipples, sucking on both at the same time because he was able to press her big boobs together, I started to realize that he had been lying to me. He really did like tits bigger.
And I'm sure that it bothered him whenever he had to work my tits over with his mouth. I'm sure he always wished they were bigger.
He licked his way down to her cunt, and as she slid her ass up on the table where the editing machine was, she closed her eyes real tight, then threw her legs over his shoulders, so his head was really buried between her thighs.
I could hear the way he was licking and sucking at her, and she had her head thrown back and was moaning real loud, moans of pure passion.
She started to massage his shoulders a little bit, and ran one hand through his soft hair. I could see how he had one of his hands down between his legs, and knew from his jerky arm movements that he had to be masturbating.
When he stopped moving his arm so fast, I even realized that he was probably real close to orgasm, so he had slowed himself down.
I could hear the way she started to breathe heavier and heavier.
I knew that an explosive orgasm had to be building up inside of her.
Then, she thrust her cunt up real hard, and held the back of his head. Her tits began to heave up and down, faster than they had in the longest time. I could hear the way he was slurping at her, and I thought about something.
The last time he had eaten me and I had done something like that-holding his head down so he was so close to my cunt, buried in me, so to speak-he had tried to pull himself back. When he had, he'd yelled at me and told me that he almost passed out because I was not letting him catch his breath.
And then he had slapped me across the face, rather hard.
When I saw Velma holding his mouth down there, doing something that he had slapped me for doing to him, I wanted to die. Because he didn't seem to get upset at all. In fact, he seemed to love her holding his mouth prisoner down there.
As she did let him pull his mouth away, she moaned softly to him.
"Now, baby, slide it into my hot hole. Slide that fat pecker of yours into my pussy and fuck my goddamn brains out. Have yourself a good fuck for a change, instead of the lousy lays you've been getting from her.Come on now, toots."
He stood right up and slid his cock right into her body. I watched her lock her legs around him, and as she did, she was still sliding her hands up and down his back. She rested her chin on his shoulder as he started to pump.
I could hear pleasure moans coming from both of them, and when I heard his crotch slapping against her, I knew they were both loving it. It was also easy for me to see the way his back and buttocks were glistening with sweat.
I continued to lick away the blood I'd caused to flow from my lower lip.
I realized just how much I was crying when I felt a tear rolling down my cheek and landing near that hp. The tear was salty, and my lip was stinging from the pain of the salty tear running into the cunt. But that physical pain didn't compare to the mental anguish that I was going through.
I could hear them both grunting and groaning louder and louder as the fuck went on, and she was scratching his back a little bit more.
"Yeah, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, Bobby baby," she was moaning.
"Oh, you're gonna get a hot fucking load from me real soon. My balls are fucking churning, and they feel like they're on fire. I'm gonna spill me some thick seed into your fucking hot pussy, baby. Just wait."
And then, I heard him letting out a real loud moan, and I saw the way his knees were starting to buckle. She wrapped her legs around his ass even tighter, and she was moaning to him softly, telling him just how good it felt.
"Yeah, Bobby, yeah, that gism is feeling so hot in me. I can't believe how fucking hot it feels. Your cock is something to be prized."
She started to kiss and lick his neck and ear, and I could hear him moaning in approval. I know how much he loves to have his ear licked.
Then she kissed him on the lips, then slid her lips back to his cheek. She slid them down his neck, then started to run them up and down his shoulder.
That was when she suddenly looked up. And I found myself making direct eye contact with her. She seemed to glare at me with hate.
She started to pull her mouth away from his shoulder, and as she opened her mouth to talk, I was so sure that she was going to tell him that she had seen me there. I had never been so sure of anything in my life. But I didn't wait around. I turned and ran out of that office as fast as I could.
CHAPTER THREE
When I got home, the phone was ringing, and I wondered how long it had been ringing. I ran over and picked it up. There was no one on the line for a few seconds, and then when I heard my husband's voice, I imagined that Velma had been calling, and those few moments of silence had been when she told him I finally picked up.
"Where were you?" was the first thing that he asked me, and there wasn't any kind of fear in his voice, as I had been hoping to hear. You know, fear from Velma having told him that I was there, watching them. Instead, it was asked with intense anger.
"Out," was all I said to him, and that pissed him off even more.
"Out? What the fuck kind of an answer is that?" he asked me. "Our where?"
"I don't think I have to let you know where I've been during ever second of the day," I said. "You never seemed to care before."
"Well, I want to know now. Where the hell were you, Roni?"
"I'm not going to tell you," I said to him. "And I don't see why you should be getting so angry about it. Where do you think I was?"
"Oh, fuck you, you bitch. I'm not going to start playing any of your asshole games, especially not that one. The reason I'm pissed is because we're going to be having company for dinner tonight, so I hope you have time to make something good."
"Who's coming over for dinner?" I asked him.
"Company. One person. You'll see when I get there. Now do try to make something decent instead of the usual shit that you make."
He slammed the phone down then, before I even had a chance to say anything in response.
I felt like calling him back and telling him that he could tell whoever he had invited over to get fucked, because I was not in the mood for company, nor was I in the mood to act contented while we had someone over, when I was furious with him.
During the ride home, I had been thinking abou how I was going to confront that bastard for having been fucking with Velma. Now knowing that he was bringing someone home, I knew that we wouldn't have time to talk.
I knew that we would not be able to talk until our guest left, and that pissed me off but good. I also knew him well. After our guest left, he'd probably say he was tired and then go up to bed, and not want to talk.
As I was making a roast and all the trimmings, I kept fantasizing about putting poison in his food, and killing him. I had never felt such anger toward anyone in my life, and hated him even more for having brought the anger out in me.
I ended up making a good meal, and set the table with our best china and silver.
I took off the dress I had worn to his office, and put on something just a little bit more casual. Then, I had myself a drink, and waited for him to come home. At five-thirty, when I heard the car pulling up in the driveway, I ran to the window.
As I looked out, I could not believe it. Sitting next to him in the front seat of the car was Velma, that redhead bitch of a cousin of his. I could not believe that my husband would have the nerve to bring her home.
She kept smiling at him, and the two of them were talking and laughing. He walked around to open the car door for her (something he hadn't done for me in years) and even held her hand as she stepped out of the car.
I was sitting in the living room, having my second drink, when they came in.
As soon as he walked into the living room with her behind him, I could see that he was mad at me. He looked right at the drink I was holding, before he even looked at my face. When we made eye contact, he looked furious.
"Well, I see you've already started ahead of us," he said to me, as he walked toward the bar. "You remember my cousin, Velma, don't you? Well, she's been helping me in the office, taking my calls for me. Velma, drink?"
"Sure," she said, and I noticed the way she was looking at me.
It was almost as if she pitied me or something, and that pissed me off. I did not want the pity of some redheaded bimbo who was stealing my husband.
I also noted that he didn't even have to ask her what she wanted to drink. He just started to make her a drink, as if he was quite familiar with what she liked.
Velma sat down on the club chair across from me, and as she looked into my eyes, I was really getting kind of scared. It was almost as if she was trying to get me to come out and admit to what I had seen that afternoon.
And I almost felt like screaming at her and telling her to get out.
But I sat there quietly, sipping my drink, and when Bob asked me about supper, I told him that everything was ready.
They finished their first round of drinks, and he made us all another round, then we moved into the dining room. When he told me to bring out dinner, I was a little bit shocked and upset, because I knew that he expected me to serve them both.
I wanted to tell her to get up and bring in the food herself, but I did get up and do the serving. Actually, I just put everything in the middle of the table and left it to everyone to serve themselves.
I hardly had anything to eat, because I had no appetite. When Velma said something about me not eating, and said that the food was good, Bob just sneered at me.
"Oh, she'd much rather have her drinks than her eats. She prefers to have a liquid dinner than to have something solid in her stomach."
"That's a he," I said to her. "That's an outright lie."
"Are you calling me a liar?" he asked me, and his face flared with anger.
"Yes. That's exactly what I'm calling you. A fucking liar."
He reached across the table and slapped me right in front of her. I wouldn't have minded being slapped all that much, but having him do it in front of her was more humiliating than anything I could have imagined. I was all ready to flare up then and tell him to drop dead, but his anger came out first.
"Now just shut the fuck up and eat your dinner," he screamed at me.
I had the feeling that we were playing some strange kind of game, only he and Velma seemed to know all the rules, while I was just sitting there somewhat dumbfounded, trying to figure out what the fuck was going on.
After they finished eating, he told me to clear the table, then told me to bring the coffee tray into the living room.
My anger was building more and more, and when I saw how close the two of them were sitting on the couch, I wanted to scream. They hadn't even left a space for me to sit. So I ended up on the club chair, across from them, and I didn't bother to have any coffee like the two of them. I chose to have some after-dinner brandy.
Of course, Bob had something to say about that. He was making me out to be a real lush in her eyes, and I couldn't stand him for doing that.
"Look at her. Soon she'll be so drunk that she won't know what the hell she's doing," he was saying. "She'll probably start imagining things. Tell me, honey, what did you do today? And were you sober when you were doing it?"
"What did I do today?" I asked, and I knew that he was trying to get me to say it. I could tell by the look in his eyes.
"Yes, and were you drunk? Because when you're drunk, you seem to start to imagine a lot of things that can't possibly be real."
I was real high, and I was not going to let him humiliate me verbally in front of that bitch of a secretary of his.
"I came to visit you in your office today," I said, and I saw the way she looked at him. It was as if I had just let him know that what she must have told him earlier in the day was true. "Yes, I came to visit you."
"Oh, and how many drinks did you have before you got there?" he snickered.
"None. I didn't have any drinks. I came to see you without having had anything to drink. Just to see you. And you know what I saw?"
"No, tell me," he said, and I noticed that her hand was on his knee.
"I saw the two of you together, Bob. I heard her calling you Bobby and moaning about how hot you were. I saw you fucking her, after you ate her, of course."
"What?" Velma asked, and she stood up then. "Are you accusing me of having an affair with your husband, Roni? Are you?"
"My husband, and your first cousin, once removed, you lecherous tart."
When I saw that to her, she moved right in front of me. She pulled her hand back and slapped me real hard across the face. I could fel my cheek stinging like crazy.
I had taken enough abuse from the two of them, and I wasn't goingto stand for anymore. I stood up and slapped her right back across the face. Then Velma grabbed my hair, and I grabbed her hair, and we both started to pull.
We were shaking each other back and forth, yelling and screaming, and since I was the one facing the couch, I could see my husband. He was sitting there drinking his coffee, watching the two of us, with a huge smile on his face.
Bob was loving the catfight that the two of us were starting to have.
I let go of her hair with one hand, gripping tighter with the other. I smashed my fist into her stomach then, and she started to double over in pain. Then I brought my knee up against her chin, and she fell on the floor.
I wasn't going to stop. I pushed her on her back, and then I started to sit on her shoulders, pressing my knees down. I slapped her over and over again across the face, and would have kept on, had Bob not stood up.
"What in hell do you think you're doing to our dinner guest?" he asked me, as he moved right in front of me, pulled his hand back, and smashed me across the face so hard, that my head seemed to spin around.
I tried to cling to consciousness, but he had hit me so hard that I just passed out.
I don't know how long it was before I came to. But when I did open my eyes, and tried to rub them to clear my vision, I felt a hard tugging on my arms. I turned my head and saw that my arms had been yanked behind my back, and they were bound.
My husband had used a thick cord, and as I tried to pull my hands free, I could feel the rough hemp cutting into my wrists. As my vision cleared more, I heard a voice.
"I think she's starting to come to." It was Velma, screaming.
I looked toward where the voice was coming from, and I saw her sitting back on the couch.
As my vision cleared more, I could not believe what she was wearing. She had on a black bra, and the material was shiny. Later I would learn it was leather.
Two holes had been cut where her nipples were, so the brown darts were sticking right out. They seemed to be real stiff, and I could see her moving her finger from her mouth to her nipple, rubbing saliva onto it.
She was naked from the waist down, and she had one foot on the seat of the sofa. The other leg was stretched out, and I knew that if I had been looking at her from the right angle, I could have seen her spread slit.
Suddenly, I felt something stinging against my shoulder. I was lying on my back, and as I looked up over my head, there was Bob.
He was wearing leather boots, and nothing else. He had two whips in his hand, and he had just used one of them to hit me. He threw the other one over me, and I saw it flying by. I saw the way Velma stood up then, holding it.
"I think that Bob is tired of your pure bitchery," she said to me.
"Why don't you drop dead, you fucking wife-stealing bitch?" I asked.
"Oh, Bobby, she sure as hell has some spunk in her," Velma said to my husband. "I must admit that there is something hot about her energy. But still, we will have to get her to calm down a little bit."
She walked right over to me, and placed one foot on either side of my body. As I looked right up at her, I could see her spread cunt slit, and a little bit of wetness that had seeped out to those red lips of hers.
She dangled the end of the whip near my face, rubbing it over my nose and mouth and cheeks.
I tried to turn my head, to the left and right, just to turn away from her dangling leather, but she kept moving it.
As I kept looking up at her, I saw the way Bob moved behind her. He put his hands on her shoulders, and I could hear m moaning softly. I could not tell if he was inside of her or not, but he was moving back and forth.
I sensed that he was just rubbing his cock against her buttocks, getting off on the heat that he could feel there.
"Please, untie me," I moaned softly.
"Bobby, can you understand what she's saying?" Velma asked her. "She sounds so drunk that I can hardly even make out her words."
"I think she's begging you to sit on her face. I think that's what she's saying. So, my wife is not only a drunken bitchy slut, but she also likes to eat cunt."
"Well, I don't think I've ever had a woman eat me. I might as well see what she can do. Maybe she's a good pussy-licker."
I was shaking my head no. I had never licked another woman in my life, and the thought of it was revolting. I could feel the way my stomach was turning over, and I could feel myself trying not to throw up.
I was glad, then, that I hadn't had too much to eat during dinner.
My vision was pretty clear by that time, and I could see the way those red wet cunt lips of hers were moving closer and closer to my face as she was starting to bend herself at the knees. When she was able to reach for my hair, she grabbed it.
She pulled it real hard to keep me from turning my head.
Then, she pressed her pussy right down against my mouth, real hard.
I could feel the way her cunt lips were not only pressing down against my mouth, but were also covering my nose. I was inhaling the scent of her cunt, and I didn't like it at all. I kept trying to turn my head.
"Now smother to death, which no one would really mind, or eat me," she said.
When she said that part about no one really minding, I could feel the way the tears began to roll down my cheeks. I realized that there was some truth to that. I knew that my husband wouldn't be letting her do that to me if he didn't agree with her.
I started to move my tongue into her cunt, and as I was licking her clit, I thought that I was going to throw up again.
I hated the way that her cunt tasted, and the second that my tongue made contact with her clit, she started to come mildly.
"Now suck it, you bitch," I heard him saying to me. "Suck her fucking cream out of her pussy, you bitch of a wife."
Then, I felt his foot sliding up between my legs. I tried to keep my thighs clenched shut, because I sensed his anger, and had a good idea of what he was gog to try to do to me. He forced my legs wider apart, and then pressed the toe of his black leather boot right down against my cunt lips.
I felt them spreading a little bit, and I could feel the way he drove his boot deeper into me. He was stretching my cunt lips wider that I wanted them to be spread, and all I could feel was a hell of a lot of pain.
He started to laugh, and then he heard me sucking. I was hoping that if I did what he wanted me to do, and sucked her come, he would ease up with his foot. But he started to press it against me even harder, adding to my pain.
"Just what I thought, Roni," he said.
"You're a fucking dyke. You love the way her cunt tastes. You're really getting off on the taste of pussy, you goddamn fucking dyke bitch. Yeah, you sound like you're loving her cunt taste more than you love the taste of my cock. Fucking dyke bitch."
"Let her taste your cock, too," I heard Velma say. "Maybe she'll get to like the taste better if it's near my pussy."
When she said that, I sensed what she had in mind. I couldn't believe it when he moved around so that he was facing her, then got on his knees. His balls were dangling right over my face, hitting my nose and cheeks.
Then he started to rub the head of his cock against her cunt lips, and as he did, my tongue was making contact with that.
He moved his cock right into her cunt, not all the way, but in, and he yanked at my hair as I pulled my tongue into my mouth.
"Lick my fucking cock, you bitch," he said to me. "Lick it. You've been getting off on licking her pussy. Now do something to turn me on. Lick my fucking dick, bitch. I told you to lick it. Lick it, bitch."
I started to cry, and could hardly stop it. I couldn't believe how humiliating this whole thing was. I did not want to lick her cunt, and I did not want to lick his cock, especially when he had it in her cunt at the moment.
I mean, just think about it: He was sliding his cock in and out of her mouth as they were both straddling my face. He was my husband, and she was his cousin, secretary and mistress. And he expected me to tongue his cock while he was fucking her as the two of them were straddled right over my face.
Suddenly, I felt a jarring pain between my legs.
Velma had just rammed her fingers right into my cunt. She managed to squeeze my clit really hard, because I was far from being wet and slippery inside. She started to dig one of her long fingernails into it, and I could feel a surging pain rushing right through my body. She spoke with anger.
"Do what your husband says, you slave bitch," she said to me. "Do what he wants? Is it any wonder that he cheats on you? Is it any wonder? You're an ugly, no-titted, unresponsive cunt of a bitch. Is it any wonder? Now lick his dick."
She kept digging her nail into my clit, even after I started to lick his cock.
Then he started to thrust his cock in and out of her cunt faster and harder, and as he was moving, I could feel his balls smashing all over my face.
They kept hitting my nose and my mouth in particular, and because he had huge balls, they did not feel too good. They started to hurt, and I kept wishing that he would stop what he was doing, because of how much it hurt.
When I felt him pulling out of her cunt, he aimed his cock down at my mouth, then thrust it right into me. He pushed himself down, and I felt his cock moving into my throat. As I gagged around the fat head of his dick in my throat, I was also gagging because of her cream all over his shaft.
I hated having to lick her cream off his shaft. It just didn't seem to be fair.
After I had sucked the cream off and thought that I was going to choke to death, I felt him pulling his cock out of my mouth.
And sure enough, he aimed it right back at her cunt. I could see it sliding into her cunt, until he was moving fast and his balls were kind of covering my eyes. It was totally humiliating to have to see something like this.
She started to slide her fingers in and out of my cunt, more gently than she had done anything else to me. She was no longer pinching my clit, and as her fingers worked over my stiff love button and made some pleasure waves surge through my body, I could hear the way she began to moan about it.
'Oh, she's getting turned on, Bobby," Velma said to my husband. "I love it. I think you're wife can't be all that bad. She's getting turned on by your fucking me. Now that seems to be some real understanding if you ask me."
From her tone of voice, I knew that she was really making fun of me. She knew that it was her fingers, and not the fact that he was fucking her, that was turning me on, and nothing else. And they both laughed about it.
When he rammed his cock back into my mouth, she pulled away from me completely. She stood up, and I didn't know what was happening, until I heard the way he was sucking and slurping. Then, I realized, he was eating her.
It turned me off to know that he was eating her as he was forcing himself on me.
Then I could feel the end of the leather whip dangling near my cunt. She started to rub the leather up and down against my cunt lips.
They pursed open and closed, and there were times when I could kind of feel that leather sliding into my cunt, rubbing over my clit.
Bob didn't come in my mouth. He pulled himself out, and then he stood up. He started to bang his cock against her cunt again.
This time, I really had a good look at it, because his balls were no longer so close to my face. As they both stood with one foot on either side of my body, I could see their genitals really well, and see his cock head rubbing up and down against her lips.
My wrists were really throbbing like crazy by that time, because the rope had been tied really tight around them. I had stopped trying to pull my wrists free because I realized that it was senseless, and I'd never be able to free myself.
But my hands were starting to throb with pain, because there was no blood circulating into them, and I begged them both to untie me.
They acted like they didn't even hear me saying anything.
"You know, I'd like to get a good blow job from her," I heard my husband say then, and Velma began to laugh about it.
"Well, roll her over, and I'm sure you can get what you want."
He got down on his knees in front of me, and rolled me over onto my stomach. Now, with my bound hands visible to both of them, I thought I could beg them again to untie me. But when I did, he just told me to shut the hell up.
And he aimed his cock down at my mouth, and then rammed himself into my mouth, as hard as he possibly could. He started to thrust his cock in and out of my mouth, keeping just my head raised up off the floor.
Suddenly, I heard a swooshing sound. That was followed by a stinging crack on my buttocks, and I gasped as I felt the leather making hard contact with my flesh. I tried to turn my head to look, but he didn't let me.
She lashed me again on the ass, and then again, and that third leather lash was so hard and cutting, that I accidentally bit into his cock. As my teeth grazed against his shaft, he slapped me so hard across the face.
"Fucking bitch. You fucking bitch. You don't even know how to keep your fucking teeth from biting into my dick. You goddamn fucking bitch."
He pulled his cock out of my mouth, then, holding himself at the base, he started to slap me back and forth across the face with it. He did that a few times, until I was out of breath and gasping and panting.
And then he just rammed his cock right back between my lips, with one hard thrust.
He held it in my throat for suck a long time, and when I began to gag really hard around the cock head, I could hear him laughing.
Bob looked up at her, and he started to' speak.
"Should I choke her to death, Velma? I could choke her to death, and that would really solve everything. It would get her out of the way."
And then you'd be accused of murder. On no, Bobby, don't kill her. Just treat her the way you've wanted to treat her for years. Just let her know what a fucking ball-busting nagging bitch she is. Just let her know."
"You are, you know that?" he asked me. "From the day you said 'I do' until now you have been nothing but a pain in the ass for me. You've just always bitched to high hell, and I can't fucking take it anymore."
I began to sob, and my throat was spasming around his cock uncontrollably. Then, he started to explode. I had let him come in my throat maybe one or two times since we had been married, but I never really liked it. For one thing, I usually liked to taste the flavor of his come, and for another, I always feared that the come might go down the wrong tube, and cut off my air supply.
That did happen for a while. My eyes were streaming with uncontrollable tears as I found my air circulation cut off, and wanted desperately to be able to spit that come out of my air track. I couldn't do that until he pulled back.
Just before he did, I thought that I was going to pass out. I wonder if he even knew how well he had timed it. If he had waited for another second or so, I think that I would have blacked out, and just possibly choked to death.
I coughed it up the second he pulled back, and then I was able to inhale and finally get some air back into my system.
My whole body had burst into a frenetic, anxious sweat during those seconds, and Velma started to talk about it as being my passion sweat. She started to tell him that it was quite obvious that I'd loved having my face fucked.
She started to say that it was quite obvious to her that I was a woman who seemed to be into having her body abused. That was all a lie, and when he pulled his cock out of her mouth and I told her so, she was furious.
"You're calling me a liar, you bitch?" she screamed at me. "Are you calling me a liar? You have a disgusting and filthy mouth, and if anyone is a lying bitch, you are. You also called Bobby a liar during dinner. You fucking obnoxious cunt."
Then she got down on her knees behind me, and spread my legs as wide apart as she could. She started to rub the whip handle up and down against my cunt lips. Then she rammed that whip handle right into my pussy.
As she did, I could feel the pain rushing through me, because she was not only sliding it in and out, but she was also twisting it around. I could feel blood tricking down my wrists, because of the rope cutting into me.
When I thought I felt some blood in my cunt, I turned my head, and saw that there was some blood on the black whip handle that she was driving in and out of me, and When I saw that, I began to cry louder.
"Please stop it already. Please. I can't take much more of this. Why are you doing this to me? Tell me. Please. And what do you want from me? What? What?"
She pulled it right out of me then, and she looked at him.
"Well, Bobby, tell her what you want," Velma said to him.
I was so sure that he was going to tell me he wanted to divorce me. I was so sure he was going to tell me that he wanted to divorce me to marry her, or to just move in with her. I was sure he was going to dump me.
"I don't really want too much," he said to me. "I don't want anything that would be so totally unbearable for you. I know that much."
"Huh?" Velma said then, and it seemed to me like this was not what she expected.
"I just want it to be the way it was when we first got married. I want you to be as tender and loving as you were then. I don't want you to be a nagging bitch like you've become over the years. I don't want you to drink so much, because I can't stand you when you're drunk. More than anything, I want you to obey me."
"What the hell are you talking about?" his redheaded cousin and secretary began to scream at him. "That's not what we agreed on."
"That might not be what we agreed on, but it's what I want," he said.
"Why, you goddamn bastard. You told me you were going to tell her that you wanted to get a divorce. That we were going to get married."
"Well, remember how I've been lying to her a little bit?" he asked her. "I happen to be very good when it comes to lying."
She raised her hand to strike him, and he suddenly grabbed her hand and then yanked it behind her back, He reached for her other hand then.
He twisted her wrist until she let the leather whip fall to the floor, and then he started to use that whip to bind her wrists together. It was quite obvious to me that he was pulling the leather tight.
It was also quite obvious that she had never expected him to do anything like this to her. I could see how stunned she was.
"You don't know how to show any mercy," he said to her. "You would like me to not only abuse my wife physically, but mentally as well. I do like you, Velma, but you're a bit of a cold bitch yourself.
"Do you think that you and I could ever work out together? I doubt it. The only thing that we have in common is our love for sex. And the sex between us is almost always super. But you can't base a marriage on fucking only."
"Please, you're hurting me," she said to him. "You're hurting me."
"I can show no mercy myself," he said to her, and he pushed her onto her knees in front of him, then rammed his semi-hard dick into her mouth. "Now suck it the way that you've done so many times, Velma. Suck it that way, because I want you to know that it's going to be the last time."
I gasped louder than she did. I was still quite confused. I didn't know what he meant by saying something like that. Was he going to dump her as his mistress?
I could hear her whimpering around his cock. He turned and looked at me, and he started to smile a little bit. Then he ran his tongue over his lips. He looked so hot when he did that, that I had to smile back.
"Watch the way Velma does it," he said to me. "Because this is really the only thing that she does that's superior to what you do."
He turned his body a little bit, so that I could get a look at her, and the way she was sucking on his cock. I could see the way her tongue was sticking out further than her lower lips, so that it was sliding against the underside of his cock shaft, making better contact than her lower lip.
If it was not better contact, at least it was contact before her lip ever touched his shaft. And her tongue did look real wet.
He started to ram it in and out of her mouth, and I could see the way her body was heaving up and down. She was obviously crying quite hysterically.
I heard him starting to moan then, and as he came in her throat, I could hear the way that she was starting to gag and choke, just like I had.
When he pulled his cock out of her mouth, I was a little bit surprised to see that he was still hard as a rock.
I could see his dick bobbing up and down, and it sure was turning me on quite a bit. I began to lick my lips a little bit.
Then, he moved toward me, and rolled me onto my back. I begged him, once more, to untie my hands, but he just smiled.
"In good time, baby," he said, and then he started to rub my cunt lips with the head of his cock. I could feel such heat emanating from that fat cock head of his, and it was really turning me on a hell of a lot.
"Now you'll see what a good fuck is all about," he said, and he turned and looked at Velma for a second, to make sure she'd heard him.
He eased his cock into me nice and slowly, and as I felt the heat from his shaft surging against my cunt walls, I began to spasm.
He started to slide his cock in and out of me at a nice, steady rate, and I could feel the way his heated shaft was making great contact with my clit. He moved his mouth down to one of my tits and sucked on it hard.
As he flicked my nipple back and forth with his tongue, I could hear the way he was moaning even louder. He turned to Velma.
"See, baby, I really do like Roni's tits so much better than yours. I really find them so much more fun to lick than yours. Yours are nice, baby, but they're just too fucking big. Too fucking big. I can't stand them so big."
I began to smile. I could feel my whole body surging with more heat.
I know that I should have been angry about him having cheated with her. I should have been even angrier about him having brought her home, and about the two of them trying me and both abusing me. The fact that he had let her abuse me was the thing that steamed me up more than anything else.
But I guess I really do love him. Because when he was saying all those things to her, and I knew that he was letting her know how much he loved me, and how he wasn't going to leave me for her, I felt good.
I wrapped my legs around his ass and started to massage his buttocks with my feet, and I could hear him moaning about how good that felt.
Then his cock began to throb really hard inside of me, and when it did, I could feel it pressing my clit in. The heat that his dick gave off as he was coming in me was so much more intense than the heat he gave off while he was fucking me.
My cunt began to spasm really hard around his cock, gripping ont that big fat shaft of his, holding it deep inside of my body.
"Mmmm, yeah, fill me up, Bob," I was moaning. "Fill me up with that hot come of yours. Oh, I do love you, still. I love you so much."
"And I love you, too, Roni. And I hope that you're going to stop your nagging and your drinking, or else we might have to do this again."
"We can do it again, if it'll turn you on. I mean, just you and me. I don't want her here again. I don't want her here again."
"That's okay. She won't be," he told me. "I just brought her here tonight to teach you a lesson. To let you know that if you kept up the way you've been acting recently, it would be over for us."
"I'll change. I swear I will. I'll do anything for you."
"I know you will, baby, and that's why I love you," he said.
"Oh God, you two are making me sick," Velma sneered, but I didn't really care what she had to say. He was mine. He was not hers.
He untied me first, and I ran upstairs to wash myself. By the time I came down, she was dressed and standing at the door. He gave her some cab money. She looked at me with such hate, because I had won him back.
Before she left, I decided that I had to do something. I walked right over to her, called out her name, and when she turned, I smashed her across the face. I did not hit her with my hand open. I didn't think a slap would be enough.
I made a fist, so I made sure to punch that bitch across the face.
As I turned back to look at Bob, he did have a slight smile on, but then he slapped me real hard, and he shook his head up and down.
"That's just so you remember your place, baby," he said to me. "That's all."
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SLAVE SEARCHER
CHAPTER ONE
There's a saying. "You think you know a man until you live with him."
Well, I would like to do a variation on that saying. My saying goes, "You can think you know a man when you live with him, but wait until you marry him."
I guess that could sum up certain things about myself. That one saying can sum up my relationship with my husband Patrick.
But before I even get into him (or talk about him getting into me) I should tell you a little bit about myself. I'm Diana. I have long straight brown hair, high, high cheekbones, and a pretty hot looking figure, if I must say so myself.
I met Patrick about four years ago. He had just moved to the States from England, and my friend Bev, a lovely lady in her own right, knew what a sucker I was for a man with an English accent. Patrick was a friend of Bev's husband, so she invited us both over to dinner one night.
He had short curly black hair then, and a most distinguished look about him. I had never really believed in love at first sight, until I took one look at him and decided that this was the man I was going to love for the rest of my life.
He was quite proper. When we were both leaving Bev's apartment, I asked him if he would like to come over to my place for a nightcap. I only lived a few blocks away from Bev, so we were able to walk there.
I really did want to seduce the dear man that night. I really and truly did.
But as I said, he was quite proper. We had some brandy, and talked, and then he told me that he had to get going. He asked if he could call me and take me out some night, to which I responded, by all means, and I gave him the number.
He called the next night, at around seven, and asked me if I was free to get together for a late night supper. Though I usually dislike it when a man calls a woman so late and asks her for a date for an hour or so later, I made an exception with him.
I told him that I would be ready. He took me out to a rather chic restaurant, during which time we had a really super talk, and got to know each other much, much better.
He told me that he was staying at a rooming house, until he could find a place to live. He talked about how expensive apartments were in the city, and how he never would have had a problem finding a flat in England.
See, it was things like that, the use of the word flat instead of apartment, which really turned me on even more to the man.
I had heard from some friends of mine who had been in England, that English men were kind of stuffy, as lovers, too. I was determined to prove those friends wrong.
So, after our second dinner together, I asked him back for another brandy. As we were sitting and talking in my apartment, I lowered the lights and turned on some music, and then began to come on to him.
I sat real close to him and ran my fingers through his short tight curls. Then I moved my lips to his ear and whispered.
"You know, Patrick, I am quite hot for you. I've been wet between my legs ever since I met you last night. I think you're one of the most fantastically charming men I've ever met, and I'd love to make it with you."
When he turned to look at me, I kissed him hard on the lips. I heard him gasp just as my lips made contact with his-and I did think that he had never met a woman as aggressive as I was-and as I kissed him with passion, I slid my hand to his crotch.
I loved what I felt there. His cock was quite stiff in his pants, and I began to squeeze his bulge, and slide my hand up and down it. I decided that I wanted to see what his dick looked like, so I pulled his fly down.
When I looked at his cock, I loved it. I had had very few encounters with uncircumcised men before, and I thought that his dick looked wonderful with the foreskin. Of course, when I pulled the skin back, his little cock head sort of peeked its way out.
I could see a drop of come at the slit, so I ran my finger over it and smeared it all over that wonderful looking cock head of his.
Then I leaned over and moved my mouth to his cock.
"Bloody good show," he moaned, and I had to try and keep from laughing. It was the first time any man had ever said that to me as I was about to suck cock.
I slid my tongue up and down along the underside of his shaft, and I did love the way his skin tasted. Then, I slid on the carpet between his legs, and told him that I wanted to see him completely nude. I told him that I loved the look of a man with absolutely nothing on, and he smiled.
"Well then, luv, I want to give you what you want."
His clipped manner of speaking just made my pussy surge with pleasure. He stood up and as he started to open his shirt buttons, I was unsnapping his pants and pulling them, as well as his undershorts (his word for underwear) all the way down around his ankles. I waited for him to step out of his shoes.
Patrick had quite the hot looking body. He didn't have a super hairy chest, but he did have the kind of hairy chest I just loved to play with. The hairs were around his nipples, then runng down his belly, kind of T-shaped.
They really thickened below his navel, near the pubes, where they were black and quite tangled. I ran my fingers through his cock patch, then slid them around under his balls, and opened my mouth to suck on his cock.
I began to slide my lips up and down his cock shaft. He told me when I was pulling back on the foreskin too hard.
"Luv, it hurts when you pull back too hard," he said to me.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I don't have a foreskin myself. And I've never played with a cock that had one. I'm going to have to learn about them."
Now when I had made it with other men, I had always realized that the head of the cock was quite sensitive, when the man was turned on.
I learned, from my hot black-haired Englishman, that when you have a foreskin, the head of the cock is even more sensitive. That's because the cock head is usually covered by that extra skin, so it's used to being totally cut off from making contact with things. When the foreskin is pulled back, and the head is exposed, it's super sensitive, because it's just not used to being out in the open.
Well, I had always loved to tease men with my tongue, to ram my tongue into the cock slit if I could, and when I did that to Patrick, his knees almost went completely limp and he ended up falling back on the sofa.
"Sit back and relax, doll," I said to him, and when he did, I really attacked his cock and balls. First, I started to fun my tongue all over his groin area.
I licked my way up and down along the underside of his shaft, then ran my tongue all over his thighs and pubic hairs. Then I sucked both of his balls into my mouth while I was sliding my hand up and down his saliva covered cock.
He was moaning loud the whole time, and I was glad that I was turning him on so much, because I had already decided he was the man I wanted.
As I slid my lips back down around his cock shaft, sliding them all the way down to his hairy ball sack, I began to moan really loud. I could feel the way his cock was getting more and more tense by the second.
Then, as I felt him throbbing, I pulled my mouth back and let his come shoot right onto my tongue. I swallowed every last drop of it, and kept on sucking, because I wanted to get even more cream than he had to give.
As I kept his dick in my mouth after he stopped coming, I could feel the way his dick started to go limp. I pulled my mouth back, sat up on my knees, and smiled at him, with a look of sheer contentment on my face.
He was astounded at the fact that I had swallowed his come. He couldn't believe that I had actually let it slide down my throat. He told me that most of the 'birds' he had been with usually ended up spitting it out.
"I happen to love the way it tastes," I said to him. "And how about you? Do you like the way a woman's cunt tastes?"
"Would you laugh if I told you that I never ate a woman before?"
I wasn't going to laugh about something like that. If anything, it was something to be shocked about-something to most definitely take quite seriously. I told him as much, and then told him that he just had to try it.
I guess maybe I built up the way it would be a little bit too much for him. I stood up and started to strip so he could see my cunt, and I was telling him about how most American men loved to eat pussy for hours.
I told him that it might not be something he would love right away, but I was sure that he would get used to it.
(Actually, I was praying that he would. I love to have my cunt eaten, and knew that I could never have a relationship with a man who just wanted to get sucked and then fuck me. What a bloody bore that would have been!)
I lay back on the couch as I spread my legs for him, and I could see the way his cock was already starting to respond to the look of my naked body. I could see the way his cock was beginning to fill with more blood.
He moved his mouth near my cunt, and I was glad that I had douched. I would have hated for him to have gotten turned off by the smell.
He got turned on to it pretty fast. He started to run his tongue up and down my cunt lips, and as he was licking me, I could see he didn't love it. I could tell by the look in his eyes, and by how apprehensively he was doing it.
"Oh, Patrick, you'll love it after a few times," I said to him. "Right now, just get yourself familiar with my pussy. Learn to love my pliant cunt lips and this hot clit of mine. I'm sure I don't have to teach you about the clit."
I guess I was a little bit too sure. I mean, he didn't seem to know what I was talking about. Then I showed it to him.
"Oh, you mean the clitoris," he said. "I was bloody well wondering what this clit thing you were talking about was. I wondered if American women had something that British birds don't."
That did make me laugh, and he laughed with me. As he laughed, he moved his mouth back to my cunt, and began to work his tongue over my clit. I felt the way my passions began to build, and as he was flicking my love button back and forth, I started to massage his shoulders and his back.
"Now let's do sixty-nine," I said to him, and I didn't have to tell him what that was all about. We ended up on the carpet, both lying on our sides.
I moved my mouth to his cock, and though he had gotten most of his blood back, he was still not as hard as he could possibly be.
I sucked his dick between my lips, pulling the foreskin back (though not too hard) and working my tongue over the head of his cock.
As I was sucking my British God, I could feel the way he was eating me with much more relish. He seemed to enjoy eating me more when I was working him over, and believe me, sucking dick was never anything that I minded.
He started to slap my ass a little bit, and I didn't mind either.
When I'm turned on, my butt cheeks are usually tingling like crazy, and I was really coming so hard as he was eating me. I could feel the way my whole body began to surge like crazy, and he sucked so hard that he made me explode.
He slapped my ass again as I was coming, and my sensitive tingling ass cheeks just burst with pleasure sensation. I was so hot that I thrust my pussy right up against his face and slapped him with it.
He was starting to get heated, and he began to thrust his cock back and forth, sliding it in and out of my mouth. I could feel the head entering my throat, and I never minded it for a second. As a matter-of-fact, I liked it.
I liked it, that is, until I felt the way his cock began to throb. Then I slid my hand down to the base of his shaft and started to squeeze him real tight. I squeezed him until his cock shaft stopped throbbing.
"I want to feel you inside of me," I said to him then. "I couldn't let you come in me because I want to feel your cock fucking me."
As I told him that, I could tell that he was eager to do what I wanted him to do.
He asked me which way I liked to be fucked, meaning which position, and I told him that it really made no difference to me. So we started with me in the missionary position. I lay on my back and I spread my legs real wide.
Then lie started to thrust his dick right into me. As he pressed his sweaty chest down against my tits, I could feel my nipples starting to throb really hard. He moved his fingers to one of them and pinched it.
Then he kissed me as he was thrusting in and out of me. I could feel the way his balls were slapping me against the ass.
He pushed my legs up a little bit higher, and then he began to slap his hand down on my buttocks. Each time that he did, I felt my cunt spasming harder, and when I felt him starting to throb too hard, I locked my legs around his ass cheeks.
"No, Patrick, don't come yet," I said to him. "Please don't come yet. I want this to be a good first fuck for us."
"A first fuck?" he asked me, in that clipped, hot British tone.
"Well I do expect there to be more of them. I don't want this to be our only time."
He stopped throbbing, and then he pulled out of me. I got on my hands and knees and he slid his cock right into my cunt from behind.
As he held my hips with one hand, he slid his other hand around and began to slide his finger in and out of my cunt. His finger made great contact with my-clit from that angle, and I really did get into it.
The faster he wiggled my clit, the more turned on I was getting.
His cock, sliding in and out of me, was also a great turn-on. I could feel the way my whole body was starting to surge with pleasure.
When his cock began to throb really hard inside of me, I begged him not to come so soon, and somehow, he did manage to hold back and keep from coming.
He must have been fucking me for about twenty or thirty minutes, when I finally begged him to let me feel that hot seed of his filling me up.
I know that he was turned on hearing me talking to him like that. I guess maybe English girls were a little more proper, and didn't go begging a man to shoot a hot load of come up their hot pussies.
But I did, because I had always been pretty free and open when it came to sex, and I guess maybe he was super turned on hearing me moan like that. He started to shoot his hot load right into my cunt.
As he was filling me up with his hot come, he could feel the way my clit was throbbing under his fingering touch more and more.
And when he squeezed it really hard, I exploded around his dick, and I could hear him panting for breath as my cunt spasmed tightly.
I fell flat on my belly on the carpet, and he stayed on top of me, sliding his cock back and forth. When he pulled out of me, and his cock was nestled between my hot ass cheeks, I thought that felt fantastic.
He kissed my neck, shoulders, and back, and when he lifted his body up so I could roll over onto my back, he lay back down on top of me, pressed his heated flesh down against me, then started to kiss me hard on the lips.
He drove his tongue into my mouth, and I sucked on it eagerly.
As he started to get up, I wrapped my arms around him, and held him there on top of me, because my skin was still tingling with heat, and I wanted him to stay on me for a few more minutes, so I could enjoy his tingling heat.
"I don't want you to ever leave," I said to him.
"Where. The United States? Because I'm going to be here for some time."
"No, here," I moaned. "Here. This apartment, and my cunt. I want you to be in my cunt all the time. I want to feel you in me all the time."
"I think that would be impossible. I mean, how could I carry on?"
He laughed when he said that, and so did I. Then I told him what I really meant.
"I want you to move in here with me. There's enough room for two of us, and you don't like where you're staying. And I really do like you, and love the way you make love to me. I could have you making love to me all the time."
"Well, I'll have to think bout it," he said, but he didn't think too long before he told me that he would move in with me.
Well, I was thrilled when I heard him say that. And when he moved in. the next day, I was a little bit wary, wondering if it would work out.
It did work out quite well. We had ourselves a real good time, and we lived together for a few years, and I thought the relationship was perfect. That was why I was more than willing to marry him when he asked me to. I never realized that he had been hiding a secret longing of his all those years.
CHAPTER TWO
The wedding was wonderful. Bev was my matron of honor, and when Patrick and I left to go visit his family in England for our honeymoon, I was thrilled.
I had never been to England before, and had always wanted to go, having heard so much about it. His family was waiting for us at the airport, and they all seemed so thrilled to meet me. They really made me feel at home.
His sister drove us to his old flat. He had sublet it to someone, and that person was staying at a friend's until Patrick moved out all his things. He hadn't been sure if his move to the states was going to be permanant or temporary, but now that we were married, he knew it would be permanant.
His flat was quite small, one room, and I couldn't believe that he had been able to function in such small surroundings. As we were planning to stay there a week, I was a little bit upset. I didn't know if I could handle living so close to him for a week. He was my new husband, but the flat was tiny.
Well, during our first night in England, as he started to make love to me, I could feel him being more aggressive than he had ever been with me. I thought maybe it had something to do with the fact that this was his native land. Maybe he felt so much more secure being on his own turf.
He entered me, and he started to fuck me harder than usual. Or maybe it was just that I wasn't into it as much as I had been before. I don't really know. All I know is that when he was thrusting in, his groin was smashing against my ass, and my cheeks felt like they were on fire. It did hurt a lot.
He came inside of me pretty fast, and as he lay on top of me, I was stroking his back and telling him that everything was okay. I don't even know why I did it. It was just that he didn't seem as together mentally as he had been before. I thought that I could hear him whimpering a little bit.
He didn't do anything brutal to me that night, except, as I said, fucking me rather hard. The next day, we had dinner with his parents and family, and I met some of his aunts and uncles. I could tell that they were a close family.
I could also see the way they treated him like he was a little boy, and that did bother me. He was a grown man, in everyone's eyes but his Mom's.
That night, when we were back in his flat, after taking in a real good show, he started to talk to me rather seriously.
"You know, being back home is making me think of a lot of things," he said. "I'm thinking of the way I used to make love to women before I met you. I guess it's because I had a lot of women here, when I was single."
"Well thank you for sharing that with me," I said, with some sarcasm.
"Oh, luv, I'm sorry. I know I shouldn't be telling you this. But I've made love to you the way I used to make love to other girls."
"I don't know if I should be glad, or upset," I let him know. "Why don't you do what you used to do with other girls?"
"Are you sure that you wouldn't mind?" he asked me.
I shook my head no. Of course, if I had had any idea of what he was going to do to me, I probably would have shaken my head yes. Because as soon as I said he could do to me what he used to do to his British girlfriends, he went to his bed.
He got down on his hands and knees, then started to pull this box out from under the bed. I could hear him saying something to himself about how glad he was to find all the necessary things there.
He reached into the box, and he pulled out a pair of handcuffs.
Now before I had met Patrick, I had made it with many men. One of them had once asked to tie me up, and I had let him. The thing was, I hadn't known this man too well. I didn't think that he would take the game too seriously. But he sure as hell started to get much more serious than I wanted him to.
Once he had me bound, he started to slap me around. Then he used a leather belt on my body, and hit me so hard that I was in tears. No matter how much I had begged that man to free me, he wouldn't. There had been a moment, too, when he'd started to strangle me with the leather belt.
His eyes had been bulging in his head, and I had thought the man was crazy. At the same time, I had realized what I fool I was to have let him tie me.
Now when I saw the cuffs, I thought about all that. I had vowed to myself never to let a man ever bind me again. For one thing, I liked to use my hands when I was making it with a man. Being bound kept me from being able to do that.
And for another, I just kept thinking about how this other man had changed. I realized that there had to be something happening in a man's head when a woman was bound. Some kind of power that suddenly came over him.
Patrick had been acting quite strange during our stay in England during the last two days, and I wondered if he could suddenly change.
But I could see how much he wanted me to do this for him.
So I started to pull off my clothing, and as he turned to face me, I could see the way he had this huge smile on his face.
"Oh that's very nice. I like it when a woman is agreeable. Oh, darling, I'm sure that you're going to love it all."
As he walked closer to me, he took the handcuffs and yanked my arms behind my back. He did it somewhat forcefully, and I was a little bit surprised as how hard he did it. He had my wrists cuffed in a matter of seconds.
I was completely naked then, and quite helpless. I tried to play with the cuffs, to see if, perhaps, they were some kind of toy, and not real. But they sure as hell were real, and that bothered me.
He began to take off his own clothing, and I could see that his dick was already hard. It was sticking straight up and out, and as I looked at it, I was surprised to notice something. It seemed like his cock was fatter than ever.
No I remember that I once read in a book about a man whose cock only got so hard. He wanted to be bigger than he was, in length and thickness. He went to see a doctor who told him that there was really nothing to be done.
Then the man went to see a hooker. He thought that a hooker would know more about sex and a man's prick than the doctor might know. She laughed about it at first, and then wanted to know what the man's favorite fantasy was.
At first, he seemed to be hesitant about it. Then he started to tell her. He had a real sadistic fantasy, and was quite ashamed of the blood in it. I can't remember exactly what this man wanted to do, but I do remember that the whore had his cock out of his pants as she was listening to him.
She was stroking his erection, and when he finished telling her his story, she told him to look down at his cock and tell her what he saw. What he saw was the fattest and longest hard-on he had ever had in his life.
Now I remembered that story (and I don't know if it's true or just fiction) because my husband's cock suddenly looked enormous.
"You like the size of my big fat dick?" he asked me, noticing the way I couldn't get over it. "Do you, slave bitch?"
When he called me that, I was somewhat stunned. I couldn't believe it. He had often said that as a couple, we were equals, so where did he get off saying that?
"I asked you a question?" he asked me, and then he reached for something else in the box. He pulled out a big wooden paddle.
He grabbed me by the hair, and pulled me down so that my head was near his crotch. Then, grasping the paddle firmly in his hand, he pulled it back and whacked me as hard as he possibly could on the ass.
When I felt the pain surging through my body, I had to scream.
"Oh, the slave doesn't like to have her butt paddled," he said to me, not as a question, but as a statement of fact. It was really a fact. My ass felt like it was on fire, and I didn't like it one bit.
I guess maybe he said it to taunt me a little bit, too, because when I nodded my head in' agreement to let him know that he was right, that I did not like to have my ass paddled, he whacked it again, even harder than he had before.
I could feel my legs buckle, because the pain just seemed to take over for everything else, and I could feel my eyes well up with tears.
"Let's see what else the slave doesn't like," he said to me, and he whacked me one more time, then moved to the box.
The next thing that he pulled out were these two long pins. They looked real thick, too, and the tips looked so sharp.
As he moved closer to me, I was gasping for breath. I was sure that he was going to stick those in some part of my body, and the idea of it was making me feel sick. He moved right in front of me. Then, as he grabbed one of my tits, I took a step back.
"Stand still, Diana," he said to me. "Don't move my dear, or you're dead."
"Patrick, stop it," I said. "I don't like these death threats. And I don't really like the idea of these pins very much, either."
"Well, isn't that too bad? The Master doesn't ask his slave bitch wife what she likes and does not like. The Master only acts."
He was speaking with such a great deal of authority, and as I looked at his face, he was almost like a stranger to me. I couldn't believe that it was my husband speaking, and that was why I was really terrified.
It was like a whole other personality. I had known him for four years or so, and I had seen many sides of him. I think we all have a few different personalities. I had seen and loved the childish side of him, and also the manly side.
He, like everyone else, had a real insecure side, too, and I liked to try and boost his ego by comforting him.
I don't even know how to describe the side that I saw. It was filled with evil, that much I could tell. And there was an anger there, too. It was almost as if he wanted to get even with me for something. But for what?
The next time he grabbed my tit, he held it even tighter, and when he was squeezing my nipple with the tips of his fingers, it was throbbing like crazy. Then, he took one of the pills and drove it right through the tip of my nipple.
The pain was incredible. I kept opening and closing my eyes purposely, to try and blink back the tears, but it seemed like it was going to be impossible. I was gasping and crying, and he didn't seem to care.
"Oh please, this hurts," I had said to him, and I know that my voice was even filled with pain. If he couldn't see it in my body, he had to be able to hear it in my voice. And yet, when I looked at his cock, I gasped.
My pain was making him feel hot. I could tell by the way his dick was bobbing up and down as I was groaning for mercy.
I could see that there were drops of come leaking from the slit. I wanted to try and lick them away. I thought that if I could get his cock into my mouth, I would be able to turn him on and make him stop.
"Yes, the dick likes it," he said to me. "So you must like it. Because when you are a slave to me, you are a slave to my dick as well."
"Oh please, don't put the other pin in me," I begged him.
I could feel him sliding his hand from one tit to the other. He pinched my nipple the same way he had the other one, which now had a pin through it and was throbbing like crazy. I wanted some kind of relief.
He pinched my second nipple until it felt numb. When he pushed the pin through it I didn't feel that same initial pain that I had felt through the first nipple. I didn't respond in any way at the time.
"Do you see how nice your Master can be to you?" he asked me. "I numbed your nipple so that you wouldn't feel the pain. When your Master is nice to you like that you're supposed to thank your Master."
"Thank you?" I asked him. "Are you serious? Do you really think that I can thank you for causing me such agony? Do you?"
"The slave never talks back to her Master like that," he said to me, and he pulled his hand away from my tit, and then he smashed it across my face. He reached for the paddle and before I had a chance to recover from the slapping, he was paddling my butt cheeks over and over again, like a crazed man.
As he started to drop the paddle on the floor, he got down on his knees behind me and began to lick my ass cheeks. He ran his tongue and his lips all over my burning butt cheeks, and it did feel real nice.
"Now thank the Master," he said, pulling his mouth back. "You thank the Master when he does something like that for you."
"Thank you," I said to him. "Thank you. Thank you. Thank you."
As I said that, he was standing up and moving in front of me. He started to rub the head of his cock against my lips. As he rubbed it there and I tasted the pre-come drops at his slit, I moaned softly.
"Now you will suck the Master's cock for him, the way he wants it done."
He grabbed me by my long hair, then rammed himself right into my mouth, thrusting upward. He rammed it hard so that the cock lodged in my throat, and I was gagging around it for a few minutes before he pulled it back, my whole body surging with pain, my ass stinging and my nipples feeling on fire.
And it had just started. There was so much more to come.
CHAPTER THREE
I am feeling relief for the first time in months. As I sit here writing this, I can hear him going at it upstairs in our new duplex apartment. I can hear the sound of the paddle slapping against her butt cheeks.
I know that he will get to the pins soon, and he might even decide to use the leather whip. He told me, before she arrived, that he will, most definitely, use the butt plug. He tried it on me that first night, and I couldn't take it.
It was so huge that I thought he would rip my whole body apart if he shoved that thing up my ass, and he kept trying before he realized I was right.
But he says as long as we're paying her, he's going to do anything he wants to do. He also told me that I shouldn't come up as he works her over.
Now I know you must be wondering what I'm talking about. Why am I so happy that he has another girl up there? Most women would be crazy to be happy about their husbands having a woman up in his bedroom. But not me.
That girl is taking my place in his abuse game, and I'm so glad that I finally found someone he likes who will do it. She is a whore, but I don't care. At least I know that he won't fall in love with her.
If it was another woman, then I might be jealous. But I'm not jealous of a whore.
I'll go back to that night. As he was fucking my face, I thought that I was going to choke to death on his cock. Then he pulled it out of my mouth, and moved behind me so he could start to fuck my cunt from behind.
As he slid his cock in, I felt really good, and moaned softly.
"Now, thank the Master," he had said to me again. "Thank him."
I just couldn't think of thanking him for doing this to me. I thought I would be crazy to thank him. You don't thank a man for abusing you. That's crazy. Perhaps you do if you're a masochist, but I'm not, and never have been.
He slid his fingers around to my clit. As he started to wiggle it back and forth, that, and the thrusting of his dick, turned me on. My nipples were still stinging, but at least he was adding some pleasure to it.
Then I felt him squeeze my clit so hard. He turned me around so that I was facing the bed, moving with me so he could stay in me.
I saw him reaching for the box, and as he reached in, he pulled out another pin.
It all came to me then. He was pinching my clit as hard as he had been pinching my nipples before inserting the pins. I was so sure that he was going to want to put a pin in my clit. He was going to ram it in.
As I saw him turning it, then realized that he was looking over my shoulder so he could see what he was doing, I pleased with him more than ever.
"Patrick, please don't put that pin in my clit. Please. If you dc , you'll really hurt me. I'm begging you, please don't do it."
"Then thank me for lighting your fire right now," he said to me. "Thank me for turning your hot pussy on right now."
"Thank you," I said, gasping for breath. "A million times over, thank you."
"Now say, 'Thank you Master.' I want to hear you call me Master."
"Thank you Master," I said to him, because at that point, to keep the pin from being pressed into my clit, I'd have said anything.
I would have said that I'd drink his piss, or lick his dirty asshole, anything to keep him from moving that pin into my clit.
When he dropped it on the floor, I heaved a sigh of relief.
He told me that I had to continue thanking him as he was fucking me. He kept ramming it in and out of me really hard, and the thing that made it feel good was the way he was playing with my nipple. He told me that I had to keep thanking him for turning me on so much, and I did keep right on thanking him.
Even though my ass was sore (the butt cheeks, and not my asshole-that came a little bit later) and my nipples were aching, I was thanking him because his cock felt really good inside of me and was turning me on.
When he started to throb, I could feel my pussy spasming, and I heard the way he started to moan about it. He did not try to slow down.
He just kept right on going, and as he came in me, I was thanking him even louder. His coming in me did feel really good. His come was nice and warm, and filled me right up, and he kept right on thrusting.
When he went limp, he pulled out of me, and then he reached for the butt plug.
He pulled it out of the box, and when I saw it, I was quite surprised. At first, I didn't know what it was. I thought that it was just an odd shaped dildo, and when he held it up in front of my face, I didn't know why he was doing that.
He started to ask me if I knew what it was that he was holding, and when-told him know, he slid his hand down to the front of my body.
"Well, I bet you think that it might go into this hole in your body. That it might be made to go into this hot hole of yours, right?"
He moved his fingers into my pussy rather gently and lovingly, and he wiggled my clit so that he raised my passions.
When I told him yes, he insisted I say, Yes Master. So I said that.
Then Patrick laughed, and slid his fingers out of my cunt. He moved them right up between my legs, then slid one toward my asshole.
"Well you would be wrong then, because it was made to go up this hole," he said to me, and he kept right on laughing as he said it.
I couldn't believe it. It was my tiny asshole he was talking about, and that thing looked so huge that I wanted to die.
He pushed me face forward on the bed, and then climbed on top of me. He sat on my back, and because my arms were cuffed behind my back, I could move my hands near his body. I tried as hard as I could to grasp his body.
I tried to pull on his balls, because I thought that if I really hurt him, it would snap him right out of it. But I couldn't grab him and hold him.
He just would pull at my wrists, and threaten to break them both.
He lubed the fat butt pug, and then he started to pull my ass cheeks apart as wide as he could. When he pressed that thing down between my ass cheeks, I was already crying. Then I felt him rubbing it up and down against my asshole.
He started to press it down, and I felt like I was being ripped open. I could feel him starting to turn it back and forth, almost like he wanted to screw it into me, and that really did hurt like hell.
I don't even know how far he got it into me. All I know was that I was screaming as loud as I could, and then I said something which made him stop.
"I hate you. I hate you, you fucking bastard. How can you do this to me. How the fuck can you possibly do this to me? You're supposed to love me. Is this the way you show your love? You're supposed to love me, and you don't. So I hate you."
He suddenly stopped trying to shove it into me. I could feel his whole body go tense on top of mine, and then I heard him sobbing.
I tried to roll over onto my back so that I could comfort him, but I couldn't do that because of the way he was sitting on my flesh.
I did talk to him soothingly, but he didn't respond for a while.
Then, he reached for some keys, and he opened the cuffs. For the longest time he didn't want to tell me about it.
I kept asking him why he had done that to me, and why he had waited until after we were married to do something like that to me.
He explained that when he went to boarding school, the teachers used to tie up and abuse the young boys for punishment. Once he had been caught stealing something, and they had shoved one of those things up his butt.
The teacher who had done it had been a prim and proper woman!
He had been totally shamed and humiliated, because she had not only shoved that up his ass, but she had beaten his ass until he bled. And it was all because they thought that kind of punishment would make a man.
I stroked his back as he told me that, and told him that he was a real man. And that he had grown up well. I just hoped that he would never do that to me again.
He didn't try it again until we got back to the States. I hadn't even known that he'd packed all the contents from that little box of his.
I didn't know it until when night when he came home somewhat drunk. I tried to reason with him as we fought about something real stupid.
Then he slapped me, and he cuffed me. After he started to rip off my clothing, and I began to scream, he gagged me. He stuck the pins into me for a second time, and he never did get to the butt plug part.
And it happened a few more times after that. When I told him that he had better see someone about it, because I was not going to put up with it too much longer, he told me that he could never stop.
That was when we started to discuss my going out and getting a woman for him. I thought that it might be a suitable idea.
One night we went out to a bar together, and as we were having some drinks, he saw someone that he liked. He pointed her out to me and asked me if I would mind if he picked her up and did his thing on her.
Of course, I did mind the idea of him making it with someone. But he started to tell me how he was in the mood that night. How it was a full moon that night and he could just feel the mood building up inside of him.
I could see the crazed look in his eyes, so I let him do it.
Sitting downstairs that evening, listening to the woman screaming, really made me feel horrible. I could hear her begging him not to do this or that, and I could hear him slapping her and insisting that she call him Master.
I wanted to go up and stop it, but I didn't. I just let him do it to her, and I made sure not to be around when she was leaving, only because I did not want to have to face her. I knew that she would think I was nuts being married to that man.
After that woman left, we had a long talk. I told him that he couldn't ever do that again, and he got very upset.
He said he had to do it. If not to someone else, then to me.
I knew that I could never let him do it to me again. Never. I still loved him, and hated those boarding school teachers for doing this to him. Yes, I do blame it all on those prim and proper assholes. I know that they're probably getting their rocks off when they do this to students. I know they are.
Anyway, we finally agreed in the right way. We agreed that if he would pick someone up, he had to let her know what he would do.
Well, when we went out to bars on nights when he had the urge, then spoke to women and asked them if they wanted to come home, then told them why, we couldn't get anyone to come with us. I would go home and be his victim.
And I would be begging for mercy, thinking that the women who refused had been the sane ones. He told me to search for a slave for him, because if I could not find him a slave, I was to be his slave. I had to search and search.
One night, I went out with a girlfriend to see a movie. When we got out we went to have a drink, and that was when I saw this girl.
The reason that I knew she was perfect was because she looked a lot like me when I was in my late teens. I asked her if she wanted a drink, and she let me buy her one, and then we started to have a long talk.
She was a whore, they were not denying that, and she had run away from her family because she had been abused. She said that she was into all kinds of things, and I even believe that she thought I was trying to pick her up. She had made it with women.
I told her all about my husband, and what he would want to do. And she was more than willing to come over, for a fee.
So Patrick is up in the bedroom with her right now. I can hear the sound of that paddle hitting her flesh over and over again. I can hear her begging him for mercy, but I can tell that she is just playing his game.
I can hear her calling him Master, and he loves it.
I'm getting a little bit turned on. I'm thinking about how enormous his cock gets when he's turned on to one of his games. I'm thinking about all those times when I suffered for him, because he said that he needed it.
And his cock was fatter and longer than it ever is at any other time. It was fatter and thicker, and really filled me more during a fuck.
As I'm writing with one hand now, I'm rubbing my crotch with the other. If I don't make myself come off soon, I know what I'll do. I know that I will walk up those stairs and try to do something with that dick of his.
And if I do walk into the room, he'll be furious with me. He might even cuff me also, and abuse us both. And I can't take that much abuse.
So I'm rubbing my crotch. Now my hand is under my skirt and my panties are so wet in the front because of my turned on pussy. I'm pushing the panty material into my cunt, and I can hear her groan upstairs.
I wonder if there's a pin in each other nipples. If he pinched them first before he pushed them through. If he managed to get a pin through her clit (he did it to me on three different occasions) and if she'll be able to take the butt plug.
I wonder, but I'll try to stay down here and jerk myself off into my own frenzy, because the reality of what's going on upstairs is painful to me.
Alas, I could not resist. It is many hours since I wrote the last few words.
When the screams became too great, too loud, and too pain-filled, I had to go up and see what my husband was doing to the poor girl. When I first walked up the stairs and stood outside the door, it was ajar. I thought that was strange.
It was almost as if Patrick had left it that way, so I could hear the screams better than I'd hear them if the door was closed.
I pushed it open a little bit more. I saw that he had tied the girl face down on the bed, just her wrists, really. He had pushed her legs up under her body, so her ass was raised up off the bed.
As I looked closer, I had to gasp. There were pins sticking out of her butt cheeks, long thick pins, like the ones he had pierced my nipples with.
I couldn't even count how many. My gasp was too loud. My husband had been getting ready to stick another pin in her, and hs hard cock had been bobbing up and down near her buttocks, almost as if he was ready to enter her ass.
When he heard me, he turned and gave me an evil look. He started to scream about how he had told me to stay downstairs. Then he got up and ran toward me. Before I could get away, he grabbed me by my long hair, and yanked me into the bedroom.
I can hardly even remember how he was able to tie me up. I think he must have been hitting me so hard, because I must have just passed out.
When I came to, I was bound on the bed, and he was hitting me harder than he had ever hit me before. It was all so painful, that I was crying and begging him for mercy at the same time. And he was getting off on it.
I can't even begin to go into what he did. It was just all so painful, and each time he made me squirm, he seemed to love it. I do have my doubts now. I don't know how long I'll be able to stay with him.
I love him, but this whole new side of his is something that I just can't handle, and since I don't know when he's just going to snap and get me again, I feel that I should leave him before he kills me.
And I have to keep this story hidden from him. I know that if he were to ever find it and read it, he would do something drastic to me. So maybe this story, which I'm sending to a publisher, will explain what might happen to me. If you read in the papers about a woman named Diana being hurt or even killed by a man named Patrick, then you'll know it's me. And use this story as evidence so he doesn't get away with it.
