Author: Daddy Walker Title: Happiness in Marriage Keywords: MF MF cheat anal Msolo rape ws snuff nec --------------------- Happiness in Marriage Paul's wife was out to ruin him. She wanted a divorce, and she wanted to milk every penny from his sizable bank account. She also wanted to milk him for the car and the apartment. In fact, the only thing she didn't want to milk was his cock. Paul was turning 40; she was only 31. She was tall, slender, posh, with long, brown hair and naturally perky, average sized - but oh-so-firm - breasts. In short, she was a natural beauty. She'd made him fight like an Olympic athlete to stay fit like a 20-year-old himself, which was probably the only good thing that had come from being married to her. They would fuck once every week or two. He knew she only did it so he could never claim their marriage was loveless, if it would come to divorce court. She would spread her legs in bed like a machine, and he would empty his over-filled balls helplessly inside her cunt in less than a minute, and then he would kiss her all over, hoping every time to get some kind of reaction - some indication that he was still more than just a useless annoyance to her. But every time, she'd roll out of bed to wash his smell from her perfect skin. The frustrated man had more or less decided that his salvation was going to be the new house - a desperate purchase for distraction. It was a huge Gothic 19th-century building, a couple of hours' drive away from his central-city penthouse. Over the course of the spring, Paul had spent more and more time renovating this small countryside mansion. Those moments of privacy were a welcome change. For the first time since forever, he found himself able to do things such as jerking off in piece, whenever he wanted. Now, he could grab a beer, leaving a white puddle of cum on the floorboards without worrying about her noticing it. There was a freedom about this place, almost as if it had some strange, relaxing, seductive power. In this house, he knew he could be happy... As his vacation of carpenting passed, he also kept building courage to make another effort to reconnect with his wife. In the basement, there was a heated tub, and it was the perfect size for two naked bodies. She had promised him a visit soon. ... They had arranged a good, old-fashioned date one Friday in mid-summer. At lunch, she called to suggest that she'd bring friend, a 25 year old woman from work, along with the friend's boyfriend. Paul fought to control his fury when they hung up. That second, he gave up all hope. His wife would never show interest in him, and she would take any chance to demonstrate it. Then, everyone arrived, and he saw the friend from work, Amy. He fell in love at the moment the woman stepped out of the car on the driveway. Her breasts were incredible. They were very big without being huge, and they seemed unnaturally firm yet completely natural. She gave him a ridiculously sexy, horny look. Her hips were curved as a teenager's, and her hair was cut short, bleached blonde. Her entire appearance screamed "fuck me" like nothing he had ever seen. Of course, her boyfriend looked as the kind of hairy, long-cocked rock star type who would gladly take her up on that offer several times a day... They had dinner and wine, and Paul found, to his surprise, a strange, flirtatious atmosphere around the table. He couldn't quite determine what the others were up to; especially his wife's acting was unusual. She just sat back and allowed Amy to be entrancingly horny, flirting with both her boyfriend and Paul. Still, Paul was certain of one thing. Whatever his wife had planned, the joke would be on him. They continued the evening downstairs. There was an old stone cellar, but Paul had cleaned it up nicely, giving it the feel of some kind of exotic bathhouse. When Amy and her boyfriend came out of their changing room, Paul soon had trouble concealing his sprouting erection in the towel. She wore the skimpiest little white bikini he had ever seen in real life. The top barely covered the fronts of her breasts, and it did nothing to conceal the stiffness of her nipples. The bottom was just thin enough to hide the slit of her cunt and almost nothing more, showing off her clean shave perfectly. His wife noticed, and she gave him a despiseful look. With drinks, they stepped down into the tub, which was just a tasteful tiled hole in the stone floor. It was filled from 4 antique-looking but very stylish water chutes, hanging up in the ceiling. The water had started out cold a few minutes ago, but Paul's electric heater was very effective. The pool was really too small for 4 people. Luckily, the alcohol had made them tipsy enough to squeeze in tighter; there wasn't much legroom, but the odd, intimate ambiance made it seem ok for tonight. Still, Paul wondered again why his wife was a part of this, and moreover, why she wanted him to be a part of it. Soon, Amy and her boyfriend were openly starting to feel each other up in the hot tub. Paul noticed a blushing on his wife's cheeks that he had never seen before. She was licking her lips discreetly, glancing over at Amy's wet breasts. He realized that his wife was excited, and he spent a moment wondering if it was Amy who caused this or if it was simply a new game to mess with his mind. He felt Amy's smooth legs touch his own as she moved. His cock had been a spear in his trunks for minutes. Still, being his wife's husband, he tried to play the good host, handing out drinks, attempting to talk about the old cellar. Amy's boyfriend made an effort to restrain his aroused hands and politely join the conversation. - "So, was this pool already here when you bought the place?", he asked. "I thought the design looked exotic... What did they use it for?" Paul felt a little awkward attempting to answer this particular question right now. His wife started squirming too, clearly uncomfortable, knowing the answer. - "Well, don't panic now...", Paul smiled nervously. "But this house is old enough that there wasn't plumbing installed originally... There were toilets like now, but they all led down to this pool from the chutes above... So this was a sort of ... sewage. But I've rebuilt it all!" - "It's ok...", Amy's boyfriend interrupted with an assuring look. "Don't worry! We like what you've done with the place. What do you say, honey?" - "It's kinky...", Amy said, smiling enticingly to Paul and his wife. "I love being here..." With that, she slipped her tongue into her boyfriend's open mouth. The water had turned Amy's bikini transparent. They could see the skin of her tits and the pink of her nipples. Paul suddenly felt his wife grab his erection under the water, but when he turned to her, she gave him her old angry, jealous look. Still, she soon started openly touching one of her own nipples, letting her eyes drift back to Amy. The company spent some time in increasingly open-displayed horniness. Paul wondered if his wife was really about to agree to them all fucking in the tub and if it was up to him to take initiative. Then, Amy interrupted things with a devilish smile. - "So...", she started. "If this pool was really used for the toilets, is it ok to just pee here instead of getting up?" Her laughter was so disarming, charming, seductive, that it was impossible to not join in. Still, it was the most wicked thing Paul had ever heard a woman suggest. - "Go right ahead!", Paul replied with a joking voice, but he found himself immediately understanding his mistake with he saw the fury in his wife's stern face. Before anyone could say anything else, Amy just smiled at them, leaned her head back, and closed her eyes. She sighed in relief. The water was already warm. It was impossible to tell if she was joking or not, and Paul found himself staring, in arousal, trying to decide. He suddenly felt his wife grinding her crotch against his thigh. When he looked into her face, which watched Amy, there was still no sign of pleasure, but there were hints of both jealousy and attraction. Then, Amy kissed her boyfriend again. Once more, you could see her tongue as she opened her mouth. He groped her breasts while he kissed her, digging fingers into her firm, smooth flesh. Paul couldn't stop himself anymore. He wanted to fuck. He kissed his wife, and she allowed it, kissing him back. - "Stop!", she still ordered him, whispering, but at the same time he felt her grinding her crotch even harder against his leg. She kept looking over his shoulder, obviously captivated by Amy and her boyfriend. They kept going on for a few more moments. Then, just as things were about to reach boiling point, Paul's wife did what she did best and stopped the fun. - "I'm cold...", she turned to him and said with an angry, nonnegotiable look. "I'll take a shower and go upstairs..." And with that, she climbed up from the pool, and she was gone... Paul was speechless and overwhelmed by bitter disappointment. He had the presence of mind to tell his guests to be as long as they wanted, before he stepped out to see what unpleasantries his wife was conjuring up for the rest of this evening. She was still in the shower room, peeking out at the tub through a window in the door. He positioned himself behind her to get a look. In the other room, Amy was taking off her bikini, showing her naked tits, and she moved to face her boyfriend, sitting his lap. They fumbled under the water, and she started moving up and down. It was obvious that she had a cock in her body now. Paul thought his wife would want to leave, but she stayed watching. He decided to risk touching her, and he slid his hand in under her towel. He touched her slit, and his fingers were covered in fuck slime. He had never felt her so soaked with excitement. - "Do you want to fuck me?", she asked with an extremely excited whisper. - "Of course...", he answered, taken aback by her sudden invitation. He dropped his own towel to the floor. There had to be a reason why she did this, but he couldn't figure it out... She dropped her towel as well and leaned a little forward, pushing her ass up, giving him easier access. He bent his knees and started working his cock effortlessly into her fuck hole from behind. With one hand he massaged her nipples, and with the other he caressed her clit, while she moaned quietly and pushed her ass back. They fucked slowly, watching Amy. - "Does she turn you on, Paul?", his wife asked. Paul saw Amy's big breasts bouncing up and down. He imagined taking them in his mouth, and he almost lost control into his wife already. Fortunately, he didn't have to answer her, because she kept whispering. - "She's a whore, Paul...", his wife said. They kept fucking quietly. His wife leaned against the wall with one hand, and used the other to caress her remaining nipple. She moaned in obvious pleasure. - "If you fuck her...", she whispered. "... I'll divorce you..." She squeezed Paul's cock with his cunt. She was so tight he could barely think... - "Mmmhhh...", she moaned. "Make me come while I watch her fuck!" He obeyed, circling his wife's clit faster with his fingers, taking her slowly, just the way she liked it. On the other side of the door, Amy leaned back, riding her partner furiously with closed eyes. After a few seconds of watching it, Paul found his wife climaxing around him. He slowed down to let her rest. But he felt her pushing him away, and his cock slid out. She left him in sudden, brutal silence. Alone in the room, Paul looked through the door at Amy, who was blushing, moaning, grinding her cunt to orgasm against her partner's muscular stomach while she pushed herself down around his long, thick cock. Paul grabbed his own shaft and jerked off. He knew he had to have her. And he knew no one could ever - ever - know about it. He already knew how he could make that happen in this house. He pictured his cock going into her cunt, and he shot his cum all over the floor. ... His housewarming at the end of the summer was an amazing success, with about 200 people turning up - all rich cosmopolitans, taking an exotic day trip out to their eccentric acquaintance's countryside house. He had put up large tents in the garden. Cars were parked along the side of the road all the way in to town. The house wasn't all finished yet; he was still renovating the plumbing, and he had to spend much time explaining the use of the installed dry tanks, with separate openings for urine, to the women, who couldn't use the urinals. Overall, any shortcomings of his arrangements added to the rustic feeling, which in turn seemed to go over as something interesting and quaint. True to her normal behaviour, his wife had decided, shortly after he had booked everything, to instead spend two weeks overseas, and then she had taken it on herself to invite Amy, along with a new boyfriend. Paul didn't mind this time. He was confident to the point that if things went as planned tonight, he didn't think he'd ever really have a problem dealing with his wife again. Also, Amy was the kind of woman anyone would want at a party. Heads kept turning after her the entire night. Paul walked around sober, watching his guests getting drunk. Amy caught more and more attention, starting to get increasingly raunchy with her boyfriend. At one point late at night, the pair disappeared into the forest, seen by many. Paul waited for the two lovebirds to come back, and he made sure to catch them quickly. - "Hey...", Amy said with playful glee when she saw him. "We just went for a little pee, Paul... Speaking of which, why didn't you have the pool opened tonight?" He couldn't hold back a smile. Things were unfolding on their own, and all he had to do was go along for the ride. - "Well, I didn't want people messing about in the cellar.", he answered. "But if you want to go, you two can sneak around the house, and I will let you in for a quick dip..." Amy giggled, smiling with an alluring look at her boyfriend. - "Great!", she said. There wasn't more to it. Paul showed them a side entrance, returned to the party inside, and walked down into the basement. He grabbed the old shovel for the very old, very hot burner down there, hid the shovel behind the rusty door to the garden, and opened it to find the couple waiting. They walked down the stairs into the darkness. Paul grabbed the shovel behind them. The boyfriend never even knew what hit him. Amy reacted with impressing speed when she heard the clang and saw him tumbling down with his head already bleeding. Still, she didn't have time to back up more than a few steps before Paul caught up with her in the shadows. And just like that, two drunken lovers were officially lost without a trace, having wandered off into the woods according to multiple witnesses. ... Paul kept her drugged through the following morning while all the guests left and he caught some rest. He was with her when she woke up, around 5 PM next afternoon. They'd only have a few hours together - he'd have to be back in town the following morning - but right now, they were all alone, naked together. He had put her in the room with the pool. Her hands were tied behind her back, and she was hanging from her pulled-up arms, leaned over forward, strung up from one of the chutes in the roof. He watched her jaw-dropping body come around. He had waited so long for this moment, to fuck his rock hard cock inside her perfect cunt, to slam himself full force into the firm curves of her hips and ass, to squeeze her flawless tits in his hands. He had never been allowed to fuck a woman the way he was about to fuck Amy. This steaming hot, sexy, irresistible creature - a pinnacle of female evolution - helpless at his disposal. She opened her eyes. - "Hi Amy...", he said. She spent a few moments in disorientation. - "Is it you, Paul?", she eventually asked. After that, she presented a level of clarity that impressed Paul thoroughly. - "Please don't hurt me Paul!", she immediately begged. "I'll do whatever you want..." He walked up behind her, squeezing her firm ass without hesitation, feeling its inviting smoothness in his hands, letting out a moan of anticipation to communicate his intentions. - "Please, Paul...", she begged when he stayed silent. "You can fuck me, I promise. I won't fight... I'll never tell anyone, even about Claude..." Paul wondered for a few seconds, before he understood that she talked about the man she had brought into the cellar and who's body was now burning in the heater. Amy already seemed to understand exactly what kind of trouble she was in. She realized her boyfriend was dead. She knew that she had long since passed any boundaries of normality, and still she was showing her willingness to submit, to participate and make things as easy as possible. There was something very exciting about that kind of intelligence. Paul slid his hand over her skin, and he was still amazed by how perfectly curved her back was back, how her hips widened into the most stunning ass he had ever seen. Her cunt looked so tempting on open display - glistening, warm, and tight. He stepped closer, put his cock head against the warm hole, and simply pushed inside, letting out a sigh of pleasure. Her fuck walls opened up without resistance around him, cunt lips gently embracing his shaft. She was so wet, as if she was more than ready - horny even. She actually moaned in what seemed like real, believable pleasure. - "Yeaahh...", he grunted. "You're a cunt, aren't you Amy?" He slid his cock in and out, working it all the way into her depths, until his abdomen hit her asscheeks at every thrust. Her perfect answer amazed him. - "Yeess...", she panted after a short pause to think. "I'm a cunt, Paul... I really am." She played the game well, probably hoping that it would give her some advantage... It wouldn't. Her breasts were within reach, and he leaned forward and lifted them. They were so big they filled his palms with their weight. He squeezed the soft tit flesh with his fingers, grunting as he pushed himself deeper into the tightness of her fuck hole. He had fantasized so many times about these tits, and now he had them in his hands, and it felt better than anything he had imagined. This was the fuck of his life. - "How many men have dumped their load inside this cunt?", he asked between grunting, tight pushes of his cock inside her. - "I... I don't know...", she hesitated. He tried to punish her with a sharp thrust, but it only made them both groan in pleasure as her stretching bottom massaged him. - "But you're a whore, aren't you?", he panted. "How many? Over a hundred? Are you a whore?" - "Yeess...", she gasped in honesty. "More than a hundred... I'm a whore, Paul... You can do whatever you want to me, I promise." Somehow, the thought of all those men excited him. She was a slut - he knew in his gut she was telling the truth - and all men wanted to fuck her, and still he would be doing it in a way no one else had. He slid a thumb in between her buttcheeks, down her ass-crack, starting to massage her tense, wrinkled asshole. - "Yeeahh, you can do anything you want, Paul...", she whispered seductively. "You can take me in the ass... I'd love you in my ass, Paul..." He leaned forward to her ears, wondering how much she actually meant it. There was definitely something special about her, about the way she never stopped focusing on sex. - "Tell me again what you are!", he hissed between closed teeth. - "Please, Paul...", she said, as if she hadn't heard him. He wasn't sure what she was really begging for, but he received the impression that she wanted him to push his finger into her ass. She was irresistible, and he already had to hold an orgasm back. - "Will you fuck me with your ass?", he asked teasingly. - "Yess!", she gasped subordinately. "In my ass! I'll love you in the ass, Paul..." Paul pressed a knuckle of his thumb inside, feeling her warm tightness open up around the finger tip. You could see her concentrating, and he felt her squeezing his thumb deliberately with her sphincter. Then, she seemed to make a resolute decision. She looked back at him with a seductive face. "Go ahead, Paul!", she invited him, encouragingly. "Put your cock in there! Fuck my ass!" He had been dreaming about this for months, but she managed to make it even better than his fantasies. She was heaven! He succeeded in pulling his fat cock out of her cunt without coming, and then he spread her asscheeks, watching the puckered sphincter tug as it tried to pull his exiting thumb back. She kept moaning for him to continue. Finally, he put his erection against the opening and started pressing. She simply pushed with her asshole to open again for him, and then he watched as she swallowed him up. - "Yeeahh...", she cheered him on with a voice that barely held together. "That's it! Fuck me in the ass, Paul!" For a few, wonderful moments, all his attention was focused on the sight and feeling of his cock sliding in and out of the world's most perfect asshole. - "Mmhhhh....", she moaned enticingly. "Give it to me faster, Paul!" Every time he buried himself deep enough for his crotch to meet her asscheeks, she let out another moan. Before long, he had to surrender to the squeezing bowel. So, after a few final, hard thrusts, he allowed his sperm to start spurting into her stomach. His heart was thumping, and he was breathing heavily. But his cock was still lodged inside her guts, and after this amount of saving up, he didn't think it was about to go soft on them after just one orgasm. He reached around and started fingering her messy, wet cunt, and his other hand started caressing one of her breasts. - "Are gonna come for me, slut?", he asked, circling her clit. "Are you gonna be a real whore and come with a cock up your ass?" The amazing woman started to breathe more heavily. Soon she was pressing back against his finger, wagging her ass in seductiveness, fucking it back against his cock. He realized she was actually going to do it... He pinched and pulled her nipples even harder, and she gasped in enjoyment. - "Mmmhhhh...", she encouraged him. "Yeeahhh... Keep going, Paul! Faster!!" He did as she asked and kept circling her clit. Soon, she started moaning louder and louder, filling the cellar with her sounds of pleasure. Suddenly, she cried out. - "Yeaahhhh!!", she shouted. "I'm a whore, Paul! I love you! I'm gonna come on your fucking cock!" About three seconds later, her asshole actually orgasmed around him. He felt it cramp over and over on his cock, and her entire body shook and shivered while she shouted her climax out. They were both breathing heavily for a long time, returning to reality. He hung over her body. They were sweaty, Amy's crotch was dripping with sloppy juices, and, after all this, Paul's cock was still buried inside her anus. He leaned forward to speak into her ear. He thought about his wife and Amy. He thought about the two of them talking, planning to set him up. He took a deep breath. He wanted to win even more than he wanted to fuck. - "I know you've talking more to my wife than you admit...", he finally said. The reaction of guilt on Amy's face gave her away, but after a few seconds her expression changed to sadness. - "I'm sorry Paul.", she begged. "Please forgive me. It was her idea. She was just... so desperate ... I let her fuck me, you know... And then, she though of me seducing you... But then I liked you... I promise never to betray you, ever again." For a quiet moment, they both seemed to think. Paul finally put the cards on the table. - "You know I'll never let her win.", he said. "So, you know how this will end, tonight, right?" - "No...", Amy whispered when she had let his words sink in. "Please Paul..." They spent a few more moments of silence. Paul found himself being excited by her begging. She was the enemy - by willing admission - a prisoner of war, to be treated accordingly. Then, she spoke again, quietly, hesitatingly. - "Don't kill me...", she started, finally uttering the words. "Why don't you ... kill her instead... I'll help you. I'll kill her with you!" Paul had already thought this through. Considering the qualities of the two women, it was an almost impossible offer to turn down. But he had a plan, and in the end he knew it was always best for a man like him to stick to the plan. - "I would love that, Amy...", he answered in truth. "... but I would never get away with it. She knows. She knows she's safe with me." A few more moments of silence passed with Amy obviously struggling for something to say. - "Please...", she begged. "I don't want to die! I just want to give you pleasure... Please, Paul!" His cock twitched - still in stiffness - inside her colon. Her begging felt good... His fingers resumed their caressing of her nipples, which responded by getting erect. - "Please let me live...", she gasped, still blushing from her orgasm. "I'll do absolutely anything you want. I'll never protest you, no matter what you want to do, I promise..." Such a promise couldn't go untested... Without words, he pulled his cock out of her ass and walked around to her face, holding the erection out. Impressively, she almost immediately opened her mouth wide, waiting obediently to take the shaft in. He moved closer, and her tongue reached out to start licking him clean. Paul was impressed. This was the kind of respect a grown man hoped for - to have a beautiful woman suck her own ass from his cock... He wondered how long it had been since he had felt his wife's mouth around his cock at all. Caressing the skin of Amy's back and shoulders, he waited for her to close her lips around his shaft, and soon she started slurping and sucking, lapping occasionally at his hanging ball sack. - "Yeaah...", he enjoyed himself. "That's good, Amy... Suck it! Suck for your life!!" It turned him on that the words were true. He was getting the best kind of blowjob you could ever hope for - the life-or-death kind. - "Did you really piss in my pool that day, Amy?", he asked. - "Yeaah...", she nodded, moving her mouth back just enough to answer, looking with submission up into his eyes. He brought his hands to her face, slowing her bobbing, opening her mouth slightly. The cock stayed resting, pointing to the entrance of her throat, on her outstretched tongue. She seemed to realize what he was considering, and she kept her jaws wide opened, demonstrating her cooperation, looking up into his eyes. Didn't she have any limits? - "When we're done with this, I've been planning a lot more...", he said. - "Uh-huuhh...", she affirmed his superiority while keeping her tongue still under his organ. He relaxed, sighed, and then a flow of urine started. Soon, you could start to hear its hard impact back in her gullet. Piss filled her mouth, overflowing her chin, down on the floor. Still, she didn't flinch. - "Close your mouth around me!", he ordered. "Drink it!" She did what he wanted! She was amazing, gulping the warm liquid down again and again without losing it, only allowing little trickles out the corners of her mouth. He grabbed her head and held it in his hands, sighing in euphoria. He was emptying the contents of his bladder down the stomach of this beautiful whore, hearing her drink it all... At the end, she spilled more and more, and finally she started coughing in panic, but he didn't care anymore. He had experienced a perfect moment - a moment his wife could never take away from him. - "That was nice, Amy...", he praised her while pulling away. She was still fighting for breath with strands of mixed piss and saliva hanging from her lips. - "I've been thinking a lot about when you pissed in the pool...", he continued. "It made me think that the old pool should be used the way it was meant to, at least once more..." She stayed silent for a while, not following him. - "Thank you...", she finally coughed with confusion. It was time to finally make the reveal. ... About five minutes later, he was done unhooking the ropes that hung her from the ceiling, and he led in her to the pool. She followed without protest, with hands still tied behind her back. There was nothing else she could do. When they approached the pool, there were fumes of in the air - a sharp, but still bearable, smell of unwashed public bathroom. Paul spent another moment admiring Amy's perfect body, sliding his hands over her tits from behind. His eyes wandered in excitement between her mouth and the liquid in the pool. His cock was rock hard against her ass. This was a perfect fantasy fuck - the kind almost no other man would experience. In a sense, Paul was grateful to his wife for the events that had led up to this glorious night. - "I never removed the old plumbing in the house...", he explained, licking her neck up to an ear. "Last night, I led the piss from the separators in the toilets down here. I've heated it to body temperature again now, just for you..." His fingers caressed their way down, playing with her cunt lips. He was working himself up in growing ecstasy over a wondrous moment - his best, her last. - "It was just women, using the toilets, from what I saw...", he moaned quietly into her ear, digging his fingertips brutally her cunt hole. "Of course, I didn't know what you would prefer" He found her very beautiful when she stared in disbelief at the slightly rippled surface. He had narrowed the pool down so it was even more cramped, but it was filled almost all the way up to the edge. - "It's all piss...", Paul said sternly into her face. "I want you to step into it. And you're going to do it for me, right?" She looked like was trying to find a way out of this. - "Please, Paul...", she tried eventually. He smiled to her with a fake comforting look. So, she had a limit after all... To make things easier for her, he gently nudged her toward the edge of the hole. - "Come on now, Amy.", he said. "You know you promised to do what I say, right?" After a few long moments of hesitation, looking back between him and the liquid, she seemed to find her courage. She held her breath and jumped in. Paul actually heard the impact of her knees against a new ledge under the surface. She stumbled for balance, screaming in pain, but without the use of her hands, she slipped and disappeared into the liquid. It took only two seconds before she came back up, coughing, hair dripping and trickling with small rivers of light-yellow liquid. He climbed in behind her. The piss was up to their waists. It felt very warm at first, but he got used to it gradually. During that time, Amy seemed to succeed in fighting her panic. He casually grabbed her cunt, under the surface, and penetrated her with two fingers. - "Good girl!", Paul said. "Now, are you ready to fuck me again?" He cupped one of her massive breasts, probing her cunt, stretching it with his fingers, making sure it filled up good with warm urine. She turned her head back to look at him, little rivers running down all across her face. - "Please Paul!", she tried. "You know I'll do anything you want..." She was her old, begging self again... Paul pushed her forward, holding her cunt against his cock, bending her body as much forward as he could, head down toward the surface. - "That's a good fuck-hole!", he smiled to her. Then he pushed his cock to her still half-submerged cunt, shoving himself in, forcing himself through warm wetness filling her. He screamed in satisfaction as he felt the increased piss friction against her walls, and she screamed in surprise at his brutality. - "Tell me what you are!", he screamed as he thrust into her again. - "Aahhhh...", she cried in shock before she composed herself. "I'm a whore, Paul!" He pushed her forward, more down, seeing her tits break the wavy surface. The warm liquid they stood in splashed between their bodies as he thrust into her again and again. Her face was only inches from going under now. He kept fucking her for two minutes that seemed like an eternity. She was getting tired. It had to be exhausting to have your hands tied that way... He slid one finger into her asscrack, massaging her asshole. She could barely hold herself on her legs now; when she slumped down, the glistening wet asshole only just broke the water line. - "Are you such a cunt...", he asked. "...that you'd let me fuck you in the ass without protest again?" She just needed a couple of seconds to compose herself. There was a look of anguish on her face. - "I'll do anything you want, Paul.", she tried desperately. "Just please don't kill me!" He leaned forward, sticking his hands down into the warmth to grab and squeeze her tits. Then he caressed his way over her drenched back - playing with the piss, playing with his wet fuck toy - until he reached her ass again. - "You're such a good fucking cunt, Amy...", he said. He caressed her drenched hair. She half-turned to look into his eyes as if she was desperate to please him. Maybe she still hoped that this could just be game... He pressed his finger into her tight asshole, and she moaned submissively at the intrusion. - "You'll take my cock in your ass again!", he said. "But this time, you'll never feel it come out... Do you understand?" He could see the horror in her eyes. - "Yes...", she whispered powerlessly. It wasn't all he wanted it to be, and he decided to repeat himself. - "Do you understand, cunt?", he asked her. "Tell me what that means!" - "I'm going to ... die.", she whispered again. She was obviously frightened, unable to find any way out of this. Since she did nothing but stand still, she was still offering him her ass. As he started spreading her insanely arousing cheeks, pushing her to bend over, she turned back to him again. - "Paul...", she said with tears in her voice. "Please don't kill me, Paul... I don't want to die now..." He paused for a while, enjoy the rare sight of urine dripping from a pretty face. - "Please...", she continued. "I will really do anything you want... Absolutely anything... Just don't kill me now..." This kind of powerful satisfaction was unsurpassable... He put his cock against her asshole. She closed her eyes, letting his cock inside, just as she had let so many cocks inside before. He shoved himself in to the hilt and moaned in satisfaction. He fucked in and out a few times, feeling the pleasure build. His orgasm was close now, but he could control it a little longer. He pushed her head down towards the surface. - "Lick the piss for me, Amy!", he ordered with ecstatic lust in his voice. He thought about all the cunts yesterday, flooding this pool - one by one, emptying their piss into the toilets. He saw her desperation as she opened her mouth and dipped her tongue into the waste liquid, tasting it, and he watched and fucked her very slowly, enjoying the pressure of her sphincter around his shaft. - "You're really a good fucking slut, Amy...", he said. "Now drink!" She did what she was asked. Her lips pouted, and he heard her slurping up a first, salty gulp. Her tits and stomach were bathing in it now... He started fucking her harder, slamming his cock up her colon. He was smacking into her asscheeks, his cock disappearing over and over inside her, piss splashing everywhere. - "That's good, Amy!", he said. "You're a good fucking whore... Swallow for me!" He watched her trying to consume the liquid and coughing from the taste. Her asshole was starting to feel really good. He wouldn't be able to control himself much longer now... - "Fill your mouth and show me!", he ordered her. She slurped another mouthful of urine, and then she turned back at him, opening her lips and showing him how obedient she was, how much she deserved to get out of this alive... - "You're amazing, Amy...", he said. "You're the best fucking whore there ever was... Now swallow again!" She closed her eyes and succeeded in drinking the warm piss down before him. - "Amy...", he said. - "Please, Paul...", she begged. He smiled back at her in satisfaction. - "I want to feel you die now, Amy...", he decided with a rush of intense, lust-filled power. - "No Paul...", she pleaded with a face about to cry. "Please Paul..." He grabbed her hands and lifted them into the air, rendering her unable to resist. Then he grabbed her soaking hair and held her face just an inch above the surface. - "Amy...", he started. "You're such a sexy fucking whore, Amy..." There was the strangest sound, when one of her sobs was interrupted by her head being pushed under the surface. Paul forced her down tight. She would be sucking it in any second now... He squeezed his submerged fingers into her hair, which he could barely see down below, and he started fucking her as hard as he could. She was still fighting. Part of her back was still above the surface, and Paul could see her spine tensing up as she wrestled his grip. Her ass massaged him so perfectly as she twisted... The first stomach cramp made him groan in pleasure, and there came many more after it. He heard a new, streaming sound, and it took him a moment to see it came from her crotch. Whenever her cunt broke up above the waves, you could make out a spray of piss. She was refilling the supply, keeping it fresh for herself... He kept fucking himself as brutally as he could into her asshole, slamming and splashing into her cheeks, trying to make her feel her last fuck as much as she could. After a seemingly endless fight, Paul was suddenly caught off balance, and she managed to get her mouth over the surface once more. He strengthened his grip again as he saw her coughing and fighting for air, but then he decided to give her a breath. Her stomach cramped, and the piss she had already swallowed started spewing out of her mouth, down over her chin. While he enjoyed the contortions of her ass around his cock, half a gallon or more of warm liquid poured out of her mouth, back into the tub. - "Mmmhhh, it's so goood...", he told her. "How does it feel for you, Amy? How does it feel to drown like this? Do you like it?" He had never expected it to last this long, and he was savoring every second now. - "Please...", she managed to sputter out weakly. "No more..." - "But it's for the best, Amy...", he answered in cruel, unrelenting ecstasy. "And I really love it now..." He leaned up and managed to get an arm in under hers. Then, he put both his hands up around the back of her neck, holding her in a tight lock. - "Your ass feels great, Amy...", he said. He pushed himself into her rectal hole again, with violence, making her yelp in pain. - "Amy...", he started asking. "I want you to do something more for me..." He paused to give her a few more crying seconds. - "I want you to ask me to kill you!", he said. He was holding her pissy, slippery body tight, and he could feel her practically giving up the fight as she registered the words. - "No...", she still tried quietly. He tightened his grip on her neck, pushing her closer to the piss surface, jabbing his cock into her ass once more. He moaned in pleasure. - "You're so sexy, Amy...", he said almost into her ear. "Just say it! Just ask me to kill you once!" She knew that it wouldn't help, but deep inside she still felt an urge to obey, to please him... A last hope was all she had left to cling to now... - "Kill me, Paul...", she eventually whispered hesitantly. - "You've got it, cunt!", he spit back cruelly into her ear. She let out another scream of sudden, terminal horror, which was cut short by her mouth going under the surface again from his push. This time her energy didn't seem to last as long, but Paul kept holding her tightly, not repeating his mistake. Just as last time, she suddenly started thrashing again, and now Paul realized that the fighting was a reflex from starting to suck urine down her lungs. A last stream of air bubbled up around her head. Through a few seconds of intense struggle, her asshole cramped and cramped so incredibly around his cock, and then her entire body suddenly relaxed in his arms. When he felt certain that she was beyond rescue, he put his hands on her back, leaning on her lifeless, floating body for support. His weight pressed her corpse down a foot beneath the surface. He had to bend his knees to follow her ass down, until the warm piss stood up to his stomach. Then, he started fucking her faster and faster. There was no sound but the waves against the edges of the pool, but he could feel his cock sliding in and out down there - one second the warm piss embraced him, and the next it was a dead asshole. It was a strange, delicate variation, and he found himself thrusting more and more violently, unable to make himself last long. With a final, thrashing thrust through the pool, he buried himself and came inside the welcoming stomach. ... He climbed out of the bath and showered. Then he returned to her corpse, which was still floating in the liquid. He dragged her out and turned her on her back. The mouth was open and still half-filled. Paul opened her eyes. He wanted to see them, even if her stare was turned upwards in an unnatural way. He masturbated himself to hardness. Then he spread her legs, lay down on top of the body, and fucked its cunt. He watched the head jolt with every thrust as he worked himself to orgasm. With a scream, he shot a new load of sperm into the dead crotch. Amy's boyfriend was waiting for her inside the burner. Paul dragged her body in to the heater room. It all seemed very fitting. She would help in heating the house now. She was a part of it. dirtywalker@gmail.com --------------------- First published 2011 and since free for use under the CC0 licence http://creativecommons.org/publicdomain/zero/1.0/