Author: Daddy Walker
Title: What a Woman Wants
Keywords: M+~F wife interr nc viol anal ws

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What a Woman Wants

The beginning of the film sucked. Fred looked over at his wife
Diane, sitting by his side in a thin, light summer dress. He
pictured her blond hair flowing down around his cock instead of
her shoulders. He imagined her red lips wrapped around his shaft.
The sight of her perfect, milky-white face made him swell to his
full 8 inches of hardness inside his pants. She was putting on
make-up with her little mirror, hornying him up. She was driving
him crazy. So was the film.

- "I hate exposition!", he said.

Diane didn't turn from the screen. She was obviously intent on
watching this.

- "Not now, Honey. They're explaining.", she answered
absentmindedly.

- "I wish they could just do it interestingly...", he answered
sulkily.

Their dalmatian yawned down on the floor in a corner.

Fred realized that she was going to see the film no matter what
he said.

- "Listen...", he tried. "Nothing is going to happen for a
while. Let's fuck! We can still keep an eye on the screen..."

She smiled. She scooted the dress up, baring her pantyless,
shaved cunt, and lay back in the couch.

- "If you just eat me out, I can keep an eye on the screen.",
she said with a teasing voice. "Is that ok?"

Fred knew that this was as good a deal as he was going to get.
Soon, he was putting his mouth between her spread legs while her
fingers were running through his dark hair.

- "Yeesss....", she sighed when she felt his tongue against her
clit.

She looked down into his eyes.

- "Are you happy down there, Dear?", she whispered, smiling.

He didn't answer, but he didn't have to. This was good. He could
taste her cunt. It was like the old days, except for to a crappy
netflix film instead of "Nasty". After a few more gasps and
moans, she started talking again.

- "Yeah, Dear...", she started, grinding her hairless crotch a
little in his face. "You know... I read on some site that men
never really enjoy this..."

She put her head back for a few seconds, enjoying the slow
movements of his tongue through her fuck lips, feeling his
fingers entering her. She looked back at the screen but kept
talking, bucking her crotch up and down.

- "Mmmmhhh... It was some kind of feminist stuff...", she
continued absentmindedly. "It said that men really just want to
dominate their women."

She kept talking, but he didn't mind. The smell of her cunt juice
was all over his trimmed beard. Diane moaned as he pushed a finger
deeper inside her soaking pussy.

- "Yesss... Yeaaaahhhhh....", she said, pressing him against her
crotch. "There are men who suppress their sexuality... And then,
there are only bad men. Mmmmhhhhhh.... Who would really always
hurt and rape their women unless the law stopped it..."

One of his fingers started sliding down towards her asshole.

- "Yes Dear... Please...", she urged him on

He slowly worked his finger inside her ass, causing her to
scream.

- "Ohhhhh fuuuuck yeesss! You're so good to me...", she
continued.

He started fucking his finger in and out of her asshole.

- "Yes!", she moaned. "It's perfect!"

She came into his mouth, and after a minute of moaning, she
calmed down and sat up again.

- "Of course, it was all just stupid feminist talk...", she
purred, curling up next to him, watching the film. "But I really
love you..."

...

Diane was putting on make-up for a night at the bar. Fred was
already dressed and ready, watching her turning herself into a
ravishing, head-turning sexpot. She was wearing a red dress that
was all cleavage. Under it, Fred had caught a glimpse of a slim,
red thong. His cock was a tent-pole in his slacks.

Right now, she was finishing her second round of blood-red
lipstick. Fred was uneasy. He unbuttoned a button in his shirt and
tugged at the cloth, trying to stop sweating.

Suddenly you could hear cars pulling up to the house. The
doorbell rang. Diane stopped working and looked back at Fred with
a surprised face. A pearl of sweat ran down his face.

- "Who's that?", she asked with a hint of worry in her voice.

He looked nervous, and he turned and left, leaving her in a
stunned silence.

She heard the door open. People entered. The dog barked.

In just a matter of seconds, beer cans were opened... Men were
talking loudly, laughing... Diane could sense something was
wrong.

Finally, she heard them coming towards her room. At first, she
saw them through the mirror. They were black, and they were big.
She saw rippling muscles under every t-shirt and wife beater.
They smiled appreciatingly, forming a half-circle behind her.

Diane tried to appear calm, hoping that this was all some kind of
joke. In a matter of seconds, she was trapped and entirely at
their mercy. She kept brushing her face, watching them through
the mirror.

- "Such a pretty little face...", she heard a teasing voice say.

She used a pad to wipe the nervous sweat from her face, and then
she kept busy, putting on another layer of eye-liner.

- "Yeah, honey...", a second man said. "Make yourself
beautiful for us..."

- "What a sexy little slut", another deep voice chuckled."...just
waiting here for all the black cocks..."

She felt her cunt getting wet. It wasn't from horniness, it was
from fear. She looked down at the crotches of their jeans and
slacks, and she saw furious, very large, growing bulges. This was
turning them on... She knew she had to say something.

- "Fred?", she tried, with a voice that came out much weaker than
she had intended.

There was no answer. She stayed focused on shading her face,
trying to seem unconcerned, but her shaking hand betrayed her.
They kept standing there for a minute, sipping their beer. Their
comments were getting more and more perverted.

Eventually, one of the men stepped up and touched her cheeks,
preventing her from finishing with her lip liner. At first, his
strong, large fingers were gentle, but soon they slid down and
gripped her chin hard.

- "I like your lips!", he said with a low voice. "And I'm gonna
love them when they clean my cock from your fuck mess!"

She let out a quiet gasp, trying her best stay calm. There was no
doubt in her mind anymore that they were really going to rape
her.

Now she saw Fred's face in the mirror. The men seemed to be
holding him, and he seemed almost as scared as she was. What
would they do to him if she resisted?

- "We're gonna have to tie your little hubby down!", one of them
said. "He told us to come here for you, but we don't want him to
hurt himself if he changes his mind and tries to rescue you..."

She was shocked at the implication that her husband had brought
them here on purpose. What did it mean?

A couple of them took him out of sight. From the talking she
guessed they were tying him up in the couch back there. Then,
all the men moved in on her.

Suddenly, there were hands all over her body. Their fingers
tugged the straps of her dress, played with her breasts, and
worked the hem up to squeeze her ass. Her cunt became more and
more wet, preparing to be raped. In spite of her fear, she
blushed in response to their touch.

- "Tell us what a good fucking whore you are...", someone said.

- "Please...", she said.

One of them bent down and licked her ear. He took out a knife.

- "Oh, you're going to do a lot of begging...", he whispered.
"If you don't tell us that you're our whore right now, you're
going to see how I treat disobedient women..."

He pinched her ass very hard, hurting her. She whimpered.

- "I'm a whore... ", she said quietly with fear and hesitation
in her voice. "I promise..."

- "That's a good bitch!", he laughed. "Now, a good whore does
what she's told, right?"

He positioned his crotch in front of her face.

- "Take it out!", he ordered.

She hesitated briefly before she reached up and pulled the
zipper of his slacks down. She felt the warmth and hardness of
his cock through the underwear. She reached inside, pulled the
underwear to the side, and wrapped her fingers around a hot,
massive, black organ. As carefully as she could, she pulled the
10 inch shaft out of the pants.

- "In just a minute, that cock is going to be inside your
body...", he laughed.

They all closed in on her.

- "That's right, you sexy slut...", the same man as before
continued. "You're just a black-cock toy now... Let's see you
take them all out!"

He grabbed her face, squeezing it, motioning at the other men
while he held the knife in front of her face.

She turned around, taking out one massive, cock after another.
They were so eager to get into her body that her fingers soaked
in their fuck-slime.

When she was finished, the man that had talked grabbed her hair,
pulling it up, while he brought the knife to her breasts. She
could feel the blade clearly through her thin dress.

- "Ok now...", he said. "Get on the bed, bitch! On your knees!
And if you don't do exactly as I say, there will be one less
nipple for you to play with tomorrow, do you understand?"

She nodded, and they opened up their circle, letting her step
over to the bed. She crawled up on trembling arms and legs. Her
husband sat gagged and tied up in the couch, watching her with
wide eyes.

- "That's a good whore!", the same man as before laughed.

He reached into a pocket, and then he threw her a small tube.

- "You can use that vaseline on your ass if you hurry up.", he
grinned. "If you think you'll need it... Either way, you're
going to hurry up and show me that tight little asshole of yours
right now!"

She did it, blushing in shame while she pulled the red thongs
down around her knees, exposing her crotch to the six men at the
foot of the bed. She managed to bring herself to reach back and
slowly spread her asscheeks for them. Since she realized the man
was serious, she brought the tube up to her anus and covered
herself in lube. She heard them all laugh approvingly.

Then, the man climbed up on the bed and stood up behind her. He
grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, and then he bent down
until his cock reached her ass. She let out a gasp of chock.
There was no time to prepare. She just felt the pressure of a
warm cock-head against her anus.

- "You're about to make me feel real good baby!", the man said.

There was more pressure, and soon she was overwhelmed with the
panic from a cock penetrating her too fast. In only a few seconds,
the rock hard shaft was buried inside her. Diane's ass stinged.
She screamed, and her eyes flooded with tears.

The man stopped to admire her face twisting in pain. He laughed.
Then he started thrusting, and very soon she had to use all her
arm strength just to keep from being pushed down into the bed.

After about a minute, he pulled her head back by the hair, and
he started talking straight into her ear.

- "I'm gonna cum in your asshole, ok? And then you're gonna take
my cock in your mouth and clean it. So you'd better hope it's not
too nasty, don't you?"

He pulled her hair until she couldn't reach the bed with her arms.
She was simply hanging powerless from his thick, trunk-like arms,
while he shook her like a rag doll and pounded her her ass-cheeks.
His giant, black cock started swelling like it had it's own life
inside her.

Finally, the shaft cramped, pumping her stomach full of sperm.
She felt the full strength of her rapist as he forced her down
into the bed, putting his entire weight down on her, driving the
air out of her lungs. For a few seconds, there was nothing in
Diane's world but the stiff, pulsating cock and the crushing
pressure from the muscular body on top.

- "Yeah, you fucking whooore!", the man hissed into her ear.

He grabbed her with both his hands, pressing her head down so he
could hold his mouth against her ear while he grunted perversely
in orgasm. He drove himself deep inside her a couple of more
times, trying to get his last pleasure from her straining
asshole.

- "Uuunnnhhh, uuuunnhhhh...", he groaned, as his last sperm
squeezed and trickled out in her insides.

She felt him relax. He pushed himself up from the bed and pulled
his cock out, violently, all to fast. Diane screamed as she felt
her anal opening trying to close around the sudden emptiness. The
man moved up to her face.

- "Oohhh yeahhh!", he said. "Now clean that cock spotless! Look
at me!"

The shaft was so close she could smell her own ass. She knew that
she would never be able to take that entire, monstrous organ down
her throat, but doing her her best to obey, she opened her mouth
and wrapped her lips around the head. It was warm. After licking
all around it, she started sliding her tongue across the shaft
like a large popsicle, looking up into his merciless stare.

- "Look up again, fuck cakes!", he said. "Look at your husband,
sitting there in the couch, watching you fuck us! I think he has
a hard on, don't you? Do you think he likes watching us fuck?"

The man left the bed, slapping her ass cheeks hard.

- "Get on your knees again!!", he ordered casually as he left
her.

Diane stood back up on her knees, looking back at the men. They
were practically standing in line to fuck her. They were all
naked or half naked.

One of them stepped up on the bed and lay down right next to her.
He reached up with a big hand and grabbed her throat. Then, with
a very deliberate motion, he used his other hand to slap her
face. He slapped her again, and then he spoke.

- "You're so pretty! Your face is so beautiful... Now get on my
cock! I want to feel that white cunt!"

He slapped her again. This time it hurt, and Diane felt forced to
move on top of his body. He squeezed her throat until she almost
couldn't breathe, and she saw his cock stiffening. He slapped her
another time.

- "Fuck me, you little cock whore!", he said.

Trying to obey him, she moved her crotch above the straining
erection. She wrapped her fingers around the thick shaft. He
slapped her again.

- "Faster, you sexy bitch!!", he ordered.

She moved his cock straight to her cunt. Her fuck lips touched
him. When she started sliding down around the hard organ she felt
a harder slap on her face.


- "Yeaahhhh!", he smiled, turning towards his friends. "This
bitch feels horny..."

They laughed. He slapped her again. It really hurt now, and she
realized he wasn't going to stop doing it.

- "You like that, you little fuck hole?", he asked. "Just fuck
me, you little whore!"

She moved her milky-white, clean-shaved cunt up and down his
black erection, and she received another slap on her aching
cheek. The cock was stretching her insides.

Another man stepped up on the bed behind her. He smacked her ass
with his palm, pulled her asscheeks apart, and without any chance
for Diane to prepare, he pressed his cock against her aching
asshole.

- "Get ready, fuck holes!", he said, grabbing the back of her
neck, squeezing hard.

Now two hands grabbed her neck, from front and behind. She let
out a painful scream as her body surrendered to the pressure from
behind, opening her anus up around the dark organ.

Both shafts were huge, and as they filled her she thought the
joints of her crotch would tear apart.

Her body hung helpless between her rapists. The one below her
slapped her face, over and over. The one behind her started
digging his fingers harder into her neck, hurting her, trying to
make her turn her head.

- "Look at your husband baby!", the man said.

She turned to face her husband on the couch. He stared back with
wide eyes, and the man in her asshole kept talking.

- "Yeah...", he said. "Look at your whore wife! Her ass is so
fucking juicy and tight!"

He started ramming his cock harder and more painfully into her
ass. He was sweating, breathing harder and harder. She felt her
sphincter loosening up around the swelling organ as it sank
inside her again and again. She felt her face sting from another
slap.

- "Fuck!", the man behind her grunted and screamed. "Fuck!! This
is it!!"

He forced himself in hard, pressing himself against her ass
cheeks. She felt him cramping, once, twice, emptying the his
balls inside her.

When the was done, he pulled out brutally, causing tears of pain
down her cheeks. He walked around her body, sticking the
sperm-messy cock into her face. He didn't have to say a word.
This time, she simply took the cock into her mouth.

After licking the cock completely clean, she looked down, and
another slap hit her face. The man underneath her spoke.

- "You're so sexy!", he said. "Now, make me come! Fuck me, slut!"

He slapped her until tears ran down her entire face, making her
move faster and faster, up and down the cock.

- "Yeah, that's it bitch!", she heard from below. "You look so
good... Cry for me!"

He grabbed her throat harder, cutting off her breath.

Diane was seeing spots. She started fearing for her life.

She felt the man tensing up, and then the grip around her throat
finally softened, allowing her to collapse on his muscular body.
Her cunt was filled with sperm, and then both of them lay still,
breathing heavily.

Something landed with a thump on the bed next to her. It was the
empty food bowl of her dog. She heard a voice.

- "I'm gonna fuck her in that cunt too man!", the voice said.
"Clean for me! And use the bowl so you don't mess up the bed!"

Diane heard everyone laugh behind her.

After a few moments, the man beneath her did a sit-up, pushing
her over on her back. She seemed to weigh nothing to him. His fat
cock was still inside her, sealing her like a cork. He closed his
eyes, and a few seconds later, Diane was shocked by the feeling
of his piss inside of her pussy. The liquid just kept coming, in
warm, wet little spurts.

When he stopped, he grabbed the plastic bowl, and he put it under
his cock between her legs.

- "Sit up!", he ordered.

She leaned up on her elbows, following his lead. Then he yanked
his shaft out. An eruption of sperm and piss flooded out of her,
into the bowl below.

The man made her lick the mess from his big, black shaft.

- "Thank you, honey!", he smiled as he left the bed.

Another man walked up to her. He pulled a belt from his trousers
and put it around her throat, like a collar. Then he started
pulling it.

- "Come on baby...", he said with arousal in his voice. "Be my
little fuck dog... Show us what a little fuck dog you can be
for a horny black man!"

He turned her face to the bowl. Strings of thick, white sperm
were still mixing with the warm liquid. The man pulled her head
down with his belt-leash.

- "Come on now...", he kept talking. "Show me what a thirsty
little bitch you are! Lap it all up for me! Maybe, if you're a
good dog, I'll refill the bowl for you..."

She hesitated, and then she felt the cold, sharp edge of the
knife against her breasts again. The man moved in behind her ass.

- "Lick it now!", he said.

She managed to bring her tongue out. She broke the warm surface
and lapped the salty fluids.

- "Yeah...", the man said from behind. "That's a good little fuck
bitch! I want to watch you keep lapping until that bowl is clean!
Now reach back and spread your ass for me!"

She did as she was ordered, reaching back with both hands and
holding her ass-cheeks wide apart, still lapping at the piss.
There was obviously no choice but to empty the bowl somehow.

She tried sucking some of the liquid into her mouth, and she felt
piss-diluted sperm coating her tongue.

A large cock head suddenly pushed into her sore, swollen anus.
The knife edge pushed into her breast, leaving her no choice but
to allow this new black stranger's shaft inside her.

Soon, he was fucking her rhythmically, and she was getting used
to it.

By the time he was getting ready to finish, she had sucked and
lapped up every little drop of mess from her bowl. She found
herself feeling unexpected pride. The man pressed her face down
against the soggy plastic while he came inside her.

He pulled out slowly, but she almost couldn't feel him leaving.
Suddenly, she realized that his cock was all the way out, but she
still felt full. She was too swollen to feel the difference. On
top of that, she had to control an impulse to wet the bed right
there.

- "Please...", she whimpered without even thinking.

- "Please what?", the man who had just fucked her answered.

He pushed the knife into her areola. She hesitated in horror.

- "I have to pee...", she finally admitted.

- "Well...", he said. "If you don't want to soak your bed, you'd
better hold it in until you've fucked my two friends here as
well.

A new man lay down on the bed next to her, laughing hard at his
friend.

Tears were welling up in her eyes again. She almost couldn't take
any more, but she nodded and climbed on top of the body beneath.
One more man approached her from behind. They both put their
cocks against her crotch, and in one push they entered both her
cunt and her ass. She screamed...

The men seemed to fuck her forever.

When they were finished, they pulled out, and she collapsed on
the bed, weeping in exhaustion.

She heard cans of beer opening. After a few minutes, she heard
laughter and talking.

A little later, she felt a strong grip around her belt collar.
She was pulled out of bed. All six men were naked, drinking
beer. Her husband was still sitting on the couch.

- "You've been absolutely wonderful, honey...", one of the men
said with a smile. "We couldn't have found a better black man's
cock toy, really... Now, I think we all just need to piss before
we rest, and soon we'll leave you alone..."

Diane had no energy left to resist anything. They led her to the
bathroom, and then they simply threw her naked body down on the
floor. She looked up and saw the men circling her. Her husband
stood in the doorway, looking with some curiosity in over their
shoulders. The man holding her leash spoke.

- "Do you want to learn the most important lesson any woman can
learn about men?", he said. "Your husband loved watching you get
treated this way today... Every man would..."

He held his cock out, and pointed it towards her face.

- "You need to make him feel fulfilled, honey...", the man
smiled. "Otherwise, what kind of wife are you?"

She saw all the other men circling up around her, holding their
cocks and beer cans in their hands. They started pissing on her,
one after one. The warm liquid flowed over her skin, across her
ass, across her breasts, up to her face. They all looked into her
face, admiring her.

- "Come on, beautiful!", he said. "Open our mouth! We're all
aiming for it here..."

She obeyed, and soon she felt six black men's urine rising through
her throat, covering her tongue, flooding out over her lips. The
sperm in her cunt slowly dripped out on the floor and washed away.
The splattering liquid everywhere brought back the need to empty
her own bladder, and she gave in to the urge. A strong torrent of
piss sprayed from her crotch, splashing down between her feet.

When the men were finally finished, she was sitting in a warm lake
of urine. They made her turn around, facing her husband. Her mouth
was still filled with piss. One of the men told her to swallow. As
her husband watched, she emptied her mouth with two large gulps
before she coughed and retched in panic.

One of the men stepped out from the back, holding an empty
whiskey glass in hand. He gave it to her, and she took it,
looking back up with a questioning face.

- "There is no point in wasting cum...", he said. "You know, if
you're lucky, you can still get pregnant from our perfect sperm...
Now, we want you to put that glass to your ass, and in a minute we
want to see a full glass..."

They just stood there, sipping their beer, looking down at her.
Diane hadn't even thought about pregnancy yet, and now she
realized with a chill through her stomach that the man was right.
She was off the pills. She wondered in fear if her husband had
told them.

There was nothing to do but obey. She brought the glass down
between her legs. She started pushing. The men whistled and
applauded.

A minute later, she held the glass back up. The thick liquid was
almost all white. She wondered what they would do...

Three men walked up and grabbed her, and then they pulled her legs
up violently, spreading them, forcing her crotch into the air. A
man spread her cunt lips and brought the glass there, tipping it,
pouring the cum slowly down her pussy hole.

They put two pillows from the couch on the floor. Then they put
her legs up against the wall, using the pillows to support her
back. A laughing man held up an old wine cork, and he forced it
inside her cunt like a plug.

She was trapped, upside-down, with gravity helping all that
black fuck juice flow down to her ovaries.

Diane didn't remember much of the next hour. She stayed
half-conscious where the men had put her. They left the house
at some point. Her husband came into the bathroom, drying her
off with a towel. He brought her over to the bed. She fell
asleep, waking up to the sounds of her husband cleaning the
bathroom, falling asleep again.

She was awakened by the dog licking her face. It was dark out.
Her husband was standing by the side of the bed, naked.

- "How are you?", he said.

She was about to start crying.

- "I...", she whispered. "I think maybe I should go to the
hospital..."

He didn't answer. When she saw the look on his face, she turned
silent, realizing that something was wrong.

He walked up to her face. He pointed his cock towards her.

- "Look up at me!", he said.

She did as he said, lying on her stomach, turning her head.

- "Please don't...", she said with a begging expression on her
face, still uncertain of what she was actually begging for.

A few seconds later, he started pissing. The stream first hit
her face and then moved across her body. The liquid was warm
against her skin.

When his stream ran out, he got up in the soaked bed, and he sat
down across her ass. He started stroking his cock to hardness.
Diane felt scared, exhausted, and helpless.

- "Please Fred...", she cried. "I can't take it... I have to get
up. I have to use the bathroom..."

She screamed as one of his fingers suddenly forced itself into
her sore asshole. He leaned forward with his mouth towards her
ear.

- "Well...", he whispered. "Nothing in here... That means you're
talking about pissing... You pissed yourself for them, didn't
you? So you can do it for me too!"

She didn't answer. He spread her asscheeks, and she felt the tip
of his cock against her anus. She braced herself for the pain. He
was really slow and careful, but she still had to whimper as he
lay down and pushed himself in.

- "Aoooo...", she ached silently.

Fred grunted in pleasure.

- "Tell me to fuck you!", he said. "Tell me you're my whore!"

- "Uuuhhhhh...", she complained quietly.

She was getting good at this game now.

- "I'm...", she continued. "I'm your whore...."

He slid his cock deep into her ass, ignoring her discomfort. His
hand moved down under her crotch. After some moving around, his
fingers found her clit.

- "All those black men...", he whispered in her ear. "You're full
of their sperm..."

His fingers started playing with her clit. His pushes into her
ass made her body move, grinding her crotch against his hand.
Soon, her breathing turned to panting.

- "Fred...", she said. "I really have to pee..."

- "Do it!", he answered into her ear. "Do it right here!"

It didn't happen on purpose. She just couldn't control her
muscles any more, and soon her urine started pouring over his
hand. The liquid spread from her cunt through the bed around her.

When Diane was done, she started grinding herself slowly against
his hand. It felt good...

- "Yeah...", he hissed into her ear. "That's right. Fuck
yourself, you dirty whore!"

- "Aahhhhh...", she answered. "You're raping me!! You're raping
me, Fred!!"

She started moaning. Within a few seconds, she was moaning louder
and louder, and then, suddenly, Diane started coming. Her orgasm
built as Fred fucked her ass harder and harder. With a loud
groan, his body tensed up and, finally, he pumped her asshole
full of cum.

When he was done, he rolled off her over to the dry part of the
bed.

She rolled over and curled up next to him.

- "Fred...", she said. "I love you so much..."

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