At My Brother-in-law's Mercy, Part 5<BR> <BR> Inevitably an evening arrived when John had to work late. I sat on the <BR> sofa, tense with nerves, dreading Ian's arrival. The moment he walked <BR> in it was obvious he was in a bad mood. He slumped down in a chair and <BR> closed his eyes. I waited, wondering how his mood was going to effect <BR> his treatment of me. He opened his eyes and looked at me.<BR> <BR> 'I've had a horrible day and I don't want any messing about from you. <BR> Get your clothes off and come here and give me a blowjob. I need some <BR> kind of tension relief.'<BR> <BR> Reluctantly I obeyed. He had kept his side of the bargain so far and I <BR> didn't want to do anything to spoil things. He had come home with an <BR> armful of estate agents details and told John he was planning to move <BR> out at the end of the month. John had been upset that he was leaving in <BR> such a short period of time and I tried to imitate his sorrow. He <BR> confided to me in bed that night that he would like our privacy back but <BR> that he would miss his brother a lot. I echoed his sentiments <BR> wholeheartedly although I would miss Ian for totally different reasons <BR> from John. So all I had to do was to get through the next three weeks <BR> and this torment would be over.<BR> <BR> With these thoughts running through my head I stripped off my clothes <BR> and dropped to my knees in front of Ian. I slid his fat cock into my <BR> mouth and began bobbing my head up and down, sucking as hard as I could.<BR> <BR> 'Try to use a little imagination,' Ian snapped. 'Lick and suck along <BR> the sides and use your tongue on the head. And be careful with your <BR> teeth.'<BR> <BR> I counted to ten mentally and managed not to yell back at him. I <BR> attempted to follow his directions and soon found myself warming to my <BR> task. I could tell by Ian's reactions when he was enjoying my actions. <BR> I hadn't realised that there were some many ways to give a man pleasure <BR> using my mouth. I took notes and decided that the next time John and I <BR> had time to fool around I would experiment a bit to see what he liked. <BR> The pre-cum still tasted disgusting but I found that I could usually <BR> smear it out of the way with my lips before it reached my tongue. Ian <BR> wasn't speaking or touching me and I could almost forget it was him I <BR> was pleasuring. I heard his breathing quicken and knew he was about to <BR> come. Remembering last time I reluctantly slid him as far into my mouth <BR> as I could and tried to swallow. My mouth was filled with warm cum, <BR> overflowing and dripping down my chin. It tasted as vile as I <BR> remembered and I struggled not to let my distaste show on my face.<BR> <BR> Ian leaned back in his chair with a satisfied look on his face, his cock <BR> rapidly growing limp.<BR> <BR> 'I'll get some tissue.' I offered and he made no objection. I hurried <BR> into the kitchen and as discreetly as possible rinsed my mouth out. <BR> When I returned to the sitting room Ian had the TV on. I cleaned the <BR> lingering damp traces from him as unobtrusively as possible and <BR> retreated to the sofa. He seemed to be engrossed in an episode of Star <BR> Trek and I could hardly believe my luck. I could handle giving him <BR> blowjobs whenever he wanted. Maybe the novelty of abusing me had worn <BR> off. Just as I was beginning to relax he spoke.<BR> <BR> 'I haven't finished with you yet. Lay down next to the TV and play with <BR> yourself.' I gaped at him in disbelief. After his order he had gone <BR> back to watching activities on the Enterprise. Reluctant to annoy him I <BR> unwillingly crawled over to the TV. I slid my hand between my legs and <BR> half-heartedly started rubbing my pussy.<BR> <BR> 'I want to watch,' Ian told me. 'Come on, spread your legs. I want to <BR> see fingers diving into your cunt and plenty of nipple sucking.' I knew <BR> better than to argue however strange his orders. I spread my legs wider <BR> and gently poked a finger inside myself. I wasn't the slightest bit <BR> turned on but I tried my best. I had a vague idea of trying to fake an <BR> orgasm and hope that that would satisfy him. I pushed a breast towards <BR> my face and bent my head so that my tongue could reach the nipple. The <BR> cool air had made them hard but not responsive. Somehow being sprawled <BR> out on my sitting room carpet in broad daylight was embarrassing me. <BR> When I played with myself it was in the dark and privacy of my bedroom. <BR> Even without the added tension of Ian watching me I wasn't the slightest <BR> bit aroused. Even so I preserved as it was still better than Ian raping <BR> me.<BR> <BR> 'This is a waste of time,' he said impatiently. 'I can't see a thing <BR> for all that hair. Go get a razor and some water and shave it off.'<BR> <BR> 'What!' I squealed, sitting up in shock. I saw the look on his face <BR> and hurriedly changed my mind about protesting. I had ached for days <BR> after the last time he had hit me and did not want to repeat the <BR> experience if I could help it. I fetched a bowl of water, a razor, some <BR> soap and a towel and resumed my position on the carpet. It wasn't the <BR> easiest task in the world. My neck and back ached from bending over to <BR> peer between my legs. The hair wasn't too thick but it was long and <BR> curly and it took several attacks with the razor to clear even a small <BR> space. I took my time, nervous about the sharp blade near the most <BR> sensitive part of my body. I was also hoping that if I took long enough <BR> there wouldn't be enough time for Ian to humiliate me anymore before <BR> John returned. When I glanced up I saw Ian intently watching my every <BR> move, one hand absently stroking his growing cock. My heart sank but no <BR> matter how slow I was eventually I had finished. Ian dropped to his <BR> knees next to me on the carpet.<BR> <BR> 'Lets have a look then,' he said, pushing my knees wider apart. I could <BR> feel the air on my exposed pussy in a totally new way without the <BR> shelter of my curls. Ian ran his finger down from my stomach over the <BR> newly shaved area and along a now naked lip. My skin felt ten times <BR> more sensitive than previously and I could not control the shiver of <BR> pleasure.<BR> <BR> 'It's so smooth,' Ian marvelled, his fingers exploring further. He <BR> pulled the lips surrounding my clit apart, examining every inch. He <BR> moved closer and the next moment I felt his tongue on my clit. I bit my <BR> lip trying hard not to respond as he worked his way all over my pussy <BR> with his mouth but it was impossible. Nerve endings I hadn't previously <BR> known existed were now exposed to his exploring tongue. I could hear <BR> the blood pounding in my ears as I approached orgasm. Ian plunged his <BR> tongue into my cunt and I came, writhing on the carpet. He removed his <BR> mouth and instantly thrust his cock into my still spasming cunt. He <BR> circled his hips, extracting every possible fraction of friction from my <BR> newly shaved skin. My ebbing orgasm returned in full force and I <BR> twisted beneath his thrusts, the carpet rough against my bottom. To my <BR> relief he came quickly and withdrew, leaving me trembling on the carpet.<BR> <BR> When I regained the strength to move I collected the shaving equipment <BR> and limped upstairs. Ian was once again absorbed in Star Trek and <BR> hardly noticed me leave. I took a shower to remove as much of his touch <BR> as I could. The unfamiliar feel of water on bare skin was extremely <BR> stimulating. My fingers drifted down of their own accord. I told <BR> myself that I was just checking I hadn't missed any hairs but I soon <BR> forgot the pretence. My clit seemed more accessible and sensitive than <BR> ever before and I soon stroked myself to orgasm. Surprised at myself <BR> and hoping that Ian hadn't heard me I towelled myself dry and began <BR> preparing tea.<BR> <BR> I spent the evening wondering how John would react and what explanation <BR> I could offer. I was tense all evening and relieved when he headed to <BR> bed early. I pottered around waiting until he was in bed before <BR> beginning to get undressed myself.<BR> <BR> 'I did something today and I'm not sure if you'll like it,' I told him <BR> nervously.<BR> <BR> 'What is it, baby?' he asked. 'Come on, don't keep me in suspense.'<BR> <BR> Shyly I turn round so that he could see. His eyebrows shot up in <BR> surprise then a slow smile spread across his face. He sat up and pulled <BR> me closer with an arm around my waist. He gently dragged his fingertip <BR> across the newly exposed surface and smiled when I shivered reflexively.<BR> <BR> 'Is that nice?' he asked. I nodded dumbly. 'What made you decide to do <BR> this?'<BR> <BR> 'I don't know, an impulse I guess,' I lied.<BR> <BR> 'Well I like it. I need to explore more to be sure, of course,' he <BR> teased, pulling down besides him on the bed. The loving caress of his <BR> hands and mouth soon created my fourth orgasm of the day and when he <BR> entered me I came again. Exhausted but happy I fell asleep in my <BR> husband's arms wondering if I should be grateful to Ian.<BR> <BR> Any kind feelings I had towards Ian soon disappeared. John had to work <BR> late again a few days later. Ian came hurrying into the house and <BR> pulled me upstairs.<BR> <BR> 'I'm off out tonight to watch the match down the pub,' he explained, <BR> rapidly removing his clothes. 'Some of the lads are picking me up so I <BR> don't have much time. I'm really horny though so get those clothes off <BR> and spread your legs.'<BR> <BR> Resentfully I obeyed him but not quick enough. He impatiently pushed my <BR> skirt to the floor and shoved me face down onto the bed. He used his <BR> fingers to spread my lips then rammed his cock hard into my pussy. I <BR> cried out involuntarily as his cock forced my cunt to stretch around it. <BR> He took no notice and began rotating his hips, pressing his cock deeper <BR> and deeper inside me. His hands fumbled under my body to find my <BR> breasts. I felt his hand on my hair and levered myself up on my elbows <BR> to give him more access before he could yank my hair. He gave a grunt <BR> of satisfaction and began a vigorous massage of my breasts. Incredibly <BR> my body began to respond to him. My cunt was rapidly becoming wet and <BR> my nipples were swelling and hardening. The material of the bedspread <BR> was rubbing against my clit every time he thrust his cock into me. My <BR> whimpers of pain rapidly became moans of pleasure as an orgasm built. <BR> Just as the orgasm swept through my body I heard a knock at the door. <BR> Even as I writhed in ecstasy, the room filled with my yells, a panicked <BR> part of brain tried to work out who it could be.<BR> <BR> Ian pulled out of me and stuck his head out of the window. I could <BR> hardly hear the murmur of his voice over the pounding of my blood but I <BR> clearly heard the door open and close. I pushed myself to my feet but <BR> Ian caught hold of me and pushed me back to the bed, this time on my <BR> back.<BR> <BR> 'I haven't finished with you yet,' he said, wasting no time plunging <BR> back into me. His mouth fastened onto a nipple and my back arched in <BR> response as pleasure spread through me. After only a few thrusts of his <BR> cock I could feel another wave of orgasm take control of my body. Even <BR> as I cried out and twisted under it's onslaught I realised that someone <BR> was coming up the stairs. I opened my eyes to see two unknown men <BR> lounging in the doorway. Ian didn't stop fucking me, looking down at me <BR> with a cruel gleam in his eyes.<BR> <BR> 'Sorry I'm running a bit late lads,' he said to the new arrivals. 'This <BR> little slut was just begging for a fucking and I could hardly refuse <BR> her, could I?' I writhed in embarrassment as the strangers' eyes <BR> crawled appreciatively over my body. Ian pushed himself up on one arm <BR> so more of my body was exposed to their gaze and began rubbing my clit. <BR> His touch started the tremors deep inside me and I tried to move away. <BR> It would be too humiliating to climax with his friends watching.<BR> <BR> 'Got great tits, hasn't she?' Ian asked them. They came further into <BR> the room to get a better look. 'Give her tits a squeeze, makes her go <BR> crazy.' Ian suggested. I drew in my breath to make a protest but Ian <BR> gave my clit a cruel nip. I moaned and saw the look on his face. The <BR> message was clear; if I didn't co-operate he would hurt me. He slid his <BR> arms under my knees to spread my legs even wider and increased the <BR> vigour of his thrusts. His friends were sat on the bed either side of <BR> my head, their hands greedily reaching for my breasts.<BR> <BR> I closed my eyes and tried to imagine myself a million miles away from <BR> this humiliation. It was a mistake. Deprived of sight my other senses <BR> sharpened. Two pairs of hands stroked and squeezed my breasts, soon <BR> joined by two mouths tugging at my nipples. Ian's fat cock was pounding <BR> in and out of my cunt with my legs widespread to maximise the friction <BR> on my clit. Helpless under their stimulation I came and came again. <BR> With each climax they intensified their attentions. Overwhelmed by my <BR> body's convulsions I barely realised when they took my hands and wrapped <BR> them around their cocks. Ian came at last and withdrew and I gradually <BR> regained my senses. <BR> <BR> My hands and breasts were spattered with strangers' cum and Ian's was <BR> dripping out of my cunt. Ian disappeared into the bathroom leaving me <BR> with his two leering friends. They were both busy cleaning their cocks <BR> with tissue before zipping them back into their trousers. Ian <BR> reappeared and kissed me hard on the mouth, his tongue thrusting inside. <BR> I could see his satisfaction at my humiliation in his eyes.<BR> <BR> 'Clean this mess up, there's a good girl,' he told me. 'Don't worry, <BR> you may see the guys again this weekend. I know they'll be pleased to <BR> see you again.' He gave me a smirk and departed, his friends trailing <BR> after him.<BR> <BR> I lay there as the cum dried on my skin, wondering what Ian had planned. <BR> I had totally forgotten that John was away at a conference but obviously <BR> Ian hadn't. I dreaded to imagine what he had thought up.<BR> <BR> <BR> <BR> <BR> <BR> <BR> <BR> -- <BR> +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+<BR> | <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> |<BR> | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ |<BR> <http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/>----<http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/faq.html><BR> <BR> <BR> <BR> <BR> <BR> <BR> <BR> </HTML>