Rafael’s two associates were in the street talking near the asshole’s car, and when he came near and dug in his pocket for his keys, they threw a sack over his head, knocked him out, and hustled him into the van. They drove off.
Another car with two men in it drove by three minutes after the van had turned the corner. One of the men got out, got into the kidnapped man’s car and drove it off. It would be left in the Electro-Mall parking lot for the asshole to find later. Not a trace of evidence that anyone but the owner had ever been in the car was left for the police to find.
“Carlo, Carlo, Carlo you’ve done well. Let me be miserable in peace,” I said to my number one soldier.
“Max, she is not the devil. She thinks you ‘betrayed her’. It was the filthbag Williams who caused the problem,” said Carlo.
“He’ll get his,” I said. ‘He’ll definitely get his."
Carlo fell silent for a moment. He knew that what his boss said was true. They both knew that the bad guy was getting his at that very moment. “You could have just had them hit,” he said, finally.
“What they did hurt me, but what they did was not reason enough to kill them. They’ll suffer enough,” said Max.
“I’d rather be dead than go through what that Williams guy is going through,” said Carlo.
Max had to smile. It was pretty heavy what was happening to the guy, he thought. But, he deserved every little bit of it. The things he’d done, and to Ginger, let alone to him personally were beyond the pale. Max felt not the slightest remorse for any of it.
“Your wife thinks you’re away until Thursday?” said Carlo.
“Yes, I intend to stay away till then. I want to cool off a little before I talk to her. It’s not something I can do while I am still hot under the collar,” said Max.
“I think you are right to handle it that way,” said Carlo.
Max tilted back his drink draining the glass. He held it high in the universal signal to the bartendress to refill it. Carlo fallowed suit.
The bartendress was Marie Gilson: a slim, blond, blue-eyed babe from Montana of all places. Marie had four boys and a girl, but with maniacal dedication to exercise and good eating habits, she had been able to keep her shape in spite of the mass of birthings and the passage of time: Marie was forty three years old—two years older than Max.
She came to them and refilled their whiskeys. So what’s the matter with you two guys? You bonding or something? Don’t the girls like you?" she laughed.
“You know, Marie,” said Max, “jealousy is a terrible thing!”
“Yeah, I’m jealous of you guys—not!” she laughed again.
The two amigos talked and drank for another two hours before they hit the road.
Thursday morning Max packed his small bag and returned to the house. Ginger would not expect him until nightfall, but he was going to surprise her. It was time to go on the offensive.
When he arrived, she wasn’t home. He knew that it was her morning to be shopping at the local food store. He put on a pot of coffee and waited. He figured she’d be in around ten or so. At 10:37 he heard the garage door opener engage. He’d set his order of battle.
He was dressed in his good suit. He had a cup of black coffee, newly refilled, on a coaster, on the end table, by the couch where he had taken up his position. Legs crossed, refreshed, he felt—serene.
He heard the screen door to the kitchen slam as she hustled the groceries into the house. He smiled mischievously: if she’d known he was there, he’d have been the one getting the groceries out of the car. This was getting good, he thought.
He could hear her puttering around in the kitchen putting things away, and likely getting things ready for dinner. He recalled how she intended to lay out his options to him today. He figured that that would be something she’d planned to do after dinner; it was her style. It occurred to him that each knew the other pretty well. Well, after twenty-plus years of marriage that was to be expected, he supposed.
The noise stopped. He knew she’d finally noticed the coffee pot on and nearly full. She’d be asking herself if she’d somehow forgotten it and left it on. Then, she’d remember that it had not been her. Then, she’d start wondering and looking.
“Max?” she called out. He decided to answer.
“In here, dear,” I answered. I waited.
She came into the front room and looked at him sitting on the couch. He was well dressed and confident looking. It shook her.
“Max! How? When? Have you been here the whole time! You couldn’t come and helped me with the groceries, announce your presence. Something?”
“I was just relaxing thinking of the little talk that we’re going to have,” I said.
“Talk! Okay, I’ll say we’re going to have a talk. I’ve been wanting to talk to you for a few days now, really longer,” said Ginger.
“Oh?”
“Yes Max. Max, I have a lover, and I want a divorce,” she announced. Her confidence had returned.
“Hmm, and why would that be, dearheart?” I said.
His calm demeanor shook her confidence yet again. He was taking things in an awfully blasé way, but she continued. “Well, how about because you cheated on me! How about that?” she said.
“And, why would you think that I had cheated on you?” I said.
“Because you had been seen by two different people going into Colby’s Inn on several occasions with that hussy!” she said.
Two different people? Interesting. But, I had time.
“Really, and just who is this hussy that I am supposed to be fucking? You are accusing me of fucking her right?”
“Yes, and it’s Denise North,” said Ginger coolly.
Denise was a secretary at Electro. She’d worked directly for the asshole.
“Denise left town weeks ago. Quit and left town,” I said. Suddenly, I had it. The asshole had used Denise, probably fired her, or maybe paid her, who knew. But, she wasn’t there to corroborate the truth or fallacy of anything. Neat, I thought. Mr. Williams was nothing if not thorough.
“And if I might ask, who was it that saw Denise and I sneaking around?” I said.
“James Michaelson and Mar…” she cut herself off. “I doesn’t matter it was two of them,” she said.
“And Mark Williams,” I finished for her.
“Well, yes, since you have to know. Your very own boss.”
“Boss, yes, but not for long,” I said.
“What do mean?” she said. She was beginning to suspect all was not right, that she was the one on the carpet, not her husband.
“Sit down, Ginger. I have a few things to say. When I’m done you can talk, but please do me the courtesy of not interrupting till I’m done. After all, I didn’t interrupt you and the asshole today while you were fucking him,” I said.
She almost fell into the recliner she’d been standing in front of.
“Wha…”
“Yes, I was just in there. I heard it all.” I nodded toward the kitchen. The shock on her face was precious.
“Okay,” I said. “First off, I never cheated on you, not with Denise, not with anybody else. Secondly, you’re a sucker. Williams made you believe I’d cheated so that he could get into your pants. I’m not sure where Michaelson fits into all of this, but he’s evidently backing Williams, and if he is, he’s had it.
“Next: Inadequate? Little faggot? I deserved to be called names like that? Tell me, dear, how long have you hated me?” I said.
She was terrified now. She tried to gather herself. She was searching for words. She was dead-mortal-lead-pipe-cinch certain now that I had seen them on Tuesday. “Well, I admit, I may have been a little harsh…”
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“A little harsh! You tore the heart out of me. I have loved you, honored you, protected you; and all you can say is you were a little harsh! I’d say you went a little beyond harsh, dear.
“I am sick at heart from what you’ve done to me. Now, I would like to hear what you have to say for yourself,” I said. I was actually forcing myself to fight back tears. I didn’t want to give up the advantage here, but she saw it, and reacted.
“You’re telling me you didn’t fuck Denise?” she said.
I nodded, I was afraid my voice would crack.
“But, Michaelson? Your boss?”
“They lied,” I said quietly.
She was beginning to think that maybe she’d made a huge mistake. “Maybe I should have asked you, confronted you,” she said. “But there were two of them. And, Mark said that there were others—”
“No, there weren’t and aren’t,” I said.
She didn’t say the words out loud; she mouthed them: Oh my gawd! Now she was crying. She was at a loss.
I looked at my watch. I’d told Rafael to wait till noon to make the call. It was still a full hour yet.
“Ginger, I said quietly, there will be no divorce. You’ll just have to get used to having your little faggot around. You won’t be cheating on me anymore, and I mean ever; you won’t like it very much if you do.
“I’m not sure how I am going to get by you disrespecting me like you did; but I’ll do it somehow.
“You’ll continue being the mother of our children, going to sodality meetings, and being the wife that I ‘deserve’ not the stupid ass whore you’ve been acting like this past while. Do you have anything to say?”
She was staring. She was almost catatonic. “Max, I—I—I think that I’m sorry. So sorry. I don’t know why I should, but I believe you. But what did he…”
“Hope to gain? The arrogant little shit wanted into your pants, and that’s all, and he succeeded. But, he’ll pay. I can assure you of that,” I said.
We talked for some time, and then the phone rang. “Please get it,” I said. “It’s Williams. Talk to him.”
“How do you…?”
“Just answer the damn phone,” I said forcefully.
They talked for about two minutes. Finally, she hung up the phone. “He admits having lied to me. He said he’s sorry. Just sorry! He’s ruined me—us—and he’s sorry!.
“I want you to go to him. Not today, but in a week or so. It will be the last time you see him, but I want you to see him and talk with him. Let him know how you feel. I need you to see him and tell him how it is.”
I had an ulterior motive in wanting her to see him. He would be “her” object lesson. It would be one she would never forget.
“Max, about my wanting a divorce…”
“I told you, there will be no divorce, and that’s the end of it.”
She nodded. She was too unnerved to argue the point, and she clearly didn’t want to in any event.
“We will speak of this again after you’ve done what you need to do,” I said. “Don’t forget, in a week’s time.” She nodded.
Nine days later, she made the call to her ex-lover. He sounded strange, but he invited her over.
She’d find him alone in his apartment about four miles up the road. I gave her ten minutes to get there. Geezsus, how I would like to have been there, but that wasn’t the plan.
******
She mounted the steps to his second story apartment. She knocked lightly and entered without waiting for him to open the door.
“Hello,” he said.
“Hello,” she returned.
“My husband…” She took a seat across from him.
“He knows,” said Mark. “I’m aware.”
“He told me to come here,” said Ginger. “I’m not sure why, really. But, he insisted. You lied to me, Mark. You all but ruined my life and his and our children’s. That was just plain evil.”
“I wanted you, but that isn’t even possible anymore. Your husband is a very dangerous man,” said Mark.
“You’re lucky he didn’t beat you to death after he found out,” said Ginger.
“Beat me to death? I wish he had,” said
Mark. “What he did to me is far worse.”
“Worse than being dead?” said Ginger. “I hardly think so.”
“You say he told you to come here to talk with me, but you didn’t know why,” said Mark.
“Yes.”
“Well, he had a reason. I am being forced to be here with you too,” he said. “I think it is the second worst moment of my life.”
She inclined her head as if to say she didn’t understand.
“I have something to show you. If I do not, he will kill me and all of my family back in Illinois. He is not bluffing.This is the why you are here,” he said.
Mark stood and dropped his pants.
“Don’t you take your…”
She stopped in mid-sentence. Her mouth hung open, no words escaped. Her face reddened as he lifted his limp cock upwards. “Mark! You’re…!”
He started to cry. “I guess I blew it,” he said.
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The phone in the kitchen rang; it shook me out of my reverie.
She was screaming into it! “My gawd! Max, how could you have done something like this! It’s awful! The worst! He didn’t deserve this. My gawd!” She settled down but she was sobbling.
“Get home now. Leave him. And, Ginger, yes he did deserve what he got.” I hung up.
She was home in nine minutes. I braced myself for the assault. She stormed into the living room; her face was streaked from her crying. I was again seated on the couch. This time I had a straight vodka in my hand.
“Geezsus! you monster,” she said. “You castrated him!”
“I was here the whole time,” I said. “I didn’t do a damn thing, but confront you with your infidelity. And, defend myself against your threat of divorce.
“He on the other hand was rubbing his hands together in anticipation of porking you tonight. You know, during your sodality meeting,” I said, about as sarcastically as I could.
Her face flushed momentarily.
“You must have had help, but you did it,” she accused.
I just sat and waited.
“You cut off his balls,” she sobbed.
“But, I let him live, and his family” I said. “That could change if anything untoward happens to me. Anything!” I said.
Ginger was having trouble even blinking. Her mind raced. If she had been terrified before she was way beyond that now. “Who are you?” she said, at last. “He’s a eunuch. What have you done?”
“Who am I? Someone it is not a good idea to mess with. Learn that now, immediately. I am not bluffing,” I said.
She was shaking. “No, I don’t suppose you are,” she said.
I knew she’d get over it. I also knew that she was not going to be looking for anymore strange either. Not ever.
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A couple of weeks after the day of reckoning, we were all seated at Uncle Enzo’s table. The conversation was light and happy.
After dinner, he and I were out on the veranda smoking pipes. Aunt Betina would never allow smoking in the house.
“I hear you handled your situation,” he said.
“Yes.”
“Good. Ginger is a fine woman. But, she’s a woman. She needs a man’s hand to guide her. Just do your job, and let her do hers. It’s the way of nature,” he said.
“I understand,” I said. And, I did.
The End
Ongoing Punishment
John parks the car at the far end of the large car park so we’re not seen arriving together. That’s very important. We play by my husband’s rules. I have no choice in the matter.
“Come on you little slut,” he says, killing the headlights and switching off the ignition. He doesn’t smile, only puts his hand up my skirt and feels my crotch. “Jesus!” he says. You can’t wait, can you?"
I’m already moist with anticipation, but this doesn’t stop a tear coming to my eye. I have an odd mixture of feelings. On one hand I feel a naughty excitement, and on the other a feeling of hurt and helplessness to be used this way.
“Let’s see if you can pull for me tonight.”
My heartbeat is thundering in my ears and there’s that familiar fluttering in my tummy. It’s always the same.
“Yes, master,” I reply, and he takes my chin in two fingers.
“You’d just better not forget it,” he says with a cruel smile. The tear slips down my cheek.
He kisses me lightly, without emotion. He ignores mine. He slips his hand inside my panties and fingers me. I shift about on the seat as he teases me, playing with the hair, the leather upholstery squeaking and sticking to the bare expanse of flesh between stocking tops and underwear.
“You’re crying,” he’s noticed. “Why do you cry?”
I just shake my head, and he takes his hand out from under my skirt and smells his fingers.
“Oh, baby. You’re just so hot and dirty, aren’t you?”
I’ve lost count of the times we’ve engaged in this scenario. It’s a revenge thing for him partly. For the time I was unfaithful. A weekend away with the girls (a hen bash) and he somehow got to hear about my indiscretion with a waiter at the hotel and he’s made me pay ever since.
The funny thing is, despite the tears (they don’t always happen) I get a kick out of our sordid scenarios too. In fact I think I enjoy it more than he does sometimes, though I wouldn’t let on. It would only piss him off even more. I know he gets a buzz out of me going with another bloke, making myself and any orifice available to the guy’s whims and fancies. It turns him on something rotten. But it’s not such a punishment as he thinks it is, making me go with someone of his choosing.
The tears and emotion that come with it are a kind of paradox. I guess it’s because I know that I’m a willing slave to it anyway, and I hate myself for it. Sometimes I really wish it felt like a punishment and I would be relieved of the guilt for sharing that waiter’s bed.
The keen autumn air nips at my bared flesh when my mini skirt rises as I step out of the car. John lets me go on ahead while he hangs back. My shoes crunch the gravel drive while my breath steams out ahead of me.
A man opens the bar door to leave, releasing the indoor acoustic of a blaring jukebox. He shoves past without bothering to hold the door for me. “Hey, mister..!” I say. He looks me up and down. Moves on. It’s that kind of place.
I get a drink from the bar and head for a table at the rear. John enters a few moments after my first sip. We don’t acknowledge each other. He chooses a table against the wall from which we can see each other as well as everyone else who enters the bar. He’ll choose a man for me and give me the nod. We haven’t been to this particular joint before, but the clientele seems kind of familiar.
A few cheap-looking working girls loll at the bar. Blue smoke curls up from their cigarettes, around the bags under their eyes and up into their frizzy hair-dos. They all look the same. They cadge drinks and vie for the cleaner looking punters. Most of the other patrons are well-paid contractors, construction workers with cash to flash and, if they happen to be particularly lucky, a little romance which they won’t have to pay for anyway.
There are a few city gents too. Perhaps they’re slumming it for a bit of rough, though I don’t put myself in that category. Things are gradually changing in this neighbourhood, it’s on the up. Hence the construction guys and latest building developments. One thing doesn’t change though…
Working girls. They always look the same…
Unlike them, I’m dressed conservatively in a dark business suit and sheer white silk blouse with nothing underneath. I keep my jacket buttoned until my husband signals me to remove it and display myself. My breasts aren’t large but they’re high and nicely shaped. My nipples are dark and prominent and show through the blouse.
One of the nicer-dressed men notices me. He smiles and lifts his drink in acknowledgement. He’s a good-looking guy. I glance at my husband. He doesn’t give anything away.
I return the man’s smile. Perhaps he’ll be the one I’ll get to go to bed with tonight. He carries his drink to my table and asks if he can join me. I nod yes. He sits across from me. He’s in his mid-thirties, expensively dressed, his hair nicely styled, teeth white and straight. I’ve been with a lot worse. He looks like a lawyer or accountant. He asks my name.
“Jill,”
A white lie.
He says his is Dave, probably also a white one. People don’t come to places like this to meet people they ever want to see again.
Dave asks what I’m drinking and offers to buy me a refill. I accept. I need a few drinks to calm my nerves and make myself ready. We make small talk. He seems nice, not the type to hurt a woman, but looks can be deceptive. Some of the nicer looking ones have been the meanest in my experience.
We talk for about twenty minutes. I’m comfortable with him. I hope John will give the thumbs up. He nods approval, but not the full gold seal. That means we won’t be taking this particular one home with us. Pity.
I slip my jacket off. Dave watches me, ogling my breasts. Several other men notice, too. I tingle inside. I love being on display for strangers. Dave approves of what he sees. I can see it in his eyes. His gaze tracks across my breasts and the moistening valley in between. He’s already planning how to get me out of here and into his bed.
We talk the small stuff for a few minutes. I glance at my husband. He licks his lips and walks to the men’s room. That’s my cue. Dave is in for a little treat, but he won’t be the one going home with me. Perhaps John thinks he’s too genteel or well mannered. He never explains why he chooses or rejects men.
John doesn’t come back. That means the men’s room is empty. I touch the back of Dave’s hand, toy with the top button of my blouse and tell him I have something to show him. He follows me to the toilets and is puzzled when I enter the men’s room. He hesitates before following me in.
He looks around suspiciously. I know what he’s wondering. Is it a trap? Am I in cahoots with someone who aims to mug him? Is it some kind of sex-sting operation?
One cubicle has an “out of order” sign on the closed door – my husband’s normal trick. It isn’t locked. I know he’s in the cubicle next to this one. I open the door and Dave follows me in and bolts it. Now it’s my turn to get edgy. If this guy was so inclined, he’d have time to hurt me before my husband can intervene. A few men have hurt me. One burned me with a cigarette, thinking it would somehow turn me on. I still have a small button scar on the inside of my thigh. Normally it’s okay. Most guys are okay.
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Dave pulls me to him and kisses me. He fumbles under my blouse and squeezes my breast. He smells of fresh shampoo and expensive cologne. I return his kiss. I wonder how he wants to play it. What will be the thing or things that throw his switches?
Dave’s tongue probes my mouth while his hand slides away from my breast to lift my skirt. He finds what he’s looking for and slips his hand inside my panties. He toys with my pubic hair then he cups me. “I love hairy pussies,” he whispers in my ear. “And yours is supreme.”
I smile inwardly at the strange compliment.
I move on his hand and pant into his mouth. I want him to soil me and I know that’s what my husband wants too. He wants me to act like a slut, to prostrate myself at the feet of this guy, to take his cock out and suck it until he comes in my mouth, and then swill and swirl it around my tongue, opening my mouth to show it to him before I swallow the pearly muck.
I know that’s what John would want. He loves to watch me shudder and gag as I try and swallow his (John’s) copious emissions and I guess he gets a voyeuristic thrill from thinking of or seeing me doing the same to another man, particularly a casual bar “pick-up”.
I’m here to satisfy - firstly my husband’s lust, and secondly, this other man’s. But what about my own?
I touch him through his trousers. He’s nice and firm. I fumble with his zipper. His great cock springs into my hand like a small rubber cosh. Dave’s middle finger finds its way between my labia and slides inside me and I move my hips to ride it.
I’m not supposed to experience pleasure in these seedy acts, only degradation and humiliation. That’s what turns John on, the thought of me being humiliated at the expense of pleasure. Well, you’re wrong, Johnny boy! Humiliation and pleasure go hand in hand in my book. Supposed to or not, I often have an amazing orgasm with the men you pick for me.
I push his hand gently aside and sink to my knees on the stone-tiled floor. Dave’s cock bounces in front of my face. He’s large and natural. I wrap my left arm around the backs of his thighs, take him in my right hand and work his tight foreskin back, exposing the scarlet head. The waiter was the only other uncut man I’ve ever been with. Dave reminds me a little of him.
He’s clean and pleasant, unlike most of the men with whom I have sex. I lick the head. The ridge behind is prominent. I imagine how nice he’d feel moving back and forth against my G-Spot. I lick the eye of his cock, penetrating it with the tip of my tongue. I can taste the sweet stuff oozing up his shaft. He trembles with pleasure.
I guide him between my lips. I continue to hold him while he’s in my mouth to keep him from thrusting in too deeply and also to resist the temptation of touching myself if I were to let go. I would come too quickly. Dave holds my cheeks clumsily between his hands and fucks my mouth. The stone tiled floor grazes my knees. I squeeze his cock and suck hard to bring him on quickly. Our time is limited in here.
I imagine John masturbating steadily while in the cubicle next to us. He likes me to be noisy when I’m sucking somebody off. That’s another thing that turns him on – sounds. He’s a real sound and vision man all right.
He and Dave will have their orgasms to enjoy and I’ll have a mouth full of caustic cum to savour - saline and viscous. Whether I spit or swallow will depend on taste and mood. We all get our own little kick from this sordid scene.
Dave grunts and forces himself deeper into my mouth. I let go of his thick shaft. It’s almost over. My nose touches the wiry hair at the base of his cock. He smells of musky men’s talc. He gushes hotly against the back of my throat and then pulls partway out so he can feel my tongue against the knob of his cock. I swirl it around while he fills my mouth. It must have been quite a while since he’d jerked off or fucked, which is surprising - good-looking man like him. He’s very viscous and, my god, he’s so very salty! He ejaculates in about half-a-dozen pulsing spasms, not the single explosion I was expecting.
I time it badly and some of his sperm slips down my throat before I can do anything about it. John likes me to keep some back to share with him when it’s all over, so I have to be careful not to swallow it all at once. But there’s loads of the stuff and I can hardly swallow fast enough to keep up with him. I gag and cough and the back of my throat burns to the ammonic rush.
He softens quickly and withdraws, zips up, straightens his clothes. He suddenly looks guilty and embarrassed. He asks, “How much?” I shake my head, and wave my hand flatly. He looks puzzled. There is no goodbye kiss, no word of endearment. I no longer exist now that he’s satisfied. He can’t wait to get away, back to his wife I bet.
He departs, coat collar up, looking sheepishly around him as he crosses the floor. The door swings close again.
He seemed like a nice bloke. I wish he’d been the one to take home with us.
John enters the cubicle and leers at me, a curious mixture of disdain and admiration. He’s still hard, his cock shiny wet with ejaculate in the bare white electric light. It twitches in time with his pulse.
“Are you hot?” he demands. “Do you like sucking off strangers in public toilets?” He inspects my nipples through my blouse then slaps my breasts because they’re hard. But it’s not the sex that has made them pointy. The room is cold. But he interprets it as a sign of insolence and smacks them again. A slice of pain makes me gasp. He commands me to raise my skirt. He touches my pussy. I’m sopping. He forces my thighs apart and plunges two fingers into me.
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“Oh, you are hot!” he says. “You don’t care who fucks or fingers you as long as you get your little “cum”, do you, you filthy bitch!”
He moves his thick fingers roughly in and out and rubs my clit with his thumb. He watches my eyes. I try not to react but I can’t help myself. I need the release of an orgasm desperately.
He masturbates me until the breath is hissing between my lips. I pat them with my hand and some of Dave’s “cum” I’ve been trying to keep back for my husband oozes out and begins to run down my chin. It’s one of the things he demands - that I share the other man’s ejaculate with him when I can manage it.
John seizes on my soiled lips, his tongue driving through. I know he gets a buzz out of tasting another man’s nectar so I let him have it. He spits it back and for a while we play around with it, passing it back and forth, until finally, he swallows it. My hips take up the rhythm of his hand. Maybe he’ll actually let me have a climax in this dirty, foul smelling little room. I clamp down on his fingers. He pulls them out of me with a wet, sucking sound. My need aches and burns.
“I haven’t given you permission to cum!” he snarls. “You don’t deserve it.”
But it happens anyway, and as always it almost jack-knives my body in half with the spasm.
He puts his hands on my shoulders and forces me down on my knees. I know what he wants. I raise my face and open my mouth. He peers in, then pushes two fingers inside to feel the last of Dave’s white stuff. He withdraws his fingers, smears them on my cheeks and holds them in front of my face.
“Did you like having that man fuck your mouth, you little whore?” he demands.
He’ll punish me whether I answer yes or no. If I say yes, I’ll admit to taking pleasure without permission. If no, I’ll insult him by indicating that following his commands is not pleasurable. I mentally flip a coin, hoping to give him the response he wants.
“Yes, master,” I reply. “Thank you for letting me suck that man’s lovely big dick.” He slaps my cheek so hard I see stars. Perhaps he would have done it even if I’d answered no. It doesn’t matter.
“Is his as good as mine?” Another chance to be punished.
“No, master.” No slap follows. I’ve given the right answer this time. He smiles and holds his fingers in front of my mouth. I lick them clean of Dave’s remaining goo. John shakes his cock at me, as if in anger.
“Now do it to me, bitch!” he hisses. I start to take him between my lips. He slaps me again. “I want to cream your filthy throat!” he hisses. “Keep your head still, you dirty bitch, and let me fuck your head!”
After allowing him to drive his cock into my mouth until I’m almost retching, I take him in my hand and masturbate him the last couple of strokes. He squirts into my mouth several times, mixing his sweet, insipid cum with what’s left of Dave’s savoury fare. He softens. I wait for permission to swallow. He puts his cock back in his pants and combs his hair before he grants it with a chin nod. With great relief I let my second helping of cum slide down my throat. The drinks and excitement are having an effect on me. I ask permission to use the ladies room.
“Go ahead and piss here,” he says, pointing to the urinal bowl. I push the filthy seat up with my foot while he blocks the doorway, straightening his tie. I squat over the bowl. The urine-splashed, discoloured porcelain is cold against my legs. I have trouble starting. He leans toward me, slaps my face. “Go on, slut, piss in front of your master.”
Then there’s a dribble of liquid from me followed by a sustained gush that would have done a horse proud. John nods satisfaction. He watches, enjoying my humiliation. “Oh baby, some day I’m going to drink all your steaming piss!”
Afterwards, I wash my face in a disgusting, cracked sink, straighten my clothes and tidy my dishevelled hair in a graffiti decorated mirror.
I leave the room first and return to my table. He waits a few seconds, then walks back to his. If anyone has seen me come out of the men’s room, they’re not making an issue of it.
My husband scans the crowd. A lot more customers have arrived. It must be shift change at the construction site. They work through the night there.
Dave’s drink sits half-finished on the table. He got what he wanted; now he’s gone. I finish mine, swirling it around in my mouth like a mouthwash. I finish his, too. The taste of the spermy cocktail gradually recedes.
A large, heavyset black man in a worn leather jacket looks at me from the bar. My husband gives the signal. I smile seductively and move my shoulders back ever so slightly to accentuate my breasts. I wonder why he couldn’t have chosen Dave or one of the other clean cut ones. I pray silently that the man won’t want anything to do with me. Maybe he’ll think I’m out of his league. John likes to see black men fuck me in the arse. The black guy buys another beer and caries it toward my table. Game on!
I notice John smiling, licking his lips in anticipation of watching and videoing this man having sex with his loving wife-slut in our special little room back home. I have the feeling the three of us are in for a long night!
The End
Sex Slaves Wanted
Rose was taking a new friend, Lavonne shopping with her at her favorite store, The G-Spot. Lavonne was very attractive, she had medium caramel colored skin, small nose and pouty lips with soft brown eyes. She had really long velvety brown hair that flowed down over her shoulder down to the small of her back. Nice round ass, with silky smooth long legs. Yet, only slightly taller than Rose, she wore high heels to make herself look taller and more intimating to fellow office workers that didn’t know her personally.
They were in the bondage section looking for stuff to add to their collection. Lavonne and Rose were holding up collars and leashes to see which one would be the slave and which one would be the master. Lavonne was commenting on how she would like to be treated like a real slave. She wanted to be degraded and treated like a cave woman. Rose just laughed hardly taking her serious.
There were other people there too. One was a man who was taking quite a bit of notice to Lavonne and Rose. He seemed very interested in what these two women were talking about. He kept looking up at them and watching them while pretending to be interested in sex swings, and soft hand cuffs.
Lavonne held up a cat o’ tails. Snapped Rose across the ass. Rose jumped. This made Lavonne laugh. Rose just rubbed her ass not thinking it to be very funny. Lavonne was getting excited by all the leather, whips and different bondage stuff. So much she started to rub herself against Rose’s ass while trying to grab Rose’s tits. Rose just turned around and gave her that “not here” look.
By this time the man walked over to the ladies, he could take no more. He induced himself as Sir Charles. They ladies just raised an eyebrow like who does this guy think he is. He said he had a house on an island and he was having some guests over for a small intimate get together. He said he was looking for sex slaves who were into be degraded and misused. It would be totally brutal. Looking them up and down with a huge grin on his face. Lavonne’s eyes lit up. This is exactly what she was looking for. She was jumping all over this guy. Rose just stood there thinking I don’t think I am into this sort of thing.
But Lavonne didn’t want to go by herself. She was really into be degraded but she wanted to come out alive. So Rose agreed to go with her. Maybe just as a spectator.
Rose, had a bad experience once before that just left her cold. She met someone in a hotel room just for sex and he ended up showing up with buddies. She was so scared she wasn’t sure if she would come out alive. She felt like such a fool. She wasn’t going to let her friend go alone. She would be there for support in case something went wrong.
Sir Charles gave them directions to his house and a phone number in case they get lost. He told them what to wear and what toys and props they should bring with them. He also told them when they arrived they would be given a consent form to fill out so if they changed their minds later they couldn’t hold anyone responsible. The ladies found the consent form a little odd. But considering what kind of party it was it was understood.
The ladies finished their shopping by buying new outfits to wear and the proper toys to enhance their experience at the party. They chose leather tops, collars, leashes, hand cuffs and whips. They were getting more and more excited by the moment. Rose was still unsure if she could handle going through this. Lavonne was very excited. She kept slapping Rose on the ass every chance she got. Rose’s ass was getting sore already and they hadn’t even left the store yet.
Lavonne picked up Rose from her apartment. Rose had her hair pulled back into a ponytail. She had on a black leather halter top and a very short leather skirt that hugged every curve of her ample hips. She had a huge black bag with her, stuffed with her props she was asked to bring.
Lavonne was wearing a leather bikini top that was so tight her 34C breasts bulged out the top like they were trying to escape. She had on skin tight leather shorts that barely covered her round ass cheeks. With tall spike heel leather boots that came just above the knee. She also, had her long hair pulled up in a pony tail. Rose through her bag in the back of Lavonne’s Ford Mustang convertible and the ladies drove off for Sir Charles’s place.
When they arrived at the island their was a huge man standing at the gate. He asked the ladies for their names. They gave their names and the man pressed a button and the gate opened. The island was huge. It looked like a giant forest of trees. There was a swimming pool, with a hot tub off to the side. There was a small guest house and several car garage. The ladies were shocked to be invited to a place quite like this. Rose was actually starting to loosen up. How bad could this guy be, if he has an island with a house that looks like this. He must be just bluffing. He probably is a very nice man after all, she told herself.
The valet driver came up to them as they approached the house. The ladies noticed all the different expensive cars all lined up in a parking lot off to the side. They got out and Lakin handed him her keys, as they grabbed their bags and headed towards the door. The outside looked just like an ordinary house. Huge, but normal. They heard laughter from inside the house.
Lavonne knocked on the door. A butler answered the door. The ladies walked in. Even the inside of the house looked perfectly normal. Yet, the laughter had stopped and there is no one around except for the butler. Lavonne looked disappointed, Rose looked relieved. Lavonne was hoping for something nasty, Rose was just there for support and so far she didn’t feel like she really even needed to be there. Everything seemed fine. Nothing to fear.
Sir Charles walked in from another room and greeted the ladies. He is dressed in a normal sport jacket, neck tie and sport pants. He looks like he is ready to go to a formal dinner. He greets them pleasantly. “Ah here are my sluts. You have dressed so sleazy, I can hardly contain myself. Wonderful, I will have fun pleasures for my little whores tonight.” Rose looks disgusted, she hates that word. Lavonne looks in love. She lightened up with those words. Sir Charles sees that this isn’t what Rose really wants. So he suggests she can sit out this one if she wants to. Perhaps she would like to go take a swim in the pool. She is delighted with this idea. Lavonne glares at her. So Rose decides she has to suffer with her friend.
Sir Charles leads them into a huge dinning room. There is a huge oak dinning table with several chairs all around. Sir Charles orders the ladies to sit down. They do with confused looks on their faces. He places in front of them each a contract with their names already on it. The contract asks what pleasures you seek for the evening and to write a safe word that when spoke the act taking place at the time will stop. Lavonne puts a check mark down at the bottom where it says “all of the above”, but crosses out the line that says restraints. She wants every pleasure imaginable done to her, but wants to be able to participate. Rose, briefly browsing the contract absent minded just checks off a few without really reading them.
After the contracts are signed, Sir Charles leads them out of the room down the long hallway. He opens up a door and tells them to wait there. There are no lights on in this room it is a very dark dungeon style room. They can hardly see anything. He tells them to get out all the stuff he asked them to bring, as he lights up a few candles around the outside of the room. He then leaves the room to greet the rest of the guests. So the ladies dig into their bags. They see there is a table in front of them. They begin laying out all their toys and stuff they were asked to bring with them. Rose notices there is just enough light to see Lavonne across the table, yet not light enough to be able to see any distinguishing features. To the side feels like a huge bed. It has long posts on all four corners perfect for tying someone to. There are also several chairs in the room with handcuffs already attached to the spindles.
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They finish spreading their toys out and decide to sit down on the bed and wait to see what is going to happen next. The door opens, the candle nearest to the door blows out. They can hear someone enter, but cannot see whom or how many. Suddenly, Someone grabs Lavonne by the throat. It is a man. She can feel his strong rough hands gripping around her throat, she seems frightened at first but then starts to give a choked off laugh. Rose tries to jump up to rescue her friend but someone else grabs her and pushes her down on the bed roughly.
Lavonne is being picked up by the throat and roughly shoved into one of the chairs. The man then slaps her across the face. He calls her a filthy whore. He slaps her again and spits in her face. Then he shoves his cock right in her face and tells her to suck it. So she puts her slender fingers around it and begins sucking it. He yells at her and tells her she sucks cock like a school girl. He wants her to suck it like the slut she really is. She is sucking it faster and harder, he grabs her hair and pushes her harder onto his cock.
Yanking her head back and forth by the hair forcing her mouth to go deeper down on him making her gag. " Yes, you filthy whore, suck my cock like the slut I know you are." He reaches down and pulls her bikini top string until her top falls forward exposing her tits. Her nipples are hard and erect. He reaches down and pinches her nipple roughly between his thumb and forefinger. He pulls on the nipple so hard it makes her chest heave forward. This makes him mad at he yells at her to sit up straight. “What kind of slut are you that you can’t even sit up straight? maybe you not even worth my cock being in your filthy mouth”
He yanks her by the hair backwards until his cock is no longer in her mouth. He slaps her again. Her cheeks are burning at this point. She can feel his hand print stinging her face. She can feel her pussy start to heat up with excitement. But can he hold her interest? Can he be the bad boy she is looking for? He grabs her by the hair again and pulls her to a standing position. “Finish taking off your top Slut” He yells at her. She reaches around and finishes untying her top." Take off those stupid ugly shorts. Whore"
This time when he slaps her he catches her chin, causing her to bite her bottom lip, and it starts to bleed. She can feel the warm blood running down her chin. Running her tongue along her bottom lip she tastes her salty blood, and begins to smile to herself.
She quickly takes off her shorts. She has nothing on underneath like Sir Charles requested. She is now standing before her assailant naked. He shoves her over by the table. He has her take the 9 inch dildo she was asked to bring and hand it to him. He takes it and hit her across the ass with it first. Then he tells her to spread her legs wide. He grips the end firmly and slaps her between her legs. Hitting her swollen clit. This makes it swell even more. He does this again. As the pain increases between her legs it turns her on even more and makes her lips even wetter.
Someone comes up behind her. Another man. He grabs her hips from behind and sticks two fingers up her cunt roughly. Your not wet enough yet. You filthy whore. What kind of whore are you anyway. He pushes her down on her knees. Makes her get all fours. He tells her He is going to fuck her in the ass but she has to bark like a dog. Because that is what she is a dog, a bitch. An ugly mutt that needs to get fucked hard in the ass. He spreads her ass cheeks and shoves his hard lubed cock right in without warning.
She wants to scream. He feels like a huge steel rod. The burning is incredible. It feels like her ass is being split in half. She gives out a faint bark in-between cries of pain. “that’s not good enough dog. You have to bark louder. Like the dog I know you are” He pulls her ass cheeks further apart making the burning even more intense. The pain is excruciating. But he keeps thrusting harder and harder. Her barks sound more like yips of pain. He yells some more. He slaps her ass hard. Making her ass cheeks burn with the burning of her anal hole. “You bitch can’t bark. You sound like a bitch in heat.”
He stops thrusting and makes her turn around. Now suck me off bitch. She takes the cock in her mouth and sucks on his cock that he just had in her ass. She can smell a slight trace of blood and feces as she sucks his cock. Someone comes up behind her while she is sucking him off and sticks his cock in her burning ass next. His cock is even bigger than the last. If that is possible, she thinks. He grabs her hair and forces her to suck him harder while the other guy has his hands on her hips and is still fucking her in the ass. He reaches underneath her and starts slapping her cunt with his hand. Then sticks in a couple of fingers. She is trying to contain herself as she gets wetter and wants to cum.
The man fucking her in the ass notices she is getting ready to cum. But he doesn’t want her to have this pleasure. So he takes his cock out and jerks himself off until he cums all over her ass. She can feel the warm streams of cum on her ass cheeks. The guy in front who she is sucking can feel he is about to cum too. She can feel his cock start to twitch and the semen start to shoot forward, but before she is allowed to swallow he pulls it out and cums all over her face. She can feel the slimmey stuff in her hair and running down her swollen cheeks. She can still smell the feces on her lips. He pulls her to a standing by her hair and she is faced with two more men that want their turn.
Meanwhile, Rose is shoved hard down on the bed. Someone is grabbing at her clothes pulling them off her roughly. She is trying to struggle to get away this isn’t what she wanted. Why did she let her friend talk her into this. Someone grabs hold of her wrists and starts handcuffing them to the bedposts. Her legs are spread wide and tied by the ankles to the other posts. She is frightened. She has never done anything like this before.
She is now completely naked. She can feel someone playing with her tits. First hands, then mouths. Two sets of mouths. She thinks judging by the smooth soft skin one is a female. She can’t see anything except for brief shadows. She cannot tell if it is male or female except for the smoothness verses roughness of someone’s skin.
She can feel a huge hard cock being slapped across her face. The balls resting on her forehead. Smacking, bouncing off the tip of her nose. The man moves more off to the side of her head and forces her head off to the side while he roughly shoves his cock in her mouth. She tries to open wide for it as her teeth start to scrape the edges and top of his huge cock. He slaps her and tells her to open wider. Tears start streaming down her face.
She can feel someone hot breathe move downward between her legs, then the feeling of the tip of a tongue probing at her clit. Making her pussy lips swell. She believes this one is female, because the soft smooth skin brushing the inside of her legs as the tongue probes deeper inside of her. The skill of the tongue feels like a soft tip of a finger knowing just where to flick across her clit, then drive it’s way deep inside her the soft folds just inside her opening.
Rose then feels a slim finger pushing it’s way into her anal opening. She wasn’t ready and she feels herself tense with the pain of being entered unprepared. The burn and pulsating, yet it still makes her so wet. So many mouths all over her body at one time. Pleasure, pain and confusion all at the same time.
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Rose is starting to relax and enjoy herself, she will have to thank Lavonne later for talking her into this pleasure. Maybe she could learn to enjoy something like this. Just as Rose feels herself ready to release and start to cum, the pleasures start to turn into pain. The huge cock in her mouth gets shoved deeper down her throat until she begins to gag, making more tears run down the sides of her eyes.
The two mouths on her tits turn into teeth biting down hard on her erect nipples. The gentle tongue probing her cunt stops. The mouth leaves her and the finger pulls out of her ass. She feels someone very large in front of her now. He grabs her hips and enters her roughly.
His cock is so huge she can feel her pussy start to split and it burns and aches as he shoves it deeper inside of her. She feels a long cock pushing so deep inside her it feels like he is driving it to her belly button on the inside. Her hips are aching and burning. She never had a cock that big inside her before.
They stop biting her nipples and just attach nipple clamps to keep her nipples hard and erect. Kind-of uncomfortable and pleasurable and the same time. The man making her suck his cock starts to grow even bigger in her mouth as he lets out grunts and groans shoving it deeper and deeper down her throat until she can feel it start to twitch, he pulls out just as he starts to cum and sprays his juices all over her face.
The slippery slime is running down her face some of it ends up in her mouth. She can taste the saltiness of it mixed with her tears. Someone else comes down near her face and licks the cum off her face and begins probing her mouth with their tongue. By the soft skin, she believes it to be a woman. She can feel her hair falling into her eyes. Brushing across her face. The woman kissing her forces her tongue in her mouth she can taste the cum on her tongue, It tastes like cum from the same man she was sucking and the cum of yet another man, maybe even the scent of another woman mixed in there.
The pounding of this huge cock inside of her is beginning to make her go numb from the pain. He is thrusting deeper now as if he couldn’t get any bigger he starts to cum inside her. That extra inch is just enough to make her scream with pain. He pulls out of her when he is finished. Another man mounts her next. But instead of feeling her pussy with his cock he grabs her ass cheeks and lifts them up, he probes her anal opening with the tip of his penis, until it starts to give. He slides his cock inside her ass and starts to thrust hard. Fucking her hard before she is ready.
She has had about enough she starts to yell out the safe word, but nothing comes out except for high pitched screams and grunts. She can’t remember what she wrote down. She tries to yell for them to stop, but they don’t. They think this is just part of the session. Pain turns into panic.
He fucks her ass harder and harder. The pain and the burning is so excruciating at this point it feels like her ass is on fire. He pulls out and sticks his cock into her mouth. She is really gagging at the thought of him sticking his cock in her mouth after it has been in her ass. Her ass is burning, her cunt is full of cum, and now she is being fucked by the cock that just came out of her ass. She just wants it all to stop. She starts to cry harder, more tears streaming down her cheeks. She wants this nightmare to end. This isn’t what she wanted.
She feels someone between her legs again. Someone is lapping the cum out of her cunt. This makes her start to relax a little. The tongue, feels so soft and gentle, She knows this one is a man, she can feel the rough sand paper of his face brushing across the inside of her thighs. Licking the cum out of her so hungerly, like he can’t get enough of the crème that was left inside of her.
This sensation makes her pussy lips swell. She tries to fight against the ropes tying her ankles to push her cunt up higher for him. She wants to mix her cum with the cum already inside her.
He has his hands underneath her ass lifting them up higher while he pushes his finger up her already burning ass. But this time it is more pleasurable. The rough finger still feels better than the cock did. She can feel her cunt start to tighten around his tongue as she finally releases her first orgasm. Giving him her cum with the cum inside her. He laps it all up.
At this point, she is more relaxed after having had her orgasm. The guy moves himself along side of her. She is finally starting to believe she can handle this, if just for tonight. He grabs the sides of her head and lifts it up and down forcing his cock down her throat. She covers her bottom teeth with her tongue and slides it down his shaft. She then tightly wraps her lips around his cock forming a good suction. She is sucking him so hard, he takes her head and starts slamming it back and forth harder until he swells and shoots his load down her throat. She gets to drink his cum, this time.
Lavonne, is forced back on her knees, her hair being pulled while someone is forcing his cock in her mouth. As soon as his cock is hard he lays down underneath her until she is forced to mount him, while another comes up from behind and enters her ass forcefully. Soon as she starts to moan with pleasure of being fucked in both ends another forces her head upward by the hair and she is sucking yet another cock. All three of her openings are being fucked at the same time.
She has never felt anything like this before, the pleasures of her ass being entered by one cock, her cunt being filled by another, while having yet another being forced down her throat unsure of the sensations of gagging and shoving it so deep down her throat she can hardly breathe.
The man behind her is pulling on her shoulders forcing himself deeper inside her ass. Her hair being grabbed and pulled on the other hard cock, The man underneath her forcing his hips upward against her spread apart hips. Who is going to cum first? Or will they all cum at once?
Lavonne’s head is swimming, she is growing weak, she doesn’t know how many more men she can handle. The man shoving his cock down her throat is pushing it harder and harder and holding it longer making it harder to breathe, The already dark room goes darker as she begins to pass out.
When she begins to come to. She finds herself laying on top of the man she was riding he is bucking his hips hard trying to finish. The one that was in her ass has pulled out. She hears something off to the side. As she turns her head to the side she feels the first squirt of someone jerking himself off and it hits her in the eyes blinding her.
She can feel the salty cum running down her cheeks. As the man unloads all over her face. She hears someone on the other side yell “hey bitch” she turns just as she feels another jet of hot gooey liquid shooting into her open mouth. She can hardly believe herself as the man underneath starts bucking wildly and shoots his load inside of her. He then pushes her off of him and she just flops on the floor.
As she is laying there she feels a hot stream of liquid pouring down on her back. Suddenly aware someone is pissing on her back. “How does that feel you worthless fucking slut?” He scoffs at her. Another grabs her by the hair and yanks her head up and growls in her ear. “You are nothing but a walking cum receptacle.”
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Everyone then leaves the room. Laughter is heard in the hall as they go. It is just Rose and Lavonne now. Lavonne doesn’t even know where Rose is at first. She is trying to pull herself out of her trance.
Sir Charles enters the room, flips the lights on revealing the used up women. He takes the handcuffs off Rose and unties her feet. Lavonne, is just layng on the floor unable to move from exhaustion.
“So did my whores’ have a good time tonight?” He answers smugly. Rose screams at Lavonne to stop daydreaming and grab him. Lavonne forces herself up with what little strength she has. Rose didn’t enjoy this game. This isn’t what she wanted. Rose orders Lavonne to help her rip off all his clothes. She wants to humilate him like she was. They push him down on the bed, he is trying to struggle but it is no use, Rose wants her revenge. Rose handcuffs his wrists while Lavonne takes care of his ankles.
Now it is their turn. " Now whores, I mean ladies, didn’t you have a good time? Do you really think this is necessary?" He pleads. Rose bends over him and whispers, “Pay backs are a bitch, asshole. And we are going to make you our bitch now!” She adds. Sir Charles struggles against the handcuffs but no use. His legs are secure the more he pulls they more he feels the pain on his wrists and ankles.
Rose, gets out the 9 inch dildo and starts slapping his cheeks. He starts to struggle against the handcuffs and plead, that just makes Rose smile. He opens up his mouth to try to beg them to stop. Rose shovels it mouth and tells him to suck it like a whore. He starts to suck on the dildo. His cheeks ache from being hit by the hard cock.
Rose tells Lavonne to get the hard plastic vibrating anal plug. Lavonne applies a small amount of lube before she shoves it in his ass. The more he struggles the harder Rose shoves the huge dildo down his throat making him gag. He thrashes his head back and forth but Rose just laughs. Lavonne messages his balls while she moves the vibrator in and out making his cock begin to swell. He is so ashamed being turned on by being their bitch. “What do you think of our little whore?” Rose, looks at Lavonne with a devilish grin.
The two women lean over and begin kissing each other fondling each others breasts, almost forgetting about the man underneath them. Rose still having her hand on the dildo in his mouth and Lavonne still pushing and pulling the vibrator in his ass. Making his cock even harder and jump.
They decide they had better take care of the their male whore. No point in letting a good hard on go to waste, Maybe, they should slap it around a bit first. They take turns slapping it with their open hand, maybe use the cat o’ nine tails. Rose takes the strap and let it wrap itself around it before she pulls it back off. Making it all red and swollen.
There are tears streaming down his face. They are both pretty sore from the others and wonder how sore they should make him. So they decide they will just take turns. Since Lavonne is already down there she decides to go down on him first. She keeps one hand on the vibrator, the other wrapped around his cock. Pushing and pulling on the vibrator she moves her mouth up and down on his cock. Making sure to keep her tongue covering the underside. Rubbing just around the head.
Rose is still pulling the dildo in and out of his mouth. He begins to suck the dildo in the same manner Lavonne is sucking him. Rose finds this amusing. She reaches her other hand down by Lavonne’s tits and starts playing with her nipples. Pulling and tugging on them making her all hot and wet all over again.
Rose then decides, Sir Charles has had enough of the dildo and takes it out of his mouth. Lavonne stops sucking his cock, but leaves the vibrator in is his ass.
Rose turns her ass towards his face and pushes her pussy in his face. She starts going down on his cock now. She begins shoving the vibrator back and forth now as Lavonne was doing.
Lavonne stands at the head of the bed where Sir Charles head is eating Rose out. Lavonne bends over Rose’s ass and begins licking the outside of Rose’s sore burning anus. She points her tongue and inserts it into her rectum. Lavonne tastes the salty cum of the men who entered there. The sensation of two tongues entering her openings is too much. She isn’t sure if she can hold off on her orgasm until Sir Charles has had his.
Rose can feel Sir Charles is about to cum. His cock is beginning to swell inside her mouth. She decides to let him have his release and sucks harder and faster letting him explode deep inside her throat. She can feel the burning of his cum in the back of her already sore throat.
When he is done cumming Rose rests her face on his slowly going limp cock while she begins to cum herself, all over sir Charles’s face and Lavonne can feel Rose’s anus tighten and pulsate . He licks her juice the best he can as she sprays all over their faces.
Rose pulls the vibrator out of Sir Charles’s ass. Lavonne and Rose release Sir Charles from the handcuffs and untie his ankles. Sir Charles at this point feels humiliated and doesn’t call them his whores anymore. He puts his clothes back on and hands the ladies each a towel and lead them to a huge bathroom where they can shower and change.
“Normally, I just send my guests home after a night like this but, since you ladies decided to return the favor I want you to stay for dinner as my guests.” He responded hesitantly. The other people in that room with you are already in the big dinning room where we first signed the contracts. He invites them to join them only if you reveal to no one the identity of anyone they recognize in that room. Their identity must remain a secret.
The ladies promise, and they enjoy a very pleasant and relaxing dinner with the other guests. Shocked at all the important men and women into that sort of thing.
They leave the house stomachs full and bodies sore. They will never forget the night they played with Sir Charles and his guests.
The End
A Night of Hunger
There was a slight chill in the air as the Countess got out of the back seat of her black limousine and walked across O’Farrell Street to the long alleyway that led down to the entrance of the Red Lantern. The heels of her leather boots could be heard clicking loudly on the sidewalk in the quietness of the night. Her giant chauffeur, Dimitri, followed close behind, his eyes sweeping the street for anything unusual that could pose a threat to his lovely mistress.
Since it was Halloween night, the Countess was decked out in tight black leather that had cost her a small fortune at a boutique in North Beach. She looked like every submissive man’s fantasy, wearing a long fur-lined leather coat that reached down to the top of her laced-up, knee-high boots and belted at the waist. Underneath the coat was a skin-tight leather dress that accented the shapely curves of her voluptuous body and beneath the dress was nothing but a pair of thigh-high black sheer nylons with seams up the back. Even her elegant hands were sheathed in the most expensive black leather gloves that money could buy. In her left hand, she carried a rolled up, handcrafted bull whip that had cost her over five hundred dollars to have made and had caressed many a slave’s back during her long years as a professional Dominatrix.
Heading down the poorly lit alleyway as if it were the Red Carpet on Oscar night, she watched the heavy metal door to the Red Lantern open for her. She was always treated like royalty here. In fact, the owner of the S&M lounge was one of her long-time slaves and because of that, permitted her certain liberties. As the Countess entered the dark interior, she nodded to the doorman as she and her chauffeur made their way through the crowd of eager perverts who’d gathered at the lounge tonight to witness her unique skills with a bull whip. She was a legend in the city’s underground S&M community, and almost every submissive man who laid eyes upon her wanted to be her personal slave. That was the main reason she was at the Red Lantern tonight. She was hoping to find someone to take home with her after the demonstration was over.
The lounge was a large square-shaped building with a raised stage on one side, three-dozen round tables in the center, and an antique, L-shaped mahogany bar on the opposite side. Whenever the Countess appeared at the lounge, it was always jam-packed with true sadists and masochists from around the Bay area. Tonight all the tables in the room, except for one, were occupied with three-to-four drinking customers, and the bar was filled to capacity with no standing room. Everyone was here to watch the Countess do her stuff. The male slave who was unfortunate enough to volunteer for her demonstration would usually end up having the flesh literally ripped from his back and buttocks, while the audience cheered her on.
Taking off her coat and giving it to Dimitri, the Countess watched him walk over to the one empty table in the far corner of the room and then take up a guarded position in the darkness. She then made her way between the tightly packed tables and stepped up to the stage to a round of loud applause from the audience.
“Happy Halloween,” she said, smiling wickedly at the familiar faces below her and in the far back. “As most of you already know, this evening is extremely special. It’s the one night of the year when women truly rule and men subjugate themselves to the feminine spirit. I intend to give you a show tonight that won’t be easily forgotten in the weeks to come.”
Another round of clapping erupted and went on for almost a full minute.
“What masochist among you would like to volunteer for my demonstration?” she said. “Who has the courage to suffer under the harsh touch of my whip?”
“You mean crazy, don’t you?” someone at the bar shouted.
Everyone laughed at the comment because a man did indeed have to be crazy to let the Countess whip him, unless he got off on severe pain and mutilation. She never pulled any punches when torturing a slave, nor did she allow the slave to have a safe word. Once a man was helplessly bound in front of her, she usually ended up marking him both physically and emotionally for the rest of his life. Still, a dozen hands went up into the air from men in the audience who seemed more than willing to suffer for her own personal pleasure. She eyed the eager sycophants and picked a young, handsome, muscled man, who was wearing a black leather vest, a codpiece, chaps, and work boots.
“What’s your name?” the Countess asked as the submissive came up onto the stage and stood nervously by her side.
“Stephen,” he said.
“You understand that this is to be a serious whipping, don’t you?” she said. “I won’t be holding back, and I won’t stop until I’ve accomplished my desired goal. Are you prepared for that?”
“Uh, what’s the intended goal?”
“To make you bleed, Stephen.”
He gave her an awkward smile and then nodded his head.
“Do you have medical insurance?”
“Yes,” he said. “Will I need to use it after your demonstration is over?”
“Yes,” the Countess said. She gazed into the audience with a raised eyebrow. “Is there anyone here who’ll be able to take Stephen to the hospital after I’ve finished the whipping?”
“I’ll take him,” a man said from Stephen’s table.
The Countess nodded her head and then turned back to Stephen and ordered him to strip. She then watched, as did the crowd, as he removed what few clothes he had on. When he took off the codpiece, the audience cheered in approval at the size of his cock.
It was huge.
“Would you like to get together afterwards?” he whispered to the Countess. “I promise you won’t be disappointed.”
“I intend on getting off while whipping you, Stephen. Besides, you won’t be having sex with anyone for a few weeks. Your backside will be in too much pain. Fucking will be the last thing on your mind.”
“Really?”
The Countess ignored the silly question and turned back to the audience.
“I need two people to help prepare this foolish young man for my demonstration,” she said, smiling. “I promise you’ll be safe while on the stage with me.”
Everyone laughed at her little joke.
Two men down in the front got up from their tables and climbed up onto the stage. The Countess directed them to lower the electric wrench on the left side and to fasten Stephen’s ankles to it with the thick leather ankle cuffs lying in the corner. She then told them to put the wrist cuffs around his hands to lock the cuffs to the collapsible eye bolt in the stage flooring.
She wanted Stephen to be completely at her mercy.
Unfortunately, there would be no mercy shown to the young man with the huge penis and cocky attitude. In a short amount of time, he’d be crying uncontrollably and begging for someone to save him from her sadistic desires. He’d be screaming out in unbelievable pain, but no one would be paying the slightest bit of attention to it. In fact, the crowd of bloodthirsty people would be urging her on to whip him harder and faster, until the stage was literally covered with his bright red blood.
Once Stephen was hanging in the air by his ankles and his hands were locked in place to the swivel eye bolt in the floor, the Countess walked around him, running her gloved hand teasingly up and down his naked body. His cock began to expand in length and width, causing a large number of people to gasp in amazement. His erection was a sight to behold, but the Countess wasn’t impressed. She was more interested in the amount of blood filling it. Her hunger began as she grabbed his cock by its head and held the monstrosity up.
“Should I suck it?” the Countess asked everyone.
The unified response was a loud YEEESSSSSS!
Nodding her head in satisfaction at the answer, she sank her teeth into the pulsating vein that ran along the bottom side of the cock and began to drink greedily from it.
“Ahhhhh!” Stephen cried out.
He began to struggle wildly at the cuffs around his wrists, trying to get free as his penis was sucked in a manner never experienced before. He instinctively knew that something was wrong and it scared him.
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