AUTHOR = Pagan
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AUTHOR's NOTE - © Copyright, (Kayce69@fsworld.co.uk) Another story by Pagan. |
Richard nudged the door open with his knee, slowly shoving forward trying not to spill the gin and tonics he held. Once he was on the other side, his ass swung at the door, closing it.
"Here, look at this for a mouthful."
He walked over to where his wife was sitting at the computer. Putting the two glasses down he leant over her shoulder. "And what mouthful of fuck fantasy are your little perverts telling you now?"
Monica took the drink from him. "Look for yourself. Read what he would do to me if he got his hands on me."
Richard took a sip from his glass, then turned and walked to the other leather chair. "No, you tell me."
As he sat down, Monica looked at her husband and smiled. They had been married a long time. He was 49, she was younger, but still bloody attractive. But despite all their love for each other the same thing happened to them as happens to hundreds -- their sex life had needed that midlife boost. Nothing to do with other people, just a bit of harmless fun. Well, that's what he said at the start.
That start was three years ago, surfing, chatting, finding porno sites and generally spicing things up. Six months ago she saw a webcam. She had to have one and that's how a whole new ballgame started.
The smile became a grin. "You are one horny pervert."
He laughed back at her, "And you're the one that found ifriends.net and have been teasing those poor, sick, losers ever since."
Monica had a schoolgirl giggle and she was using it right now as she read the mail on the screen. "Oh, I like this one," she sniggered. "Listen to this. 'Hello Velvet Vixen, may I introduce myself as the man you want to fuck you. That's what you want. I read your last entry on the site. I can imagine you home working out in your home gym, your lycra training suit wet with your glistening sweat, your nipples long and hard against the restraining material, pointing, sensitive, ready to be sucked and pulled.'"
She looked at Richard. "I may just have to play with myself while I read this bit. Listen to the pathetic jerk. 'Can you feel my hands there pulling the material off your shoulders, my tongue curling into your ear before I start licking at your neck.'"
Richard laughed, "I hope you've had a wash."
Monica's hand slid into her panties. "'As I pull the material down your arms and off your wrists I'm gently kissing your back. My hands are sliding around to hold your lovely big tits. I can feel your nipple, long, hard and great to pull on. You love me pulling them, twisting them as I roll them between my fingers. I'm going to suck them but not yet.'"
Richard giggled, "I'll get another drink. This could be a long time."
Monica raised her voice so he could still hear. "'I'm pulling the suit over your round firm ass, licking at the sweat that glistens on your buttocks. I can smell your hot sex. I want your panties off so I can spread your legs and suck at your wet flesh, getting my tongue in you sucking the juice out of your body.'"
Richard returned with more drinks. "I thought he was going to do terrible thing if he got you alone."
Monica's legs were open as her fingers tickled the top of her slit. "Just shut up, drink and listen. 'Your legs are open. I can slide my hand between your legs. My thumb travels from your ass to your cunt. It's wet and I'm pushing my finger around the slippery lips. Go on, groan you cunt. You love it, you slut.'"
Richard snorted, "I didn't think he knew you."
Monica snapped, "Shut up unless you want me to be one. I may fancy going out on my own."
Richard answered, "All right, just joking. Go on."
"'Now I've got you, you're mine. You're so wet, you're lost in your sex. I've got you so aroused that you don't hear me as I take the cuffs out of my pocket. I bite your buttocks. You put your hands behind you hoping to stop me but I'm waiting. I grab your hands and, click, you're defenseless and you're mine to do with as I please.'"
Richard remarked, "Lucky bastard."
Monica giggled, "Which one?"
Richard grunted as she carried on.
"'You struggle but you're no match for me. I've got you. Shall I gag you? You plead with me not to, but I grin at you. I'm going to spank your ass and I don't need to listen to your screams. Let's stuff your mouth with your panties, but only after I've pissed on them. I love to see you stuck-up bitches being forced to suck piss before you get to suck cock, my cock.'"
Richard joked, "You better have another drink to get the taste out."
Monica took no notice. "'The look on your face while you watch me piss on your panties. Open wide or I'll rip your fucking nipple off. That's it, in they go. Suck them, bitch, or your nipples will pay. You keep them in your mouth while I enjoy your ass.'"
Monica was squirming on the chair, rubbing herself. Richard watched as she slid her hand out, licked her fingers then plunged them back down again.
"'Bend over, don't fight it. You're here and the only company you have is me. Just you and me and my hard cock that you are going to make soft many times tonight. Bend over or I'll hurt other parts of your body.'"
A quiet groan came from her mouth, before, "'That's it my little slut. You have no option. You're my toy now. God, lady, you got a great ass. Now keep those panties in your mouth and take that, and that. Are you going to cry? Not yet, I'm only just warming up and surely not before I get to sting your ass a dozen times. Then if you don't want another dozen you are going to kneel before me and suck cock, and I got a cock big enough to fill your mouth and long enough for you to choke on.'"
Monica squirmed.
"'I'm not going to take these cuffs off. I want you my helpless slave all night so I can fuck you, over and over again and then my friends will be joining us and they will fuck you. Only this time they will take all your holes at once over and over again.'"
She looked over at her husband. "Richard, I need fucking."
Richard stroked his cock. "Let the webcam viewers know we are going online. Let's put a show on for them. I'll set it so they can't see our faces."
Monica quickly tapped on the keys as Richard moved the little white camera, aiming it at the sofa and just at the right angle so as the left end was out of shot. She stopped typing. Richard dropped his pants, his erection stood proud.
"Come here, slut."
Monica giggled at him, "They won't be on yet."
Richard smiled back. "I just want to keep your motor running. Come here and keep your back to the camera, just in case."
Monica got up and moved towards Richard, both careful not to show their faces to the webcam. As soon as Monica was in front, Richard moved in front of her, put his fingers in the waistband of her panties and pushed them down. Richard bent and sucked at her huge erect nipples as his foot pushed the panties to the floor.
"Somebody must be getting a great view of your ass. Open your legs."
She opened as told and Richard slid his hand down, cupping her cunt but letting his finger wave at the camera from between her legs. All the time his mouth sucked at her nipple, forcing long moans from her throat until she hoarsely whispered, "I need your cock inside me, now."
They had put on little shows for the webcam before, her in her sexy lingerie and him playing with himself, then her finishing him off. But this was the first time they were going to fuck for the, as they put it, hopeless losers and they were very careful not to show their faces Richard drove his cock into his wife as she bucked on the sofa; she had not been this hot for a long time. The thought of men watching her getting fucked was such a turn-on that she came three times before Richard filled her sopping cunt, and he was quick. Richard and Monica lay exhausted. Richard pulled her mouth to him and kissed her.
"That was one mighty good fuck."
Monica, still trying to be flippant, panted, "Thank you sir, will you come again?"
He moved slowly off her making sure he stayed out of sight of the camera. "If you get as hot as that again, I will cum many times." He slid around and switched off the webcam."
She pushed herself up. "I think I'll take a shower, seemed to have gotten myself a little sticky. See you soon."
Richard heard her going upstairs. He went to the computer and sat, an idea slid into his mind. He opened MSN messenger and logged on to his e-mail. Nothing but mail from the insurance company he worked for and bits to do with nursing for Monica. He went to the chat room -- just what he thought.
Five messages with their password on and all from their recent viewers.
He read their usual drivel all apart from the fourth one. This guy sounded different. He didn't use foul talk, it didn't read like the others who wanted to fuck and use Monica. No, this guy sounded educated. Richard read how the guy had two mates and the three of them had watched. The complemented him on his own prowess and they spoke of Monica as a lady, a magnificent woman. Then the questions as to why they did it. Why did he show his wife off to others? What caused them to want to do this? Richard was still high on his excitement so he told him he would answer them but on the privacy of e-mail.
Richard went upstairs to check on Monica. She was sitting naked in front of the dressing table mirror drying her hair. He went up behind her, wrapped his arms around her and squeezed her breasts. He felt her nipples still hard under his palms. She pushed back to him.
"Fix us a night cap. A nice Cointru for me would be just the thing. I'm still as horny as hell and maybe your cock feeding it to me would be the finishing touch."
Richard had never had it so good. He went downstairs, but before making the drinks he went to the computer. Sure enough, he had mail. Quickly, he opened it. It was from their admirers. They asked question after question, some still wondering why they did it and some a little more personal. In Richard's excitement he thought, "If this gets me sex like I've never had it before, what if we took it to the next level?"
Richard didn't really answer the questions but let out just enough to get them interested in meeting. He did put in that if they met it would only be talking and maybe dancing,but no more. They could look but not touch, but he was sure his wife would tell them things in the most intimate way. He sent the reply, then fixed the drinks and went back to the bedroom.
Monica was still naked, a wicked look in her eye as she lay on the bed. She was on her stomach at the end of the bed, her lovely face supported by her hands as her elbows dug into the bed, arching her back in a sculptured curve down to the firm round globes of her ass. As Richard entered the room her legs bent, her ankles crossed and she squirmed her hips into the bed. He stood in front of her, glass in hand.
She did nothing but mouth the words, "Yes please," then she parted her lips and slid her tongue out.
Richard dipped his rapidly hardening cock into the glass and laid it on his wife's wriggling tongue. Monica let her tongue play over the cock-head before sliding forward and capturing the length into her hot wet sucking mouth. Her head moved around as she sucked the liqueur off his cock, then she slid back.
"More please," and they did it all over again and again, Richard covering his cock as far down as he could knowing Monica was still highly aroused and would keep using her mouth until he was down her throat. She had never sucked him that far before but she kept at it, pleasuring him until the glass was empty.
The smeared glass stood empty on the dressing table as Monica knelt on the bed. Richard was fucking her and she was taking it hard, his cock pounding her cunt from behind as they enjoyed a frenzy of fucking each other for another hour. They both lay in bed, Monica in an exhausted sleep but Richard was still excited. God, how he loved his hot sexy wife. Slowly, he slipped out of bed and went downstairs. Again he had mail. Yes, they'd love to meet and they understood the rules. They would be in contact later. They wanted to give Richard time to arrange the date, time and a venue.
It was about that time that Richard's and Monica's server started to play up. E-mails kept breaking up or not getting through. Time and time again during that week e-mails would turn up complaining of no answer, but eventually he got through to their admirers and a place and time was arranged.
Friday night arrived and Monica was dressed to die for. Richard gazed at his lovely wife. She was stunning. The skirt swung around her knees but the slit ran up to her upper thigh giving scintillating views of her white flesh just above her stocking tops. The wraparound blouse easily parted as she moved. Her magnificent breasts firmly held in a pink satin push-up bra stood high, showing a deep cleavage line. Richard smiled at her.
"Any panties?" She just smiled back. "Are we ready?"
Richard went to the computer. "I'll just check it." He switched it on. Yes, he had mail.
Monica looked at him. "I said are we ready?"
He nodded. "Yes, but we are going to a different bar. It seems one of your losers can't go in the Nuevo Bar. He's banned. Still come on. From what they say the other place is a bit further out."
The car ride took over an hour. It was further than Richard thought but they were there. They walked in and it was a nice place -- lots of booths, subdued lighting, pleasant music. They smiled at each other as they moved to a booth.
Richard looked around the place. It was quite full, but the waitress went to them straight away. Richard ordered. A few minutes later she returned. Richard offered to pay but she said the guys at the bar had paid. Monica strained to see where the girl pointed. Peering through the crowd she saw four men smiling over at her.
Neither of them knew what to expect. Richard thought they would be younger and a little more smartly dressed. Monica thought they would be different, more like Richard, business men. But these men didn't look that type. It was too late now, they were walking over.
As in all situations, one of them took charge. He introduced himself as Carl, then pointed to Pete, Jazz, and Stuart. They all sat. Carl waved at the waitress and she automatically brought the same order of drinks again.
The first half hour consisted of small talk and drinks until the music started. Pete was the first to ask Monica for a dance. Jazz excused himself to the washroom and the other two started getting at more personal questions with Richard. Richard was getting uncomfortable. The questions were coming thick and fast.
"How far down her throat can she suck cock?"
"How many times has she taken two, three guys up her?"
"What's she like to spank?"
"How may other times have you let men dance with her and grope her?"
"Do you like to watch her get fucked?"
Richard was trying to answer them by telling them that this was the first time. That's why he said they could dance and talk only, no touching. Just then Jazz came back and sat hard down beside Richard. He nudged Richard.
"Looks like your lady likes Pete's hand touching her ass."
Richard stood. He peered into the crowded dance floor to see Monica almost slumped on Pete, his hand all over her ass. Richard went to push past Jazz when he felt a sharp prick on his buttocks. He turned to look at Pete.
"What the fuck was that? That fucking hurt. You want to... to tr... trrrrryyyaahhmmphh?"
He slowly started to sink to his knees. Carl was up and out of his seat helping Jazz guide Richard back to his seat. Stuart got up and made his way onto the dance floor aiming for Jazz. When he got back he was helping Pete with a very tired Monica. They slumped her down on her seat. All the men admired the show of leg that hung out of the slit of her skirt. Pete was behind her, his eyes feasting on the large mounds of flesh that were clearly visible over her blouse. Carl smiled at Richard who was doing everything possible to focus on what was happening. Carl nodded towards Monica.
"The drug works slowly if mixed with drink, but eventually it has the same effect as the quicker injected version. It's a special mix including Ryhipnal and tranquilizers. Now you just sit there and be a good boy while we check your wallet and her purse. Just need a little information about our new friends."
Soon the four men had the couple's address and car keys. Richard watched as his lovely wife was manhandled up and out of a side door. Soon it was his turn. Richard slumped in the passenger seat of the big roadster. Monica was in the back between Stuart and Pete, while Carl drove. Though Richard could not move and his speech was nothing more than a pathetic slur, he could see the lights of their own car behind and, to add to his misery, he could hear.
The three men laughed and joked as the two vehicles drove towards Richard and Monica's home. Carl complemented Stuart on his brilliance at hacking into other people's e-mails, and how gullible stupid thrill seekers are. Richard shuddered as Carl said, "I bet this ain't gonna be the thrill these two were expecting but, mind you, she looks hot and available."
Stuart giggled as he said, "I bet those three assholes are still waiting at the Nuevo Bar for these cunts to turn up."
Richard felt sick as he heard Pete give an evil laugh. "Talking of cunts, where I got my hand feels like it can take a few and still want more."
Carl joined in the laughter. "Hey, you remember what this asshole said? You can look but not touch."
Pete's answer cut through Richard like a knife. "Hey, asshole, I'm gonna more that touch your bitch. I'm gonna get your wife so hot she's gonna fuck my brains out whether she likes it or not."
Carl was still laughing. "Oh Mr. Michael, you better believe him. He's a fucking mean machine and he seems to like the feel of your wife's cunt."
Pete was still playing underneath the slit in Monica's skirt. As his hands drove between her legs, he was grinning in her face as she rocked almost unconscious between the two men.
"Stuart, we still have some time. Get her tits out. Let's see the size of her nips, they look too good to be true."
Richard could only sit and watch as Stuart pulled his wife's blouse open. His body was immobilized and he was unable to move. He could do nothing to help his wife as a hand pushed into her bra and dragged her tits out.
Richards's misery was compounded as Pete shouted, "Fucking hell, man, look at the size of her fucking nips." He turned and looked at him. "You better hope I don't suck those beauties off your missus tonight."
Richard fought to move, but it was as if his body was weighted. It was useless. All he could do was mumble like a demented drunk as he watched the outline of Pete's hand between his wife's legs forcing groans from Monica's mouth. Then his eyes slid up to see Stuart sucking at one of his wife's breasts while Pete licked the nipple of her other large mound.
Carl said, "Getting close now boys."
Pete stopped licking the red bud and he grinned at the helpless Monica. "Hear that, lover? Soon we'll be home and we are going to have fun." He turned at looked at Richard. "You getting excited, Mr. Michael? Looking forward to me plugging your pretty wife's mouth with my cock? Your pecker gonna get hard while we fuck every hole your old lady's got? Don't you get too excited too quickly as we are gonna be at her all night."
The two cars pulled into the drive. Jazz was out and unlocking the front door before helping Carl drag Richard into the house, making sure they looked like buddies coming home from a night out. Pete and Stuart had fun redressing Monica before manhandling her into the house. She was dropped on the sofa while they got a hard backed chair for Richard. While Pete looked for drink the others made themselves comfortable. Carl got another syringe and pumped more drug into Richard. He smiled at Richard's attempts to stop him.
"Oh come on, Richard, don't you want us to play with your lovely wife? You'll enjoy watching her get hammered, and, don't worry, we won't inject her. Well, not yet. No, it's more fun making her drink it. After all, we don't want her completely lifeless. We want her to have some feeling of us fucking the shit out of her."
Pete called from the kitchen, "Yeah, we want her to be able to use her mouth. I know I'm going to use it even if it's just to swallow the stuff I am gonna dump down her throat."
Stuart and Jazz leant on the back of the sofa, staring down at the prone Monica as she lay across the cushions. The slit on her skirt was wide open, drawing comments from the two men as they gazed at the long limbs covered in dark stockings up to the white creamy thighs. She hadn't worn panties. Jazz bent over and slid a finger over the pink slit. Stuart stroked and tickled her inner thighs, sniggering as he made Monica moan. Pete smiled at Carl as he poured the liquid from a bottle into a glass. He turned to Richard.
"This is the business. Not only is your lovely wife helpless from the drug I gave her, but this little drinkys has got a kick. Viagra got nothing on this and, with her being helpless, she will have no defense to its potency."
Carl humiliated Richard by tapping the side of his face. "And you, Mr. Michael, have a front row seat just so you can watch it do its work on your piece of work."
Carl and Pete moved over to Monica. Pete grabbed her hair and pulled her up. She lolled back on the sofa. Richard stared at the sight of his wife. With her legs spread he could see how exposed she was to the others -- the dark of her stockings and the white of her legs then the pink flesh at the top of her open cunt. Before it all registered, Jazz had pulled her blouse open.
Stuart laughed, "Look at those two beauties fighting to get out. Go on, Jazz, you haven't played with them yet. Richard won't mind if you help yourself to his wife's titties."
Pete held her hair. "Hang on, just let me give her this. It takes about ten minutes to work then we can all help ourselves to her and she won't be able to say no."
Richard watched -- a silly mumbling noise was the only sign he was there -- as Pete tilted her head back and slowly forced the drink past her lips. Jazz slid his hand into her bra and tweaked her nipples making her jump and swallow at the same time. Pete humiliated Monica as he slid his fingers up each side of her mouth.
"There, there little girl, mustn't waste any. We want you as horny as you can possibly be with all the fucking you want, or is it we want?" His head turned towards Richard. "You don't mind if we take your wife's clothes off, do you? You didn't seem to mind on your webcam so it should be all right in the flesh and lots of it." He looked back at the others. "See how polite I am, asking the gentleman first if he minded if we strip his wife? And he didn't say no so let's have some."
Slowly they stripped the bits of clothing from Monica. As they removed her blouse, skirt and bra, they deliberately threw them at the helpless Richard. They sat her upright in the middle of the sofa, her legs wide open, her arms hanging limply by her sides. Pete stood behind and smoothed her blonde tussled hair away from her face. Then, as he looked at Richard, he bent and picked up an arm and made it wave and, in a silly female voice, he said, "Hi boys, anybody want to fuck me?"
Pete grinned at Richard as the three others started their attack on Monica.
"Oh don't feel so bad, Richard. When you came in the bar we could see the way you had dressed your wife. We knew then that we were all going to bang her. So any decisions had been taken out of your hands."
Stuart started to snog her mouth, forcing his tongue in as his left hand pulled at her nipple. Jazz sucked noisily at her right breast, his teeth nibbling at her nipple while his tongue tickled the hardening bud. Carl was on his knees between hers, his fingers pulling her cunt lips open as his tongue slavered over the protruding nub. Pete's eyes had never left Richard's face, grinning at his helplessness knowing he was being forced to watch three men sexually abuse his lovely wife.
As the first groan could be heard around Stuart's tongue, Pete winked at Richard. Monica's hips moved as Carl tickled up into the wet slit. Her shoulders started to dip and move as the two men worked relentlessly on her nipples. Drugged as she was she couldn't help it, she was starting to respond. This did not go unnoticed by Pete. He stood up and started to undo his trousers.
"Seems your old lady's getting ready to put out. Just needs a good fucking, and that stuff will be right in her. You won't mind if we finish this little chat while I fuck your wife, will you?"
He slung his trousers at Richard and swaggered around the sofa. Richard stared with first hate in his eyes then horror as Pete dropped his boxers and exposed an enormous erection some ten inches long and fat. The whole thing seemed to curve in a long arc up and away from his sack. Pete spat on his hand and then rubbed it over the large bulbous head, turned and waved it at Richard.
"Think your wife will like it? She'll be the first not to." He moved forward. "Open her up, boys. Let's get this bitch hot."
Carl got up and dragged her right leg to the side. Jazz moved away pulling her left leg up and onto the arm as Stuart slid her around. Monica stared bleary eyed at the massive length of male meat lowering towards her cunt. A pathetic, "Noooo," was greeted by a sarcastic, "Yeeesss," from Pete as he started to sink his large cock into the gaping hole.
He laughed in her face, "You were just made for this so take it." He shunted forward. "Take it all."
A loud moan came from Monica as the long hard cock slid up her, and another moan as it completely filled her, thumping into her cervix bone. Richard stared at the men's faces. All of them had that smug look of power they had over his wife, the look of triumph knowing that the drugs in her would make her their plaything and he would be powerless to stop them enjoying her.
As the others took their clothes off, Pete thrust his cock mercilessly into Monica's aroused body. She grunted and moaned at each thrust. Unable to control herself, her legs moved, clamping and releasing around Pete's hips. All the time his mouth crushed onto hers as his tongue drove into her mouth at the same speed his cock hammered in and out of her cunt. Monica's groans got louder. Pete pulled his mouth away, bent his head and licked at her hard long sensitive nipples. Her hips bucked up to meet his continued onslaught.
Little words like, "Oh god," and "Yes, yes," panted from her mouth until the words Richard didn't want to hear were forced from her lips, "Fuck me. God, fuck me hard," echoed around the room.
At that, Jazz turned and looked at Richard before he put his finger to his mouth. "Don't worry, where she's gonna get fucked next, your wife won't be able to speak."
It was obvious to all that she came. Pete didn't stop, he carried on fucking her.
"Come on, lady, your husband's watching. Let's have you cumming again just for him. You do want me to fuck you, don't you?"
He kept up the pace making Monica pant more, making her beg. Her head thrashed from side to side as she almost screamed, "Fuck me, you bastard. Fill me. Cum in me. Give me a good fucking. I want your cock, give it to me," before she came again and this time Pete let go and spurted his cum up into her.
As much as Pete just wanted to lay there and suck on her tits, he knew there were three more hard dicks waiting to relieve themselves inside the naked beauty. He pulled himself off. His awful grin gloated in Richard's face as he almost sang the one word, "Next."
Jazz and Stuart had made their plans. They grabbed Monica and dragged her around the sofa making sure she was facing Richard before pushing her over the back. Richard watched as Stuart bent his knees and filled her cunt for a second time, driving in and out again. Monica's body took over and she started panting again.
Jazz dragged her head up so Richard could see her moaning and groaning, her body slamming into the sofa as the cock ploughed into her from behind. Jazz bent down and told her to blow her husband a kiss. She groaned. He then whispered again, this time sliding his hand under her swinging tit and squeezed her nipple. She quickly blew Richard a kiss.
She was starting to respond to the fucking, panting out words like, "Yes, yes," and, "More," so Jazz carried on whispering things to her, making her repeat them to her husband. "Oh yes I'm loving this fucking, Richard. I love these men fucking me. They have such big cocks. Ah, ah, oh yes fuck me. Give it to me. Look at them, Richard, they are going to fuck me and make me suck their cocks all night."
Jazz laughed at the slumped figure of Richard as he pulled her head around and slapped her face with his hard cock. "Open your mouth, bitch. Let's show your husband just what you're going to be doing when we all take you upstairs, get you in your bedroom, and keep you there all night."
Her mouth squealed around the fat cock as Stuart kept at her from behind. Carl went for another drink, passing Richard as he did. "Your missus fucks well. How tight is her ass?" He stopped and bent down to Richard. "Because it ain't gonna be that tight come morning."
Richard mumbled something incoherent at him as he carried on getting his drink. The two men busy double ending his wife were just as obscene, laughing at her as the drugs made her bounce and wiggle on the end of their thrusting cocks. They wouldn't leave Richard out of it and they taunted him.
"Got a good view? Like watching, do you?"
"Reckon your bitch looks good with her mouth full of cock?"
"How's she doing? Just look how far down her throat he's fucking her. Pity you can't see her cunt, she's leaking fun juice all over my cock. Loves a good fucking. She fuck you like this or is a good fucking new to her?"
Jazz grabbed her hair and held her face up. "Open your mouth and stick your tongue out." He wrapped his hand around his cock and pumped it at her face. "Here it comes. You make sure you catch it all, bitch."
Monica's head moved, her was mouth open, her tongue stuck out, waiting as Jazz jerked his cum=filled cock into her face. Long streams of white juice splat over her tongue and into her mouth. Other streams shot into her eyes and covered her nose and chin. Monica tried to catch as much as she could with her mouth, but the relentless pounding that Stuart was giving her from behind kept her moving. Jazz picked her skirt up and wiped his juice from her face, laughing at Richard
"Can't have your pretty wife's face all messed up with my cum this early. Besides, she's about to get a cunt full from Stu and he will want her to clean his cock with her mouth, I know."
Sure to his words, Stuart grunted as the delirious Monica squealed around another orgasm. Her whole body was shaking as Stuart grabbed her hips and pumped himself into her. Carl watched with a sly smile on his face. Suddenly, he turned and grabbed Richard by his collar, dragging him forward. Richard crumpled to the floor. Carl dragged him around until he was laying on his back.
"Get her over here. I think her husband deserves some cream pie."
Pete pulled Monica up and shoved her towards the prone figure of her husband.
"Sit on his face, and make sure you get your cunt in his mouth."
With the help of the other two, Monica found herself kneeling on the floor, her legs spread either side of her husband's head, her cunt pressed firmly over his lips. Richard felt the heel of Carl's foot press onto his crotch.
"Lick her out. Come on, drink our cum juice or I'll crush your balls."
He jabbed his heel quickly down. Richard may have been drugged but he felt pain. At the same time Pete grabbed both of Monica's nipples and twisted them. She squealed.
Carl continued, "You may as well eat her out or we will hurt both of you. We will still be fucking your wife again, whatever."
Struggling and resigned to his fate, Richard made every effort to conform to the threat by sticking his tongue into Monica's sopping cunt. He could taste the mixture of male cum and female juice. As he did, Stuart tugged the woman's hair and stuck his cock in her mouth.
"While he cleans you, you clean me. Suck it."
Jazz and Pete got more drink and returned to watch the fun. Pete nudged Carl. "You having her next?"
Carl nodded. "Upstairs, on the bed, on all fours with her ass in the air. Gonna fuck me that fine round ass and I'm gonna take my time. Give you three time to get horny and ready to start fucking her all over again." Carl looked over to Jazz. "Get upstairs and see what they got in the bedroom. See if there's enough room to take hubby up there. Get him a ringside seat to watch the four of us fuck his missus some more."
Carl stood beside her watching Richard work his tongue into her. She groaned around Stuart's cock and Stuart smiled.
"Sounds like she's enjoying the sucking. I know I am."
Carl bent and took her hand, then placed it on his cock. "Fancy some of that?"
Unable to speak around the fat cock stuck in her mouth she shook her head. As they watched Monica grind down on Richards face, Stuart and Carl laughed at each other.
"Look at her ass go. She's bloody near suffocating him, but he's making her hot."
Jazz came back downstairs. "Big bed and plenty of room for the audience."
Carl grabbed her hand. "Well, thank you Richard, your tongue seems to have made your wife ready for another fucking." He nodded to Stuart. "I'm gonna take her upstairs and get started on her. You bring Richard up. Hate him to miss anything."
Carl dragged her towards the stairs. She stumbled and tried to break free. Carl pulled harder.
"Looks like we are going to have to give you a little more thrill juice, just to get your cunt flowing again. It's still four hours until dawn."
By the time they dragged Richard into the bedroom, Carl was already pushing his cream-covered cock into the moaning Monica. She had tried to move but several vicious slaps kept her in the position he wanted -- kneeling on the bed, her tits pressed into the cover, her ass just were he wanted it, up and available to use. Richard was sat. He groaned as he watched this animal buggering his wife. What was worse for him was she was beginning to push back and moan, and she never did that when he tried anal sex.
Now all four men were naked. Jazz was rubbing his hands over Richard's face, wiping the sticky mess from his wife's cunt around his mouth. He held the bottle of liquid, the bottle Carl had poured down his wife's throat.
"Gonna give her the rest. That's more than last time, and that should really get her going. Mind you, looking at the fucking she's getting now she don't look like she needs any help."
The bedroom resounded to, "Ah, ah, muph, muph, oh yes, aahh, give it to me, ah, ah," sounds as Carl pumped in and out of her ass. The sound of hand slapping skin interspersed the grunts as Carl started to jerk harder, feeling his ball tighten as the juice-filled cock released torrents of cum up Monica's ass. He slid back, releasing it from her ass. With another slap he let her roll onto the bed. But her rest was short-lived as the other three surrounded her.
Pete was the first to grab her. He shoved his hand behind her head and lifted it. Jazz had the bottle and stuffed it between her lips, forcing her to swallow more of the illegal high-powered aphrodisiac. Monica tried to shake her head but the men held her firm. She had no option. They had pushed the bottle over her tongue and she had to swallow. Fingers playing with her cunt and nipples didn't help. Jazz threw the bottle on the floor and started down on her nipples. Stuart started kissing her, as Pete spread her legs. Richard could only watch as the men started arousing his wife again.
Richard watched for four hours as the drugs forced Monica to accept any perverted thing they wanted to do to her. Without exception, every man ridiculed the defenseless Richard as they fucked his wife. He watched as she bounced up and down unable to control the cravings her body needed. She even cried as she saw her husband, but all the time fingers and cocks excited her and drove her to the next orgasm. As Pete watched Carl fucking her mouth while Jazz busied himself up her ass, he told Richard they should have brought the video kit. They could make a fortune from Horny Housewife's Tapes.
Carl sniggered as he said, "But you could have one for free being as it's your merchandise we are using."
Relentlessly, hour after hour, they fucked Monica. Stuart admitted to Richard that they had all had a small mixture of the drug. He even waggled his cock at him as he gloated that it kept his pecker hard for ages, and asked if Richard wanted some. She performed continuously, using her tits and mouth to keep the men hard and fucking her until dawn. It was then that Carl brought it to a close.
Jazz and Stuart took Richard back downstairs, sat him back in the chair and administered a small injection. Patting him on the head he said, "That will keep you quiet until we are long gone."
It was the next event that had him stunned. Carl and Pete brought Monica downstairs. Richard groaned. They had her between them, her mouth filled with cloth and her smart silk scarf he had bought her for an anniversary keeping it in. She had on a long coat. It wasn't buttoned up and it was clear she was still naked underneath. The front was open due to the fact that her arms were tied behind her. Carl grinned at Richard.
"It was what Pete said. We can make money with her, so we are taking her with us for a while. You just ring in and tell them that nursey's not too well, she's on her back in bed." As the others laughed Carl stuffed his hand inside her coat and grabbed at her tits. "Oh come on, one part's the truth."
Pete moved forward to Richard. "Now you play your part and keep the story up. Go sell insurance and we will be in touch. Or fuck up and you won't see her again. It's a big country and people get lost." He bent and looked Richard hard in the face. "Or sold, and people keep their possessions under lock and key so they are well insured."
Richard sat and watched as the four men dragged Monica out. He shook as he heard, "Pete, you drive first. Then we will take it in turns to drive while we all will take turns having some more fun with her in the back."
It took Richard three hours to finally shake the drug off. He staggered around the house taking stock of the mess left behind. He opened the computer and went to his e-mails. Maybe, just maybe, they had sent a message. The only message was from the real people they should have met asking why they hadn't turned up. In despair he shut it down.
Saturday was a blur to him. He kept dozing; the drug was still in his body. It wasn't until Sunday that the enormity of the situation hit him. Should he call the police or should he lie to everyone and hope? The words "sell her" tormented his mind. He had heard about women being put in crates and sent to be sex slaves or worse, being tied up in torture dungeons for use by sick sado perverts. No, he couldn't put her in danger.
He lied on Monday. The dreams that he had left him in no doubt he had to wait it out. Every time he closed his eyes all he saw was Monica being gang raped and being forced to enjoy every sordid minute. He realized that those men had come prepared; they knew what they were doing and had probably done it before.
Monday night was hell -- nothing. It was Tuesday night and he raced home again. This time a video tape had been pushed through the door. Trembling, he went to the machine and pushed the cartridge into the slot. With a large drink in his hand he pressed play. The screen flickered into life. Though distorted, Richard knew it was Carl's face and then his voice. It sent shudders through Richard.
"Hello, friend, you have been a good boy so things are still going your way. Oh, I bet you want to say hello to your wife. Well here she is, just hanging around our play room."
The camera panned right and it moved to the floor. Suddenly, Monica's feet came into view, her toes bent and just touching the floor. The camera traveled up her legs. Richard gazed at his wife's shapely legs; the camera was in no hurry. Slowly, it passed her knees then up to her firm muscled thighs. Then her freshly shaven cunt was held in view. The camera zoomed in and every detail of her bald cunt filled the screen. Richard could see the red puffy lips pouting fat between her closed legs. Then the camera started up again. Her waist was bound tightly by a thick leather belt; it looked to be crushing her. Then up again. Ropes traveled up from rings on the belt. They seemed to twine around her back. Then Richard realized why. Her breasts were bound tight; four lines of thick cord around the base straggled each breast forcing them to balloon out. Her nipples were now massive, the red buds stuck out long and hard. Richard moaned.
"Oh god no," he screamed at the television. "Stop it, stop hurting her. Fuck you. I'll kill you."
But the camera just kept traveling up. Her chin came into view; it was low and pointed. Another moan filled the room as her mouth appeared, open wide, a ring gag fitted behind her teeth. Then her face. Her eyes were bloodshot and tired but her hair beautifully brushed falling between her arms. Her arms were held high above her head. The camera reached her wrists where the cuffs were locked onto a pulley, the rope straining her whole body upwards.
Richard threw the empty glass across the room and screamed, but the camera didn't listen. It just carried on. Pete's distorted face filled the screen.
"We have given her a few things to tell you. Listen to her and maybe this time next week it will be you fucking her again."
The camera went back to Monica's face. Richard could see her head move. The buckle on the gag was being undone. As soon as the gag was removed Monica licked her lips. Stuart's voice could be heard in the background.
"That's it, love, lick up any of my leftovers."
There was laughter from everyone but Monica. She faced the camera but her eyes were to the side.
Carl's voice said, "OK, you know what to say. Jazz, lower her a little."
Richard watched as he heard a cranking sound. He saw her arms bend a little. She coughed and cleared her throat.
"Richard, I'm all right. Please do as they say. If you do nothing, I will be back with you next weekend. They will leave me somewhere and ring you to fetch me, but only if you do as they say." He could see she was struggling not to cry as she continued, "I'm having a great time. I love being on my back while they all fuck me. They fucked me for most of Saturday, long into the night." Monica blinked back a tear as she struggled on, "I loved being fucked by them so much, that I begged all of them to use all my holes and tits during Sunday. And, Richard, they have such lovely big cocks that I love being fucked by them up my ass and cunt and it's a privilege to be able to swallow their cum as I suck them all off."
Richard could hear the others in the background, laughing and joking. He heard, "As if she has a choice. Get a move on, cunt, I want to give your ass a little spanking before you do a lot of cock sucking."
She coughed but carried on. Richard could see the fear in her eyes.
"They are just using my tits and mouth now. They have stopped fucking my cunt and ass. They want them to be in pristine condition as they have an advert out on a secret website. Please read it."
The screen went blank, then a web page appeared. The top and bottom were masked out but Richard could still read the message.
It's that time again. This time we have a stunning blonde beauty, mature and experienced, big tits, firm ass and a hot cunt, but only on offer this week. Usual terms:
1 X 2 hours = 50
2 X 3 hours = 100
3 X 3 hours = 140
4 X 4 hours = 200
5 X 5 hours = 300
Contact (this was blanked out) with your password details and book. She won't be able to say no to anything. We will make sure of that so, come on, book quickly. You know we only offer the best.
The screen flickered back to Monica. Richard stared in shock at her helpless face. He jumped as she suddenly jerked.
She groaned and he heard Pete say, "There, I told you she could take a spanking now and not scream. She learns well."
She stared back at Richard. "They say I'll make enough money by the weekend. After they printed a picture of me, bent over with a cock up my ass and one down my throat... well, they have 68 replies already."
Hands came from nowhere and squeezed her long nipples. She moaned, then Richard heard Jazz say, "You want the gag back in or you gonna suck me off without it?"
Monica nodded in the direction of the voice. "I'll suck, please don't put that thing back in my mouth. I'll suck your cock. I'll swallow, honest."
Carl's distorted face came back into view. "You be a good boy, Richard, and sit it out. Then you get her back. She will have been well fucked but you want her back, don't you? Just look at her, a real beauty. Bet you'd like those big nipples in your mouth right now. We've had them tied like that since yesterday. They are real sensitive. Just a little sucking and she's moaning. Go on, stick your tongue out and lick the screen."
The camera zoomed in. Monica's breast looked huge. Blue veins showed under the white skin and her long hard nipple filled the screen.
"Wouldn't you love that in your mouth? Can't have it. Now you know how it feels to be able to look but not touch."
THE END
