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SLUT-2-FUCK
By Velvetglove
Disclaimer, Copyright and Synopsis
‘Slut-2-Fuck’ is an original work of fiction in five parts and neither events nor characters portrayed are based in reality. Any resemblance with actual persons is entirely coincidental.
Copyright is asserted by the author Velvetglove and no reposting to other sites or commercial use whatsoever is authorised.
Codes: Female domination of a married couple, consensual but reluctant, F/mf, D/s, B/D, S/M, BDSM, slavery, bondage, chastity belt, slow, humiliation, serious, MF/mf.
‘Slut-2-Fuck’ follows the descent of Chris and Laura, a good looking young couple, who fall under the spell of Samantha, their personal trainer. Although the fate of each character is sealed, suggestions and requests by readers to velvetfeedback@gmail can be incorporated into the later parts of the story. Praise for previous Velvetglove stories:
“The best story here in years” (After the Pestilence)
“The best revenge story on the internet” (Best Enjoyed Cold)
“The best Femdom story ever published to this site” (Five Words)
“I could not stop until the end” (Stranger than Fiction)
For various reasons, this is my first posting for 2 years. With encouragement, I will return to more regular writing and posting in future.
SLUT-2-FUCK
PART ONE: SETTING THE SCENE
“Grind down on his face !”
Sam leaned forward excitedly in her chair, encouraging Laura to rasp her close-shaved bush roughly against Chris’s glistening face. The atmosphere in the room was sexually charged, highlighted by the background orchestra of Laura’s excited squeals, the slurps of cunnilingus, and Sam’s brusque instructions.
Laura was totally naked, her 34D boobs jiggling as she rode her husband’s face. They were on their own living room floor. Her sweating body gleamed in the sunlight streaming through the front window. Dust particles danced in the warm air. She was exposed should any visitor happen to walk close and look through the window. She was facing her husband’s feet, with his similarly nude body spread-eagled on the Persian rug that covered most of their wooden floor.
“Harder. But don’t cum yet.”
In contrast to the couple’s nakedness, Sam was still dressed in her grey track pants and sweaty black running vest. She had a glass of iced water in her hand that she sipped , while she watched her new clients, ‘in training’. She was moist between her own thighs, her nipples hard against the damp cotton vest, but she didn’t touch herself. Not yet anyway. She focused on them.
It had all begun two months earlier, when Chris and Laura had answered her ad. She was a legitimate, qualified personal trainer, based at a nearby gym, but she did home visits too. Chris and Laura were married, both 27 and keen to get fit, to lose a few pounds and to look great. Both were good looking anyway, but pretty much everybody can use a bit more definition, a healthier lifestyle.
Right from the first meeting, there was a frisson of excitement; an electricity between the three of them. At 23, Sam was four years the couple’s junior, but taking charge came naturally to her. She was a hard taskmistress and Laura and Chris quickly demonstrated a willingness to follow her orders. Almost blind obedience to her, in fact.
Four weeks later, she stayed behind for a drink after their running and exercise session had finished and the conversation turned to sex. Sam encouraged her clients to use sex as physical exercise, as a motivation. It soon became obvious that Chris and Laura’s sex life was vanilla, unfulfilled, and yet that’s not how it seemed either of them wanted it to be. Somebody had to take charge.
“Okay. Push back. Ram your butt on his face now.”
Laura didn’t even hesitate. Her eyes were closed. She adjusted her hips so her sweaty anus plopped onto Chris’s face. Her mouth was open in a small, eager ‘o’. Just a week ago, Laura had never even had a tongue in her ass and Chris had never once put his tongue into one. But Sam was broadening their horizons all the time.
She smiled at Chris’s erection, jutting up towards his stomach muscles. Neither he nor Laura touched it. His turn may come at the end ? But maybe not. His groin was totally devoid of hair, waxed bald as a baby now, a blunt reminder that Sam was now in charge of ‘all his body’. She could hear him struggling to breathe and see his neck muscles working. The room smelt heavy with the sweet and sour spice of their perspiration and sex.
Sam couldn’t really believe her luck. This was her fantasy in the flesh. She had her own casual boyfriend but he was nothing serious. She loved kinky sex and was bisexual and dominant. So Chris and Laura ticked all her boxes.
Laura had revealed to Sam that she had been a virgin when she married Chris 7 years before. She hadn’t done more than kiss another boy when she was in her mid-teens. She was 18 when she met Chris and had married him at 20.
Even Chris had only had one girlfriend before Laura. They met on arrival at college and it was love at first sight. Sweet, romantic, young love. Sex was typically plentiful but bland; inexperienced, rushed, missionary, vanilla. Laura had shyly admitted to Sam she’d almost never had an orgasm from sex with Chris. They had both slowly settled into a sexual rut. Each of them silently thought it was their destiny to live with their own private, unshared fantasies.
Before fate had decided to scratch their seven year itch.
Sam sipped her water and smiled, as Laura bounced her sweaty buns energetically over Chris’s chops. Laura had enjoyed quite a few huge orgasms after Sam had taken over her training.
The shattering, memorable, addictive kind that become like drugs.
Now, for the past fortnight, Sam had forbidden Laura and Chris to have any sex together at all, or even to masturbate, jointly or alone, without her permission. Laura’s eyelids opened and her smoky green eyes sought out Sam’s face.
Laura was pretty, very pretty, prettier even than Sam. She was a brunette with shoulder length dark hair, high cheekbones, and classic features. She stood tall, at 5’9”, with a model’s legs and a lissom body. As she bucked and moaned astride Chris’s face, her posture showed off the symmetry of her tiny waist and rounded hips.
The slight excess on her thighs that she’d been worried about had already been exercised off and her skin glowed from the strict, healthy diet Sam had put her on. But Sam’s favourite feature was Laura’s boobs; high and full, 34D, with dark berry nipples, larger than you’d normally expect on such a lithe body. They bounced and swayed and made Sam want to kiss and bite them.
Sam herself was a fake blonde, only 5’6”, but her athletic, upright bearing made her appear taller. She had citron-yellow hair cut in a short bob, framing her cute puckish face. People said she looked like some French actress, but she couldn’t remember the name. Her body was magnificently fit, without a millimetre of fat, although she herself would have liked more generous curves. She had a flat A-cup chest and was going to get herself a boob-job if she ever got the money. Boys fancied her aura, energy and sexual enthusiasm as much as her looks. She’d lost her virginity at 14 and had never looked back since.
She smiled and gently nodded her head. Laura’s eyes blinked back at her in relief like two emeralds. Laura was desperate to cum and was seeking approval to swivel her clit back into contact with Chris’s tongue. After two hours of exercise, every inch of her skin shone and her bottom was leaking sweat.
Sam watched her lean forward so that her stubbly ‘five o’clock shadow’ of pussy hair slid down either side of Chris’s nostrils. His face was rubbed red and raw from his wife’s bristly pubes. But his tongue slid obediently into her pink folds.
“Okay.” Sam sighed magnanimously. “You can cum”.
*** *** ***
Three days later, Sam arrived early and let herself in. She had a copy of their door key now. She made two home visits a week; Thursdays and Sundays. Both training sessions were officially two hours; paid in cash at her full, standard rate.
But today was going to be different. A whole Sunday. They had all agreed to kick things up another notch. Chris greeted her in his running shorts and a Coldplay T-shirt. His face was fresh-shaven but he still bore the ‘shaving rash’ of the marathon face-sitting session three days before.
Chris and Laura lived in an upmarket starter home. It was a modern built house with a living room, kitchen, master suite, guest bedroom and a third bedroom-study. It was quite a contrast to Sam’s rented bedsit in a derelict neighbourhood.
He was as cute as his wife was pretty. They made a handsome couple. He was 6’ 1” tall with caramel hair and a square-jaw. A bit like the actor Christopher Reeve, in Clark Kent mode rather than Superman. He proved the truth that not all male submissives are poorly endowed wimps. He had intelligent brown eyes and wore glasses most of the time.
Like Laura, the excess inch round his waist when they’d begun their training was already gone. Sam had put him on a rigid alcohol-free, low sugar, zero red meat diet. He had given up his 5-a-day smoking habit and tried as hard as he could to observe her total veto on masturbation and internet porn.
“Morning Chris.” She said, placing her key on the console. Her envelope was already there, containing cash for two sessions and a copy of their past three months bank statements she’d asked to see.
“Good morning, Miss.” He replied. “Coffee ?”
She smiled and he flicked on the kettle. There was a flushing sound and Laura emerged from the downstairs toilet. She was in running shorts as well, with slits up the side. She was wearing the new skin-tight top Sam had found for her online; ‘Bimbo’ was emblazoned across her straining chest in bright pink letters.
“Ready ?” Sam greeted her, without even saying hello.
“Yes, Miss.” Laura replied.
Sam pulled a piece of paper out of her pocket with a ‘treasure map’ on it. It marked a route to her own neighbourhood in red pen that added up to a six and a half mile run. There and back would be thirteen miles. A half marathon. Sam had deposited a coin buried by a tree that was the ‘treasure’. Laura had to run and fetch it and bring it back. As fast as she could. Sam watched from the front door as Laura set off running down the street.
Sam sat down with the coffee Chris had made her; black without sugar. He knelt at her feet and she began the interrogation.
“So, no cigarettes ?”
He shook his head.
“No booze ? No porn ? No sex ?”
He shook his head.
“No jerking off ?”
He paused, then shook his head.
“No ? Sure ?”
She looked hard into his brown eyes. He swallowed.
“Tell me.”
“I didn’t cum. But I did touch myself a bit. I managed to control myself before coming.”
“When ? Where ?”
“At the office. In the mens room cubicles at Lewis Mitchell. On Friday.”
She feigned anger. She had forbidden him to cum last Thursday at the end of the session. It was the first time she hadn’t let him spurt his load, even just before she left. She wanted to see what happened if she didn’t.
“You expect me to believe you didn’t make yourself cum ?”
He met her gaze. “I didn’t. I promise. It was agony but I didn’t.”
She stared at him, exploring his brown eyes, and then finally smiled. It was probably true. How delicious.
“What did you do Friday and Saturday nights ?”
He shrugged. “Supper. TV. Chores. Early nights.”
“No touching Laura ? No sex ?”
“No.” He shook his head. “I swear.”
She chuckled. It felt so good to be controlling an adult couple; married, older than her, forbidding them to do what any normal husband and wife would do at the weekend.
“Take off your clothes.”
He quickly obeyed, stepping out of his flip-flops, shorts and Coldplay T-shirt. She studied him casually. He’d make a fine boyfriend, husband even. A good earner, domesticated, well mannered. But he was hot too. His waist was narrow and his torso flared out in a sexy v to a broad chest. His cock and balls looked strangely magnified by the fact there was no pubic hair around them.
“Now mine.”
Sam watched his eyes widen in shock. But he obediently unlaced and removed her running shoes and socks. Next she raised her hips so he could tug down her grey track pants. She wasn’t wearing any underwear. She signalled dismissively that he should leave her running vest on.
She sat above him, naked from the waist down, thighs apart. Her own bush was lush and curly, in contrast to Chris’s baby-waxed groin and Laura’s bristly stubble. His eyes looked down at her feet and his face had flushed red.
“Look at me.” She snapped.
He gazed at her and gulped.
“You don’t think all that oral training you’ve been having is just for your wife, do you ? Well, do you ?”
He shook his head. “Er ... no Mistress.”
She stared him down until he glanced away then reached out to tug his hair. She twisted his head until his eyes were fixed on hers. A thrill of power surged through her.
It felt so good, thinking of Laura, barely out of the house, running a half marathon. And Sam was about to cuckquean her as the next stage in the takeover process. Eventually she’d have Chris’s dick inside her – just the once - to prove she could, but for now his tongue and lips would be enough.
“Kiss it.”
It would have been immediately obvious to anybody that Sam’s pussy wasn’t clean. Her labia were puffy, her thighs damp and her pubic bush was wet. She was usually a manic bather and took showers twice a day or more. But she’d had sex with Tim at midnight and again that morning before he left. Then she’d just pulled on her kit and come straight round. On purpose.
Chris lent forward and ran his tongue up her gaping slit. A bolt of electricity ran through her. This was a first, even for her. She shut her eyes and settled back into the armchair. To think, she was being paid for this !
*** *** ***
Chris controlled his gagging reflex. There’s a big difference between fantasy and reality. It was obvious that Sam’s pussy had been fucked recently. But the fluid oozing out of her was clear and rancid, not thick and white like fresh semen, so he guessed it was at least from earlier that morning, or maybe even the night before.
He ran his tongue between the folds of her soaking slit, up and down. She gasped and he felt her body shudder, then relax, and her thighs parted even wider. He realised that he had not even considered Sam might have her own own sex life beforehand. He’d just assumed she was single, part of their triangle, and not thought about the possibility she had a boyfriend as well.
Yet here he was slurping the fishy spunk of some unknown guy. Did the guy know ? Had Sam told him what she planned and had they laughed together as he deposited this load in her pussy ? Who was he ? Old ? Young ? Black ? White ? Chinese ? Married ? Fuck knew ? He could even have some disease ? He realised he just had to trust Sam.
It didn’t really taste of much. Just sour and salty. But the stench was worse. And the thought. He couldn’t have licked it from anywhere or anybody else. But somehow Sam’s pussy made it bearable. His young Mistress. His 23 year old trainer. Hot. So fucking hot. And sexy. And dominant. He was kissing her cunt at last.
He suddenly thought of Laura. Out running. Shit. What would Laura say ? What had Sam said ? “You don’t think all that oral training you’ve been having is just for your wife, do you ?”
He’d never considered oral sex before. Was it being unfaithful ? It wasn’t like he was fucking another woman. He was just using his tongue. But how would he feel if Laura gave another a guy a blowjob ? That would be infidelity too, wouldn’t it ? Just because Sam had told him to do something, didn’t make it right, did it ?
But he didn’t stop. He couldn’t. He was like a deer in a trap. A honey trap.
Then he felt fingers in his hair. Her thighs tensed and she shifted her body.
“Hold my knees up.” Her voice was crisp, authoritative, unembarrassed.
He used his hands to support her and found her crinkled butthole under his face.
“That’s right. Yes.” She hissed. “Put your tongue in there now.”
*** *** ***
Laura walked for a minute or so, then managed to stagger up to a jog again. She had terrible stitch. Her legs ached and she was dripping with sweat. But at least she’d found the coin and was on her way home now.
Thank heavens most people didn’t seem to notice her outfit. The slit shorts and the tight T. At least it supported her bouncing breasts as she ran, so they didn’t flop about too much. There were a lot of men, women and families out and about in the sunshine. Thankfully only a few groups of teenage kids. A few smiled slyly at the ‘Bimbo’ logo inscribed in pink across her chest.
The humiliation and adrenaline excited her in equal measure. What was she, a grown woman, doing ? Out running to please her personal trainer ? This wasn’t just training, after all, was it ? It was sexual submission. Pure and simple.
*** *** ***
By the time Laura stumbled home, Sam was showered and dressed. She had forbidden Chris to mention anything about what had happened between them. It would be their secret.
For now.
Sam let Laura drink a glass of water and recover her breath. But then it was time for Chris’s reward. Sam knew it was important to bait the hook.
Laura had never licked Chris’s asshole. Up to today their recent conversion to analingus had been a one-way street. But what’s good for the gander is good for the goose. Sam was an equal opportunities Domme !
Chris bent over and clutched his ankles. He was totally naked. Laura knelt behind him. She was still dressed in her running shorts and T-shirt. They clung damply to her curves.
“Use your thumbs to prise open your husband’s butt cheeks.”
Sam chuckled at the nervous expression of distaste on Laura’s red face.
“Good. That’s it. Wider. Now have a good look inside.”
Sam leaned down and put her head alongside Laura’s, peering into Chris’s puckered anus. His buns were toned, hairy with a red zit on one cheek.
“Mmm ...do you like what you see ?”
Laura’s throat bobbed. Her voice cracked. “Er ... n .. y ... yes.”
“Then why haven’t you done this before ?”
“H ... he never asked me to.”
Sam snorted. “Never asked you to ? Why didn’t you offer to ? He’s your darling husband, isn’t he ?”
“I ... d ...” Laura’s whisper trailed off.
“Well get your tongue up there right now.”
Sam gave the back of Laura’s head a light shove of encouragement. She watched her pink tongue stick out and disappear between Chris’s cleft.
He gasped and his semi-erect dick jumped to complete attention.
Sam reached under him and gave it a few encouraging tugs. Then she perched down on the arm of the sofa to watch the entertainment.
“Mmm ... looks good. I can’t believe you’ve been married seven years and you haven’t tongued his shitter before. His dick is sticking out like a yardarm. He’s loving it. I’m going to make you both give each other so many thrills over the months to come.”
Laura’s head bobbed rhythmically in and out of her husband’s ass. Sam lifted her phone out from under a cushion and took several photos.
“Okay.” She called out after three minutes. “Lie face up on the floor now.”
Laura pulled her head away, stared at Sam, and slowly wiped her lip. But after a pause, she obeyed, lying down on the living room floor.
“Okay. Sit on her face, big boy.” Sam winked at Chris. “Facing me.”
She watched as he gingerly squatted astride his wife’s gorgeous features.
“Now grind down on her face !”
*** *** ***
Two weeks later, Sam moved in.
Officially, she was their rent paying ‘lodger’ in the third bedroom. But in reality, Sam took the master suite, Chris moved to the guest room, and Laura was relegated to the small bedroom-study.
Sam used their bathroom and Chris and Laura shared the guest shower-toilet.
Their relationship had moved on apace. Chris now wore a shiny new Steelwerx Extreme chastity tube 24/7. He worked in an accountancy office in a well cut suit. His pleated trousers hid the steel cock-cage from view. He sat down to pee in the mens cubicles and he’d aroused no suspicions in his colleagues yet.
Sam cut back on most of her own fitness clients apart from a few favourites. She took up residence as a lady of leisure. She decided that Laura would immediately quit her 3 days a week sales assistant job in an upmarket department store, so she could be a fulltime housemaid. Sam advised them that, with some cutbacks, they could all survive on Chris’s income alone.
However, she had a plan for how Laura would soon contribute financially.
*** *** ***
Chris ate his packed lunch at his desk and worked through lunchtime. He was doing his best to impress his boss. It was his annual performance review in a couple of weeks and Sam had set him the target of getting the highest raise and bonus. He had always done well in his 5 years at Lewis Mitchell & Co but he’d been cruising. Now he was determined to impress his new Mistress.
He also concentrated on his work to minimise his sexual frustration. In the past he’d spent many a lunch hour jerking off in the restroom. The firm was full of sexy twenty and thirty something executives and secretaries. It was hard to see them all in their summer dresses and tight skirts and not feel horny.
But Sam was super-strict. She only allowed him one fantastic orgasm a week. Two weeks ago, He’d almost blown Laura’s head off after she sucked him off, having licked his asshole for the first time.
Now that Sam had moved in with them, he was hooked. Infatuated. He loved his wife more than ever but he worshipped their Mistress like a goddess. His crush on her was totally out of control. And he couldn’t do anything about it.
A week ago, while Laura was out running again, Sam had instructed him to fuck her. He had never known sex like it. He’d slept with only one girlfriend before Laura, so Sam was only his third. He was no expert. She wasn’t even as pretty as Laura but man, could she fuck ! She’d made him eat her out afterwards, in the marital bed he had shared with Laura, guzzling his own spunk from her cunt. She’d kept him at it until only a few minutes before Laura had arrived home.
He felt guilty but excited. After all, he knew this was only a temporary game for Sam. If she wanted a bit of illicit sex with him, who was he to complain ? And what Laura didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her, would it ?
*** *** ***
Laura was hurting. The plastic ruler didn’t cut her flesh but it stung like wildfire. Sam was lashing it randomly across her bottom as encouragement.
Laura was bent over her own kitchen table, her naked breasts pressed to the wood, her buttocks draped over the edge. Her wrists were tied with Velcro straps behind her back.
In front of her stood Tim. Sam had introduced him as her own ‘fuck buddy’. He was well over 6ft tall, muscular and dark, of mixed ethnicity. He worked in a gym as an instructor. His track pants were round his ankles and his erection poked out of his thick clump of wiry black pubic hair. The brutally defined muscles of his abdomen made it look like a bar of milk chocolate. Sam had invited him round to see her ‘new home’ and introduce Laura to a ‘new cock’.
Laura had never even considered whether oral sex was unfaithful ? It wasn’t like she was fucking another man. She would only be using her mouth. But how would she feel if Chris did cunnilingus on another woman ? That would be infidelity, wouldn’t it ? Just because Sam was telling her to do it, didn’t make it right, did it ?
But in spite of her mental doubts, she opened her lips and slid them over the swollen crown of Tim’s large penis. Deep down, she knew she was doing it not because of the sting of the ruler, but because she wanted the humiliation of sucking a stranger. He thrust his hips forward, pushing his erection into the back of her throat, making her gag. She felt his fingers gently tighten in her hair.
“Yesssss ...” she heard him hiss in pleasure and Sam’s amused snort.
“There we are. I told you you’d be inside her mouth within minute or two.”
Laura’s eyes watered as she gagged on his length. He pulled back, letting her breathe, then pushed again, building a rhythm.
“And I’m really only her second guy ?”
“Yup.” Sam replied, both of them discussing her like she was meat.
He chuckled. “Then she’s going to struggle to get me off ‘no hands’”.
“Well let’s give her time to try.”
Laura heard a click and realised Sam had taken a photo with her phone.
“Mwa ...” Laura objected, pulling her lips away.
Tim’s fingers grabbed her earlobes tightly and the plastic ruler slashed loudly down across Laura’s bottom, making her gasp a mouthful of penis.
“Just keep sucking.” Sam ordered matter-of-factly. “I’m only snapping a few souvenirs of this moment.”
Laura shut her eyes, as if by blanking out the view, somehow the lens wouldn’t be able to see her either. She concentrated on inhaling each time the erection withdrew from banging her throat.
“Use your tongue. French kiss it.” Sam ordered.
She curled her tongue and did her best to obey, drooling like a dog.
Tim was really starting to face fuck her now; hard and fast. Laura almost choked on it but they ignored her. She heard more camera clicks.
It went on for what seemed like several minutes; in and out, thrust and pull. Occasionally Laura felt the stinging cut of the ruler whenever she tried to draw away. He was just fucking her face. Her eyes were shut and wet. She didn’t know if her tears were more from gagging or crying.
“Well blow me down !” Tim’s voice exclaimed suddenly. “I’m going to cum. The bitch has done it.”
“Whoopee.” Sam said. “Open your eyes.”
Reluctantly, Laura blinked. She could only see blurred skin.
“Look at me.”
She turned her head slightly towards Sam and made out her elfin face, peering at Laura from inches away. Then the camera clicked.
“Finish me !” Tim groaned at Sam, jerking his hips backwards.
Laura’s lips hung open like a goldfish as he vacated her mouth. She watched in shock as Sam’s fingers flew up and skilfully masturbated Tim’s throbbing shaft, aiming it directly at Laura’s face. In moments, it erupted.
“Yeeaaahh .... mmmmmmm.”
“Keep that mouth wide open.” Sam snarled.
Somehow, Laura obeyed. She shut her eyes to protect them from the pulsing jets but held her jaws apart. She felt hot fluid hitting her; on her nose, cheeks, forehead. It felt endless. Bitterness splashed her tongue, her lips and chin.
“Oh man.” She heard Tim exhale.
Sam was laughing, camera snapping. “What a glazed doughnut !”
Thirty seconds passed. She heard them moving, the sound of Tim pulling up his tracksuit, yet another camera click in front of her face.
“Eyes.” Sam’s voice said.
Laura batted her eyelids again, peering through the goo. Sam’s eyes and teeth were grinning down at her mischievously.
“Good girl. Not bad for a first try.” She slid a finger down Laura’s face and scooped up a big blob of semen, holding it under Laura’s nostrils.
“Eat.”
Laura hesitantly dabbed her tongue out and licked at the white fluid.
Tim peered over Sam’s shoulder smiling. “Guzzle it all down, slut. There’s plenty more where that came from !”
*** *** ***
Sam lay in bed that night, planning the future.
She was stretched out in their double bed. Her own clothes now filled the wardrobe and drawers, her own cosmetics were in the basin and shower, her own bag and purse rested by the side of the bed.
She had never set out for this point, certainly not this far, this fast. But there was no turning back. It felt so good. To be so in charge.
She had locked Laura in the tiny third bedroom early, at 8 p.m, like a kid. The room contained just a small desk, a wooden chair and a pull-out sofa bed. Laura had obviously been petrified that Sam would mention their afternoon with Tim. But there was no rush. A spider waits until its victim is well and truly enmeshed in the web.
After they ate supper together, Sam had locked Chris in the guest room. In his single bed, his dick still caged in his Steelwerx. She had ridden his face, soaking him with her cum. She loved the fact that, only a few feet and a thin wall away, his wife was curled up on an uncomfortable sofa bed, trying to sleep, unaware of what was happening. Sam left Chris frustrated in his steel tube.
She felt no more guilt than a pretty young girl who snares a rich guy as her boyfriend would. If he were some Russian oligarch or New York hedge funder, Sam would spend his money and keep him happy, wouldn’t she ? The world wouldn’t frown. So why should people think any differently just because she was dating a kinky married couple with a nice house ? She’d spend their money and keep them both happy.
She lay in the dark, smiling, and drifted into a deep, contented sleep.
*** *** ***
Over the next two weeks, Chris was sucked into a vortex of subspace. His full balls screamed with frustration but he felt more and more hooked on his love for Laura and his lust for Sam. He had never felt remotely as sexually charged in his life before, but with no release for his pent up frenzy.
At work, he’d somehow managed to concentrate and impress his boss and colleagues. Sam had taken control of his and Laura’s joint bank account and finances. For some weird reason he wanted to impress her.
Finally, old man Lewis called him in and gave him the news. It was good. He was getting a 10% raise and a 20% bonus. Surely Sam would reward him now ?
*** *** ***
Chris was tied spread-eagled on the single bed while Laura tantalised his erection. Sam had instructed her to give him a meagre slow hand job as his reward for “improving the family finances.”
Chris was naked but for a velvet blindfold over his eyes. He couldn’t see Laura’s cunt as she hovered above his head, facing his feet. He was whimpering with excitement, moaning in disappointment whenever her languid fingers pulled away. She teased, barely touching his throbbing vein.
Sam was stood in the doorway smiling, holding her phone in her hand, taking occasional photos. His raise and bonus were even better than she’d hoped. He deserved this paltry reward. Lewis Mitchell had rewarded him. Now it was important for her to incentivise her staff too.
She winked at Laura to start again, slowly building up the rhythm. Laura’s manual skills were improving all the time. Every afternoon, Laura gave Sam massages, manicures, pedicures, and all kinds of sexual pleasure. Her endless bicep curls and wrist raises had given her the strength and stamina of a fulltime spa therapist.
Sam nodded and motioned her hand up and down, signalling to Laura to lower her cunt onto her husband’s mouth. It had been several days since Laura had cum. She had become addicted to the huge toe-curling climaxes she enjoyed since becoming submissive to Sam. But like any dealer with an addict on the hook, Sam was starting to increase the price of her fix.
Sam’s eyes twinkled with amusement as Laura smeared her wet gash back and forwards over Chris’s nose and tongue. They had all come so far in such a short time, but there was so much further to go. Laura’s fingernails toyed fleetingly with her husband’s pulsing erection, barely making contact. It was drooling pre-cum that shone in a translucent puddle on his bald groin. He could wait a while yet. They had plenty of time. There was, after all, a plan.
She waved her hand up and Laura stopped teasing Chris. Sam curled her finger and then put it to her lips, gesturing Laura to follow her quietly out of the room. They left Chris to his thoughts and sexual famine.
“Good girl.” Sam patted Laura on the back when they were downstairs in the living room. “I’ll pop up and keep an eye on him shortly.”
Sam pulled the Velcro straps out from under a cushion and patted the bench. Laura smiled nervously. Bondage sessions were always intense but they often ended with mind blowing orgasms. The bench was a sturdy, low table, covered in fabric. Laura’s head and hips extended over the end but the bench supported her back and bottom. Sam expertly fastened her wrists and ankles to the wooden legs of the bench. Then, smiling down, she eased Laura’s bent knees apart and used a single long cord to lash them in a V, pulling the rope tight under the bench. Finally, she tied a thick black velvet blindfold over Laura’s eyes. Blindness magnifies all the other senses.
Sam relaxed. She had them exactly where she needed them; both tied up and separated, Chris upstairs and Laura down with her. She poured herself a glass of red wine and fired up her I-pod. The opening magnificence of ‘O Fortuna’ flooded the room. Carl Orff’s ‘Carmina Burana’ was one of Sam’s favourites. Pop music was great for dancing and aerobics but classical or jazz were best for sex.
She unlocked the top drawer of the desk and slid it open. It contained many of her new ‘toys’; cuffs, clips, crops, gags, plugs and more. All purchased with Chris and Laura’s savings. But pride of place went to three magnificent vibrators; one was large, another had a strap-on harness and was even larger. But the middle one was largest of all.
Sam’s new toy, that she used herself was the first of the three. It was a bright pink waterproof rabbit, thick, long but comfortable. Laura had already spent many hours between Sam’s legs using it to bring her off numerous times.
But Sam had never even tried the third and largest. It had only just arrived in an unmarked package from an overseas online store. It was over-sized, black and downright ugly, with plastic veins and a huge ridge where it was ‘circumsized’. The same company sold fake ‘forearms’ for fisting and plastic coke cans and bottles, but this was the largest item in their entire catalogue.
Sam sipped her Merlot and admired it. There was a handle section that housed the twin battery pack and then exactly 12 inches of penis length to be inserted, making the entire vibrator 16 inches long, like a black police truncheon.
As impressive was the width. It was 2 inches wide along the shaft, flaring out to 2.5 inches in diameter at its bulbous crown, plus another 0.5 inch of ridge of circumcised ‘foreskin’, making it 3 inches at its maximum girth.
As well as the battery pack, the handle housed a trigger and a cartridge that could be filled with fluid. In the tip of the penis there was a hole and the trigger released a copious liquid discharge into the cunt at a suitable time.
And it was time for Laura’s inexperienced, under-utilized 27 year old cunt to start widening its horizons, so to speak !
*** *** ***
Laura squealed like a stuck pig.
She breathed in and out in rushed, manic gulps. She had only ever had Chris’s penis inside her. She had no means of comparison but she thought her husband was quite well endowed. He never hurt her, not even at the beginning, but he filled her nicely.
She heard Sam’s amused voice in her ear and felt a wet tongue by the blindfold, licking her lobe.
“That’s not even half of it, my dear. But be brave. I’ve taken it all, so you can.”
“Naaah.”
“Sssh !”
She felt Sam’s fingers again, right on her clit. Right there ! She gasped in pleasure-pain, trying to stretch her thighs wider, although she felt as if they were spread flat already. A sharp fingernail robed the entrance to her bottom.
“Ple ... aaaagh.”
She screamed as she felt the plastic intrusion thrust about another mile up inside her. It was ripping, shredding her female parts into pieces.
“Quiet now.” Sam’s taunting voice was sharp. “A baby will come through this gap one day. And this thing is much smaller than a newborn baby.”
“No ... please !”
And then Laura heard the doorbell ring.
“Ah ! Bang on time. That will be your audience.”
*** *** ***
Chris heard the doorbell. He lay there, blindfolded, his wife’s dried juices on his face, still erect, hoping the two women would return.
Minutes later – two, five, ten, he wasn’t sure – he suddenly felt the shock of the lightest touch on his erection. It bounced in response. He gasped.
Somebody was in the room. He could sense movement. He breathed in, trying to scent who it was. Sam ? Or Laura ? The intruder stood by his head.
The was the lightest rustle and then he groaned as a hot splat landed down his penis shaft. A plastic ruler or something caning his hardness.
“Grrrmmm.” He exhaled in shock and pain.
Sam’s voice was even crisper and more authoritative than usual.
“I want this hard. Exercise it. Up !”
Chris used the muscle in the base of his shaft to tighten his erection.
“Now down.”
He relaxed, until a second fiery stroke lashed along his length.
“Aaaahh.”
Sam sniffed unsympathetically. “Up ! And down !”
He followed her voice, tightening, relaxing, in rhythm, training his cock. A minute or so passed as she stood there in silence. He could sense her watching him as he concentrated on his penile work out.
“Wait here.” He heard her say, as she left him. “It’s time to party.”
*** *** ***
By the time that Sam got downstairs, Tim and his two mates were gathered round Laura, easing the vibrator yet another inch or so up her cunt. They had brought round Tim’s DVD camera on a tripod.
Laura was struggling, her muscles and sinews taut, her veins sticking out. The men were grinning, chuckling, eyes bright. Laura’s mouth babbled quietly, too scared and submissive to scream, but begging them for mercy.
“Pull it out, guys. It’s obviously too big for her yet.”
Laura whimpered with relief. Sam knelt down by Laura’s ear.
“As you can’t handle a big fake one, it’s time for a real one instead.”
Laura’s head turned. Although she couldn’t see, she was staring at Sam through the blindfold. Her mouth opened and shut in silent eloquence.
Tim was ready in moments. He shucked off his track pants and plunged his cock in place of the enormous vibrator that he’d pulled out. The other two guys gathered round and fondled Laura’s big tits, thumbing her dark nipples.
“Please ...” Laura gasped.
“Don’t be silly.” Sam said into her ear. “You’ve been wanting this for ages. I know you have. You’ve sucked this cock before so now take it up your cunt.”
The visible, bottom half of Laura’s face froze; her mouth hung open, nostrils flared, jaw set. Several seconds passed. And then, suddenly, just as Sam knew it would, her expression changed. Her mouth inhaled excitedly, neck arched, giving in to her response.
If Laura could have seen the other two men, she’d have been less thrilled. Sam sniggered to herself. Tim was a good looking guy, but Laura’s next two lovers had been handpicked. Ginge, a pasty faced redhead, and Cole, a fat bald black guy. But cock is cock and Laura couldn’t see the rear carriages of the train she was about to haul. She bucked and snorted like a rodeo filly and, quickly built to an embarrassingly shrill orgasm.
Tim matched her timing and dumped his load unceremoniously inside her. After he clambered off, at first Sam wasn’t even sure that Laura realised that a different man had replaced him. Ginge plunged into her sodden cunt easily and quickly, shoving her knees as far apart as he could. But his breath was full of burger and onions and he insisted on kissing Laura’s mouth where it poked out under the blindfold. Laura twisted her head from side to side in a token gesture of resistance to a new cock.
Sam shuddered. Ginge was a nice enough bloke but the idea of sex with him ...yuk. She checked the DVD camera on its tripod. The red recording light glowed. One day, in the not too distant future, Laura and Chris could witness this special moment together. Proof that good looks aren’t necessary for a guy to partner the right kind of slut.
A slut to fuck.
Sam adjusted the lens to get a close up of Ginge’s freckled and acne-scarred face. He winked back his watery blue eyes and gave a yellow-toothed grin. Sam had hung out with Ginge’s older brother who was her age. But Ginge was three years younger and only 20. She doubted he’d got much sex in his life so far.
She leaned into Laura’s ear. “Don’t worry. They’re clean.”
Ginge grunted a staccato series of “ugh .. ugh .. ugh” noises and added his bitter cocktail to the mix inside Laura’s cunt. Everybody applauded.
Unlike Ginge, Cole took his time. All three guys squatted down and pulled opened Laura’s puffy labia, fingering the creamy stream oozing out.
“Hey man, that’s one messy pussy you guys left me.” Cole moaned.
His accent was recognisably Caribbean. He shucked down his over-sized jeans. Cole was a mini cab driver, mid-forties, big bellied and divorced.
Laura’s head turned to Sam and her mouth opened wide. ‘No’, she whispered.
Sam frowned. “Yes ? Do you have anything to say ?”
Cole began taking up position, his big palms on Laura’s knees. An undeniable aroma of marijuana and sweat made Sam sniff.
“Please ...” Laura murmured.
“What ?”
“Not ... he’s ...”
“Yes.” Sam replied soothingly. “He is. He’s a good friend of mine too. I hope you’re not a racist, as well as a slut ?”
Cole took his time, chuckling, very slowly easing his meat inside Laura’s soaking cunt, making her feel every inch.
“Aaah ...”
Sam couldn’t tell if the wailing sound was excitement or anguish.
Not that it mattered now. She picked up the camera and focused tight on Laura’s blindfolded face, taking proof of the lack of resistance, the acceptance, the slow arch of her neck in response to Cole’s thrusting hips.
Sam smiled inwardly and thought of Chris upstairs, maybe still flexing his cock, training it. She looked around the room. At Tim and Ginge, swigging bottles of beer, leering at the action. At Cole’s big sweaty frame, humping away.
And finally, at Laura. Such a cute slut. Her dark hair was mussed and tied in the blindfold, her pretty green eyes were covered. But her head was turned towards Sam, her lips open, Cole’s dark face licking her neck. Her big tits were pressed flat under him and her knees were high, as she readied herself to accept a third load inside her.
Yes, at last, the scene was set !
END OF PART ONE
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