LYNNE: CHAPTER 9. SHOWING OFF THE NEW LYNNE.
" Put her in here." Kelly said as she opened the door to what could only
be described as a dungeon. The two men threw me onto a thick bed of
straw in the corner behind the door. Kelly never said anything as the
three of them left and she closed the door behind them.
I lay there for a while catching my breath and collecting my thoughts. I
should have known better than to try to sneak off like that to pursue
my own pleasure without permission. And I realised that all this was just
the start of my punishment for being a selfish little slut.
I knew I just had to lie there and wait to be punished. Although I
Lynne put the pen down and looked out the window. It was dark outside.
She'd been writing for hours and had lost all track of time as she relived
what had happened to her through her words in the diary. But something
had interrupted her, a noise.
" What are you doing Lynne ?" Her husband's voice startled her and she
spun around to face him.
" You're back."
" Yeah, but there are plenty of Roo's that didn't make it home this week."
As she looked at her husband she realised that she had hardly given him
a moments thought through all that had happened this last week. Three
weeks ago, her whole life revolved around him, but she wasn't sure what
part he would play in her life from now on.
" The blokes are here, get us some beers and fix us something to eat."
" Yes Sir." Lynne said obediently, as she had been instructed to. From
now on she was to address all men as Sir or Master and all women as
Miss or Mistress. Failure to do so would put her ultimate goal at risk.
" What do you want me to wear Sir? "
" What you've got on will do for now but put some makeup on and fix
your hair. We'll be in the lounge room."
The red silk robe wasn't all that short, it ended about three inches above
her knees. But she was completely naked underneath it. She could
present herself to them in a much more appealing way, and it would
only take a few minutes. But if this is how her husband wanted her
dressed to serve his friends, then that's what she would wear.
She went into the bathroom and quickly brushed her hair, applied a
touch of makeup and more than a few squirts of Lou Lou perfume. She
looked at herself in the mirror as she opened the front of her robe to
expose of bit of cleavage.
The four men were siting on the large L shaped lounge as Lynne walked
past them to the bar in the corner of the lounge room. She grabbed four
stubbies of V.B. from the bar fridge, and walked back to hand them to
the men.
" In glasses for fuck sake Lynne." Her husband snapped at her.
" I'm sorry. I'll only be a minute." She could feel the eyes of the four men
on her as she scurried back behind the bar. She quickly grabbed four
glass beer mugs off a shelf on the mirror tiled wall behind the bar.
She had her back to them as she twisted the tops off the stubbies and
poured their drinks, but she could see them in the mirrored tiles. They
were all staring at her. They were talking, and although she couldn't hear
what they were saying, she knew they were talking about her.
She placed the mugs on a woven cane tray and carried them out to her
husband and his mates. Her breasts swayed inside her robe as she lent
forward and served each of them their drink. They all enjoyed the view
behind the gap in Lynne's robe as they took their mugs off the tray, all
except her husband. He didn't bother looking.
" I thought I'd order some pizzas if that's ok Sir. There isn't really..... "
" Anything would be better than your fucking cooking Lynne." Her
husband interrupted. The other men laughed nervously. They weren't
used to him treating Lynne like this, or to Lynne's submissive behaviour.
She went back to the bar, opened four more stubbies and the front
of her robe a bit more then went back to top up their drinks. Her breasts
almost fell out of her robe each time she lent over to fill up one of the
mugs.
She was leaning over topping up one of the men's drinks when she
heard her husband say.
" I think the boys would like something to nibble on Lynne. Got any
ideas."
" See anything you like ?" She asked the man she was serving.
Their laughter was less nervous this time. But none of them said
anything. She poured some pretzels and chips into two bowls, loosened
her robe some more and walked over to the lounge.
The men could see the nipple on her left breast when she lent forward
now. Even her husband looked this time, and he smiled approvingly
when he saw how hard and swollen her nipple was.
She ordered the pizzas and continued serving them drinks but they
seemed to lose interest in her and in looking at her breasts. Lynne
wished that her robe was shorter so that they could see that she had no
panties on. She'd found a number of excuses to bend over in front of
them as served them, but she knew they couldn't see all the way up the
back of her robe.
She served them the pizza's from the boxes and kept filling up their
mugs for another hour or so. In between serving their drinks and food
she was fetching them napkins and plates and putting on music, wiping
spilt beer off the coffee table, and picking up pieces of pizza off the floor.
Her husband referred to her in increasingly crude and degrading terms
as the night went on and the drinks went down. He started calling her
bitch instead of Lynne when he wanted something. Bitch soon became
slut, which soon became whore which eventually became cunt.
The others started calling her bitch, once or twice one of them called
her slut, but to her disappointment none of them would call her cunt.
They'd had seven or eight beers each and were talking louder and
swearing more with each drink. She was pouring a drink for one of them
when he said.
" Make sure you give me enough head Lynne." Their laughter was more
boisterous now.
" You'll get all the head you want whenever my slut of a wife is around
mate." Her husband said loudly.
The more they drank, the more comments they made about her. None
of their little remarks were particularly clever or funny, although the men
thought they were. Lynne was just happy that they were talking about
her, taking notice of her.
One of them flicked his coaster off the coffee table and said. " Pick that
up for me Bitch." When she stood in front of him and bent over to
pick up the coaster he said. " You've got a nice smile Lynne."
The men burst into laughter again, and Lynne stayed bent over a lot
longer than she needed to as she enjoyed their laughter. Then eventually
she stood up and put the coaster back on the table and said.
" Is there anything else I can do for you ?"
" I can think of a couple of things smiley." He said setting off another
round of laughter.
" Excuse me Sir." She said to her husband." I'll have to get some more
beer from the fridge in the kitchen. Her husband didn't look at her or
say anything, he just waved her away with his hand.
She stacked the tray with stubbies of Carlton Crown and walked back
into the loungeroom. She was on her knees, restocking the bar fridge
when she heard her husband. He was telling them how she was always
playing with herself and some of the methods she used to get herself off.
" Hey cunt, get your fat arse over here."
She smiled when she heard his voice. He wanted to embarrass and
degrade her in front of his mates some more and she liked the thought
of it. She opened the front of her robe even further, and walked over and
stood in front of her husband.
" I was just telling the boys what a fucking little slut you are."
Lynne smiled at her husbands friends, the beer had really loosened them
up now, and they were enjoying the way she let her husband treat her.
" Tell them what you have to do if you want to masturbate Lynne."
" I have to ask you for permission to masturbate ." Lynne said looking at
her husband. Then she made eye contact with each of the other men.
" I love playing with myself, I'd do it three or four times a day if I was
allowed, but I'm not. If I want to masturbate when he's at work, I have to
ring him up and ask him, if he's away, like he has been all week, I just
have to wait."
" If you ask nicely, I'll let you masturbate now Cunt. ?"
Lynne was already wet, and she could feel herself getting even wetter
talking like this in front of these men she'd known for so long. And she
knew that showing people what she was, what she had become, was an
important step in reaching her ultimate goal. Especially showing people
who knew her.
People who knew her as the old Lynne had to be shown what sort of
woman the new Lynne was. She was totally committed to the new life the
blonde woman had offered her and she wanted to show people just what
sort of woman she had become. And her husband's mates were a good
place to start.
" Please Sir, can I masturbate, can I play with myself."
She smiled as her husband nodded his approval. None of the other men
made a sound or moved in their seat. They just sat there watching,
amazed at what was happening.
" Thank you Sir." Lynne said as she slowly ran her hands over her thighs
and up over her stomach. She looked at the other men as she cupped
her breasts in her hands. Her nipples were stiff and she closed her eyes
enjoying the sensation as she squeezed them hard through the soft
material.
One hand slid down her stomach and undid the robe. It fell open giving
the men a good view of her large breasts and shaved vagina. She looked
into their eyes as she licked the middle finger of her right hand and
moved her feet wider apart.
" I'm so wet." She purred.
" You're always wet." Her husband retorted sarcastically. " And your
bald little pussy is dripping wet now after prancing around here all night
in that skimpy little robe flashing your tits and arse at anybody that will
look. Isn't it little slut?"
" Yes Sir it is." She moaned softly as her finger found her clitoris.
" I was thinking." Her husband said to his friends who were sitting there
staring at his wife as she masturbated. " That stripper we were going to
hire for Mick's buck show tomorrow night is going to cost three hundred
dollars. Lynne would do it for nothing. I know Lynne's nowhere near as
young and attractive as that stripper, but all the blokes will be three
quarters pissed anyway."
Lynne's breathing grew heavier as she soaked up the humiliation of her
husbands words, and the act of playing with herself in front of his
friends.
" You'd like to be Mick's stripper wouldn't you Cunt."
" Yes I would." She panted. " I'd love to be Mick's little slut stripper."
Lynne looked at the faces of her husbands friends as they watched her
masturbating. Stephen was a nice bloke, big and blonde. She'd always
liked him, but had never been particularly attracted to him. His big
blue eyes met hers and he quickly looked back down between her legs. It
was just like Stephen to be embarrassed by what she was doing. But he
still stayed and watched her.
Darren was the one she'd always had a thing for. Young, short dark hair,
as sexy a man as she'd ever met. He smiled at her when their eyes
met, and she moaned softly, her head slumping forward from the
pleasure his smile gave her. When she looked back at him, his eyes too
were fixed on the wet patch between her legs as she rubbed herself.
Ross was the one she didn't like. He was a slob and a borderline
alcoholic. And although he thought of himself as one of god's gifts to
women, he was not an attractive man.
She felt her first twinge of embarrassment when her eyes met his. He
had a lecherous smile on his face which showed off his nicotine stained
teeth. She forced herself to smile back at him and watched his eyes
move back to where the attention of the others was focused. Her bald
wet pussy with her finger sliding in and out of it.
" Do any of you want to fuck her?" Lynne's husband asked as if asking
if they wanted another drink or some more pizza. They all shook their
heads sheepishly.
" What about a blow job. She gives great blow jobs. "
Again the three men shook their heads.
" No takers Lynne. You're going to have to lose some weight off that fat
arse of yours if you want to be a slutty little stripper or your audiences
will keep walking out on you."
" I'm sorry." Lynne gasped. " I'll try to look better next time. I promise
I'll try and loose..."
" Shut the fuck up and get your robe off so they can get a good look at
you."
Lynne slid the robe off her shoulders and flung it away. Her fingers
wasting no time getting back to her swollen clitoris and nipples.
" She's not that bad really I suppose." Her husband continued his
commentary about her body. " Her stomach's still pretty flat, and her
thighs aren't big like a lot of women her age. But she could loose a few
pounds off her arse. Couldn't you Cunt. ?"
" Yes Sir. I have got a bit of a fat arse. I'm sorry. I'll try harder to look
better. "
" But at least she hasn't got any cellulite on her arse or thighs. I wouldn't
have let her take her robe off if she did. Turn around so they can see."
Lynne turned slowly so her husbands friends could see every part of her.
But she kept playing with herself as she did.
" But you must admit, she's got great tits." He leaned over and spun her
around to face them again and grabbed the nipple on her left breast.
" And look how big her nipples are."
" What about my clitoris Sir ? You've always said I've got a really big clit."
" Yes you have Cunt. Show them how big it is."
She moved the hand that had been squeezing her nipple down to her
pussy and pulled her lips apart to show her husband's friends how big
her clitoris is.
Her husband was right, Lynne did have an unusually large clitoris. When
it was swollen as it was now, it poked out from between her legs like
a little penis. Her husband's friends obviously agreed.
Lynne had been on the brink of orgasm several times and pulling her
lips apart to show them her big clit left her desperate to cum.
" May I make myself cum now please Sir." She panted. Her husband let
her words and his wife hanging for a few moments before saying.
" Well no body wants to fuck you so you may as well."
" Thank you Sir." She said and quickly licked her fingers a few times
and started rubbing herself hard.
" Can I lie on the floor please Sir."
She was close now, but having an orgasm standing up is not as
pleasurable for her as it is lying down and her husband knew it. That's
why he said no.
" Tell us when you're going to cum Lynne." He said, almost sarcastically.
as he watched his friends watching his wife.
" Almost." She gasped. " I'm almost there."
Lynne's hand was almost a blur as she rubbed herself faster the closer
she got.
" It's coming....It's coming.....I'm cu..."
" Stop !" Her husband yelled and Lynne obeyed, groaning loudly as she
pulled her hand away from between her legs. Her face was flushed and
she was breathing heavily, a look of desperation filled her face.
" I think you should ask my guests if you can cum or not."
" Yes Sir I should." she panted. She felt light-headed as she turned to
each of the three men in turn.
" Can I cum please....Can I make myself cum now please...Please..."
They were as keen to see Lynne have an orgasm as she was desperate
to have one. Stephen nodded but wouldn't look at her face. Darren said
" Yes Bitch." And Ross said. " Yes slut you can cum for us."
" Thank you....Thank you..." Lynne said in a voice that was barely more
than a whisper. " They said I could cum Sir." She said looking back at her
husband. " They said I can make myself cum now."
" Ok Cunt. Get yourself off for then. "
Lynne's fingers buried themselves between her legs again.
" Arrh Yes." She moaned." It's coming....I'm nearly there...It's coming"
" Hang on a minute Cunt." Her husband yelled at her again. Lynne didn't
think she could hold it back this time. Her knees buckled and she
grabbed the coffee table to stop herself from falling to the floor.
" Oh Fuck..."
She had stopped touching herself as her husband had instructed, but
she thought she was going to cum anyway. He had told her to Hang on a
minute and she was only just hanging on.
" Would you like to do yourself with your vibrator Cunt. Would you like to
show them how you shove your big vibrator up yourself ?"
" Oh yes pleaseSir I would." Lynne suddenly had more control of herself.
Her orgasm would be much more intense with her vibrator. " I'd love to
show them how I fuck myself with my vibrator."
" I know you would, that's why I'm not going to let you use it."
Lynne's head slumped forward. Her husband was playing with her the
way the blonde woman did, and she loved it. He enjoyed showing off the
new Lynne, and she knew that this would only be the start of it.
She waited for permission to finish herself off with her fingers, but her
husband just stared at her, his face beaming. When she couldn't wait
any longer she said softly.
" May I continue masturbating with my hand now please Sir ? "
Her husband remained silent. She had to bite her lip to stop herself
from asking again. Eventually her husband said " Yes, you may."
Lynne let out a long almost pitiful moan.
" But if I say to stop again, and you cum anyway, I'll make you suck the
dog off. Do you understand ? "
" Yes Sir. I understand." She said unconvincingly. She understood what
he meant, but she knew she wouldn't be able to stop herself from
cumming next time.
She had a vision of herself lying on the floor in the laundry giving the
big Rottweiler a head job. She flung her head back trying to shake the
vision from her mind. Her husband and the Blonde Woman knew how
effective their threats of making her do things with dogs were. And they
used the threats well.
Lynne moved her right hand back between her legs slowly, warily. She
knew once she started touching herself again there would be no stopping
this time. She knew if he said to stop again, she would end up on the
floor in the laundry sucking off the dog.
She licked the fingers on her right hand and slid them down her stomach
towards her bald wet pussy. She'd been giddy and weak in the legs
since her husband had made her stop the second time. The fear of what
she might have to do in the laundry only made it worse.
" You can only use your left hand cunt." The fog started to lift from her
mind as she heard what her husband had said. " Put your right hand
behind your back. If you touch yourself with your right hand, you've got
yourself a date in the laundry with the dog. Do you understand."
She looked at his three friends again. They were like pubescent boys
who had snuck into an R rated movie the way they looked at her.
Her head fell back with a huge smile on her face and she let out a noise
that resembled laughter.
She was floating in a cocktail of emotions and physical sensations. The
pleasure of being humiliated in front these men that she knew, the
fear of having to satisfy the dog, the frustration of being offered and then
denied her vibrator, and now the frustration of only being allowed to use
her left hand mixed with the physical sensations that grabbed at her
body from between her legs.
As she stood there soaking up all the delicious sensations she realised
how right she had been to choose to become a slut.
Suddenly the fear of servicing the dog became part of the pleasure that
consumed her body and would soon take control of it. Lynne's right hand
slapped against her back as she did as she had been told and she
grabbed herself between the legs with her left hand.
Her fingers groped around in her wet flesh as she tried to part her lips
and get at her clitoris. But she couldn't get the fingers on her left hand to
do what she wanted them to do. The wet folds of her pussy lips kept
slipping from her fingers.
" Oh Fuck !" She yelled through gritted teeth as her lips slipped from her
fingers again. She closed her eyes as her hand fumbled around between
her legs. She spread her legs wide, bent herself at the knees slightly and
leant back in a desperate attempt to get at herself better. She almost
lost her balance and had to move her legs closer together.
" Can I lie on the floor please Sir." She pleaded with her husband but
he ignored her.
She wiped her hand on her stomach hoping to dry her fingers enough
so she could touch herself the way she needed to. " Ah Yes ! " She
moaned softly as she was finally able to part her lips with the index and
ring fingers of her left hand. She buried the two fingers deeper into the
wet folds of her swollen pussy lips, making sure they couldn't slip from
her grasp again.
Her clitoris was exposed now, and her middle finger hovered above it.
" Oh Yes." She gasped again in relief at finally getting her fingers to do
what she wanted.
" Can I kneel on the floor please Sir ? " She knew how pathetic she must
have looked and sounded, and it sent a rush of pleasure through her
body, but her husband ignored her again.
She looked at the faces of the men watching her, and groaned as she
pushed the finger hard against her clitoris. She looked at Darren and
started rubbing and shaking the hand that was impaled between her
legs. She stumbled as she lost her balance slightly.
" Can I lean against the wall please Sir." She begged her husband, but
yet again he ignored her.
She whined in frustration and looked back at Darren as her body started
thrusting and shaking itself against her fingers as she tried frantically to
rub herself faster.
Her breathing grew heavier and louder as she got herself closer and
closer to the orgasm her body so desperately craved. She felt it building
inside her. She was panting wildly when her husband spoke.
Her head spun in his direction. She hadn't heard what he'd said. But
she didn't care anymore. She couldn't stop, if she had to suck the dog
off, then she would. But she had to cum.
" It's cumming...It's cumming...It's cumming.." She chanted. " Now....
Now...I'm cumming......."
Her words became noises as she came. Her body was bucking wildly as
she thrust herself against her hand faster and faster. She threw her
head back hard and grunted and moaned and squealed like an animal
as each wave of her orgasm ripped through her body.
She had been looking into Darren's eye's when her orgasm hit and his
eyes were the first thing she saw as her orgasm started to slowly subside
and she returned to a level of consciousness
She was rubbing herself hard through the last moments of pleasure
as her husband pulled her hand away and said.
" Alright we've seen enough ."
Her head slumped forward and she whimpered loudly as she felt her
orgasm fade away a lot earlier than it should have.
" Get us some beers and start cleaning this fucking mess up."
" Yes Sir." She answered breathlessly as she staggered over to pick up
her robe. Small ripples of pleasure were still running up her body from
between her legs.
Her hand was covered with her juices and she used her robe as a towel
to wipe her hands before she put it back on. Her body still ached from
being denied those last moments of pleasure. It wouldn't take much to
make her cum again.
She was in a daze as she staggered toward the bar, but she wasn't
alone. Stephen, Darren and Ross sat on the lounge in stunned silence.
They had never seen anything like what Lynne had just done in front
of them. They'd seen strippers stick beer bottles and conduit bends up
themselves. They'd seen them fuck each other with strap on dildoes.
But they'd never seen a show like the one Lynne had put on for them.
They'd seen their wives and girlfriends have orgasms, they'd seen
whore's screaming and moaning as they faked orgasm. But they'd never
seen a woman have an orgasm as intense and all consuming as the
orgasm they had just watched Lynne give herself.
She was jolted into a higher level of consciousness when she heard her
husband's voice close behind her.
" You didn't hear what I said just before you climaxed, did you Lynne ?"
" No Sir." She stuttered, afraid to turn around, afraid to look at him.
" You fucking look at me when I'm talking to you Cunt !" He said angrily
as he grabbed her hair and pulled her towards him.
" You don't know whether you have to do the dog or not, do you Lynne."
He had a smug almost depraved smile on his face.
" No Sir I don't" She whimpered. He laughed at her and turned and
walked away.
The fear of having to do it had started to swell in the pit of her stomach.
But the anxiety, the feeling of dread from not knowing her fate was even
worse.
She tried to fight off the vision of herself lying on the floor in the laundry
with the big Rottweiler, but the vision kept returning, more graphic, more
disgusting each time.
Stephen, Darren and Ross all lived within walking distance, and two of
them left without saying much almost as soon as Lynne had climaxed.
But she hadn't noticed until she returned to the lounge shakily holding
the tray with the stubbies on it.
Her husband and Ross sat on the lounge drinking their beer, discussing
the noises she made when she came as she started cleaning up the
mess the men had made.
" It's more of a loud whine and a squeal......" She heard her husband say
as the two men tried to find the right words to describe the noises she
made when she came.
" I'm fucked if I know." Ross said. " But I've never heard a woman make
noises like that. She sounds more like some sort of wild animal than a
woman."
" Lynne's more of a fucking wild animal than a woman mate." They both
looked at her and laughed.
Lynne was wiping the coffee table with a wet cloth when she heard Ross
say to her husband.
" Listen mate, now that the others have gone, is that offer to fuck her
still open?"
" Sure." Her husband said. " Take her into the bedroom and fuck the
arse off the little slut."
Lynne pretended not to hear. She wanted to fuck Darren, even Stephen
would be alright. But she really didn't want to fuck Ross.
" Lynne, Ross wants to fuck you." She looked up at her husband and
forced herself to smile and then to say.
" I was hoping he would." She looked at Ross who had that sickly
smirk on his face again. " I've wanted to fuck you for ages. I often think
about you when I masturbate. I was watching you the whole time I was
cumming......"
" Get your fat arse in the bedroom Lynne he wants to fuck you not have a
conversation with you." Her husband said cutting her off.
Ross enjoyed the way her husband spoke to Lynne, but not as much as
Lynne did. She walked over to him and gently took his hand in hers as he
staggered to his feet.
" You sure this is ok mate." Ross said hesitantly. " I mean, we've been
mates for a long time and she is your wife...."
" Yeah mate but you're thinking of Lynne as a normal wife like Debbie.
There's a big difference between a wife like yours and the slut of a thing
I got stuck with."
" Yeah I know that, but...."
" Look mate if you don't fuck her, she'll just sneak out later and find
some other bloke to fuck her."
Lynne stroked Ross's hand with her thumb as she listened to them
compare her to Ross's wife.
" She won't say anything to Debbie will she ?"
" No way. She knows what I'd do to her if she did. And besides, she
knows you wouldn't be able to come around and fuck her anymore if
she did."
Lynne felt Ross relax, the last comment had cleared his mind of any
last doubts he had as to whether he should fuck her or not.
" Do you want to fuck me now Sir ?" Lynne asked softly. Ross looked at
her with a confused expression on his face. She squealed as her
husband grabbed her roughly by the hair and pulled her face close to
his.
" Don't call him Sir." He whispered. " He doesn't understand the
significance of it, and he wants to hear you call his name."
" I know you've waited a long time for Ross to fuck you Lynne." He said
loudly this time. " But he'll fuck you when he's ready. Understand ? "
" Yes Sir." She said through the pain as her husband pulled on her hair.
" I'm sorry Ross. I'm sorry for being such an impatient little slut. I...."
She yelped as her husband pushed her away. " Don't expect too much
Ross." Her husband said as she led Ross toward the bedroom. " Despite
all her experience, she's a pretty dud fuck."
Lynne didn't expect Ross to be the sort of man who was big on foreplay,
and she was right. When she asked him how he wanted her he said.
" On your back with your legs open."
Lynne did as she was told, she took of her robe and positioned herself
on the bed the way he wanted her. Ross pulled his Shooters Party T-shirt
off, undid his belt and knelt up on the bed between her legs.
He pulled his jeans and underpants down just far enough to get his cock
out. It was already hard, he grabbed hold of it, pushed it against Lynne's
pussy until he found her opening, and shoved it inside her.
He moved around positioning himself on top of her. He put an arm
either side of her head to support himself, and started fucking her.
As she lay there with his cock sliding in and out of her Lynne thought
about all the times Ross had tried to come onto her. The mere thought
had always repulsed her.
She remembered one time at a BBQ, Ross was drunk and had been
trying to chat her up all night. As the night wore on and Ross got drunker
he cornered her on the Patio and tried to grope her. His hands were all
over her as she fought him off. All this happened as a dozen other people
including his wife Debbie watched on in embarrassment.
Stephen had had to come over and drag him off her. Lynne knew that
if they had been alone he would have raped her.
Debbie had walked over to her later and said. " I wish you would let him
fuck you Lynne. Then I wouldn't have to fuck him when we get home."
Debbie wouldn't have to worry about doing her wifely duties with Ross
tonight.
Lynne's mind had wandered off, but her attention suddenly returned to
the man she was having sex with as Ross groaned loudly and squirted
his cum inside her.
He gave one last deep thrust, then pulled his cock out of her and rolled
onto the bed beside her. He was breathing heavily, Lynne ran her fingers
through the hair on his chest and licked the beads of sweat off his
cheeks.
" Did you like that ?" He asked, sounding pleased with himself. Lynne
nearly laughed.
" You know I did." She whispered as she nibbled on his ear.
" Then get me hard again and I'll give you some more."
" Mmmm, Yes Please." Lynne said as she started licking her way down
his hairy chest and stomach till her face was level with his cock. It was
soft, and covered with his cum and her juices, she licked it a few times
and sucked it into her mouth.
She hadn't taken much notice of how big it was when he fucked her. It
had all happened so quickly, and she was surprised at just how well
endowed Ross was.
" You like my big cock, don't you ?"
" Mmmmmm, I love your big cock. I love it inside me. I love to suck on it"
He wasn't as big as Desmond or Tony, but she had to agree with him, he
did have a very big cock, and he was still soft.
" But having a big cock is one thing Ross, knowing what to do with it is
another." Lynne said to herself.
Lynne knew that with all that he'd had to drink getting him hard again
and getting him off again so soon wasn't going to be easy. She could be
stuck in the bedroom sucking on his cock for hours,
Just the thought of it was enough to make her suck his cock harder and
faster. Lynne was relieved when she felt it start to swell in her mouth.
She pulled his jeans and underpants down a bit further and started
licking his balls. She felt the way his body reacted, he liked having his
balls licked.
She started jerking him off with her hand as she kept licking and sucking
on his balls. His cock grew stiff and hard in her hand.
" Go and grab me a beer before I do you again Lynne."
" Jesus you're a fucking pig." Lynne said to herself.
" Yeah sure Ross, don't go anywhere I'll be right back. You've made me
all wet again and you said you'd fuck me again remember."
" Having fun ?" Her husband asked as she walked past the loungeroom.
Lynne stopped and faced him." Yes Sir we are." She answered politely.
" He's hung like a horse isn't he. I'd love to see the look on your face if
he decides to fuck you up the arse."
Lynne was caught off guard for a moment. The thought that he might
want to fuck her up the arse hadn't occurred to her. His cock was too big
too thick for her to take it up the arse.
" May I go now Sir ? He wants a beer before he fucks me again." Her
husband nodded his approval and she scurried off to the kitchen.
She was thinking about how much it would hurt if Ross decided to fuck
her up the arse as she got a stubby from the fridge and twisted the top
off.
It wasn't just the size of his cock he was so rough. She knew he wouldn't
give her any time to adjust to his size, he'd just stick it up her. And who
knows how long it would take him to cum again so soon and after all
he'd had to drink.
Then she thought about the man attached to the cock. Ross was a
missionary position and blow job man. He really wasn't the kind of man
who would be into anal sex.
By the time she was walking past the loungeroom again she wasn't
concerned about Ross wanting to fuck her up there.
" Maybe I'll suggest it to him." Her husband said as he appeared in front
of her. He startled her at first, but she quickly composed herself and
stood in front of him submissively.
" Whatever pleases you Sir."
He saw the look in her eyes and an evil smile spread over his face.
" Yes, I think I will."
" May I go now please Sir, he's waiting for me." Lynne almost ran down
to the bedroom after being given permission to go. She wanted to get
Ross off again before her husband suggested he do her up the rear.
Ross was lying on the bed with his jeans and underpants around his
thighs and his big cock lying across his leg. He was soft again.
" Hey Rossco." Her husband yelled as he walked into the room. Lynne
was lying beside Ross on the bed with his big soft cock in her mouth
doing all that she could to get him hard again as quickly as she could.
" Why don't you fuck her up her arse. That's her favourite."
" Yeah well it's not mine mate." Ross said as he downed half the stubbie
Lynne had fetched for him.
" Tell him how much you like it up the arse Lynne."
Lynne knew that anal sex with this pig of a man would be an excruciating
experience. But she was going to have to do her best to talk him into
doing just that to her.
She slid his semi erect cock out of her mouth and looked into his
bloodshot eyes.
" I really love it up the arse. I'd really love your cock up my arse Ross.
It's so big." She squeezed it as she spoke. " And you'll love it. I've got a
really tight little arse hole. Please Ross. Let me get you hard again and
you can fuck me up my little arse hole with your big cock."
His cock had grown hard in her hand as she spoke, he liked the idea.
" Just get me hard again and we'll see." He said smugly as he took
another swig on the stubbie. He really did think she'd enjoyed fucking
him, he really believed she wanted his ugly cock up her arse.
" Get me another beer bitch." Ross said as he threw the empty bottle
on the bed beside her.
" Sure Ross. Don't go anywhere, I'll be right back so you can stick this big
cock of yours up my arse." She kissed his cock as she spoke and then
excused herself as she walked around her husband.
Ross was soft again by the time she returned. She handed him the beer
and crawled back onto the bed until her face was level with his cock
again.
Lynne watched her husband out of the corner of her eye as she lifted
Ross's cock up off his stomach. He was uncircumcised and the head had
shrunk behind his foreskin. She flicked her tongue through the folds of
his foreskin and licked the head and eye of his soft cock.
" I need a piss." Ross said as he pushed Lynne out of the way and stood
up.
"Lynne will help you Ross, she likes holding men's cocks while they take
a piss."
Lynne's head spun towards her husband, but she couldn't stop herself
from smiling at him. She loved being degraded and humiliated in such
imaginative ways.
" You're fucking joking." Ross said as he pulled up his under pants and
jeans and did up his zipper and belt,
" Why did you put your pants back on Ross. I thought you were going to
have a piss and then do Lynne up the arse?"
Ross looked down at his jeans. " I don't fucking know." He laughed.
" Because you're drunk and you're a dickhead." Lynne said to herself.
" Can I please hold your cock for you while you take a piss Ross. Please."
Lynne pleaded.
" Yeah....alright I suppose...."
" Thanks Ross." She said like an excited little girl. She kissed him on the
cheek and took his hand in hers and led him towards the bathroom.
" The blokes at work are never going to believe this." Ross mumbled as
Lynne knelt down on the tiles.
" Just send them around." Lynne said. " They'll believe everything you tell
them by the time they leave."
She undid his zipper and put her hand in through the opening of his fly.
Her hand fumbled around inside his underpants finally managing to get
his big soft cock under the elastic on the leg of his underpants and
through the opening of his fly. She took it in her hand and pointed it at
the bowl.
" Whenever you're ready Ross." She said excitedly.
Her eyes moved from his cock to his face and then back to his cock
when she heard the sound.
Ross felt uncomfortable as Lynne held his cock while he pissed. To her
surprise, Lynne felt her pussy getting very wet very quickly.
" Oh God. You are a disgusting little slut." Lynne said to herself as she
watched. When he was finished she put his cock back in his underpants.
" Do you want to watch me take a piss Ross ?" She asked as she knelt
in front of him looking up at him.
" No I fucking don't you queer bitch. Just get your fat arse back in the
bedroom."
" Whatever you want Ross." Lynne said as she followed him back into
the bedroom. Her husband was gone but the door was still open. She
knew he was out there in the dark somewhere watching them, listening
to them.
" Are you going to fuck me up the arse now Ross ?"
" I dunno. Just get me hard again."
Lynne could feel Ross's disgust with her. He'd wanted to fuck her for so
long, now that he had her and could do whatever he wanted with her he
wasn't enjoying her as much as he thought he would.
When he'd fantasised about fucking Lynne he'd imagined her as a
normal woman like Debbie or the other women he'd had sex with over
the years. But there was nothing normal about Lynne. Even the
prostitutes he'd paid to fuck were more normal than her.
Like all men Ross had dreamed of having a dirty little slut to play with.
Now that he had one at his disposal, he didn't really know what to do
with her.
Lynne knelt on the floor in front of him undid his belt and fly and pulled
his jeans and underpants down to his knees. His cock was hanging
straight down over his balls and she opened her mouth wide and pushed
her head up from between his legs and his cock fell into her mouth.
She flicked his foreskin with her tongue, there was a bitter almost sour
taste that wasn't her juices or his cum. She lifted his cock up and was
licking his balls when her husband walked in.
" Here's another stubbie for you Rossco."
" Thanks mate."
" Lynne's into all sorts of weird stuff Ross. Aren't you Lynne."
" If you spend some more time with me Ross, I can show you just what
a kinky little slut I am." Lynne said as she licked his balls.
" Why don't you have her for a weekend Ross. Take her to a cheap motel
somewhere. We'll tell Debbie you and I are going fishing."
" I'll pay for the motel." Lynne said. " I'd love to spend a weekend with
you and your big cock Ross."
" I gotta be honest with you mate." Ross said between gulps on the
stubbie. " Lynne's too fucking cheap and weird for me." He looked down
at Lynne as she knelt on the floor licking his balls and sucking his cock.
" Don't get me wrong mate I know she's your wife and I enjoyed fucking
her, and I want to do her again. But that'll be enough for me. Debbie's
a better fuck anyway."
" Debbie's a better everything mate." Lynne's husband said casually.
" You can't compare a classy woman like Debbie to slut like Lynne.
Anyway enjoy yourself Ross. And make sure you do her up the arse, She
goes right off."
Lynne knew one reason her husband had kept interrupting them was to
make it more difficult for her to get Ross hard again and it had worked.
She'd been sucking and licking on his cock and balls for ten minutes but
he was still soft.
Lynne smiled to herself as she reached down between her legs and
started playing with herself.
" Oh God Ross." She panted. " You make me so wet, you turn me on so
much. And your cock is so big I could cum just looking at it." She jerked
off his cock with one hand and played with herself with the other as she
looked up at him.
" Sucking your big cock makes me want to cum Ross. You make me want
cum Ross. Oh God you're so fucking hot you're going to make me cum."
Lynne felt his cock grow stiff and hard in her hand as she faked an
orgasm. She didn't put much effort into it. She doubted Ross had ever
given a woman a real orgasm. She wondered how much effort Debbie
put into faking it with Ross.
His cock was fully erect now and she couldn't wrap her fingers all the
way around it. " Are you going to do me up the arse now Ross?"
" Yeah alright."
" Thanks Ross." Lynne said sounding excited but knowing how much it
was going to hurt. She started to move to her bedside table where she
kept her KY. " I'll just lube myself up for you."
" Fuck that." Ross said. " Just get up on the fucking bed."
Lynne hadn't considered that Ross would not allow her to use some
lubricant. But what they did and how they did it was up to him. For now
she was his little slut and she'd do whatever he said. But she realised
that it was going to hurt even more than she had feared.
She got up on the bed on all fours and stuck her arse up in the air for
him. She felt his rough hands on the soft skin of her buttocks, then she
felt his cock between the cheeks of her arse, then the head of his
big cock was pushing against her tight little arsehole.
" Oh God Ross Yes. Stick your big cock up my arse."
Her words gave him a rush and she grunted in pain as he tried to force
his cock inside her. She felt him moving around behind her trying to find
a position that allowed him to enter her.
" This is no fucking good." he whined.
" Let me help you." Lynne said." Let me help you get it inside me."
She reached down between her legs, grabbed his cock and guided it
towards her arsehole. " There.....now push it in slowly."
Lynne felt her arsehole stretch as he pushed the head of his cock inside
her. " Oh Fuck." She screamed in pain and a surprising amount of
pleasure.
Ross was sliding the head in and out and she could feel herself opening
up for him. With each thrust a little more of his cock slid inside her.
" Oh My God." She yelled and buried her head into the mattress and
grabbed hold of the doona with her hands as her head rocked back and
forth.
" Oh Fuck it's inside me." She panted. " It's up my arse. Oh Fuck Ross
your big cock is up my arse." She wasn't faking anything this time.
After that all Lynne could do was pant and grunt and chant.
" Oh Fuck Yes...Oh Fuck Yes......."
She couldn't wait any longer, she reached down between her legs
rubbed her clitoris and came.
Ross had never seen a woman thrash around and scream and swear
and yell out the way Lynne did as wave after wave of pain and pleasure
seared through her body.
The things Lynne did and said and the noises she made pushed Ross
over the edge and he came. But Lynne was lost in the intensity of her
own orgasm. She didn't feel him ejaculate inside her. She didn't notice
him stop and slump over her.
Lynne didn't know what was going on around her. She didn't know what
she was doing or saying. It felt like her orgasm was never going to let
go of her body. But gradually the force of her orgasm did begin to
weaken and she could hear herself.
" Fuck Your Little Slut Up The Arse Ross... Thank you Ross...Thank you.."
Just a few weeks ago the thought of Ross even brushing against her as
he walked passed repulsed her. Now she was writhing around on her
bed screaming out his name as he fucked her up the arse. Thanking him
over and over for doing it to her. So much had changed in just a few
weeks.
Ripples of pleasure were still running through her body when Ross pulled
his cock out of her. She yelped and fell onto the bed, still rubbing herself
between the legs, still panting " Thank You Ross." over and over.
She looked up at the man she used to refer to as " The Pig." and said.
" That was fucking incredible Ross. You're fucking incredible Ross."
Ross had never seen a woman in a sexual frenzy the way Lynne was.
No woman had ever called out his name with such unbridled passion
and no woman had shown such fawning almost pathetic gratitude the
way Lynne did.
She still had a wild look in her eyes. " Oh God I Love Your Big Cock."
She lunged at him and devoured his cock."Let me make you cum again."
She pleaded. " Let me make you cum in my mouth."
Ross had grown hard again watching her and listening to the things she
said. Listening to the way she thanked him over and over for what he
had done to her. But there was no way he could cum again.
" No I've had enough." He said as he pushed her away. But she crawled
straight back over to him, grabbed his cock and started licking his balls.
" I said I've had enough." Again he pushed her away, and again she
crawled straight back over to him. Ross knew he couldn't cum again,
not three times in one night, but he didn't want her to know that.
" Please." She begged him as she ran her tongue all over his cock and
balls. " I can make you cum again. I want you to cum in my mouth. I
want to taste your cum. Please."
" Yeah alright" he said reluctantly."But I'm getting bored with you Lynne"
He added, pre-empting his excuse for not being able to cum again.
" Thank you Ross." She sounded almost pitiful as she thanked him over
and over again. She threw herself onto the floor at his feet and sucked
on his cock while she tried to pull his jeans and underpants down further
He shoved her away and she landed heavily on her back. But she still
had that wild look in her eyes, she was still rubbing herself between the
legs.
" You are a fucking slut." He said with disdain as he pulled his jeans
and underpants off and threw them at her.
" Yes I am Ross. I'm a dirty little slut. I'm your dirty little slut."
" Well, come on then slut." He said as he lay down on the bed.
Lynne had his cock back in her mouth before she was back on the bed
with him. She positioned herself between his legs and licked and sucked
on his balls and his cock like a wild thing. It felt good, it looked good, but
he knew he wouldn't be able to cum again. And it would be her fault.
After a while he'd grab her by the hair and throw her onto the floor again.
He'd tell her what a useless little slut she was. How he was bored with
her already. He'd tell her how her fat arse turned him off. He'd tell her
how much nicer his wife's arse was, how he always came at least two
or three times when he fucked his wife, and he'd been fucking her for
nearly twenty years.
Lynne took his cock out of her mouth and started jerking him off with
her hand while she cupped his balls in her other hand and lifted them up
so she could lick the sensitive skin underneath. Then she stabbed his
arsehole with her tongue.
" Holy Shit !" Ross yelled. " What the fuck are you doing.."
Lynne flicked her tongue over his arsehole again and felt his body stiffen.
" OH Shit." He cried out.
Lynne's tongue licked and poked and pushed against his arsehole and
she felt his cock grow even harder in her hand and she jerked him off
faster and faster.
He groaned loudly when she slid her tongue up his arse, and kept
groaning as she moved it around inside him. The faster she moved her
tongue the louder he groaned the heavier his breathing became, and
the faster she jerked him off with her hand.
The first squirt of his cum shot into the air and landed on his stomach,
the second spurted onto Lynnes face, but she had her lips wrapped
around his cock in time for the rest of his cum to fill her mouth.
She sucked every drop out of him, and kept sucking until he grabbed
her hair and pulled her away. She picked herself up and knelt between
his legs again and proudly opened her mouth to show him it was still
filled with his cum.
She closed her eyes as she felt it slide down her throat. She wiped the
cum off her face and licked it off her fingers. She spotted the little
puddle of cum on his stomach and hungrily licked it up.
" Let me clean your cock for you." She panted. Ross didn't have the
strength to push her away again. He'd had too much beer and too much
Lynne. He drifted off to sleep while Lynne cleaned his cock with her
tongue.
" You haven't killed him have you ?" Her husband said as he walked into
the room. Lynne smiled at him as she continued cleaning Ross's cock.
" Can you feel his cum seeping out of your cunt and your arsehole?"
" Yes Sir." Lynne said closing her eyes to concentrate her mind on
those parts of her body.
" And you can you taste his cum in your mouth ?"
" Yes Sir." She said licking her lips.
" You're not to have a shower tonight. You're not to clean your teeth
or rinse your mouth tonight. I want you to taste and feel his cum in all
your holes all night. Get up."
He grabbed her robe off the floor and wiped her between the legs with it
then threw it at her and said." Put this on. You have a visitor."
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