Getting The Contract 2/3
By Scorpio00155(c)
"What is the next stake my friends?" Ghupta grinned at his companions
around the table.
They seemed to be split between fucking Jean and sucking her pussy, in
the end they made their decision by drawing two cards, licking her out
won. As the cards were shuffled Jean sat under the table recovering,
occasionally our eyes would meet briefly and I was stunned to see an
almost wild look of excitement in her eyes. This gradually faded as she
recovered, but I knew at that moment that it would not be long before
my wife was climaxing under the attentions of these men, whether she
wanted it or not!
"Jean seems to be enjoying herself." Wellswood laughed as he took his
hand from my shoulder.
I saw Jean's head jerk up at his words and I knew that she had heard
what had been said, the blush on her cheeks grew redder as she became
angry, nevertheless, she crawled out from under the table when told to
do so. She stood watching the game being played to see who would lick
her pussy first, despite everything that had happened I was stunned by
my wife's beauty as she stood there awaiting further humiliation. My
eyes were drawn to the men at the table when one of them gave a laugh
of triumph, this time it was one of the two white men that had won,
without even looking he waved Jean over to him while sliding his chair
away from the table. She went to him, though I could still see a hint
of excitement in Jean's eyes there was also a look of determination and
I guessed that she was going to do all she could not to climax for
these men, but I knew she would fail, and I wondered how that failure
would affect her.
Standing in front of the man Jean waited for him to decide what was to
come next, smiling he reached forward to slide a hand through one of
the slits of the dress, and though his actions were hidden by the
fabric it took no stretch of imagination to guess that he was fingering
Jean's pussy. Whether he was pushing fingers into her or just teasing
her clitoris his actions started to push Jean up the slope of
excitement. At one point I saw my wife biting her lip as though holding
back sounds of pleasure, sounds she knew would be a final total
submission to her humiliation by these men and I could tell she was
determined not to give them that pleasure. After a few minutes Jean was
squirming and the light of rising excitement was unmistakably clear in
her eyes, the man grinned as he felt her slight body movements.
"Didn't take long to get you ready," he laughed at Jean, "hmm, what a
nice wet cunt you have young lady, I bet it earns you a fortune. Well,
down to more important matter, hitch that dress up."
Complying Jean folded the front section of the dress up until it lay in
a loose roll about her waist with the dangling top still in the way,
frowning I saw my wife mulling over the problem until she found a
solution that worked. Having folded the lower front of her dress up to
her waist she used what had been the halter ties to tie both the upper
and lower parts of the dress out of the way, this exposed her pussy to
all and sundry, which was of course the point of the exercise. He
looked at my wife's exposed sex and frowned.
"Damn!" he cursed, "I hate hair on cunts."
"Not to worry Nick," Ethel laughed as she rose from the arm of my
chair "We can soon fix that."
With no further ado the woman led Jean out of the room, I rose to
follow, but a headshake from Wellswood from the other side of the room
held me in place. Feeling totally helpless I sat looking around the
room and wondering how these people could condone what was happening,
somewhere close behind me a conversation was going on and I focussed on
it as best I could. Though I couldn't make out everything that was said
I heard enough to gather that the five men at the card table were a
regular group, I heard one of the people talking refer to them as 'the
breakers' though I was unsure what was meant by this nickname. About
ten minutes later Ethel led Jean back into the room, Jean's dress was
still tied about her waist with only the rear section of it hanging
down to form a backdrop for her stocking encased legs and her pussy;
her naked pussy! Jean's skin still glowed from having had her pubic
hair shaved.
"Much better." The man Ethel had called Nick commented with a
grin, "Bring her over here."
Ethel took Jean over to where this Nick sat then returned to perch on
the arm of my chair, the man smiled and reached up to stroke Jean's
bare pussy, his fingers sliding along her slit then pushing into her.
"Dear me," Nick mock sighed, "where did all that wetness go? No matter,
I'll soon have you all wet my dear."
As he spoke he was finger-fucking Jean with slow steady strokes, his
other hand came up to her pubic mound and I saw him rubbing at my
wife's clit. Jean stood motionless while he fingered her, in glimpses I
saw the slow rise of excitement in her eyes and the longer he fondled
her pussy the higher her excitement rose. At some undefined point Nick
decided that Jean was ready for him, taking his hands from her pussy he
put them at her waist, firmly he pushed her back towards the table
until the edge pressed against her lower buttocks. Without a word he
raised a hand to Jean's chest and pushed, there was no mistaking what
he wanted and Jean obediently let herself lie back on the table, as she
laid back Nick grasped her legs and raised them until they came onto
his shoulders. He leant forward and my view was blocked by his head as
it covered Jean's pubic area, not that there was any doubt about what
he was doing. Once again my cock was rock hard as I watched this man
licking and sucking at my wife's pussy while her legs hung lewdly down
his back, her high heels almost slipping from her feet.
Beside me Ethel moved, a glance told me that she was trying to get a
better view of what was happening and I decided that I had to see too,
rising from my chair I slowly moved around the until I could partially
see the man's mouth clamped to Jean's pussy. By the movement of his
jaws he was licking at her pussy for all he was worth, no doubt digging
his tongue in to lick out her juices. Looking along Jean's body I saw
that she was starting to feel the affects of this man's mouth; her
breasts, though partially flattened against her chest were started to
rise and fall at a faster rate, their flesh gently wobbling in time to
her breathing. I looked at her face and saw that she had her eyes
closed, her lower lip was caught between her teeth as though to hold
back any utterance of the pleasure she must surely be feeling. Ethel
was suddenly leaning against me, I looked at her and she grinned,
flicked out her tongue then chuckled, I felt disgusted and thrilled as
I turned my attention back to what was happening with Jean. Once again
I had lost track of time in the excitement of the moment, but it looked
as though Nick was eventually going to achieve his aim of getting Jean
to climax; Jean's breathing was heavy and uneven, her breasts now
bouncing and quivering on her chest as he drove her up the scale of
excitement.
"Okay man," the black man suddenly broke the spell, "time's up, pass
her this way."
Nick sat back with a sigh, I could see his lips and chin glistening
with my wife's juices as he pushed her legs from his shoulders so
abruptly that she nearly slid off the table. Drawing deep breaths Jean
stood up and walked slowly around the table to the black man, he had
already slid his chair back and was waiting for her to stand in front
of him. I noticed that my wife took the longest way around the table to
get to the man, I hid a smile at the knowledge that she was doing her
best to calm down before having to face another pussy licking. As she
stopped directly in front of the black man I felt a tug at my sleeve,
looking at Ethel I saw her tilt her head to indicate that we should
move to get a better view once again. Half following Ethel and half
watching Jean I shuffled around the table until I almost bumped into
Ethel, from the point we had stopped I could see the man's black
fingers sliding in my wife's pussy almost forcefully, his knuckles
crushing against her outer lips with each thrust.
"You got her cunt good and wet Nick," the black man grinned, "thanks."
"My pleasure Errol." Nick laughed.
He was joined in his laughter by the other men at the table and by some
of those who were standing close enough to hear the banter. Errol gave
a loud guffaw then pushed Jean towards the table, this time she knew
what was expected of her and simply stepped backwards, lay on the table
and raised her legs so that the man could slide his shoulders under
them. Once again my view was mostly blocked by a head as it lowered to
Jean's bare mound, however, Errol didn't keep his mouth clamped to
Jean's pussy as Nick had done. His technique was to suck at her oozing
hole for a few moments, no doubt thrusting his tongue into her to lap
at the flowing juices, then he would move back to slide his tongue up
and down her slit; each time he licked along her slit I was able to see
the action of his tongue. As his tongue reached her clit Errol would
swirl his tongue over and around it and it wasn't long before this
started to get to my wife. All her lip biting and eye screwing couldn't
hide the fact that this man was gradually pushing her closer to a
climax with each movement of his tongue, I think he would actually have
succeeded if he hadn't sat back to give a grin of triumph when Jean
made a soft gasping sound. That brief pause allowed her to regain
control of herself for the moment, though I have no idea how she could
have done so; it was only for a brief moment though, soon afterwards I
heard another gasp escape her clenched lips, but for Errol it was too
late.
"Okay Errol pass her this way." The other white man laughed.
"Damn!" Errol exclaimed as he sat back, "Okay Walter, she's all yours."
Once again Jean slid off the table to walk over to the next man and
once again I noted the way she took the longest route at the slowest
pace in order to recover her composure.
"Silly girl." Ethel laughed softly beside me, "If Walter doesn't make
her cum Alid definitely will."
Alid had to be the second Asian, the man with the tiny cock, looking at
the man I wondered just what it was that made Ethel so sure that he
could make Jean climax. I put that question aside for the moment to
watch the man called Walter take his turn at my wife's pussy, though I
could immediately tell that his chances of making Jean climax were
practically zero. This man licked and lapped with no rhythm at all, one
moment he would be licking along her slit the next he would be kissing
her pubic mound. I could see by Jean's breathing that not only was he
not adding to her excitement but that she was actually recovering a
little from Errol's attentions. When Walter's time was up Jean was
almost calm and certainly seemed unlikely to climax in the near future.
"Now comes the fun!" Ethel chuckled and nudging me in the ribs.
For some reason this woman was acting as though I were one of the other
guests rather than the poor bastard whose wife was being used as a sex
toy, it occurred to me that she may think that I was by now excited
enough to not care what was happening to Jean. I suppose a part of me
did feel that way, but I also felt guilt about getting so turned on so
much, and anger at having been put in this position, humiliation at
being helpless to stop what was being done to Jean and lastly I felt
jealous; jealous that my wife of seven years was allowed these men to
do things to her that she had always refused to me. Although it may
sound as though our sex life was dull it was, in truth, very far from
being so, it was just that up to now there were certain things that
Jean would not do. I was so lost in these thoughts that I almost
forgot where I was and what was happening.
With a start I looked at the table just in time to see the Asian that
had been referred to as Alid leaning Jean back on the table, her legs
raised and sliding over his shoulders to dangle down his back. He
hadn't wasted a moment in getting her into position on the table,
unlike those before him he had not fingered her pussy first. Having had
no pre-stimulation Jean seemed calm and relaxed almost as though
confident that having made it through three of the men without
climaxing she would manage the last two with ease. At that point I
would have bet money on her being correct in her thinking, especially
when her eyes turned to look at me for a moment and I saw her grin
almost victoriously at me.
Then it was as though things went into slow motion, Alid grasped Jean's
thighs firmly, I could see his fingers pressing tightly into her flesh
leaving red marks behind as he shifted his grip. Jean winced at this,
but made no effort to escape the obvious pain she was feeling, instead
she leant her head up to look down her body at the man as he lowered
his head towards her pussy. Suddenly her eyes went wide as though in
surprise and following her gaze a quiet curse burst from my lips. Alid
may have had almost no cock, but he more than made up for that with his
tongue, his lips were still almost three inches from Jean's pussy yet
the tip of his tongue was sliding slowly down the length of her slit.
In moments he was probing her hole with that tongue, pursing his lips
and holding it straight he was actually fucking Jean with it and Jean
was once again biting her lips and closing her eyes tightly in an
effort to fight the stimulation Alid was giving her. Towards the end of
his turn Errol had made Jean gasp, Alid draw a gasp from her clenched
lips within a few moments of licking her for the first time. Unlike
Errol the man Alid did not pause to gloat, instead he moved faster, his
tongue pushing in and out of her pussy, his lips kissing her moist pink
inner flesh each time he thrust into her. There was no doubt that this
man was an expert when it came to using his mouth on a woman and I
suddenly understood Ethel's earlier comments about him. It must have
been about half way through whatever time period the men had agreed on
when I saw Jean starting to tense, her fists balled and her head began
to move slowly from side to side as though in denial of the sensation
that were pushing her to the edge of orgasm.
"Damn it Alid," Errol laughed loudly, "stop toying with her and make
the bitch cum!"
Toying with her! If what Alid was doing was merely toying then I
dreaded to think what his 'serious' mouthing would do, and I think this
thought was going through Jean's mind as well as I could see her
desperately trying to fight back the rising tide of excitement that was
filling her. Alid did not pause to even acknowledge Errol's comment,
but he did seem to step up a gear; now his tongue was twisting and
curling as it thrust into her pussy hole and for long moments he
pressed his lips tight to her. I can only imagine that his tongue was
delving into Jean's depths, twisting and flicking at her G spot, what I
could see was the result of whatever he was doing when he pressed close
to her. Each time Jean would give a gasp and eventually those gasps
became groans of pleasure; her head began to thrash from side to side
and I saw her knuckles whiten as she grasped at the edge of the table.
Then just short of the point that his time would be up Alid licked his
way to Jean's clit and nipped at it with is teeth before once again
trusting his tongue into her pussy.
"That did it." I dimly heard Ethel laugh through the pounding of my
excited blood in my ears.
That had certainly done it, that last action had pushed Jean over the
edge and now her body was arching as she cried out her pleasure for the
whole room to hear. Nor did that end it, Alid's time was certainly up,
he could have sat back in satisfaction at having made her climax, and
this was what I thought he was going to do, but instead he carried
right on with an even greater fervour.
"Since I do not demean myself in this manner," Ghupta was
commenting, "I have sold him my time."
"Oh?" Walter asked, "And what did you get out of the bargain."
"You know my pleasure." Ghupta laughed over the rising sound of my
wife's cries.
"Yeah and a right perverted sod you are too." Walter laughed.
Throughout this byplay Alid had continued his oral assault on my wife,
and having got her to climax he now managed to keep her climaxing, his
mouth and tongue actions pushing her higher up the orgasmic scale with
each passing minute. I saw Errol lean over the table and whisper
something to my wife, when he got no response he tried again and this
time I saw Jean nod her head weakly. Errol went to say something else,
but Jean suddenly hit another orgasmic peak and he had to wait a moment
for her to come down. He said something and Jean nodded again; Errol
spoke a little more firmly, but still in tones too low for me to hear
over Jean's sounds of pleasure.
"Yes," Jean suddenly gasped out, "I love it!"
I didn't know whether she was stating fact or just saying what was
expected of her, but her shaking body, clenching fists, vocal cries and
her pushing of her lower body tighter to Alid's mouth certainly gave
the impression that she spoke the truth; she was loving it! Though my
balls were so tight with excitement they ached and my cock was
quivering with arousal I felt inadequate, at no time had Jean made such
comments with me. I looked away, but even then I could hear Jean's
cries of bliss as Alid drove her through another climax, I only looked
back again when I heard one of the men call 'time's up Alid'. Alid sat
back, as he did so Jean's legs slid off his shoulders, he pushed her
legs away from him and I stared at my wife lying on the table, her
chest heaving, which made her breasts bounce and her legs spread wide
and dangling off the table.
"This is taking too long, best to fuck her while she's still hot in my
opinion." Errol commented, "Let's just cut the cards to see who fucks
her in what order."
The others were in agreement with this and they each drew a card, the
instant grin on Errol's face told me who had won 'first fuck', though
Jean, who was still lying with her legs spread and lost in pleasure was
unaware of what was to come next. She was not ignorant for long, this
time Errol moved to her, grinning like a madman he moved between her
parted legs and pressed his nine inch tool at the entrance to her pussy.
"Do you want this?" Errol asked Jean.
She hesitated, gulped then nodded and I wondered if she was just
playing along or whether she really wanted his cock in her. I was
seeing my wife in a new light and though I tried to suppress the
thought the word 'slut' sprang to mind.
"I didn't hear you answer." Errol said firmly, "If you want this cock
in your cunt you have to ask nicely for it. Now, do you want it?"
"Yes," Jean gasped up at him, "yes I want your cock in my cunt."
Errol laughed and pressed his hips forwards and I saw the cap and the
first inch of his shaft part my wife's pussy lips then push into her
hole. I'd expected the man to push home all the way, but instead he
stopped with only those two inches or so inside her, it was as though
he was waiting for something from Jean. After a few moments of his
stillness Jean tried to push her hips up off the table to slide her
pussy further onto his cock, but his hands leant on her hips and held
her still. Jean's expression became confused, though I had worked out
that Errol was waiting for her to beg for him to fuck her, waiting for
her to demean herself even more. When my eyes met Jean's briefly I
could see they were filled with tears, but also with a wild sexual
excitement that demanded more of the pleasure she had started feeling
with Alid. Then her eyes widened and I knew that Jean had finally
worked out what Errol was waiting for.
"Please." She whispered up at him.
I had not heard the words, but I had seen her mouth it, but Errol
wanted none of this silent pleading, remaining still he looked down
into Jean's eyes and raised an eyebrow.
"Please," Jean sobbed out breathlessly, "please fuck me."
Errol's grin broadened and he fed another couple of inches of his cock
into Jean's pussy before stopping yet again. No sooner had he stopped
than Jean began begging him to fucking her again, this time her voice
was louder as though she didn't care who heard her humiliation as long
as she got his cock inside her. This time Errol didn't move to her
pleas and Jean cried out that she needed his cock, that she wanted to
be filled by him and that was what Errol had wanted to hear, it was as
though Jean had finally surrendered totally to him. With a loud laugh
Errol gave a sudden thrust of his hips and his cock shot into Jean's
pussy, her reaction was to give a loud cry of what sounded like pure
bliss and to arch her back. Moving his hands off her hips Errol started
to fuck Jean with long strokes, at the same time his hands went to her
tits to squeeze and tease at the heavy flesh and nipples. I felt dismay
when my wife started moving with the man, her hips thrusting up as
Errol pushed down into her pussy; yet I was still being turned on by
the sight of this black man fucking my wife and my cock throbbed for
release. Listening to Jean's cries of passion was almost too much for
me to bear, beside me Ethel was chuckling and calling out encouragement
to Errol and I almost turned and struck her in anger.
I couldn't bear to watch as Errol moved up a gear, his thrusts now so
hard that they made Jean's whole body jerk, yet I couldn't bear to not
watch; it was as though I was two people, the one that felt guilt,
shame and humiliation and the other that felt excited, thrilled and
eager to see more. More and more it was the voyeur part of me that was
in control, wide eyed I watched my wife fucking this black man who we
had not met before that night, watched her reacting to him in a way I
had never managed to get her to react. There was nothing loving about
what was happening, Errol was taking Jean and she was going wild with
excitement, and when Errol swore and pushed deep into her then held
still I knew that he was cumming, that he was filling her with his seed.
"Maybe I gave you a baby." Errol laughed a few minutes later as he
pulled his juice soaked cock from my wife's pussy.
Jean was too high on pleasure to have heard his words, but I sent up a
silent prayer of thanks that my wife was on the pill and unlikely to
fall pregnant, it was about the only saving grace in the situation. As
Errol moved away Ethel moved from my side and went between Jean's wide
spread legs, I stifled a gasp when the woman leant over and began to
suck and lick at Jean's pussy and this started Jean climaxing over
again. It seemed that an age passed before Ethel moved away from my
wife, licking her lips the woman looked at me and grinned then, with
one last glance at Jean's pussy she moved back to my side.
"I do love the taste of spunk from another woman's cunt." Ethel grinned
at me.
Almost as soon as Ethel had moved away the man Nick was between my
wife's legs, without pausing he thrust his cock into her and started to
fuck her at a furious pace. Already high from the experiences with
Errol and Ethel my wife went straight into an orgasm that seemed to
last all the time Nick was fucking her. When Nick had finished Ethel
moved in again to clean the sticky white juices from Jean's pussy, and
as soon as Ethel moved away Walter took his place between Jean's legs.
"I did say that Jean seemed to be enjoying herself." Wellswood's voice
sounded behind me suddenly.
He was beaming when I looked at him over my shoulder, I hated the man
for what was happening, even more so because of how I had seen my wife
reacting with these strangers. I can't deny it, I felt jealous that
they could pleasure my wife better than I had ever managed to and I
think Wellswood knew this, at least his next comment seemed to indicate
that he knew.
"Not many men can pleasure a woman the way those boys can." He said
with a nod towards the table where my wife was being fucked, "Kind of
humbling wouldn't you say?"
I didn't answer, but he didn't seem to care one way or another if I
responded and as he moved off to circulate among his guests I felt
disgusted at myself for not making some sort of token comment to him,
even a simple 'fuck you' would have been better than meek silence.
Ethel moving again snapped my attention back to the events at the
table, sure enough Walter had climaxed and moved away from Jean and
Ethel went through her clean-up routine I looked at the two Asians
wondering which of them would take Jean next. It was Alid of the small
dick that stepped between her legs, to be honest I don't think Jean
even noticed his cock was in her pussy, but the added action of his
fingers at her clit kept her in the throes of climax until he too
filled her with his seed. Without pause Ethel moved in to the lick my
wife's pussy clean then stepped back and blew me a kiss, frowning back
at her I let my eyes move to the last of the five men who was already
moving to take his place between Jean's legs.
Jean lay quivering and panting on the table, her legs hanging limply
towards the floor as Ghupta stood looking down at her, his face held a
look of anticipation. When Jean eventually looked up to see him in
position to take her her eyes went wide, it was this look of shock that
Ghupta had been waiting for, grasping Jean around the waist he pushed
his huge cock at her pussy. I saw my wife's pussy dimple inwards as the
massive cap tried to force it's way into her, then it burst past the
resistance and Jean gave a loud cry of sheer ecstasy, a cry that grew
even louder as his whole eleven inches thrust into her in one hard
motion. Ghupta fucked Jean hard, his body crashing down on hers with
each thrust and Jean's cries hit a peak, her whole body arched as she
gave out a near scream of bliss, then her cries began to fade to weak
groan and squeaks. Now I finally understood why these five men were
called 'the breakers', no matter how determined their victim may be to
fight the pleasure they instilled in them the five men had individual
skills that, combined, would crumble any resistance. Ghupta had not
climaxed though and as Jean's cries and movements became weaker he
seemed to carry on tirelessly. I was puzzled when Wellswood went over
to Ghupta, his body blocked my view for a moment then he was moving
away, for a moment I followed his progress across the room then turned
my attention back to the scene at the card table in time to see the man
pulling his massive organ from my wife's pussy.
Continued in Part 3
