“Lunchtime,” Jack said happily as he forced the big enema on the beautiful, beaten housewife. “Drink up all your liquid refreshment like a good girl and I might even give you a little more protein.”
Rachel flushed with shame. Her stomach was cramping as the cold toilet water filled her shitchute. There was an uncomfortable swelling feeling inside her. Her flat little tummy was pulling out a little under the heavy load of dirty water. Blasts of pain shot through her sultry body, making her squirm weakly under the firm boot Jack had planted against the back of her neck. Rachel shivered from the cold of the water that filled her. It felt as though her internal organs were being pushed aside by the rushing water. The enema hurt her terribly, and the chilling cold and the awful feeling of being filled too full, but there as also something pleasurable about the constant swirling of water up inside her. Rachel wiggled her lush ass from side to side, and her cunt began to squirm with excitement.
“You like it, don’t you?” Jack asked with a laugh, crushing Rachel’s face even harder against the floor. “You like getting your nasty asshole all washed out with water, don’t you?”
Rachel couldn’t bring herself to answer.
“Tell me!” Jack shouted, bringing his foot up to kick Rachel viciously in her stomach. The three quarts of filthy water gurgled and shifted inside her, the pain and shock almost knocking her unconscious. “Tell me that you’re getting all hot and bothered!”
“Oh Jack,” Rachel whispered. “You know it is. Anything you do. I’m so hot. Its killing me. Do something really nasty, Jack. Make me do matching really nasty.”
“Lick my boot, Mrs. Welch,” Jack said, rubbing the sole of the boot all over her face. “Shine my boots up and we’ll take things from there.”
“Ohhhhh, Jack!” Rachel cried. She nuzzled his filthy boot lovingly. “You treat me like such a whore!”
“You are a whore, Rachel,” Jack said as he squeezed the last of the three-quart enema up her numbed, cramped asshole. “You’re my whore. I’m going to make a lot of money off your sexy ass. Fuck, half the folks in this neighborhood have wanted to fuck you for as long as you’ve been here. Right now, you hold onto that enema until I say you can let it go. Understand, whore?”
“Yes, Jack,” Rachel whimpered, dragging her full, sexy lips over the side of his boot. “Yes.”
“Come on, Mrs. Welch,” Jack said, using the belt that bound her wrists together to lead her out of the bathroom. “Let’s go to your bedroom. It’s time for you to show me just how good you are.”
Rachel sniveled at the shame of following Jack out of the bathroom like an obedient dog. She shook with the pain of crawling with her bowels filled to bursting with the water from the toilet. The pain seemed to get worse with every move she made. She had to clamp her asshole tight to keep the water from gushing out, and already the muscles of her ass were shuddering from the strain of holding back the deluge.
Climbing up the stairs was the hardest part of all. Rachel slipped twice. Jack didn’t even break stride to wait for her to regain her footing. He pulled her up the stairs like a bag of old laundry. When they reached her bedroom, he dropped down on the edge of the bed and placed one of his boots against Rachel’s beautiful face.
“Lick them clean,” he said. “It’s been a long time since I got my boots shined, and I’ve never had them shined by a high-class slut half as sexy as you.”
Rachel trembled with humiliation, but her cunt clutched and leaked at Jack’s shameful words. His boots stank so badly that it was all Rachel could do to keep from vomiting. The pressure of the three quarts of toilet water in her asshole was so unbearable that she couldn’t keep her ass from wiggling.
The boot tasted the same way it smelled, so foul and base that Rachel knew the stains weren’t all mud. The sex slave housewife gagged at the first foul taste, but she kept her lips and tongue moving across the leather. As she slurped at Jack’s boot, the tickling in her pussy became more and more demanding.
“You like that?” Jack asked, watching with keen excitement as Rachel licked the sole of his boot. Her pink tongue and full lips worked wetly against the filth that caked the leather. “That’s good, Mrs. Welch. A slave-slut should enjoy pleasing her master. I’m real happy you find your work so fulfilling.”
“I love it,” Rachel said shyly, slithering her tongue and dragging her lips all over his boot. “I’m getting so hot. My dear, pretty boy. You’ve turned me into such a filthy slut.”
Jack laughed at Rachel’s babbling. He pushed his other boot into her face and Rachel attacked the filthy leather with a vengeance. Her belt bound hands were between her legs, pulling at her swollen pussy-lips. Fresh cunt-cream glistened on her fingers and inner thighs. Her big sexy ass rotated in wide, sensuous circles. Jack rubbed his dirty boot all over her beautiful face, dirtying her perfect features with dark streaks of filth. Jack rubbed his other boot all over Rachel’s big, perfect tits. The housewife moaned with passion as he gently kicked her huge tits, as he dragged the pointed tips of his boots over her hard nipples. Then Jack kicked her creamy tits.
“Aggghhh!” Rachel screamed. Her control over her shitter failed for an instant, and a single stream of shit-colored water sprayed from her asshole. “Please don’t! Please don’t! Oh fuck, hurts so bad!”
Jack stuck his boots back in Rachel’s face and leaned over to take her tits in his hands. He squeezed the big, soft mounds until the sultry housewife was blubbering like a baby. He smashed the big tits together like clapping hands and jerked them out until they looked like two long, fleshy tubes. He pinched her nipples so hard that his fingernails turned white and Rachel moaned in incoherent agony.
“Take my boots off,” he said abruptly. “With your mouth.”
Rachel whimpered, but she went at the task with desperate eagerness, pitifully anxious to please him. She caught the zipper tabs at the sides of his boots with the tip of her tongue. She pulled the zippers down with her teeth, then caught the boot flaps in her mouth and tugged them off. Her jaw ached by the time she succeeded in pulling the second boot down.
“Now the socks, Mrs. Welch,” Jack said wearily, smearing his stinking feet all over Rachel’s upturned face. “Fuck, I’d think a mature lady like you would have it together. Do I have to explain every fucking thing?”
Rachel whimpered with disgust as she caught the sweaty toes of Jack’s left sock in her mouth and pulled it off. The sock stretched on his foot, then snapped into her face when it slipped free. Jack grabbed her by her chin and rubbed the sweaty sock all over her face before tossing it to the side. By the time Jack let her spit the second sock out of her mouth Rachel was burning with pleasure.
She licked and kissed Jack’s feet without waiting to be told. She fucked three fingers from each of her bound hands deep inside her swampy cunt. A tiny orgasm tickled through her body and Rachel moaned with ecstasy. Even the burning agony of holding the enema inside her felt like another kind of pleasure.
Rachel slithered her wet, pink tongue between Jack’s toes, licking away the filth and sweat which collected there. She sucked his toes between her lips one at a time, suckling them like tiny cocks, rolling her tongue over them. She ran her tongue like a paintbrush over the dirty soles of his feet, washing away every trace of filth.
Jack’s feet smelled as though he hadn’t washed them in months. Rachel washed them clean with her soft tongue and sweet lips, then dried them by wiping her face all over them. She pulled on her swollen cunt-lips and fucked six fingers into the clasping hole until cunt-slime poured down into her palms.
“Take my shirt off,” Jack said suddenly. “With your mouth.”
Rachel whined in frustration. She slithered up between Jack’s legs, dragging her mammoth tits over his rock-hard cock. Jack giggled at the sight of her belly, which had been swollen into a plump little mound by the quarts of toilet water he had pumped up her ass. He laughed even louder when he got a good look at the brutal way Rachel was yanking on her cunt-lips and spearing her fingers up inside her body. It looked like she wanted to tear her pussy-lips off and stab herself to death with her fingers.
Rachel played her tongue over the buttons of Jack’s shirt. Tears were running down her face, tears of pain from the strain of holding the enema and tears of sexual frustration. It seemed to take forever for her to slip the buttons open down the front of his shirt. Then she had to open the buttons on his shirt cuffs. Jack made her lick and suck his fingers before he let her open those. Rachel washed his hands with her tongue and lips until they were cleaner than they had been in months. After she teased the buttons open, she bit his collar and pulled his shirt down his arms.
“Lick your way down to my pants,” Jack said cruelly, grabbing Rachel’s big tits once more and smashing them flat against her trembling, sexy body. “You use that mouth so good, Rachel. Use it some more.”
Rachel was shaking. Drops of toilet water were squeezing out of her asshole. Pussy-cream, mixed with the clotted remnants of the four loads of jism that had been pumped inside her, slithered down her wrists.
She dipped her lips to his shoulder and nibbled her way across his broad chest. His chest wasn’t hairy at all. Rachel dragged her wet lips over his smooth skin, slipping her tongue out of her mouth to tease at his tiny nipples. She took each of the little spikes into her mouth and sucked them gently while Jack was grinding her nipples savagely between his powerful fingers. She licked her way across his ribcage and down his sides.
Jack made her nuzzle his hairy armpits, and Rachel gagged when he closed his muscular arm down over her head, trapping her face in the smelly cavity. She ran her tongue over the patches of sweaty hair under each arm. She kissed the cavity and sucked the hair gently into her mouth, tugging at it softly with her teeth. By the time Jack let her travel back down his sides, his armpits smelled fresh and Rachel felt as though she had tongue-washed a basket of jockstraps.
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