His cock shot upright and proud like a rocket. She could see the effects of the Viagra on the normally potent man. His veins bulging the cock rigid as possible his foreskin drawn back in a painful yawn as his skin tightened to the limit.
The talon fingers of Madison were caressing the bulbous head forming a fist, gently wanking down his shaft.
In only a matter of minutes the couple had been plunged into a shocking crazy half-life. It was mid afternoon kids playing on the street the sun beaming through gaps in the drapes. But in this room the walls felt as black and as claustrophobic as a pit.
Mr B put his hand on Nicole’s shoulder and for the first time since meeting she felt sternness in his actions as he pushed her down against the backrest.
“Sit and watch,” he said calmly then placed the box on the coffee table and slowly undid the ribbon.
Across from her Madison slowly ever so slowly held her husbands cock. Nicole could see it throbbing in her grip her hand teasing back his foreskin Carl groaning but unable or unwilling to move
“Oh Carl,” She groaned, Nicole wanting him to help her, and stop letting that witch touch him.
The waif housewife felt like her vision was turning to a white tunnel then opening then closing. She realized she was drugged but felt confused like it was a dream. The beak nosed man was slowly opening the box then he turned it on its head the items dropping onto the coffee table almost in slow motion. The thuds of the impact deadened by her dulled senses.
There was a tube of Vaseline and fat black banana shaped dildo with hip straps
As it hit the table with a long heavy thud Madison giggled in delight.
There was also a strange leather bridle and reins with 4 inches wide metal ring;
and finally a pair of handcuffs.
“This is for your mouth,” Mr B said holding up the mouth O-bit and bridle. His wife reached for the cuffs, “and these are for your husband,” she explained
Madison studied the disoriented man still holding his rod like a plane joystick.
“He’s very well drugged but let’s not risk it. We don’t want him to spoil the fun, do we dear?”
With that Mr B pushed the still useless groaning man forward in his seat pulling his normally strong arms behind his back clicking on the cuffs. Madison pushed his chest back and Carl’s head snapped on the backrest his eyes rolling, another groan from his mouth.
Nicole shook her head refusing to believe the scene. Her husband like a rag doll this pair of smiling invaders man handling him into a trussed complaint position. The sexy housewife tried to move again but it was like a dream, unseen hands pinning her down.
Her mind was in panic. “Oh heavens what’s happening?”
Mr and Mrs Buggerman could now focus on Nicole. She was still half reclined on the settee her knees turned in skirt riding up. Her blouse was loose and she shook her head slowly as if drunk while the couple first ripped open her blouse pulling it from her shoulders, then tugged her tight skirt down to her ankles then off over her heeled sandals.
Nicole was near useless at resisting her limbs like jelly her thoughts the most solid thing she had.
“Oh God they’re stripping me! In front of CARL!”
The couple worked quickly and dominantly.
“That’s it my dear lets see how lovely you are.”
Carl watched his sexy partner been disrobed and examined. The couples were delighted stroking her long waxed legs feeling along firm thighs to her hourglass waist. Her hair was cascading onto slim slightly freckled shoulders. Her white bra and briefs looked flimsy and venerable as the couples hands pinned her arms, opened her thighs, tugging her head back in exploration.
“Oh yes; Nicole what a fine filly you are.”
He could see the ugly beaked nose man with his pawing fingers roaming over her body his lips licking his admiration evident. The woman too had blazing carnal eyes and she kept looking back at Carl clearly enjoying the fact he was watching the show.
“You’re wife is sooo hot isn’t she?”
“Please no” Nicole mumbled feeling slightly less groggy the world hardening a little at the corners of her vision. “Carl, doooo something!”
The couple hooked their fingers inside her briefs ripping them away. Nicole was pleading back at her husband; her eyes showing disgust at his titanic erection. “Carl HELP ME!”
But her husband just looked back with a drowsy, detached expression.
He tired to move but it was pointless, he wanted to tell her he couldn’t control himself or his cock but he realized hopelessly that even if he could get the words out she might not believe him.
Then her bra was unhooked and Nicole tried to take control and fight back.
Mrs B slapped her across the face and the sexy blonde only felt half the impact her senses numb. Her small firm tits stood out her rib cage showing a little as she thrust her chest trying to lift herself away from the fiends.
“Behave,” demanded Madison forcing her back in the settee.
Nicole’s was pinned her figure diminutive but firm her body like a polished alabaster statue; ultra white and flawless. Mrs B then gave a satisfied smile.
“Now honey, open those thighs wide for my husband.”
The naked woman shook her head but it wasn’t a request. It was a statement of fact as the crazy couple gripped her beautiful legs making her spread for examination.
“Oh God Please noooo!”
Mr B’s head dived between her thighs his nose like a pecking bird his tongue licking down her slit as his wife helped him open Nicole to an embarrassing dominated angle.
“That right honey, show my husband how hospitable you are.”
Carl wanted to scream seeing the balding head of the man between his wife’s thighs. Nicole’s back was arched her chest thrusting up as if in torment. Her position looked sexy as hell high heeled sandals and those long legs allowing her to keep her feet firmly on the floor; her hands gripping the fabric in relief her mouth open in horror as slurping noises filled the room.
Mr Bs tongue curled around the opening pink lips of her sweet hole his nose rubbing her bud his hands cupping under her lifting her ass, pushing her sex around his delving muscle making her swallow him inside.
She shook her head repeating no over and over but her hands felt like lead and she had to sit there, legs apart like a complaint whore. Her face turned to Carl but his eyes said it all. Madison was on her knees in front of him pushing his thighs apart her head taking long deep slurps on his drug induced cock. The sensation was fantastic and his eyes rolled as he groaned in embarrassment, both for himself and his wife.
It was mid afternoon in their bright fresh home and the couple seemed to be in a world of fantasy. Two neighbours down between their legs pleasuring them intently, expertly even, both Nicole and Carl ashamed by their own groans, and disgusted by their partner’s similar noises.
The Buggerman’s concentrated on their jobs taking their time to lick and fondle neither speaking. Both were intent on making their unwilling friends enjoy the attentions.
The curly blonde Nicole bucked a little in her seat Mr B’s mouth like a vacuum nozzle drawing her insides from her. His tongue licked her flesh rim, his nose tapping her clit. Mrs B’s tongue was like an eel curling around Carl’s bell head, her talon fingers gripping his balls. Her sucking action like she was siphoning gas from a cars tank.
Mr Buggerman decided to move things along. He pushed back then stood rolling Nicole onto her tummy making her knell on the settee. The stunning woman felt ashamed of how easily the man controlled her. It was like she was his toy, his life size fantasy doll.
“Get up on your knees,” he ordered pulling her into position and as she moaned he told her to be quiet. “Lets get this on,” he declared in maternal, “then we can start riding you.”
He had the bit and bridal in his hand and he quickly pushed the O-ring between her mouth pulling the leather straps fitting the harness around her shocked face and elegant neck.
Nicole bit down on the ring unable to speak only moan her tongue able to flick out like a snake tasting the air. The leather was pulled taut and the straps felt tight on her cheeks and neck. She was held in a yawning facial expression her eyes looking horrified. The man caressed her fine rump looking at her upturned ass from different angles; like a painter might study his canvas.
Mrs B took one long suck to Carl’s tip before letting his rampant cock flick up out of her mouth spittle flying everywhere. The woman began to slowly jerk his cock as Mr B pushed his harnessed wife onto the seat her arms flailing and begun to take big firm slaps of her inviting raised ass
With each swipe the gagged Nicole groaned and Carl’s body shuddered in anger and humiliation. Madison stoked his rod smiling as she heard each slap echo around the room. She then stood and sauntered in her sexy boots towards the kitchen as her husband continued to administer his ass discipline
“Now I’m off to find something to fuck your little wife with,” she cooed,” keep her entertained while I’m away won’t you dear.”
As Nicole bucked and Madison searched Mr B increased his rhythm his breathing labored, but his delight evident. Carl rolled a little on the seat words mumbling from his mouth, but he couldn’t stop the spanking. His elegant hot wife been palm slapped by a sneering drooling visitor.
Each swipe made her white buns wobble with a stinging crack; Nicole snorting through her bridle her head held back by tightly pulled reins.
“Hurry up dear!” The spanker laughed, “I think she’d really like me to stop.”
Mrs B returned with what she had being looking for and signaled for the fun to cease. Nicole groaned thankful for the respite, her jaw aching on the O-ring bit. She felt the soreness and heat of the passing ass attention. Then she began to shake her curly tresses in panic.
“Oh shit no!”
The black figured woman had found a long thick cucumber. The green vegetable was slightly ribbed with small pock marks its bright green skin impressively hard creating an amazingly stiff baton.
The sick bitch started to smear Vaseline along it length the thing with a round bullet like head. Mr B continued to use the reins to pull Nicole’s head up while pressing down on her shoulders. In this position her arms locked down onto the settee like an obedient sitting dog.
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