The Depths of Lust

Literotic asexstories – The Depths of Lust by TheRavenGaard,TheRavenGaard
All character’s are over 18

I had swung my racquet with all my might at the little black ball, I had it, I fucking had it that time!

But I didn’t, in pursuit of a challenge in a sport I didn’t have more than high school experience in, I had sweated my way around the court to my detriment. The patch of floor I had counted on to be my firm and steadfast friend repelled my body’s liquids, my foot pressed firmly above and I slipped, the little black ball sailing over my now prone body.

I didn’t even poke a face at the laughs and cat calls coming from behind the squash court glass, I was tired, I was gooey and I was down my yearly bonus to the grinning face that appeared above me. The ‘polite hand of help’ descended and I took it in one of my own to regain my feet.

Mike had pursed his lips and shook his head, ‘Sasha If it had just been darts and snooker you would be spending my bonus right now. Good thing we drew my sport out the hat last. Now I get to take my wife on a trip to the Bahamas.’

I wanted to make some sort of jovial ‘next time Mike, next time.’ but I was gassed and so I just leant over and puffed for a bit before straightening my forty five year old frame and staggering out into the corridor so the next two idiots could battle it out.

The pool soothed the ego and the sauna after soothed the muscles. It was quiet when it got late and I was left alone to my thoughts, ‘Two more years at the company and I will take my daughter Katey away to Europe for some life experience, see a bit of the world.’ Bout time anyway, such a book worm, she was almost old enough to drink, in some countries well past allowed. Did she use her privilege’s? No! I think the most wild thing I ever saw her do was skinny dip in the back yard when she thought no one was home.

My musings were broken into by the attendant coming by to check the sauna was empty, they turfed me out with their fingers held up in the ‘five minutes’ count which I took to mean, five minutes to get dressed or get shut in.

I preferred it when there was no one in the changing room to ogle me, I know I am not supposed to care about other women but they are not covered in scars and tattoos of a nature I would rather keep to myself. In sharing that fact you might as well know I got them from a very long mistake, I wish I hated it entirely but I didn’t and so I have hesitated to go get therapy about it.

Instead I guiltily masterbate every week when the pressures of the office get too much.

The long mistake in question was going away on my eighteenth birthday with a rich forty year old man to be his sex slave. It was willing, mostly, the mostly part was when it was good, him, myself, a few others my own age. The other bit was when we stopped at a port where he quickly found deviants who liked to do things to me that were well past my limits. He would almost always stop it before it marked me up permanently but he wasn’t a good judge of character and so he didn’t stop a few to my detriment.

When I finally got home in my early twenties having been around the world on a boat several times, I had some scars, mostly emotional but a few physical. The tattoos came next, to hide or work alongside the marks.

By my late twenties I had decided to regain my life, went to University to study Accounting and graduated to work in the industry. From there it got normal, dalliances, followed by marriage to a John, followed by a house, followed by having my child Katey.

I was bored, the husband while loyal and adoring, he was boring. When you have been fucked senseless to over twenty orgasms while suspended in rope between two masts on a boat, a few strawberries and cream picnics are not going to make the grade after a while. I didn’t need it all the time, just every now and again? Please? Wreck me? Gag me with your cock till I black out? But even raising the subject of binding my wrists made him look green at the gills.

So, when the man of yesteryear showed up with his boat of deviants still rocking the high seas and called my cell phone, it didn’t take me more than ten minutes to make up my mind. I tried to tell myself it took longer to convince me but I was packing my overnight bag before I had even told John I was going out to a friend to give them comfort in their distress.

I was so excited that I forgot to tell one of my friends to cover for me if John rang, but he wouldn’t ring, would he? But you know he did.

I think it was when the skinny pimply nineteen year old teenager with the unreasonably long thin cock had just gotten me off with a large vibrator shoved in my arse and in my cunt. He was feeding his cock down my throat and put the headset to my ear. I mean it was sweet of him to try and be helpful but it was really hard to try and keep my voice straight when riding the biggest long overdue cum on the edge. Which I fell off.

‘Oh god! Honey! F…F…fu,u,uh, uck!’ I drooled and exclaimed into the mouthpiece and he knew. I had only cum like that with him once before, when John had whisked me away from a bad party like some savior angel, it had gotten me hot and bothered and I had forced the car into a park and fucked him on a bus stop bench, right there on the side of the road, traffic whizzing past in the night, while it poured with rain. John hadn’t cum, he didn’t cum for a few weeks afterwards, he seemed almost shell shocked at what had happened.

All the usual noises ‘What if people had seen?’ I told him they probably did and then went home and fucked their spouses stupid.

‘What if we got arrested? Public indecency?’ and I shrugged, ‘Not really a career killer for me.’

You are probably wondering why this sexually charged human at least back then ever decided to marry such a stick in the mud and it really comes down to money.

Money of the kind he made bought a whole lot of comfort, and if you think that money can’t buy happiness then you a: have not heard of puppies and b: it buys one hellavah class of misery.

So John heard the noises coming out of my mouth that he knew he was never going to hear again and he got mad, for what I assumed was the first time and the last time in my company.

Eventually I returned home, I have to confess I stayed on that boat a long time, fucked a lot of cock and licked a lot of pussy, got annally worn out and was leaking copious amounts of fluid from my arse, pussy and hair. I knew I was going home to a divorce so, why not?

John was waiting for me in the garage and as I parked up and killed the engine he didn’t move while the garage door descended. Then like a snake he struck.

Lunged at my driver side door, popped it, produced a knife and cut my seat belt. I actually thought he was going to kill me and so I went to push him away as hard as I could but he grabbed my hair, pulled my head out of the car and slapped me. Then as I was watching the dancing lights, grabbed the front of my dress and dragged me out onto the garage floor.

‘You want to be treated like a whore?’ Well then, I shall use you like a whore and piss on you like a whore and pay you out like a whore.’

Every time I went to stand he pushed me back down or knocked the legs out from under me, the world now had a garage ceiling for a sky and my back only knew cold concrete for terra firma.

Electrical tape was wrapped around my head, it pulled at my hair and bits of it tickled at the sides of my mouth where he had forced it open to pass the tape between my teeth.

Where he learned to bind ankles and wrists so fast I might never get the chance to ask about, but he was quick, the clarity of sight had not yet come back and so I was effectively immobilized on my own garage floor.

I started to sort of shriek and cry at the same time, he didn’t like that too much, his angry face appeared beside mine, ‘You want something to cry about? I will give you something to cry about!’

Men are strong, even the ones that are average in size, my husband god bless em’ came from the school of ‘do you even lift bro?!’ and for all his lack of fun was cut. Which just goes to show that we ladies like the looks but it sure isn’t everything that gets us going.

John used that strength to flip me onto my front like I was a cat, a very wriggly cat.

But to stop the wriggling he just stood on my neck, it was hard, I heard C1 and C2 finally pop into place after failed expensive chiropractors had given it a good go. If it wasn’t for the fact my cheek was getting ground into a mix of concrete and the light haze of motor oil I might have said thanks.

Who am I kidding? Right at that moment I was scared, very very scared. There were no safe words, no fake heightened emotions, his anger was real and I had no idea where it was going to stop.

I felt the cold back of a knife go up my dress, cutting it away raggedly with its partially serrated edge. It cut, caught and tore its way up and then out of the corner of my eye I saw him take a yellow extension cord from the garage bottom shelf. For a moment my mind went to the darkest place possible and assumed he was going to hang me.

I would have wrenched myself at great risk to my neck from under his heel in terror except that the direction I would have gone was the direction of a loop of doubled over yellow extension cord coming down on my arse.

It was hard, I screamed and gurgled through the tape over my mouth. John’s voice was cold and angry. ‘What?! What was that? A comment on my efficacy or a complaint?’

I managed to whimper ‘My neck, I c, ca, can’t breathe’.

He took his foot off my neck, ‘I can’t have you dying, I mean the paperwork is just awful.’

He used his foot to flip me over on to my back, the cool of the floor on the welt on my arse was a surprising relief for all of a few seconds.

I thought my pleading, leaking red rimmed eyes might have an effect on the ice around this man’s demeanor but it did not, he smirked, a tilt of the lip that didn’t reach his eyes.

‘I won’t kill you, but I am going to make it perfectly clear why I did not engage with your desires all these years. My own are much, much, darker.’

John pulled me to my feet, he passed the extension cable between my wrists beneath the electrical tape and threw it over the top of the garage door lever struts. I was light enough that I already knew if I took my feet off the floor to swing and pull them down it would have no effect.

He tied it off so that I was on tippy toe, my arse throbbed where he had hit me and it stung as he passed his hands over the red mark. ‘Hmm, skin not broken yet, I guess we will see how long that lasts.’

He walked around the front to face me, ‘I read all your porn, your wishful thinking with your BDSM, your desires in your diary to be taken by multiple men and women.’ I tried to lose his gaze but he grabbed my face in a vice like grip, ‘I read all the manuals you ‘helpfully left around on how to tie safely, how to build a scene, safe words, limits and all that other fucking bullshit.’

He slapped me with a few taps and then a bit harder, ‘All this time I was trying to be a good man, a caring man, one our daughter could trust but I find this in her bedroom!’ he held up a BDSM magazine I had not purchased along with a vibrator and a set of rope that I didn’t know she had. ‘I. Didn’t. Teach her that!’ he spat as he screamed in my face.

He turned away, ‘But, I will teach you the limits of good men.’ and he turned back around. ‘Scream all you like, I have sent Katey out to her grandparents, and no one is coming up our gated drive except those I am expecting.’

He cut the electrical tape off from around my mouth but didn’t pull it off my hair at the back, I knew he would pull it off later, most likely to create a new pain for me to endure.

I wanted to have a good think about what Katey might be into, I had not taught her or supplied her with any of the items waved in my face.

The second thought I wanted to mull over was exactly which books John was thinking of using to demonstrate why he was much worse in his mind than the authors.

I didn’t have to wait very long and he was far more creative than I gave him credit for.

John cut away the rest of my dress and then my bra, he didn’t seem to be surprised that I didn’t have any panties on. The panties were floating somewhere in the night filled harbor I expected. I wanted to enjoy the sensation of cooling cum running down my legs from my pussy and my arse, so I didn’t bother to put them back on, I just tossed them over the side of the boat as I left.

He spanked my arse hard with a hand he had licked, then he rubbed Vaseline into my buttocks to make them sticky and then smacked them with his hand again and again.

I yelped each time for a while till he got tired of the sound, ‘Tell you what, you keep making that ghoulish sound and I will smack the shit out of your titties every time you do, just to break up the monotony.’ and he did, every time I couldn’t hold in the whimpers he would go around to my breasts, stroke some sticky Vaseline onto them and then hit them hard from all sides.

It would cause me to convulse with the pain and cause my wrists to ache.

Eventually it became obvious to him that I was going to cry out every time and he stopped.

He left for a moment, left me hanging there with my hands above my head in a haze of pain and dread.

John returned with a bottle of water with a hook spout that we used to water the hanging plants in the hallway, he shoved the hook in my mouth and squeezed, I was forced to swallow, spit or drown. I chose to swallow and then it hit me that I needed to pee. It took me no time at all to figure out that I was not going to be let down to pee.

He checked my wrists to see if I was losing circulation and satisfied he brought out a large bucket we used for washing the dog back when we had one. He pulled my legs up and placed them inside. Then with a new extension cable he looped around one of my legs and tied it to the bumper on the back of his SUV, then another cable and tied it to the shelving rack on the wall.

John cut the tape holding my ankles together and pulled my legs apart over the bucket.

‘If you need to piss or shit, go for it.’ Then he left again.

I heard him rustling in the bushes outside the garage door, then the side door opened and he came back dragging something under one arm which he dropped behind me, it made the sound of a few hula hoops being dropped in a pile. ‘Oh fuck, it’s the hose.’ I thought.

Correct! Though hosing me down was not on his mind.

John came back and he took advantage of my spread state, ‘I would fuck you, let me rephrase that, I am going to fuck you, but only after I rinse all the muck off you and…out of you.’

He brought the hose pipe end with the power nozzle attached and opened it to the ‘on’ position, then he went back out the side door to turn the tap on, he turned it hard, because the water shot out of the power nozzle and caused the end to splash water all over the place as the force smashed into every object in the room including myself.

I considered its force with greater and greater dawning horror, was he going to put that inside me at full stream like that?

Apparently he was not, he came in and observed the mess the watery snake was making on the garage floor and he turned it down to at least half of what it had just been.

Still not great but now unlikely to kill me from internal damage.

John trooped in and I could see behind him now the slight tinge of rising dawn. It would bring a warm day this summer, I wonder if I would live to see it.

He grabbed the power jet end and twisted it off, ‘When this gets turned back on again, it is going to hurt like fuck as the back log of pressure adjusts, so get ready for that.’

I was going to ask for mercy but I saw the look in his eye, asking at this point before his anger had started to cool would just piss him off more. Nothing to do but grit my teeth and bare it.

John must have lubed up the end of the power nozzle because it slid up my anus fairly easily.

‘And a one and a two and a ….’ he turned it on, I felt the pipe jump as the head jumped as the pressure build up unleashed in my arse. It hurt. I tried to kick my feet to deal with the pain as the water smashed its way up my colon. Then it equalized and the water continued to run till I felt like I would burst, I started to kick again as I thought my tummy would break but he pulled it free stepping quickly to the side and a small tide of water, feces and cum gushed out of my rectum, half hitting the bucket and half hitting the floor behind it, he screwed up his face at the mess and then shrugged, ‘That is what floor drains are for I guess,’ and shoved the hose back up inside me, this time it had been on the whole time and so the pain of the first turning on was not present but soon I felt myself kicking my feet asking for the hose to be taken out again, which he did. Another gush of liquid, this time pretty clean.

He came around to my face and grabbed my jaw in that grip of his, ‘Not healthy to go from arse to cunt, so lick it clean.’ and he shoved the dribbling end into my mouth, I did my best and honestly the water had washed away almost every trace of fecal matter from the tip but I started to lose my ability to breath and tried to tear my face away which he eventually allowed to leave me spluttering trying to suck down oxygen.

This time it was for my vagina ‘You don’t need any extra lube, I can see the cum glistening on your thighs, it will do.’ and he parted my outer lips by wiggling the nozzle back and forth till he found the opening and pushed it up. The constant stream of water gave it enough lubrication that I would have been surprised if I got a tear.

I felt it fill me up, my womb bulged a little before I whimpered in pain and the hose was pulled free. Then after the deluge up it went again and once again I felt myself being stretched inside.

I did pee, I took my chance into the stream of water headed for the bucket because who knew when I would get another chance?

I started to shiver then, the water coursing over me, my feet in a bucket, the abuse both willing and unwilling was starting to take its toll.

I think I passed out, because when I woke I was warm, on my stomach on the rug in the lounge.

I went to move and found that while I could bring any one of my arms and legs to examine, they were all cable tied to ropes that lead to various heavy pieces of furniture.

Furniture passed down to John by his grandmother, you know, the really heavy overly carved monolithic stuff that if I did perchance get to move, it would likely crush me to death.

I saw that the mirror from our bedroom was down beside me and I could see myself laying there on the living room rug, almost naked. I had been dressed in a slutty school girl outfit, knee high socks, a very short skirt that didn’t fully cover my arse made from cutting up what had been a beautiful long plaid knee length, the ragged edges of where the kitchen draw scissors had hacked it short tickled my bum cheeks and I had a white blouse that has been shortened at the midriff held together by only two burgeoning buttons. I didn’t have a garment of this type so tight so it must have come from my daughters room.

John was cooking in the kitchen, humming to himself, I could hear him using a metal spatula on my non-stick cookware, John was making pancakes with bacon, the smell was delightful and I found myself salivating and my stomach pressed against the carpet was beginning to rumble.

It must have been loud because he heard it over the pan, ‘I will be over to feed you once I am done here.’ his cold voice came over the kitchen lounge divider.

He finished making a mess, turned on some classical music and sat to eat at the dining room table. He took his time, made and drank a fine plunger coffee while reading the paper.

Then he did the dishes and put everything away, while I continued to examine my current day’s bonds. They were annoyingly simple, I could move anything I liked just enough inches to stretch and prevent myself from becoming uncomfortable but not enough that any of my limbs could help the others. I was trapped and if he decided to leave me to starve, there would be nothing I could do about it.

Eventually he came into the living room, he was empty handed, no bacon then? I must have been mentally adjusting to the situation because it seemed that even in my predicament I was miffed that I was not going to get bacon.

‘I had another kind of pork in mind for you.’ and John unzipped his pants.

I didn’t mind the idea of sucking his cock, he had a really nice one, rarely was I allowed my lips on it though.

He took a look at the angle of myself and the angle of what he wanted and solved for x, he grabbed a padded foot stool and lifted my torso onto it, then dragged the low single seater over and put his flaccid cock in range of my mouth. My back was going to ache if I tried to keep my mouth off his cock but I was likely to choke if I took what I knew to become a spear down my throat to relax my torso. It seemed the best course of action was to rest my head on his thigh and start licking.

He sighed as my tongue came into contact with the side of him and immediately it twitched in appreciation. ‘Your first meal of the day will be my semen, if you are lucky your first drink won’t be my piss, so blow me before I need to.’

Incentive, right oh, and I twisted my head around, pushed my torso up with my hands on the floor and hoovered up his shaft into my mouth. Swirling the tip on the flat of my tongue to give good pressure contact it swelled quickly and I sucked back and hard towards the tip to pull as much blood up there as I could. He let me try to ruin his fun quickly, I thought he might blow within a few minutes but before the first twitches of completion started he pulled it away from my mouth and scooped his balls up for appreciation.

I laved all over the freshly shaved nuts, nibbling gently on the sack skin and pushing the testacals in and out of my lips gently.

Eventually he returned the shaft to my mouth and this time leant forwards so that he could press his mushroom head down my throat. I could deep throat pimple boy on the boat no trouble but my husband John was thicker. He was insistent though and held it against my throat until I started to let him down there, he withdrew to let me get air and for drool to slobber on the ground then went again, shoving slowly but constantly forwards.

I tried, I tried to relax and eventually I felt it pass into my main food passage. Then pop! Out again to give me air, two gasps and then right back in, further, faster and more insistent. John was going to fuck my throat and it was either going to end with him cumming down the inside of my neck or me passing out. Perhaps both.

He started sawing back and forth, letting me have air once every five or six shoves. I could feel my vision tunneling in slowly as the oxygen starvation began to take its toll. My throat felt ragged and I doubted at this point I could yell for help if I wanted to.

Then he swelled, knotted and bulged, I felt it start to throb it’s demise as he held his hands squeezing around my neck to make the tightest fit around his cock he could manage. I blacked out again just as I felt the first burst of cum rocket down to my stomach. John was grunting and shoving his hips forwards as hard as he could, my nose crushed against his pelvic bone like a silicone cock sleeve sex toy the day before it was thrown away.

I lay over the foot stool panting, spit tracing down the side of my mouth to my hair.

If it wasn’t for the fact that I could tell this was the beginning of the end of our marriage, I would actually be having fun, if I thought I would get some sort of after care I would endure and be this Daddy’s little girl. But he was cold, methodical and I could tell he was just warming up.

I could feel the sperm from his testicles churning in my stomach and I wondered if that was going to be the entirety of my meals for the day.

I needn’t have worried about that, John came by with a washcloth and sat in front of me. Wiping my chin and mouth down he pulled some of my reddest lipstick from his pocket and applied it carefully though with his fingers now digging a little painfully to the bruises that were going to form on each side of my face where he gripped it previously.

‘I want you to be on your best cock sucking behavior, since you love cock and you seem to love cock that isn’t mine, I have invited all the men around and a few women besides that hinted to me over the years that they thought I was lucky to have you to myself. I am going to share you today, over and over with whoever actually shows up to the email blast I sent.

No one gets your cunt or your arse till I am ready to take it myself, I am still mulling over how I am going to abuse you like that. This whole thing has been somewhat knee jerk and if I am not careful I will ruin you far too quickly with my overenthusiasm.’

John untied my hands from their stretched out position, he worked the muscles over with his fingers, digging in deep almost painfully to check I still had all my feeling, then tied them with something that felt purpose made, comfortable, Velcro involved but very very sturdy.

Another comfortable but unyielding strap went around my neck and a bar that led from the back of the neck to the hands was snapped in place.

Then John knelt between my legs and stared at my pussy, I was excited from his throat fucking before, I had tried to tell myself the mortal peril should keep me dryer than a nuns cunt but I could feel the cool air passing over it, which meant my inner labia was enlarged and moisture was available and ready to be encouraged to seep further.

‘Your cunt has heard the news and is ready for more than oral gratification I see, well, I shall calm its excitement.

I thought he meant to ream me out with his fingers on my g spot or just fuck me and get it out of his system but he punched me. Right in the pussy. Hard.

The breath went out of me and I tried to double over as pain radiated up my stomach and I almost hurled the slimy liquid meal previously I had earnt onto the rug.

‘You haven’t quite grasped yet that I am not interested in you enjoying any of this, in fact I am quite opposed, if I catch you getting wet with anything I didn’t apply to your body or saliva from other people or cum splattered on you, I will dry your slutty body out. I want you raw, gasping and begging for it to stop. Knowing you, that is going to take several days but I am sure with persistence I will get you there.’

John dragged me into the breakfast room off the kitchen and tied my legs to the legs of one of the saw horses he had purchased last Christmas, he used Velcro straps, firm, but not cutting, as far as I know he neither had these earlier in our marriage or learned to sew, he must have left the house since last night and purchased them.

‘John, I…’ he knelt down at my eye level and gripped my jaw again.

‘I recommend that you say nothing, I also recommend you keep your torso balanced on the saw horse. I imagine that falling off it during any activities will cause you a lot more discomfort and only in their mercy will they put you back on it.’

He continued ‘You are a living doll, to be used, you get no opinion. No communication and if you persist in trying I will punch you in the pussy every time you use that mouth to do anything other than slurp cock, suck pussy, moan in pain or agree with the person abusing you.’

I believed that is what he would do, but surely no one visiting would be so cruel, they would see what was happening and let me go, calling this degradation to an end. Problem was, I really really didn’t want it to come to an end.

John decided to ram his point home though and struck my exposed vagina with his fist again.

That punch made me want to suck my little peach up into my body but we ladies cannot do that and so over the course of the afternoon as I waited to see if anyone would show off that wide ranging party list, John would return and either slap or punch me in the cunt hard, just once, no repeat sensation to follow it up to give my mind something to latch on to and reinterpret as something enjoyable.

It must have been at least two in the afternoon when the doorbell finally rang, it distracted me from the growing heat of the conservatory breakfast room. John did come by once or twice to make me drink some water as well as deliver a swat to my rear or a punch to my pussy.

But other than that it was the sound of birds through the window, the neighbor’s gardener mowing a lawn in the distance, the sound of John typing in the office and me growing steadily more and more uncomfortable as sweat built up between my stomach skin and the flecks of paint on the well used handyman’s saw horse.

John answered the door and I expected it to be one of John’s work mates or perhaps a nosey neighbor but it was neither a voice I recognized or the gender I was expecting.

‘Thank you for coming over Miranda, you understand the deal?’ said John to the mystery woman from the entry corridor.

‘I think I do, she is not to be asked any questions in relation to comfort, and I can do or demand whatever I like provided I don’t let her leave the property or put something other than my fingers, tongue or toys inside her pussy or anus.’

John agreed that she had understood and I heard the clip of heels cross the wooden floor of the corridor, cross the lounge carpet and the sharp intake of breath as she reached the threshold of the room my dignity was to be sacrificed in. I saw her long legs and gorgeous heels out the corner of my eye as I strained my neck to look behind me.

‘Jesus John, I mean I know I fantasized about ravaging your helpless beauty but to see her, right here, right in front of me, exposed, fuck! John, I might need more than half an hour.’ she trailed off.

John’s voice chimed in again, ‘Well if you play and another arrives, would you accept a second or third body privy to all that you are enjoying and doing?’

The woman tapped her lips, I could hear the bangles on her arm click together as she raised a hand to nervously bite a false nail. ‘I mean… why the fuck not!’ She finished in a rush, ‘You know I am ever going to tell anyone about this, I doubt anyone would believe it anyway.’

‘Well then, enjoy, take your time, stay and make yourself some food if you aren’t done and get hungry, I will answer the door if anyone comes knocking, and Sasha is allowed to be fed by you but only you, if a man wants to feed her, it can be cum down her throat or piss to drink.’

The woman whistled her appreciation, ‘Then I will see you later John.’ and the click of her heels grew sharp as she came into the eye line.

She was in her late thirties, possibly early forties but she spent the money on keeping it fresh because she looked natural and only someone extremely good at make up could make that age look untouched. It gave me a crick in the neck to look up at her and I was getting tired from all the unnatural swings and lifts of the head, so I let my head drop to lay on its side atop the end of the hobby saw horse.

Hesitation, her breathing caught and then she put out a hand gently to touch the side of my face, cupped my cheek and then she let out a sigh, ‘Hard to imagine this is real, I always wanted to take a piece of that innocent face when you were at the office masked ball. I was the coat rack girl then, nothing and no one to remember, but those lips, I wanted them on my lips, I wanted to know if that beautiful little tongue that licked the cream off her cake would feel good on my little soft waxed pussy.’

She dropped down on her haunches and looked her dark brown eyes into mine and smirked ‘Now I am going to find out. Would you like to help me find out?’ she nodded at me with a soft smile, she kept her hand on the side of my face but raised the other one to run a finger around the outside of my lipstick glossed mouth. Her fingers were soft, the touch was light, teasing and her eyes never left mine. I was going to reply and opened my mouth to do so but she shushed me ‘I wouldn’t say anything out loud right now, if you say anything I have been told there will be consequences that you are already very very aware of that you don’t like, just nod if you want to help me.’

I nodded and she was beautiful, it was distracting in the best way from my predicament.

She smiled at my agreement, and the tracing finger probed gently at my lips seeking a way in, I parted them and she slid a digit in and traced the inside of my mouth, pressed against my tongue like she was softening it up to receive a cock. Slowly she finger fucked my mouth, ‘That’s right, suck on my fingers, like you want to edge a man for hours.’

I did as I was told and slowly she pushed them deeper and deeper till they were brushing the back of my throat. She had the glazed look of a person lost in an erotic headspace and she hissed, ‘I wish I had a cock of my own to feed you, to have you suck, swirl with your tongue and choke you with.’

She whipped her fingers out and kissed me, her saliva coated fingers tangling in my shoulder length hair at the back, she started gentle but quickly graduated to deep tongue exploration. She nipped my lips and tongue with her teeth, grazed and kissed my nose and cheeks. If a person could drink your mouth, I was the fountain and she the thirsty crusader in search of youth.

Taking her heels off I could smell her arousal coming from under her pencil skirt, she was soaking I was sure of it. ‘I have to have that mouth on my little clit, do you think you could help with that? Make this cum starved girl happy?’ She looked so forlorn! If it wasn’t for the fact I was genuinely at her mercy and that this was not a game that would end any other way but the way she wanted, I would have done it just to save those quivering lips and big tear filled eyes any further suffering. But I remembered, only nod and so I nodded vigorously my assent.

She clapped her hands like I had agreed to her favorite childhood game then looked around for another table to bring her pussy to my mouth. No luck, so she dropped back down to eye level and regarded me with a serious look. ‘I am going to have to change your position to get what I want, I am sure John has either the strength or the cleverness to make sure you don’t run for it while he changes you around to suit him.’ She tapped her now passion bruised lips. ‘I really would like to move you without trouble, do you think that if I untied you and put you where I liked you would be a good girl for me?’

I knew what would happen if I gave her trouble, John the monster would appear and he would not only be extremely unkind but the beautiful creature in front of me would vanish and who knew who would replace her? I nodded slowly and then cast my eyes down to indicate I was her slave.

She stood, ‘Good, I will start by releasing your arms from behind your back, then I will undo your legs, do not stand up or move anything except your arms till I tell you too.’ I nodded and I felt her grip the velcro, with a rip my wrists were free.

I let my arms slowly drop to the tiled breakfast room floor, the cool met my palms and I felt her move to the rear of me. ‘Oh dear, tut tut.’ she murmured and spread my pussy lips. I felt a dribble of liquid escape. Shit, did she know I was not supposed to be having any fun?

Well I was about to find out.

She knelt down and I felt her breath on my slit. She blew a cool stream of air over my steaming gash, I tried to suppress a shiver but my thighs betrayed me with goose pimples and my little puss leaked a little more fluid. Her tongue ran up my slit to capture the new moisture and prevent it trickling down my legs, then her palm came to cup my mound firmly and she all but yanked my lips wide open. She started shoving two fingers or was it three? In hard and fast, reaching firmly and burying deep in the slick warm, finger tips crabbing forwards finally hitting the G spot, that slightly rougher surface of interior vulva, she rubbed it back and forwards all the while warning me to stay as quiet as the grave.

I huffed and puffed as the feelings grew from the inside, her voice was low and sexy as fuck penetrating my skull as much as her fingers wiggled their magic inside me.

‘Don’t make a sound and sure as fuck do not cum, I know you want to and I am going to make it easier to do just that very shortly, but, don’t, you, dare.’

Her fingers slid free as I was about three quarters there and she called for John, I groaned as I heard him get up and come into the room. ‘How can I assist you, Miranda?’

Though she was behind me I could tell she was working her best charms on my soon to be ex husband, there was a certain tilt of the hip, and I could see it out of the corner of my eye.

‘I would very much like her suspended upside down, her mouth at my pussy level and her legs spread, could that be arranged?’

John hummed and thought for a moment, ‘I do have the harness but I hadn’t thought about when I might get time to build a suspension rig to attach it to, let me think..’ and then it came to him. ‘You know our pool area has a very sturdy pergola over the lounge area, I think we could set you up there’

Miranda cooed, ‘That sounds amazing, will you be able to see us from there?’ and he must have nodded because she seemed ecstatic over this idea.

John went to undo my legs from the hobby saw horse and saw the mess between my legs, ‘Miranda? Is this a deliberate mess or has Sasha gotten excited without your permission?’

Miranda sighed, ‘I am afraid my charms are too much for the little slut, she doesn’t seem to be able to contain herself.’ she finished picking at her nails like she was entirely disinterested.

‘And would you like to keep her in this state of arousal or would you like it reset?’

I held my breath, I tried to not look at her with pleading eyes but she crouched down to my face and whispered her sweet breath over my face, between little licks of my lips she asked, ‘Do you want whatever it is he does to you to bring you away from your arousal? If you do, I promise to make it up to you, if you don’t, I promise to make it up to John. Just, nod to me if you want me to make it up to you, or nod at John, if you want me to make amends to him.’

She waited while I mulled it over, I suspected making amends to John would actually work out worse for me so I nodded to Miranda. Miranda arched an eyebrow and stood. ‘Show me the bring down magic John.’ and I don’t know if he grinned but he sure as fuck punched me in the cunt harder than before. I retched, this time, just once as the pain blazed through me. Perhaps it was because he must be hitting a bruised bone back there now but it felt way worse than before.

Miranda’s eyes opened wide and she winced in solidarity, ‘Holy shit John! That’s…that has to hurt a whole bunch.’

He slapped me hard on the arse, ‘I had to find something that would never appeal, spank her and she would just acclimate, perhaps even like it from the beginning. I thought I was clear that this was not about her enjoying any of it.’

Her tone didn’t change, ‘you keep doing that and you could permanently damage her for the rest of her life though, I think you should find something else.’

John grunted, ‘I will think about it.’

Then without further ado, he unstrapped my legs and dragged me by my hair through the doors of the breakfast area to the pool pergola. My legs were not going to come to the party anyway and it was tiled all the way over to the pergola, so I didn’t acquire any scrapes and bruises.

I flexed my legs sort of kicking my heels against the ground, it must have seemed like I was struggling to get away but I just wanted to knock some feeling back into them.

I saw the look on Miranda’s face, she was torn between the real excitement of knowing the limits of what was possible were far far further off than she had tested and the distress of seeing another woman really hurt.

It didn’t take John long to string me upside down, getting my head set just right so that I would be able to get to Miranda’s pussy took a bit of fine adjustment. ‘A little up, yep, wait, when I spread she will be too high, down a little?’ and the final height was set just lower unless she spread her legs wide to grant access.

I started to go red in the face as the blood made its way down there and settled, why don’t people’s legs go red when they are walking around? Not the question for the moment it seemed.

Suspended upside down, my ‘skirt’ flopped to my belly, my legs spread with ropes over the pergola and a torso harness holding me upside down, I was ready for whatever joy Miranda was going to demand of me.

Miranda wasted no time, she didn’t even wait for John to leave, she just pulled down her panties from under that pencil skirt and hiked up the hem for me to gain access to her treasure. She pulled up my head so my tongue could go to work and said ‘make me cum in one minute, if you do, I will make you cum and request you are not punished, that is your reward for taking John’s admonishment.’

I tried, I really tried, John timed it with his fancy Rolex that I bought him last year, but while I could sense she was edging closer, time was up before she got there.

She backed up away from my tongue. ‘Am I right in thinking that I can spin the toy around the right way up?’ and John nodded, ‘Let me show you, actually a second set of hands would help.’

I could see the massive bulge in John’s pants, he was turned on more than I had ever seen him, there was a darker spot on his slacks which I took as leaking precum.

Then the world was the right way up again and I was locked into the new position with my feet now spread and attached to the bottom of the pergola.

Miranda pouted at me, ‘Too slow, for that, there is no punishment except missing out on your own pleasure, but, before you get excited, I am going to hurt you, simply because I want to.’

She reached out, undid my too tight blouse and pinched one of my nipples, softly at first and then harder and harder, till it was tingling with blood loss. Then she started twisting it back and forth, pulling on it, stretching the nipple and the breast under it away from my body.

I wanted to say nothing and just hold the steadily building scream in but then she put her foot on my stomach and shoved hard without letting go of my tits.

The shove broke her grip on my nipples evoking a strangled scream from me. When I stopped rocking back and forth in the harness the first thing I saw was that both my nipples were still attached and the second thing I saw was the absolute look of pleased excitement on John’s face.

He went to the clothes line and grabbed the metal clips, returned and held them out to the newly excited Miranda, ‘I know these wont hold as hard but they will hurt while you go to work on other ideas.’

She grabbed them like a wad of cash with no strings and stalked the two paces to my body, she took her blouse off and wrapped her arms around me tightly, letting me feel the warmth of her, the soft feel of her full tits pressed against my own, her nipples now rubbing on my own abused tips.

Her breath came to my ear and she nibbled, licked and sucked my ear lobes intermittently.

I started to get wet again, this was not good, I knew it would result in an awful outcome down the line but in this place, wrapped around me she was a pillow soft goddess.

Then the teeth closed around the upper part of my ear and through her teeth she whispered, ‘If you pull your head away successfully risking a tear in your ear, I will make you cum if you can within three minutes, if you do not, I will put these pegs on your poor little titties and bring you to the edge before punishing you.’

The teeth were firm, her hands clenched my buttocks tightly, pulling in such a way that opened my anus to the house should someone be watching. John had come around to see what she was up to and he laughed as he saw Miranda’s teeth firmly and painfully clamped on my upper ear. She started grinding her teeth back and forwards on the lobe and the growing burning sensation made me wonder if I would lose a chunk no matter what I chose. I tried to pull away but her grip in the hug made leverage very difficult. Every time I pulled and gave in, she tightened a little more, I felt wetness and I wasn’t sure if it was blood trickling down my ear. So I went limp.

She released the hug and then released my ear. ‘You gave in, such a shame, ah well, pay the cost time.’

I assumed that the clips would hurt on top of the over stretch from before but she was in no hurry. Picking up my beautiful mounds she waggled them back and forth in her palms, ‘John, gotta say, if I had a cock I would titty fuck the shit out of these every damn morning before I left for work.’ and he just shook his head, ‘My desires run a little darker, not really interested in the classics’

She shrugged, ‘each to their own I guess eh?’ she asked me and I nodded, I mean what was I to do? Disagree? I really did wish that he had fucked them every morning before leaving for work.

She dropped them and they finished in a good place for my age, then she pushed them up as high as they would go, stretching the skin out underneath, I mean she really shoved her back into it. It was painful but not as painful as the descent, she didn’t wait for them to come down, she yanked them down and then pressed downwards as hard as she could, flattening them against my chest then slapped them into my chest over and over, like she was trying to permanently get them to pancake out. ‘There John, I bet I knocked a year of those titties remaining beauties!’ she crowed over her shoulder.

He had his cock out and was stroking it, Miranda looked at it and giggled, ‘You really really want to see her destroyed don’t you?’ but he said nothing. The clothes pegs from the line went on my nipples. Miranda placed them carefully, like she was applying the most expensive jewelry. I could feel the blood failing to enter the zone fully and knew when she took them off it would hurt quite a lot.

Miranda picked up her hand bag from the ground and pulled out a little vibrator, a remote control one. ‘So John, if you know her well, you know when she is about to cum, help me get it up inside her little pussy.’

He grabbed some tape out of his back pocket and Miranda felt between my splayed legs ‘Oh, a little dry, she is learning I think.’ Miranda spat on the toy and pushed it deep inside me, the tape was applied from my belly button, between my legs and round my arse crack.

Miranda waggled the remote in my face. ‘This thing will fuck you up no matter who you are, I have seen the most resilient go down in a fit of orgasmic screaming, it might take ten minutes, a minute or even an hour for that poor smashed little pussy to climb pleasure mountain but you will orgasm…except, you won’t. I fucking dare you to try and sneak one!’ and turned it on.

I felt it jump to life, a low, slow pulse from deep inside and knew right away she was right, it might take half an hour at this rate but I was going to cum and cum hard.

She left it on low and slow and turned to John, ‘You, have suffered without any relief long enough, I would like to sit on your lap and grind my way to glory while we watch her slowly climb her way to hers.’

They sat on one of the sun tanning chairs, he with his back to the chair facing me and she with her back to him eased herself down his good length. ‘Fuck John, feels like old times, I remember when you used to ram me in the cafe at work after everyone had gone home, bare backed me like a two dollar whore.’

That brought me to my senses, that would have been quite a while ago, before he abandoned our sex life.

I couldn’t help it, ‘You fucking shit! You were barebacking this slut at work?’ I croaked out, damn that throat job had actually made it hard to talk.

He had the decency to look a little uncomfortable, ‘You rarely let me bare back you while we were married.’ he ground out at me.

I hissed through clenched teeth as Miranda laughed and moved the vibrator up a notch, ‘Really Sasha, you who would allow a man or woman to do just about anything to you and you wouldn’t bare back your own husband?’

I spat back at her, ‘I didn’t because any form of birth control I took made me too sick to enjoy fucking him at all, eventually we gave in and I had Katey almost immediately. I never ever wanted my husband to go without!’

I hung my head in remorse, ‘I would have done anything he wanted if he had just told me he wanted it. I would! I…I…I would have found a way.’ I ended up choking out the last part, that damn vibrator was making a mockery of any anger or sadness, it was just chewing up the ground between the start line and the finish line.

Miranda had not sensed the change in John, she was just riding him slowly, leering at me and mocking me, but John’s eyes were locked on me over her shoulder, and they looked interested. Interested in me. Interested in what he and I might look like tomorrow.

He let her continue sliding up and down but she might not have existed now, she was his fleshlight, I was the one his mind was fucking.

I knew it, I started losing it, he could see I was starting to shake and my breathing was rough. Miranda thought now was the time to cut the feed and I moaned as the vibration stopped.

John lifted Miranda off him and she pouted till she saw his laser like focus as he stalked over.

She cackled, ‘oh child, he is going to make a mess of you now, you should know when to shut up.’

John reached roughly between my legs and tore the tape off, it hurt the butt cheeks but my pussy was so wet, it all but slid off the front. He shoved his fingers inside and wrenched the toy out, throwing it on to Miranda’s hand bag. He spoke low, just for the two of us, ‘Anything I want? How I want it, when I want it, with whoever I want you and I to do?’ I nodded gulping, I suspected that his desires were dark, but we would work it out.

He walked to stand in front of me, he called for Miranda to come and kneel, ‘Clean my cock off with your mouth and lube it up with your spit.’ She complied excitedly but she was still missing that smoldering current running between John and myself. She cleaned him but his eyes burned through my skull, never looking her way once.

I could feel his mind hungrily searching mine out. I could almost feel the lashing snarling animal inside his mind.

He took out a white silicone sheath from his pocket, it looked like a male sex toy and Miranda almost squealed with excitement, ‘Oh fuck yes, the cock thickener! I can’t fully take it when he uses it, it hurts little doll but I don’t think you are going to get much say in the matter!’ Gods it was pathetic, Miranda didn’t yet understand she was no longer required in this conversation.

John was already a good size, seven inches, average thickness, cut tip, forest trimmed, a good little curve even, but when that sheath slid over his manhood I knew without having to look it would be something else.

Now he was almost as thick as a coke can and gave him an extra inch at least. He moved around behind me and called Miranda over. ‘Open her cunt up and place my tip at her entrance.’

The sounds of gurgling delight coming from her made me certain she had not understood what was going on between us. I felt the thickness touch my entrance, I could feel it was not lubed on the outside, and that this was going to be my payment for talking without asking and daring in his rage to pretend I was his equal. I needed to be punished for it, I accepted it.

He grasped my hip with one hand and snaked a hand around my torso to grab at one of my tits. John growled in one of my ears, ‘I am going to let this week play out with all the invitations I issued but if you will accept this, we will remain, we will talk, we will fuck as I like it and as you like it too.’

I could feel his shoulders flex in an apologetic shrug behind me ‘I owe you an apology for Miranda, but I do not apologize for how I like to have sex. Do you agree?’ and before I fully got out my ‘yes’, he shoved his hips forwards while attempting to sheath himself inside me in one go.

It didn’t work. I wasn’t that tight but he was that wide now, I wanted to take him and I was dripping, but that much adjustment that quick just turned into a long slow grinding plow forwards, I moaned even as his hand moved up to grip my throat, ‘You will take it, you will take it all.’ He grunted in my ear and I gave in to the extending of my vagina and it slid home one external ridge and bobble at a time.

‘Holy fuck! That is so fucking hot!’ I heard Miranda exclaim from somewhere below me, her voice swam through the delirium of happiness, pain and pleasure. John sawed back and forth inside me growling his delight, I could feel the nodules of the sheath almost popping like bubbles at the entrance as they gained entry and lost it rhythmically. I heard my cunt sucking at it and heard John admonish Miranda to go around the other side and make herself useful by licking my pussy and getting the vibrator on it.

She did as she was told but gazed on between licks in wrapped astonishment as my pussy took the pounding. When the vibrator contacted my clit I think I came, they said I came, I convulsed in John’s arms but made no sound, my eyes rolled back in my head and if it wasn’t for the straps holding me up I would have fallen.

When I came too I knew he had not stopped, he just kept sliding in and out, sawing my pussy to a numb state but his breathing was getting shallow. ‘I am going to cum soon, I was planning on doing that in your arse but I want this, I want you on fire.’ He shook me by the throat, ‘Does it hurt you baby? Does daddy’s cock seem like more than you can bear?’ and I nodded, I whispered back, ‘anything you want, split me in half, but this cunt is yours, fuck me till I feel it in the back of my throat, choke me out and use my unconscious form to finish in.’

He wrapped his hands around my hair pulling my head back strongly, using that and the other hand hooked in the harness to bury his sheathed and thickened cock deep as I have ever felt it, then twitching, expanding, even through the silicon sheath I could feel the ropes of cum, actually I could feel them! In my pussy! The tip of this device must be open. His hot seed rushed into me, I could feel it warming me, making us whole and I had another little orgasm.

He stayed in me till he got a little softer and then he said ‘now for the second thing I have always wanted to do to you.’ and he pissed, like a fucking race horse right up my insides. I could feel all the semen and piss mixing around inside, it was hot though not enough to burn, it swelled my womb, it felt decadently filthy.

I came again, later when I examined the memory I couldn’t tell you why but I came hard, as he pulled his now deflating fuck stick out of me, the torrent of liquid ran out of me chased by the squirting orgasm that went with it.

The edge of the pool was a mess, golden piss, little lakes of white cum mixed in it, my body was a streaked landscape of bruises, little spikes of pain from my nipples and I was so thirsty and hungry.

John untied my hands and feet and pulled me out of the harness, I rubbed at my arms and shivered as the adrenaline started to come down. John pointed at Miranda, ‘Take her upstairs and shower her, feed her and then put her to bed, do not abuse her further.’

Miranda pouted, ‘I haven’t cum yet, a deal was a deal.’ but John looked furious and rounded on her. ‘I will honor my deal, but she is my wife and I will make sure she is ready to do what must be done. Now go, and clean her up while I tidy the mess out here.’

Miranda was true to the instructions though I could tell she was not pleased, that was ok, I wasn’t pleased with her either, she had fucked my husband bare back without my consent. Funny that was my issue, I didn’t care about the infidelity, only that she had enjoyed his smooth shaft and balls skin on skin before I had taken mine.

I was washed, in silence, I could feel Miranda’s ire that she hadn’t gotten off using me as she had imagined but I knew John, if he had made a deal he would keep it and damn anyone including myself in getting in the way.

I wondered if I had imagined the switch in his demeanor, was I just hoping he would forget and all would go back to normal? But that would be the death of both of us, the cat was out of the bag and neither of us could pretend to play vanilla games any more.

She fed me, I finally got bacon, some salad, eggs and fruit juice. It hurt to swallow and she smirked at watching my naked arse sitting on the kitchen bar stool, slowly eating, almost shaking the food off my fork as I ate.

Miranda selected some clean sheets but put me into bed naked, she took care not to do anything that equated to abuse but as I was drifting off to sleep her hands gently laid my limbs out and she went to work with her fingers and tongue.

Caressed every part of my torso, patiently waiting for my body to come alive despite my mind longing to escape to oblivion. She wrapped herself around me, her arms cradling under my breasts, fingers reaching to the nipple on the opposite side, she would slide her fingers up to up my face, work her fingers into my mouth to enjoy my tongue and then ultimately take the moisture back down to skate over my nipples which hardened under the assault.

At one point I drifted off but she shook me awake and purred in my ear. ‘Stay awake beautiful lady, I cannot keep going if you are asleep.’

I wanted to tell her I was drowsy enough that I would be happy to let my orgasm drift away but she had an idea in her head and as long as I didn’t push her away she would have her ultimate desire. I didn’t mind, in the lack of reaching for my peak I edged and I am surprised she didn’t abandon the project.

Eventually her fingers drifted between my legs and the molten pool of liquid was all the assurance she needed that I was enjoying this slow climb. My breath immediately caught and now my attention came closer to the surface.

She didn’t increase her assault, she drifted on, playing and teasing my pleasure centers, no hurry, barely any pressure.

I wondered if it was designed to leave me hanging, but eventually her explorations slipped inside my entrance and she pulled in a way to stretch me and provide slightly more friction.

I didn’t mean to but my mouth tilted back and latched onto her neck and I moaned very quietly just under her ear. A slight lower of the shoulder to give her arm more extension and her long fingertips hit my G spot. I shuddered, she sucked on my ear and rubbed a little harder.

‘I want you to cum my little one, please, give me that cum you gave John, that look, that total wild abandon that seemed to offer up your soul.’

I wanted to now, I could feel it, just out of reach, but with a little more pressure I would get there, but she kept just letting it slide away, saying something about wanting to see that look.

A shadow crossed the doorway and John leant against the frame, I felt him, even with my closed eyes and then heard his rumble.

‘It’s ok Sasha, I’m here, you can cum for her.’

I lost it in her arms, she hadn’t done anything more, the knife edge of arousal was well and truly pressed, it was his approval, his soothing, his pleasure, his…permission.

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I twitched and bucked gently for a while under her soft caressing fingers, while I felt John’s gaze on me, I was happy to be lost in the orgasmic haze.

Miranda on the other hand was robbed just a little of the gratification she was seeking, but with a wave of John’s hand to follow him, she unwound herself from my now comatose self and left me to finally die for a few hours.

Oh Yeah, John wasn’t kidding about the people he had invited over but that was for tomorrow, this night, I slept with no dreams, absolution was within my grasp.

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