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Everybody Love's Raymond's Wife
(Chapter's 1-5)
Warning:
This story is fiction, and should be treated as such. The following
story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains
descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or reading sex
stories upset you, DO NOT read any further. If it is illegal in your
location, DO NOT read it.
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of a review or posted to a free-access, noncommercial archive sites.
Disclaimer: All characters are fictitious. Any resemblance to anyone,
either alive or dead, is purely coincidental.
'Everybody Loves Raymond' is syndicated and (C) to King World Studios
West Inc. Usage of the characters here is in no way reflective of the
real show or the actors in it, and in now way intended to undermine
their values.
Please! Send me your comments!
Notmystory@kc.rr.com
(Note to readers after doing some research on-line I have narrowed
down that in the Second season the Debra character is supposed to be
somewhere between 33-35 years of age so I am basing this story in that
time frame FYI.)

Chapter 15

Gianni had received a message to return to Mr. Fass's dungeon Sunday
morning. He was scared, and called leaving a message he was sick. He
knew that the break-in of his apartment was done for a reason, the
only thing of any value taken had been the tape of his activities with
Debra. He wondered how much trouble he was in, when the two large
burly looking gentlemen came knocking on his door just an hour later.
He had no choice, that much was obvious from the men's stern
_expression.
He was driven to the club and led immediately to Mr. Fass' office
below. He entered the room, and immediately noticed the two beautiful
women bound in the stocks behind the chair that he was instructed to
sit in. Mr. Fass entered just moments later, carrying two newspapers
in his hand.
"Hello my friend, I'm sorry to have to call you back here this way,
but I'm afraid that we need to talk about a few things." he said as a
Amazonian blonde dressed in only heels and leather straps around her
chest, served him a glass of scotch. Gianni looked at the glass
disapprovingly, as he took it from her hand, his own trembling with
fear.
"Don't be afraid my friend, I mean no harm to come to you, but we must
come to an understanding you and I." he said, motioning to the scotch.
"Please this is my finest 32 year old bottle, it would be a shame to
let it go to waste." he added, taking a sip from his own glass. "I'm
sure that you know that it was my men who picked up the tape that I
had given you. I'm sorry for the mess, but it was of course necessary.
You see, you uncovered certain information from Mrs. Barone that I and
my people were not aware of." he said, taking another sip.
"As I have told you before, my clientele are some of the most elite
people in the city, and I have made commitments to protect them, as
they have protected me. We work together to ensure that people with
our discerning taste can come together and enjoy all of the benefits
our power allows. We would do nothing illegal. Well, I should say that
we do nothing illegal, unless we have to, we are forced to. We'll do
what we must, to protect our privacy, and to ensure that the secrets
of this club and its members remain secret." he said sliding the two
papers across the desk to Gianni.
Gianni looked at the circled headline on the front page of the paper.
"TWO FOUND DEAD IN ALLEY" it said in bold print across the top of the
page. The second headline said, "MAN TORTURED AND KILLED." circled on
its front page. Gianni's glass hit the floor, as he stared in shock at
the papers. The message was clear, he knew that he was in serious
trouble with the powerful Mr. Fass.
"Please, please, stay calm my friend, as I have already told you, I
mean you no harm. But you must understand what it means to keep the
secrets of this place. It means you keep them all the way to your
grave. It is your choice how long that is. As I told you earlier, I
went to great trouble to pick you to work here, and I'm confident that
you can be trusted." he said, motioning for the blonde to replace
Gianni's glass.
"Mrs. Barone was here against her wishes, this much you know." he
paused. "She was blackmailed and forced to work here out of a real
fear of what would happen if she didn't. This is information that you
coerced out of her, during your time with her, and I can assure you,
that neither myself, nor any member of this club had anything to do
with it. I have a policy of hiring extra help, and she came into this
very office, and told me that she wanted to do this, and signed a
contract stating the same. All she had to do was tell me what was
going on and I would have helped her right then and there. She helped
these men to deceive me." he said motioning to the papers.
"She is safe now, but she should have been honest to begin with. A
close friend of mine has taken it upon himself to look after her. I am
told that she will be home soon, and will speak of this to no one. I
must make sure that you understand that that means no one. If you ever
betray the secrecy of this place, you will be dealt with much the same
way as these men were. Do you understand?" he asked most seriously.
He waited, as Gianni stared blankly at the headlines in front of him.
"I require an answer from you." he said sliding the papers off the
desk top.
"Yes, yes of course, I understand. I won't tell a soul, ever." Gianni
said, still in shock, his hands shaking vehemently.
"Good, I knew that you would understand. Take June here and relax, try
to take your mind off these troubling thoughts, but never forget your
obligations to maintain the secrecy of this club, and Mrs. Barone's
indiscretions." Mr. Fass said, motioning to the nude beauty who had
entered the room, and extended her hand to Gianni.
________________________________________
Debra knew Mr. Bradley, as did everyone in New York City's corporate
elite. He had owned the company, that owned the PR firm, that she had
worked for, when she did the PR work for the hockey team. He had
toured their office several times, and had taken Linda and her to
lunch once. She remembered dancing with him once at a corporate
dinner. Thinking back, she remembered thinking that he must be
interested in her. But that was ten years ago, surely he didn't
remember her now.
"Well Ms. Whalen, or should I say Mrs. Barone, would you please join
me for breakfast? " he said staring contentedly at her.
Unable to speak, she nodded her head, accepting his offer. She
self-consciously got up from the toilet, checked her appearance
quickly in the mirror, as she washed her hands. Mr. Bradley's eyes
never left her body as she walked out of the bathroom. She was
surprised when he pinched her ass, as she walked by him, and jumped
from the unexpected touch. Mr. Bradley followed her out of the
bathroom, and motioned her out the open door of the bedroom.
She was directed to a plain bland room, with a metal table and a white
tile floor. He pulled a chair out for her from the table, and motioned
for her to have a seat on a cold medal chair. She did as he wanted,
and watched as he sat down in a high back leather chair at the end of
the table. It took only moments before two woman, dressed as maids,
brought in two carts full of food. Debra looked at the two older
Hispanic women, wondering if they knew why she was here.
The room was cold, and sitting on the metal chair caused a chill to
run up her spine. She noticed that her nipples were dramatically
poking out the thin black tube top that she was wearing, as Mr.
Bradley sat there staring at her. He motioned for her to eat, as a
plate and silverware was placed in front of each of them. The platters
had been lifted, showing a virtual banquet of breakfast foods;
sausage, eggs, pancakes, muffins, waffles, fruits, and biscuits.
She immediately felt a wave of hunger wash over her from the sight of
the food and quickly stocked her plate. She had shoveled in a half
dozen mouthfuls of food hungrily, before she noticed that Mr. Bradley
hadn't even looked at the food, his eyes were focused right on her
chest, and in particular her nipples.
She paused, and looked at him a puzzled look on her face. She
swallowed the food in her mouth, and waited for him to do or say
something.
Mr. Bradley gazed at her, remembering how young and vivaciousness she
had looked a few years ago. Now she had a different look to her, still
sexy, but more maternal, for lack of a better word for it. She looked
domesticated and suburban. Her years as a wife and mother were obvious
in her face and eyes, she was strangely erotic to him. She looked at
him with a sense of fear and nervousness in her eyes.
He reached out and took a drink of orange juice, telling her to "eat".
She returned to cramming her mouth full of food, as fast as she could
swallow. He knew all about her ordeals of the past week, and knew how
hungry she must be.
He sat and watched her feast on the food for twenty minutes before she
finally seemed to slow her pace down. He clicked the button of the
buzzer in his pocket and began to speak.
"You know who I am, don't you?" he asked.
She answered by nodding her head, as her mouth was still full of food.
"Do you remember when we met Debra?" he asked.
"Yes, you owned the agency. Um, you stopped by the office a couple of
times, and we danced once at one of the company dinners." she said,
swallowing a mouthful of food.
"Yes, yes you remember. I took you and Linda, oh I forget her last
name now, to lunch." he said, as she nodded her head in
acknowledgment. "Did she ever tell you about what happened that
evening?" he asked.
Debra shook her head no.
"Oh well, I'm sure that you figured it out. How else do you think she
got promoted so quickly. All the meetings she attended at the main
office. You're a smart girl Debra, I'm sure that you can put two and
two together." he said, as she continued to shake her head no.
"Yes, I'm sure that you can put it all together. She pleased me, and I
took care of her. She helped me land some big contracts, and I took
care of her. She got the message Debra, the same message that I sent
you, that night at the dinner, when I asked you about getting ahead.
You're not that naive, as to not know what I meant, are you?" he asked
chuckling.
She continued shaking her head no, thinking back to that part of her
life. She had seen the signals, but thought that she was imagining
things. The office talk of bagging clients by "bagging clients" was
just talk, wasn't it? She couldn't imagine Linda doing anything so
cheap, but now she guessed that she was wrong about that too.
"I gave you every opportunity for advancement, but you never took that
next step to greatness. You could have been one of the tops in your
field with my help, but no, you just ignored me. Well now what have
you made of yourself, a mother to three brats. A wife to a pencil
dicked hack of a husband, whose idea of writing is generally seen in
the scribbling's of a twelve year old." he scolded her, as she frowned
at his harsh words.
"You acted so prim and proper, but deep down, your just a damn slut. I
mean here we have your college activities chronicled on tape. You and
my people tell me 34 different guys, between the ones on the tapes,
and the ones in the pictures. Then there was your other boy friends,
the ones that we have documented here in you diary. Boy you better
hope that you paranoid husband never finds this!" he said, holding up
her diary from years ago. "It's probably best if I keep this for you.
You talk about six other boy friends that you got friendly with, plus
the stranger that you met in the Big Easy. So you tell your hubby
about your flashing at Mardi Gras, but not about you fucking, huh?" he
asked, flipping through the pages.
She couldn't answer, as she sat there in shock from his harsh words.
She had never heard him speak like this before, but then again, she
didn't really know him, she thought.
"Shit girl you're the biggest whore I'll have working for me, you
fucking slut." he laughed, as he pointed to the TV sitting across the
room from her. The screen flicked on, showing her in her bedroom,
wearing a small skirt and a white silk scarf. It was the night she had
role played for Ray! He was the airline captain, she the stewardess,
he began speaking in his stupid accent as she rolled her eyes. The
screen then flicked to the two of them naked on the bed, the covers
had been kicked down, and you could see Ray's flabby back rippling, as
he pumped his pathetic cock inside her, giggling at his own juvenile
jokes, as he lived out his fantasy.
"First let me say, what a fucking putz you've married. Really Deb, you
could've done better for yourself. Secondly, how jealous would the
putz be, if he knew that you had lived out his fantasy?" he said as
the screen changed, showing her in the plane's lavatory, sucking a
cock and making loud slurping noises, as she tried to please the man
in front of her.
"Here you are, sucking the life from this guy, and your hubby's got to
beg for a half-assed hand job from you." he said, as the audio of Ray
begging for her attentions came from the TV. "Boy you sure do like to
bust old Ray's balls!" he commented as the new audio of Debra yelling
at Ray, as the video began jumping from scene to scene of her sexual
debauchery from the past week. "But you seem to lick all the other
guys' balls slut." he observed, as scene after scene showed her doing
just that, with multiple partners.
Debra sat there, her eyes glued to the television screen, as she
watched the quick thirty second clips of her activities over the past
week. It was obvious to her, that several of the situations that she
had been placed in, had been done so that the video could be shown on
the Internet. Small tags were at the bottom of several of the clips,
advertising this dot-com or that one. And all of the sites were very
explicit in nature, XXXbang.com and others such sites scrolled across
the screen. There was still unchewed food in her mouth, as her jaw
dropped open, as she watched clip after clip of her performing the
various scenes of depravity.
Mr. Bradley got up from the table, and moved behind her chair,
allowing her to stare at the scenes flashing quickly before her. "I
could have let this all be seen. I could have left you at the dungeon,
you would dead by now, had I not interjected myself into your
situation. Now, you are going to work for me." he said, moving his
hands to her shoulders. You are going to fuck or suck anyone, and any
way, that I tell you to. That is your only choice." he said smugly.
"You're being given a second chance Deb. You should have gotten the
hints I gave you years ago. You can either do this, or go back to the
dungeon, and finish fucking the farm animals. It's your choice, make
it!" he explained pulling her small body from the chair.
He kicked the small metal chair out from under her, and forced her,
face down, onto the food covered table. Bunching her thin tube top up
under her heaving tits, she found herself pressed into the food on the
table. With one boob in a plate full of sausage and bacon, and the
other pressed into a bowl of eggs, Mr. Bradley slipped his cock into
her unprepared, but well used cunt. He pushed her face down into the
plate of toast, as she grunted in discomfort and sorrow.
The tempo of his strokes increased, as his cock grew more rigid inside
of her. He was now salivating, his drool dripping on her back, as he
viciously rammed his cock inside of her cunt.
"You're a better fuck than Linda ever was! I knew you would be. You're
such a slut. I love the feeling of stuffing my cock inside you, you
fucking whore." he said hatefully.
He pulled his cock free of her cunt, lifted it the few degrees
necessary to push it into her ass.
She cried out "No!", as he pushed his impressively huge cock into her
incredibly sore ass.
Mr. Bradley just laughed at her cries of protest and pain, as he
pushed his cock even more harshly into her tight, unlubricated
passage. He took his hand from the back of her head just long enough
to grab a sausage, and stuff it into her mouth, before again smashing
the side of her face into the toast.
"Suck that sausage you whore!" he said, now pistoning away at full
speed, into her ass.
Chapter 16

Debra was in complete disbelief of her situation, as she felt her face
being rubbed back and forth over the lightly toasted, and well
buttered bread. Her body continued rocking back and forth on the food,
covering the shiny cold metal table. Her flailing arms had knocked
over a pitcher of maple syrup, and her stomach was now coated in the
sticky goo.
"Oh yeah!!!! I've even got some jobs already lined up for your fine
little ass." Mr. Bradley said, again dripping his saliva onto her
back. "You know, I think you'll close some really fine deals between
these legs of yours." he added hammering his prick into her sore and
abused ass.
After several minutes of rapid pounding, he stopped, his cock buried
in her ass to the hilt. Debra didn't move under him, expecting to feel
the release of his sperm in her ass at any moment. He pulled his cock
almost free of her sphincter, and then rammed it all of the way back
in violently. He then again slowly withdrew his cock again, before
repeating the process over and over, again and again. His pace
continued to increase with each painful thrust. Her ass was unbearably
sore already, and his painful thrusts felt like tearing daggers,
slicing her tender ass hole apart.
The pain began causing tears to streak down her face, as she again
dealt with yet another assault. As his pace continued to increase, he
missed on one of his strokes, and stabbed his cock into the skin
around her pulverized anal eye. She screamed in pain, as he tried to
jam his prick back into her ass. As she screamed in pain, he took a
hold of her tossing head, and pulling her by her hair, brought her
head up to his own.
"Scream Deb! Scream for all that you're worth. There is plenty more
where this came from slut!" he said, laughing in her ear. His hand now
twisting her hair about painfully, as he violently forced his cock
deep into her ass. "You're mine! Say it Debra, tell me that your mine.
Tell me that you're my slut." he screamed, violently jerking her hair.
"I'm your slut! Oh god, I'm your slut! Ouch!!" she screamed back at
him, in pain.
His seed erupted into her bowels, as he let out a howl of dominance
over her. Before his ejaculation had ended, he had pulled his cock
free of her ass, pulled her from the table, and forced her to her
knee's, where he quickly thrust his still pulsing rod into her open
mouth.
"Eat shit Deb. Your own shit that is." he said, coming down from his
own climax. "Clean it off!" he screamed, when she made no movements on
the cock in her mouth. "Fucking lick it clean slut!" he commanded,
twisting her hair in his hand.
Debra had become all too familiar with the flavors of the juices that
she now tasted in her mouth. Although still disgusted by the taste and
the smell of it, it was more the conscious thoughts that caused her
stomach to turn, than the actual physical act of sucking his shit
covered cock clean. She ran her tongue around his prick, as she sucked
the juices from it, making a loud, lewd slurping noise, as she worked
on it voraciously. Mr. Bradley looked down at his new acquisition, and
thought of how strange it was.
In fact, she was older, and not as attractive as the woman that he was
now using in his business dealings. If it not for the fact that he
always felt like she was the little fish that got away, he probably
would have left her in the dungeon. He had dropped the hints, and had
others like Linda give her the hints. But she had been oblivious to
them.
Mr. Bradley was a man that got what he wanted, and he had wanted
Debra. He was a little disappointed when she hadn't fallen all over
him, but he hadn't pushed it, as he had bagged Linda instead. But once
he had gotten his fill of her, he had instructed her to drop the hints
to Debra. In fact, he had Linda and two other girls from the office
tell Debra what she needed to do, to get ahead. But all Debra had done
was to laugh them off. Then she met this Ray, and soon she was
spending all of her spare time with him.
He had moved on to other women himself, but always kept the image of
Debra as the one that got away. She had been one of the few women in
his life that he had lusted after, that he had not fulfilled his
fantasy with. He then heard that she was the dungeon, and was on his
way there, when he heard of the troubles that Mr. Fass was having over
her not really being there willingly.
He had wanted her for so long, that he feared that having only one
shot with her wouldn't be enough, so he made a deal. He had bought her
freedom, and paid well for it. The three slaves that he had traded for
her, had been some of his finest, but as with all things, they where
only possessions to be traded like any other commodity. While the
business sense in his mind told him that he was making a bad trade,
his other mind had plans of its own.
When he felt that she had done as he had asked, he finally pulled his
spent cock from her mouth. He then pulled her to her feet, bacon
dangling from one breast, and eggs stuck on the other. He pushed her
back onto the table suddenly, feeling hungry.
Debra closed her eyes, feeling very sick, and close to vomiting. She
now found herself lying on her back, on the remnants of the breakfast
that she had been enjoying only minutes ago. Her back ached, as she
lay on what she guess was a spoon and a plate in the small of her
back. Mr. Bradley had begun to eat the food from her body, as she lay
heaving underneath him.
His tongue lapping the food from her skin was strangely erotic to her,
causing sparks to shoot through her skin. His tongue lapping at the
syrup, small nibbles on her skin, as he bit the food off her. She
began moaning from his touch.
He had dipped a sausage link into her cunt, before eating it in two
large bites. He next licked the syrup from her belly, flicking
everywhere at her skin, delicately touching her with his tongue's
course texture. She lay whimpering on the cold table from her
miserable position, and continuing agony.
After several more minutes he finished his meal, having dined off of
her body. Without bothering to clean himself up, or even pull up his
pants, he moved back over to his chair, as she slid off of the table.
"Take a seat slut." he demanded, in a cold uncaring voice.
Debra took her seat, pulling the cold metal chair back to the table,
she had also noticed that the monitor across from her was still
showing scenes of her infidelities. She took a seat, and lowered her
gaze from the monitor, disgusted once again by her actions.
"I have told you already that I have gone to great trouble to free you
from the dungeon, and the certain fate that you would have met there.
You put the future of many people on the line, with your little
escapade!" he told her, scolding her like a child.
She looked up at him ready to correct him, to tell him that she wasn't
behind any of it. But the look that she saw in his eyes, told her that
it would only get worse for her, if she did.
"Now I did this because I like you Debra." he said, a little more
upbeat. "I also know that you're a hard worker, and will work hard to
pay me back, right?" he asked her.
She stared at him, imagining what he meant, and all the implications
of it.
"I'm right aren't I Deb?" he asked again, more annoyed now.
"Yes." she replied, as she again lowered her head, not wanting to look
at him.
"You'll help me close some deals?" he asked, and paused, taking a deep
breath "No matter what it takes, isn't that right Debra."
"Yes." she again replied.
"Good. Your only about six hours away from going home. You're willing
to prove your commitments to me now, aren't you Debra?" he asked,
again in a more sympathetic voice.
Debra nodded her head, not able to verbally acknowledge him.
"Look. I've gone to a lot of trouble, and expense, to make sure that I
got back all of the pictures, videos, and computer disks, that they've
taken of you. They show all of the shit that you've pulled behind your
hubby's back this past couple of months. The men that `worked' you
over are gone. I have it on good authority that the dead will have to
walk the earth, before they'll ever bother you again. I've done all
that I can do to help you get back to your family, and try to live a
normal life again. All that I'm asking of you, is a little
reciprocation for my charity. However, if you don't wish to show me
your gratitude for my efforts, then perhaps I'll just return you to
the dungeon, and see what kind of a refund I can get for my
investment. I'm sure that they can gather another crowd for your
`FINAL' show." Mr. Bradley explained.
"No! No please! I'll do what you want, okay?" she replied, looking up
at him with pleading eyes, "I'll do anything, just let me go back to
my family please?" she begged.
"I told you already, just do what you're told, and you're on your way
home in six hours. Refuse and I send you back to the dungeon now. Who
knows, maybe you can work out a deal there. I mean it's not like you
would have a lot to lose at that point, you know.' he said, rubbing
his thumbs together.
"No I... I'll do whatever you want. I really just want to go home."
she pleaded with him. "I want to help you, I do, to, ah, show my
thanks for you helping me out, right?" she replied, trying to sound
enthusiastic about it.
"Really, well let's see if we understand one another Debra. As I told
you before I've had trouble making you understand me in the past, so I
want to make sure that we're on the same page." he said waving his arm
in the air, "I send you home in a few hours you see the kids to sleep
in your own bed, and enjoy your life, right?" he said, as she shook
her head in agreement, as he spoke.
"Now old Ray works five plus days a week down at the paper, from
what,8 to about 7? Well that's okay, because you're busy with the
kids, right?" he asked, as she continued shaking her head, happy to
hear about returning to the life she knew.
"That's what I thought. Of course, I understand the twins started
pre-school at the church a few weeks ago. So you have about four,
maybe five hours of free time, three days a week. Am I right Deb?" he
asked her.
"Yeah, that's right." she replied more apprehensively now, knowing
that he knew her schedule.
"Well you're gonna start going to the gym right after you drop the
twins off. I already took the liberty of paying the next year's worth
of day care, so that when they get out of pre-school, they'll go right
across the hall to the day care, until you pick Alley up, and then
them. Okay?" he asked, and paused.
"Okay." she answered, trying to smile.
"So you go to the gym down by the market, I have a membership card
already for you. You go downstairs to the locker room, change into the
clothes that I put in your locker, and then go into the office, right
there in the locker room. It's a private gym, and no one you know goes
there. I know the owner, and will make sure no one ever that you know
will get a membership there. Anyway, you'll leave through the basement
in the back, and pick up a different vehicle, that the owner will give
you the keys to, and then do what you do best." he said with a smirk.
"You close the deals for me, and I let you lead a normal life the rest
of the time." he said, opening his arms graciously, "I may of course
need to make other arrangements with you for special clients, but I
know we'll work something out." he continued, and then waited for her
answer.
"Yeah, I can uh do that. I mean it would..." she paused, trying to
find the words, "be what..." she took another long pause, "I mean it's
the least that I can do."
"Yes, I believe that's so." Mr. Bradley said, warming to her
acceptance. "So you understand what is expected of you, in order for
you to close deals for me."
"Yeah. I understand." she replied passively.
"And you're okay with that, as a way of paying me back for saving your
marriage, family and life?" he asked, hoping to have her sound more
willing.
"Yes, I would, uh, like to show my, well my apperception for your
help, of course." she replied, as yet another tear ran down her cheek,
as she accepted her fate.
"Really? Do you want me to trust you, to believe you?" he asked,
standing and gazing down at her. Her top now bunched up under her tits
and her skirt still bunched up above her hips.
"Yes, you should believe me. I do want you to trust me. I just want to
go home right now to my family, my life, as I haven't seen them in
over a week. I'll do whatever I have to do, to get my life back, and
save my marriage. Anything!" she replied desperately.
"Well then, you had best prove it now. I plan on you closing some
deals for me and you're going to start doing that today. I have had
something come up, and you're perfect for it. You prove to me today
that you'll do as you're told, and you'll be home just after dinner.
I'll then trust you to go to the gym on Wednesday, like I said. If you
fail me today, I'll send you back to the dungeon tonight, and ask for
a refund. Do we understand each other Debra?" he asked her, pulling
his pants up, and then zipping them.
"Yes I'll prove it to you, I will." she replied, crying hopefully.
"Excellent I think you should know that in showing that you will do
what you're told and with whom you're told one of the deals you'll
close today will be with someone of your acquaintance. I'll see to it
that you identity is protected and they'll never need to know its you
does this pose any problems for you?" he asked her his hands now
resting on her shoulders.
She hesitated as she quickly thought over her options or lack there
of. "No. No problem as long as they won't recognize me." She said
tearfully.
"Good. Leslie prepare her." he said, as he walked out of the room.
Debra was led out of the room by a tall blond wearing a leather
corset. She was taken to the bathroom and cleaned up and bathed. She
was clothed in a similar black corset, one that pushed her new, larger
breasts up and out, putting them on display obscenely, and she blushed
as she saw how obscene that they looked like this.
After heavily applying a thick coat of red lipstick Leslie had her
open her mouth as she held up a bottle of what looked like breath
freshener.
"This is a medical muscle relaxer that is used to keep the vocal
chords from being damaged during surgery. I am going to spray some in
the back of your throat it will keep you from talking, but should wear
off in about three hours or so. I got to tell you it taste bad so are
you ready?" she asked Debra.
Debra nodded her acceptance, and Leslie sprayed three squirts down her
throat. The liquid was vile tasting, and caused her throat to tingle.
________________________________________
Mr. Bradley hand changed his clothes and entered his office. Sitting
in the fine leather chair, Mr. Whalen was reading over the contract
papers that he had been presented with earlier in the month.
"Thanks so much for coming Warren. I know it was short notice, plus it
being a Sunday and all. Look, I've heard about your separation from
Lois, and let me tell you how sorry I am to hear about it." Mr.
Bradley began in his boardroom manner, confident and secure.
"Thank you. I was just on my way to Europe, so I thought it was best
if we met before I left. I have looked over you offer, but we're just
not looking to sell at this time." he said, tossing the papers onto
the desk.
"Warren, look I know you think I'm trying to come in and wrestle
control from you, while your going through some personal issues, but
that's not really how it is. I made you a good offer, and with open
ended options. I assure you that it will be to your benefit to sell
now, before the divorce, and she gets half of everything. I have
already been approached by her lawyers, and she wants to sell. I'm
only offering you the deal now, to prevent it from getting ugly
later." he explained.
"What? That bitch has already had her lawyers contact you! Why I
should let her drown in that hot tub, that blood sucking witch!" he
replied angrily.
"Yes, but I'm not the only one she's contacted. Her people have talked
to all sorts of other interested parties. In the divorce, she'll get
half, and that she'll sell anyway. Once she sells, you'll lose your 51
percent interest, and your shares won't be nearly as valuable to other
buyers, as you'll lose control of the whole thing. Let me help you
now, and avoid the quagmire later." he said, pleading his case.
"I can't believe that frigid bitch would do this. I just don't know.
Let me think about it a little." he said, gritting his teeth in
aggravation.
"Europe huh? What's on the other side of the pond?" Mr. Bradley asked.
"Women other than Lois. Maybe I'll find someone a little less, you
know, than the misses was." Warren said, still fuming over his new
found knowledge.
What part of Europe are you going to?" Mr. Bradley asked, trying to
work in his plan.
"Amsterdam!" Warren replied, his voice playful with the answer.
"Oh Amsterdam! I love the city more specifically the clubs. I have
memberships to several that I could arrange for you to get a guest
pass to, if you'd like." Mr. Bradley offered, just as friendly as he
could. Warren first shook his head, then, as though having a change of
mind, began nodding his head in acceptance.
"You know that may be just what I need. It's been a long time since
I... well it's been a long time anyway." he commented.
"Really! Well then, perhaps I could interest you in a sample of my
gratitude. I have someone here this morning, and she's really wanting
to prove to me that she can get the job done, so why don't you
interview her for me, and let me know what you think." Mr. Bradley
said, opening the office door.
"No, I really couldn't, it's not me, I mean, it's, uh, well I just
can't." Mr. Whalen began to say.
"Please look at her before you make up your mind, okay?" Mr. Bradley
begged, as he led him from the room.
________________________________________
Debra had been dressed as she had so many times in the dungeon. A
corset, stockings, a garter, and heels. A collar had been placed
around her neck, and then a leather hood was placed over her head. Her
hair had been pulled through a hole in the back of the hood in a pony
tail.
Leslie had then taken the rings from her fingers, and put elbow length
gloves on her. The hood fit over her head and neck, there was a large
hole over her mouth and nose, to allow her to breath and use her lips
and tongue. It zipped up in the back to close it tightly over her
face. Their were eye holes so that she could see everything that was
about to happen to her.
Debra was then led to a room with a large round bed in the middle of
two couches, on either side of the mattress. Debra was laid down on
the bed, and Leslie instructed her to use her tongue. At first she
wasn't sure what she meant, but then Leslie straddled Debra's head,
her crotch above her mouth. Once Debra had began licking the other
woman's crotch, she felt the blond begin licking hers. She was
horrified by the description that Leslie gave her, describing her
stiff lips and pulsing clit. The blonde told Debra how exited she must
be, as she drove her tongue into the poor housewife twat.
The door to the room opened, and as it did, Leslie spun to Debra's
face on her knees. She told her to just keep licking her out, and if
she doesn't make her come soon, she'll be sent back to the dungeon.
She then returned to sucking Debra's stiff clit.
"Here we are." Mr. Bradley said.
"Oh my!" Warren said, seeing the two women licking each others
pussies. "I, uh, I don't think..." he began.
Debra's ears perked up. Of the voices she easily recognized Mr.
Bradley's. The other voice she knew as well, but that couldn't be, she
thought, wishing that Leslie wasn't sitting on her face, so that she
could confirm her suspicions.
"Please just watch the show, think about my offer, and if you decide
to join in, just go for it. Leslie there is just seeing if Debra's up
for the job." he explained.
Leslie's legs closed over Debra's head, her thighs constricting over
her skull muffling the sound's that Debra could hear.
"Oh master, I think she'll need a good fucking soon." Leslie said,
pulling her mouth away from Debra's pussy momentarily. "Debbie's
getting quite excited from all of this."
"I have a daughter named Debra." Warren said, enthralled by the show
going on in front of his eyes.
"Oh yeah, that's right. I forgot about that. Well, you can call her
anything you want. Enjoy the show, and I'll talk to you before you
leave." Mr. Bradley said, walking out and closing the door behind him.
Chapter 17
After only a few more minutes in the other woman's embrace, Debra
found herself diving her own tongue at Leslie's clit. Leslie's expert
licking of her own clit had driven Debra to the brink of an orgasm,
and she was driven to do the same to Leslie. She found herself on the
brink of an orgasm for more than ten minutes, as Leslie expertly kept
her on the verge of a climax, without allowing her her release.
Leslie felt Debra's heavy breathing, and felt her body trembling under
hers. Debra's efforts hadn't gone unnoticed by Leslie either, who had
orgasmed once already. She wondered how Debra had liked it, as she was
known to be quite the gusher. She assumed that Debra had found it
enjoyable, as she never slowed down, and was now close to driving her
to a second, even more powerful climax.
Leslie had kept a close eye on Mr. Whalen, who was now stroking his
erect cock through his thin slacks. She lifted her head from Debra's
cunt, and smiled at him.
"Debra would be more than happy to help you with that Master." she
told him, clenching her thighs tightly around Debra's head.
"Yeah I'll bet she would!" he said enthralled by the spectacle in
front of him. He stood and walked over to the bed.
"Yes it would mean so much for both of us, and she really needs the
release. And I know that you'll find that you'll like it very much
yourself." she told him softly, lifting up onto her knees "If you'll
come over here Master, I will please you." she added passionately.
Warren walked over to her. He no longer had any reservations about Mr.
Bradley's offer. As soon as he was close enough, Leslie reached out
and began undoing his pants. She undid his belt and then had his pants
down to his ankles, followed quickly by his boxer shorts. His cock was
in her mouth in less than 10 seconds after her disrobing him. She
suckled his cock for a minute or two, while she helped him unbutton
his shirt, and slip off his t-shirt.
She let his cock fall from her mouth, as she leaned over and kissed
him passionately. "Look at me, hogging you all to myself. Debra will
never forgive me. Here let her have a taste of you, stud." she said,
as seductively as possible.
Leslie stood up quickly, being careful to keep herself between Debra
and her father. "Get up get on all fours Deb, I've got something else
for you babe." she said, as though the two women were longtime lovers.
Debra rolled over, and climbed up onto her hands and knees. As she
tried to look around the room, Leslie reached between her legs,
massaging her engorged clit between her fingers. In response, Debra
closed her eyes, and threw her head back in a lust haze, that
prevented her from seeing that it was her own daddy who was about to
thrust his cock into her mouth.
Leslie motioned for Warren to approach her face, as she continued
rubbing Debra's pussy. She leaned over and told Debra to "open up",
and without even thinking any more about it, she simply opened her
mouth, as she had become used to sucking whatever was placed in her
mouth over the past weekend at the dungeon. As the cock plunged into
her mouth, Leslie moved around behind her. She bent down, pulling a
tray out from under the bed, and quickly slid between Debra's legs, as
she drove her tongue into her cunt.
The cock drove deeply into her mouth, and Debra had opened her eyes
several times, between minor orgasms, but could only see the man's
belly closing in on her face. His cologne was very familiar to her,
and coupled with the voice that she had heard earlier, it scared the
hell out of her, as she suspected that the man must be her father.
Finally, after several deep thrusts, the man pulled back and free of
her mouth. He took a hold of her pony tail, and pulled her head up,
and looked down into her eyes.
"Come on honey, that feels so good!" he said, plunging his cock back
into his hooded daughter's mouth.
Debra was petrified, but instinctually she began sucking his cock, as
her whole body now went numb out of the realization that the man using
her was indeed her own father, even if he didn't know that he was
about to fuck his own daughter. Leslie began driving her tongue back
into her cunt, distracting her from reacting adversely to knowing who
her latest 'lover' was.
Debra was amazed at her father's endowments. Though she had never seen
his naked cock before, she had overheard her parents having sex, and
had even sneaked up to listen to them going at it, when she was a
teenager, living at home. She knew that her father would always bring
her mother to several loud, screaming orgasms, as they enjoyed marital
sex, but now she had a better idea of why, as he sported a long, about
8" in length, she guessed, and thick prick. While it certainly wasn't
the longest, nor the thickest cock that she had to service over the
past week of her sexual slavery, it was nevertheless substantial. She
knew that there was no chance that she wouldn't cum, while he plumbed
her depths, as they incestuously coupled, and was already ashamed of
responding like a slut in heat, as he fucked her mouth, as she
voraciously suckled on his prick.
She was in total disbelief over what was happening to her. What was
her loving father doing here, and why wasn't he home with Mom. Weren't
they leaving for Europe today or tomorrow? Of course she had no idea
that their marriage was on the rocks, and that they would soon be
getting divorced, and she couldn't believe that her father was
cheating on her mother.
Leslie had dipped her fingers into an Oriental stimulant, and was now
massaging it all over Debra's cunt, especially on her clit. After she
felt that she had applied it sufficiently, she picked up a paddle and
handed to Warren.
"Give her a few good swats to warm her up, before you take her for a
ride." she instructed him, "It will allow her to feel everything more
intensely."
He looked first at Leslie, then at the paddle, and finally at Debra's
ass, which was sticking up high in the air, as if begging to be
paddled. His first swat was gentle, and more of a test, than a true
swat.
"No, get her warmed up Master! She needs it." Leslie said impatiently.
Hearing the pleading in the blonde's voice, he pulled his arm back,
and let loose with a powerful swat. He needed no more encouragement to
show this whore how a woman should truly be treated. He had never been
one to go gentle in business, or in the bed. This hadn't been his
first marital indiscretion. Now, with his divorce looming ahead, he
had taken enough gruff from women, especially his wife, and it was
time to give a little grief, rather than getting it.
Debra's eyes shot open in pain and surprise, as the wooden paddle came
down hard on her bare ass. She almost gagged on her father's cock, in
reaction to the pain from the swat.
"Who's your daddy Deb?" Leslie screamed, as she watched Debra's
reaction to the pain. "Again!" she hollered out, encouraging Warren to
continue.
Swat! Swat! Swat! three more powerful blows followed to her already
abused ass. She was in a pain like hell, and combined with her
emotional distress, gave her situation the most almost unreal of
feelings. She felt like a little girl again, as her father continued
raining blows with the paddle on her increasingly pained buttocks, and
at the same time, like the lowest of sluts, as she continued
pleasuring her own father with her mouth. She heard Leslie continuing
to encourage her father by screaming "Who's your Daddy!" repeatedly,
as her own father kept saying, "How do you like that, you bad little
girl!" as he thrust his cock even harder and deeper into her mouth
between swats.
"Okay. You've now got her warmed up. Its time to give her the ride of
her life!" Leslie encouraged enthusiastically.
Without any hesitation, Warren pulled free of his daughter's mouth,
and moved onto the bed behind her. She tried to pull away, as her
father began to slide his cock into her cunt, but Leslie grabbed her
pony tail, and pulled her back, keeping her in position, as her father
unknowingly drove his cock into his own daughter's cunt.
Warren took the handful of hair from Leslie's hand, and used it like a
handle, as he pulled her head back to him with each inwards thrust
into her from behind. Leslie, in the meantime, had retrieved a pair of
weighted clamps, and applied one to each of Debra's nipples. The 8 oz
weights dangled back and forth below her, pulling down on her nipples,
and causing the clips to bite into them even more harshly, as she
rocked back and forth under her father's powerful strokes.
Debra's repulsion over what was happening, was almost unbearable, as
she had tried to scream out for him to stop, but due to the throat
numbing spray, that had frozen her vocal chords, the few sounds that
she had managed to make, could never have been taken as words of
protest. She kneeled there under her father's brutal thrusts, as
Leslie directed him on what she liked.
"Pull her back to you by her tits!" "Yeah, grab that chain!" "Pull on
them!" "Harder!" "Pinch her Nipples! She really likes that." in
addition to many other suggestions for him, as he brought himself to a
climax inside of his daughter's pussy.
For all the shocking and terrible events of the ordeal, the worst had
been her own reaction to her father's pounding. She had already been
brought to a highly aroused state by Leslie's expert tongue, but
between that, and the stimulant that she had spread all over her cunt
lips and clit, it was impossible for her not to have a very intense
orgasm, under her father's brutal thrusts. And even worse, she had two
of them.
Warren had reached below the busty whore, and grabbed the base of each
metal clamp squeezing them tightly together. The pain was
excruciating, as the metal clamps bit painfully into her tender
nipples. He then tugged the chains and weights back towards his legs,
painfully pulling her tits obscenely down into two perfectly shaped
cones, as her nipples stretched out like rubber bands. She tried
desperately to scream, begging him to stop, but as she tried to scream
out "Daddy please stop!" the noise escaping her mouth sounded more
like a dolphins squeal, and her father even thought that it sounded
like squeals of delight.
She had climbed that sexual peak twice, while her father worked to
bring himself off. She hated herself for that, cuming as her father
fucked her like some lowly whore. She was further distressed when she
felt him spray his fraternal seed into her womb, as she didn't have
any protection, and he could conceivably impregnate her.
The groan that accompanied his release, brought further directions
from Leslie. "Come up here, and let her clean you up Daddy!" she told
him, as she helped Debra rollover onto her back. She had soon directed
Warren into his daughter's mouth again, while she dipped her fingers
into Debra's wet snatch, playing with her ultra sensitized clit again.
She then took a finger, coated in globs of semen and juices from
Debra's own sex, and slipped it into Debra's mouth.
"So how does Big Daddy taste Deb? You do like his flavor, don't you
Baby?" she asked, looking deeply into Debra's wide opened and panicky
eyes.
She then moved back down to Debra's crotch, slipping her fingers back
into her freshly fucked cunt. She began moving her index finger
between Debra's cunt and her ass hole, working her fingers deeply into
each orifice. Debra lay there in panic, staring up at her father, the
man who raised her and babied her. He had been so protective of her as
a child, and yet, here he was, now stuffing his cock down her throat.
She realized that he didn't know that it was his own baby girl who he
was fucking, but still...
Leslie had taken a generous coating of the stimulant, and placed it
over her index finger, which she was working in and out of Debra's
anal bud. Once she felt her finger finally sliding in and out easily,
she worked in her second finger. Now with both her index and ring
fingers spearing into Debra's sphincter she dripped an even larger
glob of the stimulant over her buried fingers and began working it in
the poor woman.
Warren's attention had been drawn to Debra's now larger tits, the two
huge mammaries had been pushed up obscenely, due to the corset that
she wore, and her large erect nipples, clamped as they were, stuck out
proudly at attention, on her tanned tits. He briefly looked into the
girl's eyes, and for a moment, he thought that he saw some sense of
recognition, but his train of thought quickly changed to the prone
woman's naked body. He was obsessed with her chest, and soon he was
sucking on her nipples, as though actually trying to draw milk from
the large round melons.
His cock had gone soft, but was quickly regaining its rigidness, as he
suckled her nipples, while she continued to service him orally. Leslie
had taken note of his regaining erection, and helped him to fully
regain his erection by tickling his balls. When he was obviously hard,
she began urging him to have another go at it, telling him that he
still hadn't stretched her ass yet. She also encouraged him to maul
her tits, while she got Debra's ass ready for him.
Warren had dislodged one of the clamps on her nipples, and was biting
on it, and had begun tugging on the other, trying to determine just
how hard he would have to pull on it, to break it free of the nipple
that it was clamped to. Finally, bored with her chest, he reached out
and took the wooden paddle that was still lying on the bed. He smacked
each breast several times, then turned his attention to her cunt.
The first swat on her pussy caused her to try and close her out
stretched legs, but with Leslie kneeling between them, this wasn't
going to happen. He smacked her again and again, in short quick swats,
holding the paddle just inches above her sensitive nether lips.
Each strike of the paddle hit both of her lips. Engorged and aroused
as they were, they were also flowered open, and allowed the paddle to
make contact with her clit. The strokes sent painful shocks through
her body, and up into her brain.
It took twenty minutes of Debra's tongue skills to bring her father
back to proper readiness, and as soon as she had him fully erect
again, she was pulled over to the side of the bed, her legs spread
wide, and pulled back and up in the air. Her ass was now at the proper
elevation for being penetrated, and Leslie instructed him to stick his
cock into her 'tight' ass.
He actually pushed Leslie away, as he sawed his cock into Debra's ass,
as she saw stars, the first strokes of her ordeal was so painful.
Leslie came closer to the fornicating couple several times, but after
he began to painfully pinch Debra's nipples, she gave up, and simply
cheered him on from a distance.
The pain of the anal sex that she was enduring from her father's cock
was inconsequential to the humiliation of the incestuous ordeal. The
ten minutes that it took for her father to fill her bowels with his
seed, had allowed her the time to reflect on just how sick the entire
taboo ordeal was making her. She wasn't surprised in the least, when
Leslie told him to let her clean him off afterwards. She sucked the
filthy fluids and licked the pieces of shit from her father's soiled
cock, staring at him in disgust, as he again fondled her breasts.
Leslie had tried to get him to go again, but he insisted that he was
spent. She had offered to let him whip, spank, beat or bind Debra in
any way that he might desire. But he still insisted that he was far
too tired for any further activities with the two ladies. He thanked
them both for their services and offered them money for their time.
Leslie told him that wasn't necessary, and that it had been their
pleasure, as she helped him dress. Debra just laid there, collapsed on
the bed in complete denial of what she had just endured. Her father
approached her when he was finished dressing, and pulled her face to
his by her pony tail. He gave her a deep passionate kiss, burying his
tongue into her mouth. He again expressed his thanks to the two women
and left.
As soon as the door closed, the one on the opposite side of the room
opened, and six large black men came in, each holding his erect cock
in his hand.
Warren was met in the hallway by Mr. Bradley. "So, what did you think?
Shall I give her the job?" he asked with a cocky grin on his face.
"Boy I'll say, that was the best I've ever had!" Warren declared,
unaware that he was speaking of his own flesh and blood.
"Excellent! Then she's hired! So have you given my other offer anymore
thought? I know that I can arrange for similar entertainment at any of
our future meetings. And they'll do whatever you like." Mr. Bradley
said, hoping not to have to reveal the identity of his newest slut,
but willing to do so, if it became necessary.
"Yeah, yeah, I have to screw Lois you know! I say let's do it. I think
I'm looking forward to doing more business with you here in the
future." Warren said, as his daughter began closing another business
deal for Mr. Bradley.
Chapter 18
Debra looked up as she heard the second door open, her eyes went wide
with fear. She had already been through so much already this morning,
that she wasn't sure that she could handle anymore abuse or bliss. The
several orgasms that she had been given by her father's cock had
drained what little energy that she had, and now she was exhausted.
Leslie greeted the men enthusiastically, telling them that Debra had
just done her own father, and that they were getting sloppy seconds.
The group of well endowed men didn't seem to mind however, as one of
the men immediately walked up to her, and unzipped her hood. He pulled
the leather off of her face, then gingerly stuffed his cock into her
mouth. She bobbed up and down on the dick with as much enthusiasm as
she could. She looked up as one of the other men pulled her left arm
up, and placed her hand on his rigid cock. Then another man, sporting
the largest cock of the group, guided her right hand to his cock.
"Smile Deb" Leslie called, out as a flash popped in the room.
Debra looked up to see Leslie behind a camera mounted on a tripod.
"I said smile! Now look over here and smile." Leslie told her, as she
flashed another photo.
Debra hesitated to smile at first, but then remembering her promise to
do as she was told, and made her best effort to smile, while she
sucked the cock in her mouth. She had noticed that the men had closed
her hands over their cocks and were stroking them for her, but she was
soon doing it on her own. She kept on sucking the cock in her mouth,
while stroking the cock in each hand, as one of the other men began to
climb on the bed with her. He moved in between the group of men, and
worked his cock into her already well fucked cunt. The stimulant that
Leslie had spread over her pussy was still wreaking havoc on the poor
young mother, as she felt herself rise to yet another orgasm.
Debra looked up and tried to smile around the cock in her mouth, with
each of Leslie's request. After several minutes of her positioned like
this, Leslie told the men to switch, and so they did.
Debra was next pulled over to the lap of the man sporting the largest
of the group's cocks, and worked herself down onto his massive tool,
as he sat on the edge of the bed. Once he had established himself
inside of her, one of the other men, who up to this point had only
stood by and watched, climbed up on the bed, and stood next to her
head.
"Suck him, and smile Deb." Leslie told her, as she snapped several
more pictures of her obscene behavior.
As Debra turned her head to take the cock into her mouth, the man
whose cock she was currently impaled on, laid back on the bed. Two
more of the men joined in, and the three friends on the bed climbed
over to her on their knees. Again her hands where placed on the cocks,
and after only a few strokes, to get her going, she was jerking them
off like an expert.
Snap! Snap! Snap! came the sounds of Leslie taking pictures of her.
She was happy with Debra's performance, and with her willingness to
follow directions. She had all but given up on directing the men, as
they had now lost all control, as they began using Debra however they
wished. She could still get Debra to look up and smile every time she
thought that she had an interesting shot, but the men were now in it
only to get laid.
Debra had been tossed back and forth from one position to another
several times, moving from one man's lap to another's. Rolled over and
taken doggie style twice, and forced to stand on her head, as one of
the men pounded into her, almost jack hammering her head into the
mattress. She had eight more orgasms while she serviced the group of
men.
They had taken her in twos, threes, fours and fives even. She would
find herself sitting on one man's cock and having another stuffed in
her cunt with it. This all happened while she sucked a cock in her
mouth and stroked one in each hand. Sometime during the ordeal she had
lost the corset and was now covered in the sweat and juices of herself
and her six partners. She had been brutalized by these men for well
over three hours and worst of all she while mentally and emotionally
hating every moment of it she had been aroused and enjoyed every touch
and pinch of the physical ordeal.
She heard them discussing what they were going to do to her, as she
was again shifted into a new position, and was shocked when they asked
if she wanted to. The men had wanted to double team her, having one
man stick his cock into her ass, and then having another take her cunt
from the front. In the week that she had spent as a whore, she
couldn't remember anyone ever asking what she wanted, or if she was
wanting to do anything really. Unfortunately she knew exactly what her
answer had to be, and so she answered yes, that she would love to,
wanting to make things as easy for herself as she could.
One of the men the one sporting the most massive rod, moved to the
edge of the bed. Debra was guided over to him, and then helped down
onto his cock.
He took several strokes in her cunt, and then asked if she was ready
for him to stick it into her ass. She found her body had really
enjoyed the strokes of his massive cock in her over stimulated cunt,
and was surprised when she heard the pleasure oozing in her voice, as
she cooed, "Oh yesss!"
She was equally shocked to find that she was finally able to speak,
now that the muscle relaxer had finally worn off.
"Okay honey." he told her, and helped her lift herself up off of his
massive cock. Then he held her there, as she lined up his enormous
cock with her anal sphincter. He asked her if she was ready again, she
heard herself moan yes, and he lowered her onto his tool. She felt the
massive prick penetrate her ass, as she held it in place, as she was
lowered onto it. The initial penetration causing her to whimper, but
after her rectum stretched to accommodate the freakishly large cock,
she felt ripples of pleasure pulsing up throughout her body. He
allowed her to bottom out on his tool, and then gently began rocking
her back and forth on his massive organ. He kept this going for a
minute or two, until Debra's labored breathing had slowed.
"Are you ready for the other one honey?" the man in her ass asked her
gruffly.
"Oh yeahh!" she said, her voice sounding distant and labored, as she
moved back and forth on the huge organ.
As the second man neared her cunt, he also asked her if she was ready.
He then asked her where she wanted to keep her legs, and was this
comfortable, after positioning her? "Does this hurt?" he asked, and
kept asking her questions, having her show her concern for her own
comfort and willingness to proceed. "You really you want to do it?" he
asked her, just before he slid his cock into her cunt. He thrust into
her several times, before pulling all of the way out. His exit caused
a disappointed sigh to leave her.
"Do you want me to put it back in?" he asked, already sure of what her
answer would be.
"Yes please." she answered, no longer having to think about how to
answer.
"Ask for it then." he told her quietly.
She didn't think twice, as she moved her head from side to side from
the erotic pleasure that the cock in her ass was causing her. "Oh
please put it back in. Please!" she begged, her eyes closed, and she
was panting.
"Put what back in?" he asked her, teasing the helpless young woman.
"Your cock. Oh please put your cock back into me, please." she begged,
as her forehead crinkled, as the man inside of her ass, drove his cock
up into her bowels, with a gentle thrust of his hips.
Having asked for it so needily, she got it, and he slid his cock back
into her cunt, and began sawing into her in earnest. She orgasmed
again inside of a minute, as the two cocks slid in and out of her in
unison, inside of her two passages. It took five minutes, but then the
man in her cunt spoke, as he was ready to explode inside her.
"Oh baby, I'm gonna blow. Do you want to taste it?" he asked her, now
breathing heavily himself.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" was her first response, so he asked again, "Do you want
to taste it baby?"
Finally, she made a recognizable response, "ye, yea, yees!" she
finally got out between the two men's powerful strokes.
He pulled out of her cunt, and stood on the bed. He gently turned her
head to face his cock, and told her to open up. As he did, another man
approached her from the front, and asked her if she wanted a
replacement. She mumbled something, and since it was close to sounding
like a yes, he drove his cock into her still gaping cunt. She grunted,
as the new cock penetrated her, and began to turn away from the cock
at her face.
"I thought that you wanted to taste it, didn't you babe?" the man
standing at her face said.
"Yeah, Yeah." she replied in between pants, no longer able to
concentrate on anything other than the cocks plumbing her depths.
He again roughly guided her face towards his glistening prick, and
asked her to open her mouth wider. She made an effort to open her
mouth wider, not really thinking, as she was in a daze. His first
stream went high, landing across the bridge of her nose. The second
jet was more successful, half landing in her mouth, with the rest
splattering on her chin. She finally opened her eyes, as the third
stream jetted out, and landed on her forehead. She lifted her head in
an attempt to try and catch the fourth stream, not wanting any more of
the vile seed on her face, or in her hair.
She had some success, as most of it sprayed into her mouth, but the
rest fell onto her upper lip. He felt the end nearing, and pushed her
mouth to his cock, slipping his cock into her mouth for the last
several squirts of his seed. When he finally pulled free of her mouth,
her tongue darted out and licked the cum from her upper lip. The truth
was that she had done so, not because she enjoyed the taste, but
because having the goo sitting there bothered her, but to the men, and
to the camera, still taking shots of her slutty actions, it certainly
looked like she couldn't get enough of the thick vicious fluid.
She was rocked between the cocks again, until the man now in her cunt
asked if she wanted a taste. However, since she was no longer in the
throes of an orgasm, having come down from her sexual bliss, she
nodded her head acknowledging her willingness, and apparent wantonness
to suck some more sperm down. As he positioned himself at her face,
another of the six men moved in-between her legs, while the man in her
ass was still gently rocking her on his cock. His staying power was
certainly impressive. Again she was asked to ask for another cock, and
again she complied, though her response was now more tired and docile
sounding.
A fourth man had taken his turn in her cunt, and he too announced that
he was ready to blow his load over her face. The man pounding the
enormous cock inside of her ass finally moaned, and said that it was
time for him to explode as well.
She found herself pushed off of his lap, as she thrust her arms out,
to keep her from falling to the floor. The man, his cock still inside
of her ass, grabbed her hips, and began a forceful pounding of her
anal passage.
His gentle rocking was now a thing of the past, as he hammered into
her sphincter with as much force as he could. He held her hips
tightly, as he began stepping into each violent thrust. While she was
being brutally anal fucked, she found her head being lifted, and a
cock greeted her tearing eyes. It jetted a stream, sending it right up
her nose. She began to cough, causing her partner to jab his cock into
her mouth. Her body, now facing down, fought to swallow the vile fluid
that was now surging into her mouth, before it dribbled out and onto
the ground.
The grunts that she was making between slurps of the cock in her
mouth, were now those of pain, and not pleasure. The gigantic cock
ripping into her body at top speed was causing her mind to blur again,
from the rush of feelings flowing through her brain's nerve center. In
the next five minutes, the pain of his assault had turned to something
else, as she felt herself climbing the ladder of sexual bliss again.
The man in her mouth had pulled away from her, and she was left alone
with the huge cock pillaging her ass.
She felt herself losing control again, and thought that she would lose
her mind, as she began huffing heavily, trying to keep herself from
hyperventilating under the constant pounding. She had her eyes opened,
but couldn't see the men gazing at her glazed face, nor Leslie
snapping off a steady stream of photos. Her eyes rolled back in her
head, as the cock was driven into her rectum over and over again.
"You liken this now baby?" she heard in her ear, and then she
registered that it was the third of fourth time that she had been
asked. She thought of her response, and as her mind tried to decide
how to answer the question. She was amazed when she heard her own
voice respond, "YES! OH GOD YES!" screaming out her reply in a sexy,
husky voice.
"You like it rough don't you baby?" Someone called out as she neared
orgasm.
"Oh GOD YES!!!!" she screamed out.
You love to be talked dirty to don't you baby?" some one else ask her.
"OHH YEAHHHHH!!!" She cooed coming down from a mind shattering orgasm.
Finally the monster whose cock was stretching her ass to new extremes
pulled free of her ass and roughly pulled her face to his cock. She
licked him clean her tongue cleaning the juices and feces from his
enormous tool. She found herself on the floor as several of the other
men exploded on her nude form covering her from head to toe in the
seed she had been told to open up and she had. As she turned her head
to each man as he spewed trying to get the seed into her mouth.
She lay covered in cum and sweat exhausted from the ordeal as the men
thanked her for the fuck. She was shocked to hear herself tell them
"No thank you. It was my pleasure."
Chapter 19
Debra was taken back to the room she had awoke in. She had spent four
and a half hours servicing her father and then the other 6 men. She
was grateful to be allowed to take a long hot shower spending 45
minutes cleaning herself before stepping out of the steamy stall. She
wiped the steamed mirror down and gazed at her new body.
Her focus was of course drawn to her now greatly enhanced chest. She
wondered just what size bra she would need, for her newly enhanced
mammaries. At first she had convinced herself that she could just tell
Ray that she had lost some weight, thus making her breasts look
larger. But as she stared at her naked body, she didn't know how she
could have ever thought that that would work.
Her tits had gone from her normal, natural 34-B's to at least 36-D's,
and, even if Ray wasn't that observant, she knew that he would have to
notice a difference that big. She gazed at her reflection in the
mirror. her breasts had not only been enlarged, but the swelling had
made them perkier too, and the small sagging that she had seen in them
before, was now gone, as they stood out firm and proud from her body.
She finally looked at the rest of her body in more detail. She had
obliviously lost a considerable amount of weight in the week long
ordeal. The constant sex plus the lack of rest, had caused her to drop
at least 15 pounds, and her stomach had flattened out, looking more
like she had in college. She noted her tanned skin hid whatever marks
that she expected to find on her body, however, she noted that some
minor bruising had occurred between her thighs, and that the lips of
her cunt now splayed out from her pussy like puffy pedals of a large
flower. Her wet slit was peeking out of the center of her thickened
lips. She looked closer, happy to find no signs of the piercings that
she had removed from her body earlier.
The hickies and swat marks where all but gone, blending in with her
now darkly tanned skin. She was troubled by the absence of any tan
lines, wondering just how Ray would react to seeing her the way that
she looked now. She couldn't believe the major changes that she saw in
her own body. In addition to her stomach, she felt that her legs
looked trimmer and more fit, than when she left. At least she had told
him that she was going of to a health spa for a week of rest and
relaxation. After giving herself a thorough inspection, she had to
admit that she did indeed look better than she had when she left.
She was amazed that after all that she had been through, that she
looked so good. She had sort suspected that she look haggard, due to
the lack of sleep, and would have had more tell-tale marks on her
body, from her abuse. She inspected her ass, and other than feeling
like her sphincter was still gaping open, like her cunt was, she
couldn't find any real physical signs of her recent activities. She
looked for her tattoo, but somehow it too wasn't visible. She knew for
a fact that she had been tattooed, and wondered why anyone would
bother to spend that long working on her ass, and not use any ink.
She noted that her hair looked redder than she had ever colored it
herself, and to her surprise, the skin on her face and chest looked
smoother and softer than she remembered it having been when she left.
Maybe all the jokes about sperm being a good skin lotion had some
truth to them, she thought. She took some time and combed her hair,
using some of that time to think about what she had done, and accepted
her fate.
She felt as clean and made-up as she could, before she left the
implied safety of the bathroom, before going into the bedroom. She
found all of her suitcases and clothes sitting on the bed. She was
elated to see her own clothes, and felt some hope of finally returning
home to some since of normalcy, to see her children and Ray. She
looked through her bags, trying to see if anything was missing, but to
her surprise, everything seemed to be in order. She pulled out some
clothes to wear home, choosing some sweat pants, and a long sleeve
sweat shirt. She dug out a bra, and was shocked to find that it fit
her perfectly.
She took it off and looked at the tag, and it was a 34-B. She looked
it over and was sure that it looked identical to the bra's that she
had brought along with her, but it was definitely wasn't a 34B. She
noted that the stitching was over the top, and realized that someone
had removed the original tag, and stitched in a new one. Well, she
thought that she could still try to convince Ray that it was all just
his imagination, remembering that she had fought with him once when he
had suggested that she get a breast augmentation surgery, and
hopefully he would still be too scared to bring up the subject. She
finished dressing, happy that she looked almost normal, her new larger
breasts not obvious under the baggy clothes that she wore.
As she put the last of her clothes back into the suitcase, the door to
the bedroom opened, and in walked Mr. Bradley. He sat on the bed, and
looked her over.
"Well Deb you have lived up to your end of the deal, and have already
closed a huge deal for me. I am allowing you to return home, as we
agreed, but I must warn you not to forget your obligations to me. You
must show up at the gym no later than twenty minutes after you have
dropped the twins off at school. I know that you won't disappoint me,
my pet, and I'm sure that I know that I don't have to tell you what
your failure to do as you have promised would mean to you and your
family." he said, as serious as a heart attack.
She looked at him, and saw the total lack of feeling in his eyes, as
he gazed at her, like she was his newest possession. She took a moment
to think of a response that would please him.
"Yea I know. I want to, uh, help you, uh, to repay you, for all of
your help in, um, getting me out of trouble. I mean, I really owe you
a lot, and will do whatever I can to repay you, for all of your help."
she stammered, trying to think of things to please him. She stared
into his eyes, hoping to see some sense of how he took her response.
He stared back at her with a real poker face, not allowing any emotion
to be seen.
"I have found out that Ray will be home when you get there, I guess
your friends had promised him some sort of golf trip out of town, but
have been permanently indisposed, and unable to finish the
preparations for his trip. I don't know if you knew this or not, but
they had planned to show Ray all of your greatest videos and photos,
when he made it to Florida. I have of course made sure that Ray won't
have to see your abhorrent sluttish behavior. But you'll have to deal
with him this week I am afraid." he told her coldly.
Debra listened to this new information, shocked to hear of her former
captors plans, and thankful that he had put a stop to them, but
worried about having to explain things to Ray so soon. She looked down
at the ground, as she began to contemplate all that he had just told
her. She knew that he had done her a great favor, no matter what he
required of her in return. She then thanked him for not letting Ray
see those filthy videos and photos. With just a few more words,
reminding her of what was he expected of her, he sent her home.
Debra drove up in front of her house, thankful to be home again, a
place where she had many times during the past week thought that she
would never see again. She sat there in the car, trying to calm
herself down, before going in.
When she finally went in, it was as though she had never left. Marie
was in the kitchen preparing dinner, Frank was in the living room with
the kids, watching television, and Ray and Robert hadn't made it home
from the ball game yet.
She took her bags up stairs, as Marie made one of her usually rude
remarks, and Frank grunted his acknowledgment of her returning home.
She came down and spent an hour with the kids, just happy to see them.
At the end of the hour she had enough of Marie, however, and retreated
to her bedroom, just before Ray and Robert got home.
Ray came upstairs to tell her that dinner was ready, but she had
almost had a nervous breakdown by that point, and told him that she
was just going to lie down and rest. She claimed it had been a long
and exhausting day, and that she just wanted to rest. At first she was
relieved that Ray had commented on her appearance, and in missing her,
but then her disappointment turned to anger and hurt. She had been
gone for a week and endured so much to protect her family and marriage
but Ray hadn�t even missed her.
Ray came to bed just after ten and after unsuccessfully trying to
nudge her awake he began moving his hands over her body. She responded
as she had in the past by slapping his intrusive hand away and rolling
over. Ray knew his odds of coaxing sex from her once she had achieved
this level of rest was almost non-existent and so he lay down
accepting his fate he would wait another day to have sex with his
wife.
Debra had awaken when Ray entered the room but instead of
acknowledging his presence she played possum pretending to be in a
deep sleep. She felt his hands wonder over her body and she froze, if
she had sex would he know her cunt was still engorged and the lips of
her cunt still puffed out from the copious amounts of sex as well as
the drugs she had been injected with. She panicked and pushed his hand
away rolling over away from him. She held her breath hoping he would
leave her alone. She lay and waited thankfully he to rolled over and
was quickly asleep.
She lay there thinking over the events of the past week and what the
future held for her. She was home in her bed laying with her husband a
place she had thought she would never see again just a day ago. She
was thankful for all Mr. Bradley had done for her she knew he had
saved her life. She had no doubt that had she refused his offer Robert
would be called to the seen of a homicide finding her as the victim,
But how much would it cost her was yet to be seen. She fell off to
sleep sometime in the wee hours of the morning. She awoke to the kids
jumping on the bed Ray had already left for work.
She feed and washed the children happy Frank and Marie hadn�t shown up
yet. When she showered herself she dressed as baggy as possible and
found the phone ringing as she ran out of the bathroom. Marie had
picked up already and Debra heard the voice on the other end asking to
speak to lady of the house. As Marie began to say �Oh I guess that
would be me.� Debra interrupted her from her receiver.
�That�s Okay Marie I got it.� Debra chimed in annoyed by Marie. �Oh
sorry Dear I didn�t realize you had bothered to get up yet.� Marie
said. �Yes Marie I�m up and I�ve got this thank you.� Debra said
tempted to give her a piece of her mind. She simply replied �Thanks�
she waited and finally said �May I help you?� still not having heard
Marie set the phone down.
�Yes maim my name is Bradley and I am calling on behalf of the Good
will store.� He began to say Debra recognized the voice and knew she
needed to get Marie of the line. �Marie I said I�ve got this.� She
said sternly. The click of the other phone was quick and she answered
Mr. Bradley �Yes how may we help.� She said hoping Marie had really
hung up the phone. �Well we�re calling today to see if you have any
old clothes BRAS on LINGERIE you would like to get rid of or need
exchanged I will have a truck there in half an hour and you could pick
up the others on Wednesday.� He said still talking as though he was
from the Good will.
Debra had understood what he meant and happily accepted his offer to
modify her remaining clothes to perpetuate her lie. �Yes that would be
greatly appreciated.� She answered.
�And I show you are donating some time on Wednesday can we still
expect to see you at that time?� he asked the real question obvious.
�Yes I�ll be there as promised.� She said before the line went dead.
Debra quickly gathered her remaining bras and lingerie that now did
not fit and stuffed them in an old knitting bag she had never used.
She then stuffed two sweaters she had bought Ray but the dope had
never bothered to wear on top covering up what else was in the bag.
Debra descended the stairs to find Frank watching the television as
the Kids ran around playing. Marie was in the kitchen inspecting what
Debra had feed them for breakfast.
�Oh the Kid�s had cereal huh. You know Ray came over and had sausage
and eggs. You know it�s important for a working man to have a full
stomach before starting there day.� Marie said in her normal demeaning
manner.
Debra simply nodded afraid that if she verbalized a response it would
get out of hand. She hurriedly made a picnic Lunch for her and the
kids before announcing they where going to the park for the day.
She met the man from Good Will at the back door and gratefully gave
him the bag of clothes.
Debra loaded the kids and left in a hurry as Marie tried to coax Frank
into getting up so they could join them. At the park Debra sat and
enjoyed watching her children play.
She tried to look on the bright side thinking she should count her
blessings instead of horror she had endured. But as she sat watching
the kids she looked up to see a young man looking in her direction.
Her mind began to race.
Was he looking at her? Did he recognize her from somewhere? Did she
remember him from the club? Had she fucked him earlier in the week?
Wait was he even looking at her?
She tried to take her mind of it deciding her hadn�t really been
looking at her. As she sat out the food for there picnic she noticed a
police officer walking by she noted him staring in her direction and
again her mind raced with questions. Did he? Had she? Was he? Then he
began walking towards them as they ate there launch. She was about to
jump out of her skin when he walked right by them steal staring of
into the distance.
Her paranoia grew as the day went on and she wondered if she
recognized this man or that one. She tried not to think about it but
found it hard to put the worries from her mind.
She finally decided to take the kids to the movies hoping that a dark
theater watching a children�s movie might make her feel more
comfortable.
The movie ended and she had found a little rest in the theater. A cat
call outside the complex had worried her till she saw the two
teenagers embrace just in front of her.
She returned home that night and the guilt of putting Ray off began to
weigh on her mind. She had screwed hundreds of time in the previous
week denying no one her pleasures. But now at home she hadn�t even let
her husband touch her. She resolved then to make love to Ray that
night and to make it special in order to redeem herself for their
marriage.
Chapter 20

Tuesday morning, after dropping the kids off, Debra sat in her car,
trying to figure out what was wrong with her. She had been so
determined to pleasure Ray, and to at least, in her own mind, redeem
what she could of her marriage. Although he had no idea of her
infidelities, she couldn't help but to feel as though somehow, deep
down inside, he did know. She had refused him her charms, even though
over the past week she had been used by so many others, that she
figured that she had as much sex in the past week, as she'd had with
Ray during their entire marriage and courtship. She was now determined
to show her love and devotion to him that night.
He had called ahead in the late afternoon, saying that he would be
late getting home. She used that extra time to prepare herself for
him. She had made herself as pretty for him as she could, even
applying perfume and make-up, like she would if they had gone out for
dinner alone. She knew that he wouldn't be happy with her wearing a
sweater or a jacket, but she needed to wear one of those, so as to
minimize her enlarged breasts. She hoped that she could take his mind
off of that by wearing her shortest skirt, and giving him constant
flashes of her tanned and shapely legs.
She had fed the kids and put them to bed early, and then prepared
Ray's favorite dinner, lemon chicken. She dimmed the lights, and put
out some candles, to give the room a romantic atmosphere. When he came
home, he was surprised to find the lights dimmed, and table set with
the good china and crystal plus the candles. Debra playfully told him
how lonely she had been, having spent the week away from him. She then
suggested that he keep his family away tonight, so that they could
spend some private time together, leaving no doubt in his mind as to
exactly what she meant by that.
Ray quickly called his mother, and told her not to come over tonight,
as they needed some private time, after Debra's trip. He then locked
the front door, licking his lips in anticipation of the night's
upcoming events.
Dinner went by quickly, as Ray scarfed down his meal, anxious to get
upstairs to their bedroom with his wife. Although lemon chicken wasn't
indeed his favorite anymore, he had never gotten around to telling
Debra that, since it was the one thing that she could cook relatively
well.
While he ate, she noticed that was he was openly staring at her body.
She felt uncomfortable, dying inside, as she thought to herself that
he must see more of the differences than she had hoped he'd notice.
She tried her best to tease him, by crossing and uncrossing her legs,
as seductively as she could, making sure that he caught glimpses of
her sexiest black panties.
Since she came back from her trip to the spa, she looked good, real
good, with her skin tan, and her new, redder colored hair. Her baggy
sweater did little to hide her breasts, and he while he knew that her
chest looked bigger, she had fluffed it off, telling him that her
boobs were no bigger than when she had left, it was just that they
appeared to be bigger, between her weight loss and having toned up her
body some. Having remembered the trouble that he had gotten into a
year ago, when he had suggested that she get a breast augmentation, he
left it alone, not wanting to get into another fight over her tit
size, especially not tonight, with the promise of an amorous evening
to come.
When she got up and kissed him, he thought that there was something
different about her, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. She
whispered to him that she would be waiting upstairs for him. He
quickly jumped up from his chair, and chased her up the steps, eager
to bed her. He had grabbed her ass as she ran up the stairs. She
hadn't objected, as she had always done in the past, and wondered if
he noticed that as well.
She had coaxed him into the bathroom, so that she could undress and
get ready, without him seeing her naked, hoping to delay his seeing
all of the changes to her body at one time, so soon after returning,
and to allow for the bruises to disappear. She could hear him rushing
through his routine, and knew that she was running out of time. He was
in and out of the bathroom in record time, finding her naked under the
covers, with lights off, and two small candles giving the room a dim
glow.
He sat on the side of the bed, taking off his watch, and started to
tell her how much he had missed her over the past week, and rambled on
about the roles that he wanted her to play, in their little sex game.
She moved eagerly across the bed, wrapping her arms around his neck,
and suggested that she simply play the part of a lonely young
housewife, who missed her husband very much. He began to pant, as she
cooed the scenario into his ear, while nibbling on his ear lobe.
She continued kissing him, as passionately as she could, as he slipped
his t-shirt off, and then his shorts, preparing to make love to her.
She took his cock into her mouth, in an effort to help him get hard,
but after just a couple of moments, he pulled her off of his prick,
almost ready to blow his load.
She then climbed on top of him, and used her hand, to guide his cock
into her willing cunt. She drove her cunt down onto him, hoping to
relish the familiar feeling of her husband's cock inside of her, but
after the second thrust, she felt disappointed, she felt almost empty,
with his relatively small prick inside of her.
She could barely feel his cock inside of her, after having serviced so
many really large cocks over the past week, and especially those of
the black men, who had been the last to fuck her, just before she came
home. The physical feelings weren't all that she felt was lacking in
the excitement of their coupling. She realized that there was
something about a new and strange cock, plus the thrill of being
forced to do something that she didn't want to do, that just wasn't
there. She hated to admit it to herself, but she actually missed it.
She was brought out of her trance, when he said that he was about to
explode. She wasn't ready for it to end, as she was horny as hell, and
not even close to having her own climax. She rolled off him, not
wanting him to cum just yet. He moaned and complained, as she climbed
off of him, asking her what she was doing, as he was just about to
cum.
She kissed him passionately, and asked him if he'd like to do her
doggy style? He had begged her so many times to do it that way, but
she had only once or twice allowed him to fuck her in that fashion. He
mauled it over for a second, as she drove her tongue into his mouth,
before deciding that the rare opportunity that she was offering, was
impossible to pass up. He moved in behind her, and was surprised at
how adeptly she guided his now slightly less than fully hard cock into
her pussy from behind. But it was just a fleeting thought, as he
thrust into her forcefully, or so he thought, overjoyed to have her so
willingly suggest that they do it this way.
She was again temporally pleased by the feel of his cock inside of
her, but again it faded quickly, as something was missing, it just
wasn't fulfilling. She wanted to cum so badly, but he just wasn't
doing it for her. This was all that she had wanted the whole week that
she was gone, but now it just wasn't enough for her anymore.
Ray held out for another minute or so, before he had a mild climax
inside of her. In fact, had it not been for his moaning, and his
exclamation of the event, she might have missed it altogether. He then
pulled out of her and collapsed on the bed.
Debra wasn't really thinking just then, as she was distracted by her
thoughts of not being fulfilled, and why she wasn't enjoying it. So,
acting out of instinct, from her previous week's training, she crawled
over to his lap, and started to slip his wet, spent cock into her
mouth.
"What the hell are you doing?" he asked in surprise and was shocked by
her actions. She had never done anything like this before, and he was
startled by it.
"I just thought that you might want to go again, you know, maybe try a
new position, or well, you know." she said, thinking quickly, as she
snapped out of her trance like state.
"What are you nuts!" he exclaimed, startled by her wanton attitude.
"No. I just thought, well, I was just trying to make you happy." she
said confused.
"Huh, you're what? I mean I'm tired now, I worked really hard today."
he said as he saw the disappointed look on his wife's face. He rolled
over, and closed his eyes, not really sure what had gotten into her.
Debra, frustrated over being left high and dry, just lay there, until
she could hear Ray's breathing become shallower and regular. She then
got up, reached into her night stand, took her vibrating dildo out,
and went into the bathroom, locking the door behind her, so that if he
did get up, he couldn't sneak in on her, while she pleasured herself.
As she sat down on the toilet, she began to cry, realizing that all
the sex that she'd been forced into having over the past week, almost
ten days really, had ruined it for her to ever have anything like
normal sex again with Ray. Her pussy had been really stretched out
between the constant sex and the number of much larger than average
cocks that she'd been forced to service, so that Ray's cock now was
barely even noticed inside of her love tunnel, as he fucked her. In
addition, all of that forced sex, had had an affect on her psyche,
that she hadn't even realized was happening, while it was occurring.
It was only now, as she was making love with her husband, did she
realize that she had been turned on, by being forced to have sex with
total strangers, men that she had never seen before they had sex with
her.
She cried her eyes out for fifteen minutes, as the thoughts of having
a sexually unfulfilled marriage flowed through her head. She then
turned on her vibrating dildo, on high, and started out by working the
tip of the eight inch long plastic phallus against her clit, until she
came for the first time. It was a pleasant climax, but not
spectacular, and so she began working the dildo into her pussy. She
was wet enough, that it easily slid all the way into her cunt, and she
was soon pounding it in and out of her as fast as she could.
Her second orgasm was better, much better, though she realized that it
too was much larger than Ray, and outside of her liaisons outside of
the house, that it would probably become more and more important to
her, as she just knew that her husband's small equipment wouldn't be
able to satisfy her any longer. She loved him, the children and their
lives together too much to divorce him because his cock was too small,
and so she resigned herself to having to pleasure herself, if she were
to have anything resembling a satisfactory sex life.
As she pounded the dildo into her cunt, working herself towards a
third orgasm, with her other hand, she began squeezing her tits, as
hard as she could, until it was actually painful. To her horror, she
realized that the rougher she got, the faster that she moved along
towards another climax. In spite of this realization, she switched
from grasping her breasts, to pinching, pulling and twisting her
nipples, as it was even more painful, at least the way that she was
doing it.
She must have sat there on the toilet seat for almost an hour,
pounding her pussy with the vibrating dildo, while she tortured her
nipples. She had cum dozens of times, and the only reason that she
stopped, was because the batteries died. She cleaned herself and the
dildo, before quietly going back to bed, slipping the now clean and
dry dildo back into the drawer, and herself back into bed, without
disturbing her sleeping husband.

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