Chapter 8
The next day I picked my husband up at the airport. We had something to eat on the way home and then we went straight to bed.
I was worried that he would notice something, but my bruises were almost gone, and he was so horny from being away so long, that he wasn't noticing much of anything. And the room was dimly lit. So I eventually relaxed and enjoyed myself as much as I could, my poor abused body was still sore.
But it felt good to be with him again. It made me feel clean again. Normal. I felt bad about what I had been doing while he was away, and what I knew I would be doing when he left again. But I had to keep suppressing that thought if I was ever going to be able to live with myself or with my husband. At least until I found a way out of the mess I had gotten myself into.
I tried not to think about what had happened to me while my husband was away. I wanted the next three weeks to be as normal and as wonderful as possible. But I could not keep it out of my mind. I kept remembering what I had done, and what had been done to me. But that wasn't the worst part. Whenever I caught myself thinking about it, I noticed I was aroused. I didn't want to be. I knew I should be disgusted, traumatized. I could honestly say that I dreaded the next trip my husband would take, and what I would be put through after he left. I did not look forward to my next session with Ted, but the idea of it turned me on. Even after all that I had been through last week, I still had those same fantasies that had gotten me into this to start with!
The weeks flew by and before I knew it I was helping my husband pack for his next trip. I drove him to the airport in the morning and then went straight home. I sat by the phone for a long time. I knew I had to call Ted. My orders were to call him as soon as my husband was gone and I was alone. He said he would know if I did not. I believed him.
I finally got up the nerve and called him. He didn't waste any time with small talk. As soon as he answered and heard my voice he said, "It's about time cunt. I been saving it up for you. Get your ass over here, now."
I wasn't all that sure I could find his apartment, but I felt nervous about my neighbors seeing him here, so I thought it was the better option.
As it turned out, I had no trouble finding the way. I drove right to it. I parked and went to his door and knocked. He answered the door, wearing only a robe, and pulled me in roughly. He slammed the door and sat on the couch.
He ordered me to strip. I was still wearing the shorts and blouse I wore to take my husband to the airport. I unbuttoned my blouse and as I slid it down my arms and tossed it on the chair I watched Ted open his robe and begin to slowly massage his quickly growing cock. I unbuttoned my shorts and stepped out of them. Then I reached between my breasts and unbuttoned my bra. I tossed it on the chair and slid my panties off.
He motioned me over to sit beside him on the couch. As soon as I did he was all over me. He pulled me to him and kissed me passionately. His large rough hands were all over me. Squeezing and pinching and groping my breasts and my thighs and my pussy.
After a few minutes he began forcing my head down. I knew what he wanted, of course. I put my hand around his hard, throbbing cock and leaned forward to lick it all over.
I took him into my mouth and started sucking. I guess he had been saving it up for me! In no time at all he was shooting a huge load of hot cum into my mouth. I was getting much better at this, and I swallowed it all without much difficulty. I held his cock in my mouth until it was soft and I had gotten every last drop of his cum.
Then he pushed me away and stood up.
He went into his bedroom and returned about ten minutes later, dressed. I was still naked. He had not told me to dress. He tossed me something and told me to put it on. It was a mini-dress. I could see that it was new, it still had the tags on it from the store. He must have gotten it just for me. I saw why when I put it on. It was one size too small, and even if it had been the right size it would have been too small! It was semi-transparent and my breasts were plainly visible. My nipples stuck out like little thumbs.
I begged Ted to at least let me wear my panties. There was no way I could go out like this and not get arrested! I looked at myself in the mirror and without even moving my crotch was just visible below the hemline! He let me put the panties on. It wasn't much, but I felt a little better.
I followed him outside and he made me walk ahead of him and we started walking to the bar we had gone to the first night he took me out.
It was only a few blocks to the bar. But it seemed to take forever. I tried not to notice the looks of the people I passed on the street. The surprised but lustful looks of the men, the shocked, disapproving looks of the women. And all of the looks said the same thing. "SLUT!"
The only things to be grateful for were the lack of wind and the fact that there were very few people on the street.
We finally arrived at the bar and I was relieved to see that at this early hour the only one here was the bartender.
He looked up as we came in and it was obvious that he recognized me. He smiled and then smiled even wider when he realized I was almost naked.
Ted pushed me over to the bar and we took a seat.
"Do you remember the last time I brought my bitch in here?"
Ted asked.
"Are you kidding? Prettiest tits and pussy I ever saw! If I close my eyes I can still see her sitting there with here tits hanging out." The bartender responded.
"Well, she has had a little more training, and I thought I would bring her in for that 'tip' I promised you."
"No shit!!!" the bartender exclaimed, a look of disbelief I his eyes.
I was not surprised. I figured Ted would find someway to humiliate me. I didn't even attempt to resist as Ted reached over and unzipped the back of my tiny dress. He pulled the top down and I sat in there in that public bar topless, praying no one would come in to add to my humiliation.
"She is all yours, buddy. Help yourself." Ted generously offered.
"Anything I want?" the bartender asked, still not sure this wasn't a big joke.
"Anything you want." Ted replied.
The bartender reached over the bar and put one of his large meaty hands on my breast. He was gentle at first, but then he started squeezing and pulling on my nipples, taking great pleasure from seeing them getting larger and stiffer as he abused them.
He ordered me to stand up and walk around the bar to where he was standing.
As soon as I was within his reach he grabbed me and pulled me against him and started kissing me brutally. His large tongue probed my mouth. His hands moved down my back and over my ass. When I didn't resist he pulled up the back of my dress and moved his hands all over my panties. His finally pulled his mouth away from mine and started licking his way down to my naked breasts. One of his hands moved around to my crotch and started roughly rubbing over my pussy.
I looked over at Ted and saw how amused he was at my predicament. He truly enjoyed seeing me abused by strange men. I think that if he had to choose between doing it himself, or watching me suffer while someone else abused me, he would have a hard time choosing.
The bartender pulled my dress the rest of the way down and when I stepped out of it he threw it on the bar. He stood up and ordered me to take my panties off.
After a quick glance at the door I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of my panties and slid them down and off. As I did this, the bartender was unzipping his pants and pulling out his large cock.
The bartender looked at me, standing there in the nude, for a few moments. Then he pushed me to my knees and pushed his cock into my face, rubbing it all around, leaving a trail of slime all over my face.
When that no longer amused him he ordered me to open my mouth and he roughly shoved his cock, which was now quite hard, into my mouth. He was roughly fucking my face, choking me, gagging me.
Tears were streaming down my face as he assaulted my mouth.
Suddenly he stopped and I realized someone had come into the bar. I thought that he would stop and I could hide down behind the bar, out of sight.
Unfortunately the newcomer was a friend of the bartender and he spoke to his friend as he came up to the bar, never taking his cock from my mouth.
"I'll be damned!" the newcomer exclaimed. "Hey, I bet I know who she is. I heard about the bitch you had in here a couple of weeks ago. You had her in a booth in the back with all her shit hanging out.
I heard she went out of here with four guys. Is that her?"
"That's her." Ted answered for the bartender. "She belongs to me. I can do anything I want with her."
"No way!" the customer said in obvious disbelief.
"Check it out. I just gave her to the bartender for a tip. She is kneeling back there naked and sucking on his cock. What do you think?"
Ted told them a little bit of how I came to be there. Once they learned that I was a more or less innocent housewife being blackmailed into this, I had hoped that I would get a little sympathy.
Was I ever wrong! They thought that was the hottest thing they ever heard.
The bartender told Ted he was going to take me into the back room and fuck the shit out of me. Ted said he would watch the bar.
The bartender pulled his cock out of my mouth and pulled me to my feet. He pushed me towards a door in the corner and we entered a storeroom. There was no bed or anywhere to lie down. He just pushed me over a stack of beer cases and I heard him take his pants down.
He stepped up behind me and he rubbed his hands all over my ass. He squeezed my cheeks and spread them, looking at me as I lay spread out before him. He stepped up closer and pushed his cock between my thighs, rubbing it back and forth against my pussy. Then, in one long slow stroke, he shoved it all the way in.
I was soaking wet, and he entered with no trouble at all.
"I'll be damned! You little cunt, you are soaking wet! You like this shit don't you?"
I just groaned. It was too humiliating to have to answer. And how could I explain? How could I make him understand that I didn't want to do this? I had no choice. I couldn't help it if being treated like this aroused me. But it didn't matter. I didn't care what he thought anyway. I nodded and he laughed at me, adding to my humiliation.
He leaned forward and reached around me and grabbed my tits, squeezing roughly as his cock roughly ravaged my pussy. I tried not to, but I felt myself nearing orgasm as he overpowered me. I began to moan quietly and he could tell I was getting close. My pussy was squeezing his cock tightly. I was almost panting I was breathing so hard. Finally I let it happen and I started to cum. He felt me tense up and start to thrash around on top of the cases of beer he had spread me out on and I guess that pushed him over the edge. He started blasting his cum into my pussy.
When he was done he collapsed on me for a moment. He was so big, so heavy I could hardly breathe. After a few moments he stood up and pulled me to my feet. He turned me to face him and pushed me to my knees. I didn't even have to be told by now. I knew what my job was. I took his soft, sticky cock in my hand and placed my mouth over it. I quickly sucked it clean, then licked his balls to clean them as well.
When he was satisfied he ordered me to pull his pants up. I reached down to the tangle of clothing around his ankles and pulled his shorts up into place. Then I pulled his pants up and buttoned them, zipped them, and buckled his belt.
He reached down and grabbed my arm and pulled me to my feet.
He pulled me to the door and didn't even look to see who was in the bar as he shoved me through the door.
Fortunately, I guess, there were only the same two men in the bar that were in there when I was taken into the back. I stood behind the bar with cum dripping down my legs, waiting to be told that I could dress. I felt the eyes of all three men on my body as I stood there, keeping an eye on the door. I seemed to be the only one worried that someone might come in and be upset to find a naked woman in the bar.
I was shocked when it occurred to me that I was less concerned with the idea that someone would see me naked than the idea that someone would be upset by it! My God! How low was I sinking?
I finally began to hear what was being said around me.
Apparently, while I had been in the back with the bartender, Ted had been making plans with the bartender's friend. It seems that in the brief time we had been in the storeroom, Ted and the newcomer, whose name I learned was Mark, had become friends. They had apparently made plans for my afternoon.
I asked Ted if I could go to the bathroom and get cleaned up, and to my surprise, he said yes. I reached for my panties and my dress but he stopped me. He apparently wanted me clean but naked.
I sighed with resignation and hurried to the restroom. It felt so strange to be walking around naked in a public place, to the amusement of the men in the room. But it was a relief to be able to clean the mess from my pussy and my thighs. I took my time, not anxious to return to stand naked in a bar for the amusement of strange men. But I could not put it off forever.
I opened the door of the restroom and looked out, thankful to see that no one had entered the bar since I came in to clean up. I walked out and stood beside Ted, waiting to see what would happen to me next.
I was relieved when Ted handed me my dress and told me to put it on. As the men watched I slid the dress over my head and zipped up the back. It was funny, thinking back to how uncomfortable I was when I first put it on, when I realized now much better I felt putting it on now. My panties still sat on the bar, but before I could reach for them Ted handed them to the bartender and said, "Why don't you hang these up over the bar? Right there by your first dollar."
Everyone thought that was a pretty amusing idea. Everyone but me, that is. The bartender got some thumbtacks from a drawer and spread my panties out on the wall and tacked them up. While he was mounting his trophy panties, Ted pulled me around so that I was standing between him and Mark, facing Mark.
I felt Ted's hands, moving over my ass in an absent-minded sort of way. As if he were just doing it to keep his hands occupied.
Marc looked me over for a minute. "You are a pretty little thing." He said. "Ted says you like lots of fucking and sucking, is that right?" As he spoke his hand came up and gently caressed my breast. "Are you a horny little housewife?"
I avoided looking at him, but I nodded. This time, however, I wasn't just saying what they wanted to hear. I was beginning to realize that I was turning into what they wanted me to be. I had just been forced to have sex with the bartender. And I had had a great orgasm!
Now I was standing between two men who had their hands all over me, and I was getting excited again. I didn't want them know that, but Mark knew. His hand moved down between my legs and I felt his finger move up and down across my slit, and then gently into me.
He knew I was enjoying this. He understood. I could tell by the look in his eyes.
Mark put his wet finger in my mouth and as I sucked it clean he said, "We have something new planned for you darling. Another new experience for you. I guess you are having a lot of those lately, according to Ted."
I didn't dare ask what they had planned. I knew that whatever it was it would be unpleasant.
Ted and Mark got up from their bar stools and, with me between the we walked out. Ted had left his car at his apartment so we got into Mark's car and drove away with me between them in the front seat. Chapter 9 As We Drove Mark Continued To Play With My Breasts. I Had Noticed Something Kind Of Amusing About The way these men treated me in these situations. I really wasn't a person to them. I was merely a host for various female body parts. My job was to keep my breasts and my vagina warm and handy for them. As Mark played with my breasts he totally ignored me. He talked with Ted. They carried on a perfectly normal conversation as if I was not even there. But during the entire trip, which was, thankfully, quite short, Mark had his hand inside the top of my dress. His hands pulled and squeezed and pinched my breasts, not to turn me on, or to turn him on, but just because he liked doing it.
Ted pulled into a parking lot in back of a seedy looking building. I had been looking down, as usual, so I didn't even notice what was in the building. Was I in for a shock!
I noticed that the parking lot was pretty full. I hoped we weren't going to the same place all these people were. I much preferred my humiliation to be private.
They didn't say anything, but they seemed anxious to begin as they hurried me through a plain, unmarked door in the back of the building.
The only thing that indicated it was an entrance to anything was a sign saying something about not entering if "you are offended by nudity or sex." I didn't like the sound of that.
We stepped into a large room full of row after row of magazines with pictures of naked women in some of the most outrageous poses and predicaments I had ever seen. I was relieved to see that there were only a couple of other people in the room. I guess the people parked out back were in some other business nearby.
For a few minutes we walked around looking at the magazines. Ted and Mark took great pleasure in pointing out some of the most outrageous ones and suggesting that they would love to see me in this or that situation. Being tied up, whipped, having sex with large groups of men, sex with other women, all kinds of things. I didn't say anything, but I found a few of the pictures quite stimulating.
As we perused the stacks of porno I felt the eyes of the old man behind the counter and the other customer following us around the room. They were probably wondering what a woman was doing in this place. But then, I was too.
After we had made a complete tour of the magazines and movies we spent a few minutes looking at the sexual devices available. I was shocked! I had never imagined some of this stuff existed! Some of it looked like fun, but some of it looked dangerous! Most of it was just plain stupid. Inflatable women that made you want to laugh just looking at them. That sort of thing. Some of the things that were designed for a woman to stick in her body were beyond belief. But they soon tired of joking about all the things they could do to me with this stuff and I found myself being pulled over to the counter.
Ted handed the old man behind the counter a $10 bill and without ever taking his eyes from me the old man counted out a handful of tokens and handed them to Ted.
We headed towards a door in the back of the room and as we approached it a buzzer sounded. Ted pulled the door open and we entered a long, dark hallway. At first I couldn't see a thing. But then my eyes started to adjust and suddenly I realized where the people who owned all the cars in the parking lot were. There were men everywhere back here! Standing against the walls, alone and in pairs talking quietly. Going in and out of the doors spaced every few feet along both sides of the hallway. I had no idea what this was all about, but I was beginning to feel more than a little scared.
Ted pulled me along behind him as he walked slowly down the hall. It was obvious from the looks I was getting that it was not very common for a woman to enter this hallway. I glanced into a couple of the open doors as we passed. The rooms were very small, perhaps ten feet by ten feet. Only the light from small television screens illuminated them. The first screen I saw was blank, but as they continued to pull be down the narrow hallway I noticed that when there was something on the screen it was a pornographic movie!
I suddenly became aware of the sounds. A cacophony of loud music, but not loud enough to drowned out the exaggerated sounds of people having sex. Mostly women moaning and groaning loudly. I had no idea what this place was. I had never heard of anything like this!
As we neared the end of the hallway, Ted glanced into one of the booths and then pulled me in after him. Mark followed and shut the door. Ted started putting tokens into a slot and the screen on the little television came alive with a close-up picture of a large cock sliding in and out of a large, wet vagina.
I had never seen anything like it! I stared for a moment, forgetting my surroundings briefly as I saw for the first time what it looked like close up as a couple had sex. As I watched, Mark came up behind me and began to remove my dress. He pulled it over my head and hung it from a nail in the wall. Then he stood behind me and rubbed his bulging crotch against my ass as he moved his hands over me.
I still didn't know why we were here though. We could have gone to Ted's house to have sex. Or even stayed at the bar! Did they come here just so they could watch a dirty movie while they fucked me?
Ted watched Mark mauling my breasts for a few moments. But as he watched, I noticed that he kept glancing at the wall beside us. I followed his eyes and was shocked to see a large round hole cut in the wall. And through the hole I could see an eye shining in the dim light. Someone was watching us!
Ted smirked as he saw the reaction on my face. I still didn't know what was going on here, but if it amused Ted, I knew I wouldn't like it.
Mark edged me a little closer to the hole and when my pussy was less than a foot from the hole a hand slowly reached in. When there was no objection, the hand clamped down on my pussy and was all over it. The hand squeezed and pinched and then I felt first one and then two fingers enter me. For some reason, the idea of being molested by a disembodied hand was strangely appealing!
Mark continued to roughly amuse himself with my breasts as "the hand" manipulated my genitals. I was becoming very aroused!
Ted said something to Mark, I was too engrossed in what was happening to me to hear it. But suddenly Mark stepped back and turned me around. The fingers slipped out of my pussy, but immediately began to caress my ass. Then to slide between my legs and back into my pussy, then back out, and back to my ass. "The hand" then pushed the finger he had just moistened in my pussy into my ass.
After a few moments Mark turned me around again and pushed me to my knees. "The hand" immediately attached itself to my breasts.
First one, then the other. Squeezing, pulling, pinching. It was so strange to have some man I could not see doing this!
After a few minutes Mark pulled me back a bit and told me to stick the tip of my finger into the hole. I did not understand, but I was long past the point of arguing or questioning. I just do as I am told.
I tentatively edged the tip of my index finger into the hole and waited to see what would happen. Suddenly, in the dim light, I could see the head of a cock begin to poke through the hole! I almost laughed! Until I realized what came next.
"Touch it." Mark whispered. I moved my index finger up to the soft head of the anonymous cock and moved it gently around, spreading the large amount of lubricant seeping out. After a moment more of the cock came through the hole until I could see the man's pubic hair pressed against the other side. His entire cock was sticking through the hole!
I moved my hands over it and then Mark pushed against the back of my head and without saying a word I leaned forward and took this large, anonymous cock into my mouth. As I sucked, Mark moved around behind me and adjusted my position so that he could take me from behind.
I could never explain it, but there was something terribly erotic about this. Sucking on a cock that some man stuck through a hole in a wall while another man I had just met fucked me from behind.
This really turned me on!
With all the time Mark had spent playing with my body over the last hour, I guess he was pretty aroused, because he came almost instantly. I felt him stiffen and then just hold his softening cock in me until it just slipped out.
I continued sucking on the cock in my mouth, but I really missed the cock in my pussy. I kind of hoped that Ted would get turned on enough to get hard again and take another turn.
After a minute my wish came true as I felt a cock push into me from behind again. Or at least I thought my wish had come true. I suddenly glance to my side and noticed that I could see both Ted and Mark watching me! They had let someone in through the door! Another stranger was pushing his cock into me from the rear!
I didn't resist. It would not have mattered. I just kept sucking. Finally the man I was sucking came in my mouth and I kept sucking and swallowing until he pulled his cock back through the hole in the wall.
I didn't move though, I just waited for the man fucking me to finish. Now that my head was free I looked back to see who was fucking me. There was nothing special about him, just an average, middle aged man lucky enough to get a piece of young pussy.
As I turned back to face the wall I noticed that the door to our room was open and there were at least a half a dozen men watching me. Before the enormity of this could sink in, I was distracted by the touch of another hand on my breast. Another hand sticking through the hole groping me. I looked down to see a large black hand moving over my breast. I could feel the calluses on his rough hands scraping over my soft breasts. But it didn't last long.
His hand was quickly withdrawn and immediately replaced by his half-hard uncircumcised cock. Strange as it seems, with all the cocks I had been exposed to since I came under Ted's control, I had never seen an uncircumcised cock.
I looked at it for a moment in curiosity. Then I reached up and moved my fingers over it, moving the foreskin back and forth, watching his cock jump and grow as I explored it. After my last outing with Ted, I was no stranger to black cock, but for some reason I thought it was exciting that I was going to suck a black cock with as many as a dozen white men watching. As soon as that realization struck me, another followed immediately on it's heels. I was shocked at how much I had changed! A month ago I could not even imagine doing what I was doing here. Now, I was getting excited! I was no longer being forced, or coerced. I wouldn't want them to know it, but I wanted this. I was enjoying this!
I leaned forward and licked the head of the big black cock sticking through the wall. I noticed that when it was hard you could not tell the difference between circumcised and uncircumcised. The foreskin had disappeared! How about that, a cock that does tricks!
I placed my lips over his cock and started sucking. As I moved my lips down over his cock I felt the man behind me grab my hips and suddenly start moving in and out like a jackhammer. As soon as he came he immediately replaced by another strange cock.
I completely lost track of how many men I sucked and fucked that afternoon. It was dark when we left. And I was incredibly sore.
But I noticed that I was becoming more able to take this kind of abuse. I must have had the cum of at least two dozen men in my pussy and my stomach. My jaws were sore, and my pussy was sore, but no more so than that first night with Ted and his friends. I am not sure how I felt about that.
Anyway, they finally decided I had had enough and cut the line off. They led me to the bathroom at the end of the hallway, in the nude of course. I was given time to wipe off as much of the cum as I could in that nasty men's room. Then I went back out into the hallway and they gave me my dress to put back on in front of all of those men.
As we walked back up the hallway to the door hands were all over me, grabbing my breasts, reaching under my skirt, which didn't cover anything anyway, and pinching my ass and rubbing my pussy. I just ignored them.
Finally we were outside in the cool night air. I suddenly felt able to relax for the first time in hours. I took a deep breath and enjoyed the absence of sound from the dozens of dirty movies playing simultaneously. As we walked to the car I glanced back in wonder. What the hell kind of place is this!? I wanted to ask out loud, but Ted and Mark were busy reliving their eventful afternoon. Or should I say my eventful afternoon.
We got in the car and returned to Ted's apartment. I was afraid they would want more sex, I was so sore already I didn't think I could do it. But they seemed to realize that and just had me strip and serve them dinner and drinks while they talked. From what little I could catch of their conversation, I could tell they were thinking up another little adventure for their amusement and my further debasement.
After dinner, they continued to talk while Ted had me clean up, first the dishes and the kitchen, but then the entire apartment! I know he did it more out of a desire to watch me in the nude than to have a clean apartment. It was apparent that he was no neat freak. But that didn't matter. I just do what I am told. I moved all around cleaning and dusting, feeling their eyes on my body as I worked.
Every time I would get close enough to hear what they were saying they would stop talking. That was making me nervous, that and the bulges I couldn't help noticing in their pants.
I kept glancing nervously at the clock as it got later. My husband would be calling soon and I had to be home when he called. I was just about to remind Ted, but he hadn't forgotten. He ordered me to put my clothes on. I put on the clothes I had worn when I left home that morning as they watch in amusement.
I grabbed my purse and was about to say goodbye to Ted when they got up and said that they would follow me home. I was so disappointed I almost cried. I thought it was over for today. They knew my mouth and my pussy were so sore. What did they want from me now?
I didn't say anything though. I just turned and walked out to my car.
As I drove home my mind kept going back to the strange place I had spent the afternoon. And all of the anonymous cocks that had entered my body and deposited load after load of hot white cum.
Before I knew it I was in my driveway and walking towards my door. As I slipped the key into the lock I heard Ted's car pull into the driveway. I waited by the door and let them in. Then, as instructed, I undressed and got them each a drink.
I was getting nervous. It was almost time for my husband to call. What did these men plan? Were they going to do something to get me in trouble? With my husband? With the neighbors?
For the next 15 minutes or so I continued to do whatever they asked me to do to amuse them. Then the phone rang. Although I was expecting it, I was still startled by the loud ring.
I ran for the phone and picked it up on the second ring. It was my husband and, although I was self-conscious about talking in front of Ted and Mark, I was excited to talk to my husband and I eagerly told him how much I loved and missed him.
I tried to act like I was alone. I had my back to the men as I stood by the phone and talked with my husband. I was startled again as I felt a pair of hands on my shoulders.
I started to panic, what were they going to do? Would they grab the phone and say something to my husband? I looked behind me and saw Mark holding me by my shoulders. I gave him a dirty look and shook my head "no" violently, trying to get him to leave me alone.
But he just grinned evilly and guided me forwards a few inches until I was kneeling on the couch. He pushed me so that I was leaning forward.
I put my hand out to support myself on the back of the couch.
I tried to carry on a normal conversation with my husband as he reached between my legs and began rubbing my very sore pussy. I tried to move his hand away, but he ignored my small efforts, and there was nothing I could do without alarming my husband. So I finally gave up and let him touch me.
It was very strange talking to my husband while Mark moved his fingers in and out of my pussy. And what bothered me almost as much was that, even though I hated what he was doing, and even though I was so sore it hurt to walk, I was getting wet. I was getting turned on. Shit!
Whatever was I turning into?!
When his fingers were wet enough, he withdrew his hand, but instantly started pushing his wet fingers into my ass. I was trying desperately to ignore him, to sound normal to my husband. But it was getting very difficult. It suddenly got worse. Mark took his hand away, and before I could even breathe a sigh of relief, I felt his cock pushing into my ass.
I tried not to grunt or groan, but the pain was terrible. I was no longer a virgin there, but I was still very tight, and every time he drove his cock into me I felt the pressure on my sore pussy as well.
I continued my conversation, talking about weather and just a lot of silly stuff, while Mark raped my ass. And even worse, I turned back and saw that Ted was filming everything.
It was getting impossible to talk normally as Mark's cock stroked in and out of my ass. My breathing was becoming louder and I would occasionally grunt softly when Mark stroked into me more violently than usual. Finally my husband asked what was wrong. I told him that I had started exercising, and that I was doing leg lifts while we talked.
He thought that was a great idea!
I felt Mark speed up and then tense up as he shot his cum deep into my ass. He pulled out and as soon as I finished a sentence he pushed his cock into my mouth for cleaning. I quickly sucked him clean so that I could continue my conversation, but I must admit it was becoming very difficult to follow the thread of the conversation.
As soon as he was clean, Mark stood up and took the camera from Ted and began filming while Ted took his turn in my ass. It seemed like they were especially excited by the idea of fucking my ass while I talked with my husband. Ted managed to cum just as I was telling my husband how much I loved him as we prepared to end the call. Ted's orgasm seemed particularly intense, as though the timing was important to him. I tried not to show it, and I hated to admit it to myself, but the idea of these horrible men fucking my ass while I talked to my husband was turning me on too. I couldn't wait until they left so I could soak in a hot tub and gently bring myself to another orgasm, gently.
Ted pulled out of me and I turned around and cleaned him without being asked. They dressed and left without another Word To Me. Chapter 10 I Was Surprised As The Rest Of The Week Passed Without A Call From Ted. I hated to admit it, but I was also a little disappointed.
Not at first, at first I was relieved. But as the week went on and I got a little hornier every day, I began to grudgingly hope for a phone call.
Finally, on Friday morning, the phone did ring. But it wasn't Ted. It was my husband's office. The woman I spoke to was the secretary for the company president. She asked if I were free later in the morning, the president, Mr. Cochran, had something very important to discuss with me. I had met Mr. Cochran once at a company function.
He was a very imposing man. I had stuttered and hemmed and hawed and made a total fool of myself trying to talk to him. I was sure he thought me to be some kind of congenital idiot. I was terrified, but of course I could not refuse. She told me that a car would come for me and I hurriedly showered and dressed for the meeting.
The driver escorted me to Mr. Cochran's office. The receptionist greeted me and offered me a drink. I was so nervous I would have loved one, but I thought it would be inappropriate, so I politely declined. I was immediately led through the secretary's office and into Mr. Cochran's huge office. It was beautifully decorated, very masculine, and obviously very expensive.
Mr. Cochran stood as I entered and greeted me warmly. Rather than open my mouth and make a fool of myself again, I smiled as warmly as possible and waited to see what this was all about.
Mr. Cochran thanked his receptionist and she left. He then turned to me and told me that he had something in common with me. I still didn't know what this was about so I continued to say nothing.
He told me that he was a collector. He collected rare footage.
I didn't know what that meant, but he reached for a button on his desk and pushed it. A television in the wall immediately came on and I almost fainted as I saw myself being raped by a gang of black men.
He went on for a moment before I realized he was still talking. I was in a state of shock. I suddenly heard him going on about how he was a collector of rape movies. Preferably real movies of actual rape. He even mentioned a special source. Nathan! My husband's boss was one of Nathan's customers!
Mr. Cochran told me that Nathan had called him and told him about a new movie he had just made. Nathan had told him the circumstances, and a little about the new "starlet".
"You can imagine my shock," Mr. Cochran continued, "when I turned on the movie and saw your lovely face Linda."
There was nothing I could say. I covered my face with my hands and sobbed loudly. It was obviously over, my marriage, my life, everything was out now. My husband would be fired. I would be divorced. My perfect little life was over.
"Its not as bad as all that dear." Mr. Cochran said. "In fact, you may find some good has come of it."
I tried to get myself under control. I took the tissue he offered me and dried my eyes and looked across the desk to see what he meant.
"Nathan told me about Ted. He told me the entire story. I found it very arousing."
Mr. Cochran looked at me to see how I reacted to that. To be honest, I didn't know what to think. But I still didn't see what good was coming of this.
"How would you like to have Ted out of your life?" Mr. Cochran asked.
"Oh God yes!" I exclaimed.
"It is done. I had some men talk to him earlier this week.
Some very persuasive men. They brought me a very large collection of photos and tapes as well. I thoroughly enjoyed them. Ted won't be calling you again. But, you are not completely off the hook."
I just sat, waiting for him to continue. I knew that he had me, he owned me now, just like Ted had owned me. But I still didn't know how bad that was going to be. He was certainly better looking than Ted. And I doubt that he hangs around in the same types of bars and porno shops as Ted does. Maybe this is going to be better.
"Nathan told me that you did not suffer unduly in the making of your little rape epic. He said, in fact, that being raped by those men aroused you."
I looked down at my hands as my shame burned in my face. I couldn't deny it. I had enjoyed it. I still felt the temptation to call Nathan. I probably would have, had my every waking moment not been dominated by Ted.
When I didn't deny it, Mr. Cochran went on. "As I said, I am a collector. I will want you to star in other movies from time to time.
Not often, not when your husband is in town, and nothing that will cause you to be harmed. And I will be the only customer for those films. In addition, you will allow me to have access to your body whenever I desire, until I tire of you. You won't be subjected to huge gangs of strange men on a daily basis. I won't take you out in public, although I cannot say what Nathan might plan for you. If you consent to my proposal, please stand and remove your clothing."
It required no thought at all. In a perverted way something good had come of this. I was out of Ted's clutches. I would not be making movies for the consumption of God knows whom. And I was about to get fucked by a rich, powerful, attractive man. And I was ready!
I couldn't wait until tomorrow when my husband would be coming home. And I couldn't wait for his next trip, because I knew I would be seeing Nathan again, and getting raped again.