Drugged into Submission

by Powerone


ISBN 978161508277
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Copyright © 2010 Powerone
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An erotic dream that she can’t escape from or is it real?  Sexually shy and reluctant, even with her husband, Brooke is thrust into the fast life of the rich.  The patriarch, his son, and his beautiful wife conspire to seduce the young, attractive bride. Shy at first, Brooke is plied with liquor and drugs.  Is it all an erotic dream with her husband that she is experiencing?  Each day brings the truth closer, each day the orgasms and the shameful acts she is forced to commit become more real. These men are different than her husband, demanding her sexual subjugation to the most perverse sexual acts.  In her real life, she would never consider such degrading acts, but in her erotic dreams, the men force her, Brooke unable or unwilling to stop them. Will she wake up from this erotic dream or will she find that her body can only respond to the complete subjugation by powerful men?  If this is reality, what will her husband say when he comes home to find his shy bride lying naked beneath other men, committing humiliating sexual acts?


CHAPTER 1



Opportunity



The warm weather was already upon the White Mountains in New Hampshire, giving up their snow-capped tips, green starting to overtake the stark naked trees from the winter. Brooke was glad to give up the heavy coats and clothes of winter, already putting her boots away and that of her husband, Keith.

Mrs. Brooke Tedford, she still couldn't believe it. They had both grown up in Franconia Notch, New Hampshire but never dated, Keith older by four years. When he was eighteen and graduating from high school, she was fourteen, and her body was just budding into womanhood. Their parents would never have stood by and allowed them to date. They waited patiently while Keith received his industrial engineering degree from Boston College and returned to claim his only love. She was waiting for him and only him, eighteen and still a virgin.

In December of 1952, they were married in a small ceremony at the Lutheran church, both of their parents beaming proudly, their friends congratulating them, most of them already married or soon to be. It's the 1950's and by time a girl graduated from high school, she should be married.

Keith was lucky to get a job with the local mill in Franconia Notch, the town small and careers limited. It was June when he came home; almost out of breath, he was so excited.

"Brooke, where are you, Brooke?" He yelled out as soon as he barged through the door.

She was in the kitchen, finishing dinner for her husband. She peeked out the doorway to see what the commotion was. "What is it?" She never heard him so excited.

He rushed into the kitchen, grabbing her and planting a big kiss on her unturned face. He pulled back, her blue eyes opened wide in surprise. "We're moving."

It shocked her and surprised her. They only had a six-month lease, but Keith had been talking about extending it since they couldn't afford a house yet. Maybe next year, he promised her. "Did you find a house?" She didn't know he was still looking.

"Yes, a lovely two bedroom, with a big kitchen and yard. You're going to love it." He didn't tell her everything yet.

"Oh, honey, I love you so much." She kissed him, her mind already thinking of the second bedroom. Maybe a nursery. "Can you show it to me tonight?" She couldn't imagine where it was.

"Not that soon, but in a week." He didn't know how she was going to react when he told her everything.

"Well, where is it, tell me everything." She grabbed him and took him to the couch. Dinner would be late; she had to find out first.

He had to tell her. "It's in Manchester."

"Manchester, New Hampshire?" That was over eighty miles away.

"Manchester, Connecticut."

She should have recognized it right away. Cheney Mills corporate offices are in Manchester, Connecticut. She saw the big grin in on his face. "You got a promotion? So soon?"

"Yes, they are impressed with your husband. More money and a house. A cute little house."

Brooke was nervous, never away from her parents or her friends. She didn't make new friends easily, a little too shy and unsure of herself. "A week, we're moving in a week?"

"Or else we have to pay another month's rent here. Smile, it will be exciting."

"I know, it's just hard for me. At least I will have you."

"Weeeelll… not for the first two weeks."

"What do you mean, not for the first two weeks? Where are you going?"

"I have to go to London to investigate some new methods in manufacturing. Then I'll be home for good." Keith was excited about London, never having travelled outside of New England, never mind the country. "It will be okay. You can get the house ready. I met the Cheney's, and his wife will meet you when you get into town and help you get settled."

Brooke had never been alone before, but she was a married woman now. She would have to learn. She could do it, though she was nervous at the thought of a new town and new people. She had to support her husband and his new career. That is what a dutiful wife did. She would do whatever was required of her to make sure he was successful. "Of course I will be okay, Keith. Don't worry, I'll miss you, but I will be waiting for you when you come home. Now let's sit down to dinner before it's ruined.



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She could tell by the way he talked and looked at her what he wanted. It wasn't Saturday night, but he was hinting at sex.

"So do you want to play tonight?" His hand slide around her waist and slipped up to cup her breast.

"I suppose you deserve a celebration for your new job." She scooted away from him and his roaming hand. If he had his way, he would take her in the middle of the living room with the lights on. Not Brooke. She wanted the safety of her bed in the dark. Keith was the only man she had ever been with, and he taught her everything though she had to stop him many times when he wanted more than she was prepared to give him.

She was already in bed when he came in. Her husband was handsome, though not the bad boy that some girls married. He didn't have big arms and muscles, but he was gentle with her, backing off when he pushed her too far and she recoiled. He slipped into bed. "Turn off the light." He looked at her, but he did as she asked. He slipped under the blankets, his hands already seeking out her body. She wore a baby doll nightgown, but she knew it wouldn't last long. She felt him push up against her, surprised that his shorts were already gone, and she could feel his prick on her naked thigh. He was hard.

"I love you so much, Brooke." Their lips touched, kissing her soft lips, his tongue slipping gently into her mouth until he found her tongue. His hands were already slipping under the baby doll pajamas she wore until he found what he was looking for, her naked breasts. She had such perfect breasts, firm, not a bit of sag in them and nipples that responded to his touch even though he suspected she tried to contain her lust. He squeezed one nipple as his leg slid across hers, pushing her thighs until her legs began to spread, and he could press his hard, naked cock against the pair of panties that protected her pussy from him. His hips began to rub his cock on her as soon as he felt her heat. It felt so good.

His hands and prick were everywhere, Brooke not knowing what to do. She could feel his prick slipping through her pussy lips, the panties the only thing that prevented him from entering her, but he humped her as if he was inside her already. His fingers were pinching her nipple, a strange feeling running through her body every time he did that, but she tried to conceal that, afraid he would use her passion against her. He pulled up her baby doll top until her breasts were naked to his touch, his prick continually humping her. His head slipped beneath the blanket, his mouth finding one of her nipples and sucking it into the hot depths as his tongue teased it erect. Her nightgown was pushed up until her breasts were bared, Brooke pulling the blanket up higher in spite of the air being warm. Her hands held the blanket as Keith had his way with her.

He wished he could fling the blanket off her and look at her naked body, but Brooke had always been a shy virgin, Keith hoping that she would gradually blossom sexually. Until then, he took what he could from her, lucky to have a wife with such a sexy body. He had seen the way men looked at her, jealous at times, proud at other times.

Her nipples were responding, feeling the blanket being pried from her fingers as his head slid beneath the blanket, Brooke holding her breath for the first touch of his mouth on her naked breast. It didn't take long, his wet tongue sliding along her naked bosom, his hands pushing the nightgown hastily out of the way. "AAAAHH," she couldn't help but cry out when she felt his lips encircle her nipple, Brooke, unable to contain her lust any longer as his mouth suctioned on her erect nipple. He drew it into the hot depths of his mouth, his tongue going to work on it, the wet flesh of his tongue slapping back and forth over the nerve-rich tips until she felt the shameful wetness between her legs. A good girl shouldn't grow so aroused. His powerful suction pulled on her nipple until it ached, feeling the stretching.

Her nipple came alive in his mouth, his hand grasping her naked breast and squeezing the taut flesh until he pushed the blood to the tip. He sucked it deep into his mouth, biting gently on the areola to trap it, her nipple forced to grow elongated by his powerful suction. He thought he felt a stirring in her body, his hips digging his cock harder against her pussy as she squirmed beneath him.

He worked on one breast, and then moved to the other, a faint hint of his stubble making her breast tender as his face scarped across her breasts. One nipple throbbed from his sucking, the tip wet with his spit, her other breast attacked with equal lust. He was so horny tonight, his prick pushing too hard between her legs, pushing her panties into the soft folds of her sex. She felt some relief when he got off her, but she knew what was next. His hand replaced his prick, his fingers pinching her pussy lips, his other hand grabbing her hand and pushing it down until she felt his naked prick thrust between her fingers. She did her duty, her fingers curled around his prick, the ritual beginning as she began to rub his shaft up and down the way he taught her to please him. Her fingers clenched tighter when it slipped over the head, loosening the tight grip as her fingers curled around the shaft. His hips began to move with her hand.

"That's so good when you rub my cock, Brooke," he moaned softly when her fingers went to work on his cock. He pinched the lips of her pussy, feeling a faint hint of wetness on her panties. He pushed the panties between her lips, sliding his finger up and down her slit. He couldn't wait any longer, his hand sliding into her panties, his fingers finding her heat as they slid over the fine hairs of her blonde bush and between her lips. He was right, his fingers finding her wetness. Brooke's hand moved quicker on his cock. She always did as she grew aroused, the only time he saw her enthusiastic. Her hips began to grind into the mattress.

She felt his hand inside her panties, his fingers touching her naked sex. He tugged on her pubic hairs before his fingers slipped between her lips, his leg pushing out on her thigh until she spread her legs like a wanton whore. She continued to stroke his prick as his fingers found her tight hole, one finger pushing in, forcing back the tight muscle as he impaled her on his thick finger.

He felt her hot, tight insides, his cock needing relief soon. He pulled his finger out, only long enough to push her panties down and slip them off. He spread her legs again, this time two fingers spearing her as he moved deeper inside her, sliding easily on her juices. His head moved down over her breasts and began to kiss her belly. He got as far as her bush, pulling on a few of her hairs before she protested, her hands grabbing his head urgently.

"NNOOO!" She pulled his head away when his teeth yanked out a few of her pubic hairs painfully. It wasn't the pain that stopped her. He was trying to lick her down there. She never let him do that. It wasn't that she thought she would hate it, more that if she allowed him to orally take her; he would expect the same thing from her. She would never take his prick in her mouth. She could never do such a thing. She pulled his head away until it was outside the blanket again.

He could smell her, wanting to taste her, but Brooke stopped him before he could get very far. She always did. If only he could eat her once, maybe then she might suck him. He refused to give up, his hands on her head as he tried to push her down onto his cock. "Kiss it."

He was pushing her down under the blanket, her hand holding his prick away from her mouth. "Fuck me," she begged him. "I want to feel you inside me." She hoped that he would give up on her mouth and put his prick inside her.

Damn, Keith wanting so bad to have her suck his cock. If only once he could get her to take it inside her mouth. He climbed between her legs, pushing out until they were spread wide, too wide, but he felt the perverse desire to punish her for refusing to suck his cock. "Put my cock in you," he ordered her.

She could hear it in his voice; he was disappointed, mad at her. She did what she had to do, her hand guiding his prick, rubbing it up and down her slit until it was wet then placing it against her hole. She felt the thick head opening her up as his hips began to drive his prick inside her. He bent her legs back too far, feeling like her crotch was splitting up the middle, but she knew better than to complain. She laid back and let him have his way with her, feeling his thick cock pop inside her. He began to fuck her immediately. His prick began to saw in and out of her pussy, filling her as he always did. His hands went to her breasts, fingers pinching her nipples.

Once inside her hot, tight pussy all was forgotten, only the pleasure of her pussy muscles rippling up and down his cock mattered. She fucked him good; her tight hole gripping his cock possessively. He tried to hold off as long as he could, but she was too good, his balls needing relief. "Cum with me," he ordered her.

She faked the orgasm when she felt him cum inside her, his hot cum blasting her insides. He had never made her cum, only her fingers had done that. She wrapped her arms around him, holding him close, her body shaking in a faked orgasm as he flooded her insides with her cum. "Yes, Keith, I love it when you cum in me."

He rolled off her and was asleep in ten minutes. Brooke went into the bathroom and cleaned up the cum that dripped down her thighs. She got back into bed; Keith turned over, sleeping soundly.





CHAPTER 2



The Move



The week passed so fast. Keith had taken the last couple of days off to help pack, one last night of lovemaking to remind him of her, and then she was dropping him off at the airport. They kissed passionately until he had to board the plane and then Brooke was on the road to Manchester.

It was almost five when she got to Manchester. It was a nice ride down, but she would be glad to unload the car and lay down in a bed. She pulled in front of the house, but she opened her purse and pulled out the address to check. It had to be wrong. 3825 it said and the number on the house was the same. It couldn't be, a large hole in the roof covered with a bright blue tarp. Shit! Now what was I to do? She looked on the address that Keith had given her; along the bottom was a name and phone number. She started up the car, finding a pay phone at the gas station a couple of blocks away. She couldn't miss the large mansions hidden behind the acres of grass and trees on one side of the street. These must be the Cheney family homes.

The phone only rang once before the voice came on the line.

"Cheney residence," a formal voice said loudly.

"Hannah, please," Brooke asked. Was Hannah one of the Cheney's or just an employee?

"One moment please." Charles put his hand over the telephone. "For you, Mrs. Cheney," talking to Hannah.

Brooke heard him.

"Hello?"

"Excuse me; I'm not sure if I have the right person. This is Brooke Tedford. My husband and I are to move into 3825 today, but it's not ready. He is on his way to London, and I drove down from New Hampshire. I just saw the house and it has a big hole in the roof." Brooke was nervous as she spilled everything out.

"Brooke, I've been expecting you. Where are you?"

"I'm at the Flying A gas Station down the street."

"Look across the street. See the big iron gates?"

"Yes." They led up to the long driveway that went to the mansions perched on the hill.

"Give it a minute, but the gates will open. Drive up to the top and stop in front of the pale yellow house. I will meet you out front."

"Are you sure?" She wasn't sure what she was doing.

"Of course, Brooke." Hannah hung up the phone. "Open the gate, Charles, our guest is here. Do you have her room ready?"

"Yes, ma'am, just as you asked. The one that opens up to the garden." That was the room they used for all the young, female guests. Charles worked for the Cheney's for over twenty years and was the model of discretion. The rich lived in a different world than the common folk. He never tried to judge them or to understand them. His job was only to serve them, and he did that well.

Hannah saw the old Ford pull up the driveway, a faint trail of black smoke following it. It pulled up, and Hannah caught her first glimpse of the blonde behind the wheel. She was much prettier than the picture that Keith had shown her husband Michael.

She wasn't what she expected. Hannah looked about mid-thirties and was dressed so eloquently, even for the middle of the day. Her dress fit her like a glove, molding over her firm breasts and outlining her hourglass figure and full hips. Her legs were encased in silk stockings, long, shapely legs perched on high heels. Brooke felt like a slob when she got out of the car, her slacks wrinkled from the long drive, looking short in her flats. Not a good first impression to the boss's wife. "I'm sorry to disturb you, but your number was the only one I had."

Beneath the dumpy clothes, she had a nice figure. Her long, silky honey blonde hair hung down below her shoulders, a pert little nose, smooth complexion, but it was her soft round mouth that was her most prominent feature. She had full lips that were painted a light pink and those blue eyes that looked so innocent. Stephen would love that. As far as Hannah could tell, she had full, firm breasts that jutted out with feminine allure and the tight roundness of her buttocks were displayed even beneath the baggy pants she wore. Hannah had planned this for over two weeks. With Keith in London for two weeks, Hannah would have more than enough time for the complete subjugation of the sweet girl. Stephen couldn't wait to get his cock into the young girl. "I'm sorry about the house. I expected it to be ready in time, but a freak accident sent a large branch through the roof yesterday. It was too late to call you. "I'm afraid it will be a week or two until it is ready." Of course, that was a lie, but by the look in Brooke's eyes, she believed it.

"If you can give me the name of a nice motel around here, not too expensive, I can go there." Brooke tried to figure out how she would be able to afford two weeks in a motel. She had some money but not that much.

"I will not think of such a thing. You will stay here until the house is ready. After all, you are the wife of one of our most promising employees. Stephen insisted on it."

"I couldn't inconvenience you that much." She wouldn't know how to act with these people.

"I won't take no for an answer." Charles opened the door behind her. She turned to him. "Take her belongings in. Her clothes to her room, the rest we can store in the garage. We can't leave them in the car all day. Come with me, Brooke, I will show you around. Charles can help you if you need anything; he takes care of the household."

Another man came from the side of the house. He was gorgeous in a sinful way. His arms were huge and muscular, as was his chest, the shirt barely buttoned as they strained over her muscular abs. He wore a pair of jeans that were plastered to his thick legs, Brooke blushing when he saw her staring at the bulge in his pants. His prick couldn't be that big.

"Gino, would you help Charles?" She turned to Brooke. "Gino takes care of our grounds. He's been with us for years. If you find flowers in your room, they are from Gino. His hands have a way of working magic. He has a bungalow on the back side of the house so you will see him often." He has a cock that will make you scream with pleasure, Brooke, but you will soon learn that for yourself, Hannah thought evilly to herself.

They walked into the house, if you could call it that. It was a mansion. A massive marble stairway swirled up to the second floor, ornate iron handrails seemed to twist to the top. To the left was a formal living room, big enough to hold fifty people and probably seat them all comfortably. Brooke never saw such beautiful furniture.

"Stephen told me he wanted to meet you as soon as you arrived." Hannah's heels clicked on the floors as they walked down the hallway.

"I thought Keith said your husbands name is Michael?" Brooke wished Keith had told her more about them.

"Yes, it is. Stephen is his father, the patriarch of the Cheney family. He is Keith's boss. He is Chairman of the Board."

Therefore, Hannah married into the family. Keith said that Michael was mid-forties, so he married a young wife. Brooke felt envious of Hannah. She was obviously very intelligent and sophisticated. Brooke could learn a lot from her.

"In here," Hannah opening up one of the two massive wood doors, stepping back so Brooke could see inside.

The room was massive, two walls with floor-to-ceiling bookcases, the smell of leather books and polished wood giving it the scent of maleness. A large fireplace filled the center of the other wall and in the center of the room was a large, wooden desk with a leather chair behind it.

A tall man was already out of the chair and walking toward them. He was older, at least 60's or 70's to have fathered Michael but he was handsome and fit, his body moving like a young man, sliding across the floor gracefully. His dark eyes reflected his virility, looking at Brooke as a young man her age would look at her.

"Hannah, always so beautiful. Mrs. Tedford. So nice to meet you. You are such a ravishing young girl." He took her hand and kissed it, looking up at the young girl, his cock stirring at the thought of her standing naked before him.

Brooke found herself blushing as his hand held her so firmly. It wasn't what she expected of a man his age. "TTThank you, Stephen, Mr. Cheney," she changed.

"Stephen is good. May I call you Brooke?" He finally released her hand. "Have a seat for a moment. Can I get you a brandy? It will take a while until Charles gets your belongings to your room."

"Please, call me Brooke. I don't know how to thank you enough. Yes, a brandy would be nice." Brooke never had a brandy before, but she wasn't going to show them how naïve she was. She wanted so much to fit in.

Stephen watched as the two of them sat down in front of his desk, but his eyes were on Hannah as she sat down. She sat down slowly, her legs spreading slightly for him to see up under her short skirt for just a moment before she crossed those lovely shapely legs. He would have to make sure that Brooke was dressed appropriately for her visit. After all, they still were the largest silk manufacturer and only the finest clothes and lingerie were silk. He would soon have the young girl's body proudly display his clothes. He poured three brandies, handing them to the women, his thigh rubbing against Hannah as he passed her. "Cheers. A house is only made brighter by lovely women." He took a sip but his eyes never left Brooke as she took a sip of the brandy, her lips curling around the glass.

The brandy warmed her throat as it slid down smoothly. She had never tasted anything so nice before. Stephen chatted with the both of them, a second glass of brandy following. Brooke began to feel more comfortable, the brandy making her warm and relaxed.

The door opened, and Charles announced that Brooke's room was ready. "Dinner is at eight, so that should give you time to freshen up. And change." Stephen watched as they got up, the two women moving to the door but not before Stephen's hand roamed casually across the plump buttocks of Hannah. She didn't even turn around. He sat back in his chair, his hard cock jutting out the front of his pants. Soon it would be taken care of. Hannah had promised him.

There must be twenty rooms as they went back down the hallway and up the stairs. They went all the way to the end. "Should I dress for dinner?" Brooke wanted to please Stephen. He was such a gracious host; that is the least she could do.

"Yes, it is appropriate to dress for dinner," Hannah saying it as there was no other way it should be.

Brooke's room was enormous, bigger then their apartment. She looked out the French doors, surprised to see a broad expanse of trees and lawn. "I thought we are on the second floor?"

"Yes, the house was built that way so the bedrooms on the second floor would have very private patios. It's the backside of the house so you will never been invaded by anyone snooping in your doors or windows. I will leave you to get ready for dinner. Be prompt."

The bedroom had a double bed with a canopy. When she looked up, she saw that the ceiling of the canopy was covered in mirrors. She looked around the room, more than a normal amount of mirrors on the walls. It had a large private bath with a large clawfoot tub that looked so inviting.

Brooke found her clothes, four boxes and a suitcase piled next to a dresser. She took time to put them away, disappointed when she saw what she had to wear. She finally grabbed her only nice dress after seeing the time and filled the bathtub with hot water.

Eyes watched Brooke as she slowly undressed, first the blouse on the floor, followed by her slacks sliding down her legs, a gorgeous round ass pushed toward him as she bent over so suggestively to pull them off her ankles. She stood up in her bra and panties, cheap cotton garment that didn't do justice to her lovely tits that were revealed to his leering eyes. They were full round spheres of flesh; dark brown areolas encircled thick nipples that were already hard. He broke out into a sweat when she pulled her panties off, her naked ass revealed until she turned around, sucking in his breath as he saw the fine, blonde bush that couldn't hide the full lips of her sex. He was disappointed when she slipped into the water, but he watched her until she got out, leaving her as she toweled her naked body.

The towels were so soft, caressing her body until she felt her nipples harden. She put on her bra and panties then slipped the brown dress on. She straightened it out, but it didn't help. She put on a pair of heels, two-inch heels, the only ones that went with the dress. She thought of some jewelry, but they would look cheap and gaudy compared to what Hannah would be wearing. She took a deep breath as she closed the door behind her, walking down the vacant hallway and down the stairs until she could hear voices.

Brooke was impressed by the dinner. The dining room had a table that seated twenty, though there was only Stephen at the head of the table, dressed immaculately in a blue suit with a white shirt and red-and-blue stripped tie. Brooke was introduced to Michael, his eyes staring at her with the same intensity as Stephen did. He was just as handsome and demanding as his father. Hannah sat next to him, dressed in a pure white dress that clung to every curve in her body, a diamond necklace around her neck and the two biggest diamond earrings that she ever saw. Her makeup was flawless, her skin almost perfect. Michael and Stephen both stood up when Brooke entered, not sitting down until she did. She looked at the table, fine silver, bone china and a centerpiece of fresh flowers courtesy of Gino.

She never tasted food so sumptuous. New England clam chowder made with real crème and large clams. The salad had fresh greens that Brooke didn't even know their names. Dinner was a fish that was broiled with fresh vegetable sautéed in butter. Charles brought food in and took dirty dishes out, even the silverware changed with every course. He did it without as much as disturbing the conversation. Yet Brooke never felt so out of place. The others talked, the conversation going back and forth with witty comebacks, Brooke nodding her head or smiling when she was spoken to but not adding a thing to the conversation. Her dress embarrassed her compared to the others. It was formal but not sophisticated and stylish. She never expected to be in such a formal setting so early in her married life. She was unprepared for it, and now she had to deal with it alone. She felt like she was a young girl going to her first dance.

"Would you like coffee in the study, sir?" They had finished eating, Charles already clearing off the table.

Brooke was already a bit giddy from three glasses of wine with dinner, but the coffee was laced with something that heated her stomach. They talked some more, but after the long drive, Brooke was fading fast.

"I think we should let Brooke get some sleep." Stephen noticed her eyes closing. This wasn't the way he wanted her. He wanted her drugged, not sleepy. There would be time tomorrow to begin. Tonight she would sleep alone.

"Yes, it's been a long day." She got up, Michael and Stephen rising.

"Good night, Brooke," Stephen kissed her hand, his mouth lingering a little too long on her soft, supple flesh.





CHAPTER 3



Transformed



Eyes watched Brooke as she slipped out of her clothes and put on her baby doll pajama's.

She wanted to close the drapes on the French doors, but there were none. There was only blackness outside. They said it was private, so she turned off the lights and slipped into bed. The bed was luxurious, the sheets silk, the mattress feeling like feathers. She fell asleep almost instantly and didn't wake up until the sun shone through the French doors.

It was a beautiful day and Brooke felt refreshed. She got out of bed and walked to the doors, seeing Gino working out back, hiding behind the side so he wouldn't see her in her nightgown. She peeked around the corner so she could see him. He was planting some bushes. His shirt was off and his chest and arms were covered in a satin sheen of sweat. His muscles rippled with every movement, Brooke looking at his large hands, imagining how they would feel if they were touching her. She was mesmerized by the way, he moved, his body so fluid. He was large, much bigger than Keith. The bulge in his pants was still pronounced. If he were that big normally, she couldn't believe how big he would be if he were erect. How could a girl take such a monster inside her? She finally pulled herself away from him, looking at her watch, shamed that she had watched him for thirty minutes. She couldn't understand her fascination with him. He was not the type of man that she was drawn to.

She grabbed some clothes, a blouse and skirt and went into the shower. She took a hot bath, finding some bath crystals that made her skin feel so silky. She got out of the tub and put on her makeup. When she was finished, she walked back into the bedroom, startled to see Gino standing there in the middle of the room. "What are you doing here?" Did he watch me in the bathroom when I was naked?

Gino walked over to her, his eyes gliding up and down her body. In his hand, he held one long stem red rose from the garden. He turned to the table near the bed, pointing to the vase filled with over a dozen red roses. "My job is to make the house as beautiful as the women in it." He walked over to her, seeing her back up for a moment.

He spoke with an Italian accent though she understood what he had said. Hannah mentioned that he took care of the grounds and the flowers in the house. He walked over to her, a rose in his hand, but all she could see was the bulge in his pants. It was bigger, much bigger. He scared her, yet at the same time, he excited her. She had never been this close to a man that looked so sexually dangerous. "Tttthank you," she stammered in nervous fear. He didn't have his shirt on and every muscle in his body vibrated as he stood close to her.

"This rose is as beautiful as you are, but you must be careful, it hides the pain as well as the pleasure of its smell and sight." His hand lowered, taking the stem of the rose and sliding it up between her legs. She jumped when the stem touched the soft flesh of her inner thigh, Gino twisting it until he saw her jerk in pain when a thorn found her delicate flesh. "Don't move away," he warned her, staring into her eyes.

She felt it between her legs, not by accident; he had done it on purpose. It wasn't soft like the petals, the stem was laced with sharp thorns and Gino twisted the stem until she felt one thorn puncture her skin. He warned her from moving away, Brooke taking it seriously, his large body easily overshadowing her. She did the only thing she could do to escape the thorn. She spread her legs wider apart.

He was ready for her. When she spread her legs, he slid the rose stem up higher; her skirt pulling up until the stem was between her legs. "Do you like that, Brooke?" He rode the stem up and down, his mind imaging what was hidden beneath her skirt, the stem slipping between the full lips of her pussy.

"Please, don't. If you leave, I won't tell anyone." She could feel the thorns snagging on her panties. They were so close to tearing her most intimate flesh.

"And I will tell them how you watched me for a half an hour this morning." He smirked at her.

She already felt uncomfortable enough with the Cheneys, now they would think she was just some cheap girl that ogled the gardener. Would they change their mind about Keith after finding out his wife was a slut?

"How would you like the rose stem between your naked lips while you walked? Or between your buttocks, the slightest movement making the thorns pierce your flesh. I think you would be dripping wet." He pulled back the rose from between her legs, but not until the thorns tore her panties. He was out the door before she could say a word.

She stood there shivering, not sure if it was fear or excitement. No one had ever treated her that way before. She felt a perverse excitement in the way he treated her. It was as though she was only there to serve him sexually. It took her fifteen minutes before she could calm her nerves to go downstairs. She looked at her watch, ten o'clock.

"Good morning," Hannah smiled up from her cup of coffee. "From the time, I suspect you slept well." Hannah looked at her, dressed in a blouse and frumpy skirt that must have cost her ten dollars each.

"Can I get you something, Brooke?" Charles appeared out of nowhere.

"A cup of coffee and some toast, please. My stomach is still filled from last night." She sat down, Charles already back with the coffee. The toast followed in minutes.

"Yes, I never slept so well. It must have been the good food and company last night." Brooke became more comfortable with Hannah without the men around. Even at ten A.M., Hannah was dressed impeccably. That made Brooke envious.

"The men are out for a while, but they will be back early this afternoon. Dinner will be at seven tonight. I'll show you around after you have your coffee. Charles, bring Brooke some juice."

She didn't really want the juice, but she was afraid of disappointing her hostess. She sipped it, thinking it was orange juices, but it had a different taste, maybe tangerine. It tasted good, drinking two glasses by the time she had her two cups of coffee.

Brooke couldn't believe how big the house was. It must have thirty rooms in it. It was old, built over fifty years ago with handcrafted workmanship. She saw Gino, and he grinned at her.

"I think Gino has taken a liking to you." Hannah thought Gino was impatient; he would soon have the girl. She didn't know what he had done to her, but you could see a bit of excitement and fear in Brooke's eyes when he stared at her. He had that effect on women.

"He gave me lovely red roses for my room this morning," Brooke trying to make it sound more innocent.

"Yes, he has a way of working magic with his hands." And his cock, she thought pleasantly.

Brooke felt a bit flushed. Not just from seeing Gino. It was a heat that ran through her skin. It settled into her stomach with a warm glow. Her head was a bit dizzy, but she thought that was from too much alcohol last night. She was enjoying the time with Hannah and didn't want to spoil it.

When they went back to the living room, Stephen was just entering the house. He looked at the both of them.

"Why don't you get some clothes for Brooke from the sample room, Hannah?" He would fuck her looking like this, but he preferred the sexier look.

"No, I couldn't accept that, Stephen."

"Nonsense, Brooke. We are the largest manufacturer of silk in the world. I would be remiss if I didn't clad every lovely female in this house in our product. With a body as yours, you will wear them deliciously." His cock thickened.

It was almost as if he was flirting with her, and she was enjoying it. It had been a long time since a man had paid so much attention to her. It didn't matter his age, he was intelligent, and he was still in good shape for his age. It wasn't as if she was going to bed with him. "Thank you." She was excited as they went down the hallway to the sample room. It was like a giant closet, filled from wall to wall with all sorts of clothes, all made of silk.

"Will you pick something out for me? You have such good taste."

Hannah wasted no time. She started with the dresses, knowing exactly what size she wore. Next were the skirts, Stephen loved his girls with skirts that hugged their buttocks. The blouses were silk, all button down to reveal as much as he wanted to see. For Brooke, she found some sweaters. Tight, so they would cling to her firm, pointed tits. The last was the lingerie, Stephen's favorite. From silk bras, to panties and garter belts and least of all, the finest silk stocking that were ever made. The only thing not silk were the high heels, four-inch heels with straps that would encase her ankles in tight bondage. She piled them in Brooke's arms, a big smile on her face as she saw the clothes.

"Let's go to your room so you can try some on." They passed by the kitchen. "Send up some drinks, Charles," the girls passing by quickly. By the time they had spread the clothes out on the bed, Charles was knocking on the door with the drinks. He sat them down on the table, two glasses and a small crystal decanter of sherry.

Brooke poured the two glasses of sherry, but when she wasn't looking, Hannah poured the white liquid in Brooke's glass quickly from the small bottle that she palmed in her hand.

"I don't know how to thank you enough, Hannah. Everything is so beautiful. I can't wait to wear them." She took a sip of the sherry, the warmth enveloping her throat and her belly with a glow that raced through her body.

"Relax for a moment then you can try them on. It's Stephen you have to thank."

They drank two glasses of sherry, each one filled with the magic elixir from Hannah's pocket. If only Brooke knew what was coursing through her veins since the orange juice this morning and now the sherry. It was a special potion that Michael had bought on his visit to Mexico a year ago. It was cantharides or commonly called Spanish Fly. It was used in animal husbandry, but Michael found it to be very stimulating when used on their female guests. That and some narcotics made the girls pliable to anything they did to them.

Brooke felt like throwing off her clothes, her body so heated, especially between her legs. "I feel strange," she finally admitted.

"It must be too much sherry. It'll put you to sleep. I know you don't want to disappoint Stephen when he sees you dressed in his clothes. He is so proud of his silk and how it entices the female body such as yours."

"No, he has been so nice to me. It's just my body is so relaxed, yet I'm not sleepy. It's like I can't move a muscle." It felt strange, but good.

Hannah opened her purse and took out a silver container, almost like a cigarette case.

"That's so beautiful," Brooke seeing the shiny, silver case.

Hannah opened it and took out a small crystal vial, a silver spoon, a glass mirror and a silver straw about three inches long. She put them on the table. "Kneel over here on the floor."

It took Brooke a moment to get up, but she never asked why or what. She kneeled down next to the table, as Hannah unscrewed the vial. She used the spoon to put the white powder onto the small glass mirror. It was as if everything was for a doll, so small and delicate. Hannah took out a silver razor blade. This scared her, the edge sharp and glistening. "What's that for?"

"Just to break up the lumps." She used the blade to chop up the lumps of white powder then spread them out into four lines, each about two inches long. She put the razor back in the case, Brooke worrying too much about it.

Brooke had never seen anything like it.

"Watch what I do." Hannah took the straw and placed it in one of her nostrils. She used her finger to close her other nostril, then bent down, sticking the end of the straw at the start of the first line. She ran the straw along the line as she inhaled deeply through her open nostril.

Brooke couldn't believe it. Hannah sucked up all the white powder through the straw and into her nose. She threw her head back when she got to the end of the line, taking the straw out of her nose, but she sucked in deeply through her nostrils. Her eyes began to water and then they got a strange look, almost as if her eyeballs were floating around in her eye sockets.

"God, is that good," the rush hitting her brain instantly. "Your turn, Brooke."

"Are you sure it's okay?"

"Of course, Michael and Stephen do this, too. Tonight after dinner, I will bring it out. You don't want to feel left out, do you? You would disappoint Stephen." Brooke was afraid of disappointing them, and Hannah played her on insecurity.

Brooke wasn't sure what it was, but she was too afraid to ask and too insecure to deny them, trying so hard to fit in. And she had a bed filled with clothes to wear. Tonight she would look good. As good as Hannah.

It took a moment to figure out exactly what to do, but she did it quickly, feeling the blast as it shot to her brain. Her eyes watered and her head began to swim in confusion, but by the time she put the silver straw down, her mind was so clear and alert. It was as though everything around her came into focus for the first time. Every sense, from smell to touch, was more acute. The heat that she felt in her body moved. Her nipples swelled up as if they were touched by a man, a tingling between her legs as if her fingers were gently masturbating herself in the safety of her own bed.

Brooke was beginning to feel it. "Let's try on some clothes." Hannah grabbed a pair of panties, a bra, garter belt and a pair of silk stockings along with the four-inch heels. She looked through the pile of clothes until she found the silk robe. "In the closet where you can be comfortable putting these on."

Brooke was nervous and excited. She was going to try on the clothes, almost able to feel the soft silk against her skin. She wished Hannah wasn't here. She never undressed in front of man or a woman. She walked into the closet, the large upholstered chair sitting in the center of the room so prominently.

"I want to see these on you. Take off your clothes." Then Hannah noticed it. Brooke was blushing. She was bashful, even in front of her.

"I don't think I can with you here." Brooke was afraid of saying it, but she couldn't take off her clothes that easily.

"How about if both of us are naked? It is warm in here; it will make you feel better, and then you can feel how soft the silk feels on your skin."

Brooke nodded, her head feeling like it was exploding. Brooke watched as Hannah took off her clothes. Not the least bit shy, Brooke wished she could be like that. Her blouse came off, the silky bra looking like a fine dress. The skirt was next, Hannah standing so sexy in bra, panties, garter belt and silk stockings on her long legs.

The bra was next, Hannah slipping it off, her breasts bared, her nipples quivering in excitement from the cocaine. It always made her feel so sexy. She unsnapped her stockings just long enough to slip the panties down, her neatly trimmed bush sprinkled with drops of her excitement. She stood naked in front of Brooke. "Your turn."

Brooke stood there and took off her clothes, her eyes closed tightly as if it wasn't happening if she couldn't see it. The blouse came off quickly, the skirt falling at her feet. She reached back, arching her back as she slid the bra off her arms and let it fall at her feet. She slipped her fingers into the waistband of her panties and let them slide to her ankles. She kicked them off, standing their in her shoes, naked and trembling.

"Open your eyes, Brooke. You have such a beautiful body. Your husband must enjoy making love to you."

She opened her eyes, both of them standing naked in the center of the closet, an awkward moment for Brooke. She was glad when Hannah told her to sit in the chair. She sat down.

"Take off your shoes, Brooke." She took them off awkwardly, her legs spreading and then snapping shut but not before the eyes in the wall across from the chair saw all of her treasures exposed so lewdly. "Put on the garter belt and then the silk stockings."

Brooke did as she was told without question. She slipped the garter belt around her waist, bringing the front in line with the center of her legs, the straps hanging down. She sat in the chair as Hannah handed her the stockings. She never felt anything so smooth and soft. She wanted to rub them up and down her pussy lips.

He watched with fascination as Brooke lifted one leg up high, her legs parted lewdly, her pussy lips pulled back until the pink inner lips were revealed all the way from the top of her slit down to the dark, mysterious hole that beckoned him inside. She was having a hard time with the stockings, her leg lifted up so high that he could see between her spread cheeks and the tiny virgin ass hole peeked out obscenely. He thought he saw it pucker open and close as she finally pulled one nylon up and snapped it to the garter belt. He was rewarded with a fresh glimpse as she struggled with the other one, his hand stroking his cock as he saw her spread intimately before him so innocently.

Brooke finally stood up, naked except for silk stockings and garter belt, but the feel of the silk stockings almost made her cum when she put them on. She could imagine Keith standing in front of her as she put them on, her legs spread wantonly as he watched her. She would never do such a thing, but her mind was filled with such obscene thoughts.

"Put on the bra and panties." Hannah watched as she covered up her naked body, not even commenting that she had to open her garter belt to put on the panties. It took her only a couple of minutes until she had them on, Hannah doing a good job of picking the right size. One size smaller than she wore. The bra clung to her breasts like a second skin, hard nipples unmistakable beneath the thin silk. The panties molded across her sex, outlining her pronounced pussy lips and the bulge of her bush. She looked behind, her buttocks molded by the panties, the deep divide so sexy.

Brooke felt the silk caressing her skin. "I have to thank Stephen for these. I never felt anything so soft against my skin."

"Put these on and the robe." She handed her the four-inch heels, watching as she strapped them onto her ankles. She'll get used to her ankles being bound soon enough.

She stood up, the robe covering up her lingerie, almost disappointed that no one would see it. It took a moment to get used to the heels, so high and the straps felt confining around her ankles. Brooke noticed that Hannah had dressed quickly.

"Let's go, Brooke." Hannah grabbed her hand.

"Where?" Brooke was confused.

"You said that you wanted to thank Stephen. He's in his office. He will be surprised to see you. You'd like to do that, wouldn't you, Brooke? See the look of surprise on his face?"

"Yes, he has been so nice to me. But I'm not dressed."

"You look very respectable. You have a robe on." She opened the door and they were walking down the hallway before Brooke could even protest, which she didn't.

They didn't see anyone as they walked to the large double doors of Stephen's office. She couldn't wait to see the look on his face.

Stephen looked up as they walked in, seeing Brooke in the silk robe. He could make out every delicious curve beneath it, his cock rearing up in passion as she stood in front of the desk. He stood up as he waited for her to say something.

She felt so sexy, standing in front of him in her robe, the silk garments caressing her flesh beneath it. Her pussy was wet, her nipples throbbing as if she was fast approaching an orgasm. "I want to thank you for the clothes. They are so sensual. I never felt anything like it."

"Your very welcome, Brooke. I like a girl that is appreciative." He looked at her. "I do love to see my silk. Take off your robe and let me see how they fit you." He saw the hesitation in her eyes. "You are appreciative, aren't you, Brooke?"

She didn't know why she did it, but she did. Her fingers went nervously to the buttons of the robe, opening them one at a time as Stephen's eyes followed them. When she reached the last button, she pulled it off her shoulders and let is slip to the floor. She stood before a man other then her husband for the first time in her lingerie. She felt a wickedness in her body as Stephen looked at her, his eyes piercing her body with his stare.

He walked around her, looking at every curve and crease in her body, Hannah doing a good job at putting a size too small on her body. "You have a lovely body, Brooke." One hand went to her waist, Brooke jumping at first contact, but he didn't move his hand, leaving it on her hot, trembling flesh until she got used to his touch. "Good girl," he encouraged her, Brooke finally letting out the air that she sucked in her lungs the first time his hand touched her naked skin.

He was touching her, her body rigid in fear. He didn't move his hand, just touching her waist, her naked waist. She could barely breathe. His hand moved down over her hip, Brooke frozen to the spot. The hand slid back, feeling it sliding over her buttock, his fingers gripping her flesh as her buttocks clenched uncontrollably.

"Yes, I love to feel the softness of my silk beneath my fingers." He tightened his grip on the firm flesh of her buttock, feeling her muscles quivering beneath his hand. He released one cheek, but his hand slid over the deep divide of her crack and grabbed the other cheek with equal vigor. He released her cheek, turning her around until she was facing him. "Your body does my silk justice, Brooke." He looked into her eyes, seeing her staring off into space. His hand crept up her naked belly, but she didn't move a muscle, even when his hand cupped one of her firm, young breasts and squeezed it beneath the thin bra. He felt the hard nipple, wishing he had time to provoke it further, but he wanted her to get used to a man touching her so intimately first. He teased both of her breasts and nipples with his fingers, Brooke trembling before him. "Such lovely panties, Brooke," he said to her face, her blue eyes opening wide as his hand slid down her belly and over her mound until he cupped her full lips in his fingers. He squeezed them together, one finger in between them. Brooke moaned softly, feeling the wetness on his fingers. He released her pussy, stepping back so he could admire her sexy body.

She couldn't believe she was letting a man touch her body so intimately, especially a man as old as Stephen. But his hand didn't feel old, just exciting. He touched her everywhere as if he owned her. She almost came when he touched her sex, a thick finger worming between her lips. She almost wanted to hump him until she came. She 6felt bad when he his hands were removed. He stepped back, his eyes drinking in her half-naked body. He sat in the chair next to her, turning her toward him. He reached down and lifted up one leg by her ankle until her foot was between his legs.

Her leg was up high, sitting on the seat of the chair. He pushed out on one thigh until her leg bowed open, his hand sliding softly over the silk stocking until they found the soft, naked flesh of her inner thigh. He rubbed her thigh all the way to her crotch but didn't stop there, his finger running along the edge of her panties as her pussy gushed her excitement. She wished he would push his fingers inside her panties and touch her naked sex, but he put her foot back on the floor, standing up in front of her. "Your welcome, Brooke. I always love a girl to look good in my silk. And feel as you do it. I will see you both at dinner." He went back to his work, as Brooke finally put her robe back on, and they both left the room.

Hannah went back to the room to get her cocaine and kit. "See you at dinner. I think Stephen likes you. Now we just have to please Michael, too."





CHAPTER 4



Defiled in Her Sleep



Brooke never felt as sexy as she did when she walked down the stairs, the four-inch heels clicking loudly on the floor, feeling the strap around her ankle holding them secure. The black dress shimmered as she walked; the silk bra and panties underneath feeling almost invisible. Her thighs swished as the silk stocking rubbed together as she walked. She wished she had more time before dinner, a strange desire to masturbate, but she dared not be late. Her body still felt strange, but it was a good strange, the sexual excitement racing through every pore in her body.

She walked into the living room, smiling as she waited for everyone to praise her new look, but only Charles said anything to her, the others not even looking up from their conversation.

"Can I get you a drink, Brooke? Dinner is about to be served."

"Yes, that would be nice," but she did even specify what she wanted before Charles walked off.

Stephen looked at his watch. "Dinner time." He looked up to see Brooke standing there. He smiled at her, but his eyes were drawn back to Hannah, her body clad in a shimmering silver dress, the front of the dress dipping down almost to her belly button, her luscious breasts unencumbered and almost revealed. The skirt was short, barely covering the top of her stockings, the garter belt teasing Stephen when she uncrossed her legs.

They all said good evening to her as they passed her by, but they were too engrossed with each other to notice Brooke more than with a passing glance. Her confidence slipped quickly away as they walked into the dining room.

Brooke sat across from Michael and Hannah as Charles brought her drink. Her lips were dry, drinking half of it, feeling the liquid slide into her stomach, her body heating up instantly. It gave her a glow that she couldn't explain or wanted to. She clenched her thighs together, wishing that she could masturbate and scratch the itch between her legs. She drank the rest of the drink, Charles ready with a new one as soon as she put it down.

Dinner was brought in by Charles, Brooke finding her hunger was not for food but something else. She picked at the food as not to insult her hosts.

"You look much nicer tonight, Brooke," Stephen finally addressing her.

"Thank you," but it wasn't much of a compliment.

"I will help her tomorrow," Hannah volunteered.

"Yes, that would be good. We must make Keith proud of his wife." Michael looked at Brooke and then back to his wife.

Politics was the dinner topic, Brooke clueless, merely nodding her head in agreement when someone asked her. Dinner was so long, Brooke finishing three drinks by the time it was done.

"Shall we adjourn to the living room," Stephen already up, pulling out Hannah's chair so he could admire her long, naked legs as she slid out of the chair.

Brooke was left to fend for herself, sheepishly following them into the living room. Charles brought cognac for everyone, one in particular for Brooke. He left the decanter on the table. "I won't disturb you further tonight, sir." He left the room, turning down the lights and closing the door behind him.

"Would you like some of this?" Hannah opened the drawer of the table and brought out the silver case.

"I prefer something mellower. How about a smoke?" Michael watched as Hannah pulled out the wooden box.

"Yes, that would be nice." She opened it and took out four rolled cigarettes. "Stephen?"

"Thank you, but no, I'll just watch you young people enjoy."

"Brooke?"

She never smoked, but she was feeling so down and left out. "I've never smoked before, but I would like to try if you will show me how." She wanted so hard to fit in. She was willing to do anything. She thought the new clothes would bring her confidence, but they barely recognized that she changed. She was letting her husband down.

"Come over here and sit between us." Michael moved so Brooke could sit between Hannah and himself. Michael took out the of the cigarettes, handing it to Brooke, another to Hannah.

She never saw a cigarette like it before. It looked like it was hand rolled, not out of a pack that they sold at the drugstore. These were rich people; they smoked hand-rolled cigarettes just like hand rolled Cuban cigars. She put it between her lips as Michael lit silver lighter. He touched the flame to the cigarette, the paper flaming before the end lit. She did what they saw on television, inhaling the smoke. It burned her throat as it went down.

"HHhhh," she coughed, the acrid smell of the cigarette filling her mouth.

"Try again."

She tried to inhale again, but the smoke was so hot and acrid, feeling like it was burning her tongue and throat before it would go down. "HHHGGG," she almost gagged on the smoke.

"Help her, Michael." Hannah already lit up hers and took a deep drag of it, holding it in her lungs as long as she could before she blew it out, the blue smoke curling up into the air. "OOOH, soo good."

Michael took the cigarette from Brooke's hand, not knowing what he was going to do, waiting for instructions. He inhaled deeply, the tip of the cigarette growing red and hot. He didn't inhale it like Hannah, instead he held it in him mouth. He reached over to Brooke, his hand on her shoulder and his palm behind her head, holding her as she saw his face come so close to hers. The next thing she knew, she felt his lips touching hers, his tongue forcing her lips open as he blew the smoke into her mouth.

"Inhale it slowly, Brooke," it was Hannah instructing her.

His lips never left hers, as she slowly inhaled the smoke, feeling a little uncomfortable with Keith's boss kissing her while his wife watched, but the smoke was not so harsh, feeling it go into her lungs, a new sensation, a brief euphoria that clouded her mind for a moment. She kept it as long as she could like Hannah, finally blowing the smoke back into Michael's mouth. He pulled his lips from hers, inhaling the second hand smoke into his lungs. She could still feel his lips on hers and a tingling between her legs. Why did these rich and powerful men have such an effect on me?

"It's strong," she said, but she forgot what else she was going to add to it. Before she could say another word, Michael dragged deeply on the cigarette, this time Brooke waiting for him, opening her mouth to receive the smoke, a strange sexual excitement to what he was doing. She inhaled the smoke deeply into her lungs, her breasts pushing out as her chest bellowed until she felt her nipples harden when they touched Michael's chest. As she was holding the smoke, Michael's tongue slipped into her mouth, exploring her teeth and gums until he found her tongue, lashing at it excitedly. She held the smoke as long as she could, not wanting his tongue to withdraw from her mouth. She finally had to blow the smoke out, Michael's lips deserting her once again. Her head began to cloud up, as though she was in a fog. Hannah was saying something, but Brooke couldn't concentrate on the words.

Brooke could smell the smoke swirling around her, as she fell back against the couch, sinking into the leather.

"Take some more, Brooke."

Brooke opened her mouth, but this time the lips were softer, gentler, but the tongue followed the smoke as it filled her lungs. She sucked the smoke, this time feeling her breasts rubbing up against another set of breasts, the lips kissing her and the tongue in her mouth belonging to Hannah. It should have bothered her, but it didn't. In fact, her tongue lashed out to greet the searching tongue, just as she did when Keith French kissed her deeply. The lips left her wanting, but her body failed to respond to her. She curled her feet up on the couch, Michael giving her room to curl them under her. She looked down, her skirt bunched up high, her garter belt revealed, but she didn't have the strength to push her dress down her shapely legs.

Michael gave her a cigarette, this time Brooke inhaling it deeply, looking down as her breasts heaved when her lungs filled. Her eyes were glazed over as the marijuana began to cloud her mind.

Stephen watched the three of them as the marijuana began to take effect. His cock was hard as he, Hannah and Michael went to work on the young girl. Her veins were filled with two days of Spanish Fly, and she had cocaine this afternoon and now marijuana to make her mellow.

Michael took Brooke's's hand and placed it on his lap. He began to rub it over his throbbing cock, her eyes barely opening. His erection grew as the soft fingers touched him. She might not know what she was doing, but her hand began to move by itself, slowing rubbing his shaft up and down. He reached over, his hand sliding over her breast, squeezing one pert tit as his cock jerked in celebration.

Brooke saw stars, colors and strange shapes flying across the dimly lit room as her body slowly sank into the couch. It felt strange, panic hitting her when she grew too disoriented then she calmed down, her body floating above her as if she could look down at herself. She tried to move her hand away from her breast, but it refused to move, feeling her fingers finding her nipple and pinching it until it grew erect. She looked down, her hands not on her breasts, but one hanging limply at her side, the other one was in Michael's lap. It was Michael's hand on her breast. She curled her fingers, finding them wrapped around something hard and throbbing. It was a prick, Michael's prick. She looked over at Hannah, but she didn't notice. Brooke's hand moved up and down, just as she did when she masturbated Keith.

Hannah came over to the other side of Michael. "Let me help you, Brooke. I'll take it out for you to play with it." She brushed her hand away for just a second, opening up his belt and pulling down his zipper. "You do the rest, Brooke."

Michael's cock was almost free, his hips rising up, wanting to feel someone's hand stroking his cock. Michael grabbed Brooke's soft hands, this time putting it into his shorts, almost cumming when her soft fingers curled around the naked flesh of his cock. "Take it out."

She didn't know what she was doing; all she knew was that she had to please the cock in her hand. She pulled it out of his shorts, looking down through her dazed eyes to see her hand holding his cock up majestically.

"Take another drag," Michael holding a joint to her lips as she filled her lungs again. His hand ran over the soft skin of her cheek and lips until she inhaled the sweet smoke, then his mouth enveloped hers, his tongue demanding, shooting into her mouth as he explored her oral cavity, wishing it were his cock that was between her lips.

She had never seen another man's cock before, but in her hand was Michael's cock. It was so much bigger than Keith, longer and thicker. Her fingers ran up and down the shaft, feeling the blood pulsing in the thick veins, her fingers wet as they continued to stroke him. It was huge, how could Hannah take such a monster inside her? It was inhuman. She looked over at Michael, but he was engaged with Hannah. His hands were rubbing her long, naked legs, pulling her skirt up until her naked thighs above her stockings were revealed. Her legs spread wide as his fingers found her black panties, his fingers squeezing her mound as her hips rose up from the couch. Brooke's hands froze when his fingers pushed Hannah's panties aside, and two fingers impaled her as she gasped in unexpected pleasure.

It felt so good when he fingered her deep. "Don't stop, Brooke, stroke his cock and make him feel good."

Brooke's hand moved mechanically, her fingers closing around the hot, pulsating flesh of Michael's cock. Neither one of them were paying any attention to Brooke, so immersed in their own sexual pleasure, only interested in the feel of Brooke's masturbating hand. She held her breath, the buzz clouding her mind, her mouth opened wide as she watched Michael's fingers skewering Hannah's pussy as she ground her hips back and forth onto them as though it was his cock. But his cock was in Brooke's hand, his hips moving as her fingers tightened around his cock as though it were a pussy.

It felt so good, Brooke's inexperienced hand a perverse excitement for Michael as she masturbated him without knowing why or caring. Stephen was watching the three of them with voyeuristic pleasure.

Brooke couldn't understand why her hand was gripping his cock so possessively. This was Keith's boss. She was part of a perverse threesome, her mind beginning to grasp how salacious and degrading the situation was. She had only been with one man, her precious husband, yet after only two days away from him, she was openly fondling another man's cock in plain sight of everyone. Yet she couldn't move, frozen on the couch as the other two sought out their pleasure. Brooke was confused, her mind revolted at what she was performing, but her body was excited by the perversity of the act. It was nothing that she had ever fathomed, her drugged mind unable to unleash from the degrading act.

"Faster," Michael urged her when he felt Hannah ready to cum. "Faster, Brooke," wanting to spill his seed in her hand.

Her hand moved with lightning speed, her fingers gripping his shaft so tightly as she sought to give him the pleasure he wanted so she could be free. It only took seconds before she felt his body stiffen; crying out as his cock jerked in her hand and his milky white cum arced up into the air and came back down to land on her hand. Her hand continued to slide up and down his shaft, now slippery with his hot sperm as he shot again and again until his sperm dripped onto her dress from her hand. She felt his cock shrinking in her hand, her hand covered in his sperm, the bond that held her subjugated to this wanton act finally over, releasing her. She could no longer sit and be debauched, standing up and running from the room. Her heels clicked loudly on the stairs as she raced to her room, closing the door and leaning against it as her lungs struggled to fill with air.

Brooke began to cry, her body filled with unexplained emotions. It took five minutes before she stopped, walking into the bedroom, the room lit by the lamp on the nightstand. She saw the decanter of sherry and the glass on the table near the bed, pouring herself a glass, her lips dry from sobbing. She needed something to settle her emotions, something to clear her head so she could understand why she did what she did. She couldn't understand how she could have masturbated Michael until he came in her hand while he masturbated his wife in full view. She would have thought it was only a terrible drug-induced nightmare, except her hand was still wet with his sperm.

Brooke began to undress, slipping off her shoes and then her dress, sitting in the chair as she took off her stockings and garter belt. She removed her bra, leaving on the wispy panties and threw on a diaphanous nightgown. She reached over and finished the glass of sherry, the drink filling her belly with a warmth that soothed her shattered nerves. She hoped it would make her sleep so she could put out the twisted image of the threesome and her masturbating hand out of her mind. She lay back in the bed, pulling the sheet up to cover her shameful body. She reached over and turned off the lamp, but it only dimmed. She switched again, dimmer, but still burning. One more click and nothing happened. She looked for the cord, but it ran under the bed and out of sight. Then she saw it, a silk mask to cover her eyes. It was there as if someone expected her to need it or were the rich always covering their eyes at night so they could sleep late after the sun came up. She put it on, enveloped in a calming darkness. She laid down as the comfortable bed enveloped her body. She squirmed for a few moments as she tried to get situated, but then the strange events of the day and the drugs took their effect, her body floating off into a drugged-induced sleep.

Gino watched from the outside, the dimly lit room outlining her lovely body in a sensual silhouette. His cock reared up in his pants, ready to teach the haughty young wife how a real man takes a woman. He let the drugged sherry work its magic, not wanting her to cry out when she squirmed beneath him as he took her with his hard, thick cock. He waited ten minutes before he entered, quietly slipping across the room until he was towering over her bed, the nightlight bright enough so he could inspect her intimately. The mask was a brilliant last-minute thought, her eyes shrouded in darkness. He could hear her soft breathing, her body motionless beneath the sheet. With the hands of a musician, he pulled the sheet off of her body until it dropped to the floor. Her legs were parted slightly, the nightgown riding up to above her knees, to reveal part of her long, shapely legs. The diaphanous nightgown could barely hide her lovely breasts, the nipples still pointed and hard from the aphrodisiac they had fed her for two days, the dark nipples standing out against the alabaster flesh of her breasts. His gaze went down over her belly, until he could see the slight rise where her blonder pubic hairs pushed up the nightgown. He couldn't wait until he stripped the nightgown from her body so he could feast his eyes on the flesh that lay totally at his mercy. By morning, he will have introduced her to the feel of a real man that would fill her womanhood. She would never be satisfied with her wimpy husband again.

Gino reached down to the hem of her nightgown with one hand, pulling it up slowly and carefully, watching for any sign that she was awake. He drew it up over her long legs, sliding it until her panties were revealed, his erection threatening to bust from his jeans as he revealed her white belly, finally uncovering her two perfectly formed breasts that stood up proudly, the nightgown rubbing the two nipples to erection as it passed over them. She moved slightly when his hands slid into the waistband of her panties, but not a word from her as he slid them down her legs, leaving her naked, a lovely blonde bush revealed.

He rubbed his cock as he gazed at her slightly parted thighs, the smooth inner flesh revealed, his eyes drawn up to her pussy, the soft, blonde hairs almost invisible, her slightly closed lips partly visible, the edge of her slit glistening with the dew from her excitement. Stephen had let him fuck many of the young girls that he brought to the mansion, but Gino was going to enjoy humiliating this innocent wife, introducing her to the most perverse acts.

He stood over her as he undressed. His cock jutted out from his shorts when his jeans released it from the tight confines. He slipped down his shorts, his manhood jutting out like a thick branch, his hand stroking the huge, throbbing cock as it continued to grow. Nine inches of cock, Brooke would never be satisfied with anyone else. He pulled the foreskin back as he stroked his erection. He had to be careful that he didn't accidently explode all over her, but his mind conjured up an image of his cum shooting all over the delicate features of her face and onto her lovely tits, his milky white cum burning her flesh as his copious fluids covered her body. How humiliating it would be to the innocent wife, drowning in the cum of another man.

He moved until he was on the edge of the bed. His hand touched her cheek, but she didn't move. He tilted her head to the side, her mouth opening slightly, only inches from his cock. He pushed with his hips until he could feel her hot breath blowing through her nostrils, placing the head of his erect cock on the edge of her closed lips. The head of his cock was wet with his pre cum. With one hand on her chin, the other on her nose, he gently pried her mouth open and her white teeth were revealed. A gentle shove with his hips and the head of his cock slipped through the opening. Her puckered lips accepted the head of his cock, curling around his flesh. With her mouth open, tiny drops of spittle ran from the corner of her mouth. He made his cock jerk repeatedly until droplets of white, milky cum leaked from the head into her reluctant mouth, lubricating her lips until they glistened in the light. He would love to plunge his cock into her mouth, shooting his cum into her trembling throat as she gulped furiously to swallow his potent sperm. He hoped Stephen would give him the opportunity. He gazed at her naked body, his fingers curling her lips tighter around the head of his cock, his hips beginning to move back and forth gently. His hand went to work on exploring her body, fingers finding one pert little nipple, rolling the rubbery flesh in his fingers until he could feel it hardening under his manipulation.

His cock slipped from her lips when she moved, moaning softly as though she was aware he was fondling her naked body. Her lips glistened with his cum, her pink tongue slipping out of her mouth nervously, her face grimacing as it drew his salty cum onto her taste buds.

"Keith, come to bed with me," she mewed softly, her thighs clenched tightly together.

Once she felt his cock inside her, she would no longer confuse him with her husband. Gino would teach her the difference tonight. His large, callused hands caressed her nipples into sharp points then pinched them until she moaned in pleasure. His hand gripped one full breast and squeezed it, Brooke arching up from the bed to shove the hardened nipple deeper into his palm. He deserted her breasts, his hand sliding over her belly, seeing her suck in her gut until his fingers passed through the fine hairs of her blonde bush.

Brooke felt fingers running through her bush, teasing the hairs down to the follicles. She thought it was her husband, dreaming that he was home and ready to make love to her again. She missed him, her body on edge, needing him to release the sexual tension in her body. "I want you, Keith." She could taste the maleness of her husband when she licked her lips. He was near her, her body responding to his fingers teasing her turgid nipples, her juices flowing between her legs as she clenched her inner muscles. "I need you inside me," she begged him.

He wouldn't deny her the pleasure. He went to the foot of the bed, crawling toward her. He pushed her unresisting thighs apart, her legs spreading shamelessly as he crawled between them. He opened her up, spreading her legs wider, her pussy flowering open to reveal the fresh pink inner flesh to his gaze.

She didn't know why she didn't stop him, his hands holding her legs open as he crouched between her legs, exposing her lewdly. She felt hot breath blowing on her sex, holding her breath.

"AAAAAHHH," she cried out in her dream as a hot, moist tongue touched her mound, kissing her lewdly on her naked sex. She could feel his tongue snaking along her sex, sliding apart her tightly clenched lips to attack her orally. She never allowed Keith to do this to her, but in her dream, she was welcoming his probing tongue. Her hands found her sheet gone, her nightgown stripped from her body. Her hands slid down and caressed her nipples, feeling their sensitive hardness before sliding down over her belly and onto her inner thighs, spreading her legs wantonly for her husband's oral assault. She was impatient, her fingers seeking out her oily lips, pulling them back until she felt the wet tongue sliding up and down her slit. She moaned softly, her hips rising up to push her pussy into his probing tongue. "EEEHEH," she cried out in pleasure when he drew her pussy lips into his mouth. She was going to let her husband's tongue lick her intimately!

Gino couldn't believe that the young wife was squirming beneath him, opening herself up to his probing tongue. He shoved his face into her wet mound, his cheeks glistening with her juices as the pointed tip of his tongue ran up and down her slit, pausing to press against the elastic opening of her pussy, then back up to attack her clit as she shrieked in unexpected pleasure. He sucked the engorged bud into his mouth, biting gently on the base so his tongue could lash at the swollen tip. Her body shook beneath him.

Her body froze when he bit her clit, but he just gripped it gently, so his tongue could work her pleasure button into a wet froth. Her hands reached down and gripped his head, but she couldn't stop him as his tongue licked up and down her slit, even shoving deep down into the deep crack of her clenching buttocks, his tongue flicking back and forth over the puckered opening of her quivering anus. She tried to ground her hips into the bed, to escape the probing tongue, but his tongue was relentless in seeking out all the parts of her body that she had refused Keith before. She had no willpower to stop him from whatever he wanted to do to her naked and spread body.

He couldn't wait to drive his big cock into her and split her open. He couldn't believe what he was doing to her, her frenzied movements covering his face with her abundant juices. He let her guide his mouth until he sucked eagerly on her tight hole, lubricating it with his tongue for something much bigger. He invaded her tight hole, flicking his tongue back and forth as his cock would soon do. She pushed his head hard against her as his tongue probed deep into her pussy, his nose rubbing up and down her slit and over her clit.

"Fuck me, Keith. I want you inside me now." She couldn't stand the emptiness inside her. She wanted to feel his manhood fill her. She had missed their lovemaking.

Gino would fuck the haughty bitch but not the gentle lovemaking she was used to. He would take her hard and brutal, yet leave her wanting for more once he finished with her. He grabbed her legs and threw them up against her breasts, then bowed them out until the flat plane of her sex was open and exposed. He slid along her body, gazing down between them as he placed his thick cock along her wet pussy lips, her lips curling around his thick organ. He began to rock his cock along the wet furrow as he lubricated his cock.

She never felt Keith so big or hard, his hands spreading her open lewdly, her body almost bent in two. He was suspended above her, feeling the hot flesh of his cock between her lips, quivering in unexpected excitement. His hips began to rock it back and forth, teasing her as he never did before until she found her hips moving, hoping to coax the massive head into her tight hole. Two days of sexual tension drove the drugged wife into a sexual frenzy. She wanted the cock to punish her for her unladylike conduct. She reached down between them, searching out Keith's cock. She felt the hard flesh, her fingers unable to get around the girth of his flesh, surprised at how virile Keith had become. She began to stroke, just as she had done with Michael's cock, feeling the familiar feel of hot fluids burning her hand as her fingers coaxed his semen from the thick head. She rubbed the head of his cock up and down her slit, her ass rising up to keep it rubbing hard against the wet inner flesh of her slit. She pushed it down until she felt the thick head sitting at the entrance of her vagina, the tight hole forced open as she gripped the massive head.

Gino had to hold back from spearing her with his cock, While he couldn't think of anything nicer than to impale the arrogant girl on his cock, he would take it slow, making her beg to receive his cock and only then would he give her more than she was expecting. By then, it would be too late to do anything but lie submissively beneath him as he took her hard and fast until she begged him to dump his cum into her hole. He felt the tight hole around the head of his cock, a flick of his hips and he pushed inside, slowly opening her up for all of his cock. It felt like his cock was trapped in a blast furnace, the tight hole stretched around the massive head.

She felt it enter her, the air sucked from her lungs when she cried out, the cruel pressure as the blunt head of his cock stretched the elastic hole and popped inside with a harshness that she never felt with Keith before. "OOH, Keith, you're too big." A soft moan escaped from her lips.

Her cry only made him harder, flexing his hips to shove more of his cock into her hole, another deeper cry inciting his lust. No matter how hard he tried, his basic urges to punish her took over, ramming forward with his cock, sinking the enlarged cock deeper into the tight passage. She had never taken such girth before, her muscles fighting every inch of cock as he fed her, skewering her ass into the soft mattress as she vainly tried to escape the cruel ravishment. Her legs kicked out to the side as she tried to accommodate him.

"NNNNNOOO," she cried out from the pain between her legs. "TTTTOOO, haard, ttto ddeep, Keeeith," she screamed as she felt the thick cudgel stretch her painfully. Keith continued to drive into her, inch by painful inch of thick cock invaded her tight hole. Her body was pinned to the bed like a wounded animal while Keith snarled over her, feeling his cock splitting her up the middle. Her crotch ached as he spread her too wide, but it paled in comparison to the ripping of the giant cock burrowing deeper inside her. "Pllleasse, Keeith, gentle," she begged.

He grinned sadistically as he saw her lips curl up in pain, pleading with him to be gentle, but he made his cock flex deeper inside, stretching the elastic walls of her tight pussy with painful shudders. He still had more cock to feed her. She would take all that he could jam into her, stopping only when he slammed against her cervix. Her pussy was stretched tight around his shaft, his black wiry hairs mixed with the soft, blonde hairs. He might tear her with his cock, but he cared for little anything other than his own pleasure. His cock jutted out of her hole, still more than five inches of cock remaining. Her pussy wouldn't take much more before he bruised her cervix, but he hoped that Stephen would let him take her rectum where she wouldn't be able to deny his nine inches of cock up her intestines.

Brooke tried to squirm away from him, but his cock followed her every movement, the searing pain as the blunt head of his cock stretched her walls, painful contractions of her muscles inciting a further lust by him. It didn't feel like Keith, Brooke able to feel every bump, ridge and vein on the cock as her pussy engulfed the shaft with her stretched hole. Another powerful thrust of his hips and she screamed out as the cock slammed into her cervix, feeling as though he bruised the sensitive flesh, feeling like he was trying to drive his cock into her womb. His balls rubbed salaciously in the crack of her buttocks, wiry hairs tickling her exposed anus. She felt his cock withdrawing, her insides dragged out by the powerful suction of the thick head, her insides rubbed by the bumps and ridges of his cock. The opening of her pussy felt like the elastic hole was being pulled out, but just before his cock broke free, his hips drove the cock back into her pussy with a powerful thrust that forced her buttocks into the bed. "EEEEEWWWW, yooourr killing me, Keithhhh!"

Brooke went from empty to full in seconds, her legs kicking out in painful abandonment. Her insides yielded to the thick cock, filling her completely. He stopped when he fully embedded in her, her ragged breathing the only sound. Her drugged mind went back to his oral assault, the wonderful feeling that his tongue had drawn from her body. She licked her lips again, the salty fragrance of his manhood filling her head. His cock was painful as he took her, but she began to feel something different. Her subservient body was bent in two, her legs spread wide to the side, a thick trunk of a cock jutting out from her pussy began to change her perception. Her pussy contracting involuntarily around the cock sent spasms through her body.

Gino rested inside her, feeling the wonderful pleasure of the gentle contractions of her pussy muscles. He flexed his cock inside her, his flesh rippling up and down the tight passage.

"OOOHHH," Brooke moaned when she felt his organ come alive inside her.

He flexed once again, a soft moan from her lips, this time beginning to move inside her, slowly at first, drawing out an inch then back in, each time his cock head teasing at the soft elastic walls of her pussy. He began to tease her with his cock, looking down at her mask-covered face, her breathing slow and shallow in time with the soft strokes of his cock. She wanted him, wanted his cock inside her.

As fast as the pain started, it disappeared, replaced with a wantonness that started deep in her womb and touched every nerve ending that his prick touched. Her belly began to contract, her nipples pulsating with blood, her pussy muscles gripping the thick cock with loving ripples of excitement. "It feels so good, Keith. I never want it to go away," her buttocks making short circles forcing the cock to touch every spot inside her. She could feel the blood pulsating in the head of his cock, in sync with her own heartbeat. Her body was drenched in sweat, feeling it trickle down between her flexing buttocks, a tingling in her anus as it fell to the mattress beneath her. "I never felt you like this before, Keith. You fill me so completely." She never wanted to go back to their boring lovemaking. She wanted to be taken brutally by his massive cock.

He let her do all the work, her hips rotating, her inner sinews gripping his cock with such delight. The lips of her hair-lined slit slid up and down his shaft like a tight band, her fine hairs rubbing on the shaft as she rode him. He let her body pump his rigid cock. His cock withdrew; the soft ridges of her pussy sliding deliciously over his shaft then back down as she swallowed up all of his cock into her dripping hole. There was no pain etched on her face, only a smirk on her lips and the utter abandonment as the defiled wife fucked him like a wanton whore. She began to move faster, her juices flowing freely, his cock shoving in and out with a wet sucking sound. She wouldn't last long before she came, but Gino would wait, wait until she had her pleasure.

It overcame her before she could understand it. Keith had never given her an orgasm with his cock inside her, but she felt it rushing through her body. She shoved her ass up high off the bed, her feet digging into the mattress as she swallowed up the demanding cock that was giving her so much pleasure. "EEEEEEHHH, IIII'mmmm cummminggg," she cried out in helpless abandonment, groaning as her body vibrated from deep between her legs. Her juices flooded the massive cock that filled her, drowning it with her feminine arousal. She could feel it dribble down the crevice of her buttocks and over her puckered anus, sending the tight muscles into uncontrollable spasms. Her body was uncontrollable, jerking spastically, Brooke grunting in pleasure.

"Now you are mine," Gino feeling the last of orgasm. "Now you'll learn to fuck." He grabbed her ankles, pulling them high over her head until they touched the mattress behind her head, rolling her up into a tight ball, the widespread split of her legs leaving her slit and the crevice of her buttocks open completely for him. She had her pleasure, now she will learn how a real man takes his pleasure from a woman. He rammed with his hips, filling her with his demanding cock until the thick head of his cock banged against her cervix with a sickening thud, driving her body into the mattress as though he was trying to drill his cock through her body. His body dropped down onto hers, his lips finding her mouth, spreading her lips open as his tongue invaded her mouth just as his cock invaded her pussy with equal ferocity. His upper body pinned her legs, keeping her in the locked position as he rammed his cock with brutality into the soft folds of her pussy.

When she would normally relax and catch her breath after such an orgasm, this was different. She groaned as her body was submissively bent in two, her ass rising up from the bed as Keith plundered his pussy with powerful thrusts of his cock. His body covered hers, his hairy chest scratching painfully against her sensitive nipples, his tongue filling her mouth in rhythmic thrusts that matched those between her legs. She couldn't move, pinned on the bed, the brutal thrusts shoving her body until she smashed her head into the headboard, but Keith didn't relent. It felt like the giant head grew thicker, sliding up and down her wet and slippery passage until his balls banged harshly against her exposed anus with a thick thud.

Gino's hands slid under her ass, raising her up to meet his powerful thrusts, his strong fingers digging into the meat of her buttocks, yanking on them until the crack of her ass was stretched wide apart.

She couldn't believe what he was doing to her, but she finally managed for her hands to escape her pinned body, but she didn't try to push him away. Instead, her hands slid down his back, her fingernails raking his skin, forcing more powerful thrusts inside her as he opened her up to receive the delicious rape of her body. She humped up against him, flexing her inner muscles as she fucked back with delicious abandonment. His kiss was rough and brutal, but she sucked deeply on the tongue that invaded her mouth, gulping loudly to swallow the thick saliva that he emptied into her, the male sweat and his hot breath setting her body on fire.

The bed shook loudly, the headboard cracking against her head as the two tightly joined bodies smashed wetly against each other. They both groaned and moaned as their mutual orgasms drew near; the wet sound of the hammering cock sliding in her warm cunt filled the room with fiery sounds and smell of brutal sex.

Gino felt the hot cum building in his balls, using long, cruel stabs of his cock to bury his lust-filled cock into her belly. His balls slapped hard against her anus, but that only incited his perverse lust. He was ready to explode inside her soft, unresisting pussy. "I'm fucking you like you have never been fucked before."

"Yes, my darling, fuck me, fuck me hard." Her insides were split painfully by the flared head of his cock that only grew thicker as his orgasm drew near. Then she felt it, like nothing she ever felt before. Torrents of hot cum bathed her insides with their fiery lava. Powerful jets of cum shot against her cervix as her cunt opened up and spewed an unexpected orgasm that shook her body from the depths of her soul. Her buttocks clenched uncontrollably, her anus puckering open and closed as his hairy balls scratched over the nerve-rich hole. Her quivering pussy spilled out her cum to join his, her hand reaching out to grasp the powerful buttocks of her husband then sliding down to grab the hanging balls and massage the wiry hairs against her exposed anus with wild lust.

"I want to drown in your cum," she cried out, his cock jetting gallons of cum into her unresisting pussy, her inner muscles giving his cock one last powerful clench to drain the last of the cum from his balls. Her head exploded as she collapsed in utter exhaustion, not even feeling the thick cock shrinking inside her.

Her body suddenly went listless beneath him, her legs hanging limply at her sides. Gino finally regained his strength, his deflated cock popping out of her pussy, a flood of white, milky cum dripping out between her legs. Her fine blonde pubic hair was matted with cum, her pussy red and battered. Brooke was a well-fucked young wife. Gino got up and dressed, getting a wash cloth from the bathroom and wiping up some of the abundant cum that covered her pussy and puddle on the sheet beneath her. He wiped the last of the cum from her inner pussy lips but wiped them onto her lips of her face until he painted them with a thick, cum lipstick. He knew she would lick her lips before morning, and he wanted her to be reminded of him. He put the nightgown back on her before he left, pulling the blanket up to cover her.





CHAPTER 5



Disciplined



Brooke woke up, taking off the blindfold, the light blinding her temporarily. She looked at the bed beside her, expecting Keith to be there. She smelled strange odors, her lips wet with a pungent stickiness. Her tongue drew it into her mouth, the saltiness permeating her taste buds. She had tasted this before, but her mind couldn't grasp where.

It took a minute, but the dream gradually came back to her. Keith had come home and made love to her last night. Her hand ran down over her breasts, feeling how sensitive her nipples were. When she opened her legs, she felt like something had dried on her skin, her hand rubbing over her bush and finding her lips swollen and sore. She put a finger inside her, a soreness as if something much larger had been there. She finally got out of bed, her legs cramped, unable to walk for a moment. It felt like she slept in a ball last night, her back aching.

She took a hot shower, the dream coming back more vivid. Keith had done things to her that she would never allow. He was bigger and more masculine, taking her with a brutality that scared and excited her. Had I just dreamed of things that I was afraid to do, my sexual frustrations manifesting them in a sexual dream that include masturbation? Now she knew it was too much drink, remembering in her dream that she had masturbated Michael as he masturbated his wife. All while Stephen had watched them. How ridiculous. They were the picture of propriety; never would they do such degrading things, especially in front of her. She wasn't one of them, not privy to their private acts.

She felt better after the hot water washed away the dreams of last night. She dressed up, putting on a tight sweater that hugged her breasts and miniskirt that clung to her ass and left way too much leg revealed, including part of her garter belt. She looked at her watch, almost noon. She had slept for a long time, but she felt refreshed. It must have been one hell of an orgasm last night.

Hannah was the only one in the dining room, finishing a cup of coffee. "Good morning, I hope you slept well."

"Very contently," Brooke lied. She looked at her, not seeing in her what she saw in her dream. In her dream, Michael had his fingers inside her naked pussy, and she was cumming for him as Brooke made her husband cum in her hand. It must be abstinence that was driving the sexual dreams in her head, but they did temporarily quench the sexual lust she had been feeling since she came her. She couldn't wait for Keith to come to take her home and make love to her. She only hoped he would be as good as he was in her dream.

Charles appeared out of nowhere, a glass of orange juice in his hand. "I have a delicious salmon for lunch, Brooke. Shall I bring you some?"

"Yes, thank you, I'm ravenous." She picked up the orange juice, feeling it slide down into her stomach as it wet her parched lips. She drank the whole thing before she felt the warmth in her belly again. She felt her body begin to glow, none more than between her legs. She felt better as Hannah stayed and talked to her while Brooke ate the best-tasting salmon she ever ate. It was so light and tender, finding she was hungrier than she thought. They began to talk about men, husbands to be exact.

"Is Keith a good lover?"

Brooke was startled for a moment by the question; people just didn't talk about their sex lives. She didn't say anything.

"Michael is. He has such a big prick. Once he made me cum three times before I made him stop."

She said it so casually, that Brooke didn't think much about it and if her dream was accurate, Michael did have a big prick. Her fingers couldn't even curl around the shaft, but she knew better than tell Hannah that she knew her husband intimately.

"Keith is my only lover," she finally spit out, the second glass of orange juice beginning to course through her veins again. "I'm sexually shy. He is teaching me, but I'm reluctant."

If she only knew that she had two lovers now and more coming. Gino had told Hannah how she acted in her drugged state. Nothing like the virgin wife that sat here. "You just need a strong man that won't take no for an answer."

"Keith is gentle and respectful of me." She said it as an observation.

"Maybe he just gives you too many choices. Sometimes a girl just needs to be taken without her permission, forced to perform acts that she would consider perverse."

"Is that what Michael is like?" Brooke felt the wetness returning between her legs. The conversation was making her excited, almost in anticipation. But what am I anticipating?

"Michael and Stephen. They both take what they want from women. There has never been a father and son that share as much as they do."

Brooke was afraid to ask what they share. Was it Hannah? Brooke had seen the way Stephen looked at Hannah, just as he did when he took off Brooke's robe and looked at her in the lingerie. He might be seventy, but he was as virile as his son. "They are both exciting men."

"Yes, they are." Hannah looked at her watch. "What are you going to do this afternoon?"

"I though I would just relax. Do you mind if I look around the house?" Brooke didn't want to barge into anything private.

"You can go anywhere you want, Brooke. We don't keep secrets here. Make sure you look at the grounds. Gino can show you around. His hands make everything blossom."

Gino scared her in a sexual way. He was the type that your mother tried to keep you away from, yet you were always attracted to. Luckily, Brooke never ventured that close in her childhood. Brooke could still feel the thorns of the rose stem between her thighs and remembered his exact words. "How would you like the rose stem between your naked lips while you walked? Or between your buttocks, the slightest movement making the thorns pierce your flesh. I think you would be dripping wet."

"I wouldn't miss it," Brooke remarked. She would seek him out. Maybe he would show up in her dreams. She had seen the bulge in his pants, imaging what that would be like inside her. Like her dream last night, Keith's cock feeling much bigger than it really was. Was he small and men were more like Michael's cock in my dream? She couldn't understand how all her thoughts seemed to be sexual lately.

It was already one-thirty when she finished with lunch. She went to the living room, relaxing on the couch and reading a magazine as her lunch digested. After an hour, she got up, feeling better. Charles had been attentive as usual; always a cold drink to wet her lips and warm her loins. She got enough nerve to go out back, exiting through the doors of her bedroom. She couldn't believe how big the grounds were, Brooke walking so far that she could barely see the house, yet the lawns were all manicured, the flowers cut and blooming. Gino was miraculous.

"Hello, Brooke."

She jumped when she heard the voice, expecting to run into Gino, yet it still scared her when she did. "Hello, Gino. I was admiring your handiwork. You are truly gifted." She looked at him, his shirt unbuttoned almost to his waist, jeans pulled tightly over his powerful thighs, but her gaze kept returning to the prominent bulge in his pants. She still couldn't believe a man could be that big, especially when he wasn't hard. His hands were callused and dirty, but it was the size that intrigued her. They were big enough to engulf one of her breasts in one hand. She could almost feel it.

"Let me show you around. I have some interesting species of plants that are not native to New England." He looked at her cute ass packed in the tight skirt and the pert tits that stood out so pointed that you could cut yourself on her nipples, the sweater molded around her womanly flesh.

His eyes raped her body as they walked, but it was the first time that someone had looked at her that way. She found her hips swaying seductively as she walked, walking close to him until she could smell him, the unbridled masculinity wafting up her nose. They walked farther from the house, but he showed her flowers that were unbelievable. She never knew anyone that talented with horticulture. Maybe there was more to Gino than just his handsome manhood. She had been walking for over an hour when he stopped.

"You wanna sit down for a moment. You look tired."

"I can't get my skirt dirty," the grassy slope the only place to sit.

"Just a moment." He disappeared for a moment, coming from behind a clump of trees carrying a blanket. "I was just working there when I saw you. All my stuff is there." He spread out the blanket on the ground. "That should be good."

She was surprised that it was such a clean blanket. Not what one would have used doing gardening. She had no choice or really didn't want one. She sat down, though it was difficult with the short skirt, a lot of leg revealed, and it wasn't lost on Gino. She saw that he also had a rose in his hand, a long-stem red rose. She couldn't help but notice the thorns on it. Or the bulge in his pants, bigger now.

"Smoke?" Gino held out one of Hannah's joints.

"Okay," though she shouldn't, but she had never been with a bad boy.

It came back to Brooke that Michael had helped her learn how to smoke the cigarette. He had kissed her and blew the smoke in her mouth. Did he also tongue me or was that my imagination? And the soft lips, were they really Hannah's. She wished Gino would teach her to smoke, but she was too nervous and shy to say anything. She put it in her mouth as Gino lit it, drawing the smoke deeply into her lungs, holding her breath for as long as she could before she blew out the blue smoke. She was surprised how much smoother this was or was she just more experienced. "Smooth."

Gino took two tokes of it and then passed it back to Brooke. She filled her lungs twice before she gave it back, the cigarette just a snub now. "It's laced with cocaine so it cuts the harshness."

The blue sky looked so pretty, Brooke staring up as a bird flew by, never seeing so many colors on one bird. Her head was ablaze with bright lights and psychedelic colors that danced in her brain. Yet at the same time she was so alert, able to smell the masculinity of Gino even though he wasn't that close. She could even smell her arousal, her pussy growing wet as Gino looked at her. She didn't know how or why but suddenly she was lying back on the blanket, starting up at the beautiful trees and sky. All of the clouds looked like animals, Brooke able to make out shapes from each puffy white cloud.

Gino looked down at the young wife, just as he did last night in her bedroom. He remembered how he made her cum twice with his cock. He would love to do it again out here, but there were already plans for her today, but he did have a few minutes to play with her.

She felt something rubbing against the inside of her leg then she felt a prick of her skin. She looked up to see Gino staring down at her, an evil grin on his face. In his hand was the rose, and he had pushed it between her legs as she lay relaxed. She should stop him, but she didn't. All that did was encourage him, feeling the rose slip up higher.

"Spread your legs." His voice gave her no choice. He didn't have to wait long until she obeyed, but her skirt was too tight to be able to spread them very far. "Pull your skirt up to your waist."

She didn't know why she did it. Yes, she did. He was demanding it from her, just as Hannah had said. She had to do what he said. She spread her legs, but the short skirt was too tight. She knew if she tried to pull it up, she would probably tear it, afraid of how that would look when she walked back. Instead, she sat up, her body wobbly as she reached to the side of the skirt and pulled the zipper down. She slipped the skirt off her legs, folding it neatly next to her and then laid back down on the blanket. She looked up at him, suddenly realizing what he wanted. She spread her legs. Wide. She could feel her panties pulling over her mound, sure that she was exposing a lot to his eyes, and his eyes were looking, not even seeing her as he stared at her spread legs. Her panties grew soaked. She almost wished she could take off her sweater, too. Maybe he would touch her nipples and make them hard. Or pinch them. The rose stem moved again, this time sliding up and down on the naked flesh that was revealed where her stockings ended up to the edge of her panties and her mound. She could feel the scratches from the thorns as he twisted the stem to make sure that she received the full advantage of the sharp thorns.

She was so compliant, almost as much as last night, but this time there was no doubt that it was him, not her wimpy husband that was doing this to her. She spread her legs in the middle of the lawn, the sun shining brightly, Gino eyeing the pussy that he had fucked last night. If only she knew he had already seen and tasted all that she had. He rubbed the stem up and down her thighs, tiny scratches appearing where the thorns did their evil work. He found the sensitive skin where her leg met her torso, pressing one thorn into her flesh until he heard the pop as it pierced her flesh. She jerked in pain but didn't cry out. He removed the stem, the puncture leaking her pretty red blood. He put the thorn that punctured her flesh to her lips, her tongue snaking out of her mouth and licking off the red blood.

It felt like it was piercing her soul as the thorn found her sensitive skin. She couldn't help jerking in pain, but she suppressed the cry of pain. He wouldn't like that. She knew that for some reason. She tasted her own blood as she licked the rose stem, wishing it was his cock instead. She would have loved for him to climb on her and force his cock into her mouth and make her suck it until she swallowed his cum. She would despise doing it, but it would also excite her.

She felt his strong, callused fingers on her thigh, rubbing up until he reached the edge of her panties. He grabbed the edge of the silky panties and pushed them aside until Brooke felt the heat of the sun on her naked mound. He was staring at her naked pussy with her legs spread, and she did nothing but lie there.

"Hold your panties to the side so I can cut the stem and prepare it for you." One of her small hands moved down, feeling her soft hand on his as she grabbed the panties from him and kept it pulled open. He took out a small knife and cut a three-inch piece of the stem, making sure it was littered with thorns. Then he did a second one, finding a piece of the stem that had three thorns close together. He left them in the center as he cut another three-inch piece.

"Open your pussy lips so I can place this inside. I want you to leave them there until you go upstairs to change for dinner. Only then can you take them out. Do you understand, Brooke?"

She nodded her head, but her fingers were busy, keeping her panties pulled to the side as she peeled back her pussy lips until the red flesh of her inner lips were exposed, ready to accept the sharp thorns.

Her pink lips were red, abused by his hard fuck, but they would stay that way as they used her. Gino could see the juices that sparkled in the sunlight, her blonde hairs covered with dewdrops of her arousal. He placed the stem between her lips, Brooke releasing her lips as they curled possessively around the evil stem. Gino made sure it was secure, pinching her lips together until her body jerked in pain as one of the thorns found her vulnerable flesh. He let the panties cover her pussy, but not before he pinched her lips together one more time. He patted her pussy. "Good girl, Brooke. You like to obey, don't you?"

She couldn't answer or want to. All of her attention was centered on the thorns between her pussy lips and the lingering touch of Gino's powerful hands on her naked sex. She almost came when he squeezed her lips in his powerful fingers. She wanted to close her legs and squeeze her pussy and felt the sharp points dig into her flesh. All for him.

"Turn over, I have one more."

Brooke forgot about the other one, or maybe she was trying to forget that one. In her dream last night, Keith had tongued her back there, Brooke never realizing how erogenous it was until he did. She didn't know how he could do such a thing, but after all, it was a dream. This wasn't. She turned over. She hesitated, but then she spread legs.

"That won't work. Close them."

She didn't know why, but she closed her legs, slowly lowering her mound onto the hard ground in front of her, her hips sliding side to side until she found a comfortable spot, if you could call it comfortable, the stem between her pussy lips digging painfully into her flesh each time she moved.

It looked like she was making love to the ground, but he knew it was the stem that she was fucking. Maybe he should make her take one all the way inside her pussy with another one snaked through her tight ass hole and into her guts. He could imagine her muscles forced to clench on the thorns as they passed through her anal ring and pussy. He reached over and pulled down her panties until her naked ass was revealed. She might be shamed by what he was seeing, but he saw much more last night as his hands grew her cheeks apart as he fucked her hard.

Her ass was naked, his eyes burning onto her bottom. She felt shamed at what he was making her do.

"Reach back with both hands and pull your cheeks apart and keep them open." He would get a great view of her virgin ass hole. Stephen would claim that, but she would still be tight by the time he got to her and nothing could take his cock with ease. Her tiny fingers pulled her cheeks slowly apart as if she were teasing him, but he let her play her game. "More, wider, Brooke. Show me that little brown ass hole." He could almost see her face turning red in shame as he described her ass hole.

Her buttocks fought her fingers, but she finally pulled them apart, feeling the gentle breeze make her pucker open and close spastically. He didn't say anything or do anything for long minutes. She had to suffer the humiliation of exposing her backside to his raping eyes. Finally, she felt it, almost thankful when the first thorn scratched at her anus, the sharp prick shooting directly into her bowels. It was so sensitive, but Gino pushed the rose stem between her cheeks. She released them then felt the excitement as his hands squeezed her cheeks together, working the stem inside the pillow of flesh. He kept her cheeks clenched together, but with the other hand, he pulled and pushed the stem up and down until her anus was rubbed painfully by the numerous thorns that covered the tiny hole.

He pulled up her panties, but not before he enjoyed the sound of his hand striking her naked ass flesh. "Turn over."

She turned over, but it took a while before she could settle her ass onto the ground. Each movement sent the stems rocking between her lips and cheeks. She looked at the bulge in Gino's pants, his organ straining beneath the tightly molded jeans. It excited her that she could do such a thing to a man that wasn't her husband.

"Put your skirt on, don't want you lying out her immodestly, Brooke. What kind of gentlemen would you think I am?"

She struggled with the skirt, every movement forcing the thorns into her intimate flesh. By the time she took them out, her inner flesh would be torn from their harshness. Gino began to talk about flowers again, as if he hadn't seen her naked pussy or her ass hole or placed sharp thorns between her pussy lips and buttocks.

It was getting late, and it was going to be a long, painful walk back to the house.

"If you hurry, Stephen is watching his home movies at five. I set up the camera so I know it for a fact. Let him go in, and then watch from the doorway. He doesn't usually close it."

"Family movies?"

"His visitors. Like you. You will learn a lot about Stephen, Michael and Hannah and maybe something about yourself. Just don't let him see you or he will discipline you. He loves to discipline young wives."

Gino watched as she walked off, tiny steps that rubbed and chafed her intimate flesh with his prize roses. Hannah was correct when she picked this one. She would be subjugated by the time they finished with her, and she would learn to love it. Gino wondered how her husband would react to his wife accepting anyone's cock in her mouth, pussy and rectum.

Every step was painful but exciting at the same time. Reasoning said she should take the stems out, Gino would never know, but she felt a perverse desire to please him, even if he didn't know. By the time she reached the house, the pain was gone, replaced by a strange tingling, her pussy soaking her panties. She walked quietly down the hallway, taking the side hallway just before Stephen's library. She looked at her watch, five minutes to five.

It wasn't long before Stephen came down the hall, Brooke hiding in the shadows as he passed by. He was wearing a robe. Was he going to change for dinner, more of a formal affair here at his home? She waited a minute before she looked around the corner, the coast clear. She snuck up to the door, Gino correct, the door opened slightly. Brooke could see the back of Stephen's head, his back to her, staring at a large white screen that was pulled down from the ceiling. The lights dimmed suddenly and the motor of the projector scared her for a moment. The screen suddenly came alive with the picture of a young girl.

Stephen opened his robe, naked beneath it, his cock jumping to attention as soon as the picture of Heather was on the screen, vividly recalling all of her intimate details, though the picture left little to the imagination. He began to stroke his cock as he watched the screen.

The image was so vivid, a young girl, naked and kneeling on all fours. The camera panned her body, from her blonde hair, just like Brooke's hair, to her sleek back, but not before it swung down to catch a pair of lovely naked breasts that hung down like ripe fruit, capped with brown-tipped nipples. The camera moved again, this time to her hips and butt. Her butt was shoved up into the air as if someone had posed her deliberately that way, the position demeaning. Her face was hidden by her hair, but from the look of her body, she was as young as Brooke.

A man walked into the picture, just his legs walking by. He was older, no sculptured thighs, but he was still in good shape. He went behind the girl, Brooke feeling the girl's shame as he stared at her naked ass that was thrust up so obscenely. He then went back to her head. He kneeled down in front of her, Brooke blushing when she saw the erect cock that bobbed in front of the girl's face. One of his hands curled into her blonde hair until her face was revealed, a young, beautiful girl confronted by an older man's cock. She didn't seem to be shocked by it, but you could see that she had a troubled look on her face. She was beautiful, soft skin that glowed, blue eyes and a lovely pair of lips that were painted a dark red almost obscenely. You could see a tear in her eye.

The man took his cock in his hand and began to rub it over the girl's face, his other hand holding her subservient. He started with her cheek then her hair then back over her cheek until he reached her lips. She clenched her lips tightly together, but the man was not deterred, his organ rubbing back and forth over her painted lips. His cock grew as he did it until Brooke could see the girl's lips glistening with a new paint. He was leaking his arousal on her lips. Why didn't the young girl run away? She wasn't bound.

The hand released her hair, but it returned to tilt her head up, the cock sitting on her clenched lips. It was a moment, as if the man was telling her something, though the movie was silent then her lips slowly began to part. The head of his cock was waiting, sliding in between her reluctant lips as they gradually opened to take his cock inside. How could she do such a thing? The cock was bigger, or at least the head that her lips were forced to stretch to accept was bigger. It looked so obscene, her red lips wrapped tightly around it. You could see the despair in her eyes, yet she allowed the cock to slip deeper into her mouth until the head was gone, just a thick shaft jutting obscenely out her ruby red lips, thick, blue veins jutting out the shaft. His cock was long.

He gently slapped the side of her cheek as if he were telling her something at the same time. His hands returned to her hair, this time each one gathering up her blonde tresses tightly, one on each side of her head. Brooke could see the soft cheeks of the girl begin to move. It was her tongue moving. Had he told her to use her tongue on his cock? Brooke could imagine what the girl was doing, her tongue swirling around the smooth head in her mouth. She knew that her tongue must be coated with his leaking arousal, Brooke almost gagging at the thought of doing such a thing.

The man's hands on her head held tight, but it was his hips that began to move. It was obscene for Brooke to watch, but she couldn't take her eyes off of it. His cock began to move between the young girl's tightly clenched lips, spread wide to hold the thick shaft as it slid inside her mouth. Her head began to move at the same time, bobbing gently up and down. She was sucking his cock. The cock moved in and out of her mouth, inch after inch forced between her lips. Her head was tilted back as he slid more of his cock into her mouth, Brooke understanding instinctively that he was forcing her mouth and throat in a straight line so she had no choice but to take all that he fed into her mouth.

She had to take at least six inches of his cock into her mouth when suddenly Brooke could see the girl choking. He still had two more inches of his cock to get into her mouth. His hands tightened on her head and then he pushed with his hips. Her eyes opened wide, tearing up as her mouth opened wide. Brooke could almost hear her choking and gagging as another inch of the man's rigid cock slid through her lips. It had to be going down her throat, yet the girl's hands stayed motionless as she endured. Brooke could see the outline of his cock on the girl's white throat by the time the cock had disappeared. His pubic hairs were jammed against her lips, the wiry hair curling around her lips. Her face struggled, but the hands held her subservient.

The man's motion became more urgent, his hips driving his cock in and out, having to choke and gag the girl as it raced up and down her tight throat. Her eyes almost bugged out of her head, her nostrils flaring as she struggled to breathe, but the man was oblivious to everything except his pleasure. It was so obscene to watch. The thick cock never left her mouth, sliding in and out, his heavy, hair-covered balls slapping harshly against her chin with each thrust. It only took another minute before Brooke recognized the signs. His body stiffened, his hips thrusting upward into the girl's mouth and then he froze. You could see every muscle in his body grow taut.

Brooke couldn't believe that he didn't take his cock out of her mouth. He couldn't expect her to accept him exploding in her mouth, yet his hands pulled her onto his cock. Brooke saw her cheeks bellowing, her eyes begging him, but he held her pinned against his stomach as his body jerked in pleasure. He began to pump her mouth again, the first signs of a milky, white substance leaking from the corner of her mouth. Brooke could see her throat bobbing as her cheeks bellowed again.

The girl finally got some relief, the man pulling his shrinking cock from her lips, a shiny trail of drying cum painting her lips and chin as she spit his cock from her mouth. He pulled away, the girl's head bending over, a river of thick, white fluid hanging down in long strings until they pulled from her lips into a puddle on the floor.

Brooke thought the picture was starting over, but it was different this time. Another pair of man's legs appeared. He was younger, thick thighs and lean legs. He stroked his cock in front of the camera as if he were so proud of it, this one more virile, harder and thicker. He lifted the girl's chin up to look at him as he kneeled in front of her, one hand on her chin, the other holding his thick cock in his hand. Her eyes pleaded with him, but she surrendered, her wet lips of drying cum opening as the man fed his cock into her mouth. He went to work immediately, thrusting deep into her mouth, her cheeks moving as her tongue began to run over the demanding cock in the girl's mouth. Her head bobbed up and down on the cock that speared her lips.

The screen was silent as the newest man fucked the girl's mouth. He took longer, but when he was ready to cum, he pulled his cock from her lips. He pulled her head up to look at his cock, her mouth reluctantly opening as the man pumped his cock on her face. His cock erupted thick gobs of milky white cum all over the pretty girl's face. The first load jetted on her nose, dripping down as his hand continued to pump another load of cum from his balls. He was more accurate the second time, this one hitting her lips, the girl reluctantly sticking her pink tongue out until he covered it with a coat of thick cum. A final load of cum was dripped onto her lips, her tongue forced back into her mouth, seeing the girl grimace as the thick cum filled her mouth. The camera continued to record the girl's degradation as the man wiped his cock on her face and lips before he disappeared. But not before he scooped up the thick blob of cum on her nose and pushed it between her lips.

He walked away, but the girl didn't spit out the cum this time. Another man entered, this one olive skinned, his thighs bulging with thick muscles that ripped as he walked. His cock jutted out in front of him like a tree trunk, at least nine inches of cock demanding her attention. He stood in front of her, yanking her onto her knees, her face only inches from his cock. He forced her backward, her back almost breaking, her breasts thrust out, her head almost upside down.

He pushed his cock into her mouth without any preliminaries, pumping his lust into her unwilling mouth. You could see the fear etched in her face. He pushed hard, seeing the girl gag as he ground his cockhead against the entrance to her throat.

She didn't have any warning, the man thrusting his cock down her throat and into her belly, his hands holding her bent backward as he impaled the young girl in her throat with his mighty weapon. Tears flowed from her eyes as she suffered the indignities, her mouth and throat used for his perverse pleasure. She was struggling, but the man held her tight, his balls resting on her chin.

He never pulled his cock from her throat, Brooke able to see the man's orgasm overtaking him, but he pumped his cum into her belly. He finally pulled his cock from her mouth, the head resting on her lips as he pumped the last remaining drops of his cum onto her tongue. The screen finally turned dark but not before all of the three men stood naked in front of the girl as they forced her to lick the last remnants of cum from their cocks.

Brooke couldn't believe what the girl had done or what the men had done to her. She had taken all three of them in her mouth and they erupted inside her. The lights in the library suddenly blared brightly.

"Is that you, Brooke? Come in. NOW!"

She jumped when she heard his voice, shivering in fear when she heard her name. She should run down the hall and hope that he was just guessing it was her; but she was more afraid that he knew. She had to obey, but not before she quickly raised her skirt, pulling the two stems from between her pussy lips and ass cheeks, suffering the pain from their hasty retreat. She put them in her pocket as she opened the door, Stephen waiting for her.

Stephen made no attempt to hide the erection that pushed out the front of his robe like a tent post. He looked at the young bride as she entered, the lovely sweater clinging to her pointed tits, her short skirt revealing long legs that he could imagine gripped behind his back. "Were you peeking into my library?"

How could she deny what she was doing? "YYYees, Sir," she stammered, "I'mmm sorrrry." She wondered if he was masturbating while he was watching the movie. There was no way he could deny that the movie sexually aroused him, his cock jutting out the front of his robe.

"Yes, I imagine you are sorry you got caught, but I am not sure you are truly contrite at peeking." She didn't say anything, her face blushing. "I believe in strict discipline for those that break the rules. Are you ready to submit?"

She had no choice. She was already shamed at being caught watching an obscene movie. The smoke that she shared with Gino was still fluttering in her head and now the movie had made her sexually aroused. She was almost thankful she got caught. "Yes, Sir."

"Remove your skirt." He saw her hesitate for a moment, but he gave her a stare that showed he meant business. He saw her trembling fingers on the zipper of the skirt, a sexy shimmer of her hips as she slid it down and kicked it off her feet. She looked lovely in her stocking and garter belt, but his eyes were drawn to the undeniable wet spot on the front of her panties. He pulled a straight back chair to the center of the room. "Face the back of the chair and straddle the seat with your legs"

She stood in front of him for the second time in her lingerie, his eyes raping her. Her thighs were clenched tightly together to keep the juices from flowing freely from her excited sex. She didn't know what he was going to do to her, but she knew it would involve physical punishment. She walked over to the chair, her legs spreading wide to straddle the wide wooden seat. It would leave her unable to clench her legs together. He would have free access to her sex. Front and back. She waited for his next command.

"Bend way forward over the back of the chair. Real deep until you are bent in two. I want you gripping the bottom rail of the chair in the back."

The chair didn't have a very high back, but she still had to get on her toes as she bent over. She could feel her panties pulling tightly over her buttocks as she bent over. Her hair fell to the floor in front of her as her hands reached down. Instead of the rail on the chair, she felt leather straps.

Stephen knelt in front of her. "Yes, those are for your hands, Brooke. I don't want you moving." She did nothing as he slipped the first leather strap around her wrist, the other end of it already secured to the chair. He made short work of the second wrist. He stood back up but not before his robe opened in front of her, his naked cock popping out and sliding against her head before he put it back inside the robe.

A new shiver of excitement ran between her legs when she felt the leather touching the soft skin of her wrists, pulling tight. She tried to pull her hands free, but the unyielding leather straps just dug into her soft skin. She was bound for the first time by a man, and it scared her at the same time it excited her. She didn't know what he would do to her, but she couldn't stop him even if she wanted to. She felt him behind her, unable to see him any longer.

He looked at the plump, cute ass that was thrust out so provocatively. Her panties were molded over her buttocks like a second skin, already one size too small, the spread of her legs pulled them tighter. He could see the deep divide of her buttocks. Her buttocks clenched uncontrollably from the first touch of his hand on one cheek, but as he moved it around to caress the firm flesh, he felt her buttocks surrender, the muscles relaxed.

His hand was caressed her, not punish her, the desires between her legs increased as his hand wandered over her up-thrust ass. She could only imagine how she must look or how much she was exposing to him, but his eyes surely followed his hands as they explored every inch of her ass cheeks. Even as his fingers ran up and down her crack, Brooke no longer able to control her muscles as his fingers slid over her panty-covered anus, her cheeks clenching tight, Brooke not sure if they were trying to keep it out or trying to trap it.

"SSSLLAAP" The snap of his palm on one cheek rocked her body, but the straps held her submissively bent over the chair. "SSSLLAAPP," another sharp snap of his hand, but she barely whimpered. Five times he struck her then his hands returned to caress her cheeks. He could feel the heat in her skin where he had struck her.

She hadn't been spanked since she was eight, but this wasn't the same. It didn't hurt. Well, it did, but the hurt felt good, Brooke not even understanding it herself. All she knew was her body was on edge each time, excitedly waiting for the next blow, wondering where it would strike her. Her buttocks glowed where he struck them.

Ten more times he spanked her, laddering both cheeks.

She felt his hands on the waistband of her panties and knew what was coming next. This was the second time today that a man that wasn't her husband was baring her body to his gaze and touch. And she was getting used to men demanding her obedience. Her panties were slipped down over her buttocks. She felt his hand on her naked flesh. For long minutes, they caressed her skin then they began to pummel her naked flesh, this time the slaps more painful. In spite of that, she could feel the wetness dripping down her thighs as they came close to striking her pussy from behind. Strong fingers pulled her cheeks apart, just as Gino had done and made her do to herself, her anus exposed obscenely. He didn't move; his fingers fighting her muscles as they kept her spread as his eyes raped her ass hole. She almost welcomed the spanking again, this time his hand slapping hard in her crack, feeling as if he was trying to drive his hands inside her backside. He finally stopped, but his hands slid her panties down lower until she felt his fingers parting her lips from behind and began to stroke her inner lips. She shuddered in shame as his fingers scooped up her juices as she struggled not to cum shamelessly in front of him.

Stephen licked his wet fingers but refused her an orgasm. He still had plans for her tonight and wanted her horny and wanting. He finally released her from the chair, allowing her to pull up her own panties, but not before he got a good look at her blonde push and the puffy lips of her pussy. "Get dressed for dinner. Seven tonight and don't be late."

She dressed as fast as she could, leaving without another word. She ran up to her room, falling face down on the bed as she hid her face in shame. She wanted so much to masturbate, but it was almost sinful to do that, masturbating while thinking of a man other than her husband doing unspeakable things to her.





CHAPTER 6



Awakened



Brooke finally got up from the bed, jumping into the shower. She began to feel a little better, a sharp knock on the door scaring her. She put her robe on, opening up the door to find Charles standing in the hallway.

"You have a phone call, Brooke. It's your husband." He was calling from London, Charles making him wait while he took his time telling Brooke.

"Thank you," already closing the door as she raced to the telephone. She picked it up. "Hello, honey." She heard some static and then his voice made it so much better.

"Hi, Brooke. It's so good to hear your voice."

"I miss you. Why didn't you call sooner?"

"It was a long trip; by time I got here, it was early morning. I slept the next day. They told me about our house when I finally came to work. Are you okay?" Keith was worried about how Brooke was doing with the Cheney's. It surprised him to learn that they invited her to stay at their home while the roof was being fixed. Brooke was a little naïve; he hoped that she was getting along with them.

"Yes, the Cheney's are so nice, though I really don't fit in. They live so eloquently."

"I'll be home soon, Brooke. Then we'll be together. London is so much different than I am used to; I'm having a hard time fitting in also. Even though they speak English, the King's English is difficult to understand." They both had to adjust to different lifestyles.

Brooke was ashamed at what she had done since she was here, but she was still confused and trying hard to fit in with a lifestyle that she didn't understand. She only hoped that Keith would understand and forgive her. "You'll be home soon, and we can be together. I miss you so much and can't wait to have you next to me in bed at night."

They talked for five more minutes. Keith talking about London and what he was doing there. He didn't mention Elizabeth, the plant superintendent's secretary. A young, brash girl, Keith couldn't help but to look at her whenever he was in the office, especially the short miniskirts she wore or the tight sweaters. His cock was hard each time he saw her. "I have to go, Brooke. I will call you again in a few days. I love you and can't wait to get home to you."

"I miss you so much. I even have strange dreams, thinking of you in my bed at night. I can't wait for you to make love to me again."

That was the first time that Brooke ever talked about sex. Maybe the separation would do them both good. Maybe Brooke would be more amenable to some of the things that Keith would like to do to her. His cock was hard by the time he got off the phone. "Me, too," he said, as Elizabeth walked into the office. "I love you." He heard the click as she hung up.

"I see you miss your wife." Elizabeth stood at the doorway as Keith stood up.

"You heard me?'

"No, I can see the bulge in your pants." She smiled and walked out as Keith blushed.



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She hadn't noticed, but Hannah must have come into her room, a long dark blue dress hanging prominently on the closed door begging Brooke to wear it tonight. She felt so good after talking to Keith that she never thought twice about putting it on. The dress buttoned down the front all the way from the neck to the hem, a very short hem. She left the top two buttons open, even leaving off a bra, feeling particularly sexy after talking to Keith. She looked in the mirror and was astonished how radiant she looked, her face flushed, her bosom heaving up and down. She looked damn sexy and desirable. She forgot all about Stephen and the spanking.

She met Hannah just as she was walking into the living room.

"I'm glad you took my suggestion. You look radiant. Almost as if you just had an orgasm." Hannah looked at the young bride, licking her lips in excitement. I wish it were me that would enjoy the girl's mouth tonight. "One more button to tease the boys." She opened one more button on the dress and pulled it to the side, revealing a hint of two generous bare breasts. "Such a bad girl, Brooke. No bra. The boys will fawn all over you tonight."

It didn't even bother Brooke anymore about the sexual undertones of Hannah's words. Nothing could spoil her good mood. She looked down as Hannah unbuttoned another button on Brooke's dress and didn't even stop her as she pulled it open so that her deep cleavage was revealed. Brooke couldn't deny or understand why her nipple rose to erection. This was a woman touching her, not a man. "Is it too much?" She asked the question, but secretly, she was smiling inside. She liked the warm, sexy feeling that was coursing through her veins.

Brooke walked into the room, Stephen and Michael standing up as she did, their eyes drawn to the revealing dress she wore.

"Good evening, Brooke. You certainly look ravishing tonight." Stephen walked over to her, his hand around her waist, his eyes looking down at the lovely, young breasts presented so nicely to him. His hand slid lower, over the full cheeks of her butt. "I hope you're not too sore," he whispered in her ear so the others could not hear. "But I did enjoy it so much. We must do it again." His hand lingered for a moment longer before he pulled it away.

"Thank you," feeling as if she were the center of attention tonight. It didn't even bother that he ogled her bare breasts; in fact, she found her nipples staying hard at the leering gazes of the men on her. His hand rubbed her ass, Brooke reminded of the spanking he gave her. It only made the warm glow in her belly increase.

Charles brought her a drink. Michael moved next to her, Stephen on one side, Michael on the other. She took a sip of the drink, cooling her lips, feeling the warmth of the drink as it slowly flowed into her stomach.

"I was speaking to Keith just before you. He is doing excellent. We are all very proud of him." Michael's hand went around Brooke's waist. "I told him you are an excellent guest and you are starting to fit in." His hand slid a little lower until he felt the gentle swell of her buttocks. "And learning your place here." He squeezed one of her buttocks, feeling the muscles contract beneath his touch.

Hannah was watching Michael as he groped Brooke's ass, but she only smiled at Brooke. His hand roamed freely over her ass and Brooke let him, liking the attention she was receiving after being an outsider for so many days. Their sexual attention was arousing her. She finished her drink, Charles nearby with another as usual. The warm glow in her belly began to spread.

"Dinner is served, Master," Charles said rather formally.

Both men walked Brooke into the dining room, Brooke almost feeling bad for Hannah, deserted by her husband. Brooke's confidence and excitement grew.

"Sit next to me, Brooke." Stephen pulled out her chair, his eyes on her legs as her short skirt pulled up high when she sat down. She made no attempt to hide her naked legs and the sexy garter belt that was so provocatively revealed.

"Why don't you sit on that side, Hannah? I'll sit here next to Brooke." Michael sat down on the other side of Brooke, his eyes also focused on her lean, naked legs.

Dinner never tasted so good, but it was the men's attention that Brooke enjoyed. They continually talked to her, actually waiting for an answer as if she had something profound to say. Hannah didn't seem to be disappointed that Brooke was the center of attention, but nevertheless, Brooke felt a superiority that she never had since she came here. She knew she could be as good as they were. She was just learning what she had to do to fit in. If it took a little spanking or accepting a fondling hand, she could do that. In fact, she felt an excitement racing through her veins when they did things like that to her. She had three drinks by the time dinner was over, her head a bit fuzzy from the liquor and the attention of the men.

"Let's adjourn to the other room for a brandy." Stephen was already behind Brooke before she could even think about getting up.

She felt him behind her, his hand lifting her chin up so she was looking up at him, but his eyes weren't on her face but was leering down the open front of her dress. He pushed her head back farther until she felt her back arching, thrusting her half-naked breasts out for him to see. She could almost feel one breast falling out of her dress, but she submissively kept her hands at her sides as she let his eyes ogle her naked flesh.

"Young girls have such beautiful, firm flesh." He finally released her chin, pulling out her chair as she stood up.

His hand went around her waist, Brooke expecting, almost wanting, him to fondle her buttocks, but this time his hand slid up until she felt his hand cradle one of her near-naked breasts. His fingers instinctively found her nipple, the lightest touch sending the tip to a painful hardness.

"Yes, so firm," as Stephen's large hand grasped her breast and squeezed it.

They walked into the room, Stephen leaving her alone, as well as Michael. They sat across the room from her while Hannah came over and sat down on the large couch.

"The men don't want to disturb you with their cigar smoke, Brooke." Hannah waited until Charles brought them all brandies, Brooke's brandy special. Hannah could already see the glaze in her eyes, a light sheen of sweat on her skin as the potion worked its erotic magic on the young bride.

As Charles closed the door behind him, leaving them to their intimate privacy, Brooke turned to Hannah. "Do you have one of your cigarettes?"

Hannah reached over to the table and took out the silver cigarette case. She pulled out one of the hand-rolled cigarettes. "Do you like these, Brooke?"

"Yes and no. They make me feel so strange, but sometimes I panic and get scared of the feelings."

"You have to just accept it, Brooke. That is the way you should take life. Just accept the inevitable and you will get along just fine." Hannah put the cigarette between her lips, the silver lighter burning blue. She sucked in a deep breath of the harsh smoke, holding it for a moment in her mouth. She leaned over to Brooke, their lips touching, Hannah's tongue forcing Brooke's mouth open as she blew the smoke into her mouth. She heard her sucking in the smoke into her lungs, waiting until she was finished before her tongue explored the young bride's hot mouth. She found her tongue returning the touch, both of them dancing excitedly over each other before Hannah broke the kiss.

The smoke burned her throat, but Brooke held it deep into her lungs as the feelings began to rush over her body. She felt Hannah's tongue dash into her mouth, exploring her gums and cheeks before Brooke responded, feeling strange as another girl French kissed her so passionately. She blew out the smoke, Hannah already filling her lungs with the smoke as she passed the cigarette to Brooke.

"Look at the men watching us, Brooke. That turns me on when men do that. I imagine all the nasty things they want to do to me."

Brooke used to think it was obscene the way the men looked at her. After all, she was married; they shouldn't have those types of thoughts in their head. Lately though, her perception had changed. Men had evil thoughts about her and she secretly longed for them to force her to submit.

"Spread your legs for them, Brooke. They can't see much, but men have such perverse imaginations." Hannah touched Brooke's naked legs and wasn't surprised that she spread her legs until the short skirt prevented them from going any wider. "Yes, that's good, Brooke."

She couldn't believe that she had spread her legs and the men were looking up under her dress, but so had Hannah, the men smoking their cigars and talking, but their eyes were burning their way up under her dress and onto her crotch. She felt so sinful and evil, teasing them this way. Brooke put her drink down, settling back into the deep cushions of the couch and closed her eyes. She never felt Stephen as he sat next to her on the other side. All of the afternoon came back into her head like an erotic puzzle. First, there was Gino and the way he made her spread herself intimately open for the cruel stabbing thorns of the rose stems. Then there was the movie that Stephen had watched and Brooke had peeked at secretly. A young girl, just like Brooke, was put on display and was forced to take a cock in her mouth and pleasure the man until he spilled his seed into her mouth. Not only one, but three, all virile males, her mouth and tongue filled continuously with their demanding cocks, the girl knowing that she would not be finished with one until she drank their seed and then another would be waiting for her sweet mouth to arouse his pleasure.

Caught in the act by Stephen, forced to shed her skirt, he bound her over a chair, her ass thrust up provocatively in the air, but it was the way he had bound her like an errant sex slave, Brooke unable to stop him as he spanked her like a little girl. Was it all a sleepy fantasy or was it a vision of what I desire? She could feel the fuzzy way her head was feeling, her sex glowing with a strange warmth, her nipples pounding in unexpected hardness.

She laid there, feeling but not realizing that hands were touching her. Soft and gentle, they explored her body. One of her breasts was caressed and then pulled free of her dress, feeling the cool air blowing across her hardened nipple. Another hand found her spread legs, running up her naked thighs until she shuddered in unexpected pleasure when a large hand suddenly engulfed her sex and fingers dug into the flesh of her lips. She could only raise her ass up to give the hands freedom to explore all of her flesh. She was having another one of her erotic dreams, Brooke giving into the pleasure that she was feeling.

Stephen's strong fingers deftly stroked the torrid flesh of the young bride's firm tits, fingers tweaking her nipples into heated arousal as they swelled to his touch. His other hand found the hot flesh of her pussy, his hands finding the soft folds of her lips and stroking them until he felt the wet excitement of her secretions.

"I think she is ready, Hannah." Stephen got up and went back to the other side of the room, his cock jutting out obscenely in the front of his pants. Michael left the room.

"Brooke, are you awake?"

Brooke opened her drug-limp eyes, seeing Hannah next to her and Stephen on the other side of the room. She couldn't see Michael. She wished Keith were her, her body sexually glowing. "Yes," she managed to say. She sat up in the couch.

"Stephen told me he caught you peeking in his library as he watched a movie."

Brooke blushed, ashamed that she got caught. "Yes, I'm sorry."

"It's okay. What was the movie about?"

The images of the girl sucking different men's cock flashed through her brain again. "It was a girl."

"A blonde girl, like you, Brooke?"

"Yes, she was blonde but not like me," she protested

"Why not like you."

"She was doing nasty things. Lewd, terrible things."

"What nasty things, Brooke?"

"With men. Three of them."

"What did she do to the three men?"

"I can't say it. Evil, lewd things."

"You can tell me, I'm your friend." Hannah would make her tell what she saw.

"She was forced to kiss them."

"Where was she kissing them, Brooke?"

"She had their organs in her mouth. One at a time. They wouldn't leave her alone." She began to get a little frantic. It was terrible what they made the girl do.

"She wasn't kissing them, was she, Brooke. She was sucking them. She was sucking their cocks."

"Don't say that!"

"We're just two girls talking, Brooke. You can tell me. She was sucking him off, wasn't she?"

"Yeees, it was terrible." Brooke didn't want to talk about it, but Hannah persisted.

"Why was it terrible?"

"They were making her. Making her take their organs in her mouth."

"You mean their cocks, Brooke.

"Yes, their cocks," she blurted out.

"Have you ever done that before, Brooke? Maybe with Keith?"

"I couldn't do that, don't say that. It's dirty." She saw the way the girl's lips were forced open wide and their dirty cocks shoved into her mouth.

"A man likes a girl to suck his cock, Brooke."

"Not Keith," she protested.

"You just need to be forced, Brooke. Like the girl in the movie."

"She hated it," Brooke countered.

"At first she did. But you saw her, she could have pushed him away, but her hands stayed at her side."

She saw that, too, but she never fathomed why the girl didn't stop them. Three of them, one after another, each time she had to swallow the abundant cum that spewed into her mouth. How could she? "Keith wouldn't force me."

"No, he wouldn't, Brooke. But you like to be forced, don't you?"

"No, I never was," she protested.

"Didn't Stephen bend you over a chair and spank your naughty ass today? Didn't you like it when he tied your hands to the chair legs? He felt your soaking-wet pussy. You want to be treated that way, forced to perform for men. Men other than your husband. I can see that you're excited now. Your pussy is burning up."

"No, don't say that," her voice not so adamant any longer, the tingling in her loins aching for release.

"Stephen is undressing Brooke. Look over at him."

She should look away, but she couldn't, staring as Stephen took off his clothes. This must be some erotic dream; it couldn't be real. He pulled down his pants, her eyes glued to his shorts, a massive bulge pushing out the front. His shorts were next and out jutted his cock. It was big, bigger than Keith. Why were all men's cocks bigger than Keith's? The head was thick, Stephen's hand sliding up and down the shaft as it grew before her eyes. Turn away, Brooke, she urged herself to comply, but she couldn't draw her eyes away from his giant cock. "What's he doing?"

"I'm going over there and suck Stephen's cock. Right here in front of you. Michael's gone. You're going to watch me and learn. After I get him hard for you, you're going to take my place, Brooke. You're going to suck Stephen's cock."

She turned at Hannah, a shocked look on her face. "You can't; he's your father-in-law," she protested.

"I told you father and son are alike. They both are demanding of their women. Stephen made me suck his cock a week after my honeymoon. I had to kneel between his legs and suck his cock until he spewed his cum into my mouth, and then I had to swallow it all. I didn't want to, but he made me once a week until I came to expect it. As much as I hated it, I felt proud each time he came in my mouth that I could do such a thing to an important man like Stephen."

"I couldn't do such a thing," she protested, but her eyes were drawn to Stephen, his hand stroking his cock so obscenely in front of her as if she weren't watching. She looked up at his face, his glaring eyes staring into the depths of her soul. He was almost taunting her to defy him so he could discipline her again. Once he had her bound over the chair or some worse position, he could do anything he wanted of her. Including using her mouth for his pleasure. Was that Stephen in the movie? Was he one of the men that forced the young girl to suck his cock?

"You have no choice, Brooke. Stephen demands that you take him in your mouth. You're going to take his cock between those sweet, succulent lips and suck him. You'll bob your head up and down, taking him deeper with each thrust. Even if you gag on his cock, you won't pull away. Not until he is finished with you and he will only be finished when you suck him and he jets his hot, sticky cum into your mouth. You'll swallow all that he has to offer you, and then you'll lick his cock clean before you release if from your mouth."

Her mind was confused, her body on fire. She could see herself over on the other side of the room, her mouth wrapped around his cock, the salty taste of his cum filling her mouth as she sucked him properly. She couldn't do it, yet she knew she had to. Today she finally broke through and joined them. If she refused Stephen now, it would never be the same. It was a small price she had to pay for Keith to be successful with them. "Yeeess," her voice finally surrendering.

"Yes, what, Brooke. Tell, Stephen what you are going to do."

"I'm going to suck his cock," her face flushed in shame and excitement.

"Good girl, now watch and learn. Don't take your eyes off of us." Hannah got up and walked over to Stephen, licking her lips when she saw his cock. She craved it now, not like in the beginning. She kneeled between Stephen's legs, her hands already reaching out for his magnificent cock. She didn't know which one she loved more, Stephen's or Michael's cock.

Hannah kneeled between Stephen's legs just as she always did. One hand reached out for his cock, grabbing it in her fingers as she held it up majestically, the other hand curling around his hairy balls and gently squeezed the twin spheres. She moistened her lips, her head bowing over his cock, her lips parting as she felt her soft lips sliding over the smooth head of his cock until her lips were closed over the sensitive head of his throbbing cock.

Brooke stared in amazement as Hannah's mouth engulfed his cock. She should turn away in disgust, but her eyes were riveted to the revolting act that Hannah was performing. She should run away, but deep down, she knew that it would soon be her that would be kneeling between Stephen's legs, it would be her mouth that would taste his manhood. She had a burning between her legs that only by sucking Stephen's cock could she extinguish it. She knew that he would cum in her mouth and she would be forced to swallow his seed, but her drugged mind could only watch as Hannah's mouth slid up and down Stephen's magnificent cock.

Hannah's tongue went to work on his cock, the smooth, domed head trapped in her lips, her tongue running around the thick ridge, teasing at the sensitive skin as his cock quivered in excitement. The tip of her tongue sought the hole in the tip, flicking it until her mouth drank up the warm, silky fluids that leaked profusely from the tip.

Brooke could almost feel Stephen's hands on her head, not Hannah's, guiding her back and forth to meet the thrust of his hips and his cock into her mouth.

"Yes, that's the way I like it, Hannah. Now take it deeper." His fingers locked into her hair, his frenzied hips driving his cock into the hot, soft folds of her mouth while her tongue pleasured him. He sent his massive cock into the deep recesses of her mouth until he was rewarded with a loud gag as his cockhead slammed hard against the small opening of her throat.

She enjoyed when Stephen took charge, forcing her to take his cock deep into her mouth, sucking him rhythmically with all the practiced talent that she had. Hannah was working Stephen up into a sexual frenzy, but it would be Brooke that would please him. Her mouth moved with precision, up and down the shaft, his cock disappearing into her mouth, and then reappearing, slick with her saliva and cum that she coaxed from the tip. Her tongue worked its magic, making his cock jerk and convulse in excitement, but she had to be careful this time. She would not extract the cum from his balls, that would be Brooke's job.

Brooke was captivated by the lascivious sight before her. Never would she have thought that Stephen would force his daughter-in-law to suck his cock. Yet before her, Hannah's red lips were stretched taut around the thick shaft of flesh that slid in and out, spit or cum dripping from the corner of her mouth as the room was alive with degrading sounds of sucking. Brooke licked her lips as if the cock was in her mouth, almost able to feel the hot flesh burning her tongue. As much as she feared it, she wished that she could take Hannah's place. Take her place and please Stephen with her mouth.

"It is time for you to take her place, Brooke."

It still shocked her when she heard Stephen's voice. Her drugged body slowly got up from the couch and walked over to them in her drugged state, but her eyes never left Hannah's mouth sucking Stephen's cock even as Brooke was ready to replace her. She stood in front of them, waiting.

"Take off your dress first. I want to see and touch your tits while you suck my cock." He had seen parts of her body, but tonight he would see more, much more.

Her fingers went behind her, the soft hiss of the zipper filling her head as the dress slid down the back. She pulled her arms from the front as it slowly fell to her feet. She bent down, picked up her dress and folded it neatly onto a nearby chair. Only when she stood back up did she fully realize that she was standing naked to the waist, only her panties and stocking covering her body. Her naked breasts heaved up and down as Brooke struggled to breathe, her nipples hard and pointed, begging to be touched. No man had ever seen her like this, not even her husband. She was ashamed and excited.

Hannah moved away to allow Brooke to take her place. Brooke kneeled where Hannah had been, between the thighs of Stephen. She was beyond reason, nothing mattered except the thought of pleasing Stephen with her mouth. Her hand reached out, gripping the throbbing flesh of Stephen, the head shining wetly with the spit and the sticky secretions of Stephen's arousal. She could feel it jerking in excitement, as though it was a giant snake she was trying to tame.

"Lick it with your tongue."

She obeyed without question, her tongue snaking out of her mouth as she held his cock still. Her tongue stretched out, leaning forward until she touched the hot flesh of his cockhead, her tongue swirling around the smooth head, tasting the bitter taste of his manhood. It was so salty, but her tongue went to the hole, lapping at the sticky fluids that she enticed from it, the pungent nectar thick and salty. She felt Stephen's hands twist her hair until her held her submissively against him and now she knew why the girl in the movie never moved her hands. She wanted it as much as the men in the movie wanted to feel her mouth working them into a sexual frenzy. She opened her mouth wide to accept his cock, her head bending over until she felt the smooth head sliding erotically over her lips. It jerked and shuddered when her mouth engulfed the head, her hand holding the shaft captive while her tongue began to work on the trapped head. Her other hand went instinctively down to his balls, squeezing gently until she could felt he mysterious balls sliding around in the sack.

He almost came when he felt her hot breath blowing on his cock, but it was like a hot cavern that trapped his cock while her tongue went to work on the head. He urged her head until she began to suck rhythmically up and down, each time taking more of his cock into the warm cavern of her sucking mouth. He could feel the tip of her tongue parting the eye of his cock until he spilled his semen onto her waiting tongue. He couldn't contain his lust any longer, his hips driving his cock deep and hard against the roof of her mouth. He could only remember that innocence of Hannah the first time she explored his cock with her virgin mouth and the excitement he felt at teaching her to suck a man's cock. Stephen looked down at Brooke, her innocent blue eyes staring up at him, her red lips wrapped tightly around his cock as her nostrils flared as she tried to breathe and suck him. He looked lower, the soft globes of her tits bouncing gently on her chest as he rode her mouth. His balls began to ache deliciously, the way they always did just before he was ready to cum.

Through the daze of the drugs, Brooke became conscious of what she was doing. She felt a pain deep in her belly as she realized that she had a cock in her mouth and she was sucking it energetically. Two people that she looked up to and respected her were degrading her in the most depraved manner. She couldn't understand why she didn't run away or at least pull away, but she continued to move her head up and down on his manhood. All she could think about was the cock in her mouth.

Michael peered into the room. Hannah sat on the couch across from them, her dress hiked up, her hands in her panties as she masturbated. Across from her. the innocent bride kneeled submissively between his father's thighs, half naked, sucking for all she was worth. His father's hands held her tight, encouraging and cajoling Brooke to perform orally on him. Michael's cock was hard as he stared at the young girl, her naked back sloping gently back, her swollen breasts hanging down and swaying erotically, but his eyes were drawn to the twin hillocks encased tightly in her panties. He moved quietly until he was behind her, kneeling down. His father saw him, his hands gripping her hair like reins of a horse and slowly began to draw her farther up onto the couch, her mouth impaled on his cock as he did. Her ass began to rise up as she did.

She tried to turn her head when she felt a man's hands on her waist, fingers sliding into the waistband of her panties. "MMMMGGG," she tried to cry out in protest, but she was silenced with the thickness of Stephen's cock. Her body was being dragged forward on the couch as she felt the man behind her sliding her panties down over her ass cheeks until she felt them pulled around her thighs. What degrading act would they heap upon my body now?

"What a cute, white ass," Michael chortled.

It was Michael's voice behind her, yet he wouldn't do anything to her with his wife in the room. She felt his hands smoothing over her bare buttocks, caressing the flesh as a lover would. She wanted to confront them all, but she was pinned to Stephen's cock. The hands on her hair gripped tighter, the cock in her mouth suddenly grew thicker, choking her as it slammed into the back of her mouth. She tried to squirm away, but she was pinned by the powerful hands of Stephen, forced into servitude to his cock in her mouth. Hands slid between her legs and onto her belly, slowly forcing her ass up into the air in open invitation to the lewd helplessness of the position. NNNOO, she cried silently as she felt the hot breath on her naked buttocks as Michael's hands continued to squeeze and clench on her buttocks. She felt the shameful presence of warm, wet lips trailing kisses down her bent spine. She tried to buck away, but father and son held her in complete subjugation. She felt his shameful fingers prying apart her buttocks, her muscles trying to fight them, but he was too strong, spreading her open as the wet tongue began the torturous path in her crevice. She was repulsed when she felt his tongue run over her anus. His fingers pulled her crack open wide and held her open while the wet tongue played over her most intimate hole. She couldn't believe the feelings that were transmitted from the tiny pleasure buttons that encircled her dark brown pucker of her anus. Never would she have ever fathomed that she would feel such pleasure from such a disgusting act. The tongue swirled around her anus, spasms in her muscles as her tiny hole opened and closed in lustful contractions. How could my body cry out the way from such a degrading act? She had expected to cringe at what he would do to her, but she never expected to feel pleasure. She was not prepared for this. All the while, her mouth continued orally to perform on Stehphen's cock, her mouth filled with his mounting cum that leaked from the head.

Michael felt a change in her. Her buttocks didn't clench instinctively, feeling the tension go away as he held her buttocks open as he orally assaulted her virgin ass hole. It was as though she was surrendering to the pleasure. He triumphantly pulled her ass up higher, her legs spreading willingly, his fingers sliding down lower until he could part the wet, succulent lips of her pussy. He inhaled the animalistic female odor that drifted from the soft petals of her pussy as she flowered open and revealed the soft, pink, inner lips, glistening with her female secretions. This is what he loved best. Turning the young bride into his willing sexual slave once his tongue taught her the joys of receiving as well giving pleasure orally. He felt her body shake when he blew into her.

She couldn't stop the pleasure that raced through her body when she felt the warm touch of air on her pussy, not even Stephen thrusting deeper into her mouth could deter the pleasurable feeling. Is this what Stephen is feeling from my mouth on his cock? She jerked forward in an involuntary spasm of pleasure when she felt the hot tongue thrust between the soft folds of her pussy. She tried to pull away, but Michael's hands dug into her buttocks, holding her submissively as her buttocks clenched in abandonment on the tongue that slid inside her.

Michael's mouth filled with the sweet nectar of the young bride's arousal, his cock hard as steel as he began to explore every inch of her sex with his tongue.

She sucked harder and deeper as Michael's tongue worked its sexual magic on her pussy. She could hear the wet sucking sounds as the tongue teased up and down her slit, exploring all of her inner flesh almost clinically. Her pussy flowed with her juices the longer that the depraved tongue sucked her pussy.

The young bride was bucking beneath him, but it was the tongue that was driving her mad with lust as Stephen fucked her mouth. Michael was always good at orally satisfying the girls, making their bodies react with unexpected pleasure until they couldn't deny them any of their perverted acts. It was too much, Brooke's inexperience mouth quickly learning what he loved and performing it flawlessly. He felt the pain build in his balls until he couldn't hold back his eruption any longer. His cock jerking back and forth in her mouth and jetted a river of hot cum onto her waiting tongue. He held her tight as he watched her face as the first jet of cum hollowed her cheeks, her eyes opening up wide in surprise. She instinctively clasped her lips tightly around his cock, her tongue swirling around his jetting head as he flooded her tongue with his thick crème.

She had almost forgotten about Stephen, her mind concentrating on the expert tongue that touched her in places that she had never been touched before. Suddenly, her mouth had to cope with rivers of hot, pasty cum that bathed her teeth and gums in a thick coat. She knew what she had to do, her tongue whirling around the tip, flooded with the thick cum. She would suck him dry to punish him for the humiliation they were subjecting her to. The tongue continued to bring her the unexpected pleasure, lashing up and down her slit, forcing into her hole, stabbing back and forth like a little cock that was seeking entrance. She was forced to swallow the thick cum, slowly running down her gullet and into her stomach as her mouth was continually filled with Stephen's release. Would he never end, gulping loudly as it filled her cheeks to overflowing, swallowing the hot crème her only salvation. Three times it filled her mouth, three times she swallowed his seed until it sat heavily in her belly. Only then did his hands release her head, a final jerk of the cock in her mouth and he was spent.

"Lick it clean, Brooke."

With the tongue still lavishing its oral intentions, she did as she was ordered, licking from the base of his cock, through the cum-stained pubic hairs that tickled her lips, up the thick shaft, feeling the pounding veins, her mouth lapping up the sticky crème that coated his cock. Even as it softened in her mouth, she continued the degrading act. Finally, Stephen pulled his cock from her mouth, falling limply in front of her lips. Her lips and mouth were covered in a thick coat of his cum. She hoped they would let her up so she could escape from these perverted men.

"Kneel up and I'll bring you off."

Hands raised her up higher as the tongue slid up and down her slit. Fingers reached around and tugged and pulled on her turgid nipples until they stood out like tiny rocks of pleasure. Even when they pinched too hard, it couldn't quench the building lust in her loins. She knew she couldn't stop him, didn't want to stop him, her drug-filled head only seeking the sexual release he promised. The moment he pinched her clit, she was gone, the pleasure building unexpectedly in her body, his tongue fucking in and out of her hole. As she screamed out in pleasure, his tongue lashed back up between her buttocks until she felt the pointed tip slip into her rectum, the wet tongue wagging back and forth in her intimate hole. The shame of having a tongue shoved up her ass as she shook her ass salaciously in pleasure was too much for her. She came all over his fingers, flooding them with her womanly secretions as she bucked uncontrollably as the orgasm exploded in her body. Her body shook in sexual pleasure for long minutes until she slumped to the floor, her brain refusing to accept any more the sexual degradation they had subjected her to, unconsciousness her only escape.

"Let me take care of that, Michael." Michael shoved his cock in Hannah's mouth and down her throat, but Hannah loved her man when he took her so violently. Brooke would soon seek the same pleasure. It didn't take Michael long before he unloaded into Hannah's belly.





CHAPTER 7



The Master has His way with Brooke



Brooke woke up, her hand in her panties, soaked with her juices. She licked her lips, the taste of a man's cum still lingering on her lips and in her mouth. She remembered what she did vividly, kneeling like a sexual slave between Stephen's legs and sucked his cock as if she had done it a hundred times. She relived swallowing load after load of his cum until it filled her belly. Not only that, but she had felt a man's tongue licking her intimately, fingers plucking at her body until she responded, cumming profusely all over him as his tongue shoved deep into her rectum. She shamefully remembered it was Michael's tongue that forced the orgasm from her body. How can I face them this morning?

She skipped breakfast, but it was lunchtime, her stomach groaning. She had to face them, finally leaving the patio of her room to walk downstairs. Stephen was in the hallway she appeared. Her face was already red when she looked into his eyes.

"Good morning, Brooke. I hope you slept well." Stephen looked at her big lips, reliving the way she had sucked his cock with such exuberance.

"Thank you, Stephen. I slept like a baby." She felt his hand around her waist, drawing her in until she was pressed up against him. Her nipples sprang to life from the unexpected touch of his chest against hers.

"You were a good girl last night, Brooke." He lifted up her chin until she was looking into his eyes. "I expect to enjoy your mouth again soon." He planted a kiss on her lips, feeling the soft, wet lips part as his tongue explored the hot depths of her oral cavity.

He was kissing her, feeling his hard cock pressed against her pussy, his hips grinding from side to side as her nipples felt his chest pushed against them. His tongue explored her mouth, Brooke standing there as he had his way with her. She knew she couldn't stop him, even if she wanted to. She knew she would find herself on her knees before him, sexually servicing his cock with her mouth. She knew it was wrong and degrading, but she couldn't refuse this powerful man.

He finally broke away from her reluctantly as Michael approached.

Michael looked at Brooke with lust in his eyes, his cock hard as he stared at the beautiful, young bride. She wore a silk blouse that clung to her tits, a short skirt that showed off her lovely ass and Michael could already taste her. "You look good enough to eat, Brooke. But that was last night," his hand sliding over her ass as she blushed shamefully.

"Good morning, Michael," trying to change the subject of her disgusting behavior last night, but his hand caressed her buttocks and Brooke found her buttocks clenching uncontrollably as if not sure whether to clench tight or accept his fingers between her cheeks. She could still feel the delicious pleasure that she felt last night when his tongue forced its way into her backside and salaciously slid in and out of her clenching muscles with such erotic pleasure. She still didn't understand how they forced her to do all the things they did. She should be running away from them, but instead, she was standing here as they touched her intimately and spoke of the depravities they were going to submit her to.

Brooke walked down the hallway to the dining room, two powerful men on either side of her, feeling safe and scared at the same time.

"Come sit next to me, Brooke." Hannah pulled out a chair for Brooke so she would be next to her. "The girls have to stick together. I see you enjoyed my men last night, Brooke. They can be very demanding, but I know you will submit to them and enjoy it." Her hand teased up Brooke's naked leg, pushing out her thighs until she willingly spread her legs. "Yes, the men love when you do that."

The lunch was sprinkled with idle chatter, Brooke engaged in their conversation, the sexual tension slowly disappearing. She began to feel relaxed among them in spite of all the vivid memories that kept popping back in her head. It was as though they were the best of friends and all that transpired last night was just a disgusting, masturbatory fantasy that was acted out in Brooke's vivid imagination. She knew that Keith would be proud of the way that his bosses were taken with her. He would understand what she did to accomplish that. After all, she only did what she had to for his future. She would make it up to him when he came back. She would use her newfound oral talents on her husband's cock. Maybe let him reciprocate and feel his tongue between her legs.

Charles kept her supplied with the special potion. It wouldn't take much, enough in her system already, only one glass needed to get the desires building in her loins once again. Stephen would be pleased.

The lunch lasted two hours as if no one wanted it to end. They retired to the living room, but Michael was called away and Hannah joined him, leaving Brooke alone with Stephen. He got up. "Come with me." He held out his hand as she stood up, the young bride not even asking where, submissively following him as he led her up the stairs and down the hallway to his bedroom.

Brooke felt a terrible ache between her legs until it almost hurt. She had felt it last night, only going away as Michael's tongue licked her to the explosive orgasm. She needed that release once again, hoping that Stephen would give her what her body craved. She turned to Stephen as he opened the door to the room.

"You must see the Master's suite," Stephen said with a sexually enticing voice.

He didn't say master suite, but the Master's suite. She looked into the room, the large bed taking up the center of the room, majestic posts standing up like giant phallic instruments, the top capped with thick balls shaped like massive pineapples. The wood posts were all carved with intricate patterns of vines and protrusions. Why do I see everything as if it were a cock? The bed was covered in a red silk cover, the walls draped in back of it with silk that hung from ceiling to floor. She saw mirrors on the opposite side of the bed, tilted to reflect all that transpired on the bed back to its occupants. "I've never seen a room like this before."

Stephen closed the door behind him, Brooke looking back at him as the door slammed noisily. His cock was bursting to leap free of the tight garments. "Do you know why I brought you here, Brooke?" His voice trembled in lustful expectations.

"No," she lied, but deep down, she knew she was to submit to him again.

"I'm going to fuck you on that lovely bed, my sweet, young bride. It will be like nothing you have ever felt before. I am going to stick my old, hard cock into your tender, young pussy and fuck your brains out. Would you like that, Brooke?"

She felt the juices flowing freely from her pussy at the thought of him sticking his cock in her. She was so hot, unable to quench the lust between her legs, hoping that Stephen might extinguish her unquenchable desires. She ran her hands down over the flat plane of her stomach, her hips beginning to undulate slowly as her darkest sexual desire manifest themselves. "If that is what you desire of me," she submitted.

Stephen didn't say a word, his actions speaking for him as he slowly undressed, his eyes staring lustfully into hers. She stared back at him, her silk blouse opened, her naked breasts beneath standing up majestically, her pointed nipples almost pointing to the ceiling. Her hips shimmed the skirt down, falling at her feet, Brooke leaving it there as she bent over, her voluptuous breasts hanging down as she slid her panties down her legs. She stood back up, completely naked, his eyes fixed on her blonde bush, the light glistening off the tiny drops of her arousal of her fine hairs. Her breasts were rising and falling as she struggled for air, her eyes going down to his cock as he pulled his shorts down and his massive cock bobbed in front of him, erect and waiting to feel her hot, wet pussy around his flesh.

She was still amazed by its size for a man his age, thick veins running up the shaft just like the bedposts, the thick head a deeper red, his hand stroking it to greater girth. She could still taste him in her mouth. She couldn't wait to feel him enter her and take her for his own.

"You sucked my cock so expertly yesterday, Brooke. Can your pussy welcome it with equal enthusiasm?"

"Yes, I want to please you," the words coming out of her mouth without thinking. Even though she was married to Keith, she was going to give herself to another man. A much older man. She stood naked before him.

"On the bed, my little beauty. I can't wait to feast upon that young body." He watched as she got on the red silk comforter, her pale skin in sharp contrast. "Lie back and spread your lovely, white thighs. I want to see that dark, forbidden hole that my cock is going to penetrate."

The silk felt so good on her skin, Brooke spreading her legs immorally as he had commanded her. She could feel the soft lips of her pussy pulling open, the lustful juices flowing with abandonment from her tender pussy that was opening for him. Stephen looked at her, his erection quivering in excitement. She couldn't help herself, the strange desires making her hips move, undulating with brazen sexuality that Brooke even didn't know where it came from. Her fingers went to her nipples, plucking them to ripeness as she squeezed them lightly until they sprung into painful hardness. "Fuck me," she begged.

"I need to savor your womanly essence." He crawled between her legs, his face only inches from her sex as her fingers spread her lips open shamelessly. He inhaled her sweet surrender. "Let me," his hands pushing hers away, his hands on her belly as his fingers slipped into the puffy outer lips and pressed outward, exposing the pink, inner flesh, wet with her juices. He felt her shiver when he blew on the heated flesh. His fingers moved up until he found what he was looking for.

"OOOHHHH," she wailed in lusty surrender when she felt his fingers at the top of her slit.

He looked down at her from the stretched elastic hole of her pussy, up her slit, the lips peeled back until there was only the sensitive, pink inner flesh to the top of her slit and the dainty bud of her clit was clearly visible, thick and protruding. His mouth sought out her clit, his wet tongue snaking out to slap back and forth across it as her body shuddered in pleasure. Her hips jerked up, his lips curled around her clit and he sucked it into his mouth, his tongue rubbing back and forth over the tip as she jerked uncontrollably underneath him. She felt her legs jerk up and soon his head was trapped between her thighs, her hips undulating sexually.

She couldn't stand the pleasure that his mouth was giving her, wanting to grip his head in her hands, instead using her thighs to trap him to keep his tongue from stopping. His tongue slid down her slit until she felt it trying to enter her, her thighs opening up to the wet, probing tongue. It went inside her so deep, her body bucking uncontrollably beneath him. She couldn't believe what his expert tongue was doing to her, touching her in places even her own fingers had never touched before.

She was wild in lust, Stephen's hands reaching up to her naked breasts, cupping and squeezing the young girl's firm flesh harshly while his mouth continued its oral assault on her sex. His tongue moved back to her clit, his lips trapping it so his tongue could attack it with vengeance. His tongue moved around it, never releasing it as Brooke cried out in wild abandonment. He began to flick her faster, his tongue never tiring as he kept the young, bride on the sexual edge, her whimpering cries only inspiring him more as he teased her clit.

Brooke couldn't control her own body, her hips jerking up and down in wild sexual abandonment. No man had ever done what Stephen was doing to her and it only got better and more depraved. Her buttocks drew up high, his hands sliding under them, keeping them high off the bed in sexual servitude, his tongue sliding lower down from the vaginal opening over the sensitive skin of her perineum and into the sweat-drenched crack of her ass. She knew where it was going and even though she was ashamed of it, she could not stop him as his tongue slid over the puckered ring of her anus. She gulped loudly, unable to breathe as she felt the shameful lust as his tongue touched her in such an erogenous place, Brooke not even realizing until only days ago, the pleasure buds that ringed the dark knot of her anus. She remembered what sent her over the edge last night, the tongue making wet contact with her forbidden opening, feeling like a tiny cock as it thrust into the tight, elastic hole, spreading it wide to accept the wet tongue into her rectum. "AAAAAHHHH," she cried out as he penetrated her bottom with his tongue.

His tongue darted in and out, her hips jerking spastically in sexual pleasure. Suddenly he pulled his wet face from between her legs, seeing the look of desperation on her face.

"Don't stop; make me cum," she begged him, her hips still moving in silent expectation.

"I'll make you cum with my cock inside you, my young girl."

"Take me, make me complete with your cock."

"You'll mount me. Put your knees on either side of my hips and lower that sweet pussy onto my cock. Engulf my cock in your hot, tight pussy."

Brooke was beyond reason, both of them changing positions until Stephen was on his back, his hand holding his rigid cock straight up into the air like a cruel cudgel. He watched as she mounted him, her legs spreading wide to straddle his hips, her pussy blossoming open as it dripped her copious fluids onto his belly.

She had never done this before, always the missionary position for Brooke, but she straddled him as if she were the aggressor, the petals of her pussy spread open, her tight hole already opened by the wide strain of her legs. She looked down at the thick gland of his cock poised under her pussy, ready to penetrate her. She held motionless as her confused mind pondered her fate. In a fit of sexual rage, she grabbed his cock and placed it at the tight entrance of her pussy. She brutally forced her hips down as his long, hard cock, penetrating in one single thrust that drove it deep into her aching womb.

"EEEEGGGEGEHHH," she cried out in pleasure-pain from the penetration of the largest cock she ever felt in her pussy. Sweat dripped from her forehead as her body shuddered when Stephen's large hands lifted her tiny body up from his cock until only the thick flange of his cock kept it from escaping, her tight hole pulled out until it almost snapped lose. His hips shot up from the bed at the same time he released her.

"EEEEEWWWW," it felt like he was driving a spear into her womb as his cock ripped through the elastic walls and stretched her in places that weren't made to stretch that fast and far. She didn't know if she could take many more of the powerful thrusts, so she kneeled up and down, Stephen's cock sliding up and down inside her with short, measured strokes that rubbed her so deliciously.

Stephen wanted her to take the full measure of his cock. "Ride it all the way up until you can feel my cock pulling out of the lips of your pussy. Clench tight to keep it from escaping, and then impale yourself on my cock until you feel it nudging against your womb." He wanted her to perform for him, giving him the maximum pleasure from her young pussy.

She closed her eyes as she rode him as he ordered; her breasts swinging erotically as she energetically fucked his cock. She hurtled up and down the magnificent cock that split her up the middle, stretching her elastic hole as her muscles clenched uncontrollably on the punishing cock inside her. Her head was thrown back in hopeless abandonment as she felt his hands crawling up her breasts to squeeze her nipples until she cried out in painful pleasure. She knew she wouldn't last much longer, and she wanted to feel Stephen's hot cum jetting inside her. She clasped onto his cock as she rode him frantically. He pinched her nipples painfully, but that only heightened the desires deep inside her. She couldn't contain herself any longer, screaming, "IIII'mmmm cummmmmingg, ooohhh, cummm in meeeee!" Her movements became frantic, screaming out incoherently as the orgasm overtook her oversexed body, feeling the magnificent cock that split her up the middle swell in appreciation.

Stephen held out as long as he could, but when the young bride came, he couldn't control his lust any longer. His hips shot up to impale the cumming girl as he spurted jet after jet of milky, white hot cum into the young girl's tightly gripping pussy to mingle with the girl's pleasure. He rode her as his cock jetted three times in her pussy, her muscles milking his cock until he drained her dry. Then her body collapsed onto his, his belly pooling with the abundant juices that drained from her fucked pussy. She fell over onto his chest, her hard nipples digging into his chest, as she lay exhausted from the sexual orgasm. He let her lay there until he could feel her heart beating normally again.

He pushed her up until he could look into her eyes. "Lick my cock clean, Brooke."

The sexual glow was gone from her body, but somehow, she managed to get up, pulling onto her knees until she felt the head of his cock pop out of her pussy with a wet thud, rivers of cum falling on the bed beneath her. She moved between his legs, her fingers lifting up his semi-hard, wet cock. Her tongue snaked out of her mouth and she performed the depraved ritual of cleaning the thick, salty cum from his cock and balls until it was glistening with her spit. She licked the last of the cum from her lips as she got her sexually battered body up from the bed. She put on her clothes, leaving the room walking a little bowl legged as if she still had his cock inside her. In her room, the hot bath never felt so good as she washed the last remnants of her ravishment from her body. She tenderly rubbed her well-fucked pussy as she lay in the bed.

The phone ringing woke her up from her fantasy. She picked it up. "Hello."

"Hello, honey. I miss you so much." The phone cracked as Keith heard her voice. It was after midnight, but he had to talk to his wife. He missed her, sexually as well as spiritually. It was all he could think about, his wife in bed with him, but it was Elizabeth that he saw every day at work, her young, tight body teasing him in ways that Brooke's had never done. It was as though Elizabeth wanted him.

"I miss you too, Keith. I can't wait for you to get home." They still didn't have a home to go to.

"Michael spoke to me this morning. He says that they are all enjoying you so much. I'm so proud of my girl. You are making quite an impression on them. Michael talks about my future and how far I can go in the company. He says that it is important for a man to have a supportive wife and is willing to do anything for her husband. I love you so much for that." Keith stroked his cock as he talked to her, imaging he was in bed with her. He was hoping that after being apart, she would be more amenable to more in their lovemaking. He would love to teach her.

If he only knew what she was doing for him or they were doing to her. She was glad he was happy, but would he be so happy if he found out. Brooke didn't know what would happen when he came home. Would Michael and Stephen leave me alone? Or would they continue taking me sexually? She didn't know whether she wanted them to stop or not. "I will do anything for you, Keith. Anything."

They talked for half an hour, the phone conversation gradually growing sexual, Brooke not sure if she started it or was it Keith.

"I can't wait to feel your fingers around my prick, Brooke." He waited, almost afraid that she would hang up for being so obscene.

"I can feel it in my hands," Brooke growing aroused the more they talked. "Or in my mouth." She held her breath after she said it.

He took his cock out of his pants, stroking it up and down as he pondered what Brooke had said. She never would even kiss his cock, now she was talking about taking it in her mouth. "You never did that before, Brooke, so I would have to force it into your mouth the first time until you learned how to please me with your lips."

"Oh, Keith. I wouldn't be able to stop you if you forced me." Her hands slipped beneath the robe and stroked her pussy, finding how wet she was already.

Keith stroked his cock faster as he grew more excited at the thought of Brooke on her back, his legs straddling her head, his cock shoved between her lips as he thrust deep into her mouth. He would make her gag with his cock, but she would be powerless to stop him. "You would have to take it deep to satisfy me, Brooke. Deep until you choke on me. Only then would I cum in your mouth."

"I wouldn't be able to stop you," her voice breaking up as her excitement increased, her fingers sliding up and down her wet slit.

"No, and I wouldn't let you. I can feel me cumming in your mouth," his voice quivering as he stroked his cock with broad strokes as he thought of Brooke's lips wrapped tightly around the shaft of his cock.

"YYYEES, cum in my mouth." She screamed out as she came on her fingers.

"I'm shooting in your mouth, swallow it all, Brooke. Swallow my cum." His cock jetted thick, white cum arcing up into the air before it fell down and covered his hand as he continued to stroke it, riding the vivid dream in his head of Brooke gulping loudly to swallow his hot cum.

It was suddenly over, the phone going silent in shame. They both knew what had happened, but both refused to say anything.

"I better get off or it will cost me a fortune," his hand slick in his cum.

"Yes, I wouldn't want that," but she hated that he was going to hang up. "I love you so much, Keith."

"Me, too, and I miss you so much. I can't wait until I am back with you." He would see if their strange phone sex would continue in person.

"Bye. Love you, dream about me." She heard the phone click after he told her goodbye and that he loved her. She hung up the phone. She lay back on the bed, her legs spread, licking her fingers of her own juices. In spite of cumming, she was still horny. Masturbation wasn't as good as the real thing. She almost looked forward to dinner. Or after dinner.





CHAPTER 8



English Excitement



"You miss your bird, love?" Elizabeth said to Keith in a cheeky sort of way.

It was Friday, and Keith had only worked since he got here from morning to nighttime. He didn't understand the phone call with Brooke when they both engaged in phone sex, a different side of Brooke that he never knew.

He wasn't exactly sure what Elizabeth was asking, but he suspected she was talking about Brooke. The English had a strange way of talking

"Yes, first time I was ever away from her or her from me."

"You've been working too hard, want to go to the boozer with me tonight?"

Elizabeth was an attractive girl in an English sort of way. She wore short suits to work, but he suspected that is not the way she dressed away from work. He had been cooped up in the factory and the small hotel room for a week and he needed to get out. He felt a little guilty, going out with a girl on a date, but he felt flattered that she had asked him. "I would love to. What time should I pick you up?"

"Seven o'clock at my flat." She wrote down the address on a small slip of paper. "I hope you have something else beside those dinosaur clothes?"

"I'll try," he blushed. He hoped that just a pullover and slacks would do.



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He took a taxi to her flat, a seedy part of town; luckily, it wasn't dark yet. He walked up three flights of stairs, the stale-food air filling the hallway. He knocked on the door, surprised when a man answered the door, his hair slicked back, black pullover and jeans with a large black belt and chains dangling from it. "SSSoory, must have the wrong place." He was ready to run out.

"No, right place, bloke. You must be Keith."

"Tell him to come in," Elizabeth's voice rose up from the bathroom of the one room flat.

Keith walked in. He must have misinterpreted her intentions. This was obviously her boyfriend. Just then, Elizabeth walked out of the bathroom wearing the most incredible, short skirt that clung to her ass like a second skin. A sweater molded over her pointed breasts, breasts that he barely saw beneath her suits.

"She's a stunner, isn't she?" Ringo saw the way he was looking of Lizzy, proud of his girl.

"Yes, she is, though I never saw Elizabeth like this."

"Lizzy," walking into the room toward the two men. "Call me Lizzy."

Keith could only take his eyes off her body for a second, looking around the room to see the couch and a small TV, a hot plate and refrigerator and a dresser in the corner. It was almost as small as his hotel room. He looked back at her, his cock throbbing beneath his pants in spite of her boyfriend standing only inches away. "Nice place."

"It's not much, but we like it." He didn't dress as bad as work, but he would still be out of place at the pub. They had live bands tonight, so it would be busy and Lizzy hoped they wouldn't notice him.

His hopes sank as he heard her say we. She lived with him. He only hoped he could find someone else where they took him. "You ready?"

"Let's go. Going to be rockin' tonight." Ringo grabbed Lizzy and they all headed out the door. The men followed Lizzy, her ass swaying seductively as if she were trying to hypnotize them with her sexuality. It was working, their eyes never leaving her luscious ass.

Keith paid for a taxi; the three of them cramped into the back seat, Lizzy's short skirt riding up so high he could almost see her panties. She made no attempt to pull it down, and he made no attempt to not stare at her legs. They pulled in front of a bar, the neon lights blaring already, even though it was only starting to get dark. He could hear the sounds from a jukebox inside. There was a line to get in, but Lizzy seemed to know everyone.

"What's a fit girl like you doing with these two yobs?." He let them pass the line behind the rope.

"Arsehole," Ringo kidding the bouncer as they walked in the door.

It was huge, filled with tables, the stage in the back of the room, the curtains closed though you could hear the sounds of instruments being tested and tuned. It already smelled of stale smoke and cheap booze. Lizzy led them to a table in front of the dance floor, pushing aside the "Reserved" sign in the center. It was nothing like Keith had ever seen, or wanted to be seen in.

A waitress appeared before they even sat down. "Evening, Love," nodding to Lizzy.

"Pitcher of beer and keep them coming." Ringo was thirsty already.

Keith threw a twenty-dollar bill on the waitress's tray. "Tell me if you need more."

"Thanks, Love." Lizzy liked him more and more.

It was only a few minutes when the lights dimmed, the tables filling up in record speed. The curtains opened to the loud cheering of the crowd, Keith turning around to see the club packed like sardines with people. He never saw anything like it, the band having only guitars and a drummer. They were electric guitars and the amps were tuned up to peak performance, the front of them vibrating as they group started to play. It was so loud that he thought his ears would be damaged, but no one else seemed to be concerned. The dance floor in front of him filled up, looking over to see Lizzy and Ringo swept up into the storm of human flesh.

It looked like a sea of sexual excitement on the dance floor, more like couples making love, not dancing. Keith watched the girls with short, tight skirts, grinding back and forth against their partners, the music giving them the sexual rhythm they needed. He wished he could see Lizzy, wanting to see if she had the same sexual enthusiasm the other girls did. He could see why they danced like this, the music reverberating through his body and giving him a strange sexual tingling. Lizzy had called it rock and roll and the girls certainly were rolling with the music.

Lizzy and Ringo came back to the table, guzzling down a glass of beer before they could say anything, parched from dancing. They loved the music and the way it made them feel. The waitress brought another pitcher of beer, Keith looking around at all the girls. Lizzy was sure that he never saw anything like this in the states.

"How do you like the music?" Lizzy had to shout out above the thundering beat of the music.

"It's great."

"Wanta dance?" She grabbed him before he could even respond.

She pulled him onto the dance floor, Keith scared he would look foolish trying to keep up with the music. He looked at Lizzy as she danced; trying to mimic it, but it was the music that drove him after a while. His hips moved by themselves. Soon he was within a couple of inches of Lizzy, his cock hard at the thought of rubbing up against her. She had such an incredible body, her breasts rocking with her movements, but his eyes were on her hips, gyrating widely to the music. She didn't say a thing as his hands went around her waist, seeing what other couples were doing, drawing her closing to him, yet her hips continued to move back and forth until he felt it. They touched for the first time, his cock shuddering pleasurably as he rubbed against her pussy. She didn't try to push away, in fact he thought she moved her hips from side to side until it was almost as if she was masturbating against him or masturbating him. Either case, he wanted more. His hands slid lower over her ass, feeling her firm cheeks in his hands, drawing her onto his waiting cock, wishing they were both naked and alone. She slid her body up and down his, almost kneeling to the floor and then sliding her breasts up his body. His cock was throbbing so hard, jutting out the front of his pants like a tent pole, but she didn't seem to care. They finally had to sit back down, but Ringo wasn't anywhere around.

"You smoke?" Lizzy leaned over to talk to Keith over the loudness of the music.

Keith had quit cigarettes, but he still had one every once in a while. "Yeah."

"Come on," she grabbed him and they headed off to the side of the club.

Everyone was smoking at the tables, confused on where they were going. It was more confusing when she dragged him into the ladies room. There were three girls in front of the mirrors, straightening up their makeup, but they only nodded to his presence. Lizzy dragged him into one of the stalls. At least it was quieter here, though he felt at ease in the stall of the women's bathroom. Lizzy was sitting down as he stood in the cramped stall. She took out a rolled cigarette, nothing like he ever saw before. She lit it up, the acrid smoke rolling up into the air. She took a deep breath from the cigarette, holding it in her lungs until she finally blew it out.

"Hold it as long as you can," sure he never smoked marijuana before.

Keith put the cigarette to his lips, taking a deep breath, feeling the hot smoke pass over his tongue and into his lungs, burning deep inside while he tried to hold it as long as he could. He didn't want to embarrass himself, wanting to choke, but holding it as long as he could, finally exhaling the smoke. It hit him unexpectedly, a strange buzzing in his head, feeling disorientated, falling against the wall of the stall. He panicked for a moment, finally getting a hold of his emotions. It felt good, a sense of euphoria that raced through his body from his head to his toes. "Good," the only thing he could say as he handed it back to her. He watched as the end of the cigarette glowed a deep red as she inhaled deeply, his eyes watching her breasts as they rose up as her lungs expanded with the smoke. They looked so big.

It took only a few minutes for them to finish the cigarette, a girl pounding on the door to use the stall. They both walked out, Keith feeling as if he were floating on air as they walked back to the table. He put his arm around her waist, feeling her move closer to him, not offended by his touch.

"You smoke a joint?" Ringo was sitting at the table with another girl that was all over him.

So, that is what it was. Marijuana. He had heard about, but it was nothing like they said. He thought that only drug addicts and murderers smoked it, making them crazy. It didn't do that to him. It only made him relaxed and horny, his inhibitions fading. He emptied his glass of beer and then grabbed Lizzy, but this time Ringo followed them out to the dance floor, leaving behind his groupie.

Keith never danced with a girl with another guy, but it was a strange turn on. Ringo was behind her, Keith in front of her, both of them grinding against her until she was pinned between them as though they were sexually taking her at the same time. Lizzy was loving it. Keith could only imagine how it would feel to rub up against her ass, but it was only a few minutes before he had the chance, Ringo changing places with him. He put his hands on her hips, pulling her back, her lovely ass pushed out to meet his throbbing cock. She swished her ass from side to side and back until he felt her lovely buttocks rubbing so sensuously against his cock. He never felt such pleasure, struggling not to cum as she continually rubbed on him.

The night continued, Keith's balls aching from being hard so long. He made trips to the ladies room two more times, the last time the three of them cramped into the tiny stall while they smoked the joint until the euphoria returned. They danced and danced until Lizzy finally said it was time to leave. Keith paid the bill, not even caring how much it was, leaving a big tip, making sure Lizzy saw how much it was.

They took a taxi back to her flat, Keith letting them out, going back to his hotel room.

"Wanna come in?" Lizzy leaned in the taxi. "I got one left," holding out another joint.

Keith paid the taxi and got out. It was strange, but his mind was clouded with the marijuana and it felt too good for it to end. Keith walked up the steps behind Lizzy, the skirt so short that he could see her panties underneath it. At least she wore silk panties from the factory. Ringo opened the door of the flat and locked it behind them. "Sit down, I'll get you a beer." He walked over to the fridge and pulled out three bottles of beer, flipping off the caps with a church key. He handed one to Keith.

"I got to get out of this dress." The flat was warm, her body sweaty from dancing so long. She stood up, Keith looking up at her. She pulled the sweater over her head, folding it up and placing it on the dresser, her back to the boys. She turned around, seeing the surprised look on Keith's face. She looked at him as she unhooked her skirt, sliding the zipper down, letting it fall to her feet. She bent over, her breasts almost spilling out of her bra, but she let Keith get an eyeful before she stood back up. She put the skirt on the dresser, kicking off her shoes. She walked over to the couch, Ringo moving to the other side so she could sit between them.

Keith felt her naked thigh pressed up against him, but he couldn't take his eyes off her almost naked body. She was in her bra and panties and thought nothing of it. The panties were tight, molded over a lovely pair of buttocks, the sharp crack outlined in them. Her tits almost fell out of the bra when she bent over. She sat next to him in her underwear and didn't think anything of it.

"I told you she had a nice body. She likes to show it too." Ringo put his hand on her naked leg.

"You okay with it?" Lizzy could see the way he was looking at her. There were no objections in his eyes.

"Yes, nothing wrong with being comfortable in your own house," sounding stupid as soon as the words came out of his mouth.

The joint was lit and passed around, another beer following it, Keith's head lighting up with the euphoria and wellbeing that the joint brought. Lizzy and Ringo were feeling it. Ringo leaned over and kissed her, but his hands were not idle. One went up and cradled her breast, his large hand squeezing it as his lips kissed her passionately. Keith got brave or maybe it was the alcohol and the drugs, his hand slipping down to touch her naked leg just above her knee. He held it still, waiting, but nothing happened. She didn't make any attempt to push his hand away, so he grew braver. His palm slid between her legs until he felt the soft, delicate flesh of her inner thigh, looking down as the pressure of his hand forced her legs to spread slightly. Ringo's hands were all over her breasts, moving from one to the other.

Ringo broke their kiss, leaning over to Keith. She looked down at his hand between her legs, closing them, trapping his hand, flexing her thigh muscles on his hand. "You want to kiss me, Keith?"

Keith looked over at Ringo, but he didn't say anything.

"He doesn't mind. He sometimes brings a bimbo home and the three of us shag. I like the attention of two men at once sometimes."

Keith could only nod, words stuck in his mouth. She leaned over until he felt her soft lips on his, her tongue entering his mouth and seeking out his tongue. Her thigh muscles finally relaxed, Keith hoping that it was a signal for him to go farther, his hand sliding up her thigh, pushing out her legs until the palm of his hand gripped her sex, feeling her heat. He could feel her moaning in his mouth. He jumped when her hand went to his lap, but he quickly got used to it as her fingers curled around the shaft of his cock and began to move up and down.

Ringo was busy, opening up her bra and slipping it from her arms, Keith looking down, forced to break the kiss, but he had to see that pair of luscious tits. She had big brown areolas with hard nipples that stretched out, begging to be touched. Keith wasted no time, his fingers sliding around her sides and cupping them, his fingers teasing the tips to hard, brown rocks.

"Am I the only one that is going to get naked?" She grabbed the pullover and yanked it over Keith's head, then pressed her naked breasts against him, dragging her aroused nipples along his chest. His hand became more urgent, one thick finger sliding between her pussy lips, pushing her panties into her moist slit as he rode his finger up and down. She spread her legs wider as she saw Ringo beginning to undress. He didn't stop with his shirt, stripped down to his shorts, his magnificent cock threatening to break free. Her hands went to Keith's pants, undoing his buckle, sticking her hand in his pants until she felt his cock. It wasn't very big, but with two men, she had more then enough cock between them. She stroked it, her fingers making it grow.

His cock jerked in pleasure when her nipples rasped across his chest, her hand pushed into his pants, her slim fingers curling around the shaft. He never felt so much excitement before, the perverse thrill of two men taking one girl, not his wife, arousing him as he never was before. Lizzy's fingers were working magic on his cock, sliding up and down his shaft with such a familiarity that even Brooke didn't have. His hand pushed aside her panties, finding her wet pussy, his fingers sliding between her drenched lips, her hips moving with his finger. "EEEEHH," he gasped when her hand touched his naked cock, sliding into his shorts, first squeezing his balls into he rose up from the couch, then gripping his cock in her hot fingers, pumping it up and down. He felt the first urge, his cock leaking his cum onto her fingertips, but she didn't care, using it to lubricate his cock as she stroked it with broad strokes.

"Let's get naked," Lizzy wanting to shed the last of her clothes. His finger left her pussy, but she quickly stripped off her panties, Keith's eyes on her pussy, his hands returning as soon as he stripped his shorts. His cock jutted out in front of him, but all she felt was the thick cock of Ringo behind her, jerking uncontrollably against her naked arse cheeks. She went back to stroking Keith's cock, spreading her legs when his fingers returned to her pussy. This time his fingers entered her, one sliding easily inside on her juices, clenching her muscles on his finger. It took only a minute before a second one entered her, feeling better that she had something substantial inside her.

"How we gonna shag her, Keith? You want her mouth or her quim?" Ringo was feeling left out, wanting to get down to some serious shagging.

Keith never heard such a question, having to decide whether to take this lovely girl between her legs or in her mouth. The decision took only a second, Brooke always refusing to let him have her mouth. "Her mouth," her hand gripped his cock in tight fingers and squeezed it.

Lizzy loved being taken at both ends. She got off the couch and crouched doggy style on the floor. She spread her legs and shoved her ass up for Ringo. "Come and get me, boys."

Ringo was the first one on her, kneeling behind her, fisting his cock. He slid it up and down her slit, the head growing slick with her juices. She pushed her ass back against him, but he teased her, moving away, her ass shaking suggestively, looking for his cock. He watched as Keith stood in front of her. It looked like he never did this before, unsure of himself.

Keith stood naked in front of Lizzy. He reached down, his hand cupping her chin and lifting up her head until she was only inches from his cock. She licked her lips until they glistened with spit and then she blew on his cock, Keith grabbing it as it jerked in uncontrollable excitement. He stepped closer to her as he held her head up. He rubbed the head of his cock around her lips as if he were painting them with lipstick. Her lips parted slightly, her eyes looking up at him as he pressed with his hips, watching as the head of his cock was slowly engulfed by her lips.

They both took her at once, not sure if it was coordinated or just plain lust that drove them into her. She loved it when Ringo took her hard, a powerful thrust sending all of his cock into her, pushing her forward just as Keith began to enter her mouth. "MMMGGGL," her cry smothered by his cock as it slid between her lips and into her mouth. She had two cocks in her, as her tongue went to work on Keith's cock, drawing out the juices from the head and she squeezed her pussy muscles onto Ringo's cock, feeling him begin to fuck her with his powerful thrusts that drove her back and forth on the two men's cocks.

Keith never felt anything like it before. Her hot, wet mouth engulfed his cock head, her tongue rimming it until the cum leaked from the head onto her tongue. He began to move her head forward and back, his hips meeting her head to drive it deeper into her mouth as her tongue continued to work her magic on his cock. He never felt such delicious pleasure. He needed to teach Brooke to service his cock with her mouth. If only she was more sexually responsive. She had such a nice body and it was wasted. His mind went back to Lizzy when she sucked his cock deep into her mouth. He didn't know what he would do when he was ready to cum, but he only hoped that he could cum in her mouth.

They worked her over for twenty minutes, neither of them slowing down, both of them fighting the urge to cum in spite of all that she tried to entice their orgasm. Ringo was rubbing her pussy, his finger finding her clit and pinching it until her ass rose up to take his hard thrusts inside her. Keith guided her head onto his cock, pushing his cock to the back of her mouth, the slick head slamming against the opening of her throat, his hands tightening on her head until she gagged. Even Ringo had never thrust down her throat, making her deep throat him, but Keith seemed to be taken over by his lust, Lizzy having to fight to keep him from breaching her throat. Her tongue went to work even harder, one hand reaching up and grabbing his balls, tightening her fingers on the twin balls when he shoved too hard into her mouth.

He wasn't going to last much longer, her fingers curling around his balls. Even when she squeezed too tight, all he felt was pleasure, the cum churning in his balls and needing relief. He began to fuck her mouth faster, looking down, her eyes looking up at him as his cock slid in and out of her tightly clenched lips, her tongue working such magic on his cock. He squeezed her head tighter when the first tingle raced from his balls. He arched his back, driving his cock deep into her mouth, bellowing out his lust loudly as the head of his cock exploded into her clenching mouth.

His body stiffened, shoving his cock deep into her mouth. He yelled out just as she felt Ringo jetting a powerful stream of his hot cum into her pussy. His orgasm trigged hers, her body going into mindless ecstasy, as scalding spurts of Keith's hot cum spilled into her mouth, coating her tongue and gums with the thick, salty cum. She had to gulp to swallow it. His cock was not very big, but he came gallons of cum into her mouth and her belly.

He couldn't believe the way her mouth accepted his cum, feeling her throat as she gulped mouthful after mouthful into her stomach. He thought he would never stop cumming, her tongue finally licking him dry. He kept his cock in her mouth, not wanting to leave her hot, oral cavity. Even when her tongue cleansed his cock, his erection returned, he hated to pull out, but as Ringo pulled his cock from behind her, he knew he had no choice.

Not much was said as Keith dressed. Lizzy went into the bathroom, coming out with a robe on, Ringo putting back on his pants. He was ill at ease, not sure whether he should thank her or compliment her.

"I'll see you Monday, Keith."

"Yes, nice meeting you Ringo." He walked out, grabbing a cab back to the hotel. He wished he could call Brooke, but he was not sure what he would say. He felt some betrayal, but the excitement far exceeded it. He couldn't wait to get home. He would never take her refusal any longer. She would have to learn to do as he desired.





CHAPTER 9



No Longer a Virgin



Brooke took a long walk in the afternoon after Keith's phone call. She was glad, but also disappointed that she didn't run into Gino, but the alone time allowed her to clear her head. She still had the nagging desire between her legs, but her mind was able to focus, though she still had a hard time differentiating what were sexual fantasies in her mind and had what really happened. There was no doubt that she had been intimate with Stephen in his bedroom. Or that she had sucked his cock. With Michael, she wasn't so sure. He always popped up into her mind and her dreams. Had I really masturbated him? Did he lick me and stick his tongue up my ass hole? Keith said that Michael was happy with Brooke and they were enjoying her. What did they mean by enjoy? Brooke couldn't deny that her sexual horizons had been greatly expanded since coming here, though she didn't know whether that was good or bad. She never had such explosive orgasms or such shameful humiliation all at the same time. She only hoped that it would please Keith as much as it did the other men.



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Michael greeted her when she came down for dinner, his eyes following her every movement as she walked down the stairs. She felt so eloquent, four-inch-high heels making her calf muscles taut, her legs looking longer with the short, full skirt that covered what was left to show. Her blouse was a sheer pullover that hung loosely over her breasts, but it did reveal everything and Michael's eyes didn't leave her gently bouncing breasts as she walked down the stairs. With a clear mind, she would soon find out what was fantasy and what was reality, though she wasn't sure she wanted to know.

"You look more sexually radiant every time I see you, Brooke." He made no attempt to hide his lust, the bulge in his pants not letting him.

"Thank you, Michael," she chimed in. "I spoke to Keith and want to thank you for the nice things you said about me."

"I meant every word I said, Brooke. All of us are enjoying you, and tonight, I hope you will show me your gratitude."

"I don't think I could refuse," she answered back, not even sure if she would want to.

"You disappoint me, Brooke. I would love tying you up and forcing you." He turned away from her as Hannah approached.

Her pussy got wet instantly when he said that. She could believe that he said it, but the excitement raced through her head as she conjured up the most perverted pictures of her naked and bound, Michael lording over her with his big cock menacing her every hole.

"You look ravishing tonight, Brooke. You certainly are coming of age lately. Dinner will be ready in a few minutes, Stephen should be coming down the stairs shortly, he is always punctual." The eighteen-year-old definitely looked like she wanted to be fucked; her almost naked breasts already revealing her hard, brown nipples. Hannah would love to have a chance with the young girl, teaching her the pleasures of girl sex. The men would enjoy watching.

"I'm right here. I was holding back, the gentle swing of Brooke's luscious ass too enticing for me to interrupt." Stephen would soon feel what it would be like to have his cock sheathed in her intestines. She would learn the pleasure of sodomy.

All of them seemed as aroused as Brooke was. She couldn't even guess where tonight would go, the men so demanding in their perversions. Brooke felt like she was a member of the family as the men gathered around to walk her to the dining room. She was surprised when she went in, Gino standing up when the ladies entered. He wasn't dressed in jeans, but a nice pair of slacks and pullover that clung to every muscle in his body.

"I want to thank you for inviting me to dinner," Gino said to Hannah.

"It's nice to have you again, Gino," Michael chimed in. "Everyone have a seat, Charles is ready to serve."

Dinner was the most sumptuous fillet mignon she had ever tasted. It melted in her mouth like butter. She savored every mouthful. Desert was a Crème Brule, Brooke never tasting any food so decadent. The five of them talked during dinner, first about Keith and what he was doing in England, Michael speaking so highly of all that he was accomplishing, then Hannah changing the subject to how important it is for a highly successful man to have a wife that could fit in. Brooke was surprised at how intelligent and informed Gino was. Not what she would have expected.

"A woman can do more for a man's career, good or bad, than he can himself. That is why Michael loves me so much." Hannah was proud of her role in Michael's career and family.

"Bad?" Brooke asked.

"Yes, it can change in a heartbeat. She has to walk the fine line of pleasing her husband and also his boss. The slightest hesitation and she can ruin his career. It's important that she realizes her place and the sacrifices she must make for him." Stephen had seen too many of his promising executives forced out by a wives' sudden reluctance.

"Would her husband know?" She didn't know how Keith would react if he found out she sucked and fucked Stephen, his bosses, boss.

"He will understand his wife's sacrifices. Many come to embrace it." Michael spoke with experience, enjoying watching his father put Hannah through her paces. Hannah enjoyed it, also, her husband stroking his cock as Hannah kneeled on the bed submissively, sucking Stephen's cock until it was hard enough to fuck her with it. She only wished that they would both take her, but Michael drew the line at that, preferring not to be in direct competition with his father. After all, he was, also, his boss.

First Brooke would have to show Keith what she had learned then maybe she could tell him how she learned it.

"Excuse me, but I have something to take care of." Hannah got up from the table. "I think Brooke will keep you entertained." Hannah left them, leaving Brooke alone to service the men tonight, especially Michael.

Stephen smiled at Brooke. "Let's adjourn to my study." They left Charles as he cleared the last of the dishes from the table.

Brooke's heart was racing so hard that she thought she would have a heart attack. Hannah left her with these three virile men, and she knew that she would experience for the first time satisfying three men, just not sure how it would play out. The door closed behind him as they entered Stephen's study.

"Would you like some?" Michael opened up the silver case of cocaine.

"No, thank you. I want to know everything that is happening tonight." Her body was still heated, a warmth deep in her belly that spread to between her legs. She felt that strange arousal that Stephen had been the only man that could quench her insatiable lust. She suddenly changed her mind when she saw the way the men were looking at her and the bulges in their pants. "Yes, maybe yes."

"That's good, though I think we will need these just to make sure you don't change your mind at the last minute." Stephen dangled a pair of shiny, silver handcuffs. "I do love a woman that is bound. It makes my cock so hard." His hand went to his crotch, Brooke's eyes following every movement.

She sniffed up a row of the white powder, the drug racing instantly to her brain. The warmth in her belly was now heated between her legs. She could feel her juices soaking her panties when she saw the handcuffs, almost able to feel them wrapped around her wrists, holding her hands shackled together like a prisoner that was about to be taken for the warden's pleasure. She didn't hesitate to put her wrists out in front of her, her body trembling as she felt the cold metal slap around each wrist with a sharp click as they shut tight.

The silver looked nice as they snapped around her thin wrists, the chain connecting them short. Stephen pushed her hands down as Michael slid behind her. Gino watched from a chair.

Her nipples rose to the occasion, jutting out, hard and sensitive, the minute the cuffs pinned her wrists together. She was surprised that they were erect in the dining room, but she could never fathom would they would do to her. The rich had such jaded lusts and strange perversions. Brooke could only submit. She felt two men pressing up against her, feeling two erections poking her provocatively, Brooke knowing that she would have to satisfy both of them, though not sure if one at a time or would they submit her to greater depravity and take her both at once. She no longer had time to think, for the men had become more demanding, Michael's hands slipping under her top until she felt his strong hands slide up and cradle her naked breasts, his fingers already plucking at her nipples. He pinched her nipples hard, but all they did was grow more excited, the pain quickly turning to pleasure as his hands manhandled her lovely breasts.

"Let me see them, Michael." Stephen watched as Michael yanked up her blouse until both of her young, ripe tits were revealed, his red fingerprints already showing up where he had crushed the white flesh too hard.

Michael put his fist in the small of her back until she arched her back erotically, her firm breasts naked and pointed at Stephen. "Show them off, Brooke, they are too lovely to leave covered." Michael could already seen a faint, shameful flush on her body as he began to strip her naked.

Brooke stood with her bound hands below her waist as she arched her back until her breasts were pushed out brazenly in front of her. Michael released them, but Stephen took over where he left off, his fingers clamping on the swollen tips and twisting and turning them as he stretched them obscenely. No matter how much she arched her back, he continued to yank her breast by her nipples until they were stretched into tight cones, her nipples over two inches long. It felt like they were trapped in a metal vise, Stephen's fingers refusing to release them.

She bit her lip, but barely a whimper came out of her mouth as he harshly treated her breasts. He finally released them, not surprised to see them much bigger and redder. He bent over one breast, his mouth searching out the turgid nipple and sucking it in his mouth as his teeth bit just behind the nipple, trapping the flesh of her areola. His tongue slashed it as he used his powerful suction to draw it deep into his mouth. He worked on one and then the other until both nipples glistened with his spit and the nipples stuck out so far that it looked as though they were begging for attention.

Her nipples were cooled by the air as they stood out, wet and hard. The coke was affecting her, her head buzzing, the sexual tension exciting her. She was pushed down onto the floor, kneeling submissively, her hands bound in front of her. Would they make me suck their cocks? All of them? Gino stood up, three men standing over her, all of them sporting large erections. She licked her lips, getting them wet for what she expected she would have to do.

"Kneel on all fours, Brooke." It was Michael that was talking to her. He pushed on the back of her head, his other hand on her back, as she began to move. Her bound hands were together in front of her as she did as she was told

She felt hands on her hips, not sure whose, but they were demanding, raising her up until her ass was shoved up into the air as if asking to be fucked from behind. Or worse. She felt her top being pulled off her by force, the sheer garment tearing in Michael's hands, her naked breasts hanging freely below her. She knew what was next, the short skirt doing little to cover her in the doggy position. It was stripped from her by Gino in seconds, leaving her naked except for a pair of panties that Stephen made sure were always a size to small, the silk panties clinging to every curve, crack and ridge in her sex. She felt tiny, wet love kisses on her naked thighs, feeling the stubble of a man's beard rubbing her tender thighs like sandpaper. She wasn't surprised when she felt hands nudging her thighs apart and the familiar ring of the words.

"Spread your legs, Brooke." It was an order, not a question, Gino's voice demanding.

She spread her legs until she felt the hands release her thighs, return to caress her buttocks. She knew better than to resist, fighting the urges in her buttocks as they tried to contract on the hands. The hands gripped her flesh tight, clenching into her buttocks, feeling her crack pulled apart as the strong fingers dug into her skin.

"Take off her panties."

It was Michael's voice with urgency in it, but it was Gino's hands that stripped her panties down her legs unceremoniously, Brooke forced to close her legs until she felt her panties slipped off her feet. The hands moved up the inside of her calves, forcing out her legs until she complied, but this time she could feel Gino's hot breath blowing on her cheeks and her sex from behind, knowing that she must be giving him such an intimate look of her body. More intimate than even her husband had seen. More intimate than any man had seen. "AAAHHH," she cried out when she felt his wet lips on her buttocks, tiny kisses on her cheeks as his strong fingers dug into her cheeks. Her muscles contracted tightly against the strong fingers, but the kisses finally sapped her willpower, weakened by the drugs, his fingers winning the fight. She felt her buttocks peeled apart, the lips coming closer to the dark, forbidden hole nested between her cheeks. "EEEEEHHH," her subjugation becoming more acute as she felt the hot, wet tongue leaving a wet trail along her cheeks. She could feel his hot breath blowing shamefully on her exposed anus, afraid that his tongue would soon attack her forbidden hole. Afraid she would grow aroused as she did the last time a tongue rimmed her backside. It was so humiliating to have a man lick her there, but the act of her submission made her so excited, forced to kneel as the tongue worked away inside her rectum.

Gino inhaled her strong arousal, her hips moving delicately as if she were trying to hide her growing arousal. He teased between her cheeks, his tongue dipping into the crack but stopping short of licking her ass hole. That would be later, letting her feel the surrender, and then Michael would press up against her virgin hole. His head dipped lower, finding her pussy wet with her juices, her lips parting as soon as his tongue worked between her legs. Her ass arched up higher in servitude, her legs spreading wider as his tongue began to work her pussy into an erotic lather.

Stephen went to work on her hanging tits, his fingers kneading the hardened points, squeezing harder as she moved, the lovely tits dancing in his hands.

It felt strange, yet exciting. She was in the study, naked and kneeling like an errant slave girl. Her pussy burned with desire, his mouth and tongue igniting her pent-up lust, needing something substantial inside her. She looked down at her handcuffed wrists, tugging on them until she could feel them tighten on her wrists. It only made her pussy wetter. How could being made helpless increase my arousal?

"A nice, white, virgin ass, ripe for my cock!" Michael chortled, his voice heavy with his lust.

Brooke suddenly realized the horrific implications of the words. "No, not that, not there," she cried out in panic, but Gino's mouth was back playing with her kneeling body, his demanding hands running all over her soft flesh, his fingers digging into the meat of her buttocks. His wet lips dropped down behind her, starting at her back as the wet tongue slid along until it found her crack, his fingers pressing it wide open. Stephen moved in front of her, holding her down on all fours.

Gino held back, teasing her until she was ready to take Michael's cock into the tight ring of the young bride's lovely brown anus. Michael would have her first, his cock between the soft moons of her cheeks. Gino would have her next. While not a virgin, she would still be tight, especially having to take a cock as big as his inside her tiny hole. He went back to kissing her ass cheeks, moving closer and closer with his tongue to her tight, brown anus. His thumbs kept her cheeks spread submissively. He held her hips pinned while he had his way with her.

Brooke tried to fight them, but there were too many. Stephen was holding her down, the handcuffs pinning her wrists, but Gino changed, not harsh, his mouth gentle and almost caressing on her ass. It caught her off guard—the drugs, the bondage, the demanding men, all of it overpowering her senses. It would be different if she was being raped, but she wasn't prepared for the pleasure. She tried to fight the fingers that kept her cheeks spread, her anus open to their eyes and Gino's tongue, but her inner thigh muscles tired, and she was forced to relax, surrendering.

Gino watched as her muscles relented, her cheeks opened, the soft lips of her pussy parting, revealing the moisture glistening on her pink lips. His fingers continued to exert pressure until the cheeks of her buttocks spread wider and wider apart, her hairless anal ring beginning to open under his insistent fingers. His tongue went back to work on the young girl, sliding from the top of her crack, slowly drawing down the crease until it reached her anus. He paused, the tip of his tongue fluttered over the tiny hole until he could feel her uncontrollable spasms. He ran his tongue around it, each time moving closer to the center of her anus, drawing his tongue into a point that began to put pressure on the tight, virgin anal ring. He could feel the muscles resisting, but he was relentless, his wet tongue rimming her tart, little ass hole.

Brooke shook her head in shame, hearing Gino's sucking noisily behind her, the others watching as his tongue touched her in such a shameful place. Even as she protested what he was doing, her buttocks wiggled shamelessly back and forth as the wet tongue tried to force its way inside her resisting anus. His hands held her so she couldn't get away, trapped by the men as Gino ravished her behind. "EEEEWWW," she cried out when his tongue deserted her anus but moved lower, his snake-like tongue dipping into the soft folds of her pussy. Her muscles shook in involuntary spasms, the tongue licking and sucking at her sex as she shook her hips in passion. The juices flowed freely from her sex; Gino lewdly licked her until she could feel her moisture dripping down her thighs. She almost wished she had a prick in her mouth to suck.

A hand touching the side of her face brought her back to the reality of three men in the room, her face turned to the side until she was confronted by the smooth, slick head of Stephen's prick. She licked her lips in anticipation, remembering the taste of his prick in her mouth. She didn't have time for anything else, the head of his prick forcing her parted lips to open wide until the smooth dome of his prick was nestled tightly between her lips and in her mouth.

He tapped her face. "Suck my cock, Brooke." He began to thrust his hips, her lips slipping tightly around the shaft of his cock as he fed her more into her hot mouth. Her tongue went to work, teasing his prick, touching all the right places. She certainly learned her lessons well.

Gino moved out of the way, as Michael replaced him behind her. He was naked, kneeling between the girl's legs. "She is all yours, Michael."

Michael fisted his cock with one hand, pulling her cheeks apart until he could place his cock between the narrow, white crevice of her buttocks. His hands folded the flesh of her cheeks over his cock like a second skin. He began to grind his cock slowly between her cheeks, the dark, red head of his cock popping in and out from between her cheeks as he felt the delightful contractions of her muscles each time his head rode over her exposed anus.

She tried to protest when she felt a prick between her cheeks, but her mouth was filled with Stephen's thick prick. She fought the drugs and the perverse craving between her legs, but she only impaled her mouth deeper onto the long shaft of Stephen's prick until she thought she would choke. She could only concentrate on one thing at a time, hoping that she could make Stephen cum before she had to contend with Michael's demanding prick in her backside.

"You better take your cock out of her mouth until I get inside her. She might bite it off." Michael was ready to penetrate the young bride's virgin ass hole. "Hold her down; she might get a little violent when I breach her." Michael was ready.

The prick was out of her mouth, but she was pushed down until her face was on the carpet, Gino holding her pinned helplessly to the floor. The tongue excited her, even when it licked her anus, but this would be different. It was inhuman for him to slip his prick up her backside, into a hole that was not built to take anything that big or that deep. Of all the things that they had done to her, this was the most perverted. She felt a tongue touching her again, Michael's tongue searching out her anus. It began to lick up and down her crease, paying special attention to her anus, Brooke unable to stop her body from reacting as it did before, hopelessly surrendering. Her buttocks parted, the juices automatically flowing from her pussy.

Michael's mouth released her, kneeling behind her, as he placed the blood-filled head of his cock back between her cheeks and over the tiny anus. He pushed until he felt the first give of the elastic opening, the puckered ring flexing open like a mouth. His cock throbbed for relief that only his cock sheathed in her hot, tight ass hole could satisfy.

"Kneel up higher, Brooke. Get that cute, virgin ass high up in the air." He wanted the final subjugation of the young bride's naked body,

Brooke hesitated, but Michael's hands were insistent, jerking her hips up high, making them wave in open invitation to the perverse act that he was about to commit on her innocent body. The other men watched her humiliation, Brooke feeling the hot flesh of his prick pressed against her throbbing anus. It was huge, gasping in surprise when she felt it on her anus. She could never take it in that hole; it was inhuman, it would split her up the middle. She tried to jerk away, but Gino held her tighter, pinned to the floor with her ass shoved up obediently.

Stephen looked back to see the white ass kneeling up submissively, open for all to see. "What a hairless, little pucker, begging for a big cock to split it open." He couldn't wait to take the girl in the ass, the ultimate humiliation for her to suffer.

Gino got a better grip as she fought him, Brooke spread wide and helpless before Michael, the pressure growing as Michael flexed his hips, the smooth head of his prick feeling like a giant rock was trying to enter her. "OOHHH," she cried out as the head of his prick began to spread her anal ring open like a rubber band, the slow, gradual penetration even more painful, her body rigid, expecting to be pierced any moment.

His cock bent when he tried to enter her, pulling back. He picked up a small vial of oil, lubricating his finger. Her buttocks quivered when she felt his finger running over the tight hole, wetting it until it grew slick and shiny. "Hold her, Gino." With that simple comment, he flicked his finger into her tight hole, feeling the ring spread open around his thick, slick finger. He pushed deeper as Gino shoved her back onto his finger until he felt her rectal muscles fighting the intrusion.

"NNNNoooo," she cried out in shame when a finger entered her. Her muscles were unable to stop the slick finger from shoving inside her, her buttocks clenching as the thick finger spread her open. It was the first time that something that big had entered her backside, only a tongue before it. It didn't hurt, just a humiliating fullness as her elastic insides were forced to spread open to the cruel invader. Gino was forcing her back onto the finger, Michael twisting and turning it as it pushed against her reluctant muscles. She could only imagine how it would feel when it was his prick that was pushed inside her. It would split her up the middle, but the men were determined to satisfy their lust in her rectum and they were too strong for her to resist.

Michael felt the hot, elastic passage clinging to his finger as his middle finger drove deep between her cheeks and into her ass hole. He twisted and turned his finger, making her feel the thick knuckle open her up for something much bigger, his cock bristling to be sheathed in her hot ass. He stared down at her ass ring, the tight, brown hole clinging to his finger as he twisted back and forth inside her. He gave her a hard shove with his finger, burying it all the way to his knuckles, her body almost standing up as he pulled her up by her ass hole. "What a nice, tight ass hole. It's a sin that she was never sodomized before."

It hurt and felt good, all at the same time, her drugged mind refusing to accept the reality of the situation. It felt like a stick was shoved up her guts, pulling and pushing against her stretched anal ring until she was forced high up into the air, her ass hole pierced by his stabbing finger inside her. The finger moved inside her like a small animal, touching her in all the places that had never been touched before. It drilled deep into her rectum, preparing her for something much bigger, lubricating her clenched anus. "EEEEHHH," a second finger joined the first, her ring feeling as if it was tearing as two thick knuckles forced her reluctant anal muscles to stretch around the fingers. They dug deep into her rectum, feeling them spread open until her elastic walls threatened to tear.

Her muscles finally tired of fighting, his slick fingers sliding in and out with ease, her anal ring pulled out when his fingers retreated, pushed back into her body when he penetrated her again. Michael couldn't wait any longer, his cock dancing in front of him as he eyed the virgin ass hole split by his fingers. He pulled his fingers reluctantly out of her ass hole, watching the tiny hole stay open for seconds, the dark, mysterious passage slowly snapping shut, the pink folds of her anus now red from rapid fingering.

She felt relief when his fingers left her, but her muscles continued to contract on the unseen fingers long after they left her. She felt him moving back behind her, his hands spreading her legs wider as Gino forced her ass back up to wave submissively before Michael. Strong fingers pulled her cheeks apart, and then she felt the hard, warm, rubbery head of his prick placed between her cheeks and pushed against her hairless anus. He had oiled it, sliding it back and forth over her anus until it was slick. She knew her muscles wouldn't be able to fight off the oiled, bulbous head. She held her breath as his hips wedged his prick into the crevice of her split buttocks, and she felt the pressure as it began to stretch her anal ring around the smooth, slick head of his prick. Hands held her kneeling in subjugation as the pressure grew into a fiery pain as her anal ring stretched so wide she thought it would tear. She prayed through tear-stained eyes for relief, but Michael was beyond remorse. "PPPLeeasse, AAAGGHHHH," she yelled out in painful agony as the head of his prick forced open her anal ring and snapped tight around the inflated head and trapped it inside her rectum. It felt like a giant rock was inside her, stretching her.

Gino grabbed her tighter when she screamed; her quivering hips shaking as she tried to evade the ravishment of her naked buttocks. His cock jumped in pleasure as she screamed as Michael took her anal virginity.

She tried to escape the thick prick that pinned her, but her squirming body only abetted in wedging his slick prick deeper into her tortured rectum. She was hopelessly impaled on his prick and there was no escape from the continuing agony. It stretched her too wide, the thick head jerking in unexpected pleasure inside her rectum. Michael pushed another inch of prick inside her, her elastic passage stretched by the torturous hardness of prick. She felt his prick vibrating inside her, groaning in submission as she tried to relax her muscles, knowing instinctively that he could cause serious damage unless she relented to the cruel sodomy. Another inch of prick filled her, Brooke feeling a strange fullness as her guts were forced around the cruel flesh of his prick. Michael's hips moved from side to side, working her open with a circular motion, corkscrewing her as he penetrated her deeper. She felt strange feelings radiate from deep inside her rectum all the way to her anal ring, stretched taut around the shaft as he began to ride his prick in and out with loud grunts of exertion. "GGGGLLL," she cried as her ass swallowed another inch of his prick, pulling out then pushing back in, each time driving deeper into her guts, each time feeling it would come out her mouth. She couldn't remember how long Michael's prick was, each time she thought it was all the way in, each time another inch of prick split her rectum open. She felt painful cramps in her belly when his prick pushed against a bend in her intestines, but her quivering muscles only made his prick dance erotically inside her.

Michael watched with childlike glee as his cock was slowly swallowed up into her virgin ass hole. Her anal ring was red and abused, drawn tight around the shaft of his cock, his thick, pulsating veins pushing her open wider as he fed inch after inch into her virgin ass hole. Her muscles clamped deliciously onto his cock, clenching and unclenching in erotic delight, her hot insides covering his cock in a blanket of her guts. Her grunts each time he violated her made his cock dance inside her intestines, pushing hard against the soft walls. His hips became more urgent, rhythmically fucking in and out of the soft depths of her ass hole, thrusting his inflamed head into the tightness of her rectum until his belly slapped hard against her spread buttocks. He was all the way inside her, his cock jerking in uncontrollable pleasure as her insides milked him. He pressed with his muscles until he could make his cock jerk in her guts. He was rewarded with her clenching muscles. Again, he flexed his cock inside her, feeling the head push against the walls of her ass hole deep inside her. Her contractions felt like fingers racing up and down his shaft.

Brooke felt the wiry hairs of his balls tickling her ass cheeks. She couldn't believe it, but all of his long prick was buried to the hilt inside her. Hands held her hips still as she felt his prick flexing inside her, pushing hard against the soft walls of her ass with each jerk of his organ. It felt like a giant baseball bat that filled her soft tube, but this one was alive and throbbing. She heard Michael grunt behind her as he pulled his prick from her ass, inch after inch of flesh, feeling as if he was dragging her guts out behind it.

Michael couldn't wait any longer, his hips drawing his cock from her ass hole, the pink rim of her anal ring stretching out as it slid over the shaft of his cock until it threatened to pull free when the thick ridge of his helmet tugged at the tight sphincter ring. He plunged back in, but it took him three times before he could bury it all inside her, her muscles fighting every inch of cock that he fed her. "God, such a tight ass hole. Hot and tight." Michael cried out in ecstasy.

Brooke began to sob in shame as Michael grunted behind her naked, kneeling body, shoving his prick deep into the depths of her body. He was degrading her, using her in such a perverted manner, debauching her with his prick. She never felt so used, not even sucking their pricks was as demeaning as being taken from behind like an animal, her buttocks split by his organ, subject to this indecent sodomizing of her rectum. The others watched her, all of them waiting for their turn inside her rectum. She had to end this humiliating act, and the only way it would end is if he shot his cum deep into her belly. She did what she had to. She began to move back onto the forward thrust of Michael's prick. Her fingers clenched on the floor as she took the powerful thrust of his prick, feeling it grind and surge inside her tight ass. She rolled her hips, feeling Michael's hands relax as he let her move. She didn't know how, but she had to relieve the terrible pressure of the thick man meat that filled her guts. She tried to relax her muscles as much as she could, while still protecting herself from the powerful lunges of his prick that filled her until it felt like she would explode inside. She pushed out with her muscles, her mind concentrating on all of the feelings that the head of his prick generated in her ass. She could feel the thick ridge of the helmet, almost like wings pushing out the right side of her rectum, then the other side pressing hard against the left side of her rectal muscles. The shaft of his prick was sliding through her ass ring, Brooke feeling every bump, ridge and vein that passed through her tightly stretched ring. It pushed deeper inside her, the thick helmet stretching her as the shaft filled in behind it. It bottomed out in her guts, Brooke feeling a strange, lustful fullness invade her. It was different than a cock in her pussy, tighter, hotter. She hated what Michael was doing to her but she felt a perverse thrill race through her body as she kneeled like an errant slave, sodomized for her Master's pleasure, his cock alive in her guts.

"You can let her go, Gino. She's hot and ready to ass fuck back." Michael felt Brooke begin to move beneath him, her hips moving experimentally on his cock, the dry walls of her ass hole caressing the shaft of his cock.

Gino released her, but Brooke was too concerned about the lewd thrills she was feeling in her rectum. Michael stopped thrusting, but Brooke took over, arching her ass up as she pushed back to let the prick fill her once again. She pulled back, feeling the wings of his helmet spread wide her sphincter ring until she thought it would tear. It almost felt like a prolonged bowel movement, the relief as her insides shrunk around the retreating prick. She pushed back, feeling the thick head spreading her inside once again, painful, but the fullness, also, excited her. She swiveled her hips as she felt the head sink into the deepest parts of her bowels, pressing hard against her organs until her stomach cramped around the sodomizing prick that split her cheeks. She began to clench her muscles as she pulled her ass off his cock, relaxing them as she pushed back down, trying to take it as deep as she could as it filled her guts. She couldn't believe it, but she was being ass fucked and liking it. The shame of that knowledge was worse than the act.

Michael watched as the young bride began to ass fuck him. Her blonde hair shook back and forth, the hollow of her back arched up high, while her buttocks contracted as she worked on his prick with her inner muscles. She squirmed lewdly, her ass cheeks sliced by his cock, watching as his cock appeared and disappeared through the tight, brown hole. He felt the terrible ache in his balls, needing to cum in the young virgin's asshole soon. He began to fuck her, making her take the full measure of his cock with each thrust, holding her as his belly slapped lewdly against her buttocks, pulling her back onto his sodomizing cock. He needed to take her hard, a sadistic desire rippling through him as he jolted her with searing thrusts up her stretched asshole. He felt the tightness of her anal passage expanding around his cock as he filled her with punishing strokes.

Brooke shook from the punishing prick that filled her rectum, but she felt the shame of realization that the painful sodomy had turned from pain to pleasure, her insides welcoming the thick prick that spread her open from the inside. It felt like he was burning up her insides as his hips moved with such frenzy. She bucked and groaned with Michael, pushing back, encouraging him to take her harder and deeper. When she thought it couldn't get any more depraved, Stephen's hand lifted up her chin until she was staring at his prick. For a girl that could barely let her husband see her naked, she had been introduced to group sex by men that controlled her husband's destiny. They were subjecting her to the worst perversions that she had ever imagined, forced to submit to the humiliation, and all she could do was grow excited. She opened her mouth and accepted his prick into her mouth, his hands guiding her head as she began to bob rhythmically up and down as the familiar taste of his cum filled her mouth once again. Gino joined in, his fingers finding her nipples hanging down, hard and pointed, his fingers twisting and turning them until the blood surged to the tips and made them thick. His other hand slid through her bush, tearing at her delicate blonde hairs, until his fingers found her pussy, dripping wet, a puddle beneath her. Two fingers slid inside her pussy, stretching her until she spread her legs wider to accommodate all that filled her. Three men were sexually working her over as the pleasure raced through her nude body.

Michael couldn't contain his lust any longer, shoving so hard that he almost tore her anal ring, shoving deep inside her until his body stiffened deep in her guts. He pulled her up onto him as he shuddered, his hot, thick cum jetting to fill her rectum with wave after wave of his juices.

As Brooke sucked and rode the fingers inside her, she felt Michael swell inside her ass hole, stretching her wider as his body shook and shuddered. His cock was in so deep that it felt like he was going to burst out of her belly. Then she felt it. Like nothing she ever felt before, her intestines joyfully receiving gallons of hot cum as Michael came inside her. It filled her guts, powerful jets shooting out inside her, his cock moving back and forth on her flooded ass hole as he continued to fuck her while he came repeatedly. Finally, Michael pulled his cock from her ass hole, though it was her muscles that eventually forced it out. She felt his cum leaking out, wet and sore inside, no longer a virgin. Stephen pulled his cock from her mouth, Brooke hating to let it leave before she could taste his sperm.

"I want her ass now," Stephen's spit drenched cock, ready for action in the young bride's ass hole.

They had utterly degraded her, Brooke having nothing more to lose, all of her virgin holes breached by their cocks. "Fuck me any way you want," she heard her voice saying, her mind still clouded with the drugs and her humiliation. She felt Stephen slip behind her, raising up her ass, spreading her legs wider as she felt his slick cock pushed against her ravaged anus.

"Suck this," Gino standing in front of her, lifting up her chin, his thick cock breaching her lips before she could even open her mouth on her own. He plunged into the hot depths of her mouth, remembering the first night when he crept into her bed and forced his cock into her reluctant mouth while she was drugged. This time, it was different, her tongue already going to work on his cock. Her head shot up, when Stephen fucked his cock into her ass hole, but her tongue never stopped working.

It hurt when the second prick slid up her sore ass, but she contracted her muscles on the thick prick, her tongue working on the prick in her mouth as her head bobbed up and down. Gino's prick was too big, but his hands held her head submissively still, his hips rocking his prick back and forth in her mouth. Hands slid under her body to find her clit and stroke and pinch it until it stood out like a miniature prick. The two pricks hammered into her body, but they held off cumming until Michael had brought her to a fever pitch. Only when her body succumbed to his magic hands and came profusely did the men take their pleasure with her, both of them shooting off simultaneously off inside her orifices. Her mouth and guts were filled with gallons of man juice until her belly was swollen with their sperm.





CHAPTER 10



Modeling for Profits



For the next week, the men took her in all her holes. Her pussy, her mouth and her rectum, Brooke fucked and sucked for the men's pleasure, but she couldn't deny the pleasure they gave her. Keith was to be home in two days, their house still not ready, though Brooke wasn't sure that they were deliberately taking their time so they could enjoy her body.

Hannah caught her in the hallway. "How are you Brooke? Excited about Keith coming home soon?"

Brooke had mixed feelings about Keith coming home. She missed him, but so much had happened since he left and she was a different person now, a woman, an experienced woman. She didn't know how much she should tell him and how much she should just let him learn on his own in bed with her. She loved him more than before, but she wasn't sure she wanted to give up what she had experienced in the last two weeks. Could I ever be satisfied by only one man? "Yes, I can't wait," she lied. "How is our house doing?"

"I am told it will be ready on Tuesday. Keith will be back on Sunday, but he can stay here until it is ready. I know Michael is anxious to talk to him about his trip. Keith came up with some exciting new ideas that Michael wants to put into action at the factories here. I hope you don't mind a little business as soon as he gets back."

"No, you've been so kind to me. We can be alone when we get into our house."

"I was wondering if you would like to do some work for the company? I know it's difficult to make ends meet when you first start out."

Brooke was almost afraid to ask what it was. "Yes, we do need some new furniture."

"We have a couple of buyers coming in tomorrow from the city. They represent one of the larger Manhattan store and they are interest in our clothes. It was short notice so I don't have anyone to model the clothes. You do have a spectacular body and our silk fits you exceptionally well. There would be at least two hundred dollars in it for you, maybe more, depending on how successful Michael is selling our clothes to them."

"What would I have to do?"

"Nothing that you haven't done yet? Model our lingerie and nightgowns. Let them see how well it fits you. Help Michael sell them on our clothes."

It would be nice to show Keith that she made some money while he was gone, still scared about what would happen when he came back. She hesitated for only a minute. Her inhibitions seemed to have disappeared, a lingering lust between her legs, even when she didn't have any drugs. She was proud of the way that her body made men excited. Not even the things they did to her any longer seemed as shameful as they were the first time. "Okay," she made her decision.

"Good, I have just the things for you. It's in our showroom at the other end of the house. I don't think you ever saw it. I'll get you around seven tomorrow. I can help fix your hair and get you ready. You're going to do great. I know it." Hannah left her. She would make sure the men would leave her alone too. She can use her talent with the buyers.



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Brooke was a little nervous, with the buyers, Keith also coming home tomorrow but by time Hannah came to her room and helped her with her makeup, and hair she was calmer. The coke didn't hurt, her head buzzing from the drugs. She tried not to look at the clothes she would model, most of them small and skimpy but the desire was back in her, spurring her on.

"Michael will get you in about an hour. I have some things to take care of first. Good luck," she gave her a peck on her cheek.

Keith was glad to get home a day early, but it was strange that Michael asked him not to say anything to Brooke. To surprise her, he said. Their phone calls had been hard, Keith feeling guilty about being with Lizzy and Brooke seemed a little distant. Still, he couldn't wait to see her and make love to her.

Michael and Hannah picked him up at the airport. Keith had never met Hannah, but he couldn't take his eyes off of her. She was so sophisticated and beautiful, long legs encased in silk stockings, high heels that clicked on the floor as they left the airport terminal, but it was the hypnotizing sway of her ass that he loved. It was shameful in front of her husband, but he couldn't help growing aroused. Especially the way she smiled back at him seductively or was he just so horny that he was imagining it?

Hannah sat in the front seat, Keith in the back, but that didn't stop her from showing a lot of leg and Keith's eyes never strayed far from her legs. Elizabeth had told Hannah about what happened in their flat; in fact it was Hannah's suggestion that prompted it. Elizabeth was always willing to go the extra mile for the company. Hannah let Michael do most of the talking on the way home; she would get him alone as soon as there. Then she would see how willing he was to advance his career. Michael was building his ego as he talked, complimenting on his abilities and accomplishment in London and what he could do for the company in the future. He also made sure that he knew how much Michael appreciated his wife and how well she was doing in advancing his career and statue in the company.

"You are lucky to have such a dedicated wife, Keith. She would do anything to advance your career. She is so sophisticated, able to fit in with such ease." Michael built up Brooke at the same time. Soon he would learn the truth of his wife and hopefully, he would be able to accept it.

"Yes, its not often I see such a young girl that can grasp the intricacies of business relationships as Brooke did. She is able to see the results that sacrifices early on will bring in the future." Hannah stepped in with her praise as they neared the house. She would be waiting for Michael, leaving her alone with Keith.

They got out of the car, Keith seeing the house, so big and overpowering in its presence.

"I have some things to attend to, but Hannah will show you to your room. We have some buyers visiting in a short time and I would like you to see how we close a sale. They are from the city and are very influential. If they buy, many others will follow their lead. There is nothing that we will not do to close this deal."

Hannah exaggerated the sway of her ass as they walked to Michael's room. She opened the door and couldn't fail to notice his bulging pants, though Elizabeth had already told her of his inadequate size. "In here," she opened the door so Keith could see the room.

If was like a grand hotel room that heads of state would have. A large four-poster bed graced the center, twin doors opened to the wide expanse of the finely manicured lawns, though it wads already getting dark. "Have a seat, Keith, so we may talk." She sat down in the chair; a small intimate table with only one other chair which Keith took. She crossed her legs slowly, the soft swish of her stockings drawing Keith's attention to her legs. Her short skirt rode up high and she made no attempt to pull it down. Keith stared blatantly at her legs. "Michael likes you Keith. I hope I will also as soon as we get to know each other better. As I did with Brooke."

"Yes, that would be nice, Hannah." He would rather get into her panties, but that was taboo.

Hannah opened her purse and took out the silver case. She opened it, the bottle of coke, mirror and silver straw laid out on the desk. She looked at Michael, seeing a surprised look on his face. "Sorry, I thought Lizzy said you like coke."

He didn't know what to say. What else did Lizzy tell her? "It was marijuana. I'm sorry, it was a mistake when I tried it in London," trying to figure out where he stood.

"Didn't you like it?"

"Yes," he admitted.

"Then you'll love coke. We can do some now. Michael and I use it often. I find that it makes me extremely amorous. Did the marijuana make you that way?" She began to spread out the coke, taking a razor to bust up the clumps until she had four neat lines drawn on the mirror.

"Yes, it is sexually stimulating," Keith still uncomfortable having this conversation with his bosses wife, but her stockings swished again as her skirt slid up higher until he could see the silk garter belt.

"Lizzy said it was more then that. I understand that you and her boyfriend both took her at once. You in her mouth. Did you have to tie her up first?"

His mouth was dry, his mind confused as to what was happening.

"Do a line; it will make you feel better." She pushed the mirror over to him.

He was almost thankful to do the coke; at least he wouldn't have to answer his questions. He wasn't sure what to do or say.

"Hold one nostril closed and put the straw to the other and suck up a line of coke."

He snorted up the line, holding one nostril as he sucked the coke in the other. It raced to his brain, his eyes tearing for a moment until the drugs exploded in his head. It was much more then the joints he had smoked. It felt like his head was exploding in brightly colored lights but it was the feelings that raced to his cock that surprised him.

"Do the next line in the other nostril."

He didn't hesitate, the coke feeling too good. He couldn't believe the euphoria he felt when he finished or how hard his cock felt.

Hannah sucked up the other two lines before she said anything again. "You never answered me, Keith. Did you tie up Lizzy and make her suck your cock?"

He was starting to feel braver, or was it just hornier. "No, she sucked it willingly."

"Does Brooke suck your cock?"

"No, she never did." He could imagine Brooke on her knees, his cock splitting her beautiful lips. He never thought of tying up a girl. The image of Brooke kneeling submissively, her arms bound behind her back, Keith forcing his cock between her lips until she sucked him. Forcing her to perform for him. He grew more excited and braver.

"Maybe she needs to be bound so she no longer has a choice. Forced to do your sexual bidding. Some girls like that."

He could see his eyes sparkling. There was more then a passing interest. "Would you like to tie me up, Keith? Force me to suck your cock."

"Now?" It never occurred to him that he should walk away from his boss's wife. The coke took away all of his inhibitions.

"We have time, Keith." She opened her purse and took out a pair of leather cuffs, a silver chain securing the two of them together. "Will this work, Keith?"

His mind was racing with sexual turmoil, but all of his decisions were being made by his cock. He had never seen leather cuffs like that before. He looked at her mouth, painted with a red lipstick, soft lips that would wrap so nicely around his cock. "Yes, that will work." He stood up just as she did.

She stood before him. "Would you like me to strip to my waist? So you can play with my naked breasts while you force me to suck your cock?"

"Yes, but I'll do it." He turned her around, his hand on the zipper of her dress, the soft whisper of the zipper filling the quiet room. Her naked back was revealed, but his hands were already unclipping her bra before he could even push the dress down. His hand slid over her naked flesh, finally pushing the dress down over her arms. He looked over her shoulder, staring lustily at her naked breasts. He became braver, more secure in what he was going to do. "Put your hands behind your back."

She obeyed without question, liking the way he was taking charge. She felt the familiar snap of the leather cuffs being secured around her wrists, her pussy getting instantly wet as if she were mentally conditioned. She waited for him, but it didn't take long until his hands were on her shoulders, Hannah kneeling submissively as he walked in front of her.

"You'll suck my cock," he ordered her.

She would have done it anyway, but she liked the game. "Please, don't make me," Keith already slipping his pants and shorts down until they hung around his ankles. His cock wasn't very formidable, but it would still fill her mouth.

He grabbed her and pulled her forward, one hand grabbing his cock, smearing the head across her cheek and to her mouth. She clasped her lips tight, but he didn't care, rubbing the head over her lips. She wished she could open her mouth and lick off the trail of cum on her lips, but she continued to play the game.

He had traces of red lipstick on his cock, her tightly clenched lips painted with the juices that leaked from his cock. He couldn't believe his luck, the second time in less than a week that a woman was going to suck his cock. He pushed one finger into the corner of her mouth, forcing her lips to part until he could squeezed the head of his cock between them. "Take my cock in your mouth." He reached down and pinched one of her nipples, her mouth opening up in unexpected pain, slipping his cockhead into the hot, moist opening, the head slipping over her tongue. He could feel her hot breath on his cock, feeling his cock jerk and hit the roof of her mouth. "Close your lips around it or I'll pull your nipples off." His hand went back down to her nipple, two fingers closing over the hardened nipple as he squeezed gently at first. He felt the softness of her lips closing around the head of his cock. "Yes, now go to work on my cock. Use your tongue and rock your head back and forth on my cock. Show me how you suck cock."

It surprised her when he pinched her nipple, the unexpected pain lacing through her breast, but she loved the pain. Hannah closed her lips around his cock, feeling it growing in her mouth as she began to use her tongue to explore it, feeling it jerking inside her mouth. One hand held her head while the other was latched onto one breast, his fingers digging into her flesh, squeezing and pinching her nipple until it felt like her nipple was trapped in a steel vise. Keith was really getting into this. Just like his wife. She went to work on his cock, her head moving forward until she almost swallowed it, her tongue working it over as she pulled back. His balls slapped against her chin with each thrust as Keith began to join in, yanking her back and forth onto his cock. It didn't take long, Hannah feeling the first telltale signs of his impending orgasm.

She was good, sucking and licking his cock with such vigor that Keith couldn't hold back the pleasure in that was building in his balls. The drugs made the pleasure so more acute, able to feel every touch of her tongue as it explored his cock from the smooth head all the way down the shaft, her tongue running along the thick veins. He wasn't going to last and he didn't care. She was kneeling before him to serve his pleasure. He shoved hard with his cock, jamming it to the back of her mouth, both hands holding her head submissively as he spilled his cum into her mouth. He felt her try to pull back, but he refused to release her, his cum jetting into her unwilling mouth, her cheeks ballooning with each discharge in her mouth. "Swallow it all, Hannah. Swallow my cum." His hips began to move, frenzied movements as he jetted two more times, bathing her tongue with his cum as he held her head up so he could look into her eyes as he came in her mouth. "Good girl, Hannah. A little more and then I will let you lose." He jerked into her mouth one last time, his balls emptied. He stayed in her mouth, surprised that his cock refused to shrink. "Lick it clean, Hannah. Lick all my cum and swallow it." He couldn't believe the pleasure he felt at cumming into her mouth as he had her kneel, half-naked before him, bound for his pleasure.

Keith fell for the trap. Now his young bride and he were theirs. Keith untied her wrists, Hannah pulling on her dress. She looked at her watch, the meeting to start in ten minutes, just enough time. She licked the cum from her lips, but she was unsatisfied. It would be Keith's turn to satisfy her next. "I would have never expected that in you, Keith. You are such a man." She could see the pleased look on his face. "The meeting starts in a few minutes. I know where we can watch it in private."

Keith stuffed his hard cock back in his pants, following Hannah as they went down the deserted hallway, but all he saw was her ass and imagined he was behind her, his cock between her legs, fucking her as she bent over submissively for him. She led him into a darkened room, the light coming on, a curtain covering one wall. "Where are we?"

"On the other side of this one way glass is the sales room. Michael has two city buyers in there and a model will be showing off our line. I think you will find it interesting and arousing." She bent over to pull the curtain open, the dark black drape sliding effortlessly until the window into the room was revealed. "It's a mirror on the other side, so they can't see us or hear us." She turned on the speaker, Michael's voice booming loudly as he talked to the two buyers. "Come closer, Keith." She felt him move behind her, pushing back her ass until she could feel his hard cock pushed against her ass cheeks. She shook her hips sideways suggestively, masturbating his cock with her ass cheeks.

"We'll start with our nightgowns, and then move onto our lingerie. Feel free to stop the model anytime so you can inspect the garments more intimately," he suggested to the two buyers. It wasn't needed, both of them knowing exactly what they could expect.

Brooke stood nervously, standing in the long negligee. It covered her from her neck to her ankles, but beneath it, she was naked and the top of the negligee was sheer. Just the touch of the silk on her nipples made them stick out like hard rocks. She had on four-inch heels, but she balanced on them with such ease. The coke that Michael had given her before helped, calming her nerves about exposing her body to strangers, but it also gave her the nagging desire between her legs that needed to be quenched, quenched before Keith came home. The light came on, signaling her to enter. She opened the door and walked into the room, empty except for Michael and two other men, all of their eyes on her as her heels clicked on the wood floor. They were about the same age as Michael. She smiled as her body swayed, her breasts bouncing gently, her hips swaying seductively. She stood in front of the men, turning her back to them, letting them eye the gentle rise of her buttocks through the thin material.

"That's Brooke!" Keith said in a shocked voice, but his hands went to Hannah's hips, holding her ass against his cock. She was only wearing a negligee in front of three men and he was sure that she was naked beneath it.

"Yes, lovely, isn't she."

"What is she doing?" His hips still moved from side to side, rubbing his cock on Hannah's ass as he watched his wife showing her ass to the two men and his boss.

"She is doing it for you, Keith. She knows what she must do to further your career. Michael paid her to model our fashions. She has a beautiful body and our clothes are flattered by it. It gives her a chance to help your career."

"She never did anything like that before. I barely saw her naked." His cock grew at the sight of his wife parading half-naked in front of strange men.

Hannah pushed her ass back against Keith. "Watch and enjoy. It's a little perverse, as if we are peeping on her. She doesn't know we are here."

Jim moved closer to her. "Come closer, Brooke, isn't it?"

"Yes, sir. She moved until she was standing in front of her.

"I like the top, Michael. Very sexy. Lean over, Brooke. Let me see how low it is."

She leaned over, feeling her naked breasts dangling down in front of her, feeling the bodice of the nightgown pulling away until a generous amount of her naked cleavage was revealed.

"Hold still," Jim ordered her. He looked in the nightgown, ogling the finest pair of tits that he had seen in a long time. He could almost see her nipples, just a hint of brown areolas. He waited patiently for when he would see much more soon enough. Still, he couldn't resist the desire for his fingers to trace across the lovely naked flesh of her upper bosom. "Yes, very sexy, Michael. Women will love it. I like that the top is transparent. I can make out Brooke's big brown hard nipples through it."

"He can see her breasts. She is dangling them in front of her." Keith couldn't believe that she was showing off her breasts like that.

"Yes, and the men love it and from the way your cock is jerking against my ass cheeks, so are you." There was no denying that it was also arousing Keith, seeing his wife displaying all her charms to strange men. She pushed her ass harder against Keith's cock.

"Thank you, Brooke. Show us the next." Michael watched as she walked out of the room, all eyes on her ass as she did.

It took her only a couple of minutes before she walked in, not a lot to take off and put on. All eyes were on her even before she walked through the door.

"This is our baby doll pajama. Very popular and the panties are also silk." Brooke walked in wearing the white baby doll pajamas, the bottom of it barely covering her crotch. Her long legs showed it off enticingly. The panties were cut tight, molding over her mound, but the men would soon examine her more intimately.

It made her wet to parade in front of the men. It was a bit shameful, but also she was so proud that her body could make men so excited. She never knew that she could do such a thing. The baby doll was so short, but she strutted up to them. They didn't even see her eyes, they were glued to her crotch. She stood in front of them, not sure what to expect this time. Last time she had to tease them with her naked breasts. What would they expect from me this time?

It was Henry that spoke this time. "It certainly accents her long legs, though it would also be just as sexy for a short girl." The top of the baby doll pajamas were lace and spaghetti straps, the sheer material unable to hide the hard nipples that poked out provocatively. The silk made it flow over her naked body like a second skin.

"Yes, I like it too, but is it too short? Turn around and bend over at the waist, Brooke. Let me see how far it rides up in the back." His cock was growing harder. He didn't have to wait long before she turned her back to them. She bent over, her lovely ass pushing out, the tiny pajamas riding half way up her back before she was bent over at a right angle. The panties pulled tightly over her ass cheeks, twin mounds split by the delicious crack of her ass. She didn't move as they ogled every inch of her body. Her legs were slightly parted, able to make out her slit from behind, the silk clinging to every crack and crevice in her lovely body.

She could almost feel their breath blowing on her ass cheeks, the men leaning over so close. Her legs were spread slightly, but she felt the panties digging into her crotch. Her juices were flowing from her profusely. It was so shameful what she was doing and she was enjoying every shameful minute of it. She stayed in position for a long time before someone finally said something.

"Yes, a little too short for most of our customers."

"Thank you, Brooke."

She walked out, this time taking longer for her to change. She finally got everything on, the silk bra clinging to her breasts, her nipples brazenly thrusting out. The panties clung to her mound, snuggly pushing against her slit until she was afraid they would slide in and show her shame as they soaked up her wetness. The stocking were attached to the garter belt, her long legs looking so sleek in them. This was the final change. Michael said she had to impress them with this or in order to make the sale and her bonus. She strutted out as if she owned the place, shaking her ass. All of the men's attention was on her and rightfully so.

Keith was humping Hannah almost absently, his hands on her hips. He couldn't believe what Brooke was doing, but he was getting excited by her new demeanor. This time it was bra and panties, and they barely covered up anything. They clung to her and showed off everything that was beneath. He wondered what the men would do this time.

"This is the last garment she is going to model. Why don't you slip my dress up, pull my panties down, and fuck me with your magnificent cock. You'll enjoy what the men will do to your lovely wife." She felt his hands already lifting her dress up, putting her legs together until her silk panties were dropped to her ankles. She kicked them off, spreading her legs, not surprised to feel Keith's naked cock already sliding up and down her slit from behind. He waited before entering her.

"Now this is what I like, Michael." It was Jim commenting as Brooke stood in front of her. He stood up so he could see better. His hands touched the naked skin of her side. She jumped for a second, but he kept his hand on her flesh until she got used to it.

One of them stood next to her, the other one standing up when he saw that she didn't move away. Michael didn't move or attempt to stop them. His hand made her jump when he touched her unexpectedly, but he didn't try to move it from the spot. It stayed on her naked waist, but his eyes were looking down the front of the low bra.

Jim's hand slid over her belly, feeling her muscles tighten, but he already moved up until his hand cradled one of her breasts. He squeezed it, Brooke not moving a muscle. "Yes, the silk is so soft and molds around her flesh just as my hand does." He squeezed again, feeling her hard nipple pressed in his palm. Both hands came up and cupped both of her young, firm breasts, squeezing the lovely flesh so tight, but she stood her ground, allowing him to feel the material.

"The material doesn't wrinkle either," Michael said. It gave Jim another chance to feel her young tits as he checked out the material.

"Let me see how the bra is made," Henry jumping in. He unclipped the bra in the back and slid it down over her arms.

Brooke found herself being stripped naked to the waist, her hands cupping her naked breasts in shame before she knew what she was doing. One of the men was inspecting her bra, but his eyes kept drawing back to her breasts.

"Show me the waistband of the panties, Brooke." Jim was going to make her take her hands away.

She did what she had to, her hands releasing her breasts, slipping into the waistband to turn it inside out so he could inspect it. Her nipples throbbed in excitement as the men stared at her breasts.

"Yes, that is nice," but his eyes never left her breasts. "Lovely panties, Brooke. Is the material made to cling so nicely, Michael?"

"Yes, not only on Brooke, but any women. Put your hands at your side so Jim can see them better."

"EEEHHH," Keith entered Hannah the minute Jim's hand slid over the front panel of Brooke's panties, his fingers exploring her sexy mound that was already molded by the tight panties.

She tried to push away from the hand that touched her mound, but the other one was behind her, feeling him pushed against her ass when she arched back, pushing back to shove her mound into the wandering hand.

"Hold still, Brooke." He could feel the heat of her pussy through the panties, his fingers exploring every crevice and fold of her pussy with his finger. "Spread your legs, Brooke, so I can check out the seam along your leg." His fingers slipped between her pussy lips when she spread her legs submissively.

The one behind her moved away, but his hand returned, clenching on her ass cheeks, but she was worried what he would do next, Brooke finding that men were more interested in what was between her crack. She was standing there as two men felt her up and she could only allow them to have their way with her, not as if she weren't enjoying it.

Keith began to fuck Hannah as he watched the men strip and fondle his wife. It was so perverse that it was exciting and Hannah's pussy muscles gripped his cock fondling each time he withdrew from the hot, tight hole. He couldn't believe what he was allowing men to do to his wife or what she was allowing them to do to her. She stood half-naked between them as they fondled her intimately as Michael watched. He was glad he had cum once, hoping he could last long enough to see what else they would do to his wife.

Jim felt her juices flooding the panties he pushed between her slit. She was aroused and so was he. "Over here, Brooke." He sat down on the chair. "Drape your body over my lap. I want to inspect the back of your panties."

This was going to be more than that, but she was beyond the point of stopping. She lay down on his lap, feeling his cock pushing against her abdomen. He pushed one leg out, as her head hung down to the floor, her ass pushed up, his hand already running freely over her buttocks. She couldn't stop her muscles from contracting. His hand slid lower, pushing between her legs, his fingers running along the edge of her panties, pushing them back farther each time until she felt his fingers on her naked mound.

"I like the double panel in the crotch," Jim's fingers running over her perineum, and back down to her pussy, her panties drenched in her juices. He slid back up again, this time playing over her perineum before he pushed apart her cheeks as he slid up her crack. She clenched her cheeks tight, but it was too late, his finger trapped between them, feeling the hot flesh of her tight ass muscles. He kept it there as he felt her anal muscles spasm.

She felt his finger on her asshole, reminded of the men that sodomized her. Is that what he wanted? Would I have to allow them to sodomize me for the sale?

Keith shoved in so hard that Hannah grunted, but he grew more excited as the men stripped the panties from Brooke, her ass naked, his fingers digging into her buttocks, one leg spread to show her pussy opening up from behind. He never saw her like this before and she was allowing strange men to do it to her.

Henry picked up her panties, inhaling her aroused scent but his eyes were on her open pussy, the pink lips pulled back by the spread of one leg.

It shocked her, her body jumping when his palm slapped hard against her naked ass cheek, feeling the lingering pain even when his hand left.

"Relax your cheeks, Brooke." Jim needed relief, but he couldn't pass up a young ass on his lap. Those cheeks were meant to be spanked. He felt her cheeks relax, his fingers pulling them apart until the tiny brown hole was relieved. It was slightly swollen and red; someone had already taken her virgin asshole. His finger ran around the tiny hole, seeing her muscles contracting, the tiny hole opening and closing. He slapped her other cheek, just because he could. Two more slaps before he stopped, his cock ready to bust through his pants.

He was openly spanking her and now that she gave in, his finger was exploring her anus. More spanks and then his fingers returned, this time entering her pussy, sliding in on her abundant juices. Would he fuck me?

"I think we have a deal. I just need Brooke to seal it."

"She's more then willing to do what you want to get the deal." It was Michael responding fore her.

"Kneel between my legs and you can use your mouth and hands to make me cum. On your face. Then you can do Henry."

She never did such a thing before, but she had seen the girl on the movie having it done to her.

Keith watched as she got up, naked, kneeling between the legs of the first man. The other was already unzipping his pants, but Keith was watching Brooke as she opened the stranger's pants and took out his cock as though she had done this to him a hundred times. Keith began to fuck Hannah faster as he imagined it was Brooke doing him, not the stranger.

She did what she had to, taking out his cock, pushing his pants down so she could cup his balls with one hand as her other hand gripped the hot flesh of his cock. She began to masturbate him, looking over at Michael watching her perform. He smiled at her. She did what she had to, leaning over, licking the head of Jim's cock as her hand continued to masturbate him. Her hand gliding up and down his shaft until her mouth opened wide and she took the smooth head of his cock into her mouth. He shoved up when he felt her tongue go to work on the head, licking all around the thick ridge as it danced excitedly in her mouth.

None of his other vendors ever had a girl like this before. All they supplied were dried up whores. This was young, eager and inspired. She had an innocence about her yet at the same time she knew instinctively what turned him on. Jim sat back as the girl sucked the head of his cock into her mouth and it felt like it was in a blast furnace, her tongue working with such precision and skill. Her other hand cradled and cupped his balls, squeezing them gently as if she knew exactly how to draw the cum from them. "Don't forget, I want to cum on your face."

All she could do was nod her head back and forth and take more of his cock into her mouth. She didn't understand why he wanted to do that, but she would do as he said. She wanted to please Michael as much as she wanted to please Keith.

She was sucking his cock as well as Lizzy and Hannah had done. Where did she learn to do it? What else does she know? All of a sudden, Keith knew little of his wife, but that didn't stop it from exciting him beyond reason. His hips moved quicker, almost frenzied as he fucked Hannah's tight pussy from behind. Keith's fingers pulled Hannah's cheeks apart, just as the stranger did to Brooke, Keith gazing down at her hairless asshole with lust. It only took a few minutes before the stranger was ready to cum. Everyone could see it, including Brooke. She took his cock from her mouth, but not before her tongue ran over the tip and licked up all the leaking cum into her mouth. She held it in front of her face; stroking it with broad strokes as her other hand milked his balls of his cum. She closed her eyes just in time, the milky, white juices spraying out with such force that Keith could hear it through the speakers, splatting on his wife's soft skin. Her hand jerked up and down the shaft, now covered with a thickening coat of his cum just as Keith came inside Hannah, her muscles clamping down on his cock as his fingers found her clit and made her cum with him.

It felt like it was burning her flesh, the hot cum landing on her forehead and slowly running down her nose. She kept her eyes open for the second load, watching as the tiny hole in the tip of his cock opened up and fired out the thick crème to land on her mouth, her lips parted slightly. She licked the cum from her lips as they third load of cum was coaxed with her hand, this time her tongue out, coating it with the salty cum. She swirled the cum into her mouth and then went to work on cleaning the drying cum and spit from his cock. As soon as she was finished, she went to work on Henry. He was so excited from what happened to Jim, that he didn't last very long. He came all over her face. She licked him clean.

Keith watched as she sucked and licked the two strangers, finally standing up naked, her face glistening with the drying cum.

"Where do we sign, Michael?" Jim zipped up his pants and walked over to the table to give him the order.

"Thank you, Brooke." She didn't even get dressed as she walked out the door, her naked ass shimmering so sexily.

Keith and Hannah got dressed. "I want to see my wife."

"In a few minutes, let's go talk to Michael for a moment. Let Brooke get ready for you. She still doesn't know you are home yet. You can still surprise her."

Keith didn't think he could surprise her the way she surprised him and shocked him. He couldn't believe what she did, but he couldn't deny that it excited him. He had also done it to Hannah and Lizzy, he was not in a position to judge her. He just wanted to enjoy her new found talents.



CHAPTER 11



HomeCUMMING



"Welcome back, Keith." Michael ushered him into Stephen's office. "This is the Chairman of the Board and my father, Stephen."

Keith was in awe of the room, having never seen anything so magnificent. His study was more lavish them most people's homes. His bosses had such wealth and power and lived such a lavish lifestyle. He couldn't blame Brooke for submitting to such power.

"Michael tells me you did great work in London and have such great ideas to make our company more productive. We are always on the lookout for talented people such as you. Employees willing to go the extra mile for the company." Stephen could see him eating up the compliments.

He never heard such praise, enjoying the limelight. "Thank you. I will work hard for your company."

"Brooke has become almost part of our family here. Your house is almost ready, but we will miss her when you leave. I do hope that both of you will frequent us often. She has also learned the importance of doing all that she can to support her husband. She has unselfishly given herself for you and the company and done it with amazing class and skill." Michael was pleased with Brooke. "It has also been very lucrative for both of you. Tonight she has earned a very substantial bonus."

"She surprised me," was all the Keith could say after seeing Brooke performing for the two salesmen. She did things that she never even did with him and did it with such skill.

"You can never underestimate your lovely bride, Keith. She has such undiscovered talents, some not even known to her. She just needs a strong man to bring them out. Someone that will not take no for an answer. Women need to be taught to obey. In some cases, they need to be forced to obey. Even Hannah needs occasional prodding to submit." Michael had bound Hannah often when they were first married, but she had learned to love the freedom of the tight bondage, forced to perform any act that was thrust upon her, no matter how perverse.

Keith was confused, but excited by what he saw in Brooke. He had strayed, first with Lizzy, and now with his boss's wife. He could hardly judge what Brooke had done. "I want to thank your for your hospitality and your confidence in me. You will have my devotion and that of Brooke's. We will do all that we can for the company." Keith wasn't sure what he was agreeing to, but he had never been the center of attention before and he liked the feelings.

"That is all we ask of you, Keith. Your ultimate devotion and that of Brooke's. We strive for excellence and we will test your resolve in the future. Now why don't you join your young bride? I know you have a lot of catching up to do, but we will see you tomorrow." Michael watched as Keith left the room.

"He took Brooke's subjugation nicely. You must reward Elizabeth for her contribution. I suspect he will test Brooke's new found sexual talents tonight, but we can continue her education tomorrow. The room is ready for her." Michael's cock was hard at the thought of tomorrow with the young bride.

It took Keith a couple of minutes to find the room, but when he opened the door his wife was waiting for him, a long robe covering up the naked body that he had only seen for the first time a while ago. She had this surprised look on her face at seeing him early, but she rushed over and kissed him, his hands around her waist, feeling her body pressed up against him. In spite of Hannah, his cock was still hard.

His kiss was passionate, his tongue dancing in her mouth with her tongue, exploring every part of her. She felt his cock pushed up against her, her hips moving from side to side, masturbating him gently. She was horny, sucking the two men and having them cum on her face was degrading, but also exciting to be used in such a perverse way. They finally broke their kiss, Brooke pulling back from him. "You surprised me, coming home early. When did you get here?"

He smirked at her. "A couple of hours ago." He saw the shocked look on her face. "Michael wanted me to see his sales presentation to the city buyers. All of it." Her jaw dropped when he said that.

Her heart was racing a mile a minute. She couldn't tell by his expression whether he was angry or not. He must have seen her. Seen her sucking the two strangers cock. "Let me explain…"

"It's not necessary, Brooke. I have spoken to Michael and Stephen," he interrupted her.

"BBButtt…"

Keith interrupted her again. "We can talk later, but I have missed you for two weeks and want to make up for it." He walked over to the large chair and sat down. "Stand in front of me and undress." He waited for a second, but she didn't move. "I'm not going to tell you again, strip naked for me, Brooke."

She never heard that tone of voice before from him. It was just like Stephen and Michael, almost daring her to defy them so they could punish her. It gave her a tremor of excitement and fear in her body. She took off her robe, throwing it to the floor, standing before Keith in the thin bra and panties that she had worn at the showing. She had done this before for many other men, Gino, Stephen, Michael and the salesmen, she had never stripped for her husband before. It was a little shameful and humiliating, just as before she had been introduced to this different lifestyle.

Keith stroked his cock as it grew when he saw her half-naked body. "Very nice, Brooke. Now the bra, let me see those lovely tits."

She felt a flush running over her bosom as she reached behind, unsnapping the bra. She let it slip from her hands, but her palms cradled her naked breasts from his peering eyes. She could feel her nipples growing beneath her hand.

"You are going to have to learn to obey, Brooke. Now, take off hands away!" Keith's voice was more demanding.

She dropped her hands quickly, a shiver of fear racing through her body. Keith was so demanding, she would have to obey quicker or she feared his punishment. She stood naked to the waist, arching her back and pushing her chest out, hoping to please him.

"Play with your nipples, make them hard for me."

She reached up and her fingers curled around her nipples, teasing them into hard rocks, squeezing the tips until she felt the rush of pain race through her breasts as she squeezed the blood from the tip. He stared at her breasts while she played with them for his voyeuristic pleasure. She grew wetter.

"Now the panties; let me see that lovely pussy, Brooke." He unbuckled his pants, the zipper hissing as he drew it down. He reached into his shorts and pulled out his cock until it sprung out into the light. It stood up hard and tall, his hand curling around it as he stroked it. Brooke's eyes were on his cock, but her hands were already pulling her panties down. It was as though he was seeing his wife for the first time. She had a blonde bush, but the hairs were so fine that he could see the pronounced lips of her pussy. "Spread your legs," he demanded, his hand pumping his cock faster as she obeyed, the lips of her pussy slowly parting, the light glistening on the dew that covered the edges of her slit. "Peel back your pussy lips and show me much more, Brooke."

The juices were flowing freely from her pussy as she spread her legs. She was naked before Keith, openly display all that she had to her husband and he only demanded more from her. Her fingers could barely grasp her oily lips, pinching hard as she peeled them back until she felt the night air blowing on the heated inner lips. She looked down, the pink inner lips slick with her juices.

"Now play with your pussy, Brooke. Stroke your clit until it stands up hard and ripe for me to see." He had never seen a girl like this before, not even his wife. His cock was harder then he had ever felt it before, the thought of forcing her to submit to his perverted commands making it jerk in pleasure as he stroked it.

She did as she had to, her fingers running up and down her slit, her legs spreading wider as her fingers grew slick. She found her clit, already hard, pushing at the base until it popped out, her other hand running the head as her body shuddered. Would Keith make me cum in front of him? She stroked her clit until it was hard and pounding with blood, her fingers gripping it at the base and squeezing it until it stood out like a tiny cock for Keith to see. She wished he would rub it, but she waited while he ogled her naked body, his hand never stopping from stroking his cock.

He was going to push her and see how far she would go. "Turn around, keep your legs spread and bend over." He got up from the chair.

Brooke didn't know if she could do it. She had already lost her anal virginity, but she still felt humiliated each time one of them took her in her private place. It was different from when they fucked her pussy. Their cocks gave her a strange fullness that excited her, in spite of the pain that her asshole felt when they stretched her so wide. The cocks went too deep, burying deep into her guts until the jerking organs made her stomach cramp. She turned her back to him as she heard him get up, but she spread her legs, able to feel his eyes staring at her naked ass, feeling her buttocks contracting uncontrollably. She forced her muscles to relax until her crack opened.

Keith's hand slid down her naked back until it reached the top of her buttocks. "Grab your ankles. Bend over deep." Her ass rose up as her body bent deep. He liked her new attitude. He caressed her buttocks, feeling her muscles contract and relax, but she fought her muscles. He gazed down at her crack, all the way down to her pussy peeking out from behind. "This is a side of you that I never saw before, Brooke." His fingers slid down her crack, feeling her buttocks contract tight, trapping his fingers between her powerfully clenched cheeks. He raised his other hand and it fell with lightening speed onto her naked cheek. "CRACK!" His hand stung when he hit her, but her body jerked in pain and she gasped loudly. Yet she still didn't move a muscle, his hand running over the spot he hit, feeling the heat in her flesh.

He had spanked her butt like a little child. It stung. She wanted to stand up, but she fought her instincts, bent over erotically as his hand slid over her ass cheeks again, her body tense, afraid of another spanking.

"I told you to obey me." His hand rose up and struck her other cheek, the white skin turning a delightful pink as soon as he pulled his hand away. Her buttocks clenched uncontrollably. He was enjoying this, his cock thicker and harder, jerking each time he spanked her ass. Another swing and her body rocked, Keith hitting her a fourth time without pause. Her cheeks were a delightful pink. "Now relax your ass cheeks." He felt her surrender.

Her ass was burning, but her pussy was drenched. It was just like when Gino put the rose thorns between her pussy lips and ass cheeks and made her walk around that way. They dug into her flesh and hurt, but they also felt good, a masochistic pleasure in her pain pleasing a man. She could feel Keith's cock jerking against her hips each time he hit her. Obviously, it was sexually exciting him. She let him have his way with her, relaxing her cheeks, feeling his fingers stray along her sweat-drenched crack, shivering when his wet finger passed over her anus, still swollen and sore where she had been sodomized.

He had never touched her asshole, his finger passing over the raised bud, sliding down to her wet pussy and then back up. This time he paused at the tight knot of her asshole, feeling her muscles go into spasms as he pushed gently with his fingertip until he felt her hole slowly opening up under the constant pressure. She began to move. "Don't move!" He felt her push her ass back onto his fingertip, feeling her tight ring slowly stretch around his fingertip until it was swallowed up to the first joint in the hottest, tightest hole he had every felt. He couldn't believe the way her muscles rippled over the tip of his finger. "Hold still," he warned her as his finger slowly began to push inside her asshole, twisting and turning until he was up to the second knuckle. She didn't move, Keith enjoying the way he controlled her. "Good girl," one hand stroking her ass cheek, the other moving inside her tight asshole.

He was fingering her backside as she bent over submissively. Would he go farther and sodomize me like the others? She still couldn't get used to be touched back there, never mind being sodomized, but the men gave her little choice. They took what they wanted from her.

He needed to fuck her and fuck her now, his balls aching for release. "Get on the bed and spread your legs for me." He pulled his finger out of her asshole, slapping her ass cheek with a resounding crack. She went over to the bed, her naked buttocks moving so seductively. He loved how tight her ass was. Would she allow him to fuck her back there? He still wasn't sure how far he could go with Brooke's new found submissiveness. Was it just a game, or something more? He stood up and undressed completely, but his eyes never left the naked body of his wife as she crawled into the center of the bed, his eyes feasting on her naked flesh as she gave him such a provocative peek as she crawled on her knees and turned over. She lay back and then her knees rose up to almost her chest, then her legs turned out, Keith staring at her pussy while one hand stroked his cock.

Her pussy lips opened up like a flower, but Brooke's fingers went to her slick lips and peeled them back until they ached, her ass rising up as if begging him to be inside her. She wanted to be fucked so badly, the spanking and anal fingering making her so horny. What had these men turned me into? Only weeks ago, I barely let my husband see my naked. She watched as Keith got into bed between her legs, his hand stroking his cock as he kneeled between her legs. His cock was bigger then she had ever seen it.

He could almost see inside her, her legs spread wantonly. "Grab your legs behind your knees and bring them up to your chest." Her body curled up into a ball, her pussy opened for him to see all, but also her ass rose up from the bed and her dark brown asshole was revealed, slightly swollen and red from where he had fingered her. He had to fight the desire to plug her asshole with his cock. Instead, he slid it up and down her slit, gathering up her juices. He moved it down, running it over her asshole, feeling her jerk in surprise, but he didn't penetrate her there, moving back down to her hole and shoving in without any preliminaries. Her pussy swallowed up his cock with barely a whimper, plunging into her hot, tight hole until he slammed against her cervix, pinning her bent body to the bed like a spear.

"AAAggg," she cried softly as she went from empty to full in a second, her pussy shoved apart by his cock and feeling like Keith was trying to enter her womb with it. He never took her like this, but she kept her legs pulled up and her pussy opened to whatever brutality he wanted to inflict on her, feeling his cock begin to rhythmically fuck her hard and fast. He buffeted her body with his cock, driving in and out, her insides curling around his cock. He felt so much bigger then he ever did. She wasn't sure if it were her imagination or just the way he was taking her. She arched her ass up higher with each thrust, bone-jarring thrusts that felt like they would pierce her, but the rough fuck only excited her more. His hands were everywhere, starting with her breasts, cruel fingers digging into her flesh, pinching and twisting her aroused nipples until they felt like he was squeezing the blood from them. Then his hands slipped under her ass, slapping and pinching her flesh until she bounced around his cock and rode him just as hard as he rode her.

He did everything he never did to her before, pinching her breasts and nipples until her body shook, then going to work on her ass until she jerked against his powerful thrusts. "Cum now, Brooke," he ordered her, but not before one finger slid up her asshole painfully, a scream tore from her lips as she arched up and took his hard thrust until the head of his cock bruised her cervix.

His finger ripped into her dry asshole, hurting and driving her body up and his cock brutalized her pussy. It hurt the way he was taking her, but her clit was rubbed harshly against her wiry pubic hairs, his cock never stopping as it raced in and out of her pussy. She did as he ordered; cumming when she felt the first jet of cum bathed her battered insides. A second load of cum followed, his finger still twisting and turning inside her asshole, pushing painfully against the soft muscles. She continued to cum, flooding his cock with her juices as the cock swelled and jetted inside her. He stayed on top of her for a long time, finally pulling out his cock.

She wasn't finished yet. He had seen what she could do with the salesmen. "Put your legs down.

She thought he was through with her, but he climbed up her body, his balls dragging across her breasts and he kneeled on either side of her head. She didn't have to be told what to do when she felt his wet cock rubbed over her lips. She felt his cock begin to grow in her mouth as soon as the slick head slipped between her lips. Her tongue greeted the wet cock, her mouth flooded with the salty, thick juices that coated it. He began to rock his hips, his cock sliding in and out of her mouth, feeling it growing in arousal as her tongue went to work cleaning it of their cum.

Her hands were pinned next to her body, so he could use her mouth any way he desire, humping with his hips as her lips were pressed tightly around his shaft as he fucked her mouth as if it were her pussy. He didn't know how, but he came again in ten minutes, his cock never leaving her mouth, pushing so hard into her mouth that she gagged when he pushed in too deep. That only excited him more, finally cumming in her mouth, watching as her cheeks ballooned as he flooded her with his cum. He stroked her throat as he came again. "Swallow, Brooke. Swallow my cock," the words only exciting his depraved lust.

Her tongue was tired, but he never let her rest until her belly was filled with his cum. She had to clean it again, before he pulled his spit-drenched cock from her lips, leaving a trail of spit on her lips and a belly full of cum.

"I enjoyed your new talent, Brooke. I can't wait to see what else I can do to you." He got into bed and turned off the light. He felt her begin to get up, knowing she was going to clean up the cum between her legs. "Stay in bed." He wanted her to sleep with her pussy filled with his cum.

She did as he ordered, feeling him curled up against her ass cheeks, his cock's lust quenched by her pussy and mouth. She fell asleep instantly, feeling secure with Keith tucked up behind her.



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Keith woke up first, or he should say his cock woke up first. His hips were already moving, grinding his hard cock onto Brooke's lovely ass cheeks before he even opened his eyes. She wasn't awake any more then he was. He rolled her over slowly as to not to wake her, pulling the blanket off until she was laid out naked before him. He kneeled between her legs, pushing them back as his mouth began to explore her pussy. Not even last nights dried cum couldn't stop his tongue from exploring every intimate inch of her body.

She woke up with the familiar itch between her legs, but when her hand reached down to scratch it, they found Keith's head already working between her legs. His tongue was working its magic on her pussy, never feeling such a thing before as it swished and swirled in every crease and fold of her body as her juices flowed freely from every pore of her body. Although Keith had never licked her there before, he knew all the right spots, her legs spreading wide as his tongue pushed to a point and entered her pussy like a tiny cock, thrusting in and out. He kept her on edge, not sure why, never letting her cum when she was close, his tongue retreating to a new spot to begin anew, the pleasure building once again.

He spent so much time tonguing her, licking up her abundant juices as she began to grind her pussy against his face, her hands on his head, guiding him back and forth to give her the greatest pleasure. He allowed her that freedom, though he wouldn't let her cum, not yet. He finally flipped her over onto her belly, a disappointed look on her face, but he pushed her down, his hands smothering over her lovely full buttocks, spreading her legs apart. His fingers dug into her cheeks, pulling them apart like a ripe fruit until her tiny brown hole was revealed. He pushed his face between her cheeks, his tongue out and ready.

She was on her belly and spread, yet it didn't dawn on her, still the innocence not completely taken from her. It was when she felt his fingers prying apart her clenched buttocks did the realization come. She felt the wet tongue lathering up her crack, starting at the top and running over the tight knot of her anus. She arched up from the bed from the obscene touch, but it only aided him as the tongue lashed back and forth until she felt the spit cooling on her muscle. His nose pushed up and down her crack and then the tongue, pointed and hard began to force its way inside the tight ring of her anus. She could only lay there on her belly, her ass up in the air as he orally assaulted her most private place. He slapped her ass until she relaxed her muscles, finally feeling her anal ring stretching around the warm, slick tongue that wormed its way into her rectum like a warm animal. His fingers curled around her pussy and gripped her clit between two strong fingers, squeezing it until she thought it would burst. All the while, the hard tongue flicked in and out, her muscles going into uncontrollable spasms. It was only minutes before she came, this time while being tongued in a humiliating place. She didn't know whether it was the fingers or the humiliation that made her cum, but it all felt the same. She soaked the bed beneath her.

Keith lay in bed with her, both of them naked, the blankets thrown to the floor. "Are you okay with what happened to you here?"

She hated to admit it, but she was. "Yes, what about you? It feels like I cheated on you while you were away."

"I was with another girl in London, actually with her boyfriend and her. I think Michael might have had something to do with it." He waited to see her reaction, but she didn't look disappointed. "I do love your new sexual awakening. I hope you will continue this way."

"Michael and Stephen are very demanding men. Like you were last night and this morning. At first, I think it was the liquor and the drugs, but after a while, I think it was something else. They wouldn't let me be shy and hesitant. They made me do things to them. Shameful things. They forced themselves on me, taking me every perverse way they could imagine, but I never left. I let them do it the next day and the next until I enjoyed the degrading acts they committed on me." She stopped for a minute before she said anything else, trying to gauge Keith's reaction to her shameful secret. "Even with you home, I don't want it to end. I hope you can understand that."

Keith pushed her head down into his lap, until he felt her hot, wet mouth engulf the head of his cock. He pushed harder until he heard her choke. Her confession and his imagination on what they might have done to her had made him hard. He stroked her head as she sucked him hungrily. "It is only beginning Brooke," his mind already conjuring up the most perverse acts he could commit on her, with the help of Michael and Stephen. Not only would he enjoy his wife, but he would also further his career. After all, how could his bosses deny his advancement with their cocks in his wife?





CHAPTER 12



Bondage Can be So Confining



They all had breakfast together, but Hannah and Brooke went off while Keith met with Stephen and Michael in the library. Keith talked excitedly about what he had learned in London, Michael listening and nodding his head in agreement. They made plans for Keith to begin implementing his ideas in one of the factories in Manchester. If he was successful, they would be implemented in all the factories.

They joined the women for lunch, all of them chatting, but there was an underlining sexual tension that Michael could feel. He didn't know how Keith and Brooke's first night went, especially after seeing his wife suck off two salesperson. Neither mentioned anything but neither seemed to be embarrassed or ashamed.

"After dinner, Hannah," Michael instructed his wife. "Have Brooke ready. Do you think there will be a problem?"

Hannah smiled at Michael. "None, once I have her ready, its not like she will have any choice left."

"And Keith."

"I saw how excited he got watching his wife suck two stranger's cocks. He'll enjoy watching his wife put through the paces by you and the other men. It'll give him lots of ideas to submit his wife to once he gets her home. I can keep him interested while he watches." Hannah could feel her pussy getting wet. She enjoyed watching her husband with the young bride. He knew how to humiliate her and force her to perform. He had lots of practice with the other girls they had come through the house over the years.



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Dinner was long and leisurely. Gino joined them for dinner, Keith not understanding the meaning. Desert would be his wife, three men ready to partake of all her pleasure. After some scrumptious food and Charles had cleared the table, Hannah brought out the drugs. She brought out marijuana tonight, Keith and Brooke not hesitating to enjoy the acrid bite of the smoke, followed by the euphoric bliss that surrounded their brain. By time the third joint was finished, Gino led Brooke out of the room and Keith barely noticed, Hannah already stroking his thigh as he lay back on the couch and contemplated the universe, the drugs making him high.

Brooke didn't hesitate to leave with Gino, the drugs dulling her senses. All but her sexual senses, wanting to reach out and touch the bulge in his pants, but she hesitated as he led her down the hallway to one of the rooms. She knew she would soon get more cock then she probably wanted. The others would soon join them and Brooke would have to contend with three or four horny men with insatiable lust.

"In here." Gino opened the door.

There was only one thing in the room. A large bed, with scrolled headboard with a purple comforter. One wall was covered with a red satin drape from ceiling to floor. The other wall was a large glass mirror that shone back onto the bed. She knew she would be able to see her own reflection shining back from the bed, reflecting all the things the men would be doing to her or making her do to them. All the degrading things. Her pussy got wetter.

"Strip naked." The words were short and to the point.

That was bad enough, but she saw the purple rope in his hands and knew there was much more. Michael and Stephen had threatened to punish her, but she never contemplated this. Gino was going to tie her in the bed. She was sure of that. It was bad enough what they did to her when she wasn't bound. What could they be planning that required them to bind me tight and unable to stop them from inflicting whatever they wanted on my naked body?

Gino looked at her as she took off her clothes; a flush on her face as she slowly stripped naked for him, still a bit of shameful innocence in her. His cock grew as she shed the last of her clothes, standing there before him, naked, one hand over her breasts and one between her legs as if she could stop him from seeing what she had to offer. After all, he was holding the purple rope, running it through his fingers as he imagined it around her naked body. "Sit on the bed, your back against the headboard."

She got on the bed, but she drew her legs up almost to her chest, her thighs clenched tightly together, trying to hide her intimate charms from him as long as she could. Now she knew why the headboard was not against the wall.

"Put your hands behind the bed,"

Her back arched when he grabbed each wrist, feeling the soft purple rope looped around her wrist until he pulled it tight, the soft rope now digging painfully into her skin. He pulled one arm down, securing it the steel frame. Her other arm was pulled behind her and she found both of her arms bound to the headboard, her back arched provocatively to thrust her naked breasts out brazenly, her blonde hair caressing her naked breasts, but barely able to conceal them. She looked down, one of her nipples, hard and pointed peeking out from her blonde tresses. She felt the excitement of total surrender as she tugged on her bound wrists.

Michael and Stephen left the room without saying anything, Hannah's hand on Keith's cock, stroking it softly. He wasn't about to interrupt the pleasure. He got a perverse thrill that his boss's wife was masturbating him. It gave him a sense of power he never had before.

"Let's go." Hannah got up from the couch, the bulge in his pants testament to her skills.

He didn't ask where or why, his cock needing attention and hoping that Hannah would be a willing recipient. She led him down the hallway, entering the dark room, lit only by the lights from the other room shining through the glass window. He knew it was another one-way mirror, but his eyes were drawn to the purple bed with the naked blonde bound on it. His cock thickened when he eyed his naked wife, sitting on the bed, her wrists bound with purple ropes behind her. Her legs were coyly drawn up to hide her treasures, but her breasts peeked out provocatively from between her blonde hair. There were three men in the room, Gino, Michael and Stephen, all of them sporting massive erections. He felt Hannah move behind him, her hands slipping around his hips and the soft sound of his zipper sliding down. Her soft, warm hands fished out his cock until it was protruding in front of him. Keith did nothing as he watched the three men undress until they were naked, thick cocks bouncing in front of them as they eyed his bound and vulnerable wife on the bed. Hannah's hand gripped his shaft, her soft fingers tightening so nicely around his shaft and began to run up and down, squeezing tighter when it passed over the thick helmet.

"Spread you legs, Brooke. You mustn't hide that lovely pussy. Tonight you are going to experience something new. We are going to abuse that lovely body." He stroked his cock in excitement.

Even though she knew she shouldn't, Brooke couldn't deny them. It was a combination of drugs and desires that drove her. She didn't see Keith, but she was sure that he was probably behind the mirror, probably with Hannah sexually stimulating him as he watched. She hoped that he was excited as she was. It was the perverse knowledge that she was sexually bound to the bed and they were going to abuse her. She obeyed, her legs sliding along the silk sheets until her feel touched the opposite sides of the bed. Three naked men stroking their cocks were staring up between her legs at her wide-open pussy. She felt the rush of excitement. Michael was the first to move next to her.

"Keep your legs spread no matter what I do to you," he warned her.

Keith held his breath as Michael began to slap the inside of her thighs, moving from one side to the other until they both turned a vivid pink. He could see her muscles trembling, fighting the urge to close her legs and end the punishment, but Brooke struggled to obey no matter how much it was hurting her. He could see her lips clenched tight in pain.

It was obscene what he was asking her to do. Every fiber in her being said close her legs, but she struggled to keep them open even as he slapped her sensitive inner thighs. His slaps grew closer, able to feel the wind as his large hand blew by her opened pussy. She tried to shut the image from her mind, but she knew where this was heading as his slaps grew closer to her crotch. Would I be able to keep my legs spread so submissively if he struck her pussy? She knew that it was only a matter of time. The others were stroking their cocks in excitement as they watched Michael work on her thighs.

She jumped the first time his large palm touched her mound. He didn't slap her, but was more like he was cradling it. His fingers squeezed, one of them slipping between her slick lips, others grabbing her puffy lips and squeezing them tight. She couldn't help it. "MMMM," she moaned loudly, her ass rising up from the bed as he gripped her possessively between the legs. She looked down, his hand pulling away, but it only moved about six inches away, then it moved back. She braced for it, but it was more surprise than pain.

"SSSPLLAT." Michael's palm hit her directly on her mound, the sound of his hand hitting the wet flesh reverberating in the room. He loved the way it felt, her body unable to absorb all of it, the flesh of her lips smashed into her pelvic bone, driving her ass back down on the bed.

"EEEEWWWW," she cried out, hissing between her clenched lips. Even though she was expecting it, it still took her by surprise. It stung, ached, and felt good, all at the same time. No one had ever treated her like this before; men including her husband were always gentle with her. Michael's finger ran up and down her slit, but then his hand pulled away. She watched it move back and then it slapped between her legs a second time, this time harder. She bit her lip quenching her cry, but her hips drove her pussy up into the air as the large hand gripped her pussy, her lips tingling from the sharp slap.

"Good girl, Brooke." Michael swung his hand back farther, greater force behind the next blow, hitting one side of her pussy to center all of the force on one thick pussy lips with a resounding blow. He ground his hand into her pussy before he pulled his hand back to strike the other lip with increasing force.

Keith couldn't believe that she was taking it, but Brooke kept her legs spread as Michael spanked her pussy. He never would have fathomed such a thing. He enjoyed when he had spanked Brooke's ass, but he would have never considered spanking her pussy until he saw the way she was taking it. Her pussy lips were swollen and pink, but they were coated with a sheen of her glistening juices. Michel hit her with a wet thud each time, increasing force that rocked her body, but her ass rose up each time his fingers dug into her pussy before he pulled away to strike her again.

"Spread your legs wider. I want to spank your inner lips. Your soft, sensitive inner lips," Michael smiled cruelly.

She did as he commanded, her legs spread so wide that her swollen pussy lips pulled back until the pink, wet inner lips were open and exposed. Her crotch ached from the wide spread of her legs, but it was nothing compared to the heat and tingling of her pussy after being spanked a dozen times on her sex. She should have been in pain, yet by time the slap reached her brain, all she felt was a masochistic thrill that raced through her body. She was bound and being used harshly by Michael and it drove her lust. She only hoped they would fuck her in the same manner. "EEEEWWWW." She couldn't contain the cry of pain when he struck her, all of the power of his hand striking between her lips and attacking her inner lips like a swarm of angry bees. She couldn't even catch her breath before he struck again, his thick palm slapping hard against the soft skin with such brutality. She wanted to close her legs, but only to trap his hand between her lips. Five more times Michael struck her inner pussy lips, the pink skin now a brilliant red, but slick with her juices.

"Tie her legs open. Up to the headboard." Stephen and Gino enjoyed their work, each with a purple rope in their hands, grabbing an ankle, tying it tight and then pulling them over to the top of the headboard as Brooke groaned in pain as she was almost split up the middle.

Keith never saw a girl being bound before, the girl being his wife making it much more enjoyable as he thought of all the things he would do to her when he got her home. Her legs were pulled up so high, her ass not even touching the bed any longer, her cheeks parted obscenely and her brown, wrinkled asshole left vulnerable like a target. He watched, while Hannah stroked his cock, her pussy masturbating against him from behind.

She felt all of her treasures opened up, including her ass and that scared her the most. They had already sodomized her, but she was sure that Keith didn't realize that yet. It only got worse when she saw Michael holding a riding crop, the type they used on horses. It was only about two inches across, but Brooke knew that only made the pain more centered and precise. Michael began to tap it on her pussy, first gently, but increasing in harshness and speed until it was slapping back and forth against her pussy. He started with her lips, moving up one side, then down the other, finally going to work on her inner lips, the slick leather pushing aside her lips to snap sharply down on her flesh. He moved from the bottom, slapping harder on her perineum, paying special attention to her pussy, feeling like he was trying to enter her with it. She feared it as it moved up her slit, pushing aside her lips until he got to the top. "EEEEHHH," she cried out when the riding crop slapped her clit. It felt like he was crushing it into her pubic bone, Brooke seeing stars in her head as it smashed the blood from the tip of her clit. She couldn't breathe, her chest rising and falling as she struggled to fill her lungs, but the next cry drove the air from her lungs. "AAGGGH," she cried, her body jerking as the riding crop attacked her clit. It felt like her pleasure button was trapped in a vise and each time the crop struck it pinched it tighter. Her body jerked and shuddered, but the tight bondage kept her spread and helpless.

Her clit was the size of a small rock, hard and red, the riding crop finding it with ease. Brooke was crying, but Michael only felt the pleasure of beating her pussy with the riding crop. His hand continued to stroke his cock. "Time for Brooke to do some sucking and fucking, but first I would be remiss if I didn't work over those nipples first." It took Michael some skill, but he managed to swing the riding crop so that it just passed over the hard tips of each nipples, centering the intense pain in the very tip that was the most sensitive. Her breasts were thrust out, so she could do nothing to protect them, the crop slapping each one until they grew hard and red. Tears were falling from Brooke's eyes, but the bed beneath her pussy was soaked with her juices.

The pain and pleasure were all mixed together now. The helplessness of the stringent bondage and the pain of the spanking and whipping merged into one masochistic thrill that raced through her body. She should be crying out in pain, but even beyond her screams and tears, she felt the thrill of being used by powerful men, her naked body bound and spread for their pleasure. She struggled not to cum, ashamed that her body was even reacting this way. She felt a little relief when they pulled her bound legs from the headboard, even untying her wrists, but her relief was short-lived. They were only getting her ready to service their cocks.

"Spread-eagle on the bed. Tight and wide. I want her to feel it." Michael helped them.

They slid her down onto the bed, but Michael's hands pushed her over.

"On your belly."

Keith couldn't believe what they were doing to her, but there was no mistake as they tied her arms to the two corners of the headboard. Her ankles were bound and they pulled the rope beneath the back of the bed until her legs were almost pulled to the floor, one on each side. She was on her belly and her ass cheeks parted wide when they spread her legs. Would they do such a thing to her? Were they getting her bound so they could sodomize her?

Hannah gripped Keith's balls in one hand and squeezed them, her other hand bending his cock until he jerked in pain. "Have you ever ass fucked your wife before, Keith? Or any girl?"

"Nooo," he shuddered when she gripped his balls until they ached.

"It hurts and feels good at the same time. The asshole is round, not like a pussy and longer, able to take a cock deeper, but not without some pain. It feels like its going to come out your mouth when it goes in, and pulling out your guts when it comes out. Your anus burns when it first has to accept the thick head of a cock. After a while, it just accepts it, the ring gripping the shaft as the cock rides back and forth inside you. Brooke has no choice, the men making short work of spreading her so wide that she aches." Hannah began to stroke Keith's cock again. "Gino is going to take her first. Look how big and hard his cock is."

Keith watched as Gino climbed on Brooke's back, kneeling between her widely spread legs, fisting his cock, slick with the oil he had used to lubricate it. He rubbed it over her tiny asshole. No way would it fit inside Brooke. He saw the look of concern on her face as she looked over her shoulder as he mounted her.

Brooke couldn't move a muscle, good thing for Gino, otherwise she would have raced from the room if she wasn't bound and spread on her stomach. She couldn't believe how big and hard his cock was. She had been sodomized before, but nothing like that monster. She felt the slick head pushing against her anus like a blunt rock, the head too big for such a tiny hole. "Plleasee, you're too big," she begged, but she felt his large, naked body settling onto her back, his hand fisting his cock between them. She heard him grunting, but she was too concerned with the mounting pressure as he pushed the big head of his cock relentlessly against her small hole. She tried to accommodate him, knowing he could tear her if he wasn't careful, pushing her ass up against him, pushing out on her sphincter muscles, feeling her anal ring slowly forced over the slick head. "EEWWWWW," she moaned as the thick head, slick with oil forced its way through the tight knot of muscle and into her rectum. "DDdon't move," she begged, her anal ring burning as it stretched too tight around the thick head that was wedged in her intestines.

It felt like his cock was swallowed in a hot blast furnace, the tight ring of her asshole feeling like a too small rubber band choking the head of his cock. Her insides were crushing his cock head, but Gino could only feel the hot, tight asshole that engulfed his cock and he wanted more. "You can take it," grunting as he shoved another inch of cock into her ass tube. "Yes, that's good Brooke. Take it all." He pulled out, but then shoved back in, his body settling down onto her ass cheeks as he began to fuck her asshole deeper and deeper with every thrust.

Keith watched in awe, as Brooke's asshole seemed to swallow up the thick cock that speared her cheeks. It was so big, yet she was taking it, each time he looked another inch of the thick cock disappeared from view between her cute ass cheeks. Gino's powerful buttocks clenched and he grunted each time he thrust in. Brooke was taking it, though not without pain, grunting and crying each time the cock pushed in and out, always going deeper.

Her body was shoved each time Gino fucked her asshole, her insides clenched painfully around the thick cock, her muscles forced into submission as he sodomized her with ruthless thrusts. It felt like he was trying to drive his cock through her body, her stomach cramping around the thick cock. Her insides felt like they were being dragged out, but it was worse when he shoved back in, each time his cock driving deeper, the thick, flanged cock head shoving into her elastic tube, stretching her insides until she ached from deep in her guts. She felt him flex his cock, his wiry pubic hairs tickling her naked ass cheeks. He was all the way in, feeling like his cock was forcing all her organs out of the way. She knew it was just beginning now. He would sodomize her until her only relief came when he flooded her bowels with his hot cum. He wouldn't be the last, the others wanting to force her to take their cocks in her asshole.

Gino went to work on her, grunting as his hips were a blur, his cock spearing in and out of her asshole, skin slapping hard against skin when he shoved in deep, almost driving her body up as the head of his cock banged deep into her bowels.

"Fuck her hard, Gino," Michael encouraged him.

It was five minutes before he came, her insides feeling the friction of his cock burning her up. Each time he plunged in, her stomach would cramp around his organ, but she could do nothing but take the thick log up her asshole, bound and spread on her belly as Gino sodomized her for his pleasure. She felt the relief when his hot cum burned in her guts, bathing her abraded asshole, the head swelling larger as it spit out its angry, salty juices into her guts. He looked down as he pulled his cock out of her asshole, the tight ring stretched as it slid over his shrinking cock. Her asshole stayed open for long seconds, a large dark hole, covered with the white, milky cum that leaked out.

"You want to join them, Keith." He was already out of the room, his cock bobbing anxiously in front of them as he went next door to join the others in abusing his wife.

Her eyes pleaded with Keith when he came in, but they were already untying her and getting her ready for the next position. er Her Her wrists were tied together, and Brooke lay down on her side. Her asshole ached, but that didn't stop them as Michael pushed his cock into her pussy, flipping her over so she was lying on top of him. He stopped moving, his cock wedged deep inside her, but she felt Keith's familiar hands on her buttocks, pulling them unceremoniously apart. He didn't care that his cock would swim in another man's juices, as Brooke felt his cock push into her asshole, this time two cocks between her legs feeling like it was one giant tree trunk that was inside her. As soon as Keith hit the bottom of her intestines, they both began to fuck her. First, one would push in, the other out, the twin tubes alternating between full and empty. But they soon tired of that, both of them driving their cocks into her with powerful thrusts, her other organs forced out of the way as her twin passages were fucked by hard, thick cocks. She cried out, but Stephen soon silenced her cries, his cock forced through her lips and jammed to the back of her throat until she choked. Now three cocks punched there way into her body with brutality.

Keith couldn't believe the pleasure he got from her asshole. It felt like thousands of fingers running over his cock, her muscles rippling up and down. He could feel Michael's cock on the other side of the thin wall separating her asshole and pussy, feeling them both drive into her, Keith trying to match the power of his thrust. He looked up at Brooke, Stephen fucking her mouth, his hips driving his cock in and out her mouth and throat as Brooke choked and gagged. He might be older, but his cock stayed hard.

Once they all came in her, it was time to abuse her some more until they grew hard again. A rope was hung across the room about waist high. Brooke was forced to straddle it, her arms tied behind her back, her breasts tied until they were bulging out from the tight ropes, her nipples almost purple with blood. Along the rope were knots. Keith wielded the riding crop this time, enjoying the way it smacked on her lovely ass cheeks. Each time he prodded her along the rope, all the men's eyes on her pussy as she was forced to ride the rope, each knot slowly and deliberately forced through her pussy lips until it popped out between her ass; Brooke groaning each time the rough, thick rope skinned across her tender insides. Once she got to one end, she was forced to walk backwards, Michael pulling the rope up higher so the knots would visit her tender asshole. Twice she walked the rope until the rope was pink with her juices and her pussy raw and sore.

It tore at her pussy, each knot more painful then the last, but by time she was travelling along the rope the second time, her body exploded into an unexpected orgasm that shook her. They refused to let her stop, even while she came, the riding crop whipping her ass harder, and her legs almost refusing to move. The orgasm only made her tenderer, the men harsher.

Keith never realized that a girl could be bound in so many imaginative ways. Michael and Stephen seemed to know all of them. They would bind her in stringent bondage, Brooke barely able to breathe, let along move. Then they would bring out the toys. Nipple clamps bit into her nipples, the serrated edges pinching her nipple flesh between the unyielding metal, her mouth used to get them men hard again, unable to stop them when they forced her to swallow their cocks, her eyes tearing as she choked and gagged on the thick man flesh. If one cock wasn't bad enough, they tried to force two cocks into her mouth until her lips looked like they would rip open. Saliva dripped from her mouth, but the men cared little except for their pleasure.

Her legs were spread open and bound while they abused her pussy with clamps, whips, and anything they could find. Her clit was even pinched and bound, swollen with blood that would not release, hard and tender. An electric toothbrush went to work on it, and it only took Brooke minutes before she came again, but they refused to stop until it was blood red.

Brooke learned what a spreader bar was, the men fucking her in all her holes as she was moved from one position to another, always unable to close her legs and stop the cocks from entering whatever hole they wanted. She came a third time while being fucked, at the same time Keith came in her mouth, forcing her to swallow his cum as she came around Gino's massive cock in her pussy.



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It has been six months since Keith came home. Brooke had made their new house into a home, decorating it to their tastes. Every night she would have a hot dinner waiting for him. Michael must have got a new girl, their visits to their home less frequent, more business than pleasure. Keith was still doing well. Brooke missed it a little, but Keith had leaned a lot from them and his imagination was increasing.

Brooke had learned to love the stringent bondage and Keith never failed to satisfy her desires. It was at least weekly that she would find herself naked and bound and spread while Keith worked over her helpless body. He was imaginative, finding the most mundane things that he used on her body. He could go into the hardware store and come out with such delightful items that would pinch, crush or pierce many parts of her intimate body. The only thing that she missed was having more than one man inside her at a time.

Tonight, Silvia and her husband Robert came over for dinner. They were just having a drink after dinner. They had met them two months ago and were spending more time together. Silvia was a shy girl, cute, red hair with a good figure. Robert was more outgoing, a salesmen, but he pampered his wife a little too much. A couple of times only Robert and Keith had gone out for drinks and talked after a few too many drinks. That is where they concocted the plan. Even Brooke didn't realized what it was. She suspected something when Keith brought out the marijuana. Silvia had a shocked look on her face, but her husband took charge, Silvia backing down immediately.

The first joint was passed around and it wasn't until the second was lit that the men noticed Silvia's glassy eyes. Brooke head was abuzz with the drugs, remembering the first time with Michael and Stephen and how they had taken advantage of her. By the time the second joint was finished, Silvia could barely move.

Silvia never felt this way before. Her head was floating. It was as if she was looking down at her own body, her muscles feeling like Jell-O, barely able to move. She could only watch as the men got up, but it was Keith that walked over to her, Robert moving towards Brooke. Keith was cute, so smart, a bit jealous of Brooke. He was so much more successful then Robert, though she loved him.

"Stand up." Keith stood in front of her, looking down at the short dress that had ridden up her legs.

It wasn't a question, but more of an order. She didn't understand, but it was like when her father told her something. It was demanding and almost daring her to disobey. She never did disobey with her father. She regretted sometimes. She got up, her legs barely able to hold her up.

He kissed her, one hand around her waist pinning her against him, the other on the back of her head. He felt her struggle for a second, then her lips opened and his tongue explored her mouth, running over her teeth and gums until he felt her tongue. She began to move her tongue against his, relaxing his hold on her head, but he began to rock his hips back and forth against her.

He was kissing her, deep kisses, his hands holding her pinned until she relented. She waited for Robert to stop him, but nothing, finally surrendering to the drugs and Keith. She could feel his cock rubbing against her, rubbing back and forth, a strange feeling between her legs. He finally released her mouth, stepping back. She looked over at Robert, but he was sitting on the couch with Brooke and his hand was under her skirt. She was lying back on the couc; her legs spread wide, Robert's hand busy beneath her skirt as he stared at her. She felt Keith behind her then looked down to see his hands slide around her waist, a shiver running through her. It was as if it were happening to someone else, the hands moving up to the top of her blouse. It opened one button, her heavy arms barely able to move up, but he slapped them away, scolding her until they hung uselessly at her side. She could only watch as he opened all the buttons, pulling the blouse from her skirt. She turned red in shame when he slipped in from her shoulders, but her hands were clenched into fists at her side, afraid of defying him. "No, don't," she protested, but Keith and Robert only smiled at her. Robert had pulled Brookes panties off, her skirt hiked up to reveal her blonde bush and her naked pussy. His fingers were stroking her, just as he did to Silvia.

He pushed her forward while he worked on the catch of her bra, unsnapping it, her arms rushing up to grab it before it fell away. He pulled her hair until she was upright. "Put your hands down, Silvia!"

"No, don't let him strip me naked, Robert," she pleaded, but he was too interested in Brooke, two fingers already pumping into her wet pussy. How could Brooke let her husband do that in front of Keith? Her drugged body slumped in surrender, her arms falling to the side as the bra slipped down over her breasts, rubbing her nipples until they turned into hard rocks. Keith looked over her shoulder at her naked breasts as she blushed. "No," she cried out again in vain, as Keith's fingers explored her naked breasts until she was slumped back against him, feeling his hard cock on her ass cheeks as his fingers played such wonderful feeling on her nipples and breasts. He wasn't gentle like Robert, his fingers pinching and pulling them until they stood out hard and demanding, the blood racing through the tips.

She had to stop him, feeling his hand on the side of her skirt. She couldn't let him strip her naked. Not in front of her husband. She tried to turn around, but Keith was ready.

"You're going to have to learn to obey!"

Her father said the same thing to her, Silvia feeling a belt on her ass as he punished her. He humiliated her as he punished her, pulling her skirt up, her panties down, even though she was a mature girl. He whipped her naked ass with the belt. It wasn't a belt that Keith had, but soft purple rope. He pulled her arms behind her back, crossing them behind her, Silvia not sure why she held them still so he could tie them, but she did. In minutes, she was bound, stripped naked to the waist and Keith went to work on the rest of her clothes. Her skirt was next, Keith making her bend over as his hands caressed her panty covered ass cheeks, but it was worse when his hand ran down the front panel of her panties and patted her mound. He made her spread her legs, or maybe she did it herself, Silvia no longer sure through the drug haze. His fingers pinched her pussy lips together and she felt the wetness between her legs. Her panties were next, slipping them down her legs, Silvia no longer fighting it, spreading her legs without being told, even as she turned red in shame. She looked for help from Robert, but he was standing up, Brooke bound like she was and kneeling between her legs as Robert fed his cock into her mouth. Silvia had never done that to Robert, watching as Brooke's oval mouth took him deep inside as Robert's hips began to move, his cock slipping in and out her lips. She could feel Keith's fingers rubbing her pussy, pushing apart her lips and rubbing her increasing wetness up and down her slit.

"Your turn, Silvia. On your knees." Keith took out his cock, pushing down his pants and shorts.

She had no choice as his hands pushed down on her shoulders until she was on her knees, staring at Keith's naked cock. He was stroking it just inches from her mouth. She couldn't do that, it was filthy and perverted, taking Keith's cock in her mouth. He might cum in her mouth. What would I do with a mouthful of cum?

Keith ran his cock over her lips as he leaked his juices. He tilted her head back until she was staring at him. He liked the way she looked, her arms bound behind her, her naked tits ready for his fingers to abuse while she sucked him off. He pushed his fingers into her mouth, feeling her reluctance at first, but she gradually let his fingers open her mouth until he fed the head of his cock into her mouth. Her lips were pulled tightly around his cock, trapped and unable to escape any longer. "Use your tongue, Silvia. Suck me." He began to fuck her mouth, his hips driving his cock in and out of her mouth, holding her head as he held her submissively against him. She didn't try to get away, minutes before he felt her tongue licking around the head of his cock so gingerly. He used her mouth, taking broader strokes until the head of his cock banged against her throat. She bucked for a moment, but he held her fast, applying pressure until he saw her mouth open wide as she choked loudly. It was all he needed, pushing harder until he felt the extreme tightness of her throat crushing the head of his cock. He began to fuck her throat as he held her head up so he could see her tear stained eyes as he throat fucked her. "Your wife is a natural cock sucker, Robert. She just needs to be taught."

Silvia couldn't believe what Keith was doing to her, but the cock in her throat refused to leave. She choked and gagged, but he only pulled out at the end, her mouth flooded with a river of cum. Cum that was not her husbands. Her cheeks ballooned out as she tried to contain it all.

Keith rubbed her throat. "Swallow it all, Silvia. Or I'll have to punish you." He kept his hands on her throat as he felt her gulping down his cum.

Robert and Brooke watched them, Brooke naked and on Robert's lap, her wrists bound behind her back, his cock inside her pussy as Robert bounced her up and down on his rigid cock. As soon as her belly was filled with his hot cum, Keith was ready to move onto something new. His cock barely shrunk even after he came. Silvia found herself bent over the ottoman, her naked ass thrust up into the air, her legs bound to the side of the ottoman until she couldn't close her legs. She expected to feel him inside her pussy, but instead, her soiled panties were shoved into her mouth to silence her. She tried to escape as a cold, wet finger penetrated her anus, digging deep inside her, rubbing back and forth, feelings something cold bathing her round tube. She still didn't fathom what was going to happen, too humiliated to be bound and spread over the ottoman and fingered by Keith. She felt the relief when his finger left her asshole, almost a little disappointed when it was empty. She screamed into the gag when she felt Keith's cock placed against her asshole, the slick hole and cock needing only a second before her anal ring burst open and sucked the head of his cock into her rectum. She could only shake her ass to try to escape the shameful sodomy, but it only made it easier for Keith to drive his cock deeper into her guts.

"I love a hot, tight virgin hole to fuck." Keith went to work on Silvia, taking her with the full measure of his cock. She squirmed and tried to move away, but he followed her every movement, his cock enjoying the feeling of being in the hot blanket of her intestine.

She hated it at first, but Keith wouldn't let her stay that way. His hands slid under her, two fingers fucking her pussy until she was drenched in her own juices, his fingers in her pussy and cock in her asshole feeling like they were meeting someplace deep in her body. Then he found her clit, twisting and turning it, pinching and prodding it until it swelled in unexpected pleasure. She struggled against the rope that kept her bound and spread, but that only added to the pleasure that was building in her body. She held off as long as she could, milking his cock as she fucked her asshole back onto the hard, demanding cock that was demeaning her with this shameful sodomy. The first jet of cum that sprayed her innocent asshole with its fiery juices is what sent her orgasm spiraling, her body shaking in uncontrollable pleasure. She came all over his fingers as the cock in her asshole reamed her out, spewing hot cum through her guts until he finally stopped, his cock deep in her cum soaked guts. She finally had to squeeze his cock out.

Keith untied her, even helping to undress her, Silvia unable or not wanting to stop him as his hands leisurely caressed her naked body before he covered it up. In minutes, they were all sitting on the couch as if nothing had happened, not a word said, even though the ropes were still piled on the table.

They drank and played cards as if nothing happened, but Silvia could still feel the cum draining from her once virgin asshole. It was as though nothing had happened.

"It's getting late, we should go honey, "Robert speaking to his wife.

"Yes, it is. I'm ready." She should have run out a long time ago, but for some reason she didn't.

Keith and Brooke stood at the door, his hand around her waist as they said goodnight to Robert and Silvia. "Brooke is making her special Lasagna tomorrow night. It's her specialty. You want to come over for diner." Keith looked at Robert.

"What do you think, Silvia?" Robert looked at his wife for an answer.

"She'll come, Robert! After dinner, I'm going to strip her naked and tie her on the bed. I have a nice spreader bar that will keep her legs spread for us. Then the both of us are going to fuck her pussy and asshole at the same time. Isn't that right, Silvia?" His voice was loud and demanding.

Silvia looked at Keith. "Yes, I love lasagna." What had Keith unleashed in me?

The End





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