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Subject: Trained Slut - part II - New author - Looking for reactions
Date: Saturday, December 30, 2006 8:10 PM
DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 OR OFFENDED BY ADULT MATERIAL
I have two females in my immediate family, one of which has intrigued me for
years due to her nature. My adult stepdaughter Emily, is one of these women,
my wife is the other. My wife doesn't intrigue me. She is as predictable as
they come, as conservative as its possible to be. Quite by accident one day,
I had an opportunity to get my stepdaughter practically naked and from then
on, I've possessed a certain fixation for her that still surprises me today.
As fantasy for me is just as fulfilling as reality and sometimes more so,
there's never been a need to attempt a seduction, but some of the things
she's innocently revealed about herself in real life have fuelled a
wonderful fantasy life for me. I will always be thankful to her for that.
I'm also thankful for the extensive video collection I've amassed with her
unwitting participation due to the spy-cam I installed in my bathroom.
Simply put, more fuel for fantasy.
For years I've read pornographic literature, sometimes preferring it to
visual media and now I'm finding that it's just as much fun to write as it
is to read. When I was in grade school, the first lesson in creative writing
was to base fiction on fact, so almost unavoidably, Emily has become the
focus of my first fiction.
It would be wonderful to receive feedback on my work and I would especially
be interested to hear from anyone who is in a position similar to my own. I
can imagine many males in similar situations, but I admit I find it hard to
conceive of a female that has an urge to read or write anything as off the
wall as what follows. Maybe 7 years is too long to be married to a
conservative spouse? If you decide to take the time to respond, I would be
grateful to know whether I'm reading an email from a male or a female.
Contact me at: Crikey_2004@hotmail.com
Anyway, without further adieu, the story...
Trained Slut - part II (don't look for part 1. It hasn't been written yet!)
Bob let himself into his friend's apartment, as he'd been instructed to do.
When he first laid eyes on her, he was stopped dead in his tracks by what he
saw. He'd expected something like it, but was still struck speechless by
what he was seeing, much like an art student laying eyes on the original
Mona Lisa for the first time. Dave had prepped him, sure, but actually
seeing his buddy like this was decidedly the most erotic sight he'd ever
been fortunate enough to behold. And he hadn't even seen all there was to
see. Right now, standing right there, he could only see that she was on her
hands and knees, facing away from him, possibly unaware of his presence. He
looked long and hard at her dainty feet, then her toned and tanned legs.
Even the strands of leather connected to what was obviously a whip handle
protruding from her anus seemed a right and fitting compliment to that
beautifully peach shaped ass. He loved the way the flesh of her deeply
tanned thighs was cut off abruptly by the alabaster skin over a portion of
her bottom, where tanning met the lack of regular exposure to the sun. He
was pleased to note that the cut of her bikinis must have made for a fairly
electrifying sight when viewed on a beach. But this sight only served to
draw his attention back down to the lust-drenched, pouting lips of her
denuded pussy between those muscular thighs. Eventually he forced his eyes
to travel upwards once more, taking in her hips, which looked so wide in
comparison to her waist, her backbone pointing a straight, feminine line
towards her softly freckled shoulders. Her head was up, causing her rich,
long brown hair to cascade over each shoulder and half way to the floor. But
this was not a still life.
This vision was in motion. Her head was moving backwards and forwards in the
unmistakable movement of a woman providing fellatio to a man. That man was
his closest friend, Dave, standing fully dressed in front of her, looking
directly at Bob, a smile on his face. Instead of acknowledging his friend
immediately, he gave a verbal instruction for Emily to take him fully into
her mouth with each stroke and suck him much harder than she had been. Bob
heard Emily groan around his shaft, but he also saw an immediate increase in
the backward-forward motion she was making.
Eventually Bob's curiosity got the better of him and he took a step to the
side and advanced, so he could look at her from the side. He was a little
surprised to see that her full tits were indeed big enough to swing, albeit
not much, as she continued her backward-forward sway onto and off the
erection that protruded from his unzipped jeans. Suddenly, a gasp escaped
his lips as he realized what had made her groan earlier. He was looking at
the one, erect nipple he could see at this angle, but not just at that. The
gasp was the result of seeing the piercing that attached her nipple to the
fine chain held in Dave's grasp. Emily heard the gasp and reacted
immediately, attempting to pull away from Dave's deeply impaling cock. The
chain went tight and in pain, she ploughed forward again, her lips pressing
into Dave's crotch, taking him fully into her throat. She was further
rewarded with a few words of encouragement from Dave, telling her that he
knew she could take all nine inches of him, and a warning that she'd better
keep doing it like that now. With a whimper, she went back to her
forward-backward motion, unable to stop what she was doing and unable to
look around to see whom it was in the room with them.
Bob watched her work on him for a few moments more before the urge to let
her know who was there got the better of him. He could see that Dave had her
well under control and she'd be unable to do anything other than continue
her task, even after finding out the identity of her audience. He took
another couple of steps towards Dave and was now able to see that both her
nipples were pierced and there was a third chain connected to her nipple
rings that was fairly tightly pressed into her stomach as it made its way
towards her pussy. Dave noticed what he was looking at and told him that
he'd done it himself the previous week, as a punishment for slow compliance.
Emily still could not see him, but she was trying to do so at some expense
to her limited comfort. As she forced her head to the side a little, while
still working on the cock deep in her mouth in a vain attempt to see whom it
was, one nipple would stretch and lift one straining breast in a most
uncomfortable, yet exciting way.
Another two steps forward and Bob was within her narrow field of vision. She
made a startled cry and sob, but continued her task, her cheeks hollowing
prettily around Dave's shaft as she did her best to suck strongly and not
gag too much. Bob watched her work, saw her whole face turn redder and
redder by the moment as she was forced to take her master towards his climax
with her own father looking greedily on. Finally, Dave announced that he was
about to come and asked Bob whether he'd like to see Emily swallow his come
or have her face bathed in it. Bob replied as casually as his shaken
composure would allow that he'd really like to see a little of both, if that
were possible. He was quickly rewarded with just such a sight, as Dave
allowed Emily to release his cock from her mouth just in time for the first,
large splash of semen to leap the gap between the head of his now exposed
manhood and her open mouth. The second and third caught her in the eye and
nose before he brutally rammed it back into her and squirted a few more
times. He told her to hold his remaining load in her mouth so she could be a
good little slut and show her daddy how much of her master's precious cum
she'd been able to save. She was silently crying now, tears streaming down
her cheeks, but doing what she'd been told, either too scared or too well
trained to disobey.
Dave leaned forward, kissed her on the top of her head, then dropped the
chains and stepped away from her, tucking his still substantially erect
member back into his pants and he did so. Emily kept her head forward, her
eyes closed to shut out the sight of her father seeing her naked and in such
a state.
Dave told her to open her mouth and look at Bob, which she reluctantly did.
Bob saw she had indeed saved a considerable amount of his cum, her tongue
swimming in the stuff. After he thought Bob had seen enough, Dave told Emily
to swallow and assume, 'the position'. Emily swallowed, but was reluctant to
move, to which Dave quickly responded by counting. He only got to 3 by the
time Emily was on her feet in front of the pair, her hands clasped behind
her head, the chains attached to her nipples dangling down to just above her
knees. Looking at her, Bob was again taken by her beauty.
Seen in clothes, she was a beautiful woman. Yet naked, she was outstanding.
Her long neck was adorned by a simple dog collar. Her pierced nipples larger
than pencil erasers, breasts pert and outthrust, pubic region hairless, the
slot of her pussy smooth and inviting, triple triangles of creamy white
flesh evidence to many summers of bikini-wearing and an ever-so-slight bulge
to her tummy slim testament to a long-past pregnancy. Yes, she was simply
outstanding.
Both Dave and Bob took many minutes to drink in her beauty before Dave broke
the silence, telling Bob that he was just about ready to have his little
fuckslut take her final exam. Bob knew what Dave meant, but wanted to hear
him say it out loud, knowing that Emily would be hearing this for the first
time. As if reading Bob's mind, Dave continued. He explained to Bob as if
Bob was hearing this for the first time, that Emily had passed the oral
exam, swallowing load after load of cum from guys she'd selected, greedily
and enthusiastically. She passed the anal exam, giving her ass to him
willingly and regularly, without complaint or reluctance. She had passed the
group exam, taking on four guys at once and satisfying them all within the
time allotted. She had passed the slut exam, choosing her own slutty, almost
illegal outfit for the occasion. She had dressed in a micro-mini without
underwear that showed butt-cheek and pussy any time she moved at a brisk
pace, a jacket with only one button in the front that showed a substantial
cleavage, and 4-inch heels.
This had impressed both Dave and later Bob, when he'd seen the tape of the
occasion. She'd gone on to satisfy a number of strangers Dave had picked at
random and had her seduce with no thought to her personal preference. He
laughed at the memory of the hobo he'd set her on and again when telling of
the high school boy who'd thought all his Christmases had come at once when
she'd invited him to fuck her in the ass. He went on to tell of the test
with girls, where she'd sucked and pleasured with her hands like a true
lesbian, finishing with the test she'd almost failed.
Dave told of the guy she'd been instructed to pleasure with her mouth, pussy
then ass, finishing the session with a face-full of cum after a final bit of
oral. He told Bob of her reluctance when he'd had the guy pull out of her
ass and had instructed her to finish his shit-smeared cock off with her
mouth. She had done it though, and that was what had ultimately counted!
He also dropped in that Emily now religiously gave herself an enema, in case
a similar situation should arise. She'd passed the slave test, presenting
her bottom and breasts to be paddled mercilessly, had learned to obey
without thought, his every command and even submitted to being his toilet,
taking many streams of urine into her willing mouth. She'd just passed the
humiliation test, performing with her own dad watching and now she was ready
for the last test.
Dave and Bob had differed in opinions as to whether she was well enough
along in her new life to go along with this test, even after passing what
Bob had thought was an impossible-to-pass test. She'd successfully given a
dog an orgasm with an audience of twenty girls and guys looking on, not even
needing to pretend she was enjoying an animal cock sliding in and out of her
dripping pussy, as it was obvious how aroused she'd become. She'd even
hammed it up for the camera, this previously camera-shy prude, begging the
dog to give it to her harder and faster as she roughly squeezed and pulled
on her rock-hard nipples. Bob was of the opinion that she'd flat refuse.
Dave said she'd do it and enjoy it if only because it was so taboo. Well,
now they'd both find out.
Finally, Dave instructed Emily to present her ass to her daddy and try to
persuade him to fuck it. At that moment, Dave proved that his training
methods were supremely efficient. Emily's face was still a blotchy red from
her earlier crying, but her tears had dried up. There was no hesitation in
her that Bob could detect. She spun around, bent at the waist, grabbed the
base of the whip still stuck in her ass and waggled it. Looking over her
shoulder at her father, she asked, putting on a little girl's voice, for her
daddy to please help her out. All he had to do, she said, was replace the
nasty whip handle stuck up her butt with his nice, hard, slippery cock,
that'd feel so much nicer than the cold handle she was being forced to use
as a substitute.
Bob couldn't move or even speak at first, so overcome was he by emotion.
Here was the little girl he'd come to love since marrying her mother 7 years
ago, begging the man she'd come to call dad, to stick his cock in her ass.
Emily took his silence as a refusal and attempted to up the ante. She told
him she knew she was a selfish little slut and hoped he would give her
bottom a good spanking while he fucked it, to teach her a lesson for being
such a cunt towards her mom all these years.
When he still made no move towards her, she offered to take him home to fuck
her while she licked her mom out too. That last suggestion finally spurred
Bob on. He looked at Dave and said how much he'd love to see his wife
getting her cunt lapped by Emily while he fucked her senseless.
Dave floored him again by agreeing that he should do it. Dave used his
success with Emily as proof that he knew women and said he was confident
Bob's wife would be even easier to control than Emily, given her obvious
submissive tendencies. He said that all Bob would need to do would be to
forcefully tell her to do something and she's do it, not even considering
the option of disagreeing with the man she married.
Emily went right on wiggling her ass at her dad while the two men talked.
They talked about the possibility of introducing Bob's wife to the new and
improved Emily just like she was, instead of reintroducing her as the
well-mannered, presentable and charming young woman they'd originally
planned. They also talked about the likelihood that Bob's wife would not
disown both her husband and daughter much less allow them to drag her into
their depraved experiment.
Dave was so sure of himself that he suggested that if Bob simply phoned his
wife and flat-out told her to stop whatever she was doing and get naked and
if she if did, his opinion would be proved. Bob had to agree that if she
did, there had definitely been a part of her character that he and not Dave,
had missed. So Bob did, and to his surprise, his wife agreed to do as she
was told, with hardly any argument, despite not knowing what Bob had in
mind. Bob told her to wait like that till he got home then he hung up the
phone.
As soon as Bob got off the phone, Dave knew he'd won. Dave simply clipped a
leash to Emily's dog collar and announced it was time to go. Bob, startled,
asked what Emily would wear. Dave responded that Emily had no need of
clothing, since she'd only have to take it off again anyway. After all, he
concluded, it was only a five-minute drive to Bob's place and Emily would
only actually be outside in full view for a matter of seconds at a time.
Bob walked behind Emily, taking considerable pleasure in watching her walk
along just behind her master, completely naked, the whip handle still
protruding from her rear like a tail, swishing enticingly as she walked.
Dave made one stop before leaving the house, to get a pair of those
amazingly high heels he'd taught Emily to wear. She groaned as she lifted
her leg to fit the first shoe to her foot, feeling the whip handle move
inside her. Once on, the 6" shoes made Emily nearly 6" tall, and although
shorter than both Bob and Dave, still an imposing figure. They also corded
the muscles in Emily's legs in a very erotic fashion, making her calves
look, if possible, even more athletic.
Bob was suddenly very nervous when they reached his car, parked in Dave's
driveway. He knew what caused it right away. He was embarrassed for his
daughter, standing in public, naked except for a dog collar and high heels.
He looked over the roof of the car at her as he unlocked his door. Her
breathing was shallow, the cleavage between her lovely, naked breasts a
mottled, flushed color. She was practically panting, but not in
embarrassment, he realized. She was getting ready to orgasm! Dave, who was
standing next to her, had been manipulating her clit while they waited for
Bob and as Bob watched, Dave brought his dewy fingers to Emily's mouth and
she greedily began to suck on them, oblivious to her surroundings. It could
have been downtown New York for all she cared, Bob guessed.
Opening the door, he climbed in. Dave got in the passenger's seat and
directed Emily into a position on hands and knees, on the back seat. Bob
started the car, threw it into reverse, and backed down the driveway, not
able to concentrate too well on his driving due to the vision in the
rearview mirror. Once on the road, Dave leaned over, turned down the car's
radio, and suggested that Bob might like to hear one of the little
fuckslut's favorite fantasies instead of boring music for the short drive to
Bob's house. Bob thought that was a fantastic idea.
Emily quietly asked if she'd be allowed to masturbate while she spoke and
Dave had her repeat her request, addressing herself this time to her father
in what he called, a 'proper' voice. Using her little girl's voice once
more, Emily asked her father this time. She referred to herself in the third
person as a filthy, horny little cumslut if hand asked if her daddy minded
her rubbing her cunt and pulling on her nipples while she related her
favorite fantasy of the moment for their enjoyment as well as hers.
Bob could only nod, looking at his daughter in the mirror as she changed
position and supported herself on the edge of the seat, effectively freeing
her hands so she could play with herself. Emily's fantasy turned out to be a
slave fantasy, where she was sold naked at a public auction, with children
running around and men and women looking on, interested to see how much
she'd sell for. Her fantasy was particularly detailed, including things like
a breeze that stiffened her nipples as she posed naked for the buyers and an
ex-boyfriend's new woman that threw an egg at her, hitting her cheek and
causing egg-innards to drip down her face and onto her chest. It even
included a particularly vicious-sounding pussy whipping that almost made Bob
cum in his pants.
In the short drive, Emily came twice, but did not stop relating her fantasy
for more than a couple of seconds at a time, while she recovered her breath
from her exertions. Sooner than Bob would have liked, as he had really been
enjoying Emily's story of her own fantasy abuse, they arrived home. Dave
opened his door to get out but Bob stopped him, telling him that he was
going to enter the house alone and see if his wife truly had discarded her
clothes. He was, after all, her husband and if she was going to hit the
roof, it'd be better if she didn't do it in front of Dave.
Many things went through Bob's head as he walked towards his front door.
There were various visions of Emily naked and begging for her own father's
cock. Then there was the vision he fully expected to see of an angry wife
sitting in the living room, fully dressed and ready to cut him down to size.
He wondered how it was really possible that he'd gotten to the point he was
at now and would he suddenly wake up from this wet dream? He wondered if he
really wanted to take Emily, in her ass, or any of her other available holes
for that matter. His softening member twitched, reminding him of how hard
he'd stayed on the ride home, but was he really hard for Emily, or just hard
because of the fantastic way she was acting, the way she looked or the
wonderfully feminine way she smelled, all horny and ready for sex? All this
thinking spanned the 15 or so seconds it took to reach the front door and
insert his key. He opened the front door and walked to the living room. As
expected, his lovely wife sat on the couch, a scowl quickly replaced with a
welcoming smile that warned him of danger. Unexpectedly, she was also naked!
Thoughts of Emily were pushed to the back of his mind as he appraised her.
She was about the same size as her daughter, but her breasts were a lot more
pendulous, being a large D-cup, compared to Emily's small C-cup. Tight brown
curls adorned her mons and no tan lines were apparent, thanks to many
sessions in a tanning bed. Her hair was also much lighter than her
daughter's, thanks to many dollars spent getting just the color she was
looking for. But his thoughts went back to the look she gave him when he
entered. What was that about? He decided to simply ask her. Her response
surprised him, as had so much else that day.
She told him she was doing what he wanted her to do, but was worried that he
was bringing Dave over, or that it was Emily coming in and she'd find her
sitting there in all her glory, which would have been so embarrassing! She
was glad Bob had been by himself and asked if he was proud of her for doing
what she was told.
Proud! The word took a moment to register in his overloaded brain. She was
seeking his approval! It was just like Dave had said! His wife truly was
his, in body as well as in marriage! Instantly, a far more interesting
scenario than Emily had suggested formed itself in his mind. Maybe he'd fuck
his daughter yet, but his voyeuristic tendencies far outweighed his desire
to mess with Emily.
Just seeing her fucked would be enough for him. He knew it, like he knew he
was a married man. Fucking his wife rather than his daughter was a far more
appealing thought right now. Fucking her after letting his buddy Dave take a
sample would be even better! Bob sat down next to his wife and told her that
both Emily and Dave were in the car outside. He held up his hand to shush
her before she could say anything, and then continued. He told her that not
only was Dave in the car with Emily, but that Dave had, that afternoon,
surprised him by unveiling his latest creation; a changed Emily that was as
different from the rude, obnoxious, selfish Emily that had gone to stay with
him 6 weeks earlier, as evening is from morning. He went on to say that he
was going to bring Emily and Dave in and see if she was happy with the
changes he'd wrought in Emily. But, he said in a rush, feeling that his wife
was working towards a very vocal disagreement, it was only fair to give Dave
a very special treat first, and her sitting naked on the couch when Dave
entered was just perfect.
He added that he would be extremely proud of her if she just did what he
told her for the afternoon, and how much he loved her. To Bob, it was like
turning down a dimmer dial. His wife, upon hearing that he would be proud of
her if she exposed herself to his friend, went from ready-to-explode to a
low simmer in nothing flat. Her only question after that was what Bob
thought Emily would think of her. Bob just smiled and assured her that Emily
would have agreed with his idea 110%. Bob quickly kissed his wife on the
lips and got to his feet, telling her how beautiful and special she was to
him, making her smile brightly, if somewhat uncertainly.
When Bob returned minutes later with Dave leading a very naked, horny Emily
on a leash, the only sound in the room was a gasp from Bob's wife, followed
by a whistle from Dave. Emily, totally unconcerned now about her nudity,
gave her mother a bright smile and a warm hello, followed by a simple
explanation for the state she was in. She explained in just a few words that
she'd spent her whole life being a bitch to her mom and now she was hoping
to make up for it and prove to her mother that she could be a good girl and
how truly sorry she was. A couple of tears preceded Emily pulling her mom to
her feet and embracing her tightly, her mom's head practically mashed into
Emily's naked chest, due to the 6" heels Emily wore. Bob's wife, who had
been attempting to cover herself from Dave's lustful gaze, held the embrace
just so she could be hidden from Dave's view for a few moments longer.
Eventually Bob got everyone seated except Emily, who knelt at Dave's feet,
the whip handle still buried in her ass but now pressed against the carpet
as if she were crouching on a tiny stool. She put her hands behind her head,
thrust her boobs out proudly, and closed her eyes, ready to wait until she
was needed again. Bob's wife sat there with a hand covering her lap and the
other arm over her ample chest, only managing to make her chest look more
delectable. Bob ignored his wife's embarrassment and after a short silence,
began by explaining to her about the final graduation test Emily was to
pass, ensuring she understood that nothing sexual had happened between him
and Emily yet.
Dave took over, explaining the need for the test. In the uncanny way he had
with women, he soon had Bob's wife at ease and nodding her agreement,
actually participating in a serious conversation and seeming to forget her
nudity for the most part instead of bawling him out and forcing him out of
the house.
Bob sat there listening, a sort of surreal feeling pervading his thoughts.
Here he was, in his own living room, with his friend Dave, just like usual,
except for the fantastic sight of not only his naked wife having an animated
conversation with Dave but his daughter kneeling off to his friend's side,
completely naked but for a pair of 6" heels, nipple rings with chains
hanging from each, a third leading to her pierced pussy and a dog collar
around her neck to cap it all off.
In a way, the dreamlike situation made it possible for him to say what he'd
planned. When he saw that Dave and his wife's conversation had wound down a
little, he interjected quietly that he wanted his wife to be with Emily, as
Emily had much more to make amends for with her mother than with him.
Bob's wife's head shot around to look at him, horror written all over her
face. Dave looked at Bob's wife and told her he agreed with Bob. The
conversation went on at full force for a couple of minutes between Dave and
Bob's wife, Bob choosing to stay out of it for the most part. In the end,
Dave reminded Bob's wife that Bob wanted it and that was all there was to
it, which took the wind out of her sails. Bob had one more demand to make of
his wife but he thought he'd wait until Emily had done her thing with her
mother, to ensure she would be primed and ready to acquiesce to this demand.
Dave snapped his fingers and Emily immediately jumped to her feet. Bob had
been looking in her direction and had begun to notice the effort She'd put
into maintaining the crouch she'd been in. Her calves must have been
absolutely burning, he thought to himself, holding a crouch while wearing
those heels for at least a full 5 minutes now. Dave suggested that Bob tell
his wife where he wanted her and Bob replied that he was happy for her to
stay right where she sat, but to open her legs as wide as she could.
Bob's wife briefly pleaded with him to reconsider, which abruptly made Bob
angry. Here he was married to a woman for 7 years and it took his friend to
tell him that she'd do anything for him! It made Bob feel stupid and he
didn't like to feel stupid, especially in front of his wife, daughter and
best friend. As a result, Bob's voice became quiet and measured, but nasty,
a sign that he was holding a storm inside. He told his wife that she had
better do what she was told without further whining because he was sure Dave
would agree to use the whip that was, right now, embedded in Emily's ass, on
her.
Dave, who sat next to Bob's wife, was delighted to see this hot, mature
woman's legs fly apart, displaying her pussy for all to see. Bob told Emily
to get her 'fat ass' down in front of her mother and get to work, warning
that if he didn't her Emily's mom begging for more within 60 seconds, he was
going to pull the whip out of her ass and use it ON her ass, as hard as he
could.
Emily got right to work and Bob's anger disappeared as quickly as it'd come,
replaced with a fascination to see how his wife was going to react to having
her daughter work on her pussy. Bob knew that his wife was particularly
quiet in bed, so getting her mother to beg was going to be a challenge he
was sure his daughter was going to be unable to overcome. After at least a
minute, by Bob's estimation, his wife was still silently sitting on the
couch with her legs spread, but one thing that Bob could tell about his wife
was that Emily was doing a good job on her because his wife's breathing was
already at what he considered her pre-orgasmic pant. A stranger looking at
her would see nothing out of the ordinary, but that was one thing that Bob
could always tell for sure about his lovely wife.
Taking hold of the protruding handle of the whip, he slowly drew it out of
his daughter's anus, marveling at how tightly she was holding on to it. In
his hand at last, he briefly inspected the handle, only to find it clean and
fairly dry, which surprised him. He'd never whipped anyone before, let alone
his own daughter's naked bottom, but he quickly decided it was a lot of fun,
as he laid on lash after lash, not breaking the alabaster skin, but creating
vicious looking lines across each cheek. Emily grunted and groaned around
her mom's pussy, but never once stopped her work. After about 20 lashes, Bob
stopped and decided enough was enough. He was rock hard inside his pants and
he was sure Dave was too. It was time for his second announcement. Grabbing
Emily's hair and pulling her off her mom's pussy, he told Emily to get his
cock out and begin blowing him.
It wasn't about having his own daughter suck him off, although he quickly
found out how good she was at it, but rather it was about the power of being
able to just tell her to do it and she would. In a way designed to seem like
an offhand invitation, Bob suggested that Dave may 'help him out' by seeing
to his wife's climax. Dave was more than happy to oblige, neither of them
consulting Bob's wife, a fact which Bob quickly made clear to her.
The feeling of power over others, Bob decided, was just as good as the
feeling he was getting from Emily's ministrations. Bob's wife, in turn just
continued to sit there with her legs spread until Dave told her exactly how
he wanted her. Bob was pleased to see that she wasted no time complying with
Dave's demands when he told her to get her knees on the edge of the couch
and grip the back so he could fuck her doggie-style. Bob wished his wife
could have seen the cock Dave was releasing from his pants at that moment.
It was as impressive as his own and was going to stretch his wife's channel
as much as his did. Once again he was going to be out of luck for sex during
the next couple of days while her soreness wore off, he said to himself.
Then it occurred to him that since he had his cock in his daughter's mouth
today, there was nothing to stop him putting it in her pussy or ass
tomorrow.
This thought just about made him erupt in Emily's mouth, so he quickly
withdrew, holding Emily's head away from his dick for the moment, then
moving to the recliner and motioned his naked daughter onto his lap. Now he
had a nice soft toy to play with while he watched his friend descend on his
wife. Dave's approach was fairly rough and Bob's wife felt the pummeling all
the way to her toes. Bob was so fascinated by how roughly his friend was
treating his wife, so soon after sweet-talking and laughing with her, that
he told Emily that she'd better not let him cum before his friend was
finished.
With this as a challenge, Emily began to fondle his cock and balls, leaving
the crown alone, but knew other tricks to keep him hard without setting him
off. The pair of them sat together on the recliner just like that while Dave
worked his magic on Bob's wife. Bob watched in silence as, for a solid 10
minutes, Dave fucked his wife, using long strokes all the way in and all the
way out, making her feel every inch as he crushed his pelvis against her ass
cheeks on the in-stroke. Bob watched in silence, his daughter on his lap
manipulating his cock and balls, his own hand idly playing with her pussy
while he pondered how he could sit there quietly watching his best friend
abuse, humiliate and fuck his wife.
Eventually he decided that this was what he'd always wanted. Meanwhile,
Dave's hands reached around Bob's wife and began to pull on her nipples,
stretching them obscenely until she cried out, then crushing the tit meat
between his fingers, leaving bruising that'd be there for days to come.
Eventually Dave announced he was about to cum and offered Bob's wife the
option of taking his cum in her mouth or in her ass. Bob knew what her
answer would be but waited for her to answer for herself. She responded by
telling Dave to cum in her pussy just as Bob had expected.
Dave, still thrusting into her from behind, slapped her ass really hard with
his hand, leaving 4 fingerprint marks on her, before telling her that she
wasn't being given that option. He asked her again, ass or mouth, now
humping into her twice as hard as before. Bob's wife had heard a similar
question from Bob on a number of occasions in the past, however he'd always
cum before being able to make her choose. She thought she'd be able to do
the same with Dave, but he just kept on pumping into her harder and harder,
now squeezing her boobs again, harder than ever.
Eventually, after waiting 30 seconds and getting no answer, he asked her
again, while twisting her nipples cruelly. That was just too much for Bob's
wife, and she screamed the single word 'mouth' over and over before adding
'hurts', so Dave and Bob began to hear her say 'mouth hurts'. Dave thought
that was really funny so he let go of her nipples and offered to cum in her
ass if her mouth hurt that much.
She quickly corrected herself, crying that she wanted him to cum in her
mouth and to please not hurt her anymore. Dave withdrew from her pussy and
flipped her over into a sitting position, telling her that he wouldn't hurt
her as long as she kept being a good girl and did what he said without
hesitation. He offered her his slippery cock and he obediently opened her
mouth to take it. Dave grabbed a handful of her hair and held it, pulling at
the roots before asking her if she thought she was too good to hold his cock
and feed herself.
The look of disgust on her face was priceless as she took his cock between
two fingers and once again opened her mouth, this time leaning towards him.
As soon as he was between her lips he thrust forward, gagging her on his
shaft. He instructed her to finger herself while she sucked him, and thrust
deeply into her mouth, gagging her again when she hesitated. She quickly got
the idea that to avoid being gagged on his cock-meat, she had to both suck
firmly and finger herself properly, which she began to do in earnest.
Even though he'd made her do it, Dave began to call her anything nasty he
could think of, making fun of the way she was acting like a two dollar whore
with her lips wrapped around someone other than her husband's cock and her
fingers buried in her pussy. He told her that at least her mouth was a
little tighter than her cunt and that she'd better lay off giving her sloppy
pussy away to anyone who wanted to fuck her. He told her he might just have
to fuck her fat ass after all if she couldn't make him cum soon.
He told her that her hot little slut of a daughter could bring herself off
several times before he unloaded in her, and maybe she was just getting too
old to please a man by cumming for him. All this was having an effect on
Bob's wife, and when Dave grabbed her nipples and began to viciously twist
and pull on them, Bob's wife began to scream around the cock in her mouth.
She didn't stop though and if anything, increased her pace. Bob began to see
just how much her pussy was dripping as she listened to Dave's verbal abuse
as well as feeling her nipples being tortured.
He'd never thought that she'd get off on such things, but moments later,
with one hand wrapped around Dave's shaft while the other furiously strummed
her pussy, she reached the first of many, rapid-fire orgasms which served to
push Dave over the edge as well. Bob had never been able to get his wife to
allow him to cum in her mouth, but since she had no choice with Dave, she
was forced to gulp and gulp, just to stop him choking her, which generated
yet another Earth shattering orgasm within her tortured body.
Bob's wife was like an unleashed animal after Dave had finished with her,
not willing to accept that Dave had cum and wasn't interested in any more
stimulation from her. She'd just had three of the biggest and most closely
spaced orgasms of her entire life. While still vigorously rubbing her clit,
she desperately pleaded with him to fuck her again and in utter desperation
even suggested that she'd let him fuck her ass.
Dave finally relented and offered her a deal. He told her that if she could
convince him what a cheap, worthless slut she was and would continue to be,
he would make her cum again while fucking her ass. Her face went white, then
a blotchy red as, in her lust crazed state, she made her decision. Then,
despite the humiliation of having to degrade herself in such a way only to
be fucked in the ass by her husband's buddy, she began to offer up the best
she could. She told Dave that she felt like a whore and asked him to put his
dick inside her again.
Bob had heard her version of dirty talk before and knew that this was as
good as Dave was going to get from her. His wife never seemed to be able to
spit out bad language, no matter what the incentive. Dave was not satisfied
but he wasn't going to let it go at that. Her told her to lean forward so he
could see her tits sway. Still fingering herself, she did as he asked, only
to be rewarded by a sharp slap on one breast with one hand and an opposite,
equally hard slap on the other from Dave's other hand. The twin orbs crashed
together and the outline of Dave's fingers were quickly apparent on the
soft, tanned flesh.
Bob's wife yelped, but said nothing and continued to lean forward, fingering
herself. Dave did the same thing again, this time telling her that if she
wanted to cum again, she'd have to start using the sort of words he wanted
to hear. He then had her repeat after him what a worthless whore she was,
with her worn out cunt and fat ass, mouth that was only good enough to piss
in and body that was a sad reflection of her daughter's tight, young, sexy
cum depository.
Bob's wife stumbled over her words and hesitated a number of times, but a
slap to the tit flesh or vicious twist to the nipples quickly got her going
again. Eventually Dave got her to say all the things he wanted to hear, but
he wasn't as pleased as if she'd just come up with the words herself. He
ordered her to her knees in front of him then had her repeat some of the
things she'd just said about herself, while looking up at him and grasping
his semi-hard cock. He had her beg him to be allowed to touch just the knob
with her tongue, which he then allowed her to do.
As he looked down at her looking up at him and playing with his organ,
verbally humiliating herself and probing her own cunt with a couple of
fingers, he began to stiffen up again. He told her he'd let her suck him a
little again, since that was all the lubrication she would be allowed before
he raped her ass. He also told her that if her ass wasn't a whole lot
tighter than her cunt he'd see to it that Emily got to practice fisting it
just to see how much it could be made to take.
That comment drove Bob's wife over the edge again and she just about
collapsed as orgasmic bliss overwhelmed her for a few seconds. She did ask
him for a favor once she'd recovered enough to speak again, asking if he
could tie her so she wouldn't be able to escape what he was about to do to
her. Dave thought that was a fine idea so began looking for the best place
to set his buddy's wife up for a brutal ass reaming.
Eventually Dave settled on the idea of tying her to the iron garden table in
the backyard. At this suggestion, Bob's wife began to have second thoughts
about taking on her husband's friend again. She couldn't believe she'd have
to be outside naked, much less having sex, and on top of that, taking a cock
in her ass for the first time. It wouldn't even be her husband doing the
taking but her husband's buddy! She began to make such a fuss that Dave
simply grabbed the underwear he'd earlier discarded and forced them into her
mouth. At first Bob's wife resisted, but a sharp tug on her hair instantly
caused her mouth to open wide. Using the leash from Emily's collar, he fixed
the gag in place so she couldn't spit it out. Then, half dragging her by the
hair as she stumbled to her feet and attempted to keep up, he led her
through the sliding door and into the back garden.
He asked Bob if he had something to tie her down with and after only a
slight hesitation, Bob sent Emily on a n errand to his pickup truck to get
whatever she could find in the bed. The idea that his wife was in the back
yard naked, bent over a cold iron table and his daughter was visible to
anyone as they drove down the quiet residential street, added to his
anticipation.
Bob felt a moment of jealousy towards Dave. Not because Dave was about to
fuck his wife in the ass, he knew, or he would have felt it when his friend
had fucked her pussy. No, this was a jealousy of Dave's ability to, in less
than an hour, take his wife down a path he'd been fantasizing about seeing
her on for 7 years. After realizing what it was he was jealous about, Bob
was able to turn the feelings of jealousy into gratefulness towards his
friend instead.
When Emily returned, she was half carrying, half dragging a heavy chain that
Bob kept in case he needed to hook and drag something with his truck. Dave
grinned and took the heavy chain, catching one of the links in Emily's
nipple ring, which caused her to yelp. Dave draped the chain over and around
Bob's wife, the cold steel causing goose bumps to appear all over Bob's
wife's skin and the dusty, rusty chain dirtying her skin considerably.
Her arms and waist were securely pinned to the table, her ankles fixed to
the iron legs, which were spread enough to see her puckered asshole. Her
head was unbound, but that only meant she could hold it up or let it fall
forward, as her neck was just over the far edge of the little table. Bob
noticed that even though his wife's pussy was void of any contact, she was
leaking fluids in an almost constant stream, causing him to wonder
momentarily if she'd pissed herself.
Once Dave was done, he addressed Bob's wife again, telling her how angry he
was that she'd made him gag her so she'd not be able to lubricate him with
her mouth before he raped her ass and she'd really pay when he entered her
dry. Even through the gag, Bob heard his wife gasp and then begin to sob.
Dave heard it too and his cock twitched. Having no intention of hurting his
own cock by dry-fucking anything, Dave conversationally said to Bob that his
wife really had been a pretty good sport overall and maybe he should just
give her another chance. Dave asked Bob's wife if she'd like another chance
and she immediately began to nod her head. He added that he'd still have to
punish her for being bad, but if she could guess how many smacks he was
going to have Emily give her mother's ass, that's all she'd get. But if she
guessed a lower number, he'd just have Emily add that number to what he'd
planned.
As he approached her, he warned her that once he took the gag out, all he
wanted to hear was a number. No conversation, no pleading, just a number.
Taking his time, he removed the leash and eventually extracted the underwear
from her mouth. She'd been salivating so much that the underwear was soaked
through already and as soon as her mouth was free, she worked her jaw to
ease some of her discomfort. The only thing that came out of her mouth, as
she'd been instructed, was an almost whispered number 20, yet she somehow
made the number sound so hopeful and pitiful at the same time that Bob too
hoped she'd guessed high enough. Dave announced that the number he was
thinking of was indeed 20, but he had been thinking of 20 on each cheek.
Bob's wife began to sob quietly, thinking that she'd have to take an extra
40 when she'd already guessed a number far higher than she thought she'd be
able to bear. Dave considered for a moment before declaring that Bob's wife
had done what she'd been told, announcing only one number without adding
anything else, like 'per cheek'. When she heard this, Bob's wife's sobs
changed from sobs of despair to sobs of thanks, although she never actually
spoke, merely mouthing the word over and over through her tears.
Bob couldn't believe it! His wife was actually thanking the man who was
tormenting her in front of her husband and child for only having her own
daughter spank her 40 times on her already abused butt-cheeks. Granted, the
woman he thought he knew would never have ended up in this position in the
first place, but if anything like this had been done to her, Bob would have
expected her to make a break for the shotgun in the closet to blow both
Dave's and then his balls right off. Dave gave a few quick instructions to
his well-trained little slut, Emily, and then had her begin the punishment.
At first, Bob's wife took the punishment in silence, but then the moans came
and finally the first scream.
After that, Dave halted Emily while he jammed his underwear back into Bob's
wife's mouth, the used underwear now dusty from the upswept patio as well as
soaked with saliva from its previous foray into her oral cavity. After 40
smacks, Emily's hand was pink and Bob's wife's rear was definitely well
disciplined. Dave removed the underwear again and presented her with his
erect cock. She enthusiastically engulfed it with her mouth, happy to be
given the opportunity to show him that she needed no more incentive on her
painful cheeks. She gagged as she forced herself to take all of him down her
throat without prompting till her lips were buried in his pubic hair, nine
inches of him inside her.
She slobbered all over his shaft, hoping she was providing enough
lubrication and worried about how much the ass rape was going to hurt.
Without warning or even additional stimulation to her overworked clit, Bob's
wife was suddenly overcome with the most intensely powerful orgasm of her
entire life, almost passing out from the pleasure. Dave immediately withdrew
his cock, worried that she might inadvertently bite him; she was so far out
of it.
Moving around behind her, Dave repositioned himself to take his best
friend's wife's cherry ass. When he finally did the deed, he was
uncharacteristically gentle with her. At first, only the head of his cock
penetrated her sphincter and he held himself still, ignoring his own desire
to thrust forward in one great motion. Eventually he did push further in,
but took to seesawing with little thrusts, going deeper and deeper only
after a few seconds of allowing her ass to become used to the invasion.
Within a couple of minutes, he was all the way in and he'd even managed to
squirm his hand between her legs so he could stimulate her clit.
He groaned out loud to Bob, congratulating him and telling him that his
wife's ass was about the tightest hole he'd ever had. He suggested after a
while that it would be nice to have his little cumslut next to him while he
fucked her mother's ass and Bob agreed, quickly positioning his daughter
next to her mother, bent over the same little iron table. Emily's arm went
over her mom's shoulder, almost like a hug and Bob stood next to his buddy,
rubbing the head of his own cock between the folds of Emily's wet pussy
before thrusting, without any of the slow buildup Dave had employed, deeply
into his daughter's backdoor.
There was less resistance from this female's tight nether hole, as she'd
been well used by Dave in the recent past, although she was still pretty
tight back there. At first, Bob's wife had been clenching her teeth to avoid
screaming in pain, but thanks to Dave's considerate penetration, was now
fully enjoying the feeling of being so full. Bob's wife was still coming to
grips with the fact that anal sex felt so good, despite how dirty it made
her feel, or maybe because of that. Soon Dave and Bob were both moaning
their pleasure and taking her cue from her daughter; Bob's wife joined her
in begging for more cock in her ass.
Dave looked over at his buddy and grinned, giving him a high-five. Bob, not
having the staying power of Dave, began thrusting faster and faster into
Emily's ass and it became obvious to Dave that he was about to explode
inside her. Leaning over, he whispered something in Bob's ear, and then both
he and Bob pulled out of their women and came around to the front of them.
Telling Emily to use one hand on herself and get the other busy on her mom's
clit, Dave then pushed his hard, slippery, smelly cock between Emily's lips,
enjoying the thought that it was her own mother's shit-slick cock he was
feeding her. Bob presented his wife with the cock that had just come out of
her daughter's ass and with no hesitation, Bob's wife opened her mouth to
accept the gift, then deep throated him as Dave had taught her scant minutes
earlier.
For the first time ever, Bob came in his wife's mouth and Bob's wife
hungrily sucked his seed into her stomach. Bob had only just extracted his
softening member from his wife's mouth when Dave shot his wad into Emily's
mouth. He told her to hold it all and not swallow, which caused a raised
eyebrow from Bob. This demand was made clear moments later when Dave grabbed
the hair of Bob's wife in one hand and Emily's hair in the other and used it
to turn their faces together. Emily got the idea immediately and began to
French kiss her own mother, transferring Dave's sperm to her mother's mouth.
Bob thought his wife would object but soon saw that his wife was now way
past any danger of objecting to anything she was subjected to and in fact
kissing her own daughter back with a passion he'd hardly ever seen before.
As if reading his mind, Dave proved that, by standing back and as soon as
his cock was soft enough, let loose a stream of piss that drenched the
upheld faces of mother and daughter. Emily's mouth opened up to catch some
of the stream and although it seemed that Bob's wife could not bring herself
to do the same, it wasn't moments before she began lapping at Emily's
drenched face, tasting the salty, repugnant piss for herself.
After that, Dave and Bob freed Bob's wife from the table, allowing her to
carefully lift herself upright. Her legs collapsed under her and she fell to
the ground, where she passed out completely. Bob had Dave help him carry his
wife to the bathroom where, after confirming that his wife had only passed
out from exhaustion, not from any ill effects of their orgy, they laid her
in the tub. Looking at her lying in the empty tub, Bob felt a renewed
passion towards his wife. Not only from what she'd done, but from the way
her hair was sexily plastered to her head, the way her breasts were marked
up from having been pressed into the fretwork of the table's top for so long
and from the streams of woman-cum coating her legs.
Even the heavy chains had left their marks; hardly visible due to the way
she was lying, but obviously there nonetheless. Bob realized he'd never
loved his wife quite this much before and was amazed at himself when tears
of joy began to flow. Setting the stopper in place, Bob carefully filled the
tub with warm water and added bubbles. He left his wife to soak while he
went looking for his daughter. The two of them had just about finished
cleaning up the disarray they'd created that afternoon.
Emily was still quite nude, however Dave was now dressed, making Bob feel a
little out of place. He quickly donned his pants and tee shirt then
instructed Emily to get to the bathroom and join her mother in the tub. He
told her she was to wash her mother and herself and bring her mother to the
living room in 20 minutes.
After exactly 20 minutes, Emily led Bob's wife into the room. They were both
clean and smelled wonderful. They'd even put on a subtle amount of makeup.
But both were naked! Bob's eyes showed his surprise at this before he
thought about it. He'd never said they were to get dressed, so it was only
right that they be naked! He had them sit on the couch, spread their legs
and place a hand in each other's lap so that each was feeling the other's
pussy. Dave sat on the recliner, sipping a beer. While the women had been
bathing, Dave and Bob had talked. They'd agreed that these women deserved
and needed the same fate. Both men had seen the way mother and daughter had
each similarly reacted to the various stimuli they'd been subjected to, so
they'd agreed that it was time to enlighten the women as to their future at
the hands of husband, father and master.
It was Bob that eventually broke the silence that ensued. He asked his wife
how she was feeling, to which she responded that she guessed she felt fine.
Bob then explained to her that an answer like that was no longer acceptable.
Feigning a hint of anger, he reminded her that she'd just fucked his best
friend. She'd just sucked his best friend's cock and she'd allowed his best
friend to fuck her ass. The wife he knew might have gotten away with an
answer like that, but the slut before him had a duty to be honest. If she
still loved him after all she'd done, she'd have told him her ass was sore,
she felt totally fucked out, or maybe that she was still horny, not that she
guessed she felt fine!
Bob's wife began to say something, but Bob shushed her, telling her he
wasn't finished. He said that he'd talked it over with Dave and they'd
decided that pretending not to be a slut when she really was one, had been
like lying to him the whole time they'd been married. He told her that he
wasn't going to live with a lying bitch anymore, but would love the slut
she'd been that day even more than he had before, so she'd better decide
right then if she was a lying bitch or a slut. He said it was simple. Either
move out immediately and divorce him or accept that she'd just made a
lifestyle change. Once again she began to speak but once again, Bob cut her
off. He told her he wasn't interested in hearing her right now.
What he wanted was to see what her choice was. He told her she had 30
seconds to either get her fat ass out of the house or on her knees between
Emily's legs. Bob's wife gasped and she blushed furiously. For a full 20
seconds she did nothing but look at her husband, who looked back at her,
almost daring her to speak so that, she thought, he could punish her some
more. She wanted to tell him that it was so wrong to make her do more filthy
things with her daughter and that she'd had no choice but to do what she'd
done today anyway! She wanted to tell him she didn't want to leave but she
wanted everything to go back to the way it had been. She wanted to apologize
for doing those things with his best friend, even though he'd forced her.
She didn't want to divorce her husband. She didn't want to move out of their
comfortable house.
Where would she go anyway? She was so mad at Dave for making her behave like
she had. How could he have done what he did! Finally she admitted to herself
that she'd never once had an orgasm like the many she'd experienced today
and with a jolt, she realized that it was because it'd been easier just to
give up control and do what she'd been told, which left her free to enjoy
herself more than she ever had before. Now she was left with only one
question. Could she give up control for good and just let her husband and
maybe even Dave, run her life? What would people say? Did she care what
people said? Would she be able to cum like that again in the future?
Dave's voice interrupted her thoughts with a comment she only half caught.
He said it would sure be funny to see her run out of the house naked if she
decided to leave, since she only had another 10 seconds to make up her mind
and Bob wasn't in the mood to hear her whine. With her mind made up and her
thoughts concentrated around letting go of her personal control, Bob's wife
slipped off the couch and took her place between Emily's knees, looking at
her pussy. Taking a deep breath and ignoring the feelings of repulsion about
what she was about to do, she forced her head towards her own daughter's
bald pussy.
Bob was ecstatic! His wife had just taken her first step towards being his
own private whore! He watched his wife work on Emily's pussy for a few
minutes; saw as Emily's face took on a look of pure bliss. Her legs wrapped
themselves around her mom's neck, effectively pulling her in closer, and her
hips began bucking wildly, just about smothering Bob's wife. Emily began
tugging on her nipple rings, using them as handles to pull at her nipples.
Bob heard Emily's first orgasm as she came with a sigh, but his wife didn't
stop her work; she hadn't been told to.
Dave took control at that point, grabbing Bob's wife's hair and dragging her
head away from her daughter's pussy. He told her how she was to kneel, with
her hands behind her head and her legs spread wide and waited for her to get
into position. After a moment's hesitation, she did as she'd been
instructed. He then told her she'd made a wise decision. He assured her that
he really liked her as a person and could tell she loved Bob.
Talking like a College lecturer, Dave said she'd proved herself to be a
slut. Because he liked them both so well, he'd agreed to train her to be his
buddy's perfect slut wife. Her sole responsibility, he said, would be to do
whatever she was told, whenever she was told, without hesitation.
Embarrassment, remorse and regret were no longer her rights, as she'd given
herself up as a simple fucktoy and those things would be punished so she
could learn to concentrate on being happy, fulfilled and useful. He used
Emily's change in attitude as proof that what he was telling her was true.
He added one threat. He said if she decided she couldn't handle the changes
he was going to facilitate, the door would be open for her to leave, but
after doing what she'd done today, he would see to it that any judge would
be made aware that she was a cheating slut and she'd leave with nothing and
never see her husband, daughter or grandson ever again.
He said he was considered a hard but fair master and that's why he'd be in
charge of her training, since Bob was such a pushover. He let her know in no
uncertain terms that her fat ass would be wrapped around his cock a lot from
now on since her pussy was really too loose for his tastes. He added that he
liked to cum in a slut's mouth but Bob had mentioned that she didn't let him
cum in her mouth, as if her mouth were too good for it. He wanted an
assurance that her opinion had changed, hadn't it? Bob's wife attempted to
assure him in the way she knew he wanted by telling him she'd let him
ejaculate in her mouth if that's what he really wanted.
Dave just laughed and grabbed her chin. Holding her so that her mouth was
forced open, he told her that she was a cumbucket, a pisspot and anything
else he told her she was. Guys and girls would cum in her, or on her, with
their cocks and cunts. He'd use her and abuse her, just because that was her
purpose and if she got a lot of abuse from him, it was because he was
interested enough in her to bother. Letting go of her chin, he instructed
her to tell him what her body was for.
She responded that her body was his pissbucket or cumbucket or anything else
he wanted. He slapped her, hard, instantly bringing tears to her eyes,
before correcting her, by telling her to repeat herself, being sure to think
about what she'd said. Bob's wife was not a stupid woman. She realized her
mistake right away. She repeated herself being sure to correct her use of
the word 'his' with the word 'anyone'. So she was anyone's cumbucket or
pissbucket and Dave was going to train her.
Suddenly she began to shake, as pent up emotion began to boil over. Bob was
ready to jump in and hug her and tell her everything would be okay, but with
a simple shake of his head, Dave stopped him. Great sobs began to explode
from Bob's wife and instead of telling her to control herself like Bob would
have done, Dave let her go for a minute or so to get it out of her system.
Then, sensing that the time was right, he told her, having to raise his
voice over the noise she was still making, that she had 5 minutes to make
herself cum or she'd pay for each second extra she took with a whipping.
Bob's wife heard him and despite sniffling and an occasional sob, her hand
went obediently to her pussy and began small, circular motions. Bob was
again astonished. He'd never seen his wife masturbate, so this in itself was
a thrill. As minutes passed, her hand movements became faster and harder and
a hand stole up to her chest, rubbing over the nipple of one breast then the
other.
At 4 minutes, Dave told Bob's wife that she would no longer be referred to
by her old name, but by a new name, that more accurately reflected her new
role. Her new name was to be Cumslut, or CS as her parents'd be asked to
call her for now, spelled Ceiess for the benefit of the Registrar when Bob
took her to town to make the change official. This degradation had the
effect Dave had expected, causing Bob's wife, now named Ceiess, to leap the
gap from nearly cumming to exploding in orgasm. As she came down from her
momentary high, Ceiess stopped rubbing her nipples and pussy and began to
blush at the thought of what she'd just done. Dave simply told her to get
into position. After a moment's confusion, then, as if they weighed a ton,
Ceiess clasped her hands behind her head then spread her legs wide.
Dave warned her to stay still no matter what, then began to sharply hit her
boobs, making them sway and bounce and he slapped and backhanded them.
Ceiess almost cringed back as they began to cause her a fair amount of pain,
and then cried out when his knuckle caught the edge of a nipple as he
backhanded her. As Dave slapped her boobs around, appearing to really enjoy
himself, he told her he was doing it to teach her to do what she was told
and nothing else. Who, he asked, had told her to stop masturbating when she
had? When she attempted to respond, he slapped her face briefly as a warning
to shut up, before returning to her boob torture. Eventually he'd had enough
and stopped. Ceiess had tears running down her cheeks and her boobs were a
vivid red-on-tan color, with the bruises he'd put on her earlier now
beginning to show too. But between her legs, there was a puddle of her own
secretions wetting the carpet and the air was heavy with the aroma of her
stimulation.
Dave leaned over her and took his first kiss from her, grabbing the back of
her head and kissing her lips fiercely, forcing his tongue deeply into her
mouth. Eventually he pulled away, leaving Ceiess gasping. Dave told her to
get on her hands and knees and keep her knees spread, which she did without
hesitation this time. With a snap of his fingers then a single finger
pointing towards Ceiess's pussy, Dave had Emily off the couch and
reciprocating the attention she'd received from her own mother. Dave told
her to rim her mom's ass really well, as it'd be getting his attention soon.
Ceiess was sure that meant he was going to rape her butt again and she found
herself almost looking forward to it. Almost. Dave decided to see if Bob's
wife was making her own mental journey to where he wanted her or if she was
just willing to go wherever she was being dragged. He told her to make him
want to fuck her, just as he'd demanded of her earlier.
This time, he didn't have to provide her with the words to use. She well
remembered what she'd have to say, and what the consequences of doing a poor
job were, so she just went ahead and started begging the way he wanted. The
foul language she was using seemed alien to her own ears, as if it was some
stranger that was telling Dave what a poor excuse for a whore she was,
willing to give change on a dollar for the use of her loose, smelly, furry
cunt or fat, gaping asshole and begging him for the chance to take his
oversized cock so far up her flabby old ass that she's taste her own shit.
Dave was, however, impressed that she was getting the idea so well.
Bob's wife wasn't even aware of it at first but suddenly she realized that
she'd been pushing her ass back against her daughter's tongue, trying to get
Emily to lick her harder. She was so turned on just from begging for an ass
fucking and knew that what she was asking, no begging for, was really what
she wanted. She told Dave that now he'd made her into his cumslut, he had to
please let her taste or feel his cum in her or on her, like he knew she
needed.
Dave saw how ready she was, but decided that the big test would be to see if
she'd offer up her daughter to her husband. Maybe she'd be jealous that he
might want to put his cock in someone else? So to find out, he told her to
beg her husband to use their daughter first. Ceiess was so worked up that
right at that moment, she really didn't care where her husband put his cock,
as long as it meant she'd get some too. Turning her attention to Bob for a
moment, asked him to please, please, please fuck their daughter so she could
get some cock in her too.
Bob had been given oral sex and had enjoyed his daughter's ass, but
something that turned him on was the thought of cumming on Emily's cute
tits. He was hard as nails by the time Emily's tongue had been replaced in
his wife's ass by Dave's cock and Emily asked him to fuck her. He simply had
her lay on her back and open her legs. He thrust into her warm, surprisingly
tight pussy in one thrust, savoring the unusual feeling of the little bead
of steel she'd been pierced with that he could feel as he screwed her.
She was enthusiastic when he leaned down and began kissing her, probing his
mouth with her tongue and kissing him every bit like a regular lover would.
He was glad he'd already cum a couple of times so that he could fully enjoy
himself and give his daughter pleasure too while he thrust into her for a
while. After a time, Emily somehow managed to roll him over so that she was
on top of him and he liked this even better, unable to tear his eyes away
from her tits as they jumped and bounced, the piercing in each of her
nipples catching the light. Reaching up, he caressed each globe and even
tugged gently a few times on her rings, which caused her to moan in
pleasure. He stole a glance over at Dave, who was giving his wife a really
hard reaming, something she appeared to be enjoying immensely, to the point
where she was actually encouraging him on, something she'd never done with
Bob. After a few more minutes, Emily let out a squeal and shuddered through
a climax, but then took up right where she left off, squeezing his cock with
her pussy like she was trying to crush it.
When Bob began to think about her pussy as the place where his grandson, her
son, had come from 9 years earlier, Bob realized he was lost. He was about
to cum and it was soon going to be too late to stop himself. He tried to
think of the work that had to be done on his car to take his mind off the
fucking his daughter was giving him, but then decided he didn't care about
holding off much longer. He wanted to cum! But now he had a new dilemma. He
wanted to see his cock squirt all over her breasts and pierced nipples, but
he was so comfortable inside her clutching pussy that he could easily be
just as content to let his jism loose inside her hot little box. Emily made
the decision for him.
She asked if she could suck her daddy's lovely big cock again, which almost
made him cum on the spot. But when he nodded, she lifted off him, causing a
little pop as his cock slipped from her soaking pussy. He quickly got to his
feet and Emily got to her knees in front of him, taking as much of him into
her mouth as she could. She had produced so much lubrication with her
secretions that her juices bubbled and foamed against her own lips as she
suctioned him into her mouth. He let her work on him as long as he could
before he had to tell her he was going to cum and that he wanted to cover
her tits in his daddy-cream. Even Emily's hand jobs were great and when he
saw himself unloading on her, even he couldn't believe how much there was or
how hard he'd squirted.
Meanwhile Dave had Ceiess bent over the back of the recliner and was holding
her hips while he sodomized her with vigor, at the same time unloading a
constant torrent of verbal abuse upon her. Ceiess had a hand flying over her
pussy and her parted thighs were slick with her juice. For Ceiess, the pain
of the anal raping had long since become pleasure, as two recent orgasms
would testify to. She probably didn't even know what she was saying, as she
screamed at Dave to spank her ass while he fucked her, Dave thought,
obliging her anyway.
Dave knew that there was a fine line between pleasure and pain and he'd
taken her to a place where pain and pleasure were one, all of it just
sensations that fed another orgasm for her. He knew that right now, he could
have rammed a glowing poker deep into her soaked pussy and it would only
have served to take her into another climax as it sizzled and burned her
insides to a useless crisp. The sound of its destruction and the stench of
it's damage wouldn't have stopped her brain from registering pleasure
greater than anything she'd ever known. She was totally immersed in her new
role and like an addict, hooked on the lifestyle he had introduced her to.
She was his slave and if he'd wanted, he knew he could have made her walk
away from her marriage to Bob with hardly a second thought, content to be
groveling at his feet in the hope of her next, life-altering orgasm. But Bob
was Dave's best buddy and if he was anything, he was loyal, so what he was
doing to Bob's wife was more of a gift to Bob than just a chance to get his
rocks off with someone new. He just hoped he could convince Bob to treat his
wife as harshly as she needed. He was pleased for another reason though.
He'd seen this potential in Bob's wife and had been able to cultivate it. He
saw the same thing in Emily and now he looked forward to the time when he
would be enjoying the result of having the woman compete against each other
for his, Bob's and their pleasure.
He'd been ready to blow before, but now his aching balls could wait no
longer. Dave was a shooter, with a powerful and plentiful stream that he was
particularly proud of, but when, with a grunt he came, he was still
surprised that his cock had produced such a good load so soon after his
earlier session. Ceiess felt every hot squirt enter her bowels, sending her
over the edge again and as she came down from her climax, she felt Dave pull
out of her ass. She also felt herself suddenly so empty and idly wondered if
her now-gaping hole would ever close properly again. Not that it mattered,
she decided.
She lazily turned around and dropped to her knees in front of Dave and
without a word, took his tool in her mouth and cleaned him off. As she
worked on him, she thought about things. She searched her feelings and found
remorse. Remorse that for years she'd denied herself the opportunity to
experience anal sex, and more importantly she'd selfishly denied her own
husband his right to take her as he pleased. She also found feelings of
hunger. Hunger for more of what Dave had just given her. A great hunger to
be filled again, to be filled like that forever.
As soon as she was satisfied that Dave's cock was clean and that he wasn't
going to get hard again right now, she begged him to put the whip handle in
her ass as she'd seen protruding from Emily's ass when she'd entered the
house what seemed like years earlier. Dave just laughed at her and told her
that he wanted to keep her ass a little tight, but that she at least
deserved a treat for being such a good whore and if she wanted to get a
carrot from the kitchen, she would be allowed to put that in her ass for a
little while instead. Ceiess didn't even blush at that but instead beamed at
him, genuinely proud of his praise and grateful for the treat.
After Ceiess disappeared into the kitchen, Dave dropped onto the couch next
to Bob, who was sitting next to Emily, his arm around her and her head on
his shoulder. She wore only a contented smile on her lips and she seemed to
be asleep. Dave remarked to Bob that his wife was definitely an older
version of Emily and that it'd be wrong not to try to find the pair's
limits. Bob agreed wholeheartedly, fondly cupping one of Emily's breasts as
he'd fantasized about doing for years, idly flipping her nipple with his
thumb just to see the ring bounce. Dave expressed his worry that Bob
wouldn't be able to be rough enough with his wife and Bob assured him that
he'd seen the enthusiasm with which she'd reacted to Dave's cruelty. He
admitted that it would take time for him to learn to be anything like as
mean as Dave could be, but that trying to do so would be part of the fun.
It was actually Bob's idea to leave Ceiess and Emily on the back porch that
night. It was chilly outside, but not dangerously cold, so Dave thought it
was an excellent idea. It took only minutes for Bob to fashion makeshift
shackles and fix them around an ankle of each woman, not so that they
wouldn't go anywhere, but so that they'd know they were chained naked
outside at Dave and Bob's whim. Dave slept on the couch and Bob slept in his
bed alone. They'd decided that they'd sacrifice a warm body to cuddle up
with in order to reinforce the perception the females had of their new
status.
Neither woman now considered it embarrassing to cuddle naked against another
woman, especially after the way they'd been paired in recent hours. So when
Dave stumbled outside the next morning he found his girls shivering
together, attempting to conserve body heat, their bodies crushed in a tight
embrace. Looking at them, he decided to take a leak and unzipping his pants,
he just went ahead and pissed. His warm, yellow waste went all over the
pair, each making an effort to catch some for themselves, Ceiess this time
even opening her mouth to accept his liquid gift directly. Emily had
graduated her initial training and now Ceiess was catching up faster than
even Dave would have imagined. The next phase had begun...
Trained Slut - Part III
The third and final part of the story:
* A few details of Ceiess's graduation and her tests
* Parental issues with a name change
* The reason for all the training will be revealed
* Could Emily lead a 'normal' life now?
* An unexpected event opens up a whole new avenue of opportunity
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