Freaky Honeymoon

                               Freaky Honeymoon - Chapter 07

       Marsha blinked back the tears as Mr. Featherstone landed two more swift slaps to her poor bum. Then he pinched her cheeks while at the same time his knowing fingers explored her damp interior. "Not as wet as the last time, wonder why? Has the thrill begun to dissipate so quickly? How sad if true."

       He began massaging her bum once more before landing another series of sharp blows that brought gasps and tears from his victim. Similar thoughts were flashing through Marsha's head as well. Right now the last thing she needed was her best and only customer preparing to cut her loose. Something had to be done and done quickly. That's when she brought up the matter of her boob job, which saved the day and then some.

       Mr. Featherstone was silent for a long minute or two, leaving Marsha hanging between heaven and hell, so to speak. The only good sign she got was the occasional pinch of her behind followed by a brief rubbing of the affected area. Then he began to talk about his wife, Jessica, and Marsha saw the door to her future opening wide. There was a great deal of him that she certainly had no idea existed. It seems he and Jessica married when they finished college and once she discovered that  bearing children was impossible, they opted for the swinging life. For over ten years they led this secret life while he very slowly made his way up the corporate ladder.

        Jessica had a superb figure featuring a set of tits that were a perfect 36D. He worshipped those mounds of  firm flesh, and enjoyed lending his sexy wife out to persons well connected in industry that might be able at some time in the future to give him a leg up. During this period he teased Jessica unmercifully, calling her a whore who was merely interested in partners with big prongs. That's when they got into discipline, and quickly gravitated to corporal punishment, with the emphasis on spanking. For months at a time her bottom was covered with at first hand prints, then graduated to welts from his strap that criss-crossed her spectacular bum. On occasion his strap would even find its way to her tender inner thighs and finally her magnificent and well used quim. Life could not get any better for them.

       Their modest home was a magnet for swingers because of the show Jessica and he would present perhaps once every six weeks or so. Jessica would be bound to this very table in almost the same way as Marsha was. The male guests would be invited to use his wife sexually, their choice of her mouth, quim or bumhole. Their partners would then suck the cum from wherever it had been deposited, mostly in Jessica's dripping cunt, and feed it to her, mouth to mouth as the audience watched and applauded. Then it would be his turn to discipline his "faithless" wife with his hand, paddle or strap. On most occasions Jessica might handle as many as ten men, which translated to an equal number of spankings or worse, depending upon what she allowed to be done to her person.

       For the grand finale, his wanton wife would be marched upstairs to their large master bathroom for further degradation, upon which she semed to thrive. Jessica would climb into the huge custom built tub, her hands bound behind her back, then kneel, her head barely clearing the tub sides. Usually two men would occupy the space on each side and they would proceed to drench her head and face with powerful streams of strong piss. She would make no effort to avoid the acrid waste products that rained down on her. In fact she would open her mouth and actually try to capture and swallow her prize. Others would stand on foot stools and coat her big tits with their offerings. Midway through this ordeal they'd make her lie flat on her back and have as many as four men and women urinating on her body. Of course the tub stopper would be in place and by the time everyone was finished, she'd be in piss up to her armpits, her bare body glistening from the golden showers she had received.

       After he had seen his guests out, wishing them safe passage through the usual fog that rolled in most evenings, he'd return to his wife. He'd assist her as she showered and cleansed herself. Then it would be his turn to take her in every hole and it would be perhaps an hour or longer before he deposited some of his sperm in each of her receptacles. All this changed when her doctor noticed a small lump in one of her magnificent tits. At first there was confidence that it could be easily excised without much damage to the breast itself. He contracted with an excellent plastic surgeon to handle the details of her breast reconstruction. That was when the second nodule was discovered. This one was not treatable and his darling life partner passed away less than a year later. That was twelve years ago.  It was only very recently that he started recovering from this terrible blow, and that was the reason for his initial relationship with Marsha.

       There was a great deal to Mr. Featherstone, and to her he represented a way to achieve all her immediate goals. There still was the matter of Andrew, but she was not about to sacrifice a golden opportunity so that his needs and objectives could be met at her expense. There would either be a partnership, or she'd look elsewhere. Marsha had begun the process of becoming an adult. So there, naked and helpless in his home, Marsha decided to give this powerful and very quirky individual everything his heart desired in exchange for a boob job. It was that simple, she would become his personal prostitute. Marsha felt confident that she could handle his needs based on what she had learned tonight. Now it was up to her to suggest an arrangement that would be beneficial for both of them.

       She wiggled her bum as much as her bonds would allow and purred to him that he needed to look no further for the kind of sex partner that he wanted these days. She was young, but not totally inexperienced and could provide the needs that he so articulately described to her. Marsha offered her body in exchange for his help in getting her a breast augmentation. He replied by slapping her across the bottom and then giving it a pinch and a brisk rubbing. She began to realize that the rubbing was some kind of a nervous reaction on his part to what he was doing to her. He was not as dominant as she had first thought, but nevertheless, he was to be respected at all times.

       Marsha took a deep breath and suggested that Mr. Featherstone might enjoy using her bumhole as her gift to him for his help in the future. He chuckled and claimed she was a mind reader and he better take care of his thoughts concerning her in the future. She felt his hands parting her cheeks and she did her best to relax so that his entry would be as painless as possible. Then to her surprise she felt his tongue licking her tight pucker and the sensation was almost magical as far as calming her down. Some time later something much larger replaced his probing tongue. It made a slow entry, but still Marsha felt as if she was being invaded by a large tree limb.

       Mr. Featherstone proved to be a very knowledgable lover and soon his member had filled her completely with a minimum of discomfort. Poor Andrew was not in this older gentleman's league, but she was determined to train him until he was. Her new master took his own sweet time before speeding up and grunting as he filled her bowels with his hot cum. She felt a few drops of his perspiration hitting her back and she was happy that she had excited him enough to work up a sweat. Now she wondered what was next. She didn't have long to wait.

       This spanking was unlike any other, much stronger and definitely much more enthusiastic. His hands slapped her butt, alternating from one cheek to the other. The number of swats he delivered in this first salvo was well above ten. The massage afterward was heavenly; his hands moved from her stinging bum to her dripping quim. This time he laughed and observed that she seemed much more atuned to what he had given her this time, and vowed to remember that in the future. He continued her spankng and this time moved down to the backs of her thighs, virgin territory so to speak. These spanks were decidedly painful, but their number much reduced. The massage that followed featured an excursion into her juicing quim and his fingers made her turn to mush. Once again he pounded her blazing bottom to a fare-thee-well, and to her amazement, she squeezed off a strong orgasm that also surprised and delighted her new lover. Things could not have gone any better than this, and there was more to come in more ways than one.

       He freed her from her bonds just along enough to tie her hands behind her back. He squeezed her nipples until she blinked back tears. He pulled them until she felt that one more yank and they might separate from her crepe-like tits. He sighed and said:

       " I love your nipples, they are so pliant. It's a shame they are attached to such smallish milkers. I guess I'll have to contact the surgeon that was to work on reshaping Jessica's mounds. I wonder what he'll need in the way of finances to take on augmenting your tiny tits. Perhaps he'll allow you to trade "servicing" on your part, for his services, but I think not entirely. We shall see."

       After planting a few loud kisses directly on her stiff nipples, he slapped her fanny and urged her to climb the stairs that led to his bedroom and the master bathroom. Marsha was sure the bathroom was her first destination, but she wasn't so sure exactly what would transpire once they got there. She allowed him to steer her using his fingers in her pussy. The techique worked wonders for both of them, and the next thing she knew, he had her on her knees taking his semi-hard cock deep into her mouth. Once it gained more stiffness it started to venture down her throat, but with less force then he could have applied. Marsha liked his concern for her own well-being; this one was definitely worth cultivating.

       It didn't take long before Marsha was bent over the edge of the tub, the very same tub where his wife so often took her golden showers. Marsha started thinking about how she'd react the first time her new lover inundated her with his acrid piss. Would she flinch or turn away? Did she have the courage to open her mouth and ingest some of this golden shower? These questions raced through her mind as he began drilling out her wet quim, now much wetter than it had been previously. He also noticed the change and gave her a few affectionate love taps as he reamed her out to the maximum, hips moving to make his throbbing member stretch her insides almost to the point of pain. Marsha had found a rare one indeed, a man who knew his business when it came to satifying a woman and one who was confident enough to normally avoid giving her pain for his pleasure.

       Twice he stopped to let her freshen his prong with her warm, wet mouth so he could continue. When  he finally loosed his second load of hot cum deep inside her quivering cunt, Marsha was perhaps a few minutes away from her second orgasm of the evening. He said nothing to acknowledge whether he knew just how close she had been to another outburst. Marsha wrote that off to his unfamiliarity with her signs forecasting such activities as an impending orgasm. She was confident that with time, this would not be a problem, then corrected herself. He was a client, not her husband! She should be silent and enjoy whatever she could get from anything they did as partners.

       Minutes later she faced another obstacle, taking a golden shower at almost point blank range. He had her kneeling inside the large shower stall, facing outwards to where he stood, readying himself to drench her with his golden offering. She had little time to prepare before his rather powerful stream started coating her face and then worked down to splash against her tits. She could not bring herself to swallowing any of this deluge, but there would be plenty of other opportunities to press forward on this issue. He broke her reverie by observing that perhaps his golden shower might encourage her tits to grow larger,which would make him a happy man. She joined in, laughing at his wit and silently praying that by some miracle, this plastic surgeon Mr. Featherstone knew might be her savior when it came to the matter of increasing her bustline substantially.

       Half an hour later he was driving her back to her apartment, making small talk as they drove through the gathering fog. To her surprise and dismay there were lights on in her place, meaning that Andrew and his little discovery had arrived before her. There would be hell to pay if they had been waiting for any length of time. She thanked him for a wonderful time and made sure he knew she was thrilled with their arrangement. With that he drove off and she raced up the stairs to find out if she was in any kind of trouble.

                       ( To be continued - jethro jodhpur )