Rape or was it.
True story, as I remember.
I fathered my first child at age 27. If I had known it would have been so straining on my sex life, I may have had a vasectomy. Fortunately, I didnât know anything until the first one.
My wonderful wife never nags. She never complained during her pregnancy. She was great except for one thing: in the last trimester she shut everything down. She simply said that she was worried, and that it just felt weird knowing that there was a little baby in her while we made love. The fact that it was a little girl bothered her even more. As she was being good enough to explain her feelings, I felt obliged to give in.
I was fine for a while, but as the 8th month began, my urges simply began to compound in a way that needed attention. What also needed attention was the nursery, and her family pitched in. First, my mother-in-law helped paint. Then Andreaâs sister-in-law helped organize and child-proof the room.
Now, for 49, my mother-in-law is still one hot momma. She takes very good care of her body, and has a plastic-surgeon tighten what nature loosens up. At 5 feet 4 inches and 130 pounds, her DD rack just kind of sticks straight out on top of a very curvaceous body. If I had tried to bag a girl like that, Iâd normally be shot down. As she was Andreaâs mother I really never needed to worry about that.
But in the nursery during that first week of the 8th month, things happened that I canât explain. I knew Andrea had a close relationship with her mother. And I knew she talked about our sex life. I didnât know what my mother-in-law thought about it.
Anyway, Grace was helping to paint the nursery and there was a chest near one wall. It had to move. Grace said, âPaul, can you help me move this into the middle of the room?â
I moved toward her knowing that I could easily lift the chest all by myself. âSure, Grace, let me get it.â As soon as I got right behind her, she bent straight over at the hips and started playing with the chest like she was preparing it for something.
I noticed the faint outline of her lacy white boy shorts against her straining white cotton pants. Thatâs when I grabbed her ass. âPaul!â she exclaimed.
âSorry, Grace. I guess Iâm just a little worked up this month.â
âOh. Yeah. Andrea told me. You must be racked with tension. Itâs no big deal.â
âYeah.â
We went back to moving the chest and I got it in the middle of the room, and we started painting. I could have sworn the fumes were getting to Grace. She started doing little dances every time she dipped a roller into the paint, and her breasts would jiggle for a bit then stop. Once, while I was on the ladder touching up the corner of the wall and ceiling, Grace walked right under me, and I could have sworn that she grabbed at my dick. I thought to myself, âYeah, Grace, Iâm hard as a fucking rock and if you keep jiggling, Iâm going to let you know just how tense I am.â
Sense we were painting, Andrea was with her sister-in-law for the day. You knowâŚthose fumes. Well, after 3 hours alone with Grace diddy bopping about the room, I reached a tipping point. And Grace did something that pushed me over the edge. Instead of picking up the paint tray and using that with the brush that she was using to touch up spots on the walls, she bent over the chest and dipped it into the paint can. That outline of the lacy boy shorts just called to me.
I didnât even take time to put down my brush. I grabbed her ass again. And again she said, âPaul!â but this time she didnât sound quite as surprised.
âYou knew this was coming, Grace.â
âIâm your mother-in-law.â
âAnd Iâm one horny son of a bitch.â I was pulling her white pants and boy shorts down her smooth white skin.
âItâs still incest.â
âIâm still horny.â I started rubbing her back with one hand keeping her bent over the chest while the other hand found her mound. Just like I thought. She was wet. She also wasnât really fighting back very much. I didnât have to work to hard to hold her down and unzip my pants. Damn it! I was horny and I wasnât about to take my time.
I jabbed forward and sent about five inches of me into her moist hole. She yelp, âPaul, Stop it now.â But I just nudged a bit deeper. As I pulled back for another thrust, she pulled forward to get away. She had no luck. The chest stopped her as I slammed back into her.
âPaul, if you stop now, I wonât be mad.â Sheâs trying to bargain with me. I know she probably didnât want this to happen, but it was. I pulled back out. Her pussy was slick and warm. It responded to me by tightening each time I pulled out.
âGod Grace. Youâre warm.â
âI wonât tell anyone, Paul.â What? She wonât tell? Did she mean that she wouldnât tell anyone this happened or that she wouldnât tell anyone if I stopped. Fuck it. I grabbed her tits from outside her shirt. The nipples stood straight out like little stones. A few more thrusts and she stopped saying anything more than, âOh Paul.â âWe shouldnât be.â
âNNnnnhnnn!â She came hard and flooded the front of my jeans. I could feel her pussy pulse. It milked me. She turned her head and said, âItâs okay, Paul. I understand. Let it out. Cum inside me.â
I pumped my hips a few more times and let spurt after spurt of backed up cum shoot into my mother-in-law. Her pussy just undulated around my cock causing me to continue dribbling cum into her as we lay across the chest recovering.
âPaul, no one needs to know we did this.â
âI know, Grace. Letâs finish this painting though.â
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A True Story When She Was 11 Almost 12 About Amber written by MorethAntwOlesstHanwHole.
In this story, young Keven becomes a woman substitute for sex hungry prison inmates.
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Yes this is a true story, I finally plucked up the courage to tell on him, but it took a long time. I was only a child when this was happening to me, and it makes me feel better to tell the story. I bottled it up for a long time. There are a couple of more parts to the story, trust me when I karma got its revenge on him in the end.
The day after he put his boy part into me, I did end up with a massive migraine. Obviously the stress of the situation took hold and made me physically ill. It meant that I got to hide in my room for a couple of days, and my Mum and Dad looked after me till I was better. It was a relief not to have to face my brother. I had managed to be sick all over the bed, so my Mum had no choice but to change the sheets. I was secretly glad as it meant that his smell wasnât on my pillow case anymore.
Once I felt better, I acted like things were normal between my brother and I. I didnât know what else to do, obviously the migraine was bad, and I needed help, but his warning of âkilling meâ sent me spiralling into a fear oblivion.
Nothing happened between us for a long time after that, and we moved house in the process. I was glad as my room had a lock on the handle. It had to be opened from the outside, and only I, my Mum, and Dad had a key. It made me feel safe.
My brother stayed away from me for a long time, this I was thankful for as well, and I threw myself into school work, he had moved to 1st year in High School so I didnât have to walk to school, or walk home with him anymore. I was dreading having to go to High School and deal with him, but I was happy in the knowledge that it wasnât for another couple of years yet.
But the quietness from him wasnât to lastâŚâŚâŚ.
My brother and I were outside in the garden, our parents nipped out to the shops, and my sister was supposed to be looking after us. She decided that she was bored and left us to find her boyfriend and friends. I hated the fact that we had been left alone, as I had been lucky that we werenât left alone with each other for months. I told my parents that I wanted to spend time with my friends when I wasnât at school, instead of my older brother. They agreed, but fate took hold and we were left alone anyway.
He cornered me in the garden and put his hand up my dress, feeling my girl vagina through my pants. I knew the name of this part now as I was 10 and we briefly learnt about Sex Education at school. âStop it!!!!â I screamed at him, there was no way he was going to do this without a fight. âThis is sick and wrong, and you know it,â I continued whilst trying in vain to push him away from me.
He looked at me and snarled, âthis is going to be so much better that the last time Ann. Youâre older now, and Iâve already broken you in.â He pushed a finger into me through the pants as if demonstrating what he had done before. âNow shut up, and take whatâs coming to you!â He shouted before slapping me for shaking my head.
The fear froze me to the spot, he kept rubbing at my vagina, playing and poking me through me pants. I began to cry silent tears; I knew this was wrong, he knew this was wrong so why was he doing it to me? He pulled my pants away from my waste, exposing me. The embarrassment and shame flooded my face causing me to blush furiously. The tears fell so much harder.
He pulled at my ankle, to remove my pants from one leg, putting my leg back down; he pulled at my other ankle, and removed then completely. Then he placed my pants into his pocket, I noticed a shift in his shorts when he did so, and I begged him. âPlease no, donât do this, not again!â My voice was barely audible, I knew what was going to happen, and I prayed that my parents would return soon to help me.
âNo Ann, youâre going to take it like the little slut you are,â he leered at me. I started crying loudly at this, which made him laugh. He grabbed my arm and started pulling me toward the house. I was frozen my legs refused to move with him, and I started to dig my heels into the grass. Realising what I was doing he spun round and faced me. âWe can either do this the easy way or the hard way, either way you are going to take whatâs coming to you.â
I reluctantly took a step forward, âthereâs a good girl.â He said, ânow come with me to the house I have something for you.â He continued, pulling me by the arm to the house. Once inside, he pulled my bedroom door open, I couldnât believe that I had been so stupid that I left my door unlocked from the outside. âTake of your dress,â he commanded. I froze not wanting to do this, knowing that I would be fully naked if I did this. Seeing my obvious discomfort; he chuckled.
He slapped me over the bum twice, making me wince in pain as he did so. âI said take off your dress,â he shouted obviously loving the fact that we were home alone. I started to tremble with fear; I didnât want to do this. Tears ran faster down my face and I shook my head. âFine the hard way it is,â he sneered at me. He then yanked the hem of my skirt up, pulling it up, and trapping my arms and face under the fabric.
He then forcefully shoved me back on the bed; I hit my head on the walling which knocked me out with the force. Moments passed and when I woke up I could feel him moving inside of me. My arms and head were still trapped under the fabric of my dress. He pounded me faster and faster and the pain was excruciating. He started to make strange grunting noises, as he was pounding his way into me.
I just wanted it to stop; I could feel the tears streaming down my face, as he kept entering me over and over and over again. He made his strange shudder again, and it was all over. âStay still!â he shouted at I tried to move. I could feel his weight lift of me and something wet hit my stomach. It felt like he had peed on me. I felt so disgusted; why had he done this to me again?
âNow there, that wasnât so bad was it?â He asked me, when I didnât reply he slapped at my stomach were the wet stuff was, making me cry out in pain. âI must say I enjoyed doing that to you again, and you lay there and took it like a good little whore you are.â He continued. His voice was making me feel physically sick. I had been safe from this for months, and I couldnât believe it had happened again.
He pulled me upright and smoothed down my dress, âIâm going to do this again, and if you fight me again, I will make it so much more painful than this time.â He said whilst his hand rubbed at my vagina again. âI may even teach you how to do things to me next time.â I just wanted to curl up and die at that moment. I didnât understand what he meant by do stuff to him. My head was so clouded with fear and I was in pain. It was almost like he enjoyed the pain he was inflicting onto me.
We suddenly heard a key in the lock, and I was relieved that our parents were home. He rushed out of my room into his own, with a warning glance which told me that if I told he would kill me like he told me months ago. I locked my bedroom door, and slumped against it. I felt so dirty and ashamed, obviously this was my fault that he was doing this to me I had to stop wearing dresses and skirts around him maybe then he wouldnât do this to me again.
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It’s now a week since Jason was raped and it doesn’t look like stopping any time soon
This is my first time writing. This is a true story that happened to me last summer, I just wanted a place to write down everything that had happened.
Perfect Wife – Diary of a bad time
8-9 Aug 2009
I was in a central Manchester hotel celebrating a business success with my husband Paul. Weâd had a bottle of wine with our meal then headed to the bar where we downed a couple of shorts before ordering champagne. Paul doesnât drink much so I was feeling pretty good after two vodkas and most of the wine and bubbly.
I blame the alcohol; it made talk about how I longed for my ex loverâs big hard dick right now. My husband had set me up for an affair with a beautiful man who Iâd loved for over three years; he was the one who had taught me what real sex was. He is the father of one of my twins and second father to the other. The affair had recently ended but he still visits at least once a week to see the twins or take them away for the weekend.
The champagne was empty so I went to the bar to order a couple of coffees before we retired. Another customer asked if I wanted a drink. “No Thanks Iâm with my husband”.
He followed me back to our table and ignored my husband while blatantly coming on to me. Paulâs look told me that if I wanted to take this guy to bed heâd be ok with it. I didnât really fancy him though, he was trying too hard, he was much too young, in his early twenties and he was too short and not particularly good looking. I tried to be polite by introducing Paul and displaying the rings on my left hand hoping heâd get the hint.
He took it as a hint to stay, the coffees came and he edged onto my seat pushing me along, he introduced himself as Mike. Although he was pushy he was a good conversationalist, his dialogue was aimed more at me but he began including Paul. He owned some web sites, which is a direction we were just beginning to explore so we grilled him about promoting our business online.
The cheeky bastard began stroking my thigh under the table. I moved to nudge him away but could see the excitement in Paulâs eyes so I hung back. Encouraged he slid his hand further and further up my thigh, his fingers were under my skirt hem now and I was a little tense as he crept towards my panties. This shouldnât be happening in public, it shouldnât be happening at all and again I was on the verge of protesting when Paul excused himself ostensibly to go to the toilet. I think that was an excuse so Mike could make more headway âgetting his hand inâ so to speak.
The moment Paul had turned his back Mike was all over me. One arm pulled me toward him, he planted his mouth on mine and he pushed my skirt up my thighs and pushed his hand down between my legs. My god this was so embarrassing, people could see what was happening but even as I went to push him away my knees parted.
He slid aside my panties and began teasing my pussy lips, easing them apart with his fingers and stroking his thumb over my clitoris. His mouth covered mine, his tongue probing, pushing and darting between my lips and flicking my tongue. His other arm was right over my shoulder, his hand down my blouse and fondling my breast. I know what Paul wanted but I really wasnât sure that this should go any further, then he pushed a finger inside me.
I gasped and then again when a second finger followed and he massaged my vagina and clitoris. Heads turned when he said in voice loud enough for people sitting close by to hear “Thatâs a sweet juicy cunt just begging for some nice black dick, loose your hubby and weâll do something about it”.
Many eyes followed Paul as he returned so when he sat down there were quite a few people watching and expecting fireworks. We had just about everyoneâs full attention, Mike was still groping me, one hand causing devastation between my legs, the other stroking my breast, he broke the kiss and turned his head to Paul and said “you wait here, your wife and me are going for a fuck”.
The embarrassment was both much worse and much more exciting than that first time in a motorway car park as for the second time in our live I walked away from Paul with a stranger. This time at least 16 people knew exactly why I was leaving with Mike. My heart pounded and my stomach fluttered as I walked out of the bar. His hand caressed my bum and he held the moist fingers of his other hand under his nose as people watched our departing backs.
The way he acted, the way he was treating me left me with the impression he was not a particularly nice man and for some reason that made me desperately want him. In the room we kissed and fondled and I was getting very hot, wet and excited. As I began to undo his trousers he said ” I donât use condoms, you got a problem with that?” When I said yes he began to walk to the door and said, “Up to you”. God I was so excited and needed his dick right then. Iâve never felt like that before, I blame the alcohol but the thought of missing a fuck with him had my heart thumping and a terrible a sensation of loss swelled in the pit of my stomach.
I donât remember but I must have called him back because he turned with a grin on his lips and slid his pants down until his dick sprung up, hard and erect. Over the last three years I had twice played being a prostitute and what I learned then told me that Mikeâs dick was about average. He was probably a couple of inches longer, maybe a bit more than Paul was, but tiny compared to my ex and minuscule compared to his friend Ahmeed. Iâm comparing dicks like a size queen. Donât misunderstand, it was the alcohol making me feel that way. I know that Iâd been very lucky with my ex, heâd spoiled me and my husband is a fantastic lover now, heâs learned an awful lot over the past few years and meets most of my needs – honestly. He just doesnât give me that completely fulfilled feeling that my ex had always managed.
Mike had not been circumcised which disturbed me a little. I am not very worldly as far as men go, Iâd only ever had âunprotectedâ sex with five men in my life, all but my husband in the last three years. Only one had not been circumcised, that was the night I conceived so I was not in a state to care. My two early experiences and two nights prostituting myself didnât count because they wore condoms.
We kissed and fondled each otherâs nakedness. With a gentle pressure he pushed me to my knees. His foreskin was pulling tightly with about a quarter of the damp head poking through the sleeve of tight skin. I took his erect dick in my hand and it just slid back and rolled over his corona to expose a damp head that reeked of concentrated man. If heâd been clean things would have been wonderful but I hesitated when I noticed a white crust. I went to scrape the grunge away but he grabbed a handful of my hair and pushed his dick into my mouth. The thought of that putrid muck in my throat was making me feel quite sick.
That distasteful moment soon abated as I got used to his powerful taste, I began to feel excitement again and work my magic with my mouth. The alcohol made me long for him, his actions made me feel so slutty and naughty and my embarrassment downstairs, so hot and the fact that he was someone Iâd only met twenty minutes earlier made me feel really wicked.
Stupid, given the prevalence of STDâs and what I thought to be unhygienic penile habits but we fucked bareback, he came inside me and held himself there until his dick began to shrink and he withdrew. It was not as memorable as Iâd hoped and I was disappointed, his style was fuck hard and blow seed rather than loving. He didnât make me cum, he didnât have the recuperative powers of my ex and I didnât feel fulfilled.
Mike didnât want Paul in the room and he was getting quite offensive. “Iâll put buckets of nigger baby batter up that juicy white cunt of yours tonight but I ainât fucking no slut wife with her husband watching, fuck him âtill morning”. He was scaring me and I told him I was not going to leave Paul out. Mike looked very angry and I was getting more frightened, bravely I told him to go, he shrugged and agreed to let Paul come up.
The next morning while Paul was taking a shower Mike and I fucked again before we vacated the room. I donât see three fucks as the promised âbuckets of baby batterâ so I guess his comment was an exaggeration or maybe I expected more than he was able to give.
On the way down in the lift Mike said heâd like to see me again, “your husband donât mind me fucking you, he donât mind who you fuck, we should do it again”. After a little whispered chat with Paul and lots of disgusted or interested stares from other people in the lift I asked him if heâd like to visit us at home next weekend.
15-16 Aug 2009
My ex had taken the twins and the weekend went pretty well, I kept Mike hard quite a lot of the time and by Saturday evening when we walked to the pub weâd already fucked three or four times. Most of the villagers were used to our mixed race twins and me having a black lover, Mike was charming and was easily accepted. He spent a lot of time pushing his web sites, which turned out to be porn sites. He laughingly told a few people that I could be his next big star. He left mid afternoon on Sunday with promises to return next Saturday.
I was considering if I should tell him that I didnât want to see him again, there was just nothing there, no passion, he wasnât a good lover and wasnât satisfying me and his joke about me being his next star worried me. I talked about it with Paul but we got side tracked when the thought of me being in a porn movie got us so excited that we just had to fuck there and then. Afterwards we reached the conclusion that it was just bravado or that he liked embarrassing Paul or he was using a very tactless form of internet marketing. Porn films, especially interracial porn films were made in California so I had nothing to concern myself about. We decided that Iâd try to teach him a few things next weekend and break it off if it didnât get any better so I arranged for the twins to spend the weekend at my parentâs house.
22-23 Aug 2009
Saturday was quite good other than him refusing to use his tongue on me, “No way am Iâm licking out a cunt” and he insisted on using a rubber sleeve that he slipped over his dick just behind the head. It was about two inches long with rows of short hard spikes. I donât enjoy toys much so I was unenthusiastic but the extra girth those spikes gave him was wonderful. For the first time I began to enjoy him and a couple of times I was very close to cumming, but it just didnât happen and again I was left frustrated.
It started going bad after lunch on Sunday. He told Paul to sit in the bedroom chair while Mike and I fucked, heâd obviously got over his concern of being watched. Mike was being very forceful in thrusting that spiked thing hard and fast, he grabbed my left breast and squeezed hard, I held back a squeal. He snarled at Paul, “Hey wimp, come lick my ass and balls while Iâm fucking your wife”. When Paul didnât move Mike lashed out thumping me brutally several times in the left breast. I honestly thought heâd killed me, I tried to scream but could get no air, I tried to pull in a great lung full of air but I couldnât breath, the pain was incredible. During this agony he grabbed my throbbing breast and squoze and screwed it, he rammed his hard and spiked member into me thumping and grinding his pelvis hard against mine. Paul was standing beside us pulling Mike by his shoulders saying “Hey thatâs enough”. Mike lashed out at Paul, pulled out of me then began hitting Paul to the ground. He kicked him then pulled his knife from his socks, holding it under Paulâs chin then said, “Do as your fucking told and no one will be hurt… much”.
He turned back to me, thumped again then squoze my painful breast very hard and I did manage a kind of squealing scream this time. He didnât release the pressure but growled, “If your fucking husband donât do what I tell him youâll know real pain” and he squoze harder. I screamed again and he rammed his hard rubber sleeve into me and began gyrating his pelvis. I whimpered to Paul “Please” so my husband knelt behind him. The pain must have made me clench up because those spikes were seriously hurting my vagina, tearing at the flesh. Sometimes heâd pull right out and scrub the spikes hard against my clitoris.
Eventually he did cum, he stood, dressed and before he left he said “Next week youâre going to dress real sexy âcos youâre coming to Manchester without that fucking cuckold wimp and youâll get some real fucking”. Then as an afterthought, “Oh and donât go fucking complaining to no one or Iâll fucking find you and cut a souvenir off your pretty face”. Then he noticed the photo of the children on the dresser, picked it up and looked at it for a few seconds then smiled and said, “Nice kids”.
Weâd never know such violence and threats and were scared stiff, we talked about calling the police but I was convinced that theyâd not do anything because weâd invited him or of him getting to the twins before he was arrested. Maybe he was in a gang and his friends would get us even if he were to be arrested so we didnât tell anyone and we began living our lives in fear.
29-30 Aug 2009
The following Saturday morning when alone I drove to Manchester Iâd dressed in the clothes Iâd worn the first time my ex had visited our house. My vagina was still tender, my breast still sore, swollen and bruised but I looked hot.
There was no pretence of consideration, when I arrived he looked me up and down and said “Nice” and I thought he was coming to hug me at the door so the shock of his fist slamming my left breast was terrible. People were passing in the street but no one offered to help me or even looked as I staggered back. He pushed me up the stairs to a dingy bed-sit flat. Threadbare carpet, two ring cooker, water heater over a sink that only had a cold water tap, an old armchair that had seen better days and a wooden backed char. In one corner was a dank bed that looked like it needed changing about a year ago.
He threw me onto that bed; it smelled of urine, stale sex and rancid sweat, I heaved at the stench and he raped me again and again. His rubber sleeve was not too bad at first but by early evening and the fourth time heâd violated me I was getting more and more sore. When I asked him to take it off he turned nasty again and callously thumped my breast and began to thrust with more vigour. As he violently fucked me he took hold of my throbbing breast twisted and crushed it hard. “Youâre a nigger loving white cum slut and when Iâve done here youâre gonna whore for me and youâll get fucked by enough nigger dick to put a smile on your fucking miserable face. Youâll earn me some cash and it better be enough or Iâll crush your tit so fucking bad.”
So once again I was being a prostitute, this time it was not my own choice but for real, and I was petrified of what heâd do if I didnât earn enough to please him. I offered him some cash to let me go, “Fuck that” he said, “You can give me the cash anyway but youâre still my whore.” He opened my handbag and emptied my purse and took my car keys.”
Before he took me outside I was told heâd be sitting in my car and to hand him the money after every customer and not to hang about but to come right down with the customer. “Donât suppose you got any of these” and I was given an old box of condoms. Then I was told that if he flashed the lights it meant I was negotiating with someone he knew. I had to be very nice to them, not charge them, take them bareback if they wanted and have them cum in my cunt or ass or whatever and still I was to come down with them so Iâd not have time to clean myself up.
I was already very sore but after seven hours another nine men had fucked me that night. At four am Mike locked my car and we went back inside when he said that Iâd done well, pushed me on the bed and hard fucked my slack, sloppy and sore cunt again. After heâd cum he thumped my breast before I was allowed to sleep. Iâd had the semen of three of Mikeâs non paying friends plus himself sloshing in my raw vagina that night, my breast was terribly sore and throbbing, Iâd been robbed and threatened and I silently sobbed myself to sleep.
I was woken around eleven by someone rolling me to my back and pushing my legs apart, he lay on top of me. I was too tired to care or open my eyes and the smell of stale alcohol and bad breath made me turn away. My god I was sore as he started to open me, I opened my eyes to see a strangerâs face as he slammed his thick rampant dick into my tender cunt. There were five men including Mike, mostly young, some not yet out of their teens. By two thirty Iâd been fucked in every hole by all of them then they had some fun fucking me with a coke bottle.
When theyâd had there fill of me and gone Mike pulled a syringe from a draw, “You look upset, here, shoot this it will make you feel better”. No way, I shrunk away from him, grabbed my bag and car keys and dashed from the house. My raw vagina and ass leaked semen, my left breast throbbed, Iâd slept in my clothes and I smelled how I imagined a brothel would smell the morning after, Iâd been told to take some drug or other and I was so depressed that Iâd considered suicide at least twice. I cried all the way home.
4 Sept 2009
Mike phoned and said he expected me in Manchester by lunchtime tomorrow. Half an hour later when my ex came to collect the twins he noticed there was a problem but both Paul and I were unwilling to discuss it.
5-6 Sept 2009
Saturday came and Paul decided heâd come with me and talk to Mike about his violence. Mike sat on the chair Paul and I on the bed. Paul began, “Listen Mike, thereâs no problem about having sex with Chris but this is going too far, your violence is…” Mike jumped up, thumped Paul on the side of the head, he rolled over the end of the bed to end up in a heap on the floor. Mike lashed out and kicked him a few times, turned to me and began pummelling my breast while he held a hunk of my hair to prevent me backing away.
My handbag had gone flying across the bed and my birth control pills fell out, Mike saw them and went ballistic. Shouting he battered my left breast harder and more viciously than heâd ever done before. Paul was just rising and was beaten to the ground again and thumped and kicked and told he was never to fuck me again. I think that Mike was unaware of Paul being infertile and that I had the pills as an artefact of my previous affair but that didnât really matter right now.
I was dragged to the dismal, filthy communal toilet along the corridor where I was made to kneel before the stained and reeking bowl and open each pill in turn and drop it into the toilet. He pulled my hair and with each pill I dropped he slapped or punched or kneed my breast. I was only thankful that Paul was unconscious in the bedroom so he couldnât hear my screams.
Back in the bedroom Mike pushed his knife to my cheek and told me that if he ever finds out that Iâve been taking the pill again or fucking my husband heâd scar my face for good and really hurt us both. He pushed his knife against my cheek and forced me onto the bed, he kicked my legs apart and began ramming my tender cunt with his engorged dick. After heâd fucked me he said “I hope you bought condoms âcos Iâm not supplying no fucking whore to fuck everyone”.
I still had some left in the box Iâd kept from last week. I took them out of my bag to show him, he nodded. I opened the box and looked inside and noticed that some of the packets were not inflated the way a sealed packet should be. I remembered last week that a couple didnât feel right when I took them from the box. Three packets had several small holes right through. I showed them to Mike “So fucking what, itâs up to you, you can use busted rubbers or fuck bareback, I donât give a shit, just get me the money”.
As soon as Paul began to stir he was told to leave, there was blood running from his nose and he was doubled up as he was kicked through the door. Later, when I went outside to wait for my first customer Paulâs car was still where weâd left it. Heâd sat in the car and watched a group of guys enter the house and a while later theyâd left and Iâm sure he realised that they had all fucked me. Now he watched me walking into the house with a string of strangers then coming out to hand the money Iâd earned to Mike.
For some customers I was eternally grateful to use condoms (not that many were what I would call nice looking) I used the good condoms first hoping theyâd last the night. They didnât so I had the choice of none or to use the damaged ones so I slid the damaged ones over their dicks for what little protection they offered. I know one broke because the torn end was hanging from my vagina after heâd finished and my last customer was over the moon because I had none left. I spent most of the Sunday satisfying six of his friends. When I left the house I was still not allowed to clean myself and I stunk of man sweat and semen. Paul was waiting in the car. Heâd sat there in agony, blood staining the front of his shirt for almost 24 hours while he watched his wife forced to fuck client after client. Heâd sat there watching this horror, too frightened of what could happen if he called the police but hoping that I could feel him close by. That episode had cost Paul a concussion, a swollen ear, bloody nose, black eyes and two cracked ribs.
Driving home we decided I should start using the morning after pill so the next day we bought a few packs of Levonelle. I began a regime of being a prostitute on Saturday, a gang banger on Sunday and on arriving home take the pill. We knew that this wasnât the way to use these pills but what choice did I have. Paul and I didnât make love because we were both too frightened of the consequences of Mike finding out and I think the psychological effect on Paul was having serious repercussions. We only hoped that he never found out about the Levonelle.
My vagina was getting used to his rubber cock ring and taking so many men so I was not too sore but he still abused my left breast, at least once a week he thumped it and most every fuck session he squeezed and twisted it relentlessly. The bruising and swelling never had time to die down so now it was so very tender all the time, probably half as big again as my right and was coloured purple, black, green and blue.
17 Sept 2009
Mike phoned and told me that I was to start coming to Manchester on Fridays from now on and stay over until Monday. My god what were we to do? This was getting worse and worse with no way out.
18 Sept to 16 Nov 2009
For the next few weeks there would always be two or three friends of Mike waiting when I arrived on Friday evenings. Theyâd fuck me and insert bottles and other things into me until it was time for me to go out and prostitute myself. Saturday and Sunday Mike and his friends first fucked and played with me before I was sent out on the street for the rest of the afternoon. The evenings and nights, until three or four am were the same, first Mike and friends then anyone else. Then on Monday I was usually woken by someone pushing a dick or bottle into my cunt or ass and again had to take three or more men bareback.
19 Nov 2009
The Levonelle had let me down, I could feel it in my belly, I was sure that I was pregnant. I told Paul and we decided that given our fear of Mikeâs temper and threats that I should tell Mike as soon as possible.
20 Nov 2009 to 21 Dec 2009
I told him that I thought I was pregnant, “So fucking what, donât come fucking snivelling to me, you got yourself knocked up so you can have the black bastard, itâs your problem, I donât want to know.” Then a few seconds later “You know that if you give me any shit Iâll hurt you bad”.
During the first few weeks of my pregnancy I was still made to work from Friday evening to Monday afternoon earning money, fucking Mike and his friends and progressing from coke bottles to wine bottles.
As I was leaving on the Monday I was told I had to be in Manchester by lunchtime Christmas Eve and to stay until the fourth of January. It would be busy and I would earn a lot of money so make sure I bring plenty of condoms.
24 Dec 2009 to 4 Jan 2010
Abject fear made me spent 18 hours a day fucking a continuous stream of drunk, stoned and horny black men rather than being at home with my husband and children. I just didnât care what he did to me anymore except that I wish he would just stop thumping my breast like he did. I was a machine for fucking, I was used like a machine and I thought like a machine.
8 Jan 2010
I was met at the station. Iâd stopped taking my Audi after that first weekend because the passenger door had been dented. Tim, one of Mikeâs bigger friends held out his hand for me as I left the platform and said, “Act natural, weâre filming this”. Instant terror but heâd taken hold of my hand and gripped it tightly so I couldnât get away. Mike and another guy were pointing professional looking movie cameras at us and my heart began to thump. My god he meant it.
I was guided to a 4×4 and was driven out to the south of Manchester, Tim and I in the back seat. Of the other two, one was driving and Mike was filming. With the camera pointing at us Mike told me to suck Tim off.
“Not on camera” I said.
Thump, heâd lunged the camera between the seats to thud into my left breast, in a total field of screaming red agony all resistance instantly went, so as we drove through South Manchester and the lanes of Cheshire I was being filmed sucking a huge black dick.
We arrived at a grand house on the outskirts of a village. Inside were nine or ten other people, Tim, Mike and the other cameraman followed me in. There were lights and cameras everywhere. It had been on my mind since soon after we first met, I knew what was going to happen, I began to back toward the door. The crowd behind me prevented me from fleeing, Mike grabbed my wrist, lashed out at my breast again with the camera and I crumpled to the floor. With both my hands cupping the exploding pain he kicked and I blacked out.
I was still in excruciating agony when I came round. Mike said “Iâve had enough of your fucking shit, weâre going to shoot this film before your belly gets too fucking big, itâs up to you how much pain it takes. We can make a violent rape movie or do it nicely, either way youâre going to get a fucking good banging on film this weekend. Weâll shoot another when you are really showing, seven or eight month, just before your black bastardâs due so it looks like this one got you knocked up. It donât really matter, weâll always be able to sell a pretty white whore getting gang banged or raped by half a dozen big niggers.”
Friday night was really just practice and recording what was supposed to be an interview, it began by me showing my driving licence to the camera and them asking my name, date of birth and to where I lived.
“We donât usually fuck old women but you look so fucking good.”
The guy doing the talking was probably 22 or 23 but even so it rankled that he called me an old woman. Yes Iâm 38 but I donât look much older than he is and I am being reasonable when I say Iâm much better looking than he could ever be.
“Why are you here?” he asked.
Iâd been told what to say, “Because my husband is a little wimp cuckold with a tiny white cock who canât fuck to save his life and he always leaves me wishing Iâd been fucked by some really big black dicks. Now I can get my chance, I hope you guys are big enough for me?”
“Is this enough for you?” Tim asked as he slipped out ten inches of thick black meat from his pants.
“And this” the guy doing the talking said as he pulled out an even thicker black beast.
All six were huge, all were longer than my ex and a couple rivalled Ahmeed in length and girth. “Oh my, those are all just perfect, Iâm really going to love being fucked by all of you.”
I had to pose with dicks everywhere, holding them pointing at my face or tongue out to lick, guiding them to my cunt or ass, holding either one or two, one in each hand as though I was wanking them off.
After the preliminaries and the cameras were turned off I had to fuck all of them, the whole team, all fourteen people. I was raw and dripping when Mike and Tim took me to bed. They took turns each, swapping Mikeâs rubber sleeve. It was not so bad when Mike fucked me but when Tim pushed his huge, thick dick in to me, those spikes hurt like hell even before they hit my cervix. Then it felt like someone had just poured hot coals up my cunt, he pushed past my cervix and those spikes screamed and tore and burned at that most sensitive part of me.
9 Jan 2010
I awoke on Saturday morning; Mike and Tim took a turn each to “get me ready for a good nigger fucking”. When theyâd both emptied themselves into me a guy was called in and he started to get me ready, I stood naked before him with my cunt and ass leaking semen, he looked me up and down, “Thatâs got to go” he said. My muff that had grown back since I split with my ex was shaved. I was pushed onto the bed, my legs were spread, my sex open to him, he wiped the semen that had leaked then he ripped each hair from my pussy and my ass. Next I was bathed and dried. I was then dressed in a pink tube top with no bra, the top was tugged into a position that hid my most of my bruising, pink micro skirt and no panties beneath and pink high heeled platform sandals that tied by criss-crossing ribbons to just below my knees. A towel was thrown over my shoulders and I was made up. I donât need much make up but this guy plastered foundation, colour, blusher, lip gloss, eye liner on me, he glued on false lashes and applied a glossy sheen to my cheeks and shoulders. My hair was sprayed, blown and primped.
I stood before a full-length mirror looking like a slut on the prowl for anyone wanting a good time. The dresser stood behind looking over my shoulder, “Hmm good enough to fuck”. He pushed me forward and slid his dick into my vagina from behind. I put my hands on my knees and watched the reflection of a big bald black artist fucking his cheap white tramp creation from behind.
I was to walk from the end of the lane towards the house carrying a small designer bag in my right hand as though Iâd been shopping and swinging my left arm so that the sunlight reflected off my engagement and wedding rings.
A guy (Tim) came from a car that was just in shot and walked over to me. “Hey beautiful, you want to have fun with some big black dick” I pretended to ignore him and continued towards the camera. Tim walked alongside me saying “come on baby, some nice big black dick, thatâs what you want and you know youâll love it”.
“No thanks, Iâm waiting for my husband to come home. Iâve been trying to get pregnant and Iâm fertile right now”.
Another guy came out of the bushes just in front of us, “You hear that Tim, sheâs fertile and I think she needs some nigger jizz to make sure she gets pregnant.”
They both dragged me to the house with me protesting that I was fertile and that my husband would be home soon. I was pushed through the door where I was to pretend to be scared (I didnât need to pretend) and object when Tim sat, withdrew his dick and told me to suck him off. He reached, took my hand and pulled me to him. I shouted, “no, no, Iâm married.” I was forced to my knees and had his swollen member pushed between my lips. “No please, my husband, please no”. While I was sucking him the other guy took out his mobile phone and made a call. A couple of minutes later the other four men walked in.
Soon they were stroking me, sliding hands between my top and my boobs, I flinched when one began massaging my left breast, A hand was between my legs and my very short skirt just didnât cover anything in this position. I was very conscious of the bright lights, the camera flashes and people moving about behind me.
Tim pulled me up and slid his thick dick up my tender cunt. My cervix was still sore and I gasped in pain but struggled not to show how much it hurt as he pushed deeper. I felt some pressure on my ass and then there was a thick black dick invading me there. Another guy came in from the side and forced his dick into my mouth and yet another took one of my hands and placed it on his huge shaft.
Timâs dick started to jerk and he groaned “Oh fuck baby, your first load of nigger jizz”.
“Oh please no, I donât want a black baby I want my husband to make me pregnant, what will he think of me if I have a black baby”.
He grabbed my ass and pulled me deep onto him, “Ahh fuck that shit, Iâm cumming deep and Iâm cumming good, just feel that nigger baby batter squirt into you.”
Iâm not going to say much more about it, those who see the video wonât need any description, those who donât can use their imagination. I will say that I had to put on a good pornographic show or suffer the consequences and to my horror I really came, not once but lots and lots. I truly donât know why, maybe it was frustration, maybe excitement I really donât know. Neither Mike nor anyone else had made me cum in all the months Iâd been serving him and I was sure that shear terror prevented me climaxing. I came today, I came good, with months of pent up frustration released. From Tim first cumming inside me to way past the end I was continually cumming and I really felt deeply fulfilled, Iâd been properly fucked for the first time in months.
Semen flowed from my vagina and ass and was splattered over my body, I had the taste of it in my mouth. I just lay there and let the trembling in my body slowly fade while they reviewed sections of the film on a huge TV screen. They said they needed more cum shots, personally I think it was just an excuse, each of them fucked me again, some shooting across my face and hair, some across my body, some just pulling out and squirting onto my swollen pussy lips. Some staying inside my vagina or ass while they came then pulled out and the camera zoomed in to show the semen leaking from me.
I was shown the door and told to leave. Mike said heâd be in touch. I had no idea where I was and was still soaked in semen but I rang for a taxi and told the driver to take me home, all the way, I was in no mood for the train.
15 Jan 2010
Back to normal, Friday train, fuck Mike and his friends, prostitute myself, fuck Mike, sleep. Saturday fuck Mike and his friends, prostitute myself, fuck Mike and his friends, and prostitute myself again, fuck Mike, sleep. Sunday fuck Mike and his friends, prostitute myself, fuck Mike and his friends and prostitute myself again, fuck Mike, sleep. Monday fuck Mike and sometimes his friends, train, home, weep in my husbandâs arms.
20 Jan 2010
Mike phoned and told me to sign up for one of his web sites. The film and a lot of stills had been posted. I asked if I could have his login details “Fuck that” he said, “I ainât no fucking charity, you want to see yourself getting fucked you got to pay”. $49 (about ÂŁ32) later Paul and I were able to watch my first porn film. The link was right at the top of the main page, listed as “New” and “Featuring Chris Manton (thereâs no point hiding my identity anymore) in her first black gangbang” with a picture of my smiling and overly made up face surrounded by six huge black dicks. There were two versions, one in three sections and a continuous one, they were billed as âSee Chris Manton, a beautiful white MILF sucking and fucking and getting knocked up by six supersize niggers. Chris is a wealthy, married lady living in an exclusive area. Coming home from a shopping trip Chris is waylaid outside her own house by one of our nigger fuck machines. She protests bitterly until she feels his big black shaft sliding into her cunt. She loves all six of our supersize nigger studs to cum in every hole. 3 hours 20 minutes quality video.â
Oh horror, my full name in the headlines. It was all there, huge black dick sliding into my swollen vagina and into my ass, me masturbating while I sucked, semen flying, me catching it and swallowing it, semen dripping from my hair, my chin, in streaks across my top and skirt. My vagina and ass gaping open after some huge, thick pole had just pulled out and his semen was beginning to run out and my looks of ecstasy. It caught me cumming and cumming while I was relentlessly fucked by six very well endowed black men and yelling out for more. It had been cleverly edited so that my swollen and bruised left breast was never in camera shot.
When it had ended the credits rolled up acknowledging the full cast, including the production and postproduction team and myself. Then the interview with me holding my driving licence up to the camera and saying who I was, how old I was, where I lived and that I wanted to make this film. Paul took a freeze frame, blew it up and filtered it and sure enough you could make out our full address on my licence.
I phoned Mike and told him. “Donât fucking whinge, what the fuck do you expect, we got keep to the law and we want to sell this in America” he replied. Although I was horrified and frightened of anyone else seeing it the film was quite a good movie. If I didnât know how Iâd been forced into doing it Iâd watch it, feel sexy as hell and yearn for some big black dick.
22 Jan to 1 Feb 2010
I was phoned on Thursdays and told to get myself to Manchester on Friday where I was fucked until Monday afternoon.
Back home Iâd get the occasional odd look in the supermarket and we began noticing unknown cars driving by our house and people wondering about outside. We learned to ignore the doorbell after Iâd walked out a couple of times and was accosted with proposals of a quick fuck I was very careful to make sure the way was clear before I went out, we discussed selling the house and moving.
4 Feb 2010
My ex was concerned that I was never in when he came to collect the twins, heâd came to see me the week before because he was worried and commented on my now bulging belly. Today he walked in; he still has keys to our house and heâs welcome anytime. “What have you been doing? Are you mad or what? You are supposed to be looking after my child here and I see youâve been making porn films”.
It all came out, the brutality, the threats, the terror, everything. My ex was furious, not really at me although he ranted about me not telling him, but Paul took a dressing down for not protecting me and not informing the police. We told him how Paul was beaten whenever he attempted to defend me, about the cracked ribs, broken finger, broken nose, black eyes, split lips and other violence that Paul had sustained whenever he tried to put a stop to it. “Where does this bastard live?” We told him and he went. An hour later he called to say the address was just a fuck house, a brothel where people rented rooms by the hour or day to fuck and no one would admit to knowing Mike, “where did you make the film?” I had no idea other than it was in North Cheshire near Stockport.
5 Feb 2010
On Friday my ex took me to Manchester along with Ahmeed and my husband. Mike was sitting outside the brothel in his car. Paul pulled up a way along the road, he made a phone call and we waited about 20 minutes. During that time a couple of other cars parked in the street and three men appeared and just wondered up and down. We moved the car and pulled up just behind Mike. Paul (my ex) walked past Mikeâs car, turned at the front and thrust a long spike through the radiator grill. Walking towards the driverâs door he lunged the spike into the front tyre. Mike was jumping from the car and pulling his knife. Ahmeed strolled up behind him, reached over and lifted the knife from his grasp. Words were spoken, voices raised, Mike looked around and saw the people who had turned up in the last half-hour. My ex said something Mike nodded then my ex and Ahmeed walked back to the car. “Itâs over,” said Paul.
Following weeks
We decided that I wouldnât have an abortion, firstly it was getting quite late plus itâs not the foetuses fault she was conceived as she was and to us life is worth more than a quick operation.
We put the house up for sale and began looking for somewhere else and moved to Lancaster to my exâs house while we found somewhere new.
I was tested for SDIâs and although I had been infected with two different diseases I was very lucky to have nothing life threateningly serious. Granuloma inguinale and trichomoniasis that were both cured with antibiotics. Itâs thought that we caught the trichomoniasis early enough not to effect the birth of my child, we hope so but only time will tell. My ex phoned Mike up to tell him and to get some advice but Mike just told him to fuck off.
Paul and I still donât have sex, the infections, and psychological damage didnât help, weâre not over it yet but weâre getting there slowly.
My belly is growing and I often speculate what would I do if I received a phone call telling me to make that pregnant gang bang movie. I still live in fear of Mike so if he ever does call me Iâm sure Iâd be so scared that Iâd just have concede to his wishes. Iâve got used to being seen as a notorious porn actress now and I know that the movie or extracts from it are doing the rounds of the tube sites. For some strange reason I can often cum just by thinking about being filmed while six big and thick black men cum inside me. Some of the stills or sections of the movie are used to advertise Mikeâs sites on the likes of blackdickclan, blackcocksluts and blacksridewhites.
14 Mar 2010
With the recession and our need to sell quickly we managed to sell out house for about ÂŁ100K less than it was worth. Weâd bought another one, isolated and surrounded by heavy security. We had been staying at my exâs house since this horror finished, we moved back home to pack for our move in two weeks. I answered a knock at the door; Mike stood there with a pair of twins sexily hanging on to each of his arms.
“Iâve been a couple of times, you werenât in, are you going to leave us standing here?” he asked.
I was petrified and the fear showed. I was already incontinent because of both my pregnancy and what had happened with him, my bladder gave way and urine trickled down my legs. Mike looked down at the liquid splashing between my feet and smiled, he said, “Youâve no need to be scared”.
Paul was now standing beside me, Heâs been working in the kitchen and I could see that heâd picked up a big carving knife. “You wonât be needing that” Mike said, “Iâve come to apologise and to offer you a proposition, We canât talk here on the doorstep”.
I stepped back, Paul stayed where he was for a few seconds then moved away. Mike and the twins walked in, I say twins, looking closer I could see they probably werenât. They were about nineteen, and wore similar clothing, they were both pale skinned and had white blonde hair in the same style and the same shape face. The shorter one had brown eyes and dark eyebrows while the taller, slimmer one had pale blue eyes and almost white eyebrows, a natural blonde. Both looked to be stoned out of their heads.
“No not twins, but they look enough like it to be good for business, theyâre not as feisty as you either thank fuck, I guess thatâs the heroin. Sorry they knocked you off the top spot” (Mikes web sites have a top 50 porn film category for the site) “but I guess it wonât be for long, itâs just because theyâre new” was Mikes response to my stare. “Look Iâm really sorry, I tried to get you hooked but you were having none of it, terror was the only other way. Itâs no excuse to a decent woman, these two are whores anyway but you really are so gorgeous and fuckable that I just had to have you in a film. The rest just came because every time I did something to scare you, you accepted it and came back for more, It just got a little out of hand”.
I was trembling, it sounded like he was trying to blame me for all the pain, the agony, the depression, the feelings of uselessness and thoughts of suicide that both Paul and I had because he thought I wanted more pain and abuse. The guy was sick in the head and needed help.
He reached into his pocket. Paul stepped foreword lifting the knife (heâs not violent in any way but I think that right then he was ready to use that knife) and I backed away. Mike said, “I said you wonât need that”. He took an envelope from his pocket and handed it to me. “Ten grand there, Thatâs your percentage of what we earned plus a monkey for doing the film and weâve given you a bonus âcos we sold the film to four US organisations”.
I shook my head and handed it back to him, he was obviously trying to buy me so he could use me again.
“Donât be like that,” he said as he pushed the envelope back to me.
I backed away and he said, “If thatâs the way you want it” as he dropped the envelope back into his pocket. “Anyway three of the Yanks have asked if youâd go and do some sessions in the states, Itâs good money for you so weâd want some commission. Weâve also had enquiries from Japan and Russia as well as an awful lot of fans that just want to fuck you. You could earn a lot of money for a few of weeks a year and fuck some of the biggest dicks in porn. You could be really famous, an international porn star. Even with the fans you could probably ask five hundred or a thousand a night, mostâd be willing to pay anything you asked.”
I was weeping and shaking my head and was feeling filthy again, my body was trembling and all the horror was flooding back. I backed away some more.
“Ok” he said, “I can see youâre still upset, youâll get over it, hereâs a phone number, ring it if you want to take the yanks up or do that gang bang we talked about”. He glanced down at my bulge “still a few months to decide on that one. If it makes you feel any better I wonât be there, Iâm taking the girls to Nigeria for a few months.” He dropped a card on to the hall dresser and turned to the door. “I listened to that big black bastard that phoned me and we all been checked out, some of us needed some fixing up but in a month or two weâll all be ok if you want to shoot another film it wonât be a problem. I donât suppose youâll want a fuck now for old times sake?”
“Thatâs enough, go, now” Paul said.
As he turned to the door he said, “Donât forget the offer, the Yanks want to fuck you and weâd love a film to finish off your first one.”
Paul said “Just a second, are you two ok with the way he treats you?” Mike looked innocent, the girls glanced at each other, then at Mike, back to each other before finally looking at Paul. The smaller one said, “Yuh heâs cool” in a broad Glaswegian accent and the other had an east Manchester accent saying “Cool, we don hafta beg no fix no more an he takin us ta Nigeria wiv im” and shrugged.
Paul slammed the door on them and now I know that no matter how much I fanaticise, I wonât ever be making that pregnant gang bang movie or any other porn movie. We didnât notice the envelope on the hall cabinet until much later that night.
15 Mar 2010
I began writing this account, I guess itâs what is called “Closure” in the USA. I know it will take much more than sitting down for a few days but I began writing it to see if it helps. In some ways it has, in other it brought back terrors that are best left to die, just as Mike should.
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Promiscuous wife forced to let her boss have fun
After that heavy torture thing last time I said to my slut, that weâll have a nice relaxed gang bang in a cinema in our town. I put an invitation on the website of the sex cinema and wrote the following text:
âWe plan a gang bang on Saturday from 8 pm open end. Feel free to cum as often as you want and bring lots of friends with you. My slutslave is Romanian, slim, 25, brown haired and tanned and has a great slim body. Her small sluttish perky boobs are waiting for your hands and your cum. She s extremely hungry for all your cocks and swallows everything you give her. My slut is one of the most submissive sluts in the world. She does everything you want. We hope to see you soon. What you need is an actual aids test. Entry fee: 20 dollarsâ
I made a deal with the cinema owner to share the money he made. So we prepared ourselves for the evening. Benas heart was beating double the speed it normally does. She was already wet the whole day. She had no idea of how many guys would fuck her that night. She had to wear her servants dress with hot black stockings, a short skirt in black with white pockets and a shelf bra, which exposed her long puffy nipples. She had a servants hood on her head and wore 5 inch black latex stilettos. As usual she wasnât allowed to wear any slip. When she walked, her new fat piercing rings on her pussy lips hit together and made a hot concert.
When we left home Bena was so excited that we had to stop on the way to the cinema, cause she had to pee. We stopped at a parking lot and she walked in front of our car. Lifted her skirt and peed in front of it. I was rock hard immediately. When she was finished she stood up and let the rest of the pee run down her hot freshly shaven long slim legs. She got into the car and gave me a taste of her pee with her hand. Then she fucked herself a bit with her hand and licked her juice from her hand. I was so fucking hard so I ordered her to suck my dick immediately. Instead of sucking it in the car she walked around and opened the drivers door. She took my dick in her hungry slutmouth, while her bare ass was poking out of the car. Her fuckslut was visible to everybody. Her piercings hung down her slit. Some cars passed us and hooted. They couldnât believe their eyes. Bena went on sucking my dick and with her special slut technique she massaged my cum out of my balls in record time. Quite a good training for tonight I thought. She slurped my cum down, after she played with it in her slutmouth. She is a specialist in cum gargling and enjoys to tease with it. After she swallowed she wiped her mouth and sat back in the car. We drove to the cinema, where we couldnât believe what we saw.
There was a waiting line at the cinema. It seemed that there were 40 or 50 guys when we passed the whistling group. There were guys of every social background (even some really nasty ugly beggars). Ebony guys, Caucasians and Asians. Young and really old guys. Punks and business guys. What a fucking mess I thought. That takes hours to make them happy. When Benaslutslave passed them they started to grab at her tits and ass cheeks. I had to separate them to come into the cinema. There was some kind of bodybuilder I couldnât get off. He grabed my slut on her hair and forced her down to the ground. Bena obeyed. He forced his dick out of his trousers directly in her throat. She sucked submissively and massaged his shaven bull balls. He forced his fat dick till his balls knocked on her chin. Tears run down her eyes. Her eyelash smeared a bit. But he didnât take long to cum in her throat. He shot and Bena swallowed. She didnât have any choice. He ripped her head of his dick and disappeared. Bena fall back a bit and catched herself. Her pussy was visible to all the guys in the line. One of the guys said, that this piercings are fucking crazy. âYou are the filthiest whore heâll ever fuck! We walked down to the cinema rooms and it looked not like 40 to 50 but like 80 in total.
Bena found a seat in the first row. She sat down. Some really horny porn was running. But nobody cared. They all followed us and wanked their dicks. I sat next to her and played on her pussy. I fucked her with my four fingers in her pussy hole. I ordered the first guy to my slave and allowed her to start her blow jobs. She immediately had two dicks in her hands and on in her sluttish mouth. Behind her where dozens of guys and grabbed her tiny but fucking sexy little titties. I fucked her heavier and she moaned over the dicks. The first guy was near to cum and on rage. Bena sucked harder and he couldnât hold it anymore. He shot her in her mouth and released her. She was showing his cum to all the surrounding guys. They just realized what a slut she is. Then three guys where again next to her. She was changing dicks every 10 seconds and looked deep and sexy in their eyes. It didnât take long again and she collected their loads in her mouth. The other guys gave her their loads and Bena gargled 10 loads within 10 minutes. Her mouth was full. I fucked her now with four fingers in her pussy hole. After the experience with the sadist in his house her cunt was widely spread for 3 weeks. I ordered Bena to do daily training of her muscles down there to get it tighter again. But I had that feeling it didnât work out to her original tightness. Nevertheless she gargled the loads and suddenly swallowed all the mess and let go a yummy sound. Then she moved and kneeled on the cinema seat. She spread her bum and cunt into the masses and said, fuck me you fuckers. While she was bending over the seat she wanked dicks in the second row and blew a huge member from a beggar. That fat cock looked really ugly and smelled stinky but my Slaveslut sucked it dutifully. I guesss he hadnât have sex for years and Benaslut was doing something social. After just 30 seconds he shot his 10 thick jizz loads in her fuckface. She wasnât expecting that and was totally messed up. All the guys laughed and said, she is the sickest bitch in the world. Her pussy was already filled with a cock from an Asian guy. She didnât realize it first but as he changed holes in her butt she started to enjoy it. Another guy sat beneath her on the cinema chair and sucked her titties while he fucked my bitch in her pierced whorepussy. The Asian guy continued and shot his load in her ass. And so it went on for two hours. I didnât have the impression that the waiting line gets shorter. Bena was totally filled up with cum in every of her holes. Even when she gagged and threw up only cum disappeared from her. She felt in heaven. She was in the centre of the fuck universe. A cum loving goddess. Unexhaustible flows of warm cum. Under her three slave holes where huge puddles of cum. Her hair, her eyes and her ears where full of it too. She got a bit exhausted. I said to all, that my slut needs a 15 minute break.
After that we could continue. We disappeared in a dark room. What we saw was diverse SM stuff. I had an idea. I attached Benaslut on the swing set looking upwards and bound her A cup udders on a rope hanging from the ceiling. As usual they looked like tiny table tennis balls when they where bound. I enjoy that embarrassing presentation of her titless body. I bound her legs to the swing set. She had to arch back her head in a position where she can be fucked perfectly in her throat. Last but not least I bound her arms behind her back and attached her hair to it. So she was absolutely helpless and reduced to her three holes. Then I opened the door to the room and the guys flowed into the room.
Bena was still covered In cum and it flowed out of every of her holes. But that was only a third of what followed the next two hours. They raped her and fucked her. They filled her with their hands and fisted her ass and her pussy. Wads of slimy cum came ut of her bowels and her slutslit. She was chocked and gagged. Her face full of mucus. I asked the cinema guy if he could close the doors, because I think that my slave isnât able to take more than the 30 guys still waiting for their release. When I entered the room again some nasty guy was fist fucking her poor sloppy anus and causing a fat two inch prolapse coming out of her bumhole. He boxed it in and released his hand a second later. I couldnât see Benas condition through all that mucus, but I realized her moaning still. And finally she was still breathing and orgasming. I stopped counting after 6 or 7 times. Sure was she still had fun. Her piercings where hitting together in the speed of the fisting. She gagged loud and coughed. A huge black guy had stick his member in deep in her throat. It was clearly visible in her neck. He enjoyed that slow fuck deep in her and fucked her like that for at least 10 minutes. I couldnât believe what I saw but he managed to get that huge member of 11 inches all the way in. It was like sword swallowing, what she practiced with him while she got fisted. Several guys fucked their load in her pussy using breaks of the fister. I couldnât hold my cum seeing that black dick in my slave and fucked her on her eyes. I said, that they would have to hurry up. There is only half an hour left. With that the rest of the bunch stood around her and waited until the black guy shot his load into her mouth. She hold it and gargled. A group of guys shot their load into her cum bag mouth. 5 where left. I closed the room. I released here from all the bondages except the tit bondage. Her little teeny udders were deep red blueish. She had to kneel down. I got a whip and spanked her hard on her udders. She screamed. I whipped her hard again. She was back and more alive than before. It waked her up a bit. I whipped 10 times over her hot sexy ass cheeks. Then I told the five guys, that the guy who gets her to orgasm within a minute wins a night with her alone and can do whatever he wants except harming her permanently or killing her of course. Bena was kneeling a bit uncomfortable cause her tits lifted her up a bit.
The first guy must have cum from a construction area nearby. He was full of dirt and was stinking sweaty. He commanded Bena to stand up and fistfucked her cunt. After one minute she was really high but not near to cum. The second guy was another asian pervert and massaged her cum covered clit and licked it. I was shocked a bit but it seemed to work. Parallel he fucked three fingers in her anus and massaged artificially her left bluish tit ball. That brought her over the edge. So we stopped the challenge and he gave me his address for the next Saturday. I released Benaslut from her tit bondage.
Bena walked out the cinema towards the car fully covered in cum. I said to her, that she had to slurp the cum from her body or she doesnât come into my car. After five minutes I gave her a towel and rubbed the rest of her body dry. At home she took her shower tortured boidy and was still excited of that evening. She was fucked over 5 hours by dozens of full cum ball owners. She slept quickly and I m sure she had wet dreams that night.
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