Diesel’s attack began to splinter as his own orgasm drew closer. He pulled almost all the way out of her, then with one almighty pull and thrust he slammed back into her, pushing her over the edge with him. His cum pumped into her as her cervix worked overtime to claim every drop of the potent fluid. Diesel collapsed on top of her, his flaccid member slipping out of her followed by a stream of their combined juices.
He rolled off to the side, reached two fingers into her cunt and fed her the palmful he scooped out of her. She lapped it up eagerly, sucking his fingers clean. He ordered her to clean his cock, stretching and twisting her nipples mercilessly while she administered to him, whimpering.
“Keep sucking, whore,” he sneered. “Get me hard again so I can sample that fine ass. Mm, mm, yeah, that’s it. Work it bitch. Damn you’ve got a talented mouth.”
He ordered her onto her hands and knees as he retrieved a tube of lube from the night table. “Spread those cheeks and show me what I’m taking next. Perfect.”
He pushed a lubed finger through her pucker, and stroked her a few times before adding a second, then a third finger in the same fashion. Once she was relaxed enough he added some lube to his cock, got behind her and worked the head in. Sandy then surprised him by pushing back with all her might to take the huge shaft balls-deep in her rectum, screaming out her euphoria. He reached down and picked her up, still embedded on his shaft, walked them over to the chair, rotated her on his cock, and sat down with her facing him.
“You do the work, slut, show me how much you want it,” he ordered.
She feverishly worked her ass up and down his pole, bottoming every time, as he sucked, bit, and chewed her tits and nipples. She pushed her chest at him to give him easy access to her, and focused on fucking her ass with his huge cock. Soon the strokes became disjointed, and their moans rose in volume as they approached their peak, and crashed over. Sandy screamed again as his cum flooded her, and he bit down hard on her nipple. She sank limply onto him to catch her breath.
“Don’t get comfortable, bitch, get down there and clean me up. You got me dirty.” Diesel pushed her off him and down, to watch her lick and suck his cock clean with relish. Finished, Sandy rose and seemed to come back to herself, her eyes focusing and losing the dull sheen of lust.
“I’ve got to go,” she said. “Thanks for a good time.” She dressed and texted Mike, then left.
*****
Once home, I got a better look at Sandy and was taken aback. She was very well-used: the guy must have been pretty rough with her.
She saw the expression on my face and said, “I know how I must look, but I got everything I needed from him, and my need has been satisfied.”
I kissed her, gently then harder, tasting the cum in her mouth as we duelled tongues. “Someone’s happy to see me,” she said as we separated, and I shucked my pants, pulling my hard shaft loose. She looked at me sharply. “I need you to reclaim every part of me he took.”
We lost the rest of our clothes, embracing again as I led her over to the couch. I bent her over the side, spread her legs and entered her cum-filled cunt in one stroke. I fucked her full bore until her back arched and her orgasm exploded in her as she screamed. “Fuck yeah, Mike, that’s it, make me yours again!” I slammed into her and held there as my balls emptied into her.
“Let’s finish upstairs,” she said. “You’re not done yet.” I picked her up, carried her to the bedroom and threw her onto the bed. She immediately scrambled around, grabbed me and pulled my shaft into her waiting throat. Sucking and licking voraciously, she succeeded in getting me hard again. She lunged to the night stand, scooped out the tube of lube and applied it generously to her little pucker.
“Now, the coup de grâce,” she chortled. “Take back the rest of me.” She reached back and spread her cheeks, exposing her raw opening. I pushed all the way into her, slapping into the hands still on her cheeks, opening herself to me. She moaned and egged me on. “Hard now, take back what’s yours.” I obliged, pulling almost out then plunging back into her. I set up a steady pummelling of her ass accompanied by her shrieks and groans until she hit her peak again, screaming out as my cock exploded in her bowels.
We both collapsed on the bed, Sandy’s head on my chest. I looked down at her, taking in the bruises, hickeys, scratches, and her matted hair. Aware also of her battered, swollen sex parts, I wondered what spawned the dark inner desire which drove her to this. For now, I held her close, willing my love to wrap her in a healing blanket.
*****
Lying on her husband's chest, outwardly content, Sandy’s emotions warred within her. On top; disgust for herself to allow the treatment by the man, Diesel. How he degraded her the way he did, took away her identity. Underneath; the addiction to the desire which welled up in her, the tingle, as she recalled the things he did to her. The things she had begged him to keep doing to her.
As she lay there in her husband's embrace, these emotions slowly receded, becoming a distant memory she could close off... for now. Rousing herself, she reached up to kiss the man she loved, then headed to the shower to wash away the last vestiges of the man, the brute, Diesel.
*****
Life for us returned to normal for the next 4 weeks, except we were closer in an indefinable way. I felt it was because Sandy had shared the last part of her which she had heretofore kept from me, and probably everyone else. It was a clear example of her trusting me implicitly. This allowed her to relax like never before, not having to continuously keep her guard up.
During the fifth week however, as we approached another work-free weekend, Sandy became increasingly distant and irritable. Finally, I’d had enough and confronted her, saying, “Sandy, what’s going on? Is that devil perched on your shoulder again, whispering in your ear?”
Sandy blanched, came to me and held me in an embrace, murmuring into my chest, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’ve been trying to fight it, but it’s useless. I need another night out to take the top off the pressure cooker.”
My heart ached to hear those words, but it ached even more for what she was putting herself through. Still holding her close, I spoke above her head. “Sandy, I have reconciled myself to this lifestyle because you need it. It doesn’t do either of us any good if you try to deny it. It’s early days yet, and we are going through some teething pains.
“Rather than beat yourself up every time the urge comes over you, try to go with the flow of it. I will be there with you, so don’t shut me out. We’ll get through this together. We will need to maintain focus on safety though. Now that we’re talking about it, I’m not comfortable with the amount of abuse you took last time.”
“Thank you for grounding me,” she said, stepping back a bit to face me. “I was in a bit of a downward spiral, falling back into old habits. I did warn you I would return home in a state. That was precisely because I need to be treated that way when I’m out. It’s what I need from other men which I don’t want from you. I look specifically for the kind of man who will treat me that way.
“The only way for you to mitigate the abuse I take is for you to be there with me, but you prefer not to do that. Your only other option is to trust me as you said you would, and accept the way I return to you.”
I sighed, “OK, I accept what you’re telling me, and I will trust you to use the safety rules we have set up together. Are you going out this Friday night, to the same place to meet the same man?”
Sandy nodded. “Partially. I am going to the same place, but not specifically to meet the same man. I don’t want men like him to get familiar with me. You can drop me off and pick me up at the same time though.”
Friday night found me watching Sandy’s gorgeous ass in her red mini skirt walking away from me and into the club. Sandy seemed to have her game down pat, as I got a text from her at 8:30 again saying, ‘I’m leaving with the guys to go to their place.’ I looked up to see her exiting the club following one large white man, and arm-in-arm with two black men. They walked 3 blocks to get into a crew cab pickup and drove to a nondescript bungalow close to the water.
I parked a block behind them and watched as the driver, passenger, and one of the guys from the back got out. The guy from the back turned and reached in for Sandy, holding her by the elbow as she got out, naked from the waist up. They quickly caught up to the first two and entered the house. I checked my supply of tasers, knowing that things can easily get out of hand with 3 big men and a lone woman in their home.
I settled in to an e-book arranged on the dash so I could keep a constant eye on the house. My fears were allayed when I got a text from Sandy at 11:30 saying, “Out in a minute.” I watched as the front door to the house opened, and she started to emerge but was suddenly pulled back in. Only seconds after that, the panic alarm sounded. I jumped out of the car, having picked my billy club off the floor, and charged for the house.
The door was slightly ajar, so I hit it in full stride, rolling as soon as I crossed the threshold. This brought me to my feet at the entrance to the living room, where four surprised faces were turned in my direction, one man with a firm grip on my wife’s throat. The other two started to move, but were too slow. I got each of them with a taser, and they dropped immediately, spasming uncontrollably.
I met the last man’s eyes and growled, “Let go of her and step back. I’m only going to give you one chance at it.”
His look told me he wasn’t giving up that easily. I was right. He suddenly pushed Sandy towards me, hoping to confuse me as he followed behind in an attempt to rush me. I sidestepped them both, then spun to bring the billy to bear on the back of his head. He went down heavily, quickly struggling to rise again. My last taser put paid to that attempt, incapacitating him. I took Sandy’s arm and walked her out to the car and helped her in. I got the car in motion, heading for home.
Sandy had belted up as she got in, then again slid over as far as she could to put her head on my shoulder. I put my arm reassuringly around her, felt her body relax as she fell asleep, and pointed the car for home. The smell of sex, cum, lubricant, and aftershave soon pervaded the cabin, so I opened the window a little to help vent it out.
Sandy had dozed off a few minutes after we started moving. She didn’t actually go all the way to sleep, but drifted along in a sleep/wake state, reliving her night of debauchery.
*****
Sandy had walked into the bar full of confidence and anticipation. She saw, and reclaimed, the same bar stool she had sat on the last time. She ordered her drink, and gave the denizens of the bar the same view as before. This again triggered a parade of young students from the local uni, none of whom interested her. Her wait was about the same.
Shortly before eight, 3 burly men wandered into the bar, two of them black, and sat at a table across the other side of the bar from her. As they settled in and ordered drinks they took in their surroundings. One of them spotted her at the bar and nudged his friends. As they turned inquiring gazes toward her, she returned them with a smile, opening her legs slightly to confirm her meaning. Soon after, a drink arrived for her and the barman indicated the 3 men.
She stood, collecting her purse and drink, sashayed over to their table and asked, “This seat taken?”
The man closest to her pulled out the chair and indicated she should sit. “Hi,” she said, “I’m Sandy.” The men introduced each other as Bert, Jamal, and Leroy. They said they were in town to quote a big construction job for their company.
“Well,” she said, eyeing them seductively from under her lashes, “if you’re only here one night, we shouldn’t waste any more time.”
Bert seemed to be the spokesperson for the group, so he answered her, “Our company keeps a place here because it’s a big market for us. That’s where we’re staying. It would be a lot less lonely with someone like you to keep us company.”
“What are we waiting for?” Sandy quipped salaciously, “I’m looking forward to a wild night with 3 hung studs.”
They all got up, and she followed them out, surreptitiously sending a text to Mike. Jamal and Leroy gave her their arms as she walked the 3 blocks to the truck with them. Jamal got in the back with her and immediately pulled her over to him, duelling tongues with her as he divested her of her blouse and bra. Moving down he began to lick, suck and bite her tit and nipple. With Bert driving, Leroy reached over the front seat to get a handful of tit for himself, tweaking and rolling her other nipple.
By the time they reached the house her pussy was tingling and quickly turning her panties into a swamp. Sandy was ready to give whatever the men wanted from her. She gathered her things and stepped out into the street, chest pushed forward proudly as she strutted to the house and in.
Bert led them to the master bedroom where they quickly lost their clothes, the men eagerly devouring her with their eyes. Bert made the first move. “Get over here, slut, and show us how a professional sucks cock.”
Sandy immediately took the challenge, going straight to her knees in front of him. She lifted his thickening cock up and enveloped the head with her sucking lips, jacking the lower part of the nine-inch shaft in a screwing motion. Once he was hard she took him all the way down her throat and started fucking him.
Jamal lifted her up onto all fours, kicked her legs apart and slowly pushed the head of his ten-inch coke can cock into her cunt. She jumped, and Bert slapped her face hard, grabbed her hair and jammed himself back down her throat. Jamal forced the rest of his cock into her, brushing her cervix in the process and causing her a mini orgasm.
The two men then started fucking her ferociously. Jamal had her hip gripped in each ham hand to pull himself deeper into her. Leroy satisfied himself with having her stroke him off with one hand. Sandy could feel her orgasm coming on strong, then barrelling through her. The men gave her no respite, reddening both her butt cheeks and tits with heavy slaps from their mitt-like hands. This served to keep Sandy on an orgasmic high from the continued stimulation of her body.
Soon the men were grunting out their approaching peaks only to slam themselves into her, spraying cum directly into her womb and stomach. Leroy also came, shooting his cum onto the side of her face and in her hair. As the men softened and dropped out of her, she scrambled around to clean her juices from Jamal’s monster.
Bert lay down on the bed and called her over to use her mouth and tongue to get him hard again. She obliged happily and soon had him ready. “Mount me, cowgirl,” he ordered. She eagerly complied, sinking all the way down on his cock with a satisfied sigh.
“Leroy, lube this whore’s ass up and get into her. Jamal, come around in front of her and fuck the cunt’s throat.” She felt the lube on her pucker, then Leroy’s cock pushed slowly into her, while Jamal grabbed her hair to raise her head to the right angle and also pushed slowly in.
She had never been so stuffed full of cock in her entire life and was revelling in the experience. Once all three were seated in her, they started to fuck her. Bert and Leroy alternated thrusts, and Jamal slid into her throat to push her back as each of the other men’s cock pushed into her.
They started slow, quickly picking up speed until all three shafts were being slammed into her in syncopation. They used their hands copiously, slapping her face, ass, and tits as they fucked her. She quickly reached her peak, only for it to be followed by one after another, each arriving faster and faster until she felt the monster of all orgasms blooming up inside her.
The men were grunting again and losing sync, then one and all rammed their cocks into her and simultaneously vented their cum inside her. Her orgasm hit at the same time, forcing her body to clamp down on their shafts, milking every last drop from them.
The men took a break to get some drinks, then Bert had her get them hard again so they could change holes, keeping her airtight. They used her like the whore she yearned to be, her body quaking with every violent thrust from the strong men, her skin becoming scarlet from their strikes. They filled her up again, her sex actively drawing their fertile sperm from them as she blissfully rode another huge orgasm.
After another drink break they were at her again, each in a different hole than before. The men were starting to tire, but gained a second wind after a few minutes and finishing strong inside her, taking her breath away. Sandy was full to overflowing, tiring, sore, and reality was seeping in.
She stood and turned to retrieve her clothes, but Bert stepped up and growled, “Where do you think you’re going? You’re not done here yet.”
She straightened up and looked him in the eye, saying, “You’ve had your fun, I’ve had mine, it’s time for me to go.” She finished dressing, shot off a text, then stepped toward the door.
Sandy was halfway through when Bert grabbed her arm, hauling her back into the living room. As she was drawn along she managed to reach in her purse and trigger the panic button. Inside, he grabbed her by the throat, barking at her, “I said we’re not done here yet, bitch.”
Sandy rasped out, “You just made a big mistake, dickhead.”
Bert drew his arm back and backhanded her hard, saying, “I don’t make mistakes.”
The door being smashed open caught them all off guard.
