Had Frank ever fucked her in the ass? Had Frank ever let her suck his cock? Had Frank ever arranged double penetration with machines?
She was buzzing with excitement. So much so that when she got home, she barely registered how guiltily Frank jumped when she walked into the kitchen.
"Ciara!"
"Hi honey. Hi Mobeen."
Ciara dropped her keys in the bowl on the counter and swept upstairs. Let them do whatever.
She had Danny in her sights, and her finger was on the trigger.
Beating Her Butt
Ciara wandered through her kitchen and nearly leapt out of her shoes when a dark-haired young woman popped out from behind an open cupboard door.
"Whoa!"
"Sorry."
Ciara frowned. It had got to the point that when Mobeen, the hired help, was in the house Ciara didn't feel welcome in her own kitchen anymore. Not that she'd ever been much of a housewife, and after a few weeks she had become content to let the young woman bring an order to her chores that she'd never managed herself. But though she'd quickly got used to not tidying up anymore, she wasn't used to having a third person floating around her house.
As her husband Frank had employed Mobeen, Ciara decided to let him deal with her. She pottered out to the garden in the low sun of the early Sunday morning, ambling into the wooden summerhouse bordered by low trees. Here she had a little nest – her hammock, a pile of books, and soft drinks stashed on a shelf. She rocked lazily and thought about Danny.
Ahh, Danny. Danny was to Frank what hot sex was to a full body cavity search by a zealous customs officer.
Soon her book was resting in her lap, unopened, as she closed her eyes and remembered how the hot young gym instructor had begun a very unusual series of induction exercises. She'd been flirting with him for about a year at the gym, but got nowhere with it. Ciara was a lean, lithe woman with blonde hair as natural as her ample tits, and she couldn't understand why he didn't succumb to her attentions. But finally, in the last few weeks, she'd started to make headway.
She longed for the day she could feel his hard body pressing down on her own.
But Danny had made it very clear that there were certain hoops she had to jump through first, and introduced her to a room hidden away at the back of the gym complex. Here, a most unusual set of machines lined the mirrored walls.
Ciara's hand flexed and inched down to cup the mound between her groin. Warmth flooded her belly as she imagined what it would be like to be finally in bed with Danny. The closer the possibility got, the more excited she was getting.
Although since being penetrated by two machines at the same time, she did wonder if she'd find plain old straightforward sex just as fulfilling.
Huh. It still had to be better than enduring Frank's monthly clammy fumblings.
She'd made up her mind. She just wasn't going to church with him anymore. Frank worked in a hardware store all week, and preached at the weekends. For all the long years of their marriage, Ciara had gone along like a dutiful wife, running the gauntlet of disapproving stares from the matrons in the pews. She was never quite dutiful enough for those sour faced bitches. Yeah, suck it up: you're all just jealous you can't walk in these shoes, and you've got nothing to fill your teenage size starter bras.
She glanced at her watch. It was time to leave, but Frank hadn't called her in. Had he picked up on her mood? Was he really going to go without a fight? Curious, Ciara made her way back through the patio doors and into the large kitchen, padding silently in her leather sandals. She geared herself up for the coming row.
There was a clatter and Mobeen jumped away from Frank. Both whipped around to face Ciara, startled faces and a delightful air of guilt around them.
Whey-faced Frank coughed and tried to step protectively in front of Mobeen. "Ahh Ciara. Um...ready for church?"
She laughed. "About as ready as you are! Having fun?"
His face was red and sweaty. "It's not what you think."
"Standard line. If I think you were just getting something out of her eye, does that mean you were actually kissing?"
Frank looked confused and stumbled for a reply, starting and abandoning three different excuses until Ciara waved her hand in dismissal. "Leave it, it's fine. You run off to church. I'm off to the gym. I just want to see you happy." She paused, studying his sad face. He looked so conflicted and he was a good man. She continued, in a more direct tone. "Genuinely, Frank. Just be happy. I don't have any moral claim to you."
She knew he wasn't thinking straight because ordinarily that would have been his cue to blab on about the sanctity of marriage and so forth. Instead, he nodded miserably, patted Mobeen's hand in a fatherly way, and scooted out of the door. Mobeen hung her head.
Ciara took pity on her, too. "Take the rest of the day off. You shouldn't be working weekends for us anyway, sweetie."
Mobeen scurried out behind Frank, and Ciara smiled. Time for the gym.
* * * *
Ciara forced herself to drive slowly and sensibly, allowing herself to fantasise about what Danny might have in store for her this time. Was it really only two weeks ago that he took her into his room of sex machines and introduced her to the delights of drilldos and machine fucking? Ultimately all Ciara wanted was Danny himself. But he'd told her she had to work through his particular induction process first. And against her better judgement, she was enjoying it.
She'd taken machines in her pussy, machines in her ass, and then both together as Danny had fucked her mouth. She wondered if it counted as a gang bang if two of the cocks weren't real?
Danny had enjoyed watching her fondle her breasts. She had a feeling her ample tits were going to be next in line for a workout. She shivered with anticipation. Her natural double-d's were a source of both pride and great pleasure to her. Frank used to latch onto her tits with eagerness, but since she'd had kids he'd got so caught up in seeing her as a mother that he couldn't treat her body with the same sexual appetite. The fool.
Danny would give her breasts all the attention they deserved, she was sure.
* * * *
She was on time for the appointment. She'd learned her lesson – the last time she missed the schedule, Danny had arranged a punishment: anal penetration. Though in the end, her first experience of anal wasn't bad at all. As soon as she walked through the doors into the busy, pounding gym, Danny beckoned her over. Her heart gave its usual flip as she saw him. She could never quite understand why he wasn't picked out in a spotlight and surrounded by dancing girls. He grinned a perfect, white grin.
"You are looking mighty fine...as always," he said, so low she could barely hear him unless she craned in close. "Your fitness regime must be really paying off." He was in his usual shorts and muscle vest. She couldn't help but glance at his package, the memory of sucking his cock giving her a slight glow of pride.
"Thank you." She paid attention to her body, always choosing fitted tops that accentuated her heavy breasts and narrow, toned waist. "Are you ready for me?"
"Sure."
That was all he said before leading her down the now-familiar corridor to the locked room at the far end. He was never chatty and she realised she still knew next to nothing about him.
But hell, what did she need to know? He was fit, and he made her experience orgasms that would flake the paint off the walls. What did she want, his show size and favourite ice cream?
Once inside, she kicked off her shoes. She knew the ritual now, and was naked within seconds. The walls of mirrors all around the room didn't bother her. Her body was good.
She glanced at the machines that she'd already been fucked on. Then she swept her gaze around the rest of the room, trying to predict which was would be next. Although she longed to get Danny's own prick in her pussy, she knew she was but halfway through the induction.
She nodded at him. "You staying dressed today?" Last time she'd persuaded him to get naked too, and been rewarded by his hot spunk down her throat.
"Mayb
e. We'll see. Hey, don't worry. This is all about you."
He led her to a bench. It was the same one she'd been face down on before, and she assumed she was going to be penetrated again. Perhaps by two dicks. Maybe they were going to be bigger this time – though how her abused pussy and ass could take anything larger than the previous monster cocks, she didn't know. Willingly, Ciara laid down on the bench, letting her full tits spread either side of the bench where it narrowed at the top. Her legs fell naturally into the clips at the end. This time, though, Danny wound a ratchet and her legs were spread wider open. He turned another handle and her ass was hoisted high into the air. Ciara looked forward into the mirror on the wall; she looked bizarre, with her hands holding the front legs of the bench, her tits pushed out in mounds either side as they dangled down, and her ass like a huge ripe watermelon. Her legs were opened so wide she could feel cool air on her pussy lips. She was totally exposed and it felt good.
She closed her eyes in anticipation. Danny stood by her ass and started to caress the globes of her buttocks, encompassing her soft flesh with his warm, broad hands. He gripped and shook her ass cheeks, then used his fingers to probe her spread pussy lips, and she wriggled with need.
"You're already wet for them!" he said with approval.
"Fuck yeah..." It was as if she were conditioned to be aroused as soon as she walked into this room. She was still amazed that the thought of a rubber cock on a metal shaft pounding into her pussy could be so arousing.
"What a filthy little slut you are," he murmured. She heard something shift, and a metallic whirring begin. She kept her eyes closed, her cunt already twitching in readiness for the shove inside.
So when the first blow came, her eyes sprang open in surprise. She was too shocked to do more than squeak as the paddle smacked into her right buttock. She stared into the mirror at the machine that Danny had set up behind her: two wheels, with three leather paddles on each wheel.
Slap! And the second wheel delivered a blow to her left buttock.
She had no time to collect her thoughts – smack, slap, smack: the pace picked up and each of her buttocks took a blow in turn, four seconds apart, with punishing regularity.
"What the FUCK!" she shouted breathlessly as the leather bit her flesh.
Slap! Smack!
"Danny!" she hollered again, loudly. Anger was surging through her. This was not sex! He was beating her butt with a machine – what was sexy about this?
Relentless the leather paddles rained down on her ass and the pain began to build as blow landed on blow, and her skin become over-sensitive. She could see in the mirror a spreading blush of redness across her backside.
"Danny!"
He was holding onto his groin. She saw in the reflection that he had an erection and was stroking it through the thin material of his shorts.
Smack! Slap!
Suddenly her anger washed away as tears sprang to her eyes. "Danny, it hurts," she heard herself wail plaintively.
And still he ignored her cries as the machine battered on. Her whole ass was aflame with burning pain, a deep warmth spreading from the tops of her legs to the small of her back.
There was no escape. There was no respite. Just a churning rhythm and an inevitable beat.
With the tears came acceptance, and the pain peaked and them – mysteriously – ebbed away, becoming something else entirely. Ciara squeezed her eyes shut, feeling small and brutalised, beaten and yet exhilarated. She was alive! She felt like she was buzzing with some new sensation that transcended pain. All her senses were focussed on her throbbing ass cheeks, to the extent that it was the only thing in the universe – even she herself did not exist. Everything was feeling. She was spinning in space, tiny yet free, a howling vortex of pleasure-pain-freedom.
"YES!"
And at her final shout of glory, the paddles slowed and then abruptly stopped, and Ciara was jolted back to reality.
Choked sobs filled the room, and she realised she was still crying. "I'm sorry," she snuffled, "I'm not really unhappy...I don't know what I am...it's...oh god, what happened to me just now?"
Danny massaged her burning ass cheeks and it was comforting. As he rubbed gentle life back into them, he spoke in a reassuring voice. "Did you feel weightless?"
"I felt like I was flying!"
"That's exactly what you were doing. Flying. In subspace."
"Subspace?"
"Yeah. Let's not go into it now. But you're safe and you're here and you're gorgeous." He continued to murmur sweet nothings and Ciara's sobs faded as she came back to herself.
"How are you now? Do you need to sit up, have a drink? Maybe some food?"
"I'm fine. Thank you." The sweat was drying on her skin but she felt oddly keen for more.
Danny came up to her head, and stroked her matted blonde hair away from her face. "Sure?"
"Yes."
"Okay then."
"There's more?" she asked, hopeful.
"Oh yes. I've told you about the importance of a good warm-up before a workout. Well, are you warmed up?"
"Hell yes."
"Excellent. Here we go, then."
Danny let his hand trail from the back of her neck, stroking along her back, up along to her tender buttocks, before dipping between her spread thighs to explore her damp labia. She squirmed at his touch as he ran his finger around the inside of her pussy, spiralling round to open her wider. "You smell fantastic."
Then he moved away and she watched as he brought a new machine over towards her. It was the one she'd looked at the first time she came into this room, with the tangle of pipes and plastic suction cups.
And now she was going to find out what it did.
A frisson of excitement ran through her as he leant over and fitted the plastic cups to her breasts. "Hold them there," he said, pushing them upwards firmly over her nipples. She obeyed, trying to fit as much of her fleshy tits into the cups as possible.
He flicked a switch on the machine, and she squealed in alarm and pleasure as the air was sucked from the cups through the tubes, and the plastic latched onto her breasts as a vacuum was formed. She let her hands drop and the cups stayed in place.
She looked up. The view was better in the mirror. She could see her full tits hang down, with the cups swinging off them, sucking in the flesh and elongating her nipples. Her pussy flooded with juice again as the machine took up a pumping motion, as if she were being milked.
"Oh fuck, yes!" she squeaked. "Wow..." The hypnotic rhythm was both calming and hugely arousing as her tits swelled and her nipples were pulled longer, becoming more and more sensitive. It was like being sucked by two people at the same time, but stranger as the sensation covered her nipples and her breasts at the same time. She writhed on the bench, thrusting her ass into the air. Her pussy was throbbing and empty.
"Fill me," she begged.
Danny didn't reply. He bent down and picked something from the bench under the paddle machine. She couldn't make out for sure what he was doing as his hands were hidden by the hill of her ass in the mirror, but her suspicions were confirmed as something coldly metallic was inserted into the very entrance to her pussy.
"Let's see how big you are," he murmured and began to turn something. She gasped as she felt the contraption in her cunt start to expand, spreading her open as it widened.
"Oh god – wait – no!" she called out and Danny stopped the winding process. He caught her eye in the mirror.
"Is that enough?"
"Yes. No...okay, a little more..."
Carefully Danny screwed a little longer, until she felt her pussy was going to tear open and with a gasp she shook her head. He stopped immediately and she took a moment to adjust, her attention spread between the relentless pumping of the cups on her tits and the odd feeling of being opened out wider than she had though possible.
Danny blew across her wet opening, and she shivered at the exquisite sensation. Feeling so open made her feel even more empty – she wanted to be filled by
a cock, two cocks, a thousand cocks! Instinctively she started to move her hips in time to the squeezing of the tit pumping machine.
"You like that?" Danny asked.
"Fuck yes...but...I want to be fucked..."
"Beg me."
He did something and the tit machine sucked harder, and Ciara groaned with need. "Oh please fuck me...it's too much...stick something in me, please, please..."
Danny blew again across her sopping pussy. "Can you cum without a cock in your hole?"
"No, no, of course not."
"Let's see." Briefly he flicked his tongue over her engorged clit and she moaned, pushing her ass towards him. He tapped her butt cheeks. "Steady on."
As she writhed, she heard the leather paddle machine start up again. The tit pumper was working away and her breasts were red, full and swollen as they were sucked and pummelled. Her pussy was strained open and running with juice. She was already tense with expectation and as the blows began to rain down on her ass, she was screaming hoarsely straight away.
"Oh my GOD!"
The skin on her bruised ass was sensitive and the leather smacked on her tender flesh. She was immediately catapulted back into orbit as her tits and her ass and her pussy all merged into one glorious throbbing howling conglomerate of pain and feeling.
Nothing else mattered. Not work, not Frank, not Mobeen, not bills or taxes or global fucking warming. Just her body and her breasts, her cunt and her butt as the machines worked away at each corner of her existence, pulling and sucking and smacking her higher and higher towards an orgasm that threatened to shake her apart with its endless, screaming intensity.
"FUCK yes!" She howled and howled on, as the waves ripped through her and her tits were nearly sucked right off her chest and her body bucked and twisted as the leather paddles hammered down.
"GOD!!!"
She was crying, shouting, sobbing as her whole body was tensed and jerked about by invisible hands, gradually slowing as the paddles were removed and the cups fell from her tits as the suction was turned off. Carefully, Danny released the device in her cunt and lowered the bench.
Ciara rested her head sideways, eyes closed, struggling to get her breathing back under control. She could feel her heart whooshing in her ears and her thighs were trembling uncontrollably.
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