Judy laughed nervously and softened a little. Her hormones were raging again and she couldn’t even think about laughing. She began to squirm in her seat, crossing and uncrossing her legs. The group grope was just the appetizer and now her sexual hunger was overpowering. She leaned over and kissed Ray on the neck and he kissed her back, rubbing her big tits.
“I didn’t mean to snap, I’m just ready to get going.”
They got up and the regulars alerted the other guys as to what was going on. Soon, they were in the group room again. Judy was already on her knees and had her dress up and was fingering herself when they started streaming in. There were more now than there had been earlier in the evening. There were some new ones this time that hadn’t been in the club earlier. She was hungrily giving Ray a blowjob when the guys started lining up and standing in a circle around her. There had to be at least fifteen this time, including the women’s husbands. The women had come into the room and were lustily pawing at each other while they watched from a couch.
After tasting Ray’s precum, she went from guy to guy, bringing each almost to the point of orgasm before backing off. She sucked and deep-throated and when she felt them begin to tense or tasted the impending climax, she would stop. She was pleased at how well-hung the turnout was. She was going to be sore in the morning, she thought gleefully. She was going to be worked like a borrowed mule.
After she had gotten them all up and to the brink, she got down on the mat and lay on her back. She was going to be flatbacking straight up and she wanted a look at each one of the men who was going to fuck her. She wasn’t really concerned about their faces, but wanted to see their cocks and skin color. She, of course, let Ray go first because after all, they were married and it was the right thing to do, regardless of whether she really wanted to screw him or not. When he was about to cum, he moved over to her mouth. She sucked him until he came all over her face.
It was after that that it officially started, man after man fucking her. They would come at her two at a time, each one penetrating her pussy and riding her hard while she ground back. She would fuck one and suck another one, each taking his turn until both had fucked her. She would then let them cum all over face and tits.
The first guy was a tall, white, trashy looking skinny guy she hadn’t seen before. He was covered in jailhouse tattoos and was hung too, probably the biggest guy there. She knew that she would get her good and opened up for the rest and he did, ramming her good and making her cum.
“Fuck me trailer park style, you fucking jailbird,” she said as he had nailed her. He gave a primal grunt as a response.
A big Cuban with a fat dick fucked her next and his dick made her want to scream.
“Give it to me hard, you panini-dicked fucker,” she said as he pounded her.
He had a hard time not laughing at this. He stepped up the pace and the next sound out of her mouth was an orgasmic scream.
And that’s the way it was. It was like each dick was filling up a space the previous one hadn’t. It was like they were connecting the dots. One would be wide; the next one would be long. It was like every square bit of her pussy was being occupied at one point or another. Each guy came a lot and was she was quickly getting coated. She didn’t care because she was getting the cock she needed. She would feel the orgasms coming in waves and with each thrust of the well-hung studs, her ecstasy grew. She was orgasming faster than usual but was in no danger of being finished. All of the men were larger than average so they were the perfect size for her, filling her up and wearing her out.
Soon she wanted it doggie style and stood up, stretching her legs. A skinny black guy who was a regular was up next.
“Grab them ankles gal!” he yelled, shaking his head and bugging out his eyes like he was going insane. His erection was so large and so hard it seemed to almost be lifting his thin body off the ground.
She smiled and clapped her hands and grabbed her ankles and bent over for him. He was one of her favorites because he had a good personality and was hung like a horse. He stuck it in and started pounding her. She moaned when the cocks began penetrating her more deeply. She orgasmed shortly after he started.
She turned back around to give the next one full access to her pussy. Suddenly, she had new sensation. Sure she was getting fucked, but it was different. More intense, yet there was different vibe going on. She saw that it was a little person who taking a turn at her. He was what some people would refer to as a dwarf. And he was really going at it.
A big country guy who had came on her earlier started laughing. “Look at that little feller! If he told her to grab grass, he’d have to get a bucket to stand on! Hee Haw!”
Judy had never really liked this guy because he had once asked Ray to hold his underwear (he referred to them as his step-ins) while he was having sex with her. The only reason she tolerated him because he was a pretty good screw.
The little person grinned and flipped the country guy off.
“I’ll get you a bucket because I definitely want to grab some grass,” Judy said smiling and rubbing her clit with two fingers. “
“Then start grabbin’!” he said and started pounding her even harder, taking her breath away. It was probably the most extreme fucking she had gotten all evening and she came effortlessly.
After he finished, she got down on her hands and knees and took on the rest of the crowd. She orgasmed again and again and soon felt limp from all the pleasure that she was experiencing. The more she fucked, the more she could feel herself relaxing and soon could feel herself leveling back out again.
Meanwhile, the two women were eating each other out while they watched her being nailed. Some clueless single guys who had been standing in line for Judy were hovering around them, hoping for a turn, but these two girls were strictly into each other and no men were invited. Except to watch, that is.
Soon she had worked her way through every man willing to gangbang her and she was covered in cum. The last guy had blasted the biggest load she had ever seen all over tits which were now dripping semen down her stomach and onto her pussy. She looked over at Ray who was grinning from ear to ear. Sprigs of his hair had fallen gently onto his forehead. His hairspray had yielded earlier in the evening so his combover had been unleashed and was developing a mind of its own.
“Man!” he said. “You really turned it loose, tonight!”
“Did I?” Judy said and smiled. “I think I’m unkinked now.”
“I would hope so,” he laughed. “Who wouldn’t be after that?”
“I know I sure had fun,” she said. She looked down at her dress and thought about putting it back on, but decided not to just yet. “I’m hungry, let’s get something off the buffet,” she said. She knew now that she would at least be able to tolerate Ray and his uncouth eating habits a little better.
“Okay,” he said
After Judy had showered, they walked out and to the buffet. She was feeling pleased with herself because she had gotten what she needed. Ray immediately went and filled his plate with spring rolls. He started eating them even before he made it back to the table. Even though she was unkinked, Judy couldn’t help but wince
They ate and chatted with some people and then Judy got dressed and they went back to their minivan and drove home. After they had been on the road a couple of minutes, Ray began fumbling around in his pocket.
“What are you doing?” Judy asked, thinking his behavior quite odd. “Did you lose your phone?”
“No. I was just craving a spring roll. I took some from the buffet,” he said producing some of the Asian appetizer wrapped up in a greasy napkin. “Do you want one?”
Judy took a deep breath and shook her head. Ray shrugged and began eating. His comb-over flopped as he chewed enthusiastically.
She closed her eyes. She couldn’t believe it. It had just been a few minutes since she had gotten gangfucked and he was already getting on her nerves. She began to feel that nervous feeling again. That aching need to do something to
alleviate the tension. It was just like craving a cigarette. The sight of Ray with his comb-over and eating spring rolls had kinked her up again and the effect had almost been instant.
“Ray, I think we’re going to have to go back tomorrow. I don’t think I got it worked out tonight.”
He shook his head and laughed. “Sure thing,” he said automatically. He knew she needed it and if she didn’t get it she would make his life hell.
She began fingering herself. Even after all that, she still wanted more. And she knew deep down that she would never get her fill. Especially as long as she was married to Ray. There would never be enough cock for her, even if it was stretched from here to the moon. She smiled with the anticipation. You see, some people might call it a sickness, this addiction to cock that Judy had. But she didn’t. It was just something that was a necessary part of her married life just like cooking or paying the bills. The exception being that it was a lot more fun than any of the other stuff she had to do.
Ray, of course, was looking forward to the spring rolls. And other finger foods.
The Bitch in the Basement
“Fuck me, you cunt!” she yelled throatily as she urged her gym rat girlfriend on.
Her girlfriend plowed into her even harder with the strap-on. That thing was huge, too. She had an intense look of concentration as she ground against the big black rubber dildo. Thrusting hard with her muscular legs, she turned and hungrily licked the huge dick in front of her. She groaned as she took a breath and deep-throated it, temporarily consuming all the meat of the hung stud. She held onto his ass with both of her strong hands as she went up and down on his cock. She was literally insatiable because all the while, she kept fucking, never missing a beat with her girlfriend. Her big breasts swung in time as she got jackhammered.
“I’m going to cum!” her girlfriend said as she kept pumping with the dildo, the base of it rubbing against her pussy. She shuddered as the climax hit her. Her muscles shimmered from the perspiration she had worked up.
“Let’s switch, I need the real thing now,” she said breathlessly and got down on her back on the sofa.
Her girlfriend then straddled her face as the dude went balls deep in, pounding her. Her face was wet with pussy as she munched on her girlfriend’s snatch, her powerful arms rubbing her big tits.
Master Donald fought the urge to masturbate as he secretly stood at the top of the stairs leading to the basement listening to the sounds of sex. He had to be quiet or she would become angry. But she was so hot, with her white hair and gorgeous, muscled body that it was hard not to just whip it out and start beating it. And she knew how to fuck and control every sexual situation. This combined with the fact that she was a bottomless pit when it came to dick and pussy made keeping his hands off himself even harder.
“Fuck me harder, you stupid bastard!” she yelled at the guy as she looked up from the pussy she was eating. Her big jugs heaved up and down as she fucked and when the other girl started humping her face with orgasm, she really began to squirm.
Then it was time for her to cum. She screamed as she convulsed and spasmed. The guy pulled out and blasted all over her tits. Both she and her girlfriend licked it up and cleaned him off, eating the entire creamy load. He stood over them with a smug yet dumb look on his face.
“Now get over there and sit down until we need you again,” she barked at him and started making out with her girlfriend.
He obeyed and sat down in the dingy armchair. The semen swapped between both the women’s mouths as they kissed. Now they were really turned on and began to scissor each other with their well-developed legs, grinding their pussies against each other. She had a concentrated crazy look in her eyes as she and her girlfriend looked intensely at each other. They both howled as they came again.
With that Master Donald scurried back up the steps of the basement and hurried into the kitchen. He knew that he had better get started on lunch. He knew that after all the fucking she had been doing that morning she would ravenous. She was always hungry anyway due to the fact she worked out all the time, but was especially famished after fucking.
In other words he had better start hopping if he didn’t want her to lose her temper.
“Donald! If you don’t get your ass back down here with our sandwiches, I’m really going to beat the hell out of you. And this time you definitely won’t like it!” she yelled from down in the basement a few minutes later as he hurried around the kitchen, rushing to gather the ingredients for the roast beef, tomato and cheese sandwiches.
“And you better cut the crusts off it this time, you dildo!”
Master Donald winced because he shuddered at what had happened the last time he had forgotten. “Don’t forget to cut the crust. Don’t forget to cut the crust,” he muttered over and over to himself so that he wouldn’t forget.
Sometimes he felt foolish, completely catering to this woman. But he knew that he didn’t have a choice. If he didn’t do what she wanted, she just wouldn’t shut up. She would keep on and on until he gave in.
And then there would be the punishment. He trembled at this thought and picked up the pace.
He looked down at himself and realized that most of his friends and accounting colleagues would think he looked ridiculous in his leather outfit and hood. He was middle-aged, dumpy, hairy, short, dressed in bondage gear. He knew that any credibility he had would be gone in an instant if they ever saw his get-up. However, he didn’t care. At least not when he was at home. This was who he really was. He was Master Donald, damn it. Before she had shown up, he had fancied himself a Dominant. A slave master. A sadist. He was the one who administered the punishment. He was the one in charge.
But now he no longer had such fantasies. He knew that he was in charge of nothing. He just wanted to appease her. He just wanted to shut her up. It was hard to even think of himself as Master Donald anymore. Most of the time now, he was just Donald. Or whatever insulting term she saw fit to refer to him as.
“No scratch that, calling you a dildo is an insult to dildos. I actually like dildos. Dildos are useful. And we know that you’re absolutely useless, you hairy fuck!”
There was laughter from her girlfriend and the dude.
He kept his head down and kept making the sandwiches, trying not to let her insults get to him. He couldn’t afford to make a mistake on the sandwich.
“And don’t get any body hair in our food, you sawed-off Sasquatch!” she yelled again making the others laugh. “You’re so hairy you’re just like a big pussy. Maybe we should just fold you up and fuck you!” She added, “If you weren’t so damned dirty.”
“Maybe he should get his body shampooed,” her girlfriend added, cackling.
“Shampooed? Hell, he’s so hairy, he can’t even take a bath. He has to be dipped!”
The others laughed even harder which encouraged her further.
“The only other way he can get clean is to vacuum himself!” she added, horselaughing.
This got an even bigger laugh out of everyone.
Master Donald grimaced but kept working. That wasn’t true. He had never had to vacuum himself. He couldn’t believe how much abuse he was taking from her. It really was pathetic that he actually used to think he was in control.
He stopped for a second and listened.
There was some movement near the steps! Was she coming up here to check on him?! He hoped not. He needed her to stay down there. In the basement.
Most men would have begged her to come up and see them. She was beautiful with her Nordic looks and muscular yet feminine body. She had to be over six feet tall and built with bleached white hair. She was enough to make a man just whip it out and start jerking it just from looking at her. Her tits alone were enough to cause mass erections, but the fact that she dressed in that tiny leather sling bikini and boots—when she wore anything—was enough to make a man salivate. Especially a man like Master Donald. Even though, she was easy on his eyes, she was absolute hell on his nerves. In fact, she
just grated on him. If she hadn’t walked around nude most of the time, he really wouldn’t have been able to stand her. He listened again. The movement on the steps was only in his imagination. He breathed a sigh of relief.
As he continued to make the sandwiches, taking his time so that he didn’t make a mistake, he thought back over how he had ended up in this position. How he had wound up essentially being a flunky to this platinum goddess. It wasn’t supposed to be this way. This wasn’t what he had wanted when he had contacted her.
But how had everything gone so wrong?
A few months earlier, Master Donald had finally made the first step in making his BDSM fantasies a reality. He had placed an ad on the internet about how he wanted a submissive.
He had been looking at the BDSM websites and attending the bondage clubs for a while before deciding to place the ad. He had a rather large home that he had bought from his parents a few years earlier. It was a rancher and was situated out by itself in an older community in the suburbs so any screams or yells would most likely not be heard by the neighbors. And it had a fully furnished basement. Sure the décor was circa 1979, but it made a pretty good dungeon if one ignored the shag carpet and crappy furniture. It had been his hangout until his parents had moved to Florida. It was at that point that he had graduated up to the ground floor and converted the basement into his makeshift torture chamber. He had fitted it with some bondage gear and other assorted equipment and was absolutely itching to try it out on someone other than himself.
After he had started his search on the internet, it had taken about a week before he had settled on her, the one in the basement now. None of the rest of the other women had felt right, he had told himself after the fact. But in actuality, he had chosen her because she was a knockout. She was also local. He wouldn’t have to pay for her bus ticket or anything. This was very attractive to the accountant in him. Most importantly, though, she had sent a nude photo of herself.
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