The Slutty Adventures of a Kent Wife and Mother.
Dedicated to "Kent Mum" of this parish and the perfect Posh Slut English Hotwife!
..........Taking it in turns they continued to fuck you what seemed like an eternity, several times you ********** only to come to again with a cock being rammed in and out of your spuming pussy. Each time you would look up and see the crowd of men laughing, cheering and shouting obscenities at you. "Look at the cum slut take that cock, she fucking loves it". And he was right, the ***** in you had taken over and was loving every second of it, as if this was what you were born to do. You were born to be fucked as an exhibition, a cum slut actress performing to her adoring fans.............
Chapter 1. In The Beginning.
It's a dark late summer evening and you are driving up the A21 after an evening out with girlfriends and you are looking forward to getting home to your faithful loving husband. Inexplicably you suddenly feel the car shudder slightly and begin to swerve a little and realise you have had a puncture. Fortunately you're coming up on a layby and you are able to pull into it. You take out your phone to call your husband, and the AA in that order, only to find you have no phone signal. It’s very dark and there is very little traffic on the road, and you're not sure what to do next.
Just as you are starting to think you might have to get out and walk to find help or flag down a passing motorist a car pulled into the layby behind you, and you are relieved to see that it has put on it's flashing blue lights. In the light from your back lights and their headlights you see two uniformed police officers get out of the car and walk towards your passenger side door, relief sweeps over you. You have no idea at this point what the night holds for you, and how ashamed, humiliated and sexually abused you will be before you see your husband again. You could never imagine how many times they are going to make you cum as they take it in turns to destroy your posh married pussy. At the moment you are just relieved to see their uniforms.
They beckon to you to lower your window, so you do, and then they ask you why you have stopped. You explain about the flat and the one talking to you points his torch at the front wheel. The two young policemen look at you and then have a quiet chat to each other before laughing together. Then they turn their attention back to you
"It might be a bit tricky to try to change the wheel here" says the first as his colleague nods in agreement. "Perhaps it might be better if we gave you a lift home and you made arrangements to have the car collected in the morning" You agree and get out of the car and lock it before following the two officers to their patrol car. As you do you notice that they are both young and attractive. The door to the rear of the car is held open for you and you step in. As you do so your short summer dress rides up to reveal you long slim tanned legs. Just for a moment you sense that they are both staring, but the moment passes quickly, but for some reason you feel your nipples harden under your flimsy top and you wish you were wearing a bra.
You settle back and relax as the police car pulls away, you and offices make polite conversation in the way that only police officers can. Although you are only 20 minutes from home you think it's prudent to call your husband to tell him that you have been delayed but all is okay. Checking your phone and realise that there is still no signal, You mention this to the two offices in front of you and they offer to make the call on your behalf from the police system which is not affected by the appalling signal quality in Kent.
You tell me the number and within a minute the officer in the passenger seat is talking to your husband. What happens next shocks you. Instead of him telling your husband what is happened and that you will be home in 20 minutes, he tells him that you've been pulled over on suspicion of drink-driving and that you will be taken to the police station for a blood test. So convincing is he that he tells your husband that you're reading was very borderline on the Intoximeter and that he anticipates that you will pass the blood test, but as a result you won’t to be back for a while.
As he hangs up you start to protest, and say do you've only had a couple of glasses of wine all night, and that you haven't even had a breath test, so why are you being taken to the police station. The two offices remain calm and relaxed and tell you not to worry it is just a formality and it won't take long.
They turn off the A21 and start heading down a number of back roads near Pembury. After about 10 minutes they turn into the drive of what looks like an old deserted village police station. As they do a security light flicks on as they pull up outside and the officer driving the car gets out with a bunch of keys and opens the station door switching lights on as he does. While the other officer remains in the car with you. You tried the door handle, it doesn't work.
The second officer now gets out of the car and opens the door for you and as he does so clips handcuffs onto one of your wrists pulling your hand around behind your back while clipping your other wrist in to the cuffs. He then forcefully escorts you to the open door of the police station. Once inside you notice that far from abandoned the police station is in perfect serviceable order. You do notice that there is a notice which says that it’s only open between 10 AM and 4 PM. You are then escorted again quite forcefully by the officer down a short corridor to where the other officer is waiting holding the door open. You suddenly realise you're being put into a cell. "Now then madam, unfortunately it is our duty to search you to make sure that you do not have anything on you which you may use to harm yourself"
All you are wearing is a short cotton skirt and a silk blouse, under which you have no bra, for that matter the panties that you had put on for the night were more for effect than practicality, consisted of nothing much more than ribbons and a small triangle of silk with a print of a kitten on the front.
The police officers stepped forward instructed you to stand with your legs slightly apart and then one of them proceeded to run his hands all over your body. He started around the shoulder area and around your back and then on your sides before slowly running his hands down and around your firm breasts. You complained, but somehow not as loudly as you thought you should as his hands started to move lower. First around with your pert bottom and then down the side of your thighs before moving to your inner thighs and sliding back up again. One of his hands gripped your bottom while he rubbed the flat palm of his other hand up and down the front of your panties. Despite the horrible shame and embarrassment of the situation you felt your nipples growing hard, and your pussy starting to get wet. "Madam" he said in a firm voice "I believe that you may be concealing something within your person, therefore I'm afraid we're going to have to carry out an intimate body search". At which point you demanded to see a WPC.
"I'm terribly sorry madam" he said is a degree of sarcasm in his voice, but due to the cuts there are very few police officers on duty and these are all areas at night. "Unfortunately the only two offices on duty tonight are myself and my colleague, Don't worry though love, we will try to be very gentle with you". And then he winked at you. His colleague stepped behind you and unclipped handcuffs and then gestured to you to remove your clothes. You did so, and now found yourself standing naked in front of them, at which point the officer behind you put your wrists back into the cuffs and locked them.
The air in the cell was warm and stuffy, all you could hear was your ragged breathing and their shoes grating on the hard floor as they moved. The officer who had last spoken beckoned to his colleague and they both left the cell, locking the door behind them. You now found yourself alone with your wrists firmly locked behind your back, naked!
After what seemed like an age, but probably was only 10 minutes, you heard the key turn in the lock and the two officers stepped back into the cell. With horror you noticed that they were both wearing latex gloves. They stepped forward in unison.
You had backed into the far corner of the cell. With your hands firmly handcuffed behind your back that is all you can do to try and protect yourself. "I will put in a formal complaint if you touch me" you say in desperation. The two policeman smile at each other and then the first turns to you and says "By the time we have finished with you, you won't be complaining, you will be begging for more" With that he starts to unbuckle his trousers, his colleague does the same. You now realise that the gloves are not for the body search but to prevent fingerprints.
You feel completely humiliated, frightened what might happen next, then to your shame you start to feel sexually aroused, you sense your nipples growing hard and your pussy starts to tingle. You know what is going to happen, part of you feels horrified, while another part of you feels a terrific surge of excitement. You have never been fucked by two guys at the same time before, let alone complete strangers who happen to be police officers. What you are frightened of most is that the secret slut you keep so well hidden inside you might take over.
The two policeman slip off all their clothes apart from their tight regulation shorts. As you see the huge bulges in their shorts your worst fears come true as you realise just how turned on you are becoming, as the secret other you takes over. The one that craves cock, the one who would like nothing more than to be fucked by these two guys all night in every possible position. Catherine the good wife and mother feels horror and shame and tries to turn eyes away, but the slutty Cathy feels her gaze drawn to the bulges in their shorts and licks her lips in horny anticipation.
They both peel off their tight white shorts to reveal two huge throbbing erections. They are both shaven clean which makes their cocks look even larger and somehow more impressive, you are transfixed, mesmerised. You suddenly realise your pussy which is now very wet and is starting to ache in anticipation. If your hands were not fixed behind your back you know you would already be rubbing your erect clit. "Now, would you like us to search you or fuck you? "You feel the colour rush to your cheeks as you blush, you know what you want to answer and it fills you with shame and embarrassment.
In the end all you could do is bow your head and look at the floor. Without looking up you sense the two moving towards you and you close your eyes and sink to your knees. With your eyes closed and tears starting to roll down your cheeks you know that what happens next is going to happen with or without your consent. Someone looking on would assume that the reason for your tears was that the fact that you were frightened, but that would be because they did not know you. The reason that the tears were flowing was because the inner battle which had for five minutes raged within you was over. The fight between the wife and mother, and the slut. The faithful loving wife who was always at her husband’s side, the kind and caring mother who always put herself second had lost, and the cock hungry cum slut who had for so long been buried had risen from her shallow grave. It was the tears of the wife and mother which rolled down your cheeks, and now the slut would live again. Your head came up as your eyes opened with the limpid look of the highly aroused. At the same time your mouth opened to greedily accept the first cock other than your husbands in years. You knew whatever they were going to do to you wouldn't be enough. Once it started you would become insatiable, unable to stop until you ********** exhausted. As the first huge hard cock slid between your lips you pulled back for just long enough to answer their question. "Fuck me..... Fuck me now you fucking bastards. fuck me until I can't stand up, use me like the filthy cum slut I really am".
As you start to suck on the cock in front of you the other officer goes behind your back and removes the handcuffs which have restricted you. Immediately one hand wraps the cock you’re greedily sucking on while you're other goes straight to your smooth wet pussy and starts rubbing at your swollen clit. As you do so the other officer kneels behind you and starts to rub it his engorged cock up and down your pussy lips before easing it into your hungry slit as they start to spit roast you. You let out a deep animal groan at the sensations you are feeling, and your first orgasm is already starting to build.
Suddenly the officer pulled his cock from your mouth and pulls your face up to his and kisses you hard. As he does so you feel a tablet slide into your mouth and you involuntarily swallow it. You have no idea what you have just been given, but at that moment you don't care as the second officer is slamming his cock in and out of you from behind and your first orgasm rips through you. You have never felt so degraded, so filthy, and so good at the same time. A voice you haven't heard in years keeps coming from your mouth "come on fuck me you bastard, fuck me harder" And he is more than happy to oblige, pounding in and out of you, relentless, deep. There was a brief pause as they manhandle you like a rag doll onto the low bed at the side of the cell and they swap places, the cock just pulled out of your pussy is now rammed and your mouth while the other officer buries his face in your pussy.
Another orgasm tears into you and you start to feel unreal, you feel completely connected with the sex what is happening to you, nothing else in the world matters other than sensations and feelings swamping your senses. Another crushing orgasm makes you gasp for breath as he pulls both your pussy lips inside his mouth sucks hard and drags his teeth over your hard clit. Whatever the drug was that they had given you has now started to come into full effect. The room swims before your eyes in a kaleidoscope of colour, your complete focus was on your pussy and their cocks and the sensations that they were making you feel. At that moment you suddenly find yourself all fours as a cock is rammed without ceremony into the tight button of your perfect arse. Your screams stifled as a cock was pushed back into your mouth as whoever was behind you got in to a smooth stroke as your anus relaxed to accommodate him.
The kaleidoscope of colours intensified as did the fucking, suddenly you thought that the two offices were wearing animal masks, the sort that you would see at a Venician ball, at the same time you became aware of other people in the cell and the flash of light that you would normally get from a camera. Just for the moment the image of your husband sitting at home waiting for you to return flashed before your eyes, guilt swept over you as you rolled onto your back and somebody's hard cock was driven balls deep into your soaking wet married pussy. You shook your head and tried to focus as you looked up and could now see as well as one man in the goats mask fucking you, three other men in animal masks standing around you wanking their cocks. "Cum over me, please, please shoot your load all over me, God I need this so bad" you grab your tits hard and squeeze as you felt the first hot thick rain of cum land on your chest and face, at the same time more lights flashed. Another gut wrenching orgasm convulses you and at the same time you feel the man in the goats mask unload his hot cum deep inside your pussy.
The next couple of hours was a blur, you have no idea how many men were in the cell with you, or for that matter who they were. Eventually you came around naked, alone on the bed covered in dried cum and with the cell door locked. Disorientated you try to focus on where you are and as you do you can hear a man's voice speaking into a telephone. "Yes Mr Bradley, I'm very sorry Sir but we are going to have to keep your wife overnight. Drugs, yes" there was a long pause as he was obviously listening to your husband speak. "No we're not sure Sir, she had clearly been at some sort of sex party, we will be charging her in the morning with possession of a class A drug, lewd behaviour and committing an act of gross indecency. She will be before magistrates in Tunbridge Wells at 10 AM" after another short pause he continued. "Yes sir, no question, we have comprehensive photographic evidence, it seems she was involved in some sort of satanic sex cult, we will try to keep the local press out of this, but we can't guarantee anything."
Chapter 2. Morning Cums.
You slept only fitfully, waking often, each time shocked to find yourself locked in a police cell. At around seven in the morning the key turned in the lock again and one of the young officers brought in your clothes. "You will need to put these on, you are due in court this morning" You babbled about needing a change of clothes before you could appear in court, and a shower and your make up, but the officer just left closing the door and locking it behind him. You picked up your clothes and realised that all that was there was your short skirt and flimsy blouse. No underwear!
Half an hour later you were sat in the back of a police car being driven who knows where. Your pussy was sore and leaking cum onto the seat and into the back of your creased skirt. You had not heard from your husband at all which worried you greatly. You are tried several times to complain, each time you've been told to shut up and repeatedly called a filthy slut. Without even looking in the mirror you knew you would look like a cheap ***** with your smudged make up and your hair stuck together with cum from the night before. Whatever the drug they have given you the night before was still affecting you and you felt woozy and as if your world was changed. You arrived at court and were escorted through into the holding cells where the charge sheets were prepared, still no word from your husband.
At precisely 9:55 you were escorted into number one Court Tunbridge Wells Civic Centre and taken to the dock. A completely unreal feeling overwhelmed you as you looked out across the court. Around 20 curious onlookers stared at you, you could see two women nudging each other nothing in your direction as they spoke in hushed voices. Then you froze as you noticed one of the regular reporters from the KM was sat in the press gallery. "All rise" The three magistrates walked in and took their seats. To your horror you recognised one of the magistrates as a good friend of your husband, in fact you had both dined with him and his wife only three weeks before. Before the proceedings went any further he addressed the court.
"The defendant in the dock is known to me and therefore it would be inappropriate for me to take any further part in this case, I therefore withdraw". He looked at you and shook his head slightly as he left the court, you felt your knees start to tremble tears roll down your cheeks. If the ground could've opened up and swallowed you you would've been happier. Little did you know what was to come. A new magistrate entered the court and took the place of your husband's friend. Now as you looked out across the disapproving sea of faces you saw your husband sitting in the shadows right at the back of the court. His face was impassive and he avoided your gaze.
The clerk of the court asked you to take the oath and confirm your name, both of which you did. He then turned to address the magistrates and read out the charges. They had absolutely nothing to do with what had really happened to you last night. What he read out was a fiction, horrific fiction that portrayed you as nothing but a sex mad cum slut.
What was alleged was that your car was stopped as you were driving erratically, the officers suspected that you were under the influence of either drink or drugs or both. You are duly tested and found to be over the limit for a drink and clearly impaired by a strong hallucinogenic drug. When told you are being arrested you repeatedly offered to carry out a lewd sex act on the two offices in return for them letting you go. You had then proceeded to take out your telephone which had a multitude of pictures which you claimed to have been taken that evening at a debouched sex party you had attended. At this point you had lifted up your skirt and proceeded to rub your pussy while sticking your tongue out at the policeman. The Clarke coughed slightly before reading from what he believed was a policeman's notes. "At this point she said to the two officers, do you want to fuck this? Do you want to stick your big meaty truncheons in my married wet cunt? Do you? It's already been fucked by four big cocks tonight, and I feel fucking great, I now would love to feel you both coming deep in me"
Your cheeks were burning as he continued, out of the corner of your eye you could see the reporter scribbling furiously on his notepad and occasionally glancing up to look at you. What a story this was going to make he was thinking. The Clark continued in a similar vein for what seemed like an age before he stopped reading and asked if the magistrates would like to see the pictorial evidence from your phone as an overhead projector flickered into life.
As the first picture appeared on the screen on the rear wall all eyes in the court turned to look at it, and you gasped out loud. It was a view on your hands and knees with a man in a goats mask clearly fucking your tight arse. Another man was standing in front of you with his cock deep in your mouth, he was wearing the mask of a bull while to other men were masturbating over your back. The next photograph was even worse with you lying on your back smiling broadly with your legs spread wide open and sperm running from your shaven pussy. To one side was the man wearing the goats head holding his massive erection in his hand as a stream of sperm cascaded into your naked breasts. At this point the court had to be called order because of all chattering and gasps. It was then you saw your husband stand up, turn, and walk from the court without giving you a second glance. Perhaps 20 more pictures were shown, each one worse and more degrading than the last.
The rest of the remand hearing went past in a blur before you were escorted sobbing from the dock to the holding cells below. As you reached the bottom of a long stair case you found yourself in a narrow passage which you assumed was leading to the cells and you and your ****** officer dropped into single file with you in front. As you walked you felt him lift you short dress and stroke your still tender pussy from behind. It was like an electric shock and you suddenly felt a fresh sense of arousal, and despite yourself you knew you needed to be fucked again...and soon. The cell door opened and you were pushed inside. There in the cell standing in front of you were three men. The reporter from the KM, the magistrate who had stood down and your husband.
You stood in front of them fully aware of what a mess you must've looked. Your husband spoke first. "Sit down Catherine, we need to sort all of this out" You sit on the cell bed while the three men ran their eyes over down you. There were bruises on your legs and arms where you had been held down, trails of dried sperm can clearly be seen on your inner thighs and across your chest above the line of your blouse. Your nipples were still erect despite your predicament and pushed sharp peaks through the silk.
It was your husband's friend who now spoke in measured terms. "We have come to an arrangement which means none of what happened last night, or what might have been said to have happened last night needs to come out. All the charges will be dropped, the pictures that you saw will disappear and everyone who is present in the court today will be told never to speak of anything that they heard or might have seen to anyone, ever. Their failure to do this would lead to their arrest and conviction for contempt of court".
You stared up at them blankly trying to understand what they had just said. Gathering your wits about you, you said, this was impossible, no one could just do that. The three men looked at each other and then back at you and simply said that they could, and that they had done. Your husband then passed you a coat and said that this was never to be mentioned again. With that he led you from the building and drove you home in silence.
Chapter 3. A Big Black Night.
Over two weeks had passed since the incident and you are now starting to wonder if in fact you have dreamed the whole incident. One evening you had tried to raise the subject with your husband only to be told not to mention it, not to worry, and that you were not going to be prosecuted. It had all been taken care of. He had even started to make love to you on Saturday night as if nothing had ever happened. It was his usual pro-functionary performance lasting about four minutes before he grunted and rolled off you. You didn't achieve orgasm even by imagining that your husband had a goats head! Then one Saturday morning your husband said that you had been invited to attend one of his monthly charity events. You were aware that he was a member of several clubs and societies which raised money for good causes and simply assumed this was one of them. He had been going on the first Saturday of the month for several years now. However, that afternoon he took you shopping and bought you a fantastic Karen Millen outfit and a pair of really high Jimmy Choos. From there you were taken to a hair and beauty salon in Tenterden where you are pampered and made to feel like a queen.
As you got ready to leave that evening your husband complimented you, telling you how beautiful you looked. Then he said something quite strange. “You will be quite the centre of attention tonight my darling, but as where we are going is somewhat secretive I must ask you to put on a blindfold first" with this he passed you a black silk blindfold and asked you to put it on. You did as he asked without questioning him. As you did so your husband slipped a small tablet between your lips and held a glass of champagne to your mouth while you swallowed it.
You estimated that you were in the car for no more than 20 minutes before you heard the tyres crunching on gravel. You were clearly on the drive a country house hotel, or a large private house, but because you were blindfolded you had no way of knowing. Whatever the tablet was, it was starting to take effect as all your senses were becoming heightened, and you felt the same tight sense of sexual arousal you had felt several weeks before with the policemen, and this only added to the confusion which you were already feeling. Once inside the building you are led by your husband who you heard greeting several other men as you went through several doors which were opened and closed behind you. Eventually you assisted to sit in the chair and the blindfold was removed.
It took several seconds for your eyes to adjust to the light and then you found yourself in a large room sitting on a raised platform like a stage. Around three sides of this stage was sat around 50 or so men. They were all looking at you and talking amongst themselves. They were all well dressed and looked prosperous. You looked up for your husband only to find that he was no longer there, you looked into the gathered men for him but he did not seem to be there, but you do see the reporter and the magistrate. The air in the room was warm and scented with cigar smoke, the tablet was now making you feel extremely aroused and uninhibited, but still you were not sure why you were there. Hearing a noise behind you, you turned around to see two young black men come in through the door. They are both tall and muscular wearing loose vest shirts and baggy sweatpants. Their hair is close cropped and they're both wearing sunglasses despite the dim light in the room. Their skin is almost piano black in appearance and appears oiled, and they have the surly confident appearance of a couple of rap stars, or top athletes. Another man comes through the door pushing some form of apparatus, to your horror you see that it’is a frame with stirrups and leather straps. It looks like something out of a torture chamber. The two black men walk around you appraising you and nodding, they do not remove their glasses. "I tell you what you fucking posh slut bitch, you is going to be fucking some black cock tonight!" With that he pulls you out of the chair and rips open your top ******** your breasts, as he does so the other one breaks the clasp on the back of your skirt and allows it to fall to the ground.
You were now naked apart from your panties and stockings and towering heels. "Oh yes, we is going to have some white married pussy, ain't we?" He said to his friend. The group of men around the stage have now fallen silent, every eye is on you as you stand virtually naked in front of them all. The sexual tension is unbelievable, as is your intense sense of arousal and you feel a dull ache returning to your pussy which you had not felt since the night in the police cell. As these thoughts swirled through your mind the two black men stripped off their vests before pulling down their jogging bottoms. You gasped! Both of them had thick penises of at least 10 inches long, and as you looked at them they started to swell and rise in front of you. Completely unable to help yourself you sank to your knees and gripped a cock in each hand and started to stroke them as they grew harder. Your fingers could hardly meet as you wrapped them round the throbbing cocks. A murmur of approval went up from the audience and you now realised what your husband has meant when he said you were going to be the centre of attention. They were all there to watch you get fucked by two huge black cocks. An overwhelming sense of disgust and shame swept through you quickly followed by an overwhelming sense of lust and sexual craving. If they wanted a show, then you were going to put on the best show they had ever seen. With that you stood up, turned around and bent forward from the waist so were leaning on the chair. Your perfect bottom and shaved soaking wet pussy were now visible to everyone. You turned your head back towards them and smiled "Is somebody going to fuck my slutty married pussy or are you just going stand there all night looking at it?" Looking ahead again you see you husband standing in the doorway. You lock eye contact with him and smile and close your eyes as you feel the first huge black cock start to stretch your willing pussy open.
As his cock stretches your wet pussy open you realise that the drug you have been given has heightened and intensified all your feelings. By the time he's pulled back and pushed deep into you for the second time your first orgasm rips through you like nothing you've ever felt before, and your knees begin to buckle. You force yourself to remain in that position as he begins to fuck you harder than you've ever been fucked before, the second orgasm rips through you and this time you cannot hold yourself up and you collapsed to your knees, but he just continues to fuck you even harder than before.
You can hear a woman's voice screaming obscenities, words that you would never use "fuck my filthy cunt you fucking black nigger, fuck me you black bastard, fuck my cheating white married pussy!" The other black guy has now moved in front of you and suddenly as he sticks his cock into your open mouth the woman's voice falls silent and you realise it was you who had been screaming. Your eyes have been screwed tight since the first huge black cock had pushed into your pussy, but now you open them only to see your husband looking at you with a wide smile on his face. You would've smiled back had you not had 10 inches of cock forcing its way down your throat. You had three more incredible orgasms in quick succession before this first fuck came to a temporary standstill while you were lifted from the chair and placed into the device which had been rolled out onto the stage.
You are still trembling from head to foot as you were strapped into it. Your hands were left free but your legs had been strapped into the stirrups meaning your soaking wide open pussy was facing to the crowd. You’re moaning gently and rubbing your open pussy with both hands, as you looked out upon the men watching you. A well-spoken man's voice rang out, "Come on guys, fuck her some more, fuck the slut, she is begging for it". Cheers of approval and agreement rang out from the other men as one of the black guys approached you. His cock is fully erect and massive, you had never seen anything like this in your life and he was about to ram it into your waiting willing pussy. As soon as he started to feed it and you could feel that you are going to come again almost immediately, only this time it felt different and not anything you have felt before. Inch by massive inch he fed it into you and then started to thrust backwards and forwards, backwards and forwards, deeper and deeper. This was the first time in your life that your pussy squirted. It came from deep within you, a sudden spray squirted out over his thrusting black cock and up onto your belly, soaking you both. The woman's voice started screaming obscenities again only to be silenced again by a huge black cock being rammed into your mouth.
Taking it in turns they continued to fuck you what seemed like an eternity, several times you ********** only to come to again with a cock being rammed in and out of your spuming pussy. Each time you would look up and see the crowd of men laughing and cheering and shouting obscenities at you. "Look at the slut take that cock, she fucking loves it". And he was right, the ***** you had taken over and was loving every second of it, as if this was what you were born to do. You were born to be fucked as an exhibition, a cum slut actress performing to her adoring fans.
Eventually the first black guy came deep inside your pussy, filling you with his spunk until it was spilling out, only to be replaced immediately by the other guy who added his seed to the first before pulling you out and leaving you totally spent on the stage with their cum streaming out of your gaping pussy. The two guys just walked away from you without a second glance, to them you were just fuck toy which they have now finished with. You were still trembling on a sexual high the like of which you never experienced. Then one by one the men who have been watching the show came up onto the stage and stood around you and began to masturbate as they looked at you still strapped to the device. Everywhere you looked there was someone looking at you and stroking his cock. You are not sure how many men there were, or if they all came on you, but most of them did. One after another they shot their loads onto your naked body and face until you were completely covered in their cum, by now your hands were back in your pussy pushing all this new wave of spunk in to mingle with the spunk of the two studs who had just fucked you so well. Slowly the room emptied until only your husband remained with you. He gently unbuckled the straps and helped you unsteadily to your feet and passed you a toweling robe and helped you to wrap it round your cum soaked shoulders. “Come along darling, let’s get you home”. And with that he slipped on the blindfold back on and carefully led you away.
After you have been travelling for about 10 minutes your husband tells you that you can take the blindfold off. When you do to your surprise you see you were driving near Sevenoaks and that the first streaks of dawn were showing in the sky, glancing at the clock in the car you're shocked to see that it's nearly 4:30. "I had no idea we have been there so long" you said turning to look at your husband. He looked ahead as he was driving and said "You were the star of the show tonight darling, they had over five hours with you. At one point you ********** for nearly 45 minutes, which gave everybody time to get a quick drink and have something to eat before the second half of the show started. And then there was the time it took as 50 guys who all wanted to add their cum to the cum you had already received". This was said in a nonchalant manner as if he was discussing a pleasant meal in some restaurant. Without conscious thought your hand went down to your pussy started rubbing your swollen and sore lips. With that you fell asleep.
Chapter 4. Slut Shaming.
You did not wake again until 6 PM that evening. You woke with a start to find yourself in your own bed alone. For a moment disorientation meant you had no recollection of what happened the night before, and then it hit you like a hammer blow. At first you went into shock and found yourself trembling in bed as snatches and snippets and images of the night before started to come back. The sense of shame and self-disgust was overwhelming as the memories now flooded back. After returning home you had clearly had a shower and your hair had been washed and combed through. The stains on your character however would be permanent. Swinging your legs out of the bed and onto the floor you unsteadily got your feet. Your whole body ached, and your pussy was throbbing and tingling. Pulling on the dressing gown made your way downstairs and into the sitting room. Sitting there was your husband with another man who had his back to you. As you entered they both turned to you and you realised with numbing shock the other man was the magistrate. A sudden flashback and you're momentarily back on stage with the magistrate masturbating over your breasts, and now he is in your sitting room drinking tea with your husband. Your cheeks begin to burn with shame and embarrassment. You open your mouth to say something but no words will come out. Your husband speaks "Ah there you are darling, Charlie just popped over to say how much he and Sarah enjoyed dinner with us the other week, and wondered if we were free next weekend".
Eventually you manage to find your voice, and stammered a reply saying that you would love to go out for dinner with them. That week passed in the daze with you not discussing what had happened on the Saturday night with your husband at all. While this might have seemed strange, it was almost so unreal and dream like that perhaps the words were best left unsaid. In your dreams you had vivid flashbacks and would wake feeling confused but also incredibly aroused. More than once you had to get up carefully not waking your husband and take your vibrator to the bathroom just to get some relief. By Friday even your pussy started to return to normal. The first two days of the week it looked like it had a difficult child birth, so stretched and open. On Friday you drove down into the town to do a bit of shopping, and as we walked back down the Pantiles to the carpark you called in to the deli to buy something to eat. You sensed someone staring at you stood in the queue and half turned only to see two smartly dressed middle aged men standing in the queue behind you. They seemed to be looking at you quite intently and speaking to each other and in hushed voices. At first you dismissed this and then the possibility that these men had seen you before somewhere hit you like a sledgehammer. You turned and looked at them again and to your horror you recognised that they were two of the men from last Saturday night. They have been there when you gave yourself body and soul to the two black studs who took it in turns fucking you for hours, before these two men and 40 odd others masturbated over you, covering you in there cum. Your knees went week and you felt your face flush with a huge sense of shame and embarrassment. You knew they had recognised you by the way that they were staring. Forgetting your lunch you turned and fled from the store walking as quickly as you could back to the carpark and safety of your little red Fiesta. The horror that you had been recognised in the street made you realise that perhaps other men in the area might recognise you.
That evening you felt that you had to confront your husband about what had happened. The absolute shame and humiliation that you could be publicly branded a slut and shaken you to the core. After dinner when you are alone you told him about the incident on the Pantiles, and he just smiled back at you. You told him how it made you feel, worthless, stupid, like a cheap *****. By the time you are finished you felt drained, exhausted. Your husband paused to refill both your glasses before he replied. "But did you enjoy it darling? Did you enjoy being the centre of attention?" "That's got nothing to do with it" you shouted back "they made me feel like a slut, a complete tramp" "Yes darling, but did you enjoy last Saturday night? Did you enjoy those two guys fucking you until you **********? Did you enjoy the fun, the room full of men so turned on by watching you that they all needed to shoot their loads of your writhing body?" You found yourself nodding in agreement is the memories came flooding back again, and the more thought about it, the more aroused you felt yourself becoming.
"Those men worshipped you on Saturday, you turned a room full of professional responsible men into a group of slobbering sex slaves who would do anything for you. So what if they recognise you, who are they going to tell? Their wives? Anybody that they knew? If they did they would have to explain how they knew, or why they were there for that matter. No darling, your secret is safe"
The following night you found yourself sitting across the table from Sarah and next to Charlie, enjoying a very pleasant dinner at their house. Charlie as well as being a magistrate was "Something in the city to do with hedges" as Sarah told you. Despite your reservations you are beginning to enjoy the evening and the fact that three of you at the table had a Secret, and the rather stupid Sarah knew nothing about it. You found that it gave you a thrill that you knew something about her husband that she didn't. As you sat there making small talk over the coffee you felt a hand slip onto your thigh under the table. For a second you froze, not sure what you should do next, and gently and smoothly it slid your dress up until it could reach the gusset of your flimsy panties. Somewhere in the distance the rather stupid Sarah was asking you question about your favourite soap opera and you suddenly realised everybody was staring at you waiting for your answer. The fingers on the hand now gently massaging your pussy through your knickers, and you feel your pussy starting to get wet. As you answer Sarah as politely as possible that you don't really like soap operas as you find them unrealistic, the fingers on the hand move your panties to one side and slip into your pussy. The irony of you calling soap operas unrealistic is not missed on you as Charlie gently masturbates you under the table. You discreetly turn sideways to look at the man who has his fingers in your pussy and note that for 51-year-old man is extremely attractive. The slut Cathy whispers in your ear. "You have to fuck him before you leave tonight"
The gentle massaging continues for a little while longer as you tried to make polite conversation. Your husband is staring at you intently and clearly knows what's happening, stupid Sarah is completely oblivious. "Charlie why don't you take Catherine to see your E-type, she's always loved them, while I help Sarah to clear the table and load the dishwasher" As you and Charlie entered the garage neither of you spoke, you just bent over the bonnet of the Jaguar and pulled your knickers to one side as his cock entered you. There was no finesse or gentleness, he just fucked you as hard and fast as he could bringing you to a sudden and intense orgasm before he flooded your pussy with his cum. Quickly straightening your clothes, he gave you lingering kiss on the lips before you return to the house. You hadn't exchanged single word. Pulling your husband to one side you whisper in his ear, "take me home now, I need you to fuck me".
As it was getting late you were able to make your apologies and leave shortly after whispering to your husband. The sexual tension in the car on the drive home was immense. Cathy not Catherine was in charge that night and knew what she wanted. You had kept your knickers on to ensure none of precious cargo of Charlies cum you had deep in your pussy was lost. Your left hand started to play with your pussy through your panties while your right hand started to massage your husbands cock through his trousers.
By the time your husband had put the car in the garage and locked up you were already lying naked on your bed. He stripped off and joined you and for few minutes you kissed like two hungry teenagers. He rolled over onto his back expecting you to climb on top of him and impale yourself on his hard cock, but tonight Cathy had other ideas. Swinging your leg over him you turned in 180 degrees so that you were sitting on his chest facing his throbbing cock. You immediately fell forward and started sucking it for all you were worth, at the same time you slid backwards so your soaking pussy was over his mouth and face. "You wanted your wife to be a slut, so now enjoy what a slut tastes like" you said as you ground down on his face. You knew you were still full of Charlies cum as you felt your husbands tongue push into your pussy. The thought of what he was doing turned you on more than you could describe and you started to ride his face, searching for an orgasm. It did not take long, and when it came you flooded his face with a mix of your juices and Charlies cum. Everything that has happened to you in the last few weeks rushed through your mind, and the sensations that your degradation and shame had brought fuelled your lust. Turning round you held his cock and guided it into your sopping wet pussy and started to fuck him while taunting him. "You like this don't you, you like feeling Charlies cum in my pussy as I fuck you don't you. You like me being your slut!" Suddenly you felt him arch under you as he pumped his load into your pussy to mix with Charles's. It was over far too soon for you and you found yourself longing for the huge cocks of the two black guys and the policeman you had enjoyed so recently. You then knew that despite the dreadful shame, the degradation and the embarrassment of being recognised, you needed more of the same. You needed to be paraded in front of men, used as a sex toy and fucked until you **********. While Cathy the cock hungry cum slut knew what she needed, Catherine the posh Kent wife and mother would have to live with the consequences.
Chapter 5. Drinks for Cathy.
The next Monday morning you left off your knickers for the first time in years. You then booked to have an intimate wax later that morning with Babette at Knight Hair and Beauty. You wanted your pussy to feel smoother than shaving alone could achieve. Getting into your little red Fiesta in a just a light summer dress, flat shoes and clutch bag you set off. You were feeling carefree and confident, and just a little bit sexy. Turning off the A21 towards Goudhurst you spotted an E Type Jaguar in your mirror. Now while you had not really taken any notice of the car over which bonnet Charles and fucked you, you did know that it was light blue. The car now following you was also light blue. Within a couple of miles the lights on the Jag flashed and you knew it was Charles and you signaled to pull over. You sat in the car as Charles got out and came to speak to you and as you waited you checked yourself in the mirror. He appeared at your open window smiling brightly and greeted you warmly. As he did so you felt the now familiar twinge from your pussy, but for the moment Catherine was very much in charge. “Charles, what a lovely surprise seeing you out this way, where are you going?” He explained that he was meeting friends for lunch in the Milk House in Sissinghurst later and was just out for a run as it was such a nice day. Neither of you mentioned what had happened only 36 hours before and after a few more minutes chatting and your telling him that you were going to Tenterden, you said your goodbyes. Just as he was about to walk back to his car Charles stopped and said that if you passing back through Sissinghurst later he would be delighted if you popped in for a quick drink. You said you would have to see, but thanked him for the kind invitation. A couple of hours later and feeling super smooth and sexy you did a little shopping in Tenterden high street and then remembered Charles invitation. Catherine suddenly felt nervous and worried and for a minute you thought that perhaps it might not be great idea, but Cathy persuaded you otherwise. After all what harm could one quick drink in a very public place do. Pulling into the car park at the Milk House you could see that Charles was still there, and alongside his E Type were two other pristine classics. One was an Aston Martin but the other large car you were unfamiliar with. Looking over you saw Charles sitting with a group of men in the beer garden and walked over to join them. They all stood as you approached and after Charles had kissed you in greeting, they others all shook you formally by the hand. It tuned out that the large dark car was a 1964 Bentley S3 Continental Coupe which belonged to Charles’s friend Toby, and it was obviously his absolute pride and joy. All your reservations about meeting them were soon set aside and you started to relax and enjoy the conversation and good humour. Posh Catherine was in her natural environment and was being her usual witty and sparkling self. It was not long before time and the wine started to pass a little too frequently and you suddenly realised that you would be over the limit to drive home and started to panic. At this point the gallant “Sir” Toby stepped up and pointed out that he had only been drinking shandy and as he had to pass near to your house that he would be more than happy to give you a lift, if you didn’t mind leaving your car behind. As there seemed little option you somewhat reluctantly agreed and Charles ordered another round of drinks. An hour and several glasses of Prosecco later a slightly tipsy you found yourself seated in the beautiful Bentley as it nosed out of the carpark. As you settled back into the soft luxurious leather seat Toby looked over to you and smiled and the big car surged smoothly and silently through the village. Cathy could take the day off you thought, this was Catherine’s world.
Toby changed that in one sentence. “I really enjoyed the show you put on at Riverhill House the weekend before last, those two black chaps really did have some stamina!” You thought your heart had stopped completely and just stared ahead without speaking and your stomach churned over. Toby had been there, he had seen everything, he must have been one of the faceless crowd who had stood wanking their thick hot cum over you as you begged for more. He had seen that you as the complete slut Cathy and knew you for who and what you were. For a moment you thought about waiting until the car slowed enough and then jumping out and running, but to where? Still you said nothing and stared ahead with unseeing eyes. You could not believe this was happening.
Toby continued in his smooth upper-class drawl that he had been mesmorised watching you, unable to take his eyes off you at any point. He continued about how much seeing such a beautiful more mature woman giving in to her sexual craving was far more erotic than watching a paid young model pretending. As he spoke your mind was transported back to how you felt, as even after the most intensive fucking any woman could ever have that you were on an intense sexual high as cock after cock spurted cum onto you. These memories along with his honeyed tones telling you how beautiful and erotic seeing you like that was started to weave its spell and you felt your pussy starting to ache and pulse again. You involuntarily squirmed in your seat and suddenly realised that your pussy was soaking wet. You needed to touch it, feel the wetness on your fingers and rub your swollen clitoris. You bit your lip to try and stifle the feelings but you knew Catherine was losing control.
As you sat there fighting your emotions the car slowed and then turned off the road and down a short track before pulling up next to some deserted farm buildings. You looked at Toby who smiled at you and then stepped out of the car, walked around and opened the door for you before moving your seat to allow access to the cavernous rear seat. You sank into the back seat and as you did so you allowed your short summer dress to ride up and your legs to fall wide open. Toby looked at your silky smooth soaking wet slit and you saw him swallow hard before he let out a deep groan. The slut Cathy was now back in charge and knew exactly what she wanted. In a voice so different than the one you had been using all afternoon you issued your instructions “Eat my cunt until I tell you to stop, and then if you beg me I might let you fuck me. If you don’t eat me very well you will not be allowed to fuck me, and if I do allow you to fuck me I might let you cum, do you understand?” He looked at your face and nodded before lowering his head between your wide spread thighs. As his tongue and lips went to work you held his head firmly in your hands and started to thrust your hips effectively fucking his face. It was ecstasy and soon you could feel your juices running down onto the luxurious leather seat as you pulled Toby’s face ever harder into you. He was gasping for breath as he pushed his tongue as deep as it could go. Lapping your juices from where both Charles and your husband had filled you with their cum less than 48 hours earlier. His hard work and the thought of him eating your slutty pussy pushed you over the edge and you pulled his head into you are you came hard. “Oh fucking yes, eat my fucking slutty pussy, fucking eat it and I might let you fuck me” As you swore you ground you pussy even harder against his face and squirted. The urgency in you now took over. “Now fuck me, fuck me hard and make me squirt again, now, do it now, I need you cock now!” You were shouting, swearing at him as he struggled to get his clothes off in the confines of the car. “Come on, fuck me now” as you rubbed at your gaping wet slit. At last he was on top of you crushing you into the seat as his hard cock speared into you. It was nowhere near as big as you had felt in the weeks before but the sexual frenzy you were feeling meant that you came almost immediately he entered you. Your open mouth found his and you kissed him hard, your tongue forcing into him before you bit his bottom lip hard. His hands found your nipples and pinched hard, the pain only intensified the pleasure sweeping through you as you urged him to fuck you deeper and harder. You were searching for your next orgasm as you felt Toby speed up and start to tense “Don’t you fucking dare cum yet, I didn’t tell you that you could cum yet, you only cum when I tell you to.” He slowed a little and dutifully did as he was told. You were really close now, your own orgasm was about to sweep through you “Now, cum now, fill me you bastard, fill me up!” And as you started to peek you felt his cock unleash a wave of cum deep inside you, spurt after glorious spurt of his creamy seed. Your orgasm left you dizzy and disorientated and when you opened your eyes Toby was kneeling between your legs looking at his cum leaking out of your pussy. You reached down and patted him on the head. “Good boy, now you can get dressed and take me home.”
Chapter 6. The Deal.
Just 20 minutes later and you were walking up the drive to the front door of your large detached house. You were surprised to see that at 5:30 your husbands’ car was in the drive already as he was not usually back from the station until 6:40. You now needed to explain why your car was 15 miles away on a pub carpark in Sissinghurst and why you had a pussy full of cum. Quietly opening the door into the sitting room you found him there in deep conversation with a stranger. It was obvious that they had not heard you arrive home and for a while they continued talking. It seemed that part of the discussion was about you and what you heard made you begin to feel uneasy. It sounded to that your husband was in some sort or financial difficulty and you were being used as a form of payment. Suddenly the last few weeks made more sense now. Could it be that you were being traded by him to pay a debt? As it sounded as if the conversation was coming to an end you quickly slipped upstairs and dived into the en suite shower where you washed away Tobys cum and gave yourself time to think. By the time you came down again dressed in a robe you had decided that he did not need to know all the details of your day, just enough. Cathy and Catherine had agreed to work together on a plan.
Your husband was pacing back and forth when you went down and hardly seemed aware of you. You opened the conversation. “You’re home early, is everything OK? By the way I had to leave my car in Sissinghust this afternoon as I met Charles for a drink and didn’t want to risk driving home. I got a lift back and we can pick the car up tomorrow” He looked up. “Did he try to have sex with you?” he asked “No he didn’t!” You said indignantly and truthfully “You hadn’t had me drugged!” Your husband then sat down with his head in his hands and started to tell you about his huge problem. Apparently he had used money from a client’s account to invest in a new venture only he failed to mention this to the client. Unfortunately the new venture was a scam and as a result the client’s account was £500,000 short. He has foolishly gone to the Police. The Police men he spoke to instead of investigating were now blackmailing him, threatening him with telling his MD what he had done. He was at his wits end and in the end decided to tell his client all and through himself on his mercy. His clients name was local magistrate and personal friend Charles Randolph Howard. Charles had taken it rather well and agree not to make an issue of it with the company, transferred half a million to cover the deficit so the Police would have nothing to use as leverage and to work with your husband to find out what had happened to the money and get it back. He only had one stipulation. That was that he and his friends could have unrestricted access to your body, whenever and however they chose until he got his money back. You asked how long that was going to take, and your husband answered that he had now idea and that the man who he had been talking to was a private detective who was working on the case. He had just ben to tell him that he had not made any real progress yet, and it could take weeks or months. On top of that Charles was arranging another “party” the following weekend with you again as the star of the show. Despite the revelations your plan was still going to work.
You sat down opposite took a deep breath before starting. “So let me get this right. Because of your greed and stupidity you have risked everything that we have, put yourself in a situation that could have resulted in you going to prison, stole from your friend and betrayed your employer. Then to try and make things better, you sell your wife to be used as a cheap gang bang cum slut at all male group sex parties, is that what you are telling me?” He looked up balefully without answering you and then slumped back in his seat. You held his stare for a full minute as Catherine passed the baton to Cathy. He opened his mouth as if to apologise but he as stopped instantly as Cathy started. “Don’t you dare try to apologise for this, ever, not a word! Until we are able to work this mess out you will do as you are told. When and where is this party and who will be attending?”
He told you what he knew, it was going to be Riverhill House again, the house to which you were taken blindfolded the week before. It would be mainly the group who were there last time with a few changes, but this time there was going to be more sexual partners on the stage with you. The setting was going to be a residential reform school study, you would be playing a teacher who was keeping three unruly 18 year old boys in detention when things get out of hand. As he told you, you felt your pussy starting to tingle, but your husband was not going to gain any benefit from that. And you told him that, and told him exactly why.
You sat back and pulled the robe to display your freshly waxed, fucked and showered pussy. “Take a nice long look at this, because as you have offered me for sex until this situation is resolved you will not be fucking me again. This is now strictly out of bounds for your cock” you said as your fingers gently opened your pussy lips and gently rubbed you clit. You could see he was watching you intently and as he did your saw the tell-tale bulge appear in his trousers. “That’s right, you get a nice stiff cock, and later you can wank until you cum as I tell you about how I fucked a friend of Charles called Toby this afternoon, but that is all you are going to get, and tomorrow I am going to buy one of those little cage things for your cock and you will stay locked in that until Charles has his money back and this sex party agreement is over! Just one final thing, you might be able to lick this better for me” He looked up and smiled as you continued to rub your pussy. “But only after they have fucked me and before I take a shower!”
That evening you had dinner as if nothing happened, and nothing had been discussed. There was a surreal atmosphere over the dinner table as you discussed everything and anything other than the current situation. You did all the normal things like leaving the table together loading the dishwasher before sitting down in front of the TV with a glass of wine. Not once did your husband mention Toby or the new rules that you had stipulated. At 10:30 your husband went upstairs to grab a quick shower before bed while you sat alone thinking about the proposed party for the following weekend. Catherine was nervous about the shame and degradation this was going to bring, the cringing embarrassment that she knew she would feel afterwards. The Cathy part of you was positively revelling in the opportunities that it might bring and it was her and was now gently massaging one of your nipples under your robe. By the time you went upstairs your husband was in bed reading his latest book, some thriller set in east Germany in the 1960s. Sliding under the duvet next to him you asked him if he would like to hear I'm more entertaining story. He marked the page and closed the book to please you. "So who the hell is Toby, what did you mean by what you said this afternoon?"
For the next 20 minutes you described in minute detail exactly what had happened in Tobys Bentley as you drove back from Sissinghurst. By the time you had got to the part where you were describing how you were issuing instructions to Toby as his face was buried in your pussy your husbands hand was working slowly on his now throbbing hard cock. You watched this with a mix of amusement and arousal and as you reach the part where Toby was about to cum deep in your pussy, your husband's hand speeded up and you sense that he was also getting close. Your own hand was now rubbing your swollen clitoris but now the same instruction is issued again. "Don't you dare come yet, you only come when I tell you you can" Your husband moans out loud, but did as he's told and stopped moving his hand as you continue the story while you rub your soaking pussy. The memory of the afternoon and the effect that it was having on your husband is turning you on more than you could imagine and it takes all your concentration to carry on with the story as your orgasm builds. As you describe how Toby flooded your pussy with his cum your own climax overtakes you and you shake as its waves spasm through you. As it subsides you turn to look at your husband and see that he is now lying back with his eyes closed as he strokes his cock towards ejaculation. You've seen this many times, but this time it's going to be very different. You sense his just about to cum and as you do you grab his hand and pull it away but still holding onto it. His cock jerks uselessly in the air as his come starts to ooze from the end. You know that you have just completely ruined his orgasm, you also know it's the last one that he is going to have with you for some time. The pool of his spunk is lying on his belly, and to add insult to injury you lean forward and lick some of it up. With it still in your mouth you reach up and kiss his open lips goodnight before turning over and switching off your bedside light.
Chapter 7. Out of The Azure.
The next morning you went into the office where you worked part time as a PA. After checking your work emails you clicked onto your private in box and amongst the usual offers and promotions there were two from an old flame in Lincolnshire and one from Charles. You knew that the two from Steve were just gossip and catch up stuff, but as Charles had never emailed you before, and for that matter you did not know he had your address you opened that one first. It read:
Hi Catherine. Or should I call you Cathy?
I had a phone call from your husband this morning telling me that you are now familiar with the arrangement he and I have come to. Now I know that you agree that what he did was extremely foolish to say the least, but while foolish it was not his intention to steal from me or his company. He was tricked into losing the money, and there we are. I could have kicked up a storm and had him fired and the company would have retuned my money. But it’s only half a million pounds and trying to get it back seemed more fun. Then when he offered me your services as a bonus, well how could I say no.
This was not what your husband had told you at all, he had said that Charles had demanded you. You read on:
He knows I have always been extremely attracted to you, and he also knows I have a fascination with extremely sexually adventurous women. When he told me that be believe that you were repressing a side of you that not even he had seen I had to find out if it was true. I’m sorry is the two young officers frightened you, but your actions made it was clear that you are truly a slut. Please don’t be offended, I mean this with true affection. You are a most beautiful slut.
You were shocked and at the same time enthralled by where this was going and read on:
Now while our detective chap tracks down the villains who have my money there are all sorts of games that we can play. Oh, and just in case you decide to not play along I have a video of your “fun” at the police station and my young friend from the KM has written a fascinating piece all about a Kent mum from Tunbridge Wells called Catherine Bradley who has a secret double life. I’m sure all you friends would love to read it.
Now the real reason for my email is this. Next weekend’s party has been moved and changed. It will be in my villa near St Tropez. I have asked your husband to drop you off at Biggin Hill on Friday, where my top guy Richard will be waiting. My jet will fly you both down. I am going on ahead to make all the arrangements.
PS. Don’t pack many clothes, you are not going to need them.
Love Charlie.
You sat completely numb, your cheeks were burning red at the shocking content of the email. You were trapped and knew it. You had intended to use the next party to get enough information on those attending including Charles that you could force them to stop. Your plan was in tatters. You read through the email again carefully. Then the last paragraph one final time. Your husband was not invited. It said he was to drop you off, and then the two of you Charles mentioned must mean you and Richard.
For the next few days you hardly spoke to your husband at all. However you had gone ahead with your threat and visited an Ann Summers shop wearing a hat and big dark glasses so as not to be recognised and even paid by cash. You had bought a small chromed stainless steel ‘Cock Cage’ which you had locked on you husband while he was asleep. To say he was displeased would be an understatement, but after you had shown him the email from Charles he quickly shut up. You might be having sex at the weekend, but he was not going to be with that contraption on you thought.
On Friday morning your somewhat unhappy husband drove you up to Biggin Hill airport in your little red Fiesta. You had spent the night before somewhat meanly walking around naked as you pulled out and tried on various bits of clothing to pack. Seeing you naked and his knowing that you were going to be used as a rich mans’ fuck toy for the weekend had left him straining painfully in his cock cage. Given the situation you both found yourselves in you felt very little sympathy for him. While Catherine had spent the week worrying about Charles threat to ****** her to her posh friends and the untold embarrassment and shame, the Cathy of old was excited about the trip on a private jet to the South of France and more sex.
As you arrived you noticed that were waved straight past the usual passenger drop off point and carried on through to the area reserved for private planes, your car then drove across the apron as instructed and drew up at the steps of a silver grey Citation Excel. You tuned to your husband and kissed him lovingly on the lips and squeezed his caged cock through his trousers. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do” You said breezily and got out. As you did a uniformed man opened the tail gate and got out your small flight bag. You were told not to pack much and you hadn’t. Climbing the short steps you were greeted by a casually dressed man with a hint of an accent who introduced himself as Richard and showed you to your seat and offered you a drink prior to take off. As you settled into the burgundy leather seats, you noticed the initials CRH were embossed into the soft hide. Charles Randolph Howard. Just how rich was Charles?
Richard passed you a Gin and Tonic and told you that you might like to take something as they were expecting some turbulence as they flew down and descended towards the coast and as the flight was only 75 minutes you should take it then. You thought this was a good idea and accepted the small tablet he offered from an ornate silver pill box. Soon you were taxing and then in the air and Richard who was sat facing you pointed out that while the plane was large enough to take twenty seats, it was configured to for just six as the back was converted into a private study and bedroom for Charles. The drink had relaxed you but were still feeling tense and when Richard offered you a top up you did not refuse. It was as you sipped the second you suddenly started to feel the strange looseness and heightened senses which you had felt just twice in your life before. “What was the tablet you gave me?” Richard smiled and said it was just to relax you. “Charlie likes his visitors to feel relaxed” He said. The tablet started to make your thought turn to the weekend ahead, are more specifically the sex you were certain to be having. You stared dreamily out of the window and were vaguely aware that Richard had moved and was now sat next to you. “Would you like to lay down for a while?” he asked. Woozily you rose from the seat and took his extended arm to steady yourself.
You then were guided towards the back of the aircraft to a door which in turn led to a beautifully appointed bedroom. At one end was a leather topped desk and chair which had a large flat screen TV mounted above it, but the main feature was the bed. It was large with the foot end rounded on the corners. Above it was an alcove mirror which back lit so that the edges appeared to glow. While not really your taste it was clearly high end in the cost stakes. As you tuned to sit on the bed the plane suddenly hit a pocket of turbulence causing you to lose balance and fall back. As you did you pulled Richard with you who landed firmly on top of you. Your first thought was that he smelt nice. Looking up his face was inches from yours and you had an overwhelming desire to kiss it. He apologised profusely and pulled away leaving you lying on the bed. The tablet was now working a full force and you needed the hunger it created within you sating. You longed for him to join you on the bed and told him so. He looked at you uncomfortably, clearly not knowing how he should reply to his boss’s guest. “Charlie said you could be a bit naughty” he said unconvincingly, but he did not leave. “And what should you do if I am a naughty lady?” you replied provocatively “Spank me?” With that you rolled over and lifted the back of your skirt up to reveal your pert bottom with just a slim thong parting your smooth buttocks which you now reached back and patted. You didn’t have to wat to long before you felt the bed move as he joined you. His strong hands slide back and forth over your skin before sliding under your dress and up your back. He now carefully folded your dress up so that your bottom was fully ******* and then returned to running his hands over you.
“You really are very naughty. Bad, wicked little slut who should be punished for being such a cock teaser. You nothing but a cock teasing slut!” and on the word slut one of his hands came down sharply onto you in stinging blow. You winced and then sighed as he started to gently caress you where the slap had fallen. Now he paused, his hands not touching you before rhythmically slapping you as he said “Bad….little….sluts…should….be….punished.” with three sharp slaps to each cheek. You skin now burned and you felt you pussy getting wet. The pain was exquisite and transported you back to a time when being spanked was the foreplay to having amazing sex. As you remembered his hand came down again, and again you winced as the heat rose warming your whole body. Richard now turned you over and removed your dress in one swift movement. He then moved to one of the desk draws and turned back to you. You were not just in your panties and flatty shoes. Your breath was coming in short sharp gasps as you savoured the stinging pain. Then you saw what he had withdrawn from the drawers, a pair of beautifully jewellery crafted nipple clamps, joined together with a thin gold chain which he now carefully and gently attached to each nipple. The pain as they bit into your soft flesh seared into you and made you cry out. He now manoeuvred you so that you were kneeling on the bed on your hands and knees with your spanked bottom facing him. Richards hand curled under you and held the chain giving it a sharp tug. Your nipples exploded into a burning agony which made you catch your breath, but as you did your caught sight of the huge TV screen which was showing a side on view of what was happening. As you watched you saw him raise his right hand before bringing it down in the first and several slaps and he spanked you and tortured your burning nipples at the same time. Then something happened that had never happened before. You climaxed from the pain. It was a new and altogether different feeling which left you gasping for breath. Somehow you just knew that it would not be the last time that you would feel that new sensation that coming weekend.
You were surprised and disappointed when Richard simply unclipped the nipple clamps, turned, put them away in the drawer and then left the room to return to the main cabin without uttering another word. What you had assumed would be the prelude to being fucked was not going to be, and now you felt somehow hollow and unfulfilled. While you massaged the blood back into your painful nipples your pussy was aching to be fucked. Slowly you pulled on your dress and gingerly felt your burningly hot spanked bottom before retracing your path out of the private bedroom.
The drug was still in full effect and as you moved you could feel the dress fabric rubbing on your sore nipples which sent little electric shocks straight to your clitoris. Simply walking was turning you on even more. God you needed to be fucked! As you returned to your seat the bulkhead clock and display was showing that the flight only had 17 minutes left and as you looked out of the window you felt the first weightless lifting feeling as the plane began its decent toward the Med’. Looking out of the left hand side the sea soon came into view as the plane wheeled in over Cap de Antibes before flying west down the coast, heading to the Gulf de St Tropez and the private airport at La Mole’. You could now see all the huge private yachts moored in Gulf outside St Tropez harbour and then as you made the final approach the fun fair between to Port Gimaud and Cogolin. As you flew up the valley to the rather pretentiously names Sainte Tropez International Airport all you could think about was not the perfect Cote de Azure coast line, not the amazing countryside, no, all you could think about was the fact that your pussy was screaming to be filled with cock, the bigger the better, the more the better. Cathy was really looking forward to what was to come, Catherine for the moment was not being consulted.
Gathering your thoughts together the simple formality of passport control at a private airport was conducted with the minimum of fuss and you and Richard soon walked out into the hot Cote de Azure sunshine and then into the ice cool interior of the awaiting chauffer driven Range Rover. The unreality of the situation started to crowd in on your overstimulated mind and slowly but surely Catherine came to take stock of what was happening. “Where are we going?” you asked looking out of the window as the pulled out onto the main road overlooked by the Chateau La Mole’. “Charlie has a place near Ramatuelle with views out over Pampelonna bay, I think you will like it, but first he has arranged to meet us in St Tropez for drinks. There was then an awkward pause before he continued.
“Catherine, I’m sorry for my behaviour on the flight down. You are Charlie’s guest and I unforgivably crossed a line. I was wrong and I apologise unreservedly. I know the effect the pills have, especially when mixed with alcohol, and the combination of what Charlie and a couple of the others have said about you and the fact that I find you extremely attractive……” He tailed off, clearly unable to find the correct words. You looked at the back of the drivers head and then over at Richard. Looking into his eyes you saw genuine concern and you found yourself warming to a man who had recently inflicted so much pain on you. “Richard, for what I have done in the last few weeks perhaps I needed to be punished, or perhaps not. All I know is that while part of me is here because I have no alternative, but another part of me would not want to be anywhere else.” You nodded towards the driver. “Does he speak English” “No!” “Then why did you not fuck me when you had the chance?” Richard looked out of the window before answering you. “Because I would prefer to make love to you when your mind is clear and I know you are enjoying it because you want it, not because a pill has turned you into a nymphomaniac.” You both fell silent as the big car swung off the main road to miss the heavy holiday traffic and down series of lanes which took you past the Polo Club where you could see the dust rising from the horses hooves at the were being exercised, before dropping down towards the market place and stopping outside the exclusive Hotel Byblos. As the door was opened and you stepped out into the heat again you felt something had changed between you and Richard. Little did you know how important this change was, and how it would change everything in the days and weeks ahead. But for now, all you knew was that the fabric was again stimulating your tender nipples and sending sharp signals to your pussy that your current sexual need was still unfulfilled.
As you entered the luxurious lobby Charles appeared from the cocktail bar to greet you. He came over and kissed you on both cheeks as if you are a long lost relative come to visit. Compliments gushed forth and you felt a little uncomfortable, and glanced over at Richard who appeared to be avoiding your gaze. "I trust you had a pleasant trip down with Richard and everything was fine?" He said as he escorted you back into the bar and to his table. He waved a hand and one of the waiters quickly scurried over, anxious to please. You ordered an Ice Tropez which was quickly brought while Richard excused himself and said that he would see you later. As you turned to watch him leave your dress rubbed across your nipples reminding you of part of the trip down that perhaps you might not wish to discuss just yet with Charles. You smile to yourself, now you had some secrets too!
Once you had finished your drinks Charles made his apologies and said that he had to remain in St Tropez for a little longer to attend to some private business, but Richard would be coming back with the car to take you to the Villa where are you would be made to feel at home. Sure enough, as you walked outside the Range Rover pulled up and one of the hotel doormen opened the door for you to join Richard inside. You were quickly out of the town and heading up the road towards Gassin before Richard spoke. "You said earlier, that part of you had no choice in being here. What exactly did you mean by that?" It suddenly struck you that Richard clearly did not know the whole story, so you asked him what he knew about you, who you were, why are you with Charles.
What he said shocked you. Charles had told him that you were just a good time girl he had known for a long time, but you are been around the block a few times, were good at a party and would do anything sexual with anybody at any time. He had told Richard that you were just a slut who enjoyed being abused and degraded and fucked by guys with huge cocks, apparently the bigger the better. You are a sex junkie! Whatever was in the tablet you had ingested was still swirling round in your bloodstream but you tried to keep Catherine in control as you replied. It was not easy though because Cathy had been listening and the thought of really big cocks was making your aching pussy drool in anticipation. As politely as you could, you explained to Richard that you were there as a result of a business deal which had gone wrong between your husband and Charles. As a result you were being held as a hostage to fortune for Charles to use he wished and until your husband was able to repay the money or that the crooks who had taken the money were found. "What, so you are in effect Charlie's is sex slave, Is that what you're saying?"
You had not thought about it in that way until that moment, but yes, he was right, you were Charlie's sex slave. Catherine and Cathy continued to fight over your pussy while you were having this conversation. It still yearned to be fucked, and the effects of the tablet and what had happened on the flight down were still very much to the front of your mind. "You also said that another part of you would not like to be anywhere else, why would you say that if what you have told me is true?" Richard was now referred to the comments you have made which related to Cathy, so it was Cathy who answered him.
"Because that is part of me who is exactly what Charles said, that part of me craves sex, wants to be fucked as much and as often as possible. You turned me on so much on the plane and I really need to be fucked soon. You said you would like to make love to me Richard. If that was true I suggest as soon as we get to the Villa you do just that, because I think once Charles gets back from St Tropez you might not get another opportunity. I want you to make love to me Richard, I want you to fuck me."
After travelling for around 25 minutes the Range Rover swung into a long sweeping dark blue-grey gravel drive leading to an impressive large white stucco villa. As the car came to a halt, staff immediately came out to open the door and retrieve your luggage before Richard escorted you into the cool large reception area. You could look right through the centre of the house and out over the infinity pool with his extraordinary view of the sea. Just from this first impression you knew you were amongst enormous wealth.
Richard offered to show you to your suite and you accepted his gentlemanly offer and followed him upstairs. The empty dull ache had returned to your pussy as you climbed the stairs behind him. For the first time ever in your life you are unsure whether Cathy or Catherine wanted to fuck him.
He opened the door to your suite and held at while walked in and turned round and waited for him to follow. As he did you simply fell into his arms as his own strong tanned arms enveloped you. You tilted your head back and to the side and opened your mouth slightly to receive his, the kiss was long, gentle but conveyed great passion. You knew you were melting.
Why this was different you could not say, this felt more like the embrace of your husbands love than a brief encounter with a virtual stranger in the south of France. After a minute you broke away and took two steps back from him, as you did so you slid the straps of your dress to the side and allowed it to slide to the floor. Your bare breasts and a erect nipples drew his eyes as your hands moved lower and started to slowly remove your panties. You never took your eyes off his face as you did this. His eyes came up to meet yours and for moment no words needed to be spoken. Richard was still fully dressed standing no more than 10 feet away from you as you started to gently rub your naked pussy, all the time your eyes held each other. Your hungry pussy was absolutely soaking wet and was aching for his cock. Whatever the next few days might hold for you, at the second all that mattered was this man and that moment. Richard started to move toward you and as he did you walked backward and instinctively fell onto the bed, your legs falling open invitingly. Richard dropped to his knees and buried his face into your smooth pussy, breathing you in and feeling your hot witness on his face and lips as his tongue pierced you. You held Richards head in your hands as you started to buck your hips up and down rubbing your sex hard into his face, you knew it would not be more than a minute before the first orgasm ripped through you. You were right, it tore through you like a hurricane leaving you completely breathless and gasping for oxygen.
You lay there with your eyes closed as the sensations of ecstasy started to ebb. Slowly you open them again. Richard had taken his clothes off and is stood naked in front of you. He had an impressive build, broad, lean and toned. He also had an even golden tan and all his body hair had been removed. His cock was slightly bigger than average, but nowhere near as big as some of the ones that had recently fucked you, but it was nice, it looked perfect! Richard now knelt between your open thighs, again your eyes were locked together as he used his hand to rub the tip of his penis up-and-down open pussy lips and over your engorged clitoris.
You bit your bottom lip as you felt his cock start to penetrate you. Rocking back and forth gently, each time pushing deeper inside you, before pulling out and pushing slowly in again. Each time sensations within you climbed to a higher pitch. Richard was true to his word, he wasn't just fucking you, he was making love to you and you were loving him for it. He regulated his tempo, sometimes hard and fast, at other times slow and gentle as he brought you to a number of crescendos, each time pausing to allow you to recover slightly before starting again. You lost count of the number of orgasms you had, each one drew you closer to Richard, each one drew Catherine closer to Richard. Cathy would have to wait her turn. Eventually with your arms wrapped tightly around each other you felt him reach his climax as he thrust his cock deep inside you and exploded. Wave after wave of his thick hot cum flooded into you as his mouth found yours and kissed you hard on the lips, your tongue exploring his mouth as he groaned. You lay like this for some minutes afterwards sharing the afterglow of your spent passion. Something had changed, something special that been exchanged. You suddenly thought about your husband. You knew you still loved him, but now in future he would have to share that love and your pussy with Richard.
Chapter 8. The Turning of the Screw.
By the time Charles returned from St Topez you were lying naked on a lounger by the infinity pool soaking up the late afternoon sun while sipping on a long G&T. After you and Richard had – reluctantly – parted you had showered and wrapped a sarong around you. A maid had come in and unpacked the few clothes you had taken but someone, Charles you assumed, had arranged for the generous walk in ‘robes to stocked with a rather nice selection of clothes, not only in you size but of the sort you would have picked yourself. The staff all were extremely courteous and discrete seemingly oblivious to your naked state. Richard had popped out to make sure you were okay a couple of times to make sure you were being well looked after. The view over Pampelonna beach was breath-taking and you were astounded at the vast number of huge boats moored out in the bay. At that time you had no idea that you would meet some of the owners and their guests that evening. At 7 and with the sun sinking behind the nearby hills you went back to your room to shower and dress for dinner. Picking out a pair of exquisite nude Louboutins and a practically shear turquoise silk dress. You again decided against any underwear. While you had been showering you had thought you had heard two helicopters land nearby.
By the time you came down again the sun had virtually set and the sea was bathed in a blue silver iridescence. Most of the boats which have been at anchor off the beach had now left but a number of the larger ones remained. You were shown into the dining room by one for the maids and as you entered all the men in the room stood, it was a nice touch you thought.
As well as Richard and your captor/host Charles there were three other men dressed in western clothing and three in Arabian attire. Looking around you noticed that you were the only woman. Eight to one. Catherine was concerned but Cathy was way ahead of her. As you all mingled, chatted and enjoyed a few drinks the Arab men present made a great deal of fuss over you, complementing your figure which every time the light was behind you was clearly visible through the shear dress. The complements and the sensation of the silk sliding over your highly sensitive nipples aroused you, or more importantly aroused Cathy.
Seeing that your glass was empty Richard brought you a new one and as he passed it whispered in your ear. “This has been spiked with the aphrodisiac, if you don’t want it just put in down and I will fetch a fresh one.” Cathy turned to him and with a beaming smile drank it in one. “Don’t worry darling, I’ll save some pussy for you!” You whispered back and with that you turned back to the other guests.
Conversation over dinner was free flowing and engaging with no indication for the first two light courses that his was anything other than any other dinner party. It was immediately clear that the three Arabs were wealthy businessmen and in some way clients of Charles who by now had insisted you call him Charlie. The others, two Italians and an American were some sort of partners in Charlie’s affairs, but as business was not really being discussed you were not able to work out what exactly. You were sat between Amil on your left and Mo to the right who were touchingly polite and you had noticed that they both had the most perfectly manicures hands and nails. One of the yachts below was owned by Amil, and Mo had flown in by helicopter from Nice. It was while Mo was describing his own superyacht that you first felt your dress being slid up your thighs. Smooth fingers then slid up your inner left thigh and gently came to rest just inches from your pussy. As you continued the conversation you opened your legs slightly and the fingers moved slowly and smoothly higher until they were just touching your pussy. You stifled a slight gasp but continued talking with Mo.
Now a second hand smooth slid up your right thigh and you realised that this was Mo’s left hand under the table. Both their hands now gently started to massage your suddenly soaking pussy under the table. Each seemed to know what the other was doing, as one hand opened your lips the other eased a finger into your pussy. You now opened your legs wider under the table to afford them easier access as they began to play with you. On the other side of the table the conversation stopped as all eyes were turned in your direction. The other guy in robes whose name you could not remember and at that time did not care was smiling at you as you felt the first tell-tale signs of an orgasm rising within you. You looked to the side where Richard was sitting and he nodded at you reassuringly as the two hands continues to caress your clit and finger fuck you under the table. At the other end of the table sat Charlie watching with an amused expression on his face.
The drug was in full force and you came hard! It rocked you back and forward in your chair and you gasped and cried out “Oh fucking yeesss, someone fuck me, please fuck me.” As your breath came back it was Charlie who broke the silence. “Well gentlemen. You have seen the merchandise, who will start the bidding? Shall we start at $10,000 dollars?
Richard walked around the table and escorted from the table to the middle of the room as he did so Charlie picked up the phone and cancelled the rest of the dinner and instructed the staff to go back to their cottage. You felt dazed and confused, were you being sold? You stood where you were instructed, to bewildered to move. Charlie now walked over carrying what appeared to be a coil of rope and some wood.
He now pulled your arms behind your back and started tying your wrists together and then elbows which made you stand fully erect with your tits thrust forward awkwardly, your hard nipples showing clearly through the flimsy dress. Then moving down to your ankles he placed the piece of wood of about 2 1/2 feet long which you now realised with some kind of yolk between your ankles and bound that in place. Your legs were now open and you could feel the air on your tender pussy lips.
The six guests were now each given a pair of large scissors and the lights began to dim. You swallowed hard genuinely concerned that this was going in a direction which you could not understand. Dimming of the light soon became obvious. There was a flicker from an overhead projector and suddenly the room end wall let up as a video images projected onto it. The HD video was of you and the two black guys taken a few weeks before and was obviously recorded in full surround sound. You are momentarily transported back there, you could hear the men calling you are a slut and cheering as the two black guys rammed their cocks into your pussy and your mouth. The six guests looked alternately at what was on the screen and then back at you, and then the first spoke. It was Mo.
"$10,000" with that he stepped forward and using the scissors cut off part of the bottom of your dress. There was a pause as they watched you being fucked bent over the chair, your knees buckling.
"$15,000 no question" The American now raised the bid, and as he did so he too stepped forward and cut off part of your dress. As he did so he looked in your face and leered. It was an unpleasant look. The bidding continued each of the guests trying to outdo each other, and with each bid more of your dress was cut away, sometimes from the side and sometimes from the ever shortening hemline. The only one who hasn't bid was the Arab who had sat opposite you and whose name you couldn't remember. By the time they had reached $60,000 all that was left of the dress was in tatters over your ******* breasts and shaven pussy, as the ropes really started to dig into your skin.
Now the mystery man spoke. "$100,000". The others all now turned to look at him and first Charlie and then the others started to applaud. In the background the video of you being fucked was still playing and you know felt your eyes glued to the images. Could that really be you up there screaming obscenities at them begging them to fuck you over and over and over again. It got to the point where the second of the two black guy was pulling his huge spent cock out of your used pussy, as the camera zoomed in for a close-up. Your shaven, red, swollen and open pussy was foot 2 feet long on the wall with their cum trickling out of you. The ache was returning to your pussy more than ever. It felt empty and cold. Cathy needed to feel a hot cock in there soon. She longed someone to fill it full of thick cum again. You realised now that was no going back, ever.
"Okay then" said Charlie on a bright voice. "Congratulations your Royal Highness. You get to have the slut for tonight. Do with her as you will, but try not to damage her too much. Right let's start the bidding for tomorrow night, gentlemen, shall we start the bidding at 20,000 this time?"
The American who had just been out bid snorted. “We don’t know what will be left for tomorrow night do we, so what are we bidding for?” Charlie answered smoothly. His Royal Highness is a connoisseur of beautiful women and this one I’m sure will be no different than the hundreds of others he has used for a night in the past. Brad, it’s what’s left after you have used and abused them that we should all worry about. Perhaps you should save your bidding for later?” The others all laughed and nodded knowingly as Brad shook his head with a wry smile. Catherine’s concerns were overridden by Cathy’s sexual desire for a new challenge. Whatever Brad wanted was good with her, the more perverted the better. She enjoyed pain, humiliation, domination, degradation and as much cock and cum as she could get. She could also spin 180 degrees and take the fem-dom roll.
It had been a long time, but years ago she had a boyfriend who liked her to take control and she had relished the role of dominatrix. Slut she might well be, but she was more than capable of giving as good as she got. Luckily for you, you would never get to find out just how sick and perverted Brad was. Not that you knew that then, as before they started bidding all the guests gathered round you for a closer examination, all that is accept Saudi Prince Adel al-Mohaimeed. As the others gathered around you, he was on his cell phone instructing his helicopter to readied to fly you both back to his huge private yacht moored in the wide bay below.
With Charlie seeming to relish the role of auctioneer you began to feel like this was a white sex slave auction. “Gentlemen, you have seen what this slut can do on the screen, and I can assure you she can do much much more. We have raised 100 Kay already, but as you know this sluts husband owes me $650,000 and as he can’t pay me I intend to take every Cent out of her body. It’s not the money, it’s the principle. He has ***** my account, so I’m doing the same to his slut wife.” When hearing it like this even Cathy was silenced and Catherine suddenly realised that she was in way too deep.
Hands now roamed over you at will, slapping your now bare ass and pulling your cheeks apart. Fingers slipped in and out of your pussy and your bruised nipples were pinched hard. Tears first welled up and then began to steam down your face as your head bowed in complete and utter shame. Your husbands’ folly and greed meant that instead of going out for drinks with friends in Westerham, you were being sold for sex and god knows what else with god knows who else. Brad now pulled your face up and spat in your mouth making you gag and then slapped you twice hard. You stood there sobbing silently, your face stinging as they all took a few paces back. “Right who will start the bidding so this charming piece of English meat can help her loving husband clear his dept?” As you looked out at the men you briefly saw Richards face and your eyes briefly met before he slipped out of the door. You now knew that you no longer had any allies in the room and that your fate was sealed.
It was Brad who started the bidding. "Fuck this shit $50,000 for the bitch" The others looked at him wondering what horrors he had got in store for you. He was known within certain circles for his gross cruelty and perversions. It was rumoured that some of the women he'd had had never been seen again. It was the fact that some of them had ended up in hospital with life changing injuries. He enjoyed hurting women more than having sex with them.
Just as the others were absorbing this high first bid the Prince spoke for what seemed like only Second time that night. "$550,000. I believe Charlie this concludes this woman's husbands obligations towards you, this being the case you can now release the slut into my custody. She is no longer your responsibility, after we leave here if anything happens to her it will not be on your conscience". You were not sure whether this was a good thing or a bad thing, what did he mean when he said if anything happened to you?
It was clear that this man was very much in charge of his own destiny, and nobody was going to argue with him. The others just nodded in agreement and it was clear that the auction was over and you would be leaving with him. Where you will be going and what would happen to you, you didn't know. In a daze you were led through The house and out of the large French windows and past the infinity pool and through the ornate and well lit gardens until you came to a helipad. As soon as you boarded the luxury helicopter the rotor was up to speed and it lifted off smoothly, turned through 90°, the front dipped slightly and you quickly set off towards the bay.
Despite the darkness all the large yachts moored out in the bay were extremely well lit. One in particular stood out, and it was this one that you are heading towards. It was more the size of a cruise ship than a private yacht, and to the rear of the upper deck you could see a well lit helipad with the characteristic H written on the platform. No sooner had you touched down on the doors opened and you assisted back out into the warm night sea air. It could've been no more than three minutes since you left Charlie's villa. As you orientated yourself, a dark haired woman stepped up to you and offered you a silk dressing gown. It was then that you realised that all you were wearing was the remains of the Chanel dress which had been destroyed during the first part of the auction.
You wrapped it around yourself gratefully and then looked at the woman who had given it to you. She was an attractive woman of about your age with a certain air of confidence about her. "Hi, let me introduce myself. I'm Katy and officially I am called the Chief Purser. That simply means I'm in charge of everything other than steering the boat". She spoke with a South East English accent which you thought might have been north Kent or Essex, she smiled and continued. "That’s left my husband David, the Captain. As you are one of his Royal Highness is guests, it is my responsibility to make sure you have whatever you need. And I mean, anything at all".
You went down a flight of wide stairs and were then guided through a number of exquisitely decorated rooms of such opulence that had you not known you were on about you would've sworn you were in some stately home somewhere.
Eventually you were shown into a large cabin by Katy who told you to take a shower and she would arrange clothes on the bed for you to wear afterwards. You didn't argue. You spent a leisurely 15 minutes in the shower while you try to process what was happening, and what might happen next.
When you emerge back into the cabin you found the clothes that had been put out for you were the clothes of the Persian slave girl. On a cabinet to the side with a glass of champagne was another one of the tablets which you were now becoming familiar with. Knowing what was likely to happen later you decided it would be better if your inhibitions were taken away now.
You propped the tablet into your mouth and knocked it back with the champagne, and then put on the clothes. You then turned to look yourself in the mirror as you straitened your hair and found a dark haired Persian girl looking back at you. You looked good, you knew you looked good. What's more the aphrodisiac was already kicking in.
While you were admiring yourself there was a gentle knock at the door, and Katy let herself in. When she saw you she smiled. "Oh you look beautiful in that, the boys are going to love you tonight, I think you know the boys, you met them a couple of weeks ago".
Katy then escorted you back through the astonishing state rooms until eventually you came into a room made to look like small theatre. The far end there was a small stage with set lighting pointing to a round bed in the centre set at a slight angle to allow it to be seen better from the raised seating in the rest of the room. It didn't take a genius to work out what this room is for. You had already worked out that you were going to be part of the entertainment in that theatre.
While you were looking a tanned man in an immaculate white uniform came up and offered you a glass of champagne and introduced himself as David, the yachts captain and husband of Katy. As you sip the champagne and feel the powerful narcotic flowing through your bloodstream you realised that you haven't seen the Prince since you got out of the helicopter. This changed, just as you are thinking he walked into the room and approached you holding out his hand. You took it and he slowly bent forward and kissed it.
"My dear, I have so looked forward to this moment, I trust you are not too uncomfortable? You can relax now, no harm will befall you as long as you entertain me. It is your husband who I really have to thank for you being here. Had it not been for him I would've never met you. You possibly don't remember me, but I was in the crowd who saw you perform with two black gentleman in Kent" You tried to remember, but there have been so many men that it was hard. You tried to picture their faces again but all you could really remember was all the men stroking their cocks as they stood around you. He then spoke again. "I hope you don't mind, but I enjoyed the show so much that I thought it would be nice to see it in the privacy of my own private boat. I have made a few changes, but I think you'll recognise your fellow artists".
Hearing a noise behind you, you turned to see the two black guys who had fucked you walk out onto the stage. This time they were dressed as Nubians slaves with just loin cloths tied around their waists. They were glistening in body oil and suddenly Cathy was back in the room.
The Prince walked away from you and back to a large couch, you turned back to the two silent black man who you knew where going to fuck you on the stage for the entertainment of the Prince until you were screaming. The now familiar feeling came back to you, you had a hunger for sex and their cum. As the lights in the rest of the room dimmed you walked forward and fell on your knees in front of them, pulling the loincloths away as you did. Two huge black phalluses sprang out in front of you, shiny with the body oil that are been rubbed into them. You grabbed one cock in each hand and started to stroke them firmly in front of your face, from time to time sucking the end of each one as you continue to stroke them. Your pussy was now screaming for cock, so turning slightly you lay across the bed with your bottom sticking up and looking out to where the now naked Prince was sitting. You saw that he had been joined on the couch by David the Captain and his wife Katy.
While the Captain, who still in his uniform, was just sitting there, you could clearly see that Katy was also naked and slowly wanking the Princes cock. As you looked at them you felt your elaborate costume trousers being pulled down and fingers being pushed into your soaking pussy. You gasped as they pushed into you but you continued to watch Katy working the Princes impressive cock as her husband watched both them and you. You could see that she was wearing nipple clamps like the ones Richard had used on you earlier the same day and you wondered if it was just a coincidence, only hers had a chain leading down towards her pussy and you wondered where it ended. Before you could think any more you shuddered involuntarily as you felt a huge rock hard cock being pushed deep into your soaking wet cunt, and the first drug fuelled orgasm rippled through you.
The sensations you were experiencing under the narcotic were far more intense than anything you ever had felt before. Even though this was not the first time you had sex after taking one of the tablets, It was still as intense as ever. Whoever had his cock in your pussy now started to push through hard, pounding you without mercy, the pleasure and pain were equal only heightening your incredible sense of sexual arousal. Another orgasm ripped through you making you gasp and shake uncontrollably, but still he didn't stop fucking you. You now opened your eyes again and looked across the cabin to where Katy was now sucking her bosses cock, but with the head turned so she could still see what was happening. He was holding her head as it gently bobbed up and down. There was a brief pause in your fuck as you were turned around on the couch as the guy who’d been fucking you laid on his back pulled you on top of him. You straddled him as his fat cock slowly pushed back into your gaping pussy. He grabbed you by the back of the neck and pulled forward so that your tits were crushed onto his chest. As you did so the other black guy put one foot on the couch while he kept one on the floor, you now felt his huge cock nozzle into your tight puckered arse and press home.
The tightness of having one huge cock buried in your pussy made it almost impossible for the other massive cock to fit in your arse, but still he pressed. "Oh fucking God yes, fuck my arse you bastard, FUCK ME" Cathy was in full voice is she begged to more cock. Suddenly your muscles relaxed as eight inches of his solid cock slid into you, the feeling of the two massive cocks inside you made you cum again straightaway. As you did he started to pull back and press it again harder this time, again you climaxed but this time the sensations didn't stop, you were on a high where you were just cumming, your body was wracked, spasming out of control as wave after wave of the most powerful orgasm you ever had swept through you.
You must've **********, for the next thing you could remember was opening your eyes to find that you are lying on your back with the Prince kneeling over your chest so that his cock was just inches from your mouth. Instinctively you lifted up your head and opened your mouth to envelop his hard cock. At the same time you could feel a smooth tongue working your tender pussy. Whoever it was knew exactly what they were doing, and exactly how hard and how fast to lick your clit. As you sucked his cock you looked to the side and saw the two black guys standing together watching the "show" and in the background you could see the Captain still in his uniform.
There is no sign of Katy and you suddenly realised that it must be her tongue you could feel buried in your pussy. This was a first for you, and it excited you more than the cock in your mouth, or the two black cocks that had just been ploughing you. It didn't take long for your expert mouth to make the royal cock cum and a jet of spunk shot into your throat making you gag slightly, you managed to make sure that you didn't spill a drop. He slowly pulled out of your mouth and as he did Katy moved from your pussy and kissed you hard on the mouth, her tongue swirling around yours mixing your pussy juice in her mouth with the spunk in yours. As this was happening you felt another tongue pushing into your pussy and a slightly stubbly chin rubbing against your lips and clit. Breaking away from the kiss you looked to see who's face was between your thighs only to see Richard's eyes looking back up at you. A wave of relief, lust, and raw emotion swept over you as another orgasm started to build. Then the two black guys moved to each side of you and you reach out and grab a cock in each hand, Katy now bent forward and started to suck and bite your erect nipples. Sex never been like this, you had never felt so one with your sexuality, so at one with your inner slut. Your whole adult life had been leading up to this point, this sensation, this peak of the sexual emotion. "Richard, please fuck my pussy, please, please. I need to feel your cock in me now, please, I need you to cum in me while these big black cocks spunk on my tits and Katy licks it all off". In that instance you knew exactly what you wanted. You also do exactly what was going to happen the next day, and how your life was going to change. Your husband was going to be in for a surprise.
The next morning dawned hazy, It was when looking out from the boat and it was when looking into your fuzzy hungover mind. It had started well though, you woke up in bed with Richard, who was attentively licking your swollen used pussy. You cradled his head between your hands as you came, and afterwards you kissed passionately. You showered and dressed and then made your way up on deck looking for the Prince and you found him sitting on the foredeck enjoying the breeze. The early haze meant that the visibility was not very good, but you knew the coastline well enough to realise you were passing Frejus and heading south east down the coast. The Prince patted the seat next to where I was sitting, bidding you to sit down which you did. After enjoying the orgy the night before and then experiencing the difference as Richard made love to you, the pieces of a plan that had been swirling independently of each other in your mind suddenly coalesced forming a clear picture of what you wanted to do next. It was like all the pieces of a jigsaw miraculously falling into place, suddenly the picture was obvious and you could not believe that you hadn't seen it before. It was this picture of the future that you wanted to discuss with the Prince.
"Your highness, I have a proposition to put to you, but first I need to understand my own position. Would I be correct in thinking that the debt my husband owed to Charles Howard has been cleared by you?" The Prince held you in his steady gaze and simply nodded. "Would I also be correct in assuming that my obligation to you was just for one night, for your entertainment?" Again he simply nodded. "Then what I propose your Highness is the following".
You sat together and discussed the details for about an hour as the boat steadily progressed down the coast to what you now understood would be the Port of Nice, where you and Richard would be collected by car, taken to the airport and flown home by private jet. If your plan could be put into practice this was the kind of life style that you intended to enjoy a great deal more of in the future. But first you needed to speak to your husband, because he -whether he liked it or not- was going to be part of your plans.
Shortly after docking you waved off by the Prince and his crew, as well as a number of other people who had the pleasure of you the night before, the trip to the airport and indeed the flight home was routine. A phone was made to your husband so that he would be there to meet you at Biggin Hill when you landed.
Passport control went smoothly, and you walked out of the customs building to see your husband standing by your car. He waved cheerily at you, but then his face dropped as he noticed that you are not alone. In one hand you had a new Gucci handbag, a present from the Prince, while your other hand was firmly holding Richards. You kissed your husband lightly on the cheek and explained that Richard was coming home with you. He didn't argue, but looked confused and upset. When I heard what you had planned he looked a lot more upset, but that was to come later. The plan you had in mind you had agreed internally, both Catherine and Cathy were in full agreement. The plan was going to combine the strengths of both of your personalities, The dispassionate business sense of Catherine, the wild sexuality of Cathy. It only for dawned on you the night before that rather than your two character traits pulling you apart, it was their differences that would make you strong. You had only been away from home for a little over 72 hours, but it felt like a lifetime, so much it changed. The first thing you did when you got home was to sit your husband down to explain the new 'normal'.
"Darling, you having always been a supportive husband, you've worked hard and diligently, that is until this complete fuck up with Charles Howard. The good news is that you no longer owe the half million pounds to Charlie, The bad news is that it was through me that your debt has been paid, therefore you owe me £500,000. I have in my handbag piece of paper, in fact I have a legal document stating as much, signed by the person who cleared the debt. His name is Prince Adel al-Mohaimeed and I have gone into business with him. Richard no longer works for Charlie, but is now my personal assistant. This means his duties will be to look after my every need and to fuck me at least twice a day. You my darling, and I assume you're still wearing the cage that I locked you in, will be kept on for appearances sake's. We will still go out to dinner with our friends, and do things around here we've always done, you will play my dutiful husband. But they won't now is that every second week I will be the Queen of the greatest sex parties in the Mediterranean. The venue will be the Prince's magnificent boat, and the guests will be the personal guest of his Majesty and his close friends. By cruising about just over 12 miles from the coast we will circumvent French law, this means all laws of decency no longer apply, French drug laws no longer apply. We will have the greatest orgies the world has ever seen, and whatever we do and however we do it, it will be totally legal. Darling, In the last few weeks I have had more orgasms than in the 20 years that we've been married, and if you think I could go back to our once-a-week missionary position, you have another think coming. Don't worry darling, you will still be involved in my sex life. You will get to prepare me before Richard fucks me, if you're lucky you'll get to watch while he fucks me, and when Richard has fucked me you can clean me. If you don't agree to any of these things I will divorce you and then take you to court for the £500,000 that you owe me. Do you understand?
Epilog.
The next two weeks was a maelstrom of organization, emails, Skype calls to the Prince’s Palace and the Italian registered boat, which to your amusement was called ‘Subtiliusque Intuenti’. Even with basic ‘school girl’ Latin you quickly worked out the meaning. Visits to BNP Paribas in London were arranged for you to take ID in and accounts were opened for you in Monaco. You quickly learned the various advantages of Non Dom status and also just how much money changed hands between the mega rich. It seemed that there were large numbers of uber wealthy men who rather than becoming entangled with young and pretty airheads much preferred the company of women of experience, who could talk as well as they could fuck. Women who could be trusted to be discrete, not run to the press with juicy titbits in return for a few thousand dollars. These were men and in some cases women not only of extreme wealth but of extreme apatite’s. The Prince told you that in many cases they were very well known, even famous. Politicians, media tycoons, business leaders and even royalty.
In return for the total discretion, as well as the opportunity to mix with their peers they were prepared to pay, and pay handsomely. The figures were eye popping. One weekend’s party on the Subtiliusque Intuenti could rake in millions. You also were made to understand that the parties were without bounds. Except for children you could expect to see the most depraved and deviant sexual acts performed, and more to the point you would be expected to join in if requested. Catherine spent the two weeks taking care of business while Cathy could barely contain her excitement.
Your husband had in the meantime returned to his job in the city. Charlie had smoothed thing over with the Board and his work life went back to normal. His home life however did not. Richard moved into the marital bed and your husband was moved into a spare bedroom. However he was moved into the one with an adjoining door, as this might prove useful from time to time. His cock was now permanently locked in chastity and one key was kept by you and the other well hidden. For the first week of this arrangement you had taken great pleasure in leaving the adjoining door open at night while Richard energetically fucked you to repeated orgasms. When he had finished you would walk through to where your husband was lying in bed and squat over his face as you squeezed out Richard thick cum. If he dared to complain you would lower your pussy onto his mouth and tell him to push his tongue in as you reminded him of the half a million he owed you. Once you were satisfied that he had cleaned you properly you would kiss him on the forehead before rejoining Richard in bed.
With all the final arrangements in place the date of the first official party drew close. A car was sent to collect you and Richard and take you to catch a private jet to Nice where you would meet the boat and greet you guests. The Prince had mentioned a few names, non you knew, and of course nothing was ever written down. The rules were simple. The guests were never there, and what happened on the boat stays on the boat. It was only the third time you had been on a private plane, but you already felt like an old hand. The thought of driving to Gatwick and queuing with in your stocking feet as you luggage was scanned sent shivers through you. As you sat back in your sumptuous cabin seat two other passengers boarded. You quickly recognised them as Katy and David the boats Captain. They had been on two weeks leave to their home in Essex while the boat had undergone a small refit and the Prince had flown back home to take care of some domestic affairs. Now they were also heading south to rejoin the Prince onboard.
The last time you had really seen them was while Katy was expertly licking your swollen and freshly fucked pussy two weeks earlier while her husband sat watching but joining in the fun. Cathy had to know why. “David, why did you not fuck me that night, everyone else had.” David and Katy swapped looks before David spoke.
“I haven’t been allowed to fuck Katy for two years, in fact since we joined the boat. It’s the Prince’s idea and a condition of the job. Katy can only have sex with who he chooses, and when he chooses. You see when a vessel is at sea the Captain is in total command, not the owner, and certainly not the paying guests. It’s the Prince’s way of retaining some degree of authority. I might have total responsibility for the boat and all on her, but he decides who gets to fuck my wife.” He smiled “he calls me his Captain Cuckold.”
You, or more to the point Cathy opened her legs so that they could both clearly see your smooth pussy. “So you can’t fuck me then?” you said challengingly. “Well as I am not on the boat but shortly to be up in the air the Prince’s rules don’t apply, so yes I, or should I say we can fuck you” he said looking at his wife. As the plane climbed up over the Kent country side Richards cock slid smoothly into your arse and you sucked Davids cock as Katy licked you dripping wet pussy. This was the only way to travel.
TBC
Dedicated to "Kent Mum" of this parish and the perfect Posh Slut English Hotwife!
..........Taking it in turns they continued to fuck you what seemed like an eternity, several times you ********** only to come to again with a cock being rammed in and out of your spuming pussy. Each time you would look up and see the crowd of men laughing, cheering and shouting obscenities at you. "Look at the cum slut take that cock, she fucking loves it". And he was right, the ***** in you had taken over and was loving every second of it, as if this was what you were born to do. You were born to be fucked as an exhibition, a cum slut actress performing to her adoring fans.............
Chapter 1. In The Beginning.
It's a dark late summer evening and you are driving up the A21 after an evening out with girlfriends and you are looking forward to getting home to your faithful loving husband. Inexplicably you suddenly feel the car shudder slightly and begin to swerve a little and realise you have had a puncture. Fortunately you're coming up on a layby and you are able to pull into it. You take out your phone to call your husband, and the AA in that order, only to find you have no phone signal. It’s very dark and there is very little traffic on the road, and you're not sure what to do next.
Just as you are starting to think you might have to get out and walk to find help or flag down a passing motorist a car pulled into the layby behind you, and you are relieved to see that it has put on it's flashing blue lights. In the light from your back lights and their headlights you see two uniformed police officers get out of the car and walk towards your passenger side door, relief sweeps over you. You have no idea at this point what the night holds for you, and how ashamed, humiliated and sexually abused you will be before you see your husband again. You could never imagine how many times they are going to make you cum as they take it in turns to destroy your posh married pussy. At the moment you are just relieved to see their uniforms.
They beckon to you to lower your window, so you do, and then they ask you why you have stopped. You explain about the flat and the one talking to you points his torch at the front wheel. The two young policemen look at you and then have a quiet chat to each other before laughing together. Then they turn their attention back to you
"It might be a bit tricky to try to change the wheel here" says the first as his colleague nods in agreement. "Perhaps it might be better if we gave you a lift home and you made arrangements to have the car collected in the morning" You agree and get out of the car and lock it before following the two officers to their patrol car. As you do you notice that they are both young and attractive. The door to the rear of the car is held open for you and you step in. As you do so your short summer dress rides up to reveal you long slim tanned legs. Just for a moment you sense that they are both staring, but the moment passes quickly, but for some reason you feel your nipples harden under your flimsy top and you wish you were wearing a bra.
You settle back and relax as the police car pulls away, you and offices make polite conversation in the way that only police officers can. Although you are only 20 minutes from home you think it's prudent to call your husband to tell him that you have been delayed but all is okay. Checking your phone and realise that there is still no signal, You mention this to the two offices in front of you and they offer to make the call on your behalf from the police system which is not affected by the appalling signal quality in Kent.
You tell me the number and within a minute the officer in the passenger seat is talking to your husband. What happens next shocks you. Instead of him telling your husband what is happened and that you will be home in 20 minutes, he tells him that you've been pulled over on suspicion of drink-driving and that you will be taken to the police station for a blood test. So convincing is he that he tells your husband that you're reading was very borderline on the Intoximeter and that he anticipates that you will pass the blood test, but as a result you won’t to be back for a while.
As he hangs up you start to protest, and say do you've only had a couple of glasses of wine all night, and that you haven't even had a breath test, so why are you being taken to the police station. The two offices remain calm and relaxed and tell you not to worry it is just a formality and it won't take long.
They turn off the A21 and start heading down a number of back roads near Pembury. After about 10 minutes they turn into the drive of what looks like an old deserted village police station. As they do a security light flicks on as they pull up outside and the officer driving the car gets out with a bunch of keys and opens the station door switching lights on as he does. While the other officer remains in the car with you. You tried the door handle, it doesn't work.
The second officer now gets out of the car and opens the door for you and as he does so clips handcuffs onto one of your wrists pulling your hand around behind your back while clipping your other wrist in to the cuffs. He then forcefully escorts you to the open door of the police station. Once inside you notice that far from abandoned the police station is in perfect serviceable order. You do notice that there is a notice which says that it’s only open between 10 AM and 4 PM. You are then escorted again quite forcefully by the officer down a short corridor to where the other officer is waiting holding the door open. You suddenly realise you're being put into a cell. "Now then madam, unfortunately it is our duty to search you to make sure that you do not have anything on you which you may use to harm yourself"
All you are wearing is a short cotton skirt and a silk blouse, under which you have no bra, for that matter the panties that you had put on for the night were more for effect than practicality, consisted of nothing much more than ribbons and a small triangle of silk with a print of a kitten on the front.
The police officers stepped forward instructed you to stand with your legs slightly apart and then one of them proceeded to run his hands all over your body. He started around the shoulder area and around your back and then on your sides before slowly running his hands down and around your firm breasts. You complained, but somehow not as loudly as you thought you should as his hands started to move lower. First around with your pert bottom and then down the side of your thighs before moving to your inner thighs and sliding back up again. One of his hands gripped your bottom while he rubbed the flat palm of his other hand up and down the front of your panties. Despite the horrible shame and embarrassment of the situation you felt your nipples growing hard, and your pussy starting to get wet. "Madam" he said in a firm voice "I believe that you may be concealing something within your person, therefore I'm afraid we're going to have to carry out an intimate body search". At which point you demanded to see a WPC.
"I'm terribly sorry madam" he said is a degree of sarcasm in his voice, but due to the cuts there are very few police officers on duty and these are all areas at night. "Unfortunately the only two offices on duty tonight are myself and my colleague, Don't worry though love, we will try to be very gentle with you". And then he winked at you. His colleague stepped behind you and unclipped handcuffs and then gestured to you to remove your clothes. You did so, and now found yourself standing naked in front of them, at which point the officer behind you put your wrists back into the cuffs and locked them.
The air in the cell was warm and stuffy, all you could hear was your ragged breathing and their shoes grating on the hard floor as they moved. The officer who had last spoken beckoned to his colleague and they both left the cell, locking the door behind them. You now found yourself alone with your wrists firmly locked behind your back, naked!
After what seemed like an age, but probably was only 10 minutes, you heard the key turn in the lock and the two officers stepped back into the cell. With horror you noticed that they were both wearing latex gloves. They stepped forward in unison.
You had backed into the far corner of the cell. With your hands firmly handcuffed behind your back that is all you can do to try and protect yourself. "I will put in a formal complaint if you touch me" you say in desperation. The two policeman smile at each other and then the first turns to you and says "By the time we have finished with you, you won't be complaining, you will be begging for more" With that he starts to unbuckle his trousers, his colleague does the same. You now realise that the gloves are not for the body search but to prevent fingerprints.
You feel completely humiliated, frightened what might happen next, then to your shame you start to feel sexually aroused, you sense your nipples growing hard and your pussy starts to tingle. You know what is going to happen, part of you feels horrified, while another part of you feels a terrific surge of excitement. You have never been fucked by two guys at the same time before, let alone complete strangers who happen to be police officers. What you are frightened of most is that the secret slut you keep so well hidden inside you might take over.
The two policeman slip off all their clothes apart from their tight regulation shorts. As you see the huge bulges in their shorts your worst fears come true as you realise just how turned on you are becoming, as the secret other you takes over. The one that craves cock, the one who would like nothing more than to be fucked by these two guys all night in every possible position. Catherine the good wife and mother feels horror and shame and tries to turn eyes away, but the slutty Cathy feels her gaze drawn to the bulges in their shorts and licks her lips in horny anticipation.
They both peel off their tight white shorts to reveal two huge throbbing erections. They are both shaven clean which makes their cocks look even larger and somehow more impressive, you are transfixed, mesmerised. You suddenly realise your pussy which is now very wet and is starting to ache in anticipation. If your hands were not fixed behind your back you know you would already be rubbing your erect clit. "Now, would you like us to search you or fuck you? "You feel the colour rush to your cheeks as you blush, you know what you want to answer and it fills you with shame and embarrassment.
In the end all you could do is bow your head and look at the floor. Without looking up you sense the two moving towards you and you close your eyes and sink to your knees. With your eyes closed and tears starting to roll down your cheeks you know that what happens next is going to happen with or without your consent. Someone looking on would assume that the reason for your tears was that the fact that you were frightened, but that would be because they did not know you. The reason that the tears were flowing was because the inner battle which had for five minutes raged within you was over. The fight between the wife and mother, and the slut. The faithful loving wife who was always at her husband’s side, the kind and caring mother who always put herself second had lost, and the cock hungry cum slut who had for so long been buried had risen from her shallow grave. It was the tears of the wife and mother which rolled down your cheeks, and now the slut would live again. Your head came up as your eyes opened with the limpid look of the highly aroused. At the same time your mouth opened to greedily accept the first cock other than your husbands in years. You knew whatever they were going to do to you wouldn't be enough. Once it started you would become insatiable, unable to stop until you ********** exhausted. As the first huge hard cock slid between your lips you pulled back for just long enough to answer their question. "Fuck me..... Fuck me now you fucking bastards. fuck me until I can't stand up, use me like the filthy cum slut I really am".
As you start to suck on the cock in front of you the other officer goes behind your back and removes the handcuffs which have restricted you. Immediately one hand wraps the cock you’re greedily sucking on while you're other goes straight to your smooth wet pussy and starts rubbing at your swollen clit. As you do so the other officer kneels behind you and starts to rub it his engorged cock up and down your pussy lips before easing it into your hungry slit as they start to spit roast you. You let out a deep animal groan at the sensations you are feeling, and your first orgasm is already starting to build.
Suddenly the officer pulled his cock from your mouth and pulls your face up to his and kisses you hard. As he does so you feel a tablet slide into your mouth and you involuntarily swallow it. You have no idea what you have just been given, but at that moment you don't care as the second officer is slamming his cock in and out of you from behind and your first orgasm rips through you. You have never felt so degraded, so filthy, and so good at the same time. A voice you haven't heard in years keeps coming from your mouth "come on fuck me you bastard, fuck me harder" And he is more than happy to oblige, pounding in and out of you, relentless, deep. There was a brief pause as they manhandle you like a rag doll onto the low bed at the side of the cell and they swap places, the cock just pulled out of your pussy is now rammed and your mouth while the other officer buries his face in your pussy.
Another orgasm tears into you and you start to feel unreal, you feel completely connected with the sex what is happening to you, nothing else in the world matters other than sensations and feelings swamping your senses. Another crushing orgasm makes you gasp for breath as he pulls both your pussy lips inside his mouth sucks hard and drags his teeth over your hard clit. Whatever the drug was that they had given you has now started to come into full effect. The room swims before your eyes in a kaleidoscope of colour, your complete focus was on your pussy and their cocks and the sensations that they were making you feel. At that moment you suddenly find yourself all fours as a cock is rammed without ceremony into the tight button of your perfect arse. Your screams stifled as a cock was pushed back into your mouth as whoever was behind you got in to a smooth stroke as your anus relaxed to accommodate him.
The kaleidoscope of colours intensified as did the fucking, suddenly you thought that the two offices were wearing animal masks, the sort that you would see at a Venician ball, at the same time you became aware of other people in the cell and the flash of light that you would normally get from a camera. Just for the moment the image of your husband sitting at home waiting for you to return flashed before your eyes, guilt swept over you as you rolled onto your back and somebody's hard cock was driven balls deep into your soaking wet married pussy. You shook your head and tried to focus as you looked up and could now see as well as one man in the goats mask fucking you, three other men in animal masks standing around you wanking their cocks. "Cum over me, please, please shoot your load all over me, God I need this so bad" you grab your tits hard and squeeze as you felt the first hot thick rain of cum land on your chest and face, at the same time more lights flashed. Another gut wrenching orgasm convulses you and at the same time you feel the man in the goats mask unload his hot cum deep inside your pussy.
The next couple of hours was a blur, you have no idea how many men were in the cell with you, or for that matter who they were. Eventually you came around naked, alone on the bed covered in dried cum and with the cell door locked. Disorientated you try to focus on where you are and as you do you can hear a man's voice speaking into a telephone. "Yes Mr Bradley, I'm very sorry Sir but we are going to have to keep your wife overnight. Drugs, yes" there was a long pause as he was obviously listening to your husband speak. "No we're not sure Sir, she had clearly been at some sort of sex party, we will be charging her in the morning with possession of a class A drug, lewd behaviour and committing an act of gross indecency. She will be before magistrates in Tunbridge Wells at 10 AM" after another short pause he continued. "Yes sir, no question, we have comprehensive photographic evidence, it seems she was involved in some sort of satanic sex cult, we will try to keep the local press out of this, but we can't guarantee anything."
Chapter 2. Morning Cums.
You slept only fitfully, waking often, each time shocked to find yourself locked in a police cell. At around seven in the morning the key turned in the lock again and one of the young officers brought in your clothes. "You will need to put these on, you are due in court this morning" You babbled about needing a change of clothes before you could appear in court, and a shower and your make up, but the officer just left closing the door and locking it behind him. You picked up your clothes and realised that all that was there was your short skirt and flimsy blouse. No underwear!
Half an hour later you were sat in the back of a police car being driven who knows where. Your pussy was sore and leaking cum onto the seat and into the back of your creased skirt. You had not heard from your husband at all which worried you greatly. You are tried several times to complain, each time you've been told to shut up and repeatedly called a filthy slut. Without even looking in the mirror you knew you would look like a cheap ***** with your smudged make up and your hair stuck together with cum from the night before. Whatever the drug they have given you the night before was still affecting you and you felt woozy and as if your world was changed. You arrived at court and were escorted through into the holding cells where the charge sheets were prepared, still no word from your husband.
At precisely 9:55 you were escorted into number one Court Tunbridge Wells Civic Centre and taken to the dock. A completely unreal feeling overwhelmed you as you looked out across the court. Around 20 curious onlookers stared at you, you could see two women nudging each other nothing in your direction as they spoke in hushed voices. Then you froze as you noticed one of the regular reporters from the KM was sat in the press gallery. "All rise" The three magistrates walked in and took their seats. To your horror you recognised one of the magistrates as a good friend of your husband, in fact you had both dined with him and his wife only three weeks before. Before the proceedings went any further he addressed the court.
"The defendant in the dock is known to me and therefore it would be inappropriate for me to take any further part in this case, I therefore withdraw". He looked at you and shook his head slightly as he left the court, you felt your knees start to tremble tears roll down your cheeks. If the ground could've opened up and swallowed you you would've been happier. Little did you know what was to come. A new magistrate entered the court and took the place of your husband's friend. Now as you looked out across the disapproving sea of faces you saw your husband sitting in the shadows right at the back of the court. His face was impassive and he avoided your gaze.
The clerk of the court asked you to take the oath and confirm your name, both of which you did. He then turned to address the magistrates and read out the charges. They had absolutely nothing to do with what had really happened to you last night. What he read out was a fiction, horrific fiction that portrayed you as nothing but a sex mad cum slut.
What was alleged was that your car was stopped as you were driving erratically, the officers suspected that you were under the influence of either drink or drugs or both. You are duly tested and found to be over the limit for a drink and clearly impaired by a strong hallucinogenic drug. When told you are being arrested you repeatedly offered to carry out a lewd sex act on the two offices in return for them letting you go. You had then proceeded to take out your telephone which had a multitude of pictures which you claimed to have been taken that evening at a debouched sex party you had attended. At this point you had lifted up your skirt and proceeded to rub your pussy while sticking your tongue out at the policeman. The Clarke coughed slightly before reading from what he believed was a policeman's notes. "At this point she said to the two officers, do you want to fuck this? Do you want to stick your big meaty truncheons in my married wet cunt? Do you? It's already been fucked by four big cocks tonight, and I feel fucking great, I now would love to feel you both coming deep in me"
Your cheeks were burning as he continued, out of the corner of your eye you could see the reporter scribbling furiously on his notepad and occasionally glancing up to look at you. What a story this was going to make he was thinking. The Clark continued in a similar vein for what seemed like an age before he stopped reading and asked if the magistrates would like to see the pictorial evidence from your phone as an overhead projector flickered into life.
As the first picture appeared on the screen on the rear wall all eyes in the court turned to look at it, and you gasped out loud. It was a view on your hands and knees with a man in a goats mask clearly fucking your tight arse. Another man was standing in front of you with his cock deep in your mouth, he was wearing the mask of a bull while to other men were masturbating over your back. The next photograph was even worse with you lying on your back smiling broadly with your legs spread wide open and sperm running from your shaven pussy. To one side was the man wearing the goats head holding his massive erection in his hand as a stream of sperm cascaded into your naked breasts. At this point the court had to be called order because of all chattering and gasps. It was then you saw your husband stand up, turn, and walk from the court without giving you a second glance. Perhaps 20 more pictures were shown, each one worse and more degrading than the last.
The rest of the remand hearing went past in a blur before you were escorted sobbing from the dock to the holding cells below. As you reached the bottom of a long stair case you found yourself in a narrow passage which you assumed was leading to the cells and you and your ****** officer dropped into single file with you in front. As you walked you felt him lift you short dress and stroke your still tender pussy from behind. It was like an electric shock and you suddenly felt a fresh sense of arousal, and despite yourself you knew you needed to be fucked again...and soon. The cell door opened and you were pushed inside. There in the cell standing in front of you were three men. The reporter from the KM, the magistrate who had stood down and your husband.
You stood in front of them fully aware of what a mess you must've looked. Your husband spoke first. "Sit down Catherine, we need to sort all of this out" You sit on the cell bed while the three men ran their eyes over down you. There were bruises on your legs and arms where you had been held down, trails of dried sperm can clearly be seen on your inner thighs and across your chest above the line of your blouse. Your nipples were still erect despite your predicament and pushed sharp peaks through the silk.
It was your husband's friend who now spoke in measured terms. "We have come to an arrangement which means none of what happened last night, or what might have been said to have happened last night needs to come out. All the charges will be dropped, the pictures that you saw will disappear and everyone who is present in the court today will be told never to speak of anything that they heard or might have seen to anyone, ever. Their failure to do this would lead to their arrest and conviction for contempt of court".
You stared up at them blankly trying to understand what they had just said. Gathering your wits about you, you said, this was impossible, no one could just do that. The three men looked at each other and then back at you and simply said that they could, and that they had done. Your husband then passed you a coat and said that this was never to be mentioned again. With that he led you from the building and drove you home in silence.
Chapter 3. A Big Black Night.
Over two weeks had passed since the incident and you are now starting to wonder if in fact you have dreamed the whole incident. One evening you had tried to raise the subject with your husband only to be told not to mention it, not to worry, and that you were not going to be prosecuted. It had all been taken care of. He had even started to make love to you on Saturday night as if nothing had ever happened. It was his usual pro-functionary performance lasting about four minutes before he grunted and rolled off you. You didn't achieve orgasm even by imagining that your husband had a goats head! Then one Saturday morning your husband said that you had been invited to attend one of his monthly charity events. You were aware that he was a member of several clubs and societies which raised money for good causes and simply assumed this was one of them. He had been going on the first Saturday of the month for several years now. However, that afternoon he took you shopping and bought you a fantastic Karen Millen outfit and a pair of really high Jimmy Choos. From there you were taken to a hair and beauty salon in Tenterden where you are pampered and made to feel like a queen.
As you got ready to leave that evening your husband complimented you, telling you how beautiful you looked. Then he said something quite strange. “You will be quite the centre of attention tonight my darling, but as where we are going is somewhat secretive I must ask you to put on a blindfold first" with this he passed you a black silk blindfold and asked you to put it on. You did as he asked without questioning him. As you did so your husband slipped a small tablet between your lips and held a glass of champagne to your mouth while you swallowed it.
You estimated that you were in the car for no more than 20 minutes before you heard the tyres crunching on gravel. You were clearly on the drive a country house hotel, or a large private house, but because you were blindfolded you had no way of knowing. Whatever the tablet was, it was starting to take effect as all your senses were becoming heightened, and you felt the same tight sense of sexual arousal you had felt several weeks before with the policemen, and this only added to the confusion which you were already feeling. Once inside the building you are led by your husband who you heard greeting several other men as you went through several doors which were opened and closed behind you. Eventually you assisted to sit in the chair and the blindfold was removed.
It took several seconds for your eyes to adjust to the light and then you found yourself in a large room sitting on a raised platform like a stage. Around three sides of this stage was sat around 50 or so men. They were all looking at you and talking amongst themselves. They were all well dressed and looked prosperous. You looked up for your husband only to find that he was no longer there, you looked into the gathered men for him but he did not seem to be there, but you do see the reporter and the magistrate. The air in the room was warm and scented with cigar smoke, the tablet was now making you feel extremely aroused and uninhibited, but still you were not sure why you were there. Hearing a noise behind you, you turned around to see two young black men come in through the door. They are both tall and muscular wearing loose vest shirts and baggy sweatpants. Their hair is close cropped and they're both wearing sunglasses despite the dim light in the room. Their skin is almost piano black in appearance and appears oiled, and they have the surly confident appearance of a couple of rap stars, or top athletes. Another man comes through the door pushing some form of apparatus, to your horror you see that it’is a frame with stirrups and leather straps. It looks like something out of a torture chamber. The two black men walk around you appraising you and nodding, they do not remove their glasses. "I tell you what you fucking posh slut bitch, you is going to be fucking some black cock tonight!" With that he pulls you out of the chair and rips open your top ******** your breasts, as he does so the other one breaks the clasp on the back of your skirt and allows it to fall to the ground.
You were now naked apart from your panties and stockings and towering heels. "Oh yes, we is going to have some white married pussy, ain't we?" He said to his friend. The group of men around the stage have now fallen silent, every eye is on you as you stand virtually naked in front of them all. The sexual tension is unbelievable, as is your intense sense of arousal and you feel a dull ache returning to your pussy which you had not felt since the night in the police cell. As these thoughts swirled through your mind the two black men stripped off their vests before pulling down their jogging bottoms. You gasped! Both of them had thick penises of at least 10 inches long, and as you looked at them they started to swell and rise in front of you. Completely unable to help yourself you sank to your knees and gripped a cock in each hand and started to stroke them as they grew harder. Your fingers could hardly meet as you wrapped them round the throbbing cocks. A murmur of approval went up from the audience and you now realised what your husband has meant when he said you were going to be the centre of attention. They were all there to watch you get fucked by two huge black cocks. An overwhelming sense of disgust and shame swept through you quickly followed by an overwhelming sense of lust and sexual craving. If they wanted a show, then you were going to put on the best show they had ever seen. With that you stood up, turned around and bent forward from the waist so were leaning on the chair. Your perfect bottom and shaved soaking wet pussy were now visible to everyone. You turned your head back towards them and smiled "Is somebody going to fuck my slutty married pussy or are you just going stand there all night looking at it?" Looking ahead again you see you husband standing in the doorway. You lock eye contact with him and smile and close your eyes as you feel the first huge black cock start to stretch your willing pussy open.
As his cock stretches your wet pussy open you realise that the drug you have been given has heightened and intensified all your feelings. By the time he's pulled back and pushed deep into you for the second time your first orgasm rips through you like nothing you've ever felt before, and your knees begin to buckle. You force yourself to remain in that position as he begins to fuck you harder than you've ever been fucked before, the second orgasm rips through you and this time you cannot hold yourself up and you collapsed to your knees, but he just continues to fuck you even harder than before.
You can hear a woman's voice screaming obscenities, words that you would never use "fuck my filthy cunt you fucking black nigger, fuck me you black bastard, fuck my cheating white married pussy!" The other black guy has now moved in front of you and suddenly as he sticks his cock into your open mouth the woman's voice falls silent and you realise it was you who had been screaming. Your eyes have been screwed tight since the first huge black cock had pushed into your pussy, but now you open them only to see your husband looking at you with a wide smile on his face. You would've smiled back had you not had 10 inches of cock forcing its way down your throat. You had three more incredible orgasms in quick succession before this first fuck came to a temporary standstill while you were lifted from the chair and placed into the device which had been rolled out onto the stage.
You are still trembling from head to foot as you were strapped into it. Your hands were left free but your legs had been strapped into the stirrups meaning your soaking wide open pussy was facing to the crowd. You’re moaning gently and rubbing your open pussy with both hands, as you looked out upon the men watching you. A well-spoken man's voice rang out, "Come on guys, fuck her some more, fuck the slut, she is begging for it". Cheers of approval and agreement rang out from the other men as one of the black guys approached you. His cock is fully erect and massive, you had never seen anything like this in your life and he was about to ram it into your waiting willing pussy. As soon as he started to feed it and you could feel that you are going to come again almost immediately, only this time it felt different and not anything you have felt before. Inch by massive inch he fed it into you and then started to thrust backwards and forwards, backwards and forwards, deeper and deeper. This was the first time in your life that your pussy squirted. It came from deep within you, a sudden spray squirted out over his thrusting black cock and up onto your belly, soaking you both. The woman's voice started screaming obscenities again only to be silenced again by a huge black cock being rammed into your mouth.
Taking it in turns they continued to fuck you what seemed like an eternity, several times you ********** only to come to again with a cock being rammed in and out of your spuming pussy. Each time you would look up and see the crowd of men laughing and cheering and shouting obscenities at you. "Look at the slut take that cock, she fucking loves it". And he was right, the ***** you had taken over and was loving every second of it, as if this was what you were born to do. You were born to be fucked as an exhibition, a cum slut actress performing to her adoring fans.
Eventually the first black guy came deep inside your pussy, filling you with his spunk until it was spilling out, only to be replaced immediately by the other guy who added his seed to the first before pulling you out and leaving you totally spent on the stage with their cum streaming out of your gaping pussy. The two guys just walked away from you without a second glance, to them you were just fuck toy which they have now finished with. You were still trembling on a sexual high the like of which you never experienced. Then one by one the men who have been watching the show came up onto the stage and stood around you and began to masturbate as they looked at you still strapped to the device. Everywhere you looked there was someone looking at you and stroking his cock. You are not sure how many men there were, or if they all came on you, but most of them did. One after another they shot their loads onto your naked body and face until you were completely covered in their cum, by now your hands were back in your pussy pushing all this new wave of spunk in to mingle with the spunk of the two studs who had just fucked you so well. Slowly the room emptied until only your husband remained with you. He gently unbuckled the straps and helped you unsteadily to your feet and passed you a toweling robe and helped you to wrap it round your cum soaked shoulders. “Come along darling, let’s get you home”. And with that he slipped on the blindfold back on and carefully led you away.
After you have been travelling for about 10 minutes your husband tells you that you can take the blindfold off. When you do to your surprise you see you were driving near Sevenoaks and that the first streaks of dawn were showing in the sky, glancing at the clock in the car you're shocked to see that it's nearly 4:30. "I had no idea we have been there so long" you said turning to look at your husband. He looked ahead as he was driving and said "You were the star of the show tonight darling, they had over five hours with you. At one point you ********** for nearly 45 minutes, which gave everybody time to get a quick drink and have something to eat before the second half of the show started. And then there was the time it took as 50 guys who all wanted to add their cum to the cum you had already received". This was said in a nonchalant manner as if he was discussing a pleasant meal in some restaurant. Without conscious thought your hand went down to your pussy started rubbing your swollen and sore lips. With that you fell asleep.
Chapter 4. Slut Shaming.
You did not wake again until 6 PM that evening. You woke with a start to find yourself in your own bed alone. For a moment disorientation meant you had no recollection of what happened the night before, and then it hit you like a hammer blow. At first you went into shock and found yourself trembling in bed as snatches and snippets and images of the night before started to come back. The sense of shame and self-disgust was overwhelming as the memories now flooded back. After returning home you had clearly had a shower and your hair had been washed and combed through. The stains on your character however would be permanent. Swinging your legs out of the bed and onto the floor you unsteadily got your feet. Your whole body ached, and your pussy was throbbing and tingling. Pulling on the dressing gown made your way downstairs and into the sitting room. Sitting there was your husband with another man who had his back to you. As you entered they both turned to you and you realised with numbing shock the other man was the magistrate. A sudden flashback and you're momentarily back on stage with the magistrate masturbating over your breasts, and now he is in your sitting room drinking tea with your husband. Your cheeks begin to burn with shame and embarrassment. You open your mouth to say something but no words will come out. Your husband speaks "Ah there you are darling, Charlie just popped over to say how much he and Sarah enjoyed dinner with us the other week, and wondered if we were free next weekend".
Eventually you manage to find your voice, and stammered a reply saying that you would love to go out for dinner with them. That week passed in the daze with you not discussing what had happened on the Saturday night with your husband at all. While this might have seemed strange, it was almost so unreal and dream like that perhaps the words were best left unsaid. In your dreams you had vivid flashbacks and would wake feeling confused but also incredibly aroused. More than once you had to get up carefully not waking your husband and take your vibrator to the bathroom just to get some relief. By Friday even your pussy started to return to normal. The first two days of the week it looked like it had a difficult child birth, so stretched and open. On Friday you drove down into the town to do a bit of shopping, and as we walked back down the Pantiles to the carpark you called in to the deli to buy something to eat. You sensed someone staring at you stood in the queue and half turned only to see two smartly dressed middle aged men standing in the queue behind you. They seemed to be looking at you quite intently and speaking to each other and in hushed voices. At first you dismissed this and then the possibility that these men had seen you before somewhere hit you like a sledgehammer. You turned and looked at them again and to your horror you recognised that they were two of the men from last Saturday night. They have been there when you gave yourself body and soul to the two black studs who took it in turns fucking you for hours, before these two men and 40 odd others masturbated over you, covering you in there cum. Your knees went week and you felt your face flush with a huge sense of shame and embarrassment. You knew they had recognised you by the way that they were staring. Forgetting your lunch you turned and fled from the store walking as quickly as you could back to the carpark and safety of your little red Fiesta. The horror that you had been recognised in the street made you realise that perhaps other men in the area might recognise you.
That evening you felt that you had to confront your husband about what had happened. The absolute shame and humiliation that you could be publicly branded a slut and shaken you to the core. After dinner when you are alone you told him about the incident on the Pantiles, and he just smiled back at you. You told him how it made you feel, worthless, stupid, like a cheap *****. By the time you are finished you felt drained, exhausted. Your husband paused to refill both your glasses before he replied. "But did you enjoy it darling? Did you enjoy being the centre of attention?" "That's got nothing to do with it" you shouted back "they made me feel like a slut, a complete tramp" "Yes darling, but did you enjoy last Saturday night? Did you enjoy those two guys fucking you until you **********? Did you enjoy the fun, the room full of men so turned on by watching you that they all needed to shoot their loads of your writhing body?" You found yourself nodding in agreement is the memories came flooding back again, and the more thought about it, the more aroused you felt yourself becoming.
"Those men worshipped you on Saturday, you turned a room full of professional responsible men into a group of slobbering sex slaves who would do anything for you. So what if they recognise you, who are they going to tell? Their wives? Anybody that they knew? If they did they would have to explain how they knew, or why they were there for that matter. No darling, your secret is safe"
The following night you found yourself sitting across the table from Sarah and next to Charlie, enjoying a very pleasant dinner at their house. Charlie as well as being a magistrate was "Something in the city to do with hedges" as Sarah told you. Despite your reservations you are beginning to enjoy the evening and the fact that three of you at the table had a Secret, and the rather stupid Sarah knew nothing about it. You found that it gave you a thrill that you knew something about her husband that she didn't. As you sat there making small talk over the coffee you felt a hand slip onto your thigh under the table. For a second you froze, not sure what you should do next, and gently and smoothly it slid your dress up until it could reach the gusset of your flimsy panties. Somewhere in the distance the rather stupid Sarah was asking you question about your favourite soap opera and you suddenly realised everybody was staring at you waiting for your answer. The fingers on the hand now gently massaging your pussy through your knickers, and you feel your pussy starting to get wet. As you answer Sarah as politely as possible that you don't really like soap operas as you find them unrealistic, the fingers on the hand move your panties to one side and slip into your pussy. The irony of you calling soap operas unrealistic is not missed on you as Charlie gently masturbates you under the table. You discreetly turn sideways to look at the man who has his fingers in your pussy and note that for 51-year-old man is extremely attractive. The slut Cathy whispers in your ear. "You have to fuck him before you leave tonight"
The gentle massaging continues for a little while longer as you tried to make polite conversation. Your husband is staring at you intently and clearly knows what's happening, stupid Sarah is completely oblivious. "Charlie why don't you take Catherine to see your E-type, she's always loved them, while I help Sarah to clear the table and load the dishwasher" As you and Charlie entered the garage neither of you spoke, you just bent over the bonnet of the Jaguar and pulled your knickers to one side as his cock entered you. There was no finesse or gentleness, he just fucked you as hard and fast as he could bringing you to a sudden and intense orgasm before he flooded your pussy with his cum. Quickly straightening your clothes, he gave you lingering kiss on the lips before you return to the house. You hadn't exchanged single word. Pulling your husband to one side you whisper in his ear, "take me home now, I need you to fuck me".
As it was getting late you were able to make your apologies and leave shortly after whispering to your husband. The sexual tension in the car on the drive home was immense. Cathy not Catherine was in charge that night and knew what she wanted. You had kept your knickers on to ensure none of precious cargo of Charlies cum you had deep in your pussy was lost. Your left hand started to play with your pussy through your panties while your right hand started to massage your husbands cock through his trousers.
By the time your husband had put the car in the garage and locked up you were already lying naked on your bed. He stripped off and joined you and for few minutes you kissed like two hungry teenagers. He rolled over onto his back expecting you to climb on top of him and impale yourself on his hard cock, but tonight Cathy had other ideas. Swinging your leg over him you turned in 180 degrees so that you were sitting on his chest facing his throbbing cock. You immediately fell forward and started sucking it for all you were worth, at the same time you slid backwards so your soaking pussy was over his mouth and face. "You wanted your wife to be a slut, so now enjoy what a slut tastes like" you said as you ground down on his face. You knew you were still full of Charlies cum as you felt your husbands tongue push into your pussy. The thought of what he was doing turned you on more than you could describe and you started to ride his face, searching for an orgasm. It did not take long, and when it came you flooded his face with a mix of your juices and Charlies cum. Everything that has happened to you in the last few weeks rushed through your mind, and the sensations that your degradation and shame had brought fuelled your lust. Turning round you held his cock and guided it into your sopping wet pussy and started to fuck him while taunting him. "You like this don't you, you like feeling Charlies cum in my pussy as I fuck you don't you. You like me being your slut!" Suddenly you felt him arch under you as he pumped his load into your pussy to mix with Charles's. It was over far too soon for you and you found yourself longing for the huge cocks of the two black guys and the policeman you had enjoyed so recently. You then knew that despite the dreadful shame, the degradation and the embarrassment of being recognised, you needed more of the same. You needed to be paraded in front of men, used as a sex toy and fucked until you **********. While Cathy the cock hungry cum slut knew what she needed, Catherine the posh Kent wife and mother would have to live with the consequences.
Chapter 5. Drinks for Cathy.
The next Monday morning you left off your knickers for the first time in years. You then booked to have an intimate wax later that morning with Babette at Knight Hair and Beauty. You wanted your pussy to feel smoother than shaving alone could achieve. Getting into your little red Fiesta in a just a light summer dress, flat shoes and clutch bag you set off. You were feeling carefree and confident, and just a little bit sexy. Turning off the A21 towards Goudhurst you spotted an E Type Jaguar in your mirror. Now while you had not really taken any notice of the car over which bonnet Charles and fucked you, you did know that it was light blue. The car now following you was also light blue. Within a couple of miles the lights on the Jag flashed and you knew it was Charles and you signaled to pull over. You sat in the car as Charles got out and came to speak to you and as you waited you checked yourself in the mirror. He appeared at your open window smiling brightly and greeted you warmly. As he did so you felt the now familiar twinge from your pussy, but for the moment Catherine was very much in charge. “Charles, what a lovely surprise seeing you out this way, where are you going?” He explained that he was meeting friends for lunch in the Milk House in Sissinghurst later and was just out for a run as it was such a nice day. Neither of you mentioned what had happened only 36 hours before and after a few more minutes chatting and your telling him that you were going to Tenterden, you said your goodbyes. Just as he was about to walk back to his car Charles stopped and said that if you passing back through Sissinghurst later he would be delighted if you popped in for a quick drink. You said you would have to see, but thanked him for the kind invitation. A couple of hours later and feeling super smooth and sexy you did a little shopping in Tenterden high street and then remembered Charles invitation. Catherine suddenly felt nervous and worried and for a minute you thought that perhaps it might not be great idea, but Cathy persuaded you otherwise. After all what harm could one quick drink in a very public place do. Pulling into the car park at the Milk House you could see that Charles was still there, and alongside his E Type were two other pristine classics. One was an Aston Martin but the other large car you were unfamiliar with. Looking over you saw Charles sitting with a group of men in the beer garden and walked over to join them. They all stood as you approached and after Charles had kissed you in greeting, they others all shook you formally by the hand. It tuned out that the large dark car was a 1964 Bentley S3 Continental Coupe which belonged to Charles’s friend Toby, and it was obviously his absolute pride and joy. All your reservations about meeting them were soon set aside and you started to relax and enjoy the conversation and good humour. Posh Catherine was in her natural environment and was being her usual witty and sparkling self. It was not long before time and the wine started to pass a little too frequently and you suddenly realised that you would be over the limit to drive home and started to panic. At this point the gallant “Sir” Toby stepped up and pointed out that he had only been drinking shandy and as he had to pass near to your house that he would be more than happy to give you a lift, if you didn’t mind leaving your car behind. As there seemed little option you somewhat reluctantly agreed and Charles ordered another round of drinks. An hour and several glasses of Prosecco later a slightly tipsy you found yourself seated in the beautiful Bentley as it nosed out of the carpark. As you settled back into the soft luxurious leather seat Toby looked over to you and smiled and the big car surged smoothly and silently through the village. Cathy could take the day off you thought, this was Catherine’s world.
Toby changed that in one sentence. “I really enjoyed the show you put on at Riverhill House the weekend before last, those two black chaps really did have some stamina!” You thought your heart had stopped completely and just stared ahead without speaking and your stomach churned over. Toby had been there, he had seen everything, he must have been one of the faceless crowd who had stood wanking their thick hot cum over you as you begged for more. He had seen that you as the complete slut Cathy and knew you for who and what you were. For a moment you thought about waiting until the car slowed enough and then jumping out and running, but to where? Still you said nothing and stared ahead with unseeing eyes. You could not believe this was happening.
Toby continued in his smooth upper-class drawl that he had been mesmorised watching you, unable to take his eyes off you at any point. He continued about how much seeing such a beautiful more mature woman giving in to her sexual craving was far more erotic than watching a paid young model pretending. As he spoke your mind was transported back to how you felt, as even after the most intensive fucking any woman could ever have that you were on an intense sexual high as cock after cock spurted cum onto you. These memories along with his honeyed tones telling you how beautiful and erotic seeing you like that was started to weave its spell and you felt your pussy starting to ache and pulse again. You involuntarily squirmed in your seat and suddenly realised that your pussy was soaking wet. You needed to touch it, feel the wetness on your fingers and rub your swollen clitoris. You bit your lip to try and stifle the feelings but you knew Catherine was losing control.
As you sat there fighting your emotions the car slowed and then turned off the road and down a short track before pulling up next to some deserted farm buildings. You looked at Toby who smiled at you and then stepped out of the car, walked around and opened the door for you before moving your seat to allow access to the cavernous rear seat. You sank into the back seat and as you did so you allowed your short summer dress to ride up and your legs to fall wide open. Toby looked at your silky smooth soaking wet slit and you saw him swallow hard before he let out a deep groan. The slut Cathy was now back in charge and knew exactly what she wanted. In a voice so different than the one you had been using all afternoon you issued your instructions “Eat my cunt until I tell you to stop, and then if you beg me I might let you fuck me. If you don’t eat me very well you will not be allowed to fuck me, and if I do allow you to fuck me I might let you cum, do you understand?” He looked at your face and nodded before lowering his head between your wide spread thighs. As his tongue and lips went to work you held his head firmly in your hands and started to thrust your hips effectively fucking his face. It was ecstasy and soon you could feel your juices running down onto the luxurious leather seat as you pulled Toby’s face ever harder into you. He was gasping for breath as he pushed his tongue as deep as it could go. Lapping your juices from where both Charles and your husband had filled you with their cum less than 48 hours earlier. His hard work and the thought of him eating your slutty pussy pushed you over the edge and you pulled his head into you are you came hard. “Oh fucking yes, eat my fucking slutty pussy, fucking eat it and I might let you fuck me” As you swore you ground you pussy even harder against his face and squirted. The urgency in you now took over. “Now fuck me, fuck me hard and make me squirt again, now, do it now, I need you cock now!” You were shouting, swearing at him as he struggled to get his clothes off in the confines of the car. “Come on, fuck me now” as you rubbed at your gaping wet slit. At last he was on top of you crushing you into the seat as his hard cock speared into you. It was nowhere near as big as you had felt in the weeks before but the sexual frenzy you were feeling meant that you came almost immediately he entered you. Your open mouth found his and you kissed him hard, your tongue forcing into him before you bit his bottom lip hard. His hands found your nipples and pinched hard, the pain only intensified the pleasure sweeping through you as you urged him to fuck you deeper and harder. You were searching for your next orgasm as you felt Toby speed up and start to tense “Don’t you fucking dare cum yet, I didn’t tell you that you could cum yet, you only cum when I tell you to.” He slowed a little and dutifully did as he was told. You were really close now, your own orgasm was about to sweep through you “Now, cum now, fill me you bastard, fill me up!” And as you started to peek you felt his cock unleash a wave of cum deep inside you, spurt after glorious spurt of his creamy seed. Your orgasm left you dizzy and disorientated and when you opened your eyes Toby was kneeling between your legs looking at his cum leaking out of your pussy. You reached down and patted him on the head. “Good boy, now you can get dressed and take me home.”
Chapter 6. The Deal.
Just 20 minutes later and you were walking up the drive to the front door of your large detached house. You were surprised to see that at 5:30 your husbands’ car was in the drive already as he was not usually back from the station until 6:40. You now needed to explain why your car was 15 miles away on a pub carpark in Sissinghurst and why you had a pussy full of cum. Quietly opening the door into the sitting room you found him there in deep conversation with a stranger. It was obvious that they had not heard you arrive home and for a while they continued talking. It seemed that part of the discussion was about you and what you heard made you begin to feel uneasy. It sounded to that your husband was in some sort or financial difficulty and you were being used as a form of payment. Suddenly the last few weeks made more sense now. Could it be that you were being traded by him to pay a debt? As it sounded as if the conversation was coming to an end you quickly slipped upstairs and dived into the en suite shower where you washed away Tobys cum and gave yourself time to think. By the time you came down again dressed in a robe you had decided that he did not need to know all the details of your day, just enough. Cathy and Catherine had agreed to work together on a plan.
Your husband was pacing back and forth when you went down and hardly seemed aware of you. You opened the conversation. “You’re home early, is everything OK? By the way I had to leave my car in Sissinghust this afternoon as I met Charles for a drink and didn’t want to risk driving home. I got a lift back and we can pick the car up tomorrow” He looked up. “Did he try to have sex with you?” he asked “No he didn’t!” You said indignantly and truthfully “You hadn’t had me drugged!” Your husband then sat down with his head in his hands and started to tell you about his huge problem. Apparently he had used money from a client’s account to invest in a new venture only he failed to mention this to the client. Unfortunately the new venture was a scam and as a result the client’s account was £500,000 short. He has foolishly gone to the Police. The Police men he spoke to instead of investigating were now blackmailing him, threatening him with telling his MD what he had done. He was at his wits end and in the end decided to tell his client all and through himself on his mercy. His clients name was local magistrate and personal friend Charles Randolph Howard. Charles had taken it rather well and agree not to make an issue of it with the company, transferred half a million to cover the deficit so the Police would have nothing to use as leverage and to work with your husband to find out what had happened to the money and get it back. He only had one stipulation. That was that he and his friends could have unrestricted access to your body, whenever and however they chose until he got his money back. You asked how long that was going to take, and your husband answered that he had now idea and that the man who he had been talking to was a private detective who was working on the case. He had just ben to tell him that he had not made any real progress yet, and it could take weeks or months. On top of that Charles was arranging another “party” the following weekend with you again as the star of the show. Despite the revelations your plan was still going to work.
You sat down opposite took a deep breath before starting. “So let me get this right. Because of your greed and stupidity you have risked everything that we have, put yourself in a situation that could have resulted in you going to prison, stole from your friend and betrayed your employer. Then to try and make things better, you sell your wife to be used as a cheap gang bang cum slut at all male group sex parties, is that what you are telling me?” He looked up balefully without answering you and then slumped back in his seat. You held his stare for a full minute as Catherine passed the baton to Cathy. He opened his mouth as if to apologise but he as stopped instantly as Cathy started. “Don’t you dare try to apologise for this, ever, not a word! Until we are able to work this mess out you will do as you are told. When and where is this party and who will be attending?”
He told you what he knew, it was going to be Riverhill House again, the house to which you were taken blindfolded the week before. It would be mainly the group who were there last time with a few changes, but this time there was going to be more sexual partners on the stage with you. The setting was going to be a residential reform school study, you would be playing a teacher who was keeping three unruly 18 year old boys in detention when things get out of hand. As he told you, you felt your pussy starting to tingle, but your husband was not going to gain any benefit from that. And you told him that, and told him exactly why.
You sat back and pulled the robe to display your freshly waxed, fucked and showered pussy. “Take a nice long look at this, because as you have offered me for sex until this situation is resolved you will not be fucking me again. This is now strictly out of bounds for your cock” you said as your fingers gently opened your pussy lips and gently rubbed you clit. You could see he was watching you intently and as he did your saw the tell-tale bulge appear in his trousers. “That’s right, you get a nice stiff cock, and later you can wank until you cum as I tell you about how I fucked a friend of Charles called Toby this afternoon, but that is all you are going to get, and tomorrow I am going to buy one of those little cage things for your cock and you will stay locked in that until Charles has his money back and this sex party agreement is over! Just one final thing, you might be able to lick this better for me” He looked up and smiled as you continued to rub your pussy. “But only after they have fucked me and before I take a shower!”
That evening you had dinner as if nothing happened, and nothing had been discussed. There was a surreal atmosphere over the dinner table as you discussed everything and anything other than the current situation. You did all the normal things like leaving the table together loading the dishwasher before sitting down in front of the TV with a glass of wine. Not once did your husband mention Toby or the new rules that you had stipulated. At 10:30 your husband went upstairs to grab a quick shower before bed while you sat alone thinking about the proposed party for the following weekend. Catherine was nervous about the shame and degradation this was going to bring, the cringing embarrassment that she knew she would feel afterwards. The Cathy part of you was positively revelling in the opportunities that it might bring and it was her and was now gently massaging one of your nipples under your robe. By the time you went upstairs your husband was in bed reading his latest book, some thriller set in east Germany in the 1960s. Sliding under the duvet next to him you asked him if he would like to hear I'm more entertaining story. He marked the page and closed the book to please you. "So who the hell is Toby, what did you mean by what you said this afternoon?"
For the next 20 minutes you described in minute detail exactly what had happened in Tobys Bentley as you drove back from Sissinghurst. By the time you had got to the part where you were describing how you were issuing instructions to Toby as his face was buried in your pussy your husbands hand was working slowly on his now throbbing hard cock. You watched this with a mix of amusement and arousal and as you reach the part where Toby was about to cum deep in your pussy, your husband's hand speeded up and you sense that he was also getting close. Your own hand was now rubbing your swollen clitoris but now the same instruction is issued again. "Don't you dare come yet, you only come when I tell you you can" Your husband moans out loud, but did as he's told and stopped moving his hand as you continue the story while you rub your soaking pussy. The memory of the afternoon and the effect that it was having on your husband is turning you on more than you could imagine and it takes all your concentration to carry on with the story as your orgasm builds. As you describe how Toby flooded your pussy with his cum your own climax overtakes you and you shake as its waves spasm through you. As it subsides you turn to look at your husband and see that he is now lying back with his eyes closed as he strokes his cock towards ejaculation. You've seen this many times, but this time it's going to be very different. You sense his just about to cum and as you do you grab his hand and pull it away but still holding onto it. His cock jerks uselessly in the air as his come starts to ooze from the end. You know that you have just completely ruined his orgasm, you also know it's the last one that he is going to have with you for some time. The pool of his spunk is lying on his belly, and to add insult to injury you lean forward and lick some of it up. With it still in your mouth you reach up and kiss his open lips goodnight before turning over and switching off your bedside light.
Chapter 7. Out of The Azure.
The next morning you went into the office where you worked part time as a PA. After checking your work emails you clicked onto your private in box and amongst the usual offers and promotions there were two from an old flame in Lincolnshire and one from Charles. You knew that the two from Steve were just gossip and catch up stuff, but as Charles had never emailed you before, and for that matter you did not know he had your address you opened that one first. It read:
Hi Catherine. Or should I call you Cathy?
I had a phone call from your husband this morning telling me that you are now familiar with the arrangement he and I have come to. Now I know that you agree that what he did was extremely foolish to say the least, but while foolish it was not his intention to steal from me or his company. He was tricked into losing the money, and there we are. I could have kicked up a storm and had him fired and the company would have retuned my money. But it’s only half a million pounds and trying to get it back seemed more fun. Then when he offered me your services as a bonus, well how could I say no.
This was not what your husband had told you at all, he had said that Charles had demanded you. You read on:
He knows I have always been extremely attracted to you, and he also knows I have a fascination with extremely sexually adventurous women. When he told me that be believe that you were repressing a side of you that not even he had seen I had to find out if it was true. I’m sorry is the two young officers frightened you, but your actions made it was clear that you are truly a slut. Please don’t be offended, I mean this with true affection. You are a most beautiful slut.
You were shocked and at the same time enthralled by where this was going and read on:
Now while our detective chap tracks down the villains who have my money there are all sorts of games that we can play. Oh, and just in case you decide to not play along I have a video of your “fun” at the police station and my young friend from the KM has written a fascinating piece all about a Kent mum from Tunbridge Wells called Catherine Bradley who has a secret double life. I’m sure all you friends would love to read it.
Now the real reason for my email is this. Next weekend’s party has been moved and changed. It will be in my villa near St Tropez. I have asked your husband to drop you off at Biggin Hill on Friday, where my top guy Richard will be waiting. My jet will fly you both down. I am going on ahead to make all the arrangements.
PS. Don’t pack many clothes, you are not going to need them.
Love Charlie.
You sat completely numb, your cheeks were burning red at the shocking content of the email. You were trapped and knew it. You had intended to use the next party to get enough information on those attending including Charles that you could force them to stop. Your plan was in tatters. You read through the email again carefully. Then the last paragraph one final time. Your husband was not invited. It said he was to drop you off, and then the two of you Charles mentioned must mean you and Richard.
For the next few days you hardly spoke to your husband at all. However you had gone ahead with your threat and visited an Ann Summers shop wearing a hat and big dark glasses so as not to be recognised and even paid by cash. You had bought a small chromed stainless steel ‘Cock Cage’ which you had locked on you husband while he was asleep. To say he was displeased would be an understatement, but after you had shown him the email from Charles he quickly shut up. You might be having sex at the weekend, but he was not going to be with that contraption on you thought.
On Friday morning your somewhat unhappy husband drove you up to Biggin Hill airport in your little red Fiesta. You had spent the night before somewhat meanly walking around naked as you pulled out and tried on various bits of clothing to pack. Seeing you naked and his knowing that you were going to be used as a rich mans’ fuck toy for the weekend had left him straining painfully in his cock cage. Given the situation you both found yourselves in you felt very little sympathy for him. While Catherine had spent the week worrying about Charles threat to ****** her to her posh friends and the untold embarrassment and shame, the Cathy of old was excited about the trip on a private jet to the South of France and more sex.
As you arrived you noticed that were waved straight past the usual passenger drop off point and carried on through to the area reserved for private planes, your car then drove across the apron as instructed and drew up at the steps of a silver grey Citation Excel. You tuned to your husband and kissed him lovingly on the lips and squeezed his caged cock through his trousers. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do” You said breezily and got out. As you did a uniformed man opened the tail gate and got out your small flight bag. You were told not to pack much and you hadn’t. Climbing the short steps you were greeted by a casually dressed man with a hint of an accent who introduced himself as Richard and showed you to your seat and offered you a drink prior to take off. As you settled into the burgundy leather seats, you noticed the initials CRH were embossed into the soft hide. Charles Randolph Howard. Just how rich was Charles?
Richard passed you a Gin and Tonic and told you that you might like to take something as they were expecting some turbulence as they flew down and descended towards the coast and as the flight was only 75 minutes you should take it then. You thought this was a good idea and accepted the small tablet he offered from an ornate silver pill box. Soon you were taxing and then in the air and Richard who was sat facing you pointed out that while the plane was large enough to take twenty seats, it was configured to for just six as the back was converted into a private study and bedroom for Charles. The drink had relaxed you but were still feeling tense and when Richard offered you a top up you did not refuse. It was as you sipped the second you suddenly started to feel the strange looseness and heightened senses which you had felt just twice in your life before. “What was the tablet you gave me?” Richard smiled and said it was just to relax you. “Charlie likes his visitors to feel relaxed” He said. The tablet started to make your thought turn to the weekend ahead, are more specifically the sex you were certain to be having. You stared dreamily out of the window and were vaguely aware that Richard had moved and was now sat next to you. “Would you like to lay down for a while?” he asked. Woozily you rose from the seat and took his extended arm to steady yourself.
You then were guided towards the back of the aircraft to a door which in turn led to a beautifully appointed bedroom. At one end was a leather topped desk and chair which had a large flat screen TV mounted above it, but the main feature was the bed. It was large with the foot end rounded on the corners. Above it was an alcove mirror which back lit so that the edges appeared to glow. While not really your taste it was clearly high end in the cost stakes. As you tuned to sit on the bed the plane suddenly hit a pocket of turbulence causing you to lose balance and fall back. As you did you pulled Richard with you who landed firmly on top of you. Your first thought was that he smelt nice. Looking up his face was inches from yours and you had an overwhelming desire to kiss it. He apologised profusely and pulled away leaving you lying on the bed. The tablet was now working a full force and you needed the hunger it created within you sating. You longed for him to join you on the bed and told him so. He looked at you uncomfortably, clearly not knowing how he should reply to his boss’s guest. “Charlie said you could be a bit naughty” he said unconvincingly, but he did not leave. “And what should you do if I am a naughty lady?” you replied provocatively “Spank me?” With that you rolled over and lifted the back of your skirt up to reveal your pert bottom with just a slim thong parting your smooth buttocks which you now reached back and patted. You didn’t have to wat to long before you felt the bed move as he joined you. His strong hands slide back and forth over your skin before sliding under your dress and up your back. He now carefully folded your dress up so that your bottom was fully ******* and then returned to running his hands over you.
“You really are very naughty. Bad, wicked little slut who should be punished for being such a cock teaser. You nothing but a cock teasing slut!” and on the word slut one of his hands came down sharply onto you in stinging blow. You winced and then sighed as he started to gently caress you where the slap had fallen. Now he paused, his hands not touching you before rhythmically slapping you as he said “Bad….little….sluts…should….be….punished.” with three sharp slaps to each cheek. You skin now burned and you felt you pussy getting wet. The pain was exquisite and transported you back to a time when being spanked was the foreplay to having amazing sex. As you remembered his hand came down again, and again you winced as the heat rose warming your whole body. Richard now turned you over and removed your dress in one swift movement. He then moved to one of the desk draws and turned back to you. You were not just in your panties and flatty shoes. Your breath was coming in short sharp gasps as you savoured the stinging pain. Then you saw what he had withdrawn from the drawers, a pair of beautifully jewellery crafted nipple clamps, joined together with a thin gold chain which he now carefully and gently attached to each nipple. The pain as they bit into your soft flesh seared into you and made you cry out. He now manoeuvred you so that you were kneeling on the bed on your hands and knees with your spanked bottom facing him. Richards hand curled under you and held the chain giving it a sharp tug. Your nipples exploded into a burning agony which made you catch your breath, but as you did your caught sight of the huge TV screen which was showing a side on view of what was happening. As you watched you saw him raise his right hand before bringing it down in the first and several slaps and he spanked you and tortured your burning nipples at the same time. Then something happened that had never happened before. You climaxed from the pain. It was a new and altogether different feeling which left you gasping for breath. Somehow you just knew that it would not be the last time that you would feel that new sensation that coming weekend.
You were surprised and disappointed when Richard simply unclipped the nipple clamps, turned, put them away in the drawer and then left the room to return to the main cabin without uttering another word. What you had assumed would be the prelude to being fucked was not going to be, and now you felt somehow hollow and unfulfilled. While you massaged the blood back into your painful nipples your pussy was aching to be fucked. Slowly you pulled on your dress and gingerly felt your burningly hot spanked bottom before retracing your path out of the private bedroom.
The drug was still in full effect and as you moved you could feel the dress fabric rubbing on your sore nipples which sent little electric shocks straight to your clitoris. Simply walking was turning you on even more. God you needed to be fucked! As you returned to your seat the bulkhead clock and display was showing that the flight only had 17 minutes left and as you looked out of the window you felt the first weightless lifting feeling as the plane began its decent toward the Med’. Looking out of the left hand side the sea soon came into view as the plane wheeled in over Cap de Antibes before flying west down the coast, heading to the Gulf de St Tropez and the private airport at La Mole’. You could now see all the huge private yachts moored in Gulf outside St Tropez harbour and then as you made the final approach the fun fair between to Port Gimaud and Cogolin. As you flew up the valley to the rather pretentiously names Sainte Tropez International Airport all you could think about was not the perfect Cote de Azure coast line, not the amazing countryside, no, all you could think about was the fact that your pussy was screaming to be filled with cock, the bigger the better, the more the better. Cathy was really looking forward to what was to come, Catherine for the moment was not being consulted.
Gathering your thoughts together the simple formality of passport control at a private airport was conducted with the minimum of fuss and you and Richard soon walked out into the hot Cote de Azure sunshine and then into the ice cool interior of the awaiting chauffer driven Range Rover. The unreality of the situation started to crowd in on your overstimulated mind and slowly but surely Catherine came to take stock of what was happening. “Where are we going?” you asked looking out of the window as the pulled out onto the main road overlooked by the Chateau La Mole’. “Charlie has a place near Ramatuelle with views out over Pampelonna bay, I think you will like it, but first he has arranged to meet us in St Tropez for drinks. There was then an awkward pause before he continued.
“Catherine, I’m sorry for my behaviour on the flight down. You are Charlie’s guest and I unforgivably crossed a line. I was wrong and I apologise unreservedly. I know the effect the pills have, especially when mixed with alcohol, and the combination of what Charlie and a couple of the others have said about you and the fact that I find you extremely attractive……” He tailed off, clearly unable to find the correct words. You looked at the back of the drivers head and then over at Richard. Looking into his eyes you saw genuine concern and you found yourself warming to a man who had recently inflicted so much pain on you. “Richard, for what I have done in the last few weeks perhaps I needed to be punished, or perhaps not. All I know is that while part of me is here because I have no alternative, but another part of me would not want to be anywhere else.” You nodded towards the driver. “Does he speak English” “No!” “Then why did you not fuck me when you had the chance?” Richard looked out of the window before answering you. “Because I would prefer to make love to you when your mind is clear and I know you are enjoying it because you want it, not because a pill has turned you into a nymphomaniac.” You both fell silent as the big car swung off the main road to miss the heavy holiday traffic and down series of lanes which took you past the Polo Club where you could see the dust rising from the horses hooves at the were being exercised, before dropping down towards the market place and stopping outside the exclusive Hotel Byblos. As the door was opened and you stepped out into the heat again you felt something had changed between you and Richard. Little did you know how important this change was, and how it would change everything in the days and weeks ahead. But for now, all you knew was that the fabric was again stimulating your tender nipples and sending sharp signals to your pussy that your current sexual need was still unfulfilled.
As you entered the luxurious lobby Charles appeared from the cocktail bar to greet you. He came over and kissed you on both cheeks as if you are a long lost relative come to visit. Compliments gushed forth and you felt a little uncomfortable, and glanced over at Richard who appeared to be avoiding your gaze. "I trust you had a pleasant trip down with Richard and everything was fine?" He said as he escorted you back into the bar and to his table. He waved a hand and one of the waiters quickly scurried over, anxious to please. You ordered an Ice Tropez which was quickly brought while Richard excused himself and said that he would see you later. As you turned to watch him leave your dress rubbed across your nipples reminding you of part of the trip down that perhaps you might not wish to discuss just yet with Charles. You smile to yourself, now you had some secrets too!
Once you had finished your drinks Charles made his apologies and said that he had to remain in St Tropez for a little longer to attend to some private business, but Richard would be coming back with the car to take you to the Villa where are you would be made to feel at home. Sure enough, as you walked outside the Range Rover pulled up and one of the hotel doormen opened the door for you to join Richard inside. You were quickly out of the town and heading up the road towards Gassin before Richard spoke. "You said earlier, that part of you had no choice in being here. What exactly did you mean by that?" It suddenly struck you that Richard clearly did not know the whole story, so you asked him what he knew about you, who you were, why are you with Charles.
What he said shocked you. Charles had told him that you were just a good time girl he had known for a long time, but you are been around the block a few times, were good at a party and would do anything sexual with anybody at any time. He had told Richard that you were just a slut who enjoyed being abused and degraded and fucked by guys with huge cocks, apparently the bigger the better. You are a sex junkie! Whatever was in the tablet you had ingested was still swirling round in your bloodstream but you tried to keep Catherine in control as you replied. It was not easy though because Cathy had been listening and the thought of really big cocks was making your aching pussy drool in anticipation. As politely as you could, you explained to Richard that you were there as a result of a business deal which had gone wrong between your husband and Charles. As a result you were being held as a hostage to fortune for Charles to use he wished and until your husband was able to repay the money or that the crooks who had taken the money were found. "What, so you are in effect Charlie's is sex slave, Is that what you're saying?"
You had not thought about it in that way until that moment, but yes, he was right, you were Charlie's sex slave. Catherine and Cathy continued to fight over your pussy while you were having this conversation. It still yearned to be fucked, and the effects of the tablet and what had happened on the flight down were still very much to the front of your mind. "You also said that another part of you would not like to be anywhere else, why would you say that if what you have told me is true?" Richard was now referred to the comments you have made which related to Cathy, so it was Cathy who answered him.
"Because that is part of me who is exactly what Charles said, that part of me craves sex, wants to be fucked as much and as often as possible. You turned me on so much on the plane and I really need to be fucked soon. You said you would like to make love to me Richard. If that was true I suggest as soon as we get to the Villa you do just that, because I think once Charles gets back from St Tropez you might not get another opportunity. I want you to make love to me Richard, I want you to fuck me."
After travelling for around 25 minutes the Range Rover swung into a long sweeping dark blue-grey gravel drive leading to an impressive large white stucco villa. As the car came to a halt, staff immediately came out to open the door and retrieve your luggage before Richard escorted you into the cool large reception area. You could look right through the centre of the house and out over the infinity pool with his extraordinary view of the sea. Just from this first impression you knew you were amongst enormous wealth.
Richard offered to show you to your suite and you accepted his gentlemanly offer and followed him upstairs. The empty dull ache had returned to your pussy as you climbed the stairs behind him. For the first time ever in your life you are unsure whether Cathy or Catherine wanted to fuck him.
He opened the door to your suite and held at while walked in and turned round and waited for him to follow. As he did you simply fell into his arms as his own strong tanned arms enveloped you. You tilted your head back and to the side and opened your mouth slightly to receive his, the kiss was long, gentle but conveyed great passion. You knew you were melting.
Why this was different you could not say, this felt more like the embrace of your husbands love than a brief encounter with a virtual stranger in the south of France. After a minute you broke away and took two steps back from him, as you did so you slid the straps of your dress to the side and allowed it to slide to the floor. Your bare breasts and a erect nipples drew his eyes as your hands moved lower and started to slowly remove your panties. You never took your eyes off his face as you did this. His eyes came up to meet yours and for moment no words needed to be spoken. Richard was still fully dressed standing no more than 10 feet away from you as you started to gently rub your naked pussy, all the time your eyes held each other. Your hungry pussy was absolutely soaking wet and was aching for his cock. Whatever the next few days might hold for you, at the second all that mattered was this man and that moment. Richard started to move toward you and as he did you walked backward and instinctively fell onto the bed, your legs falling open invitingly. Richard dropped to his knees and buried his face into your smooth pussy, breathing you in and feeling your hot witness on his face and lips as his tongue pierced you. You held Richards head in your hands as you started to buck your hips up and down rubbing your sex hard into his face, you knew it would not be more than a minute before the first orgasm ripped through you. You were right, it tore through you like a hurricane leaving you completely breathless and gasping for oxygen.
You lay there with your eyes closed as the sensations of ecstasy started to ebb. Slowly you open them again. Richard had taken his clothes off and is stood naked in front of you. He had an impressive build, broad, lean and toned. He also had an even golden tan and all his body hair had been removed. His cock was slightly bigger than average, but nowhere near as big as some of the ones that had recently fucked you, but it was nice, it looked perfect! Richard now knelt between your open thighs, again your eyes were locked together as he used his hand to rub the tip of his penis up-and-down open pussy lips and over your engorged clitoris.
You bit your bottom lip as you felt his cock start to penetrate you. Rocking back and forth gently, each time pushing deeper inside you, before pulling out and pushing slowly in again. Each time sensations within you climbed to a higher pitch. Richard was true to his word, he wasn't just fucking you, he was making love to you and you were loving him for it. He regulated his tempo, sometimes hard and fast, at other times slow and gentle as he brought you to a number of crescendos, each time pausing to allow you to recover slightly before starting again. You lost count of the number of orgasms you had, each one drew you closer to Richard, each one drew Catherine closer to Richard. Cathy would have to wait her turn. Eventually with your arms wrapped tightly around each other you felt him reach his climax as he thrust his cock deep inside you and exploded. Wave after wave of his thick hot cum flooded into you as his mouth found yours and kissed you hard on the lips, your tongue exploring his mouth as he groaned. You lay like this for some minutes afterwards sharing the afterglow of your spent passion. Something had changed, something special that been exchanged. You suddenly thought about your husband. You knew you still loved him, but now in future he would have to share that love and your pussy with Richard.
Chapter 8. The Turning of the Screw.
By the time Charles returned from St Topez you were lying naked on a lounger by the infinity pool soaking up the late afternoon sun while sipping on a long G&T. After you and Richard had – reluctantly – parted you had showered and wrapped a sarong around you. A maid had come in and unpacked the few clothes you had taken but someone, Charles you assumed, had arranged for the generous walk in ‘robes to stocked with a rather nice selection of clothes, not only in you size but of the sort you would have picked yourself. The staff all were extremely courteous and discrete seemingly oblivious to your naked state. Richard had popped out to make sure you were okay a couple of times to make sure you were being well looked after. The view over Pampelonna beach was breath-taking and you were astounded at the vast number of huge boats moored out in the bay. At that time you had no idea that you would meet some of the owners and their guests that evening. At 7 and with the sun sinking behind the nearby hills you went back to your room to shower and dress for dinner. Picking out a pair of exquisite nude Louboutins and a practically shear turquoise silk dress. You again decided against any underwear. While you had been showering you had thought you had heard two helicopters land nearby.
By the time you came down again the sun had virtually set and the sea was bathed in a blue silver iridescence. Most of the boats which have been at anchor off the beach had now left but a number of the larger ones remained. You were shown into the dining room by one for the maids and as you entered all the men in the room stood, it was a nice touch you thought.
As well as Richard and your captor/host Charles there were three other men dressed in western clothing and three in Arabian attire. Looking around you noticed that you were the only woman. Eight to one. Catherine was concerned but Cathy was way ahead of her. As you all mingled, chatted and enjoyed a few drinks the Arab men present made a great deal of fuss over you, complementing your figure which every time the light was behind you was clearly visible through the shear dress. The complements and the sensation of the silk sliding over your highly sensitive nipples aroused you, or more importantly aroused Cathy.
Seeing that your glass was empty Richard brought you a new one and as he passed it whispered in your ear. “This has been spiked with the aphrodisiac, if you don’t want it just put in down and I will fetch a fresh one.” Cathy turned to him and with a beaming smile drank it in one. “Don’t worry darling, I’ll save some pussy for you!” You whispered back and with that you turned back to the other guests.
Conversation over dinner was free flowing and engaging with no indication for the first two light courses that his was anything other than any other dinner party. It was immediately clear that the three Arabs were wealthy businessmen and in some way clients of Charles who by now had insisted you call him Charlie. The others, two Italians and an American were some sort of partners in Charlie’s affairs, but as business was not really being discussed you were not able to work out what exactly. You were sat between Amil on your left and Mo to the right who were touchingly polite and you had noticed that they both had the most perfectly manicures hands and nails. One of the yachts below was owned by Amil, and Mo had flown in by helicopter from Nice. It was while Mo was describing his own superyacht that you first felt your dress being slid up your thighs. Smooth fingers then slid up your inner left thigh and gently came to rest just inches from your pussy. As you continued the conversation you opened your legs slightly and the fingers moved slowly and smoothly higher until they were just touching your pussy. You stifled a slight gasp but continued talking with Mo.
Now a second hand smooth slid up your right thigh and you realised that this was Mo’s left hand under the table. Both their hands now gently started to massage your suddenly soaking pussy under the table. Each seemed to know what the other was doing, as one hand opened your lips the other eased a finger into your pussy. You now opened your legs wider under the table to afford them easier access as they began to play with you. On the other side of the table the conversation stopped as all eyes were turned in your direction. The other guy in robes whose name you could not remember and at that time did not care was smiling at you as you felt the first tell-tale signs of an orgasm rising within you. You looked to the side where Richard was sitting and he nodded at you reassuringly as the two hands continues to caress your clit and finger fuck you under the table. At the other end of the table sat Charlie watching with an amused expression on his face.
The drug was in full force and you came hard! It rocked you back and forward in your chair and you gasped and cried out “Oh fucking yeesss, someone fuck me, please fuck me.” As your breath came back it was Charlie who broke the silence. “Well gentlemen. You have seen the merchandise, who will start the bidding? Shall we start at $10,000 dollars?
Richard walked around the table and escorted from the table to the middle of the room as he did so Charlie picked up the phone and cancelled the rest of the dinner and instructed the staff to go back to their cottage. You felt dazed and confused, were you being sold? You stood where you were instructed, to bewildered to move. Charlie now walked over carrying what appeared to be a coil of rope and some wood.
He now pulled your arms behind your back and started tying your wrists together and then elbows which made you stand fully erect with your tits thrust forward awkwardly, your hard nipples showing clearly through the flimsy dress. Then moving down to your ankles he placed the piece of wood of about 2 1/2 feet long which you now realised with some kind of yolk between your ankles and bound that in place. Your legs were now open and you could feel the air on your tender pussy lips.
The six guests were now each given a pair of large scissors and the lights began to dim. You swallowed hard genuinely concerned that this was going in a direction which you could not understand. Dimming of the light soon became obvious. There was a flicker from an overhead projector and suddenly the room end wall let up as a video images projected onto it. The HD video was of you and the two black guys taken a few weeks before and was obviously recorded in full surround sound. You are momentarily transported back there, you could hear the men calling you are a slut and cheering as the two black guys rammed their cocks into your pussy and your mouth. The six guests looked alternately at what was on the screen and then back at you, and then the first spoke. It was Mo.
"$10,000" with that he stepped forward and using the scissors cut off part of the bottom of your dress. There was a pause as they watched you being fucked bent over the chair, your knees buckling.
"$15,000 no question" The American now raised the bid, and as he did so he too stepped forward and cut off part of your dress. As he did so he looked in your face and leered. It was an unpleasant look. The bidding continued each of the guests trying to outdo each other, and with each bid more of your dress was cut away, sometimes from the side and sometimes from the ever shortening hemline. The only one who hasn't bid was the Arab who had sat opposite you and whose name you couldn't remember. By the time they had reached $60,000 all that was left of the dress was in tatters over your ******* breasts and shaven pussy, as the ropes really started to dig into your skin.
Now the mystery man spoke. "$100,000". The others all now turned to look at him and first Charlie and then the others started to applaud. In the background the video of you being fucked was still playing and you know felt your eyes glued to the images. Could that really be you up there screaming obscenities at them begging them to fuck you over and over and over again. It got to the point where the second of the two black guy was pulling his huge spent cock out of your used pussy, as the camera zoomed in for a close-up. Your shaven, red, swollen and open pussy was foot 2 feet long on the wall with their cum trickling out of you. The ache was returning to your pussy more than ever. It felt empty and cold. Cathy needed to feel a hot cock in there soon. She longed someone to fill it full of thick cum again. You realised now that was no going back, ever.
"Okay then" said Charlie on a bright voice. "Congratulations your Royal Highness. You get to have the slut for tonight. Do with her as you will, but try not to damage her too much. Right let's start the bidding for tomorrow night, gentlemen, shall we start the bidding at 20,000 this time?"
The American who had just been out bid snorted. “We don’t know what will be left for tomorrow night do we, so what are we bidding for?” Charlie answered smoothly. His Royal Highness is a connoisseur of beautiful women and this one I’m sure will be no different than the hundreds of others he has used for a night in the past. Brad, it’s what’s left after you have used and abused them that we should all worry about. Perhaps you should save your bidding for later?” The others all laughed and nodded knowingly as Brad shook his head with a wry smile. Catherine’s concerns were overridden by Cathy’s sexual desire for a new challenge. Whatever Brad wanted was good with her, the more perverted the better. She enjoyed pain, humiliation, domination, degradation and as much cock and cum as she could get. She could also spin 180 degrees and take the fem-dom roll.
It had been a long time, but years ago she had a boyfriend who liked her to take control and she had relished the role of dominatrix. Slut she might well be, but she was more than capable of giving as good as she got. Luckily for you, you would never get to find out just how sick and perverted Brad was. Not that you knew that then, as before they started bidding all the guests gathered round you for a closer examination, all that is accept Saudi Prince Adel al-Mohaimeed. As the others gathered around you, he was on his cell phone instructing his helicopter to readied to fly you both back to his huge private yacht moored in the wide bay below.
With Charlie seeming to relish the role of auctioneer you began to feel like this was a white sex slave auction. “Gentlemen, you have seen what this slut can do on the screen, and I can assure you she can do much much more. We have raised 100 Kay already, but as you know this sluts husband owes me $650,000 and as he can’t pay me I intend to take every Cent out of her body. It’s not the money, it’s the principle. He has ***** my account, so I’m doing the same to his slut wife.” When hearing it like this even Cathy was silenced and Catherine suddenly realised that she was in way too deep.
Hands now roamed over you at will, slapping your now bare ass and pulling your cheeks apart. Fingers slipped in and out of your pussy and your bruised nipples were pinched hard. Tears first welled up and then began to steam down your face as your head bowed in complete and utter shame. Your husbands’ folly and greed meant that instead of going out for drinks with friends in Westerham, you were being sold for sex and god knows what else with god knows who else. Brad now pulled your face up and spat in your mouth making you gag and then slapped you twice hard. You stood there sobbing silently, your face stinging as they all took a few paces back. “Right who will start the bidding so this charming piece of English meat can help her loving husband clear his dept?” As you looked out at the men you briefly saw Richards face and your eyes briefly met before he slipped out of the door. You now knew that you no longer had any allies in the room and that your fate was sealed.
It was Brad who started the bidding. "Fuck this shit $50,000 for the bitch" The others looked at him wondering what horrors he had got in store for you. He was known within certain circles for his gross cruelty and perversions. It was rumoured that some of the women he'd had had never been seen again. It was the fact that some of them had ended up in hospital with life changing injuries. He enjoyed hurting women more than having sex with them.
Just as the others were absorbing this high first bid the Prince spoke for what seemed like only Second time that night. "$550,000. I believe Charlie this concludes this woman's husbands obligations towards you, this being the case you can now release the slut into my custody. She is no longer your responsibility, after we leave here if anything happens to her it will not be on your conscience". You were not sure whether this was a good thing or a bad thing, what did he mean when he said if anything happened to you?
It was clear that this man was very much in charge of his own destiny, and nobody was going to argue with him. The others just nodded in agreement and it was clear that the auction was over and you would be leaving with him. Where you will be going and what would happen to you, you didn't know. In a daze you were led through The house and out of the large French windows and past the infinity pool and through the ornate and well lit gardens until you came to a helipad. As soon as you boarded the luxury helicopter the rotor was up to speed and it lifted off smoothly, turned through 90°, the front dipped slightly and you quickly set off towards the bay.
Despite the darkness all the large yachts moored out in the bay were extremely well lit. One in particular stood out, and it was this one that you are heading towards. It was more the size of a cruise ship than a private yacht, and to the rear of the upper deck you could see a well lit helipad with the characteristic H written on the platform. No sooner had you touched down on the doors opened and you assisted back out into the warm night sea air. It could've been no more than three minutes since you left Charlie's villa. As you orientated yourself, a dark haired woman stepped up to you and offered you a silk dressing gown. It was then that you realised that all you were wearing was the remains of the Chanel dress which had been destroyed during the first part of the auction.
You wrapped it around yourself gratefully and then looked at the woman who had given it to you. She was an attractive woman of about your age with a certain air of confidence about her. "Hi, let me introduce myself. I'm Katy and officially I am called the Chief Purser. That simply means I'm in charge of everything other than steering the boat". She spoke with a South East English accent which you thought might have been north Kent or Essex, she smiled and continued. "That’s left my husband David, the Captain. As you are one of his Royal Highness is guests, it is my responsibility to make sure you have whatever you need. And I mean, anything at all".
You went down a flight of wide stairs and were then guided through a number of exquisitely decorated rooms of such opulence that had you not known you were on about you would've sworn you were in some stately home somewhere.
Eventually you were shown into a large cabin by Katy who told you to take a shower and she would arrange clothes on the bed for you to wear afterwards. You didn't argue. You spent a leisurely 15 minutes in the shower while you try to process what was happening, and what might happen next.
When you emerge back into the cabin you found the clothes that had been put out for you were the clothes of the Persian slave girl. On a cabinet to the side with a glass of champagne was another one of the tablets which you were now becoming familiar with. Knowing what was likely to happen later you decided it would be better if your inhibitions were taken away now.
You propped the tablet into your mouth and knocked it back with the champagne, and then put on the clothes. You then turned to look yourself in the mirror as you straitened your hair and found a dark haired Persian girl looking back at you. You looked good, you knew you looked good. What's more the aphrodisiac was already kicking in.
While you were admiring yourself there was a gentle knock at the door, and Katy let herself in. When she saw you she smiled. "Oh you look beautiful in that, the boys are going to love you tonight, I think you know the boys, you met them a couple of weeks ago".
Katy then escorted you back through the astonishing state rooms until eventually you came into a room made to look like small theatre. The far end there was a small stage with set lighting pointing to a round bed in the centre set at a slight angle to allow it to be seen better from the raised seating in the rest of the room. It didn't take a genius to work out what this room is for. You had already worked out that you were going to be part of the entertainment in that theatre.
While you were looking a tanned man in an immaculate white uniform came up and offered you a glass of champagne and introduced himself as David, the yachts captain and husband of Katy. As you sip the champagne and feel the powerful narcotic flowing through your bloodstream you realised that you haven't seen the Prince since you got out of the helicopter. This changed, just as you are thinking he walked into the room and approached you holding out his hand. You took it and he slowly bent forward and kissed it.
"My dear, I have so looked forward to this moment, I trust you are not too uncomfortable? You can relax now, no harm will befall you as long as you entertain me. It is your husband who I really have to thank for you being here. Had it not been for him I would've never met you. You possibly don't remember me, but I was in the crowd who saw you perform with two black gentleman in Kent" You tried to remember, but there have been so many men that it was hard. You tried to picture their faces again but all you could really remember was all the men stroking their cocks as they stood around you. He then spoke again. "I hope you don't mind, but I enjoyed the show so much that I thought it would be nice to see it in the privacy of my own private boat. I have made a few changes, but I think you'll recognise your fellow artists".
Hearing a noise behind you, you turned to see the two black guys who had fucked you walk out onto the stage. This time they were dressed as Nubians slaves with just loin cloths tied around their waists. They were glistening in body oil and suddenly Cathy was back in the room.
The Prince walked away from you and back to a large couch, you turned back to the two silent black man who you knew where going to fuck you on the stage for the entertainment of the Prince until you were screaming. The now familiar feeling came back to you, you had a hunger for sex and their cum. As the lights in the rest of the room dimmed you walked forward and fell on your knees in front of them, pulling the loincloths away as you did. Two huge black phalluses sprang out in front of you, shiny with the body oil that are been rubbed into them. You grabbed one cock in each hand and started to stroke them firmly in front of your face, from time to time sucking the end of each one as you continue to stroke them. Your pussy was now screaming for cock, so turning slightly you lay across the bed with your bottom sticking up and looking out to where the now naked Prince was sitting. You saw that he had been joined on the couch by David the Captain and his wife Katy.
While the Captain, who still in his uniform, was just sitting there, you could clearly see that Katy was also naked and slowly wanking the Princes cock. As you looked at them you felt your elaborate costume trousers being pulled down and fingers being pushed into your soaking pussy. You gasped as they pushed into you but you continued to watch Katy working the Princes impressive cock as her husband watched both them and you. You could see that she was wearing nipple clamps like the ones Richard had used on you earlier the same day and you wondered if it was just a coincidence, only hers had a chain leading down towards her pussy and you wondered where it ended. Before you could think any more you shuddered involuntarily as you felt a huge rock hard cock being pushed deep into your soaking wet cunt, and the first drug fuelled orgasm rippled through you.
The sensations you were experiencing under the narcotic were far more intense than anything you ever had felt before. Even though this was not the first time you had sex after taking one of the tablets, It was still as intense as ever. Whoever had his cock in your pussy now started to push through hard, pounding you without mercy, the pleasure and pain were equal only heightening your incredible sense of sexual arousal. Another orgasm ripped through you making you gasp and shake uncontrollably, but still he didn't stop fucking you. You now opened your eyes again and looked across the cabin to where Katy was now sucking her bosses cock, but with the head turned so she could still see what was happening. He was holding her head as it gently bobbed up and down. There was a brief pause in your fuck as you were turned around on the couch as the guy who’d been fucking you laid on his back pulled you on top of him. You straddled him as his fat cock slowly pushed back into your gaping pussy. He grabbed you by the back of the neck and pulled forward so that your tits were crushed onto his chest. As you did so the other black guy put one foot on the couch while he kept one on the floor, you now felt his huge cock nozzle into your tight puckered arse and press home.
The tightness of having one huge cock buried in your pussy made it almost impossible for the other massive cock to fit in your arse, but still he pressed. "Oh fucking God yes, fuck my arse you bastard, FUCK ME" Cathy was in full voice is she begged to more cock. Suddenly your muscles relaxed as eight inches of his solid cock slid into you, the feeling of the two massive cocks inside you made you cum again straightaway. As you did he started to pull back and press it again harder this time, again you climaxed but this time the sensations didn't stop, you were on a high where you were just cumming, your body was wracked, spasming out of control as wave after wave of the most powerful orgasm you ever had swept through you.
You must've **********, for the next thing you could remember was opening your eyes to find that you are lying on your back with the Prince kneeling over your chest so that his cock was just inches from your mouth. Instinctively you lifted up your head and opened your mouth to envelop his hard cock. At the same time you could feel a smooth tongue working your tender pussy. Whoever it was knew exactly what they were doing, and exactly how hard and how fast to lick your clit. As you sucked his cock you looked to the side and saw the two black guys standing together watching the "show" and in the background you could see the Captain still in his uniform.
There is no sign of Katy and you suddenly realised that it must be her tongue you could feel buried in your pussy. This was a first for you, and it excited you more than the cock in your mouth, or the two black cocks that had just been ploughing you. It didn't take long for your expert mouth to make the royal cock cum and a jet of spunk shot into your throat making you gag slightly, you managed to make sure that you didn't spill a drop. He slowly pulled out of your mouth and as he did Katy moved from your pussy and kissed you hard on the mouth, her tongue swirling around yours mixing your pussy juice in her mouth with the spunk in yours. As this was happening you felt another tongue pushing into your pussy and a slightly stubbly chin rubbing against your lips and clit. Breaking away from the kiss you looked to see who's face was between your thighs only to see Richard's eyes looking back up at you. A wave of relief, lust, and raw emotion swept over you as another orgasm started to build. Then the two black guys moved to each side of you and you reach out and grab a cock in each hand, Katy now bent forward and started to suck and bite your erect nipples. Sex never been like this, you had never felt so one with your sexuality, so at one with your inner slut. Your whole adult life had been leading up to this point, this sensation, this peak of the sexual emotion. "Richard, please fuck my pussy, please, please. I need to feel your cock in me now, please, I need you to cum in me while these big black cocks spunk on my tits and Katy licks it all off". In that instance you knew exactly what you wanted. You also do exactly what was going to happen the next day, and how your life was going to change. Your husband was going to be in for a surprise.
The next morning dawned hazy, It was when looking out from the boat and it was when looking into your fuzzy hungover mind. It had started well though, you woke up in bed with Richard, who was attentively licking your swollen used pussy. You cradled his head between your hands as you came, and afterwards you kissed passionately. You showered and dressed and then made your way up on deck looking for the Prince and you found him sitting on the foredeck enjoying the breeze. The early haze meant that the visibility was not very good, but you knew the coastline well enough to realise you were passing Frejus and heading south east down the coast. The Prince patted the seat next to where I was sitting, bidding you to sit down which you did. After enjoying the orgy the night before and then experiencing the difference as Richard made love to you, the pieces of a plan that had been swirling independently of each other in your mind suddenly coalesced forming a clear picture of what you wanted to do next. It was like all the pieces of a jigsaw miraculously falling into place, suddenly the picture was obvious and you could not believe that you hadn't seen it before. It was this picture of the future that you wanted to discuss with the Prince.
"Your highness, I have a proposition to put to you, but first I need to understand my own position. Would I be correct in thinking that the debt my husband owed to Charles Howard has been cleared by you?" The Prince held you in his steady gaze and simply nodded. "Would I also be correct in assuming that my obligation to you was just for one night, for your entertainment?" Again he simply nodded. "Then what I propose your Highness is the following".
You sat together and discussed the details for about an hour as the boat steadily progressed down the coast to what you now understood would be the Port of Nice, where you and Richard would be collected by car, taken to the airport and flown home by private jet. If your plan could be put into practice this was the kind of life style that you intended to enjoy a great deal more of in the future. But first you needed to speak to your husband, because he -whether he liked it or not- was going to be part of your plans.
Shortly after docking you waved off by the Prince and his crew, as well as a number of other people who had the pleasure of you the night before, the trip to the airport and indeed the flight home was routine. A phone was made to your husband so that he would be there to meet you at Biggin Hill when you landed.
Passport control went smoothly, and you walked out of the customs building to see your husband standing by your car. He waved cheerily at you, but then his face dropped as he noticed that you are not alone. In one hand you had a new Gucci handbag, a present from the Prince, while your other hand was firmly holding Richards. You kissed your husband lightly on the cheek and explained that Richard was coming home with you. He didn't argue, but looked confused and upset. When I heard what you had planned he looked a lot more upset, but that was to come later. The plan you had in mind you had agreed internally, both Catherine and Cathy were in full agreement. The plan was going to combine the strengths of both of your personalities, The dispassionate business sense of Catherine, the wild sexuality of Cathy. It only for dawned on you the night before that rather than your two character traits pulling you apart, it was their differences that would make you strong. You had only been away from home for a little over 72 hours, but it felt like a lifetime, so much it changed. The first thing you did when you got home was to sit your husband down to explain the new 'normal'.
"Darling, you having always been a supportive husband, you've worked hard and diligently, that is until this complete fuck up with Charles Howard. The good news is that you no longer owe the half million pounds to Charlie, The bad news is that it was through me that your debt has been paid, therefore you owe me £500,000. I have in my handbag piece of paper, in fact I have a legal document stating as much, signed by the person who cleared the debt. His name is Prince Adel al-Mohaimeed and I have gone into business with him. Richard no longer works for Charlie, but is now my personal assistant. This means his duties will be to look after my every need and to fuck me at least twice a day. You my darling, and I assume you're still wearing the cage that I locked you in, will be kept on for appearances sake's. We will still go out to dinner with our friends, and do things around here we've always done, you will play my dutiful husband. But they won't now is that every second week I will be the Queen of the greatest sex parties in the Mediterranean. The venue will be the Prince's magnificent boat, and the guests will be the personal guest of his Majesty and his close friends. By cruising about just over 12 miles from the coast we will circumvent French law, this means all laws of decency no longer apply, French drug laws no longer apply. We will have the greatest orgies the world has ever seen, and whatever we do and however we do it, it will be totally legal. Darling, In the last few weeks I have had more orgasms than in the 20 years that we've been married, and if you think I could go back to our once-a-week missionary position, you have another think coming. Don't worry darling, you will still be involved in my sex life. You will get to prepare me before Richard fucks me, if you're lucky you'll get to watch while he fucks me, and when Richard has fucked me you can clean me. If you don't agree to any of these things I will divorce you and then take you to court for the £500,000 that you owe me. Do you understand?
Epilog.
The next two weeks was a maelstrom of organization, emails, Skype calls to the Prince’s Palace and the Italian registered boat, which to your amusement was called ‘Subtiliusque Intuenti’. Even with basic ‘school girl’ Latin you quickly worked out the meaning. Visits to BNP Paribas in London were arranged for you to take ID in and accounts were opened for you in Monaco. You quickly learned the various advantages of Non Dom status and also just how much money changed hands between the mega rich. It seemed that there were large numbers of uber wealthy men who rather than becoming entangled with young and pretty airheads much preferred the company of women of experience, who could talk as well as they could fuck. Women who could be trusted to be discrete, not run to the press with juicy titbits in return for a few thousand dollars. These were men and in some cases women not only of extreme wealth but of extreme apatite’s. The Prince told you that in many cases they were very well known, even famous. Politicians, media tycoons, business leaders and even royalty.
In return for the total discretion, as well as the opportunity to mix with their peers they were prepared to pay, and pay handsomely. The figures were eye popping. One weekend’s party on the Subtiliusque Intuenti could rake in millions. You also were made to understand that the parties were without bounds. Except for children you could expect to see the most depraved and deviant sexual acts performed, and more to the point you would be expected to join in if requested. Catherine spent the two weeks taking care of business while Cathy could barely contain her excitement.
Your husband had in the meantime returned to his job in the city. Charlie had smoothed thing over with the Board and his work life went back to normal. His home life however did not. Richard moved into the marital bed and your husband was moved into a spare bedroom. However he was moved into the one with an adjoining door, as this might prove useful from time to time. His cock was now permanently locked in chastity and one key was kept by you and the other well hidden. For the first week of this arrangement you had taken great pleasure in leaving the adjoining door open at night while Richard energetically fucked you to repeated orgasms. When he had finished you would walk through to where your husband was lying in bed and squat over his face as you squeezed out Richard thick cum. If he dared to complain you would lower your pussy onto his mouth and tell him to push his tongue in as you reminded him of the half a million he owed you. Once you were satisfied that he had cleaned you properly you would kiss him on the forehead before rejoining Richard in bed.
With all the final arrangements in place the date of the first official party drew close. A car was sent to collect you and Richard and take you to catch a private jet to Nice where you would meet the boat and greet you guests. The Prince had mentioned a few names, non you knew, and of course nothing was ever written down. The rules were simple. The guests were never there, and what happened on the boat stays on the boat. It was only the third time you had been on a private plane, but you already felt like an old hand. The thought of driving to Gatwick and queuing with in your stocking feet as you luggage was scanned sent shivers through you. As you sat back in your sumptuous cabin seat two other passengers boarded. You quickly recognised them as Katy and David the boats Captain. They had been on two weeks leave to their home in Essex while the boat had undergone a small refit and the Prince had flown back home to take care of some domestic affairs. Now they were also heading south to rejoin the Prince onboard.
The last time you had really seen them was while Katy was expertly licking your swollen and freshly fucked pussy two weeks earlier while her husband sat watching but joining in the fun. Cathy had to know why. “David, why did you not fuck me that night, everyone else had.” David and Katy swapped looks before David spoke.
“I haven’t been allowed to fuck Katy for two years, in fact since we joined the boat. It’s the Prince’s idea and a condition of the job. Katy can only have sex with who he chooses, and when he chooses. You see when a vessel is at sea the Captain is in total command, not the owner, and certainly not the paying guests. It’s the Prince’s way of retaining some degree of authority. I might have total responsibility for the boat and all on her, but he decides who gets to fuck my wife.” He smiled “he calls me his Captain Cuckold.”
You, or more to the point Cathy opened her legs so that they could both clearly see your smooth pussy. “So you can’t fuck me then?” you said challengingly. “Well as I am not on the boat but shortly to be up in the air the Prince’s rules don’t apply, so yes I, or should I say we can fuck you” he said looking at his wife. As the plane climbed up over the Kent country side Richards cock slid smoothly into your arse and you sucked Davids cock as Katy licked you dripping wet pussy. This was the only way to travel.
TBC
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