Anonymous - Degraded wife

"I want you," she whimpered, "I want to feel that cock plugging into my cunt. I need that dick stuffing itself into me. I have to be fucked, and fucked and fucked, until my cunt it sore. For god's sake, don't take it out!"

"That's a lot better," he said, "And now I want to hear what a miserable bastard you've been, and what a bitch you are."

"I am," she muttered, "I'm a bitch, I a no good, miserable bitch, that treats people like shit. I'm a bitch that just wants to be fucked over and over again by rock hard cocks."

As Stu laughed, he plowed into his wife's dripping twat, sending thrills to rush across her body, leaving her limp and hot with her own passion. She had never felt a fucking that was this good before, and she was savoring every second of it.

Stu lifted himself up on his arms now, so he could look down and see his wife's head tossing back and forth in ecstasy, with her eyes closed and her long black hair, flying in every direction.

He also delighted in the sight of her fat tits jumping and bouncing about as he humped her, with their nipples still red from the rough treatment he had given them.

Then he felt his tool began to really swell and and get red hot and he knew that he was nearing his climax. Unknown to him, Debbie was also getting near her orgasm, and she felt her cunt walls quivering in pre-climax.

She could not believe that fucking could feel so good, and she was wild with lust as she shoved her cunt against the probing tool, until she came.

"I'm coming!" she screamed, as her body became petrified.

And at the same moment, Stu also came, unloading his steaming semen into her cunt, battering at her back wall with the jets of jism. His tool kicked like a mule, and Debbie felt as if it was going to rupture her vagina, it was jerking so violently.

Again and again, the sticky spunk poured into her, leaving her box wet and gooey. It was mixing with her own love dew, and the combination of the two was making her completely lost in a world of passion and lust.

It seemed as though the entire room were red and spinning as she lay there and let her some climax over and over again.

"It was the best come either of us ever had," commented Stu to Gary, "And after that night, I knew how to please her. It was simple, all she wanted to do was be submissive. So I told her what to do, and she did it. And if she didn't want to do it, I made her do it, and she loved me for that."

"Why did you two split up?" asked Gary.

"She got a little too submissive," he responded, "and turned into a regular nymphomaniac. I caught her one day with six guys in a garage."

"But she was a bizarre case," said-Gary, "Not every woman wanted to be dominated."

"That's where you're wrong," said Stu. "It's part of their up-bringing., socialization and all that. Let me explain. A little girl is taught that she should never let a man touch her, that if she does, she is dirty.

"And when she grows up, if she sees more than one man, she is a tramp. The boys, on the other hand, are looked upon favorably if they're fucking six girls. This sets up a problem for the women. On the one hand, they want to enjoy sex, but on the other hand, they feel dirty and perverse if they enjoy it.

"That is where submission comes in. When a woman feels as if she is forced to perform sexual acts, she if free of the responsibility of performing the acts, therefore, she if free of guilt. It's really very simple."

"You mean that Teri needs to be dominated?" asked Gary in surprise.

"Not only needs it, wants it," he answered, "Think about it. When you made it with your nurse, wasn't there a trace of submission in her actions?"

"Now that you mention it," said Gary, "You're right. She did like it when I told her what to do, and made her do things for me."

"Told you," said Stu, "And Teri wants the same thing."

Gary just sat there and thought it over. It did sort of make sense, and Gina had liked it when he abused her and made her do things, but Teri was a different story.

She hated to be forced to do things.

"Wait a minute," he said, "What about Maria. You don't force her to perform weird sex acts with you. She's not submissive."

"What makes you think that," said Stu flatly.

"You mean…?" said Gary.

"Maria and I have a perfect sexual relationship. My wife was submissive when I met her. She was brought up in a strict Spanish fashion, where the man in always dominant, and the woman does as she is told. I merely took her natural up-bringing and showed her that sex could, be handled in this fashion also.

"She had never had an orgasm when she met me, and that was when she was twenty-seven years old. Why? Guilt. She felt that enjoying sex was wrong, and made her a loose woman, until I forced her to do things, and she did not have to accept the responsibility of the acts. Now she comes every time we have sex."

"I can't believe it," said Gary shaking his head.

"Okay, look," said Stu, "You're a close friend, and Maria likes you. I'll prove it to you."

He leaned out into the hall and called his wife's name.

The Spanish woman came bouncing into the room, smiling.

"What's up?" she asked.

"Sit down here," directed Stu to the sofa.

"Okay," replied Maria, shrugging her shoulders.

"Now," said Stu, "Open your blouse."

"Honey," said Maria, obviously a bit disturbed, "We have company. Later."

"I said open it, now," said Stu, emphasizing the last word.

Then an amazing change came over Maria. With the tone of his voice, Stu changed her entire personality, and she became incredibly docile. Her lingers went to work on the buttons of her top, and she soon had all of them undone.

"Pull it open," said Stu, "We want to see your tits."

Maria did it, exposing her lovely chest to the two men. Her tits were nice and round, and they nestled provocatively in her white bra. Gary could see the nipples pressing against the material.

"Nice, aren't they?" asked Stu.

"Take the blouse off," he said, and take off your panty-hose as well."

His wife peeled the shirt off her lovely shoulders and then stood up.

She was standing there, not really looking at either of us, acting as if she were alone in the room. She put her hands under her skirt, and pulled it up, so that she could get hold of her panty-hose.

From where Gary was sitting, he had a perfect view of her shapely legs and the bulge of her pubis. It stretched the thin material of her briefs, and he could see that it was covered with a thick mat of dark, curly hair.

As he looked at her cunt and beautiful legs, he felt his tool moving in his pants. He tried to control the emotion, for after all, this was his friend's wife, but he was not able to do so.

She grabbed the waistband and yanked the hose down over her hips and off her legs. Gary watched the material slide off her and her imagined himself running his hand over her smooth legs.

"Makes your dick tingle, to look at her, doesn't it?" said Stu bluntly.

"Well… I," stuttered Gary.

"No need to deny it," said Stu, Maria can see the bulge in your pants, and she can tell by the way that you're looking at her that you want to touch her in all her most private places. Take off your skirt so that we can see your cunt and ass again."

The woman unzipped the skirt, and dropped it to the floor. She then sat back in the chair, sitting only in her bra and panties.

"She has a wonderful body," said Stu. He walked over to her land grabbed hold of one of her tits. The moment he did so, the woman groaned, and a flush came, to her cheeks.

"You know what's going to happen now, don't you?" he said to his wife as he fondled her.

"Yes," she answered, "You're going to feel me up in front of Gary. You're going to abuse me and let him watch. And then you're going to fuck me."