Anonymous - Degraded wife

Debbie was a high-class bitch with a long length of black hair, a puckered mouth, big eyes and long neck. She had a great body, with long legs, wide hips, and tits that stuck out nice and high.

Then Stu went back five years and told what had happened after a party they had gone to together.

Debbie walked into the room followed by her fuming husband. He had been drinking heavily, and they had had a bad fight.

"You stupid asshole," snapped Debbie, as she threw her mink stole on the bed.

"You little bitch," responded Stu as he lurched into the room after her, "You made a fool out of me in front of all those people."

"You made a fool of yourself," she responded, not even looking at him.

She was staring at herself in the mirror, removing her false eye-lashes, lipstick and eye-shadow.

Stu slumped in a chair and pulled his tie and jacket off. He stared at her lovely back, completely naked in the low-cut dress.

"Look at you," she continued, "The way you were drinking is disgusting. That was why you made a spectacle of yourself."

"I did not do anything," he yelled, "You are the one who began to laugh at me and humiliate me."

He stood up and walked over to her, pushing his face next to hers as he talked.

"Turn your head away from me," she snorted, "You smell awful."

She removed her shoes, and then hiked her dress up so that she could unhook her stockings from her garter belt. Stu looked at his wife's legs, and admired her beautifully formed limbs. They looked so smooth and firm. As he looked, and watched her peel her stockings off, he felt his dick twitch.

"I don't want to talk about it anymore," she said, "Besides, you're stinking drunk, and you don't even know what you're saying."

She stood up now, and unhooked the back of her dress, pulling the zipper down and stepping out of the skin-tight gown. Stu thought about how good she looked standing there dressed only in her black, lacy bra, and frilly underwear. She was like some sort of pin-up girl.

"Okay," he agreed finally, as his dick began to swell, "Let's make up."

He grabbed her from behind and bit her ear, then slid one of his hands over her big tit.

She wrenched loose from his grip and replied, "None of that. You stick, and besides, I have a terrible headache from your yelling."

"Damn it!" yelled Stu, "You never want it when I say so. We only do it when you want to. Well this time, I say when. And I want to screw, right now!"

Debbie turned to him and smiled, "Alright," she said, "In that case, get a board with a hole in it and screw to your heart's content."

Then she unhooked her bra.

Stu grabbed her from behind, one hand grasping both of her wrists, trapping her arms behind her, and the other tearing the black bra away from her knockers. The tits spilled out in front of her, still sitting high on her chest. The two round globes just hung there, as he faced her towards the mirror.

"You're hurting me," she whined.

He pushed her arms up further, until she stopped struggling and then he kissed her on the back of the neck.

"Nice boobs you have," stated Stu, "but even nicer when they're being felt up."

Saying this, he took his free hand and gasped one of his wife's pendulous knockers and squeezed it roughly.

"Let me go!" she yelled.

"No way," he responded, twisting the handful of tit flesh he held, "This time, I'm deciding things, and we're going to make love. You're my wife, and you have a duty to satisfy me."

He slid his hand over to her other tit, as she tried in vain to break his grip. Her struggling only succeeded in hurting her arms, however, and in a short while, she stopped, and quietly watched her husband as he forcefully fondled her tit flesh.

In the mirror, she could see her well-formed body, with her huge tit hanging out, and her husband standing behind her. His hand was on her jugs, squeezing and grabbing at her, sinking his lingers in her soft, yielding flesh, and pulling the knocker from side to side as he did so.

"Enjoying the show?" asked Stu, "You better, because this is only the start."

She was angered by his words, but she had to admit that he pussy was beginning to get warm from the relentless tugging on her tits. The fact that she was able to watch her tits be abused by his hand was even more thrilling, and she relaxed even more in his grip as he kept feeling her up.

Her nipples were erect by now, and Stu grabbed hold of one of these fleshy knobs and pulled. He yanked straight out, causing her entire mound to stretch forward, shaping it into a long, taut point.

"Ow, you're hurting me," she complained.

"That's too bad," he answered, and gave her nipple a cruel twist as he held it.

This made her gasp, but also gave her a twinge in her pussy. Then he released the nub and let the tit fly back against her chest, watching it bounce and shake as it did so. Her heavy mound were getting red from his abuse, but she was beginning to like it. He grabbed the other nipple, and pinched the dark pebble as hard as he could between his fingers.

"Uh!" grunted Debbie, but he did not let go.

He just kept pressing his fingers against the nipple, until it was flattened like a penny. Then he dragged that tit down, pulling as hard as he could. The tit was forced down as far as it would go, but he just kept pulling, and Debbie was forced to bend over so that she could endure the pain.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" she yelled in anger and shame.

"Putting those melons of yours to their proper use," answered Stu, "You never let me handle them like I want to, not even a little, so tonight I'm going to handle them like they never have been before."

And just as he said this, he dug his fingernails into the trapped flesh. Debbie felt her body shudder, and then she noticed the moistness in her panties. This jerking and tweaking of her tits was making her hotter than she dare admit.

"Okay," said firmly, "Enough of this. Let's get down to some real action."

As he said this, he flung her onto the bed. She rubbed her freed wrists, and then looked down at her massive chest, to see if there were any marks. There were, a few deep red indentations on her nipples, where she had been pinched.

When she looked up again, she saw that Stu was completely naked now, and mat his tool was hot and hard. It was sticking out in its gentle curve from his pubis and was bobbing up and down with malicious intent.

"Take off your panties," he told her 'as he stood over her.

"I will not," she responded, crossing her legs and covering her chest with her arms. "I think you've had enough fun for tonight. You know you hurt my breasts terribly that way you were handling them."

"I said get them off!" he yelled this time.

"And I said no," she answered.

Then the back of his hand rocketed into her face, and smacked her back onto the bed. The sheer fact that he dared to strike her shocked her far more than the blow itself, and she just lay there, feeling the stinging on her cheek and tried to understand what was happening.

Then he grabbed her by her nipples again, this time with both hands, and yanked upward. He had a real good hold on the rubbery tips, and when he pulled up, he began to lift her up along with the nipples.

"Oh, God!" she screamed, grabbed her mounds, "you're killing me!"

Stu did not respond at first, but then said, "Take off your panties."

He kept hauling her up by her knockers, until he was actually raising her off the bed. His face was a mask of pain, and her hands released her tortured tits and slid her panties off her round hips.

"That's better," he said, releasing her nipples and letting her drop back onto the bed.

She rubbed her tormented tits, until Stu unexpectedly sat down on her chest.

He trapped her arms and hands under his legs and Debbie found herself in the uncomfortable position of having her tits pressed against her body while a dick hung a few inches from her face.