Robert Mills - Slut wife

She was seeing the people about her through a haze, which made it difficult to determine exactly what was going on. She knew that the other women were naked and she could see the little blonde, who had been on the sofa when she came in, bending over, clutching the back of a chair while a man rubbed her asscheeks. Then he spread the cheeks of her ass and was pushing his cock into the asshole. Melissa turned away, embarrassed.

She became aware that a hand was rubbing her left tit. She couldn't focus her eyes properly and she looked at her feet. That was when she discovered that another man was sitting on them. His hand was thrust up between her legs and one finger was worming up into her cunt.

"Doon wanna finger in my cunt," she sputtered. She raised herself on tiptoe, pulling free from the finger probing her pussy. A hand clasped about her ankle, held her back, and she kicked at it with her free foot. Someone tapped her on the back.

"Bend over, baby. I'll stick it in back here," a voice suggested.

She twisted, looking for the speaker. "Doon want no cock in my ash," she lisped. "Go 'way."

The man behind put pressure on her back, thrust an arm about her waist to hold her steady.

"I want to fuck you in the ass. Bend over."

"Go 'way," Melissa said.

The voice was becoming demanding. "Bend over!"

"No!"

The pressure on her stomach increased, the hand on her back pushed harder.

The man behind her sounded mad and he was becoming mean.

"When I say fuck you in the ass, I mean fuck you in the ass!" he growled. "bend over!"

"Get yer finger outa my cunt," she blurted. She slapped at the man sitting at her feet, then twisted to catch a glimpse of the man behind her. The hand grasped her shoulder, pushed on it, forcing her body forward. The voice rasped in her ear. "Bend over, you stupid slut! I want to fuck your ass!"

Her body was forced to bend, she found her head lowered to the elevation of the head of the man in front of her. Her hands rested on his shoulders and she could see his tongue as it darted out and flicked at her breast.

"Doon wan' you suckin' my tit!"

The hand on her shoulder pushed harder, fingers probed her asscheeks and she could feel something huge and hard forcing into the crack of her ass.

"Doon wan no cock in my ash!"

A resounding smack on her ass jolted her forward and left a red splotch on her asscheeks.

"Hold still, you damn whore!" a voice bellowed; The hard object probing her asshole moved downward, rubbed against the lips of her pussy, then a body slapped against her as the stiff object was thrust into her unwilling cunt.

She wiggled her ass, slapped at the man with a free arm.

"Doon wanna fuck dog-fashion," she wailed. "Wanna fuck right!"

The tongue was licking her nipple and a firm hand grasped her left tit. She slapped at it.

"Go 'way ya ashhole!" she gasped in dismay. "Doon wan'ya bitin' my tit!" She slapped again.

The massive hand cracked down on her hip and she flinched. The voice behind her was demanding that she hold still. The groin of the cocksman beat against her asscheeks as the stud fucked his shaft into her tight cunt.

No man had ever treated her this way before and she wouldn't put up with it. She thrashed at the figure in front of her, pounding him with her fists. The hold on her body loosened, the cock in her pussy was removed and a soft voice spoke in her ear. A gentle hand grasped her arm.

"Come with me, honey. I got rid of those assholes. Let's you and me find a place we can be alone."

She felt a gentle tug on her wrist and moved along with him, away from the noise, the grasping hands and the vulgar voices. She decided she liked the owner of this new voice and forgot that she was naked.

"We can be alone here."

She knew he had taken her somewhere in the house and she sensed it was a bedroom. His arm was over her shoulder, guiding her and she moved along as directed. Then she knew she was standing beside a bed and he was urging her to lie down onit.

"There's a lot of ways of doing it, pet," he was telling her. "It's nice when the gal hangs over a chair. It's also good when she leans over and grasps her ankles with her hands. That pushes her beautiful ass up in the air and leaves her cunt right there in the open, just begging for a hot cock to come.

He had his arms around her, was rubbing her back, roving down to her ass, patting the round cheeks with little love pats.

"We don't have to be shy, pet. Cunt has always been on my mind. It's a very nice thing to play with."

He was licking her earlobes and it tickled and she wanted to giggle. He was still talking to her, saying those funny things that was making her feel so much at ease. She liked what he was doing and what he was saying.

"There's more to fucking than just sticking your cock into a pussy. I like to finger the gut a little bit, then, when she is nice and hot and has a lot of sweet juice chipping from her pussy, I jab my meat into her."

Now she giggled and his lips pressed firmly on her cheek.

"Yur funny."

That made him laugh and she decided she liked him very much.

"Fucking is nice too," he whispered. "You get down on your hands and knees and aim your ass toward that corner of the room, then I come over and stick my prick into your little cunt and we go to town. I suck 'em, fuck 'em and pluck 'em. It's all in a day's fun, pet."

He was moving her closer to the bed, putting more pressure on her shoulder.

"All you have to do is lie down, spread your legs and let me stick my cock into you. Then, if you wiggle a little bit, I'll work your cunt into a real pleasure storm. After I'm through, then you can suck my cock until I can shoot another wad and we do it all over again. Ready, pet?"

She was so tired, so awful, awful tired. It would be nice to sleep. The nice man was telling her to lie down and that pleased her. She closed her eyes and sank back on the soft mattress.

She felt something warm brush her lips and realized he had kissed her. Then his lips were on her shoulders and working down to her tits. His fingers were pinching her nipples gently and the sensation was sending electric messages to her cunt, then he was licking one, flicking it, teasing it in a way that was very pleasant and reassuring.

He was so gentle!

She could feel his soft tongue on her stomach, licking the skin, sending tremor after tremor through her body. It was so nice, so pleasing, she loved it.

The closer he came to her cunt, the more she began to tremble. It was beautiful, it was marvelous. It was maddening!

Then she realized what the man's intentions were. She wanted to say no, to tell him that she was married and couldn't let a strange man fuck her, but her voice wouldn't make the words. Instead, she heard herself saying, "My cunt is burning up! Hurry! Stick your cock in me!"

A finger traced a line around her tit. "Be patient," the voice said softly.

She reached for him, seeking his body, desiring to pull him to her, to force his cock into her pussy. She wanted to cry.

"Oh God! It's burning up! Lick it, suck it, do something, please do something!"

Tender, gentle fingers probed the hot lips of her cunt, seeking her clitoris, touching it, squeezing it, bringing it to a firm erection.

"Stick your cock in me!" Melissa moaned in growing passion. "Fuck my cunt now! Fuck it hard! I'm dying for your cock!"

The bed creaked as his weight came down on it and she could feel him moving her legs apart, then the soft touch of his skin as he positioned himself above her. Soft fingers probed the folds of flesh at the opening of her cunt, then the warm round head of his prick was pushed gently into the opening.

He was teasing her pussy; rubbing the round knob of his cock in the juice of her cunt. Then he placed it in the opening again. She wanted to grab it, pull it, shove it into her hot slippery cunt. He was being so slow.