Robert Mills - Slut wife

After hours of rolling on the bed, draping herself over chairs and going down on fours like an animal in heat, she had told him it was enough, that she wanted her clothing and was going home.

He gave her an amused grin. "You're funny," he told her. He burst into laughter.

"I'm leaving," Melissa said in a firmer tone.

The man glared at her. "You're going to shit!" he barked at her. "I called you because I want to fuck and that's what you're going to do-fuck!"

Melissa cringed.

"Please," she begged.

His eyes rolled and he drew his lips back in an evil grin. "Please," he mimicked.

Melissa peered helplessly at the pile of clothing beside the bed. She wanted to grab it, to dress and run, but she knew she couldn't. He would never permit her to dress and she couldn't leave naked. The man had become an animal. She tried to think.

"You can at least let me go to the bathroom," she pleaded.

"Sure, go shit, baby. Then I've got some more hot cock for you."

She reached for the pile of clothing, grasping for the skirt. Immediately he leaped at her. His hand swung around, landed with a loud smack on the side of her face. She rocked back in pain.

"Don't try that on me, you little bitch!"

Melissa fell back on the floor, tears welling up into her eyes. She could see him standing over her, arm raised, as if to hit her again. She raised her hands to shield her face. She began to cry.

Someone rattled the door.

The man turned away. He strode quickly to the door and threw it open. Two men sauntered in. He stood back, waved them inside.

"There she is fellows," he said, with a nod toward Melissa. "Fifty bucks gets you the best fuck this side of St. Louis."

"She really put on a show," one of them said. The driver laughed again -and pushed the door shut. He looked at the two newcomers. Then he grabbed the bills they pulled from their wallets. "She's still got a lot of good cunt left," he said. "Fucking doesn't hurt her any.

One of the men slapped him on the shoulder. "You always was a picker, Bucky," he exclaimed. "This time you really got a lulu."

Melissa grabbed for the bundle of clothing, climbed clumsily to her feet and headed for the bathroom. Bucky leaped in front of her. He jerked her arm and pulled her back to the bed.

"She's full of shit and vinegar," he said, panting. "You may have to hold, her down. What she needs is a good stiff prick right up her ass!"

Strong hands pushed her to her knees and she could see faces milling around her. One man was opening the fly of his pants. His cock flopped out. "I've got a good prick right here," he bragged. "That little ole gal is going to get a real ass-fuckin'."

Both men were undressing and Melissa watched them with tenor-stricken eyes.

Someone was standing over her, staring down at her. She could see a huge bag of balls and a gigantic prick. Then huge hands were forcing her back, flat on the floor. Then he was kneeling over her, thrusting his hand into her cunt while his friends looked on.

"Don't spoil it, Stacy," a voice said. "Make her eat your cock, first, then fuck her in the ass.

She could see the driver, the man whom the others had called Bucky, leaning over her.

"This gal is prime cunt," he said, grinning down at her. "She sucks you off like a saint but her fucking is like being in heaven. Don't spoil things, fellows. This cunt is top choice. Don't waste a load on her ass when she's such a good cocksucker."

Stacy made a face and rubbed his bloated cock. "You let her mouth-fuck you, Marty. Buck can bite her tits and I'll fuck her asshole."

Bucky cackled. "Do it any way you please. For another fifty, you guys can fuck her any way you want."

The third man was standing over her. He appeared to be aiming his prick at her face. "Ill take her mouth," he chirped. "I want to blow her full of good hot cum, My prick is just throbbing for action."

"Then fuck her mouth, stupid," Stacy said.

Melissa heard Bucky laugh and she shuddered. She tried to clamp her mouth shut but a hand at her chin, with fingers pressing her cheeks from each side, forced her mouth open. Marty lowered himself over her and aimed his prick into her oval cavity.

He pushed her hands away and jabbed downward, forcing his stiff prick into her mouth. "You bite me, girl, and I'll put out your eyes!" he threatened. He jammed his cock home, banging it against her throat. He grunted as his cock hit bottom. Then he pulled it back and did it again.

Melissa stiffened, moaned, and tears flowed down her cheeks. She was hurt and humiliated. She wasn't a whore or a paid prostitute. It wasn't right that they should treat her this way. In desperation she lifted her hands and grasped for the man above her.

"You like it, hun?" Marty cried. "Then here's some more cock." He began thrusting with great speed, pumping his ass up and down, driving his stiff prick into her mouth.

"Close your lips tight, baby," he told her. "I'm building a big load for you."

Stacy was working at her buttocks, probing for the hole he wanted to play with. "She's too flat on the floor," he complained. "I can't get my cock in her ass."

Marty grunted, but didn't slow his action. "Then stick it in her cunt, you damn fool," he panted. "I ain't goin' ta spoil this fuck because you ain't got no sense.

Bucky was eyeing the situation, looking for a way to improve Stacy's position. "Stick a pillow under her ass," he suggested. "That always makes fuckin' better.

Stacy found a pillow.

"Raise your ass, girlie!" he bellowed. I want to get a good look at your cunt!"

"Martin, honey, you're a wonderful cocksman," Melissa muttered. "Aren't you tiring, darling?"

Marty glared at Bucky, who was sitting on the floor, squeezing Melissa's tits. "What's this stupid bitch muttering about?" he growled. He stopped fucking for a moment. "She won't hold her lips tight and my cock don't want to come. Can't you do something with her, for Christ's sake?"

Bucky frowned. "You wanted to fuck her that way," he snorted. "If you can't get your load off, that ain't my fault. It still costs you a hundred bucks."

Marty slapped Melissa on the stomach. "Close your mouth, you stupid whore! I want to get junior to pissin like he's supposed to."

"No rough stuff," Bucky cautioned. "This babe isn't from Anderson's."

Marty slowed down. "You mean she ain't a real whore?"

"She's just a friend," Bucky said.

"Then I ain't gonna give you a damn dime! You said you had a gal who could cock suck. This one ain't worth a shit!"

"You blow your rocks and give me the money or you might find yourself at the bottom of the bay!" Bucky pointed an accusing finger at Marty. "Don't pull a rip off on me or you're dead!"

Marty said, "Oh shit!" He started jacking up and down again.

"I love the way you fuck, Martin," Melissa moaned. She tried to move her head but the prick in her mouth held her fast. "Can't we stop now? You must be very tired."

Marty slapped her on the cheek. "Shut up you stupid slut! Ole junior is building up a wad and you're going to get it."

He braced himself on his arms while he fucked up and down, ramming his throbbing cock into her mouth.

"Oh Jesus, baby," he gurgled.

"Here comes a hot batch!"

He grunted. "Jeeesssuuus!" He jabbed his flaring cock deep into her oral throat cavity.

"Take it, you fuckin' slut!" he bellowed. "Have a mouthful of cum!"

Stacy was attempting to force his inflated cock into her cunt. "This is a hell of a mess," he complained. "This here bag ain't giving me no help at all."

Bucky stopped squeezing her tits and glared at Stacy. "Then get your goddamn cock outta her ass and get the hell outta here! Her husband will be here to get her in about ten minutes."

"Oh Jesus Christ!" Stacy pulled his cock free from her reluctant cunt.