Robert Mills - Slut wife

The small bar was deserted but an ample supply of whiskey remained visible. Melissa helped herself to a bottle, poured a large amount into a water glass and added ice. Then she carried it back to where she had been sitting.

The man from the record player was waiting for her.

Two more men had arrived. Would she join the circle? She would and did. The music started again as she sank down on the soft carpet and blurred faces moved around and around. She tried to focus her vision on the faces but the lights were too bright and all she could see were blobs.

The music stopped.

"Suck!" someone shouted.

A massive, cock was thrust into her face. She winced, then opened her mouth and let it touch her tongue. It felt soft and warm and, having touched it, she wanted more. She closed her lips about the taut flesh and rubbed it gently with the tip of her tongue. The music started, the cock was pulled free of her lips and the outer circle moved again.

Melissa muttered, "Damn."

Two more rounds of music, two more cocks thrust into her mouth. Two more hasty retreats and the moving circle became smaller and smaller. Melissa was becoming excited.

The next time, the music was on longer, the circle moved slower. When it stopped, anxious hands grasped protruding pricks and thrust them into wet mouths. Melissa grasped the dangling cock that paused before her and closed her tongue round. Nothing was going to stop her from sucking out some of that sweet cockjuice that she was craving so strongly. She pushed the hard shaft deep into her throat, closed her lips about it and began to suck. God, it was good.

"Take it easy, baby," a voice said humorously. "We've got a long night."

Melissa peered up at the face above her but it was only a dark shadow. She said, "Oh shit!" She released the prick.

"Jerk him off, baby," someone suggested.

Melissa grasped the dangling cock again.

"That's it, baby. Give him a handjob."

Melissa winced. "No, damn it!" she snapped. "Let him jack himself off!"

A man laughed harshly. "That's the ticket, lover-boy! Go fuck yourself in the bathroom."

"No!" Melissa cried in an outburst of irritation. "I want to see him do it!"

"That's the thing, lover boy. Jack off for the little lady!"

Angry voices cut them short. "Get on with the game! We have some loaded cocks too."

The music started, the circle moved on.

Melissa was beginning to feel cheated. It was frustrating to have so many beautiful pricks thrust into her mouth and not having the pleasure of sucking them. She decided to rebel. The next one would be hers, she promised, even if she had to bite it off to keep it.

The music stopped.

A hairy scrotum dangled in front of her eyes and a long hard prick aimed at her mouth. She opened her lips to take it in, reminding herself that this cock was going to bring her pleasure. No puffing free, no moving on. This would be hers to nuzzle, to fondle, to suck dry of cum.

"You're out!" a voice cried. "Remove yourself from the game!"

She glared in the direction of the voice. "Oh shit!" she blurted.

A hand grasped her arm, tugged her to her feet. "Come with me, honey. Let's go fuck!"

She wasn't certain she wanted to go but she went, following the arm, moving away from the circle of men, from the excitement and away from all those beautiful cocks. She was mad.

The hand guided her around bodies fucking together, embracing, making passionate love. Couples were occupying any open space they could find on the floor, fucking hard and fast. All of the losers were pairing off becoming lovers, fucking and sucking. What a beautiful game, she thought.

"We can stop here," the voice said.

The tugging hand stopped and move to her shoulder. She could feel the brush of a warm body beside her, but she didn't want to look at her partner. It was more fun this way. She settled down as the hand pushed on her shoulder.

She sat down on the rug, then lay back, lying flat on the soft plush rug. She could feel the touch of his fingers on her stomach. She wouldn't look, she would prefer not to know, then she wouldn't have to feel guilty because she was giving in, because she was going to permit a stranger to play with her cunt and fuck her if desired. If she was to be fucked, then she would be fucked, but she wouldn't have to watch the man while he was doing it.

"Go on, fuck me," she chided. "I know this is the way the game is played and I promised to play the game."

"Nice girl," the voice said.

She felt the fingers on her stomach move downward, seeking the hair of her pussy, twisting it, pulling gently, like Martin used to do. She thought of how nice it would be if it could be Martin, if he was only here and he was the man who was fucking her.

Something soft touched her wet cuntlips and she felt the knob of his cock brush the hot skin. She spread her legs, opening her cunt wide, begging for the hot stiff cock to fuck her.

"Here it comes, baby," the man said.

The pressure increased, there was a brief pause as he rubbed the head of his cock in the wet pussyjuice. Then she felt it slither up into her pussy.

"I love you, Martin," she whispered. "Fuck me, darling, like I've never been fucked before."

"Yes, baby," the voice said.

The sound of the voice ripped at her memory. She opened her eyes. She looked at the face above her. "Martin? Is that you, Martin?"

"Yes, Lissa. It's me."

"Oh my God, Martin!"

"It doesn't matter, Lissa. I'm here and I'm going to fuck you!"

It was Martin, he was here and he was going to fuck her.

"Yes, Martin! Please," she begged. "Fuck me, darling!"

"I knew you would be here, Lissa," he explained in her ear. "I wanted you to come.

The last five words burned in her brain. He wanted her to come. He wanted her to be a part of the stag party. "Oh God, Martin!" she cried. "Why, darling? Why?"

"To prove I love you, baby. Sandino told me how he forced you. I took you away from the other party. I just wanted you to think it was Buck."

It was too much. She couldn't think of all those things right now. She tried to explain. "Sandino…Bucky…he…he…"

"I know, baby. I know all about it. It won't happen again."

"Oh God…" she moaned.

"It doesn't matter, darling," Martin assured her. "I love you. I want you even if I have to share you with other men."

He had to stop talking because he had pulled his cock from her hot cunt and was now down pushing his face into it. She could feel his tongue in her pussy, licking the hot juice. It curled into her wet cunt, flicked at her clit.

"But I want you for myself," he added. "Just for me."

"Oh yes, darling!" Melissa moaned. "You silly, marvelous, wonderful guy! Take me, Martin! Eat my cunt and tell me again of your love. I love your cock. I want to take it in my mouth, in my cunt, even in my ass. I want only you, darling!"

Beautiful things were happening in her body and she realized it was Martin who was causing them. She liked what he was doing and wanted more. She wanted to feel his stiff prick pumping in and out of her cunt, slapping her belly at every thrust. She wanted to feel his teeth on her tits, to know that he was making love to her because he loved her. He said that it didn't matter if he had to share her with other men, that he still loved her.

"Oh, Martin, darling! Oh, I never have to do that again. I love you! I want only you, darling! Rick me, sweetheart! Make me come with happiness!"

Then suddenly, she realized that he was fucking her. He was arched over her, his face only inches from her head, his breath warming her cheek. He was fucking her as she had never been fucked before, his gouging prick slapping against her pussy, waking her to a new plateau of pleasure.

"Fuck me, honey!" she cried. "Fuck hard! Oh Martin, fuck me hard!"