Blake Garfield - Young housewife in hell

The orgasm was so sudden, so unexpected, so powerful that Lisa screamed in surprise. A clot of gooey pussy cream washed out over her cunt lips in one huge wave. Her clit exploded into action and her cunt wriggled on itself as though it were being fucked by the world's most wonderful cock. She arched her body up off the table and squirmed sinuously on her back, rolling her tits from side to side and bucking her hips into the air. She stared at the four hard cocks that surrounded her face, dying with thirst for the cum she knew they were capable of squirting.

"Please let me stay!" Lisa gasped. "I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Please let me stay!"

Tabitha roared with anger and jumped up onto the table with Lisa. She threw herself on top of the younger woman's body, trying to crush her with her greater weight. She tore and bit at Lisa's firm, round tits, and drove her knee brutally into the spasming gash of Lisa's cunt.

Lisa came harder with each new brutality. "Then you love being whipped?" Larry asked.

"And being fucked, up the ass and in your cunt and down your throat?" Roland asked. "And sucking pussy?" Elsa added.

"And being tied up?" John continued.

"And being used as a toilet?" Faith hissed. "And being degraded? Being a slave?" Otis said.

"And getting the shit fucked out of your slutty little ass?" Tabitha roared.

"Yes!" Lisa screamed, cunt cream pouring out of her wriggling pussy. "Yesssssss! Oh God, yessssss!"

"I knew you would," Larry said, his eyes bright with passion. "I love you, Lisa. You're going to be a perfect trashy little wife."

"For us all," Faith added.

Suddenly Larry's cock was jerking in Elsa's right hand. Lisa watched jism blast from his piss hole, felt it splatter warmly over her face. Something wet and thick and sticky slapped the other side of her face, and Lisa glanced that way to see that Otis was cumming, too. The two men bombarded her with their jism, lines of gooey cock cream splashing over her nose and forehead, spewing into her open mouth and then sprinkling through her golden hair like tiny silver jewels. While the two men doused her face in cum, Tabitha battered her body with her fists.

Lisa climaxed through it all, her lithe young body writhing on the table in a sensuous display of mindless lust. She knew that she had doomed herself to a life of slavery and pain and degradation, but it didn't seem to matter much anymore. She knew that these people and many others would use and abuse her sexy young body in any way their whims moved them. She knew that she would be little more than a communal sex toy, a town whore for the upper crust, a dumping ground for jism, a willing masochist for anyone's sadistic urges.

Lisa needed the pain, the fucking, the degradation. She needed the abuse far more than Larry and the others needed to deal it out. She knew that she was a marked woman now. Even if she left this house and these people behind, she couldn't live without the abuse. And wherever she went, sooner or later someone would find out.

Roland started cumming, splashing Lisa's beautiful, soiled face with creamy cum. Then John started blasting his cum-load, protesting loudly that he never came twice in one night. His fuck-slime was so thick that it slapped down on Lisa's face like fat, squirming white worms.

She wallowed in it all, and climaxed over and over again.

Lisa had made her entrance into high society.