Blake Garfield - Young housewife in hell

Larry started to grab the funnel back from Lisa, but before he could the delirious blonde plunged the sharpened tip into the wet grotto of her mouth. She jerked and twisted like a madwoman when Lisa's palm touched her pouting pink cunt lips. Larry just leaned back and watched with pleasure while his sexy young wife slurped up her own blood and shit from the soiled funnel.

Lisa was feeling sensations she had never even dream existed. The fluttering that made her cunt squirm and moisten was reaching up through the rest of her lean, sexy body.

Her stomach felt as though it were full of tiny, scurrying animals. Her tits were hot as a pair of twin suns hanging high on her chest, burning with an inner fire that made her tit flesh swell and her nipples harden into sharp spikes. Her ass clamped tight around the burning cream that filled it, welcoming the waves of fiery agony that followed as though they were the sweetest of pleaures. Her whole body was alive with a passion that made her shake with ecstasy and pain.

The taste of the filthy funnel was even worse than the smell, and Lisa retched again and again. She emptied her stomach and then dry heaved, her throat convulsing painfully. But the rank taste made her cunt wring like a wet washcloth in the hands of a strong man. Each time her tender pink pussy flesh squeezed itself together it was wetter, not just with piss now but with the bubbling juices of sexual ecstasy.

"Little housewife getting wet, no?" Elsa asked, giggling slyly as she cupped Lisa's wriggling cunt with her palm. "Mr. Hart, can we set the pussycat free?"

"You in that big a hurry to play?" Larry asked, entranced by the sight of his beautiful wife sucking clean the filthy funnel. "I guess you're right. It's almost time for the party. Lisa needs to be ready in about an hour. At least, she does if she passes muster and still lives here by then."

With a shock, Lisa realized she had forgotten all about the party. It had been the only thing on her mind for the last week, but the hour of sexual abuse she'd suffered at Larry's hand had dashed it completely from her mind. The thought of how in a couple hours she would have to appear the poised young socialite in front of some of the most powerful people in town added fuel to the confused blonde's excitement. The idea that she had to earn the right to be at the party by pleasuring her husband and the maid turned Lisa's cunt into a boiling caldron of lust.

"Oh… party…" she mumbled, her cunt beating a tattoo against Elsa's restraining hand. She clamped her thighs tightly around the woman's wrist, holding it to her squirming pussy. "I've done everything… I'll do anything."

"You have, and you will," Larry agreed. "Let her down, Elsa. Well take her back to our bedroom now. I know how much you love fucking on that big soft bed. It might be a good place to break in a virgin."

"The pussycat isn't a virgin at much anymore," Elsa cooed, pulling her hand out from between Lisa's silky, trembling thighs. "After I get through with her, she won't be virgin at anything."

They talked about her as though she were a beast they had domesticated, as though she were some interesting party game they had discovered. The thought that it was her husband and a mere servant talking about her as if she were a piece of meat they owned turned Lisa on even more.

Her cunt boiled over, and her svelte young body twisted and twitched through an orgasm she would never have believed she could have.

Every inch of her silky, tanned skin felt as though it had been inflamed, swollen to the point where it was painful to the touch. Her tits felt especially swollen, filled with blood and tingling with sensation. Her cunt was squirming like a separate, living creature, working on itself and drooling thick waves of slippery pussy cream all over her whip-welted ass. Lisa shuddered and thrashed like a spastic, unable to control her body. The orgasm controlled her now, an orgasm born of humiliation and torture. Lisa knew that by having it she was changing her life forever. Larry softly unfastened the clasps on the cuffs that held Lisa's ankles. "Watch out below!"

The sudden release from bondage caught the scared young housewife completely by surprise. Her quaking body tumbled in a heap on the hard concrete floor. Her head hit first, and before the rest of her body folded up on top of it, consciousness had fled her.

Even unconscious, her body continued to shake and shiver in the throes of her orgasm. Her plush thighs rubbed wetly together, smearing her slippery pussy cream all over her tanned, silky skin. She rolled over onto her back and her welted, perfect ass humped up off the floor, pumping into the air as if in answer to a hard-thrusting cock. Her cunt juice plopped in big droplets onto the floor beneath her.

"I think you've found the perfect wife, my love," Elsa said after a moment, watching the luscious blonde with hungry eyes.

"And I think you've found the perfect mistress," Larry answered. "Easy to work for, and attentive to your personal needs."

"I can't wait until she meets the cook," Elsa whispered. "Or the gardener."

"I might have to hire more servants just to keep her busy," Larry admitted. "How hot are you, Elsa?"

"If I don't have her soon, I'm going to die!" the sultry, dark-eyed girl said. "Please, let's take her back to your room."

"We'll spread-eagle her," Larry said. "And you can do anything to her that you want."

When Lisa came to, she was still cumming. Her crotch was a sticky mess of pussy slime. Her head was ringing from its impact with the cement floor. She stared up and saw the ceiling of her own bedroom.

For an instant, she thought that everything that had happened to her had been nothing more than some terrible nightmare. Then she tried to move, and she knew that it was all too real. A moment later, she felt the steady rub of Elsa's knee across the swollen lips of her cunt, and she moaned in despair.

"Time to rise, sleepy eyes," Elsa chirped with mock cheerfulness. She was wiping a wet cloth all over Lisa's flushed face. "Can't have you sleeping the whole day away, my pretty pussycat."

Lisa glanced about, the movement of her head making her dizzy. Her arms were pulled high above her head and chained securely to the far posts at the top of the bed. Her legs were spread even wider, her ankles clamped once more in cuffs. There were three pillows piled, beneath the small of her back, lifting her ass off the bed and making her asshole as visible and vulnerable as her spread pussy.

They had put some clothing on her and that surprised Lisa until it fully registered on what the clothing was. The frilly white bra they put her in was of such iris and lacy material there was no more than a sprinkling which accentuated her big tits, not them at all. They hadn't given her panties, but they had dressed her in white garters and fishnet stockings. Lisa knew the white framework on her bronzed body must make her look ten times sexier than she did naked. The realization made her more ashamed than ever, and triggered another explosion of cunt juice inside her.

"Naughty blonde pussycat," Elsa cooed, running the flat of one palm over Lisa's proud, shifting turn while she wiped her forehead with the damp cloth. "You're a perfect little American girl, aren't you? Blonde little beach girl, wholesome and beautiful. I could just eat you up!"

Elsa had on a black silk shirt that clung so tightly to her body that it outlined her every voluptuous curve. Lisa could tell by the rub of Elsa's body on hers that the girl had nothing on beneath it.

There was a spreading stain on the sheet where Elsa's left leg had been rubbing through it over Lisa's juiced-up pussy. There was another stain where the sheet hugged Elsa's crotch. To the trapped blonde, Elsa looked like some beautiful, evil vampire, come to steal her life away. Lisa was afraid of the dark-eyed beauty, but she was also excited by her in a way that made her blush with shame.