Jon Reskind - The abducted bride

But then, the very helplessness of her position flickered through her mind. The mental picture of her body being fucked between two excited men incited her. The hunger in her belly began raging out of control again. She began to undulate her buttocks in tiny circles, squeezing with her cunt muscles at the fleshy staff boring into her. She wanted to milk it dry, to fill her belly again until more of the hot sticky fluid ran down her already thickly covered thighs. She wanted to wallow in it again. She sucked voraciously at the cock in her mouth her cheeks hollowing and filling with his cruel thrusts. She had never tasted a cock before and she explored its every pore. Her tongue licked wildly at the blood-filled head, the tip probing hotly into the gland on the end. She wanted it to shoot in her mouth. She wanted to swallow it and feel it running down her throat until her stomach was filled as her cunt. She wanted it to run through every pore in her body in great torrents of joy.

Her wish came true a moment later.

Simultaneously with the rising tide of her building orgasm, she felt the cock fucking into her from behind, inflate and begin spewing its white hot load deep up her clasping cunt. It ricocheted wildly around inside and dripped from the hair-covered lips into the matted hair of his belly. His balls pressed tightly against her exposed clitoris, causing her body to jerk convulsively forward, burying the rod in her madly sucking mouth to the hilt. It too exploded, flooding her throat with the delicious pungent liquid, her cheeks expanded like a balloon to keep from choking on the great gushes that spurted without stopping deep into her throat. She swallowed in hungry crazed gulps fastening her lips like an elastic ring tightly around the ejaculating rod, fearful of losing even a drop of the precious fluid. Small droplets ran from the corners of her mouth as he collapsed in front of her and his deflated penis flopped lifelessly from her still sucking mouth, thin narrow sticky strings of cum hung from her lips connected still to the deflated cock several inches away.

She screwed her buttocks back tightly against the still squirting cock in her cunt and with a scream from between clenched teeth felt her own body explode into what seemed a thousand tiny sparks. Her strength was suddenly gone and she collapsed on the bed as the cock slipped limply from her drenched pussy, gushes of cool air rushed refreshingly into the unplugged opening.

Time, after that, became meaningless and merged into a blur of strange and different cocks, fucking her as they would and where they would. Jean was beyond emotion. Her body still reacted with orgasm to several of the more inventive males that bent her to their will but her strength was gone and she followed mechanically the directions Shalla would scream at her when she lagged in her duties to the clients.

"Get those legs up! Move that ass! Suck harder!"

She was nothing now but a robot at his command and weakly moved her limbs to comply with his shouts.

Many long hours later, the room was finally emptied and she fell into a deep exhausted sleep on the soiled sticky mattress that was forever to be her shame.

Monique smiled sweetly across the table at Kevin, lifting her champagne glass in a toast.

"Well, here's to the conquering hero. Honestly Kevin, she was absolutely crushed. You should have seen her face when I showed her the note. She couldn't believe you would turn into a tiger like this."

The words eased Kevin's worried mind. He had walked about the city all day worried to death about Jean's reaction to the note he had written for Monique. Several times, he had almost gone over to the small hotel she had indicated in her cable and begged her forgiveness but each time, he thought of Monique's advice about being strong and had desisted. It had taken all his courage but now it seemed it had all been for the best. He would have blubbered out something stupid if he had seen Jean and probably made things more of a mess than they already were. The champagne was relaxing him now and he felt better than he had since walking out of the hotel several days ago in Paris.

"I owe you a lot, Monique," he said warmly, "I honestly didn't know what to do when I arrived here. Jean's such a funny conservative girl that I had no idea what to say to her."

"Believe me, my dear boy, you'll never have that problem again. By tomorrow she'll be chomping at the bit wondering what you're doing in Paris. Women are like that. I know, I'm one too, remember?"

Monique was pleased. Things had gone much better than she had expected and this naive young American had swallowed her story, hook, line and sinker. She had spent her day arranging things with Gamal for one of his usual parties at his villa and tonight she would clench the sale to him Kevin didn't know it, she smiled to herself, but he would play a great part in it. He probably would raise the price on his own wife by at least one thousand American dollars if things went the way she had planned it. And knowing Gamal's taste for the unusual, she was certain it would work.

"I've planned a surprise for you," Monique said, interrupting his thoughts of Jean. "Remember the experience we discussed this afternoon? Well, I've arranged for us to attend a very special party tonight."

"A party, what good will that do me? I've been to thousands already and it's never helped yet."

"I said a special party, Kevin, and I mean a very special one. Men and women do things to each other. Good things," she grinned slyly, waiting amusedly for his reaction. It certainly would be one of indignation at first, until she convinced him otherwise. Lord, what one had to go through to teach these youngsters about life!

Kevin's reaction was exactly as Monique had predicted. He blushed heavily and lowered his eyes from hers.

"You don't mean one of those French exhibition things do you?" he said quickly, "I've heard they're pretty raw."

"No, no, my dear boy. This is not a cheap exhibition. This is a very special affair given by a very wealthy man. You can watch – and participate if you wish," Monique lowered her voice on the last sentence, an unmistakable invitation hidden subtly in it.

"I couldn't do that, Monique. What would Jean think of a man that got his kicks from watching others?" Kevin said, a flat note of refusal apparent in his voice. But Monique knew him better than he did himself and her appeal to his weak point began.

"Well, it isn't important. It's just that you may have learned something about lovemaking. Jean will expect that after your supposed good time in Paris. I don't think you want to disappoint her." Her eyes watched his face change slowly from stern objection to thoughtful consideration of her statement. She pushed him further.

"Remember also, a woman doesn't expect faithfulness from her husband as he does his wife. You've already seen her reaction to the little fiasco in Paris. She would have had a great deal more respect for you if you had known how to control yourself. I'm certain she wouldn't have bothered asking herself, or you for that matter, where you got your experience."

She could feel Kevin weakening, just as she had anticipated. Like all others in the world, if you could justify something to their conscience, then it was all right, even though it had been latently present all along. No one ever did anything they really didn't subconsciously want to do from the beginning. Just supply the excuse, that was all that was necessary.

"You make these crazy things sound so logical, Monique," he said, looking at her with resigned acceptance.

"I was right about today, wasn't I?" she said, smugly. "If I hadn't headed you off and talked some sense into you, you would have been groveling at Jean's feet right this very minute."