J. Watson - The wife_s new tricks

"Smile, beautiful," he said.

"You're a bastard," she said.

"Relax. Look like you're enjoying yourself. After all, we both know you love to fuck."

"Not like this. Not like I'm your property or something. I'm not something that can be called every time you feel an itch."

"You little cunt." John's face was suddenly furious. He grabbed her arm and led her out of the room. The hallway was dark. He forced her against the wall.

"Now you listen to me, bitch," he said. "You'd, better smile and enjoy yourself this evening. I told everyone you were a fun girl and you'd better act like one."

"All right," she said.

He was suddenly cordial again. He took her arm and walked her back into the party. Ambrose was there with her drink. She thanked him and she drank it quickly. She needed it. She could feel the alcohol spreading warmth through her body.

Ambrose put his arm around her waist and held her tightly.

"This is going to be some party," he said. "I've got everyone important in town at this party. You're going to love it."

"I'm sure I will," she said.

Ambrose let his hand rest on her ass while he walked her around and introduced her to all the guests. All the men leered at her. Caroline knew exactly what kind of party this was going to be.

Ambrose got bolder with his hand. He kept moving his hand from one asscheek to the other. He was squeezing brutally. He quit introducing her to people and started directing her to a room next door to the party room.

"This is my study," Ambrose said.

It was a man's study, plush and comfortable looking. She wasn't surprised when Ambrose pushed her toward the desk.

"Just bend over there, sugar," he said. "I'm going to show you something nice."

She knew what was going to happen, but she had no choice. He pushed her over to the desk and made her bend over at her waist. She put her tits on the cold desk top. She felt his hands underneath her dress. His pudgy hands moved up the inside of her thighs to stroke her pussy.

"I been thinking about this party all week long," Ambrose said. "I just couldn't get my mind off it. I knew there was going to be some good-looking ass here, but I never expected anyone like you."

In a second he was pulling up her dress. He bunched the gown at her waist. His hands went underneath her panties to stroke her ass some more.

"Beautiful," he moaned. "Absolutely beautiful!"

He started pulling down her panties. She didn't protest as he skimmed them down to her feet and she kicked out of them. She felt his heavy weight behind her. He had taken his cock out of his trousers. He hadn't bothered to undress.

"Shit," he groaned. "I've been thinking about this for too fucking long. You're a hot fucking piece!"

His cock slid into her easily. He left it inside her for a few moments without moving. Finally, she felt him start to move a little. He fucked her deep and slow. It was the final humiliation. She was being used like a cheap whore. What was worse was that she could feel a slight tingling on the insides of her thighs. She didn't want that to happen. Fuck, don't let it happen, she thought.

Ambrose moved his hands underneath her and lifted her tits. Her tits easily slipped out of her gown and filled his bare hands. He held them tightly as he started ramming her cunt a little harder. She could feel his cockhead nearly splitting her cunt in half. He had a big cock. At least it felt like this with her bent over the desk this way.

"Oh yes," he groaned. "Shake your beautiful ass. Shit, it makes me feel great. Shake your big ass!"

She started shaking her ass against him as he pounded her cunt from the rear. His balls seemed heavier each second. She could feel his thick cockhead rubbing her titty and it excited her a little more. Again she tried to control herself but she knew that it was going to do her no good. She was a whore. She loved having cock inside her. It didn't matter who had the cock.

"Oh, you sweet fucking bitch," he moaned. "You really know how to shake that big ass when you want to!"

He fucked her a little harder. His hands squeezed her tits as tightly as he could. Another hot shiver ran through her. She found herself bucking back against his swollen cock. She could feel his cock rubbing all the inside of her cunt. More of his jism leaked into her.

She knew he was going to come too soon for her. She could feel his hands gripping her big tits as tightly as he could and his fat cock was getting fatter. She felt him pounding her harder.

"Oh fuck," he moaned. "I'm going to fucking come. I'm going to fucking come. Oh shit, it feels good! It feels so fucking good!" She pushed her ass back against him and felt his hot jism shooting into her insides. She kept rubbing her ass against him until the last few shivers had gone through his body. She felt his cock getting soft and sliding out of her.

"Oh shit," Ambrose said. "That was fantastic. The best fucking way I know to start off a party!"

In a way she was angry at him for coming so soon. In another way she was thankful. She hadn't had to come. She hadn't had to show him just how hot she was. Still, it left an aching feeling inside her. She could feel her tits swollen and aching. She could feel that hot hole between her legs. She knew another five seconds and she would have lost all control.

Ambrose raised up to let her off the desk. He was zipping back up his trousers. Ambrose stopped her from picking up her panties.

"Come on, baby," Ambrose said. "You're a big girl. You don't need to put those back on. You'd just take them off again. Besides, I like to think about you not wearing any panties underneath your gown."

"All right," she agreed.

It was a crazy party. By the time Caroline walked back into the living room there was all kind of fucking and sucking going on. It hadn't taken the men long to let the women know what they were there for. Caroline stopped in shock. She had never seen anything like this before.

One woman was on her knees sucking a man while another man fucked her asshole. She was making loud slurping noises as she bobbed her head up and down on his cock.

Another woman was being fucked over a chair in a corner. She had her body bent over the chair and her ass in the air. Caroline recognized John as the man who was slamming his prick into her pussy.

"What's the matter?" Ambrose asked. "You've turned pale as a sheet."

"I've just never seen anything like this before," she said.

"That's all right, sugar," he said. "What you need is a drink. You can get one at the bar over there. I'm going to walk around for a while and enjoy the scenery."

Ambrose gave her a wicked grin. He gave her ass a squeeze before he moved away. Caroline sighed. She figured she could use that drink. She went over to the bar and made herself one. A strong one. A man had joined her almost before she took her first drink.

"Hi," he said. "I've been looking at you. I've seen you around before. I'm Craig Johnson. I work in the accounting department in the firm."

"I'm Caroline," she said.

She had no interest in this stubby little man. She didn't want him hanging around her. She started to move away and Craig put his hand on her arm.

"Don't be so quick to get away, baby," he said. "Why don't we go upstairs for a little while?"

"What?" she asked. "I don't even know you."

He moved until his face was right in her face. His face was flushed and she could smell the alcohol on his breath. "You don't have to know me, bitch. All you've got to do is make me happy. You do what you're told at these parties. And you don't answer back. Now let's go upstairs right now or I'll tell John that you're not willing to entertain."

So this is what it had come down to. She had expected to have to entertain Ambrose. Entertain hell. She had expected to be fucked by him. But she hadn't thought about spreading it around to any man at the party.