Submissive wife is exposed by husband – Forced Wife

Hi, I’m Paul, and I thought I’d share some of my recent experiences with you. The centre of these is my relationship with my wife Brianna. Brianna is what is considered a very attractive woman. She is tall with long blond hair and a face with the same fine features of Michelle Pfeifer. She has the slim body of a glamour model with firm shapely breasts. We have been married now for some 7 years and in recent months I have been varying our sex life and have discovered that she has a submissive nature which nicely matches with my own increasingly dominant tendencies. Brianna has not been completely comfortable with this developing trend in our relationship, but I have gradually increased the pressure on her to accept the roles I have imposed on her during our sexual activities. The story I am telling here describes how I planned and executed the first major step in imposing my will on her in a more public fashion.
In outline, my plan was to invite a group of friends and colleagues to our home and progressively display her submissive side to them. I was not sure how far I would be able to take it, but I was intent on going as far as she would go and even beyond. I told Brianna on the Friday that I planned the party for the Saturday night, but, at that stage told her nothing of what I intended. She seemed pleased to host a party, though I had not told her who was to be invited. In fact I had composed the guest list very carefully. I had invited both friends of both of us, but also a few people who I alone knew and several others who were colleagues from my wife’s work. (She is a secretary in a lawyer’s office). I had in mind that her humiliation, for that was what I planned, should be as broadly public as possible. My guest list was 14, predominantly men but with two couples thrown in. When I invited the men, although I did not give details of what I planned, I did indicate that it was not to be the ordinary dull party and I made one request that they bring a specific gift along with them (more of that later).
On the day of the party Brianna was busy all afternoon preparing the buffet dishes I had specified. This gave me the opportunity to go out and collect the various purchases I had made during the week. Around 7 o’clock Brianna indicated that she was going to shower and get ready. I followed her upstairs a few minutes later and when she came out of the shower with a towel wrapped around her I was waiting for her by the bed with some of my new purchases laid out on the bed. As she reached to open the wardrobe doors to select her clothes for the evening I reached out and grasped her wrist. “No” I said “I have brought you a complete new outfit for you to wear this evening.” She looked down where I indicated the clothes laid out on the bed and I heard her intake of breath as she realised what I expected her to wear. The underwear was the sheerest black, almost transparent briefs, a matching black bra which, as we both could see, would have great difficulty in containing her breasts. These scanty garments were complemented by a black suspender belt and nylon stockings. For outerwear I had selected a very short, very tight black skirt and white see-through blouse that buttoned at the front. The outfit resembled a french maid’s costume but without the lace pinafore. To set off the whole ensemble I had placed on the bed a pair of black stilettos with 5 inch heels.
Brianna stared wide-eyed at the displayed garments, then picking each up in turn she said “Ralph, you don’t expect me to wear these in company.”
“Why not” I said. “Ralph, they’re too revealing. Look I don’t mind wearing them for you in the privacy of our own room, but you can’t expect me to display myself before our friends.” It was at this point that I began to assert what I demanded of her for the evening. “Brianna,” I said, “you will both wear and do what I tell you this evening.” I reinforced my words by dropping my voice to a threatening whisper that I knew she had come to associate with my dominance over her. “You will now dress yourself in these clothes and you will make yourself up in the way you know I like.” By this she knew I meant her to paint her face and body heavily with makeup in a way that made her look cheap and tartish. This was a role I had made her adopt consistently in our recent sexual activities. For a moment she looked as though she was going to argue further, but then her face crumpled into defeat and she meekly nodded her head in compliance.
Just then the doorbell rang.. “Right, you get dressed and made up and I will let in our guests. I will expect you downstairs in 30 minutes.” She turned her head again to the flimsy display on the bed and nodded her head.
I went downstairs and opened the door to the first of our guests. I helped them to drinks and by the time the 30 minutes was up, all our guests had arrived. Just then my mobile rang and I left the lounge to answer it. It was Brianna calling from the bed room.. “Ralph” she said “I really can’t come downstairs in this, I look like a cheap whore. You really can’t want me to expose myself like this to our friends.” I dropped my voice again to a whisper “Brianna you will do exactly as I say. You have already earned a punishment for being late. Don’t make it any worse. If you are not down here in 5 minutes I will come up there and drag you down. Think of that as a display for our friends.” I thought I heard her sob and then she whispered, barely audibly “I’ll be right down.”
I returned to our guests and told them. “Tonight is a special night. Tonight my wife, your hostess, is anxious that you all have a good time. She is prepared to do anything to ensure you enjoy yourselves. You will see what I mean in just a moment.” Exactly on cue, Brianna appeared at the top of the stairs. She was indeed a sight. The short skirt exposed her thighs within inches of her crotch and the sheer blouse did little to hide her firm breasts bulging out of the skimpy bra. The dark shadow of her nipples was clerly visible through the sheer material of the blouse and bra. Conversation stopped as all the male members of the party gazed up at her. She stood there, not moving for a moment, obviously embarrassed by the stares she was receiving. “Come down Brianna” I said. She looked appealingly at me as though willing me to end her embarrassment and call it off.. I just stared back unflinchingly and she started to walk down. As she took each step down the skirt would twist and rise exposing even more of her long shapely legs.
When she reached the bottom of the stairs, I went to her side and, putting my hand on her shoulders as though exhibiting her to the gathering. I said “Brianna, I was just explaining to our guests how anxious you are to please them and serve them in any way. Perhaps you would start by getting them some more drinks.” As she dumbly complied and went to the bar, she was followed by all eyes. She poured drinks into the waiting glasses on a tray and returned to begin serving them to our guests. From where I stood I watched as she bent forward to offer the tray to George, her work colleague. I could see his eyes widen as her blouse gaped and he found himself looking straight down at the exposed swell of her breasts. When she brought my drink to me, instead of taking it from the tray she held, I reached over and undid two more buttons on her blouse. I did this in full view of everyone, and as she straightened up her blouse opened half way to her waist exposing even more of her lacy bra covering her full breasts. This had the effect, not only of further exposing my wife’s body, but more importantly it indicated to our guests my intentions as to how my wife should please them. Peter and Les in particular caught on quickly to the way the evening was developing. As Brianna turned back to return to the bar, Peter called to her “Brianna I need another drink over here please.” She hesitated for a moment as she faced him, with her blouse wide open displaying her tits tightly compressed in the skimpy uplifting bra. She turned again to me with a pleading look in her eyes, but I was unrelenting and maintained a fixed stare which made it clear to her that she should comply with the request, in spite of the fact that she would be serving Peter not only a drink but also a close view of her half-bared chest.
She took the tray of drinks over to him and as she bent over to offer him the tray her tits fell forward and hung down in front of him constrained only by the thin material of the bra. Instead of taking the glass from the tray he grasped it, but did not lift it. This had the effect of making Brianna remain in the revealing bent over position. He seemed to put pressure on the tray forcing her to bend forward even further from the hips exposing more and more of her thighs as the short skirt rose upwards until it rested just below her buttocks. We could all see the bottom swell of her ass framed by the straps of the suspender belt. He held her for a moment and then looked over to me. “Paul, I am most impressed with your wife’s hospitality. She certainly seems to be prepared to go a long way to please her guests.” With a last leer at her dangling tits he took the glass from the tray, allowing Brianna to straighten and stand upright again. She stood there totally embarrassed with her bra-encased tits pushing out from her blouse.
We all sat around gazing at my wife’s body. I could tell from the lustful looks on the faces of our male guests that they were becoming seriously turned on by the sight of my wife’s exposed state and even the two women seemed to be showing signs of arousal. As Brianna stood motionless in the centre of the room, she seemed paralysed with embarrassment and unable to move. I said to George ” Well George, if you are happy with what you have seen so far I am sure that Brianna will oblige you further – is there anything more you would like”? George looked directly at Brianna. “Well Brianna, you certainly look beautiful as you are, but I think you would look even better without that blouse. Take it off.” Brianna unfroze from her immobility and whipped round to face me directly. “Oh no Paul, don’t make me do this. I’m already half naked in front of all these people. Please don’t make me do any more.” I dropped my voice to the threatening whisper that I knew would compel her obedience. “Brianna your guests are waiting, take off your blouse.”
“Oh please, please, no Paul” she begged. I grabbed her by the arm and span her round to face the audience. “Do it. Do it NOW.” I released her arm and she stood there deflated and defeated. Hesitantly she raised her arms and began to undo the remaining buttons on her blouse. Slowly the blouse opened wider exposing more of her uplifted tits until it was fully undone. She looked across at me again but receiving no sign of slackening of my resolve, she shrugged the garment off her shoulders and it fell to the ground. For a moment she stood there in front of us, her breasts only half concealed by the skimpy bra. Then quickly she folded her arms across her chest concealing her bulging tits. I got to my feet immediately and walking behind her I grasped her wrists and pulled them sharply behind her. I moved my grip to her elbows and pulled them back and together.
She cried out as she was forced to push her chest out to relieve the pressure. I turned her to face the company. “Here you are George, is this what you wanted to see”? George stood and came round to stand directly in front of us. He gazed longingly at Brianna’s thrusting tits as they bulged over the skimpy bra pulled tightly across them. “Jesus” he said “just look at those tits, and hey, I think she’s beginning to enjoy it.” I looked down at her tits and sure enough you could see that her nipples had begun to stiffen and were pushing out the thin material of the bra. George looked at me and said “do you mind if I touch”? I whispered into Brianna’s ear “Well Brianna do we mind if George touches you.”
“Oh no please Paul, no. You know I love you to touch me, but it’s not fair to let anyone else do it, and not with all these people watching.”
Still holding her elbows firmly behind her I said “Come now Brianna, that’s not a proper attitude for our hostess” I smiled across at George. “Help yourself my friend”” He reached out tentatively and gently rubbed his palm over her right nipple. “Oh yes” he said “that’s fantastic, look at them grow.” At this point one of the women, Susan, stood and came over to look at what was happening. She turned back to her friend Julia “God he’s right, that nipple is pushing its way right out and looks as though it could burst through the material any minute, and in front of all of us – what a slut.”
“You hear that Brianna, they say you’re behaving like a slut. Perhaps we should see if they are right. George, why don’t you get that tit out so that we can all see if she is getting turned on by all this attention..” George smiled happily into Brianna’s face. “Oh that sound like an excellent idea. You don’t mind do you Brianna.”
“Of course she doesn’t” I said “pull her tit out and let us all have a look at it.”
I saw that George was looking directly into my wife’s eyes as he slowly eased his hand into her bra cup. She struggled as she felt his hand delving deeper around her tit, but I held onto her firmly and forced her to submit to his probing fingers. We all saw his fingers reach down and grasp her swollen nipple and watched as he began to pull her tit up by the nipple out of the bra cup. Suddenly the nipple in his fingers popped out over the cup and was displayed for us all to view. He continues to pull her tit upwards until the full swell of her breast was clear of the cup. He then released it and stood back so that we could all appreciate his efforts. I warned Brianna not to move and moved round so that I too could see my wife’s tit on display.
Brianna stood there motionless as we all gazed at her standing in the ridiculously short skirt and high heels with the bare flesh of her torso broken only by the disarranged bra. Brianna has puffy nipples, which is unusual in a mature woman. When aroused her large aureoles swell to form a prominent mound atop her breasts from which the nipple itself sticks out rigidly. She looked particularly erotic as she stood there with one tit enclosed in the bra whilst the other lay fully exposed, sticking out from her chest with the nipple fully erect from the caresses and the tweaking George had administered. Susan moved round directly in front of my wife. She stood looking reflectively at Brianna, raised her glass to her lips to drink, and then said “Well its as I thought, you are a slut, no-one else would stand there in front of an audience with one tit hanging out, and still get an erect nipple.” As Brianna stood there, unmoving, I saw a tear begin to form at the edge of her eye and we watched as it coursed down her cheek and ultimately dropped onto the offending tit that was causing her such humiliation.
We all retreated to our seats and left Brianna standing in the middle of the room in total humiliation with her tit pointing out obscenely in front of her. “I think we could use some more drinks now Brianna” I said. She moved almost as an automaton to the bar and as she walked we could see the flesh of her exposed tit vibrate with every step. I realised almost in surprise that I was developing an erection just watching my wife move about the room, something that I had seen a thousand times before, but this time it was different. Her tit humiliatingly exposed in front of all these people had introduced a new dimension to her sexual attraction. I could see from the growing bulges in the trousers of the other male guests that I was not alone in being turned on. I decided to take the situation further and see where it would lead.
As Brianna went over to Peter and bent over to serve him his drink, I said “stop, stay there just like that until I tell you to move.” By this time Brianna was in such a mood of submission, there was no hesitation and she froze in front of Peter bent over from the waist. In this position the released tit fell outwards from the dislodged bra cup. Because of their size, Brianna’s tits are ever so slightly pendulous and the fat tit hung beneath her with the erect nipple pointing directly downwards. I said to Peter “Pete, George has already had a feel of my wife’s tit, perhaps you would like to have a grope as well.
I’m sure Brianna won’t mind. You can stand up now Brianna so we can all see.” I saw the misery on Brianna’s face at this new humiliation, but she made to attempt to move away as she stood upright and Peter extended his hand towards her. His hand stroked down the swell of her tit, over her engorged nipple and cupped underneath the full flesh of the breast. As we watched we saw his hand gently lift the weight of the breast and lift it further from the tenuous support of the encircling bra. He never took his eyes from the breast, he seemed almost hypnotised by the feel and texture of the warm flesh in his hand. I felt my erection twitch as I watched his fingers squeeze the sides of the tit, gradually increasing the pressure until we heard Brianna groan in discomfort. This small sound seemed to break the spell that had come over all of us and Peter quickly released her tit and watched as its weight fell back to her heaving chest. Peter looked across at me “God that was fantastic, let’s see both her tits, lets strip her to the waist.”
I smiled at him and then at my wife. “Well Brianna, you heard our guest – take your bra off – STRIP.” She stood there with her eyes downcast for a few moments and I thought that I had pushed her as far as she was going to go. But then, in front of the whole gathering, her hands moved reluctantly behind her to release the catch on her bra and I knew that I had not yet reached the limits of her submission.
I did not understand what was happening to me. I had had little preparation for the ordeal I faced. I have been married to my husband Paul for 7 years. Up to a year ago, when we had our first child, our marriage had been very loving and our sex life tender and, I thought, very satisfying to us both. However, since the birth of our child there has been a progressive change to our sex life. Paul has become more demanding and has required me to perform acts with which I have not felt comfortable. Whenever I demurred from something he wanted of me, he became more insistent and I found that his domination over me eventually forced me to concur with whatever he wanted. I have come to realise that he now treats me as a submissive and although I don’t like the role, I must confess that I do get increased sexual gratification. Whilst these more extreme sexual demands remained in the privacy of our own bedroom I have been content to adopt the submissive role he has imposed upon me, but this was about to change.
When Paul told me of the projected party at our home, there was no indication of what he had planned for me. I duly went through the routine of preparing for the party and we sent our daughter off to my mother for the weekend, happy in the expectation of a good time and a short relief from the demands of our young child
The evening had started so ordinarily and the changes that had brought me to this surreal nightmare had been made in small incremental steps. It began with my husband Paul insisting that I wear the most revealing and provocative clothes as I played hostess to our guests at the party in our house. The embarrassment I felt when I first entered the room dressed as a slut was swiftly eclipsed as my husband humiliated me in front of the gathering.
I thought my husband loved and respected me, instead he has used his almost hypnotic power over me to humiliate me in public. He openly unbuttoned my blouse almost to the waist so that my breasts in the flimsiest of bras were exposed. As I was made to serve drinks to the gathering I could feel the men’s eyes on me staring at my chest as the blouse gaped open. But my husband was not satisfied even with this and he made me strip off the blouse with everyone watching. When I tried to conceal my breasts, bulging out of the inadequate coving, he actually grabbed my arms from behind so that I was blatantly exhibited to everyone as he turned me to face the whole room, my tits thrust out as he pinned my arms behind me. I couldn’t believe it when he then encouraged two of the men to fondle my breasts and then shockingly he told one of them to scoop one of my tits out of the bra. I couldn’t help it when my breast was exposed to show that my aroused nipple had become engorged and was sticking out from my tit like a pencil.
I now stood in the centre of the room and all eyes were on me. I looked down at my body, one of my tits was encased in the thin lace of the black bra but the other lay obscenely exposed atop the crumpled cup of the bra.
I raised my eyes to plead with my husband, but he repeated his words, “Brianna, you’ve been told what to do, we want to see you stripped to the waist, take off your bra. We want to see both your tits.”
Again he was using that low whisper that I found so compulsive. I was unable to refuse, but the tears were rolling down my face as I raised my hands to the clasp behind my back. My fingers fumbled at the clasp and suddenly it seemed to fall apart and I felt the straps slide down my arms and the sheer garment fell to the floor. I just stood there, my eyes closed, and the tears of shame coursing down my cheeks. I stood seemingly paralysed like a rabbit in a light beam. I was in a room filled with people, but I had never felt so isolated and alone. I raised my eyes, and there was not a sound in the room. Everyone was just looking at my body. I felt shame and humiliation. There was no rational reason why I should. I had only followed my husband’s bidding; the shame should be his.
Paul’s voice broke the silence and seemed to break the spell that had come over the room.
“I think we’ll have some music now. Brianna will you oblige?”
Strangely I was shocked by this bland request. How could my husband continue in such an offhand manner as though nothing was happening, whilst his wife stood stripped to the waist in front of all our guests. I moved like an automaton to the hi-fi , conscious of my breasts swaying and bouncing as I walked. I turned on the music.
Paul spoke again, “Lewis, won’t you ask Brianna to dance.”
Lewis was one of the junior partners in my firm, essentially my boss. He is a young good looking man, and normally I would enjoy the prospect of dancing with him, but now as I stood before him, stripped to the waist I inwardly cringed. He took me in his arms and we began to dance to the slow beat of the music. Momentarily I forgot my state of undress as we moved around the floor, but then I became conscious of his hand on my bare back. Although his hand was only gently stroking my spine I again realised my situation. This appeared to trigger the rest of my body and I felt all the sensations of my bare torso rubbing against him. He was holding me at a respectable distance from him as we dance, but this only served to gently rub my nipples against the cloth of his jacket. Inevitably I felt my nipples become aroused and begin to swell. When the music finished and we moved apart I felt the eyes upon me and I knew the cause.
I have what are known as puffy nipples. This means that, when aroused, the large aureole swell like small mounds on the top of my breasts with the nipple itself poking out erect. I had always been proud of my breasts, because the site of this prominent feature always excited my husband. But now, on public exhibition I wished that my breasts and nipples were less conspicuous, concealing rather than magnifying my arousal. When the music ended, Lewis stepped back from me, still holding both my hands, his eyes swept down my body to my swollen chest.
“Brianna,” he said, “I hope you enjoyed the dance as much as I did.” His eyes remained focussed on my breasts as he spoke.
From as if in a dream I heard my husband’s voice say, “Well Lewis, from the look of the condition of her tits I would think she enjoyed it every bit as much as you did.”
I remained silent, aware that my husband’s words had focussed the attention of the whole room on my breasts and engorged nipples.
“Tell us Brianna,” my husband continued, “Tell us how your tits feel, with your sticking out like that.”
I looked at him, “Oh please Paul, stop this now, don’t make me do this. You know my breasts begin to throb when I’m like this.”
Paul was unrelenting, “Stop referring to your breasts, they’re your tits, and I want you to show everyone what they look like when you start to get hot. Cup your tits in your hands and show them off to us.”
“Paul, please, I can’t,” I begged.
Paul looked at me for a moment more and then he turned away. He scanned the faces around the room and his gaze settled on Roger. Oh no, why did it have to be Roger.
I knew that it was not by chance that Paul had chosen him for this next step in my humiliation. Roger had been our neighbour for two years now, and through all that time he had barely hidden his desire for me. I could feel his eyes staring at my body whenever we met. I had seen him looking at me in our pool, from his adjoining garden in a way that made me feel very uncomfortable. I was sure that one time at least he was jacking off from behind the cover of the garden fence as he looked at me. His eyes seemed to go right through the clothes I was wearing and it didn’t seem to bother him even when my husband was present. Although he could be considered attractive, I found him creepy and avoided him as much as possible.
“Roger.” he said, “it seems that Brianna has forgotten her duties as your hostess. Perhaps you would oblige us. Please show our friends and neighbours my wife’s beautiful tits.”
Roger arose from his seat and came towards me, his face positively leering. He circled around and came up behind me, his arms slipping around my waist and I cringed as his hands cupped my breasts I shuddered as I felt his thick fingers caress and squeeze me.
He whispered into my ear as he fondled me, “Oh that’s good. I’ve waited two years to get my hands on your tits. You are really going to enjoy this, but probably not as much as I am.”
He dragged me around the room lifting my breasts into the face of each man in turn, roughly fondling and palpating them. By the time he had pulled me round half the men in the room I looked down and saw that my puffy nipples were fully distended. they looked like two small eggs sat atop my breasts. When he had circled all the men he forced me before Sue, one of the two women present, and squeezed my breasts with particular maliciousness. I almost cried out as I felt a sort of wrenching sensation in my left breast.
Sue sensed that something had happened and looked closer at me. “Oh my god,” she said, “just look at that.”
I felt Roger stretch to look down at my breast over my shoulder. I knew what he was doing to see. I knew it but I couldn’t believe it. I looked down at my breast and I saw the white droplet at the top of my nipple. It had been a month since I had stopped breast feeding my child and I thought that my milk had dried up. I was obviously mistaken.
He looked at Sue, “My God what’s that?” he said stupidly.
“What do you think it is you fool, it’s milk. The dirty bitch is flashing her tits when they’re still full of milk.”
Roger looked blank for a moment and then said, “You mean that her tits have still got milk from the baby?”
“Squeeze them some more and you’ll soon see.” said Susan. “She’s like a cow with full udders”.
Roger gripped my left breast with both hands and squeezed hard. I cried out in pain. I looked down to see that the droplet of milk had grown and begun to dribble down my breast.
“Not like that you idiot.” said Susan “Here I’ll show you.”
Roger moved his hands away and Susan put out her hand and gently squeezed my breast gradually increasing the pressure as she pulled up towards the nipple. She repeated the process, and again and I could feel the milk rising. Roger gazed mesmerised, as the bead of milk on my nipple became a thick trickle that flowed down my breast.
My husband came over and looked at the milk flowing from my breast. He turned to Roger, “Not bad eh? Would you like to try it?”
“You mean—?”
Paul interrupted him. “Yes go ahead suck the milk out of her tit”.
I looked at Paul in horror and backed away. “Oh no, please Paul, not that, don’t let him do that to me.”
“Shut up bitch,” he said, “I’ll let whoever I like suck on your tits. Now stand over here and stick your tits out”.
He pulled me over to where we have a large full-length mirror on the wall. Roger and Susan had followed us over. Paul smiled at Susan, “Now Susan, you squeeze her tit while Roger sucks on her.”
I shivered as Roger lowered his smiling face to my breast. I felt as his tongue licked across my swollen nipple. He looked up at me and smiled.
“Oh yes,” he said, “that tastes really good. Squeeze hard on her tit, Give me some more.”
Sue’s hand squeezed harder as she urged the milk from me. Roger returned to my breast. This time he took my nipple into his mouth and I could feel him sucking on my teat. My breast tingled as I felt the milk flowing from my body into his mouth. His sucking became more urgent and I grimaced as I felt his teeth biting against the tender flesh of my nipple, trying to accelerate the flow. Now he opened his mouth wider and sucked in the whole of my swollen areola; the egg shaped lump making his cheeks bulge as he sucked on it.
Sue seemed to be enjoying her work as she pulled and palpated my breast. She looked across at the other woman present, her friend Julie. “Julie, this is fun. Why don’t you come over and pull on this slut’s other tit. See if she’s got any milk in that udder.”
Sue came over to my right side and put her hand to my right breast. She began to pump her hand up and down my rigid cone. Again I felt the tingle in my breast and suddenly, instead of trickling from my teat, a spurt of milk leaped from my tit and landed up trickling obscenely down the mirror in front of me. Seeing this lewd display Simon, who had up until that time been a passive watcher, stepped forward saying, “Oh yes I’ve got to have some of that – do you mind Paul?.”
My husband smiled back “Help your self. She’s got two tits. Use them both”.
Without another word Simon clamped his mouth to my right breast, and like Roger, sucking on my left, tried to suck the whole of my bulging areola into his mouth. Up to this time I had been standing with my eyes closed as the two men abused my breasts, but now almost unconsciously I opened my eyes. The sight I saw in front of me, reflected from the milk stained mirror, was truly humiliating. I was standing naked to the waist with a man sucking on each of my breasts as the two women kneaded and squeezed them. In the background I could see that my husband and the other men had crowded closer to get a better view. To my shock I saw that several of them were openly rubbing the bulges in their pants. This party was getting out of hand and I seemed helpless to stop it. How far was my husband going to go? I was soon to find out.
After what seemed hours sucking at my tits, it seemed that the two men had extracted all the milk from my breasts, for they both stepped away from me and joined the crowd. The two women gave my breasts a last squeeze and also moved. I looked down at my body. My breasts and tummy were streaked with the milk that had escaped the men’s sucking and it was soaking down into the waistband of my skirt. I turned to face the group looking at me. All the men were now showing bulges in their pants and even the women appeared flushed and aroused.
It was of course Roger who broke the silence.
“Paul,” he said, “you wife is an incredible slut. Will she do whatever you tell her?”
My husband smiled, “Oh yes. Is there something you would like her to do?”
Roger leered across at me. “Well we’ve all had a good look at her tits now, can we see her cunt?”
I suppose I should have anticipated this, but it came as a shock, and even more so when my husband grinned at Roger saying, “You are our guest and it is Brianna’s task to ensure that you have what you want. Brianna,” his voice dropped to its commanding tone, “Your guests want to see your cunt. You can start by taking off your skirt – NOW.”
By this stage I felt powerless to resist and with everyone in the room watching my every movement, I unbuttoned the ridiculous short skirt and let it fall to the floor. I now stood dressed in only my panties and suspender belt. I stood for a moment unmoving and then I saw Roger move towards me. He was peering at my crotch. I pressed my legs closer together, trying to hide what was there, but it was no use. I knew that the arousal of my nipples and breasts, together with the embarrassment of exhibiting my nearly naked body had made my pussy wet. Roger had spotted the dampness around my thighs, and so had my husband.
He smiled into my face, “Brianna, it looks as though your cunt is leaking, open your legs.”
I hesitated but then meekly complied. As I opened my legs I looked down at myself. I could see that there was no disguising the fact that my pussy had leaked a big damp stain into the crotch of my panties.
Roger beamed at me, “It looks as though she’s peed herself. She must really have enjoyed the work over we’ve been giving her tits.”
He peered closer at the damp material stretched across my pussy. “Come on slut, open wider, let’s get a better look at that mess between your legs.”
I looked appealingly across at Paul, hoping that he’d put a stop to this humiliation, but I immediately saw that I would get no relief. There was no pretense now. It was obvious that Paul intended that I should undergo any debasement anyone thought up for me.
Roger pulled at my thighs and I spread my legs as far as they would go, slightly squatting, as my knees were forced apart. Now the only thing that hid my total nakedness was the thin patch of damp material that was stretch across my pussy.
Lewis, my boss, came over to where I half squatted in front of Roger. “Put your hands on your head,” he said. I complied immediately as though in a trance, “and keep them there”. I could not believe that this was the boss, who only yesterday, was treating me with the utmost respect and consideration. It seemed that my husband’s will was having an effect on everyone in the room and I knew that my ordeal was about to take a major step forward.
Lewis was to be the one who took that step and it began when I felt his hand touch my inner thigh. I gasped in surprise and stiffened, but when he looked up at me he said, “Steady Brianna. You must obey your husband. I am just going to examine your sweet little cunt.”
“Yes that’s it baby, let your boss have a feel of your cunt.” This was from my husband who had promised to love and cherish me. Evidently he now thought that to cherish me meant to let other men poke their fingers into my pussy.
I stiffened as I felt Lewis’ fingers creep up my thigh, his hands sliding over the slime that had seeped out from my panties and was now coursing down my legs. I shuddered as his hand approached my crotch. I felt Lewis’ hand brush the damp cloth of my panties, and then I felt his finger begin to push the sodden material up into my unresisting cunt lips.
“Go on, give her the finger,” encouraged Roger, kneeling before me to get a better view of my abuse. I felt Lewis pull back and then ram his finger hard at cunt. The material of my panties gave further and was pushed further up inside me. I staggered, off balance in my semi-squatting position as he pushed into me again. This time as he withdrew his finger the material of my panties remained wedged up inside my cunt. I heard my husband’s voice, and hoped against hope that he was going to save me from this humiliation. But no, I heard, “OK boys, stand back let’s see what her cunt’s like now. Brianna, strip of those disgusting panties. We want you to show us your cunt.”
Even with the humiliation of all those people watching me I was in such a state now that there was no resistance left in me. I hooked my fingers in the waistband of my panties and bending, over pulled them down my legs. As I pulled them down below the level of my crotch I felt the material pull and spring out from inside me and I saw a thin spray of my cunt juice leap out from inside me and coat the carpet between my legs.
This brought loud laughter from the watchers and I heard Julie’s voice say “Look at yourself, you filthy slut, you’re cumming all over the carpet”.
It seemed that I was unable to resist commands from anyone now and I opened my eyes. I saw myself in the mirror naked, apart from my suspender belt, stockings and shoes. I thought I would almost rather be completely naked for the suspender belt seemed to provide a frame that concentrated attention on my pussy which was obviously aroused, my cunt lips wide open and moisture clinging to my trimmed pubic hair and glistening on my thighs.
Roger, as always was the first to react, “Brianna, you look a complete slag, why don’t you complete the picture – pull those pussy lips wide open. Let us all see up inside you.”
Again my response was automatic. I spread my legs wide apart and grasping each side of my labia in my fingers I pulled my cunt wide open, displaying the pink wet flesh within.
“OK Brianna,” my husband said, “stay like that. I have some little gifts for you”. I obeyed and stood there in the ungainly pose, my cunt spread wide open, as my husband went to the kitchen and returned with a large bag.
“Here we are sweet wife, I have brought some toys that we can use to amuse ourselves.” As he spoke he emptied the bag onto the floor.
I stood dumbfounded as I saw the contents of the bag revealed as they tumbled to the floor. It was full of every conceivable kind of dildo, vibrator and strap-on. They were all shapes and sizes. Some were life-size copies of a penis, others two-pronged lumps of almost rigid rubber and still others were huge long fat distortions of the male sex organs.
I was in horror as my husband picked up one of the devices, looked at me and speaking almost gently said,. “Brianna, we will start with this one. Now get upon the coffee table on all fours and spread your legs”.
I obeyed.
This is turning out to be one hell of a night. When Paul invited me to his house party earlier in the week, I had identified that it was to be somewhat more interesting than wine, cheese and chat, but in my wildest imaginings (and they can be quite wild) I had not foreseen the events that have unfolded this evening.
My name is Peter and I have lived next door to Paul and Brianna for two years. Brianna is an absolute knockout and I have fancied her since first meeting her. She is about 5’7″ tall, has long shapely legs, a beautifully toned body, long straight blonde hair and the most magnificent set of D cup tits that I have ever seen. She is a very sophisticated and classy lady, always wearing tailored business outfits to work, the most fashionable of casual clothing, keeping her hair and fingernails perfect and maintaining her model like (beautiful but untouchable) appearance. From the day that I moved in I have lusted after her, but I must admit, that as I have got to know her I have found her to be somewhat disdainful, almost arrogant. I have even, on occasion, not been able to resist jerking off as I watched her bikini clad body in their pool next door, from the protection of the garden fence. I’m sure she did not realise what I was doing, but I was sorely tempted to leap over the fence and brandish my tool in her face. Wisely I resisted the temptation. Still, the more I saw of her the more I was developing a lust for her that was becoming difficult to conceal.
She never acknowledged or spoke to me unless she was with Paul. This may be due to the fact that I am always looking at her tits and gorgeous body, imagining how good she would look in sexy lingerie, and how nice it would be to play with her tits and fuck her. I am sure that she has sensed this because she always seems embarrassed in front of me and tries to hide herself. Paul, I am sure is also aware of my desire for his wife because I am quite blatant in my staring at her, but I think he enjoys it. I sense that he likes showing her off to me and teasing me with her, despite her embarrassment.
In spite of this I became quite good friends with Paul and we would often go for a drink after work and solve all the problems of the world over a bottle of wine. He didn’t often talk about Brianna, but I do remember one evening when we had had a bottle too many for discretion, he did let slip a few juicy titbits about their relationship. He gave me quite a candid description of her body. I didn’t tell him that my masturbation exercises over the fence had already given me a reasonable insight of her body and that my imagination had done the rest to fill in the tiny gaps left by her bikini. More interestingly though he did give me some hints that their sex life was changing and I got the distinct impression that he was more and more persuading her into sexual acts that did not always meet her taste. However, he soon realised the degree of his indiscretion and clammed up. Shortly after we called it a night.
This incident served only to fuel my lust for Paul’s lovely wife, and I confess that that night I went home and jerked off thinking of Brianna in all sorts of wild sexual positions. Paul never followed up on that evening’s drunken revelations, but I thought about it often, and wondered, how their sex life was developing and what potential there could be in it for me. This occurred a couple of weeks before Paul invited me over for a party at his house on the following Saturday. As I said before, there was something strange about the invitation.
I remember the words he used, he said “Brianna, really wants all our guests to have a good time at our party, She is anxious to do anything to ensure that everyone leaves happy”. It was not just his words but the way he paused after he had spoken looking straight into my eyes, There was no nudging or winking, just that stare for a brief moment. I was left in no doubt that this party was no simple social occasion – Paul had something planned
When I arrived at the door at the night of the party clutching the obligatory bottle of wine, I was the last to arrive. Paul introduced me to those I didn’t know and gave me a drink. Brianna was not in the room and no one else seems to have picked up on the potential developments I had sensed.
After a few minutes chatting I heard Paul’s mobile ringing. He left the room to answer it. As it happens I was sat quite close to the hallway and I could hear Paul’s conversation with Brianna. There seemed to be some objection that Brianna was voicing but I heard as the tone of Paul’s voice dropped and he virtually ordered her to come down from upstairs.
When Brianna appeared at the top of the stairs, she looked devastating. The slutty outfit she wore showed off her fantastic body beautifully. It did not conceal her body so much as shade it. But as it turned out this was only the beginning of the delights in store for us guests. As Brianna moved around the room serving drinks to her guests we all saw as her blouse fell open as she stooped with the tray of drinks. Several of the men there exchanged winks, but when we all saw Paul openly undo Brianna’s blouse to the waist, to reveal her tits encased in the sheerest of bras, we all woke up to the potential of the evening.
It was not long before Paul made her strip her blouse off altogether and when she tried to cover her breasts he went up behind her and grabbing her arms, forced them behind her so that her tits were forced out in front of her almost bursting out of the flimsy bra. Things got even better when he invited George, one of the guests to feel her tits and before long he had both of her tits out of the bra and was pulling on her nipples as we all looked on. I was just itching to get in on the act, but before I could get my hands on her tits, she had been whisked away to dance by some prat from her work. Still it did give us all a chance to appreciate her tits as they rubbed up against his chest as they danced.
When the music stopped and she pulled away from him we could all clearly see that the rubbing had stimulated her nipples. Her tits and nipples were an awesome sight. She had nipples that stood forth from her tits on small mounds and they looked absolutely spectacular, the more so because they clearly indicated to all of us that she was becoming aroused. This was clearly against her will and it was very satisfying for me in particular to witness the humiliation she obviously felt.
The sight of her standing there with here tits fully exposed with those erotic mounds poking up with the erect nipples standing beyond that, spurred me on to get my revenge for all the put downs I had had from her in the past. I cam up behind her and grabbed her tits and squeezed.
I whispered in her ear, “Oh that’s good. I’ve waited two years to get my hands on your tits. You are really going to enjoy this, but probably not as much as I am.”
I looked over at Paul and seeing no sign of dissent I dragged her round the room by her tits and pushed them into the faces of every guy there. I was really enjoying humiliating her in this way, when Sue, one of the women in the group, said. “Oh my god,” she said, “just look at that.”
I looked down at the tit I was squeezing and saw that there was white fluid leaking out of the nipple. I squeezed hard and more of the milk began to flow down her tit. I realised that Brianna had given birth only last year and that her breasts were still full of milk. Sue seemed fascinated by the sight of the milk flowing out of Brianna’s breast. She came over and took over the squeezing of the flowing tit. She was more skilled than I, and she soon had the white viscous liquid coursing down Brianna’s torso.
Paul came over, and he seemed as surprised as the rest of us to see the milk outpouring from his wife’s breast. He turned to me, “Not bad eh? Would you like to try it?”
“You mean—?”
“Sure go ahead, suck the milk out of her tit”.
I needed no second asking. I clamped my mouth to her fat teat and started sucking the milk out of her. Soon one of the other guys joined me and we were both crouched over hanging on her tits. This must have been a glorious sight for the onlookers. When the tit had virtually dried up I gave her nipple a last little nip with my teeth and stood to watch my tit sucking colleague as he drew the last of the milk out of her other tit. Brianna looked a real slag, dressed in what was left of that sexy underwear with the guy hanging onto her tit and with the other tit I had just vacated swinging as he manipulated her body. You could see the trail of dried milk running down her body and into the waistband of her skirt.
I suppose I could have considered my “revenge” on Brianna fulfilled at this stage, but I wanted to go on and exploit the situation to impose every possible humiliation on her, for her treatment of me in the past. I looked across at her husband and he knew what I wanted. He turned to Brianna and said, “Your guests want to see your cunt. You can start by taking off your skirt – NOW.”
Brianna was, by this time, unable to offer the least resistance to his commands, and we all stood around and watched her slowly remove her skirt and then her sopping wet panties to reveal her beautiful shaven cunt. My prick was rock hard now as I looked at the exposed lips of her soft pink cunt, and I saw that the guys around me all sported pressure bulges in the front of their pants as they looked on.
At Paul’s further command Brianna pulled open the lips of her cunt and squatted further so that we could all see up inside that warm wet chute. Then something even I had not expected happened. Paul went to the kitchen and returned with a bag full of what turned out to be dildos and vibrators of all kinds. He selected one and spoke again, “Brianna, we will start with this one. Now get up on the coffee table on all fours and spread your legs”.
I was amazed; it seemed that this guy was going to let us do just about anything to his beautiful wife. As Brianna meekly mounted the coffee table on all fours, I immediately stepped forward to get that dildo rammed up her cunt, but I was not quick enough because Sue was there before me. Brianna looked at her appealingly as she saw Sue move round behind her, but Sue just smiled as she approached the coffee table. She put a hand on each of Brianna’s ass cheeks and pulled them apart to further display Brianna’s glistening cunt. She smiled over at me. “I’m afraid this cunt is too wet and messy, we are going to have to clean it up”. As she spoke she bent down and picked up Brianna’s discarded panties and bra, and as we watched she began to poke the flimsy garments up inside Brianna’s gaping cunt.
It was a huge turn on to see Sue poking her fingers up inside Brianna forcing the garments up inside the depths of her cunt. Sue took the dildo I was holding and proceeded to use it to force the material deeper into Brianna, until it had all but disappeared leaving only one bra strap dangling obscenely between her legs.
Everyone had gathered closely around the tableau on the coffee table and most of the guys were rubbing at the erections bulging out their pants. Julie stood back to admire her handiwork. She picked up her drink and walked around to where Brianna, with tears in her eyes, was begging Paul, “Please put a stop to this, I beg you”.
Paul said nothing but Sue sipped her drink. “Oh come on Brianna, do try to put a brave face on this, you’re only knelt naked on a coffee table with your underwear stuffed up your cunt – it’s no big deal”. This brought sniggers from most of us as we looked on the humiliated woman. It seemed that being of the same gender generated no feelings of sisterly loyalty and support in Sue. In fact, just the opposite.
She turned to me, “Peter, I think that should have cleared some of the mess Brianna seems to have generated up that cunt of hers, would you like to do the honours and remove the obstructions, so that we can get on with the evening’s entertainment?”
I grasped the end of the bra strap protruding from Brianna’s cunt and slowly pulled. As I pulled, the flimsy garments began to ease out from inside her, first the bra and then pulling on behind it the lacy panties came into view. They were both sopping wet and slimy with her juices, like some kind of black placenta. When the last of the sodden material popped out from inside her I took them around to Brianna’s tear streaked face. “There Brianna “, I said, “we’ve cleaned you up nicely”. I pushed the soaked garments into her face and smeared her own cum over her cheeks and lips. She tried to draw away, but Lewis grasped her shoulders so that I could completely cover her face with her juices.
This was too much for one of the guys, Tom, who I saw get his cock out and start rubbing it furiously as he looked on. Julie, who was stood next to him, almost absent-mindedly reached over, removing his own hand and took over wanking him herself, while she sipped her drink with her other hand. Pretty soon it became obvious he was about to cum. Julie pulled him by the cock so that he was stood directly in front of Brianna. She glanced up when she saw the movement and a horrified expression appeared on her face as she saw the erect cock directly in front of her. She looked across at Julie, to see a malicious smile on her face as she pulled vigorously on the cock. Several others of the guys had their cocks out now and were stroking their erections.
We all watched as Julie made the last few strokes, and then she froze as she felt the spunk start to flow up his shaft. Brianna was struggling to get away, but Lewis and I held her fast waiting to see the spunk shoot into her face, but then at the last moment Julie directed Tom’s cock away and down to the surface of the glass topped coffee table. Brianna followed the cock with her eyes and saw the white fluid suddenly erupt from the tip of Tom’s cock. He seemed to shoot a vast amount, because a large puddle of slime began to build up on the glass just inches below Brianna’s face. Julie eased the last few drops from Tom’s cock and they both stood back to survey the scene.
Paul walked forward to look at his humiliated wife; her face still wet with her own cum that I had wiped over her, and with the puddle of Tom’s spunk directly below her. “Brianna”, he said, “You seem to have made a mess on the table, I think you’d better clear it up”. Brianna looked up at him as she knelt, not understanding. “I mean clean it up with your lips – lick that cum off the table”. Even in her semi-mesmerised state she resisted his command, but while Lewis held her shoulders I force her head down to the slime beneath her. I pushed down until her lips touched and then submerged into the pool of spunk. Still she resisted and then I saw Paul suddenly slap his hand hard across the tits dangling beneath her. She writhed in my hands as Paul almost shouted “Suck it up you whore, lick it up and get it down your throat, or I’ll beat your tits till they’re black and blue”. He emphasised his command with another heavy swipe across her tits that set them shaking as they swung beneath her.
She resisted for a moment longer and then we saw her tongue poke out from her mouth and she started to lick and suck at the spreading pool of cum. We watched as the whole area around her mouth and nose became smeared and slimy as she sucked and licked at the viscous mess. Finally she had taken the whole load into and onto her mouth. I released her head so that she could lift her head. Paul said, “OK. Now swallow it – let’s see you take that filth down your throat.” We watched as Brianna gathered the spunk in her mouth and swallowed it down with a grimace. There was open laughter from the assembled guests now. We had all divorced ourselves from any level of decent behaviour and were all intent on embarrassing and humiliating this woman as far as possible.
Sue and I were turning into the leaders of this pack and I called over to her, “Come on Sue, let’s get some of these dildos up her cunt”. Sue reacted with enthusiasm, “Oh yes, I’m sure you’d like that wouldn’t you Brianna, The feel of something big and hard up your cunt. You’ve been showing off that cunt of yours all year in that flimsy bikini you wear, teasing all of us. Now we can get to use it for something we can enjoy with you”.
She selected a large black dildo from the pile on the floor and while I pulled Brianna’s cunt lips apart with my fingertips, she eased the big black rubber cock up into Brianna’s passage. The rubber was covered in rough lumps that pulled at the sides of Brianna’s cunt as Sue pushed it up inside her. Brianna groaned as the dildo was pushed deeper and deeper into her cunt. Sue pulled back for a moment as she met resistance high up inside Brianna’s body, then pushed viciously forward again and we saw as the dildo moved on through Brianna’s resisting flesh until the full 9 inches was buried up inside her cunt.
Paul came round to inspect what had been done to his wife, as she knelt almost naked on all fours on the coffee table in front of all of us. He smiled at the sight of just the end of the big black dildo protruding from his wife’s cunt. He grasped the end and pulled it out half its length, then grinned maliciously as he rammed it straight back up again into his wife’s body. This brought a sharp grunt of pain from Brianna as the rubber jarred into her.
“Anyone else want a go”, he said to the group watching around the table. I surrendered my prime position behind Brianna to Greg, who up to this time had been a non-participant.
“Yes. I’ll have some of that”, he said and pulled and pushed at the dildo up Brianna’s cunt, again bringing groans of pain from the tormented woman.
Sue was getting quite flushed and agitated as she watched her erstwhile friend being abused in this way. She was obviously getting very aroused. She sounded almost hysterical as she called out, “Go on ram it right up the slut. Get another one, let’s ream her ass”. Even Paul seemed a little taken aback as we looked towards him for approval.
“OK”, he said, “she’s never allowed me up her ass before, perhaps its time her asshole was broken in”.
After all that had been done to her this evening, it was at this point that Brianna broke down and began to sob loudly, “Oh no, please”, she pleaded, “not that, please don’t let them push things up my ass. I’ll do anything, but please ..”
Paul interrupted her, “shut up slut. Peter you seem to be enjoying yourself, would you like the honour of getting into that virgin ass?”
I nodded enthusiastically. “Just lead me to it, but I think we’ll probably need some lubrication. Have you got any Vaseline or KY?”
Paul looked blankly for a moment and then said “I know, hold on a minute”. He disappeared into the kitchen area and when he returned he was holding bottle of olive oil. “Here”, he said, “this should do”. The look on Brianna’s face was a treat as she realised that not only was she going to get publicly sodomised, but also to aid the process her ass was going to be daubed with common or garden cooking oil.
I looked at the bottle as Paul handed it to me. I read from the label “Virgin olive oil – oh how very suitable”. This again raised a general laugh from the company, but alas Brianna didn’t seem to appreciate the joke and tried to struggle free, but Lewis and now Tom were holding her firmly in place in her ungainly position on the coffee table.
I approached her from behind and as Sue spread Brianna’s ass cheeks wide, I poured a liberal quantity of the oil round her puckered asshole and watched briefly as it trickled down around to her stuffed cunt and down her thighs. Then I started to massage the oil around her rosebud, quite gently rubbing the oil in. As I rubbed I eased my fingertip into the tight hole of her ass just a fraction. I felt as Brianna squirmed and then pulled out again only to reinsert it directly. At each withdrawal and reinsertion my finger progressed further up her ass until I had my first two knuckles up her hole. I held it there unmoving for a moment as I enjoyed the feel of Brianna struggling vainly to retreat from my invading finger.
Lewis and Tom had her firmly under control and there was no escape for her as I began to flex my finger inside her and push it in further until my finger was buried to the palm up her ass. Then I began to really finger fuck her ass pushing in and out and rotating and twisting my hand to widen the tight passage. I saw that Paul had gone around to the front of his wife and was smiling as he gazed down at her writhing on the table, obviously in pain from what I was doing to her. “Go on give her another finger – open her up wide.”
He had anticipated my intention and I withdrew my hand from her with the satisfying sight of her asshole slowly close as it slipped from her. I wiped my index finger in the goo covering her ass and cunt. Again with Sue’s hands spreading her ass cheeks, I invaded Brianna’s ass with two fingers. This time it was much more difficult and I had to use much more force to get my fingers right up inside her. But eventually amidst much crying out from Brianna, I managed again bury to myself up to the palm in her ass.
I really went to town now. I could feel the rigid dildo in her cunt as I pushed pulled and twisted my fingers inside her. I had become deaf to her cries of pain and concentrated on widening the opening in her ass so that we could abuse it further with the artificial cocks that Paul had assembled. This time when eventually I withdrew from her body, her asshole didn’t fully close and Sue in particular seemed fascinated as she peered up inside Brianna’s ravaged asshole.
“OK”, she said, “let me do it now – let’s show this cunt what it’s like to get something serious up her ass”. She retrieved another of the dildos from the goody bag. This was smaller than the first, about seven inches long and with a waist like a coke bottle near its end.
This time I held Brianna’s ass cheeks apart as Sue began to introduce the tip of the dildo into her still gaping asshole. The dildo was tapered towards the tip and this went up Brianna’s ass quite easily thanks to the preparatory work I had done. Soon, however the dildo flared out to around 1 1/2 inches diameter and Sue had to start pumping it in and out to stretch Brianna’s ass to accommodate it.
Paul was still standing looking down at his wife as she groaned and cried out as Sue worked at wedging the dildo further and further up into the dark orifice. Sue’s pushing at the hard rubber became more forceful until quite suddenly the thickest part of the dildo’s shaft was forced inside Brianna and her tightly stretched rosebud gripped strongly onto the waisted end, holding it wedged up inside her.
Both Sue and I stepped back and we all looked at Brianna, still on all fours but now nearly collapsed on the table with her ass in the air displaying perfectly the rubber shafts wedged in her cunt and ass. Tom and Lewis released her and she did collapse onto the table. Paul almost snarled at her, “Get up you slut, you’re making a mess on the table”, and it was true; the oil, the juices leaking from her cunt and the remains of Tom’s cum on he table meant she was knelt in a puddle of slime.
Slowly she pushed herself back until her feet reached the ground and then pulled herself upright. I say upright, but the discomfort of the rubber cocks in her cunt and ass, seemed to restrict her to a semi-crouching stance as she stood before us. She was a truly amazing sight, but I still had in mind further torments for her – I was not finished repaying her for her slights and insults in the past, and it seemed I had at least one willing accomplice in Sue.
“Brianna”, said Sue, “You really look like the slut you are, but it seems to me that the plastic cock in your cunt is not really showing your full potential”. She looked across to Paul. “Have we got anything bigger, so that Brianna can show us the real capacity of that over-used cunt of hers?”
“Well”, said Paul, “I do have a little something I prepared earlier”. He reached again into the goody bag and pulled out what appeared to be a broad leather belt. He reached in again and this time pulled out a wooden baseball bat. I happened to catch the look on Brianna’s face as this bat was pulled from the bag. Her face showed real fear, as she comprehended what was planned for her. I saw that the baseball bat was standard full size bat but it had been modified in that about 15″ from it’s end it had been drilled and three pieces of strong looking elastic cord had been attached. Each length of elastic had a metal hook on the end. At first I didn’t understand what these embellishments were for, but then the light dawned on me.
I took the belt and bat from Paul, determined to be the one to apply this ultimate humiliation to Brianna. As I approached her, Brianna tried to retreat, but again those two stalwarts Tom and Lewis grabbed her arms and held her in place. They pulled her upright from the comparative comfort of her crouching position and she groaned as they did so. I took the broad leather belt and cinched it very tightly around her waist. Whilst doing this my face was just inches away from her cunt with that black shaft of rubber embedded in it. On impulse I gripped it in my teeth and pulled it out from her body. All the guests seemed to appreciate this dramatic flourish and I offered a mock bow in response to the murmurs of approval.
Brianna knew that the relief she felt by the removal of the dildo was going to be only fleeting, as I gripped the baseball bat and smiled sweetly up into her horrified face. I swept my smile over the watching guests, savouring the moment. I saw that all the guys had their cocks out now and were stroking them to maintain full erections. Again I decided on a dramatic flourish. “I think it would be kind if we were to lubricate this wooden cock for Brianna. Would anyone like to oblige?” I pushed the end of the bat towards Terry, who seemed to be the one pulling on his cock most vigorously. “Come on Terry shoot your load on the end here, so that we don’t get too many splinters in her cunt”. This seemed to tip young Terry over the edge, because in no time his fevered wanking delivered spurt after spurt of thick spunk that he skilfully landed on the wooden tip of the bat.
I retrieved the bat and carefully twisting it in my hand to distribute and preserve the cum smeared on its tip, I carried it over to Brianna and cruelly waved it in front of her face. “There now Brianna, that should ease the passage of this wooden cock as I push it up you, and you’ll have the satisfaction of knowing you’re getting a friend’s spunk delivered straight to your womb.” The look of despair she gave her husband in the hope that he would not allow this final humiliation was met with bland indifference to her fate, and even to the risk of her actually conceiving to another man’s cum delivered by a wooden pole.
I knelt down in front of her and she tried to shrink away, but was held fast by Tom and Lewis. In desperation she locked her legs tightly together as I tried to push the head of the bat towards its goal. Paul came over “Open your legs slut, your guests want to see you dancing on that wooden cock”.
“No, oh no please” she begged. Paul pulled back his hand and slapped viciously against her left breast. Her breasts vibrated from the blow, and again as he backhanded her across her right breast. She screamed and almost immediately we saw red marks appear on her tits where his hands had struck. “Open your legs, you cunt”, he shouted into her face and raised his hand again.
“Please don’t hit me again” Brianna pleaded, “I’ll do it, I’ll do it”. Her legs relaxed and she spread her feet apart.
“Wider”, I said, and this time there was no hesitation. She moved her feet until they were two feet apart exposing her cunt directly in front of me. I spread the lips of her cunt with one hand while I offered up the broad head of the bat to her opening. It was obvious that, even with the stretch and manipulation we had applied with the dildo it was still going to be difficult getting the broad head of the bat into her. I eased it forward and spread some of Terry’s cum around the gaping opening. I pushed forward more and eased the broad head of the bat into her hole. It stuck briefly but gradually I applied more force and the head burst through the initial constriction and began to disappear up into her. As I pushed, I could see that the lips of her cunt were fully distended and pushing inwards as I pushed. I relieved the pressure a moment and pulled the wooden pole out slightly, smiling as I saw her cunt lips pulled out towards me gripping tightly onto the wooden shaft.
There was now no sound from Brianna, and as I looked up past her reddening tits I could see that her eyes were tight shut and a grimace of pain on her face. “Go on shove it up her”, I heard the voice of Julie. “Yes shove it right up the sluts cunt”, encouraged Sue. I didn’t know what poor Brianna had done to offend these two women, but whatever it was they were going to see she paid for it in full.
I renewed my efforts to force the bat up that stretched cunt. The head of the bat must have been fully 3″ across and it took repeated pushing and pulling, but gradually I was getting it up inside her. Eventually with about 9 inches up her I decide I needed mechanical help, and holding the bat in place with one hand I stretched the elastic cords up and hooked them onto the belt. One in front stretching up across her belly the other two back between her legs and across her ass to hook into the belt behind her back. The length of the elastic cords was finely judged to stretch and exert just the right tension to hold the bat in her cunt and to drag it up further into her.
I got to my feet to see what I had achieved. I have never seen a woman in such a humiliating position. Brianna’s face still glistened with the spunk she’d been made to lick up, her tits had bright red marks where Paul had slapped them, and now she had this huge wooden pole looking like some huge wooden cock sprouting from her cunt. The two guys released her arms and Brianna just stood there her head down and her eyes tight shut.
Just then another of the guys who had been pulling on his cock groaned and we could see that he was close to cumming. Sue pushed him toward Brianna “Go on shoot your load over the slut”. He staggered forward just as his cum shot out from his cock smothering Brianna’s belly and running down her thighs. There was a bright flash and Brianna’s head rose and her eyes opened to see that her husband had just taken a photograph of her in this, her ultimate humiliation.
However she was mistaken, Paul had not finished humiliating his wife yet. “Brianna”, he said, “Let’s see you walk around with that pole stuck up you. I want you to go to everyone in the room and show them how much of that wooden cock you’ve got inside you.” You could now see fear as well as humiliation in Brianna’s eyes as she struggled to obey.
She couldn’t really walk properly with that huge rod embedded in her. She shuffled around the room like some animal with its tail between her legs. As she moved we could see the elastic cords stretch and pulling on the bat, forcing it even deeper into her body. It swayed in front of her as she moved and we could see the pain etched on her face as every step jarred the blunt end into the delicate tissues up high within her body. At last she came to me, and although her eyes pleaded with me I couldn’t resist grasping the bat handle in one hand and giving it a stirring movement up inside her that brought tears to her eye and caused her to crouch over to relieve the pressure. As I continued to stir the bat in her cunt I saw Paul approach from the side. I saw that he had something in his hand.
I watched as he grasped Brianna by the tit and pull her upright. Then I saw what he had in his hand and so did Brianna and she tried to shrink away, but I had her firm by the pole in her cunt and Paul had hold of her tit. He was carrying two weighted nipple clamps and we all watched as he snapped the first on her left nipple. She gasped as the teeth on the clamp bit into the soft flesh of her nipple and then again when he attached the other to her right nipple. He still held the weights in his hand, but even so the tears were streaming down Brianna’s face as the clamps pulled on her poor mistreated flesh. She was rigid with the pain but she couldn’t take her eyes off the weights that he was gently lowering until their weight began to tug on her tits. He lowered further and the weights began to distort her tits and drag her nipples downwards. Finally he let them fall so that their full weight was dragging and tearing at her nipples. They swung gently as he released them and Brianna’s tits swung and twisted to their pull.
As he stepped back from her, her mouth was wide open in shock and pain. He smiled as he spoke, “Well Brianna, it’s getting late and our guests will be leaving soon, but there is one last little service you can perform for them. You seem to have teased and tormented our male guests into a state where they need some relief. You must give them that relief. Over here on your knees.”
He turned to us, “Gentlemen, if any of you feel the need of relief please come and use my wife, she will be only too happy to take your cum in her mouth and on her face. Isn’t that right Brianna?”
Brianna said nothing, distracted by the pain in her tits and her cunt. A frown crossed Paul’s face, “I said. Isn’t that right Brianna” As he spoke he lifted one of the weights clamped to her nipple and let it fall a couple of inches. A cry forced its way through Brianna’s lips and she gasped “Yes Paul. Anything”.
She shuffled forward and cautiously got to her knees, trying to ensure that the bat in her cunt got forced in no further. Although we couldn’t see it we knew that the butt plug was still firmly rammed into her ass as she carefully lowered herself. When Paul asked, “Who wants to be first?” I held back so that I could savour this final humiliation for the woman who had derided and ignored me for the past year.
Rick was the first to stand forward and begin to jerk himself off into her face. As his strokes speeded up and he neared orgasm Paul spoke again, “Open your mouth Brianna”. The fear of more punishment to her cruelly tortured breasts and nipples ensured she obeyed immediately, just as Rick’s cock shot forth his load straight into her mouth. Even before the final spurt had dribbled onto her chin another of the guys stood forward pulling furiously on his cock. Before he could come however, Sue, who did not want to miss participating in this final humiliation of Brianna, stepped forward and grasping his cock provided the last few strokes to bring him off into Brianna’s mouth and face.
The next guy stepped forward and Sue grasped his cock and repeated the operation. All of the guys were very close to cumming after the events of the evening and again it took only a few strokes from Sue’s hand to bring him off and shoot his cum. This time Sue guided his cock to shoot the thick spunk into Brianna’s eyes and hair. I couldn’t hold back any longer and thrust my cock into Sue’s hand to deliver my offering to Brianna. When I shot my load I swear it was the biggest load of spunk that I have ever ejaculated. I watched every spurt as Sue directed it all into Brianna’s mouth. I watched as she gagged and choked as the powerful spurts shot into the sensitive tissue at the base of her throat. I seemed to cum forever, and when I finished I could see a pool of my cum laying in Brianna’s mouth. “OK Brianna, swallow your medicine like a good girl”. The pain and fear in Brianna now meant she would obey commands from anyone and I savoured the moment as I watched her mouth close over my sticky cum and I saw her swallow and force the liquid down her throat.
The last few guys now came forward in turn and dowsed Brianna in more spunk, even the guys who had already wanked over her earlier in the evening. When the last of the guys had dumped his load on her, Paul turned to us. “Well thank you all for coming to our little party and I’m sure Brianna would like to thank you for your last little parting gifts. Brianna. See our guests to the door.”
And that was the end of the evening, but there was one final little display to round off our evening. He made Brianna stand outside the front door and wish farewell to her guests. Even though it was by now quite late there were still several Rocky(D) walkers and other late revellers walking by who must have been delighted by the sight of this woman, naked, and still with her tits clamped and the long handle of the bat sticking out from her cunt.
I was the last to leave and witnessed the last little cruelty of the evening. As Sue left immediately in front of me she turned to Brianna. She thanked her for a lovely evening and then her hand shot out, lifted the weights clamped to Brianna’s nipples and with a last malicious grin let them fall. My last memory of the evening is of looking back up the path as Brianna hugged her tits in agony as the weights bounced and pulled on her abused flesh.
As I said at the beginning – one hell of an evening.