Naked Lies (23 page)

By lunchtime,
I was aching to come. My panties drenched, my clitoris painfully
swollen, I needed more than masturbation. I needed a partner. When
Den phoned with his threats, demanding that I give him my body, I
tried to resist. But I needed him, his cock, his sperm - there was
no way I could deny it. Finally, I gave in.

He came round
clutching a Tesco's carrier bag, his face beaming triumphantly as
he closed the front door and followed me into the lounge. Knowledge
was power, I reflected - but my insatiable clitoris was more
powerful than anything. It wasn't Den who ruled my life now but my
incessant yearning for debased sex.

"This is going
to be good," he murmured, rummaging in the bag as I slipped my
blouse off. "The fuck of all fucks." Releasing my bra, my nipples
stiffening as the silk cups fell away from my swollen breasts, I
felt that the battle was over. I knew that I was going to give
myself completely. There was no point in resisting, in fighting any
more.

"Right," Den
smirked as I tugged my skirt and panties down, revealing my
dripping sex crack. "First, we'll stiffen your nipples." Standing
before me, he clipped clothes pegs onto my milk teats, the pain
permeating my firm breasts as he stood back and grinned. Biting my
lip as I looked down at my abused teats, the pain intense as the
pegs bit into my sensitive brown protrusions, I knew that this was
only the beginning of a session of sex that would remain etched in
my memory forever.

At least Mat was at work, I reflected thankfully as Den forced
me to get on the floor on all fours. "Your cunt looks good from
behind," he leered as he delved into the innocuous looking bag
again.
My cunt
.
That one special part of my body that men desired, fought for, paid
for - killed for.

"OK, bitch,
walkies time." Strapping a leather dog collar around my neck, he
pulled on the chain, yanking my head up. More than a sex slave now,
he was treating me like an animal. My naked body was purely an
object to be used and abused, my cunt nothing more than a hot, wet
hole to be fucked. My nipples pinched agonizingly by the clothes
pegs, my head pilloried by the chain, I'd been plunged into the
darkest depths of degradation, humiliation. I had entered my
domain.

"Walkies!" he
chuckled, pulling on the chain. I crawled across the carpet, my
pinched nipples aching, my naked buttocks projecting, my cunny lips
crudely displayed. What did he intend to do with me? I wondered
fearfully as he grabbed his bag of tricks and led me through the
hall into the kitchen. Opening the back door, he made me crawl down
the garden like an animal.

The sun warmed my naked body as he led me to the old apple
tree. Soft beneath my hands, my knees, the grass comforted me. I
noticed the daisies, looking at me.
Chains.
Daisy chains
. My childhood a sepia
photograph, my only chains now were my bonds. The garden hoe lay
nearby.

I felt
different now that I knew who was involved in the wicked plan.
Although a slave to Den, and effectively to Mat, I had grown to
enjoy the sex, the games. I was an angel of sex. My naked body my
temple, sought after by men and women, I was a sex goddess.

"Right, now
the fun starts!" Den laughed, yanking my head up and securing the
end of the chain to a branch. The sun filtered through the leaves
above me, flickering like stars. I liked sunbathing naked, feeling
the warmth permeating my firm breasts, my nipples, my secret
places. I felt the sun bathing the fullness of my buttocks. Was I
to be thrashed?

Taking two
metal stakes and a hammer from the bag, my master drove them into
the ground. Tying my ankles to the stakes with lengths of rope, my
feet wide apart, a bolt of arousal coursed through my vulnerable
frame. The cane or the leather belt? I speculated. Was he going to
drive his organ deep into my bottom-hole and sperm in my
bowels?

My head held
high by the chain, my feet tethered, I couldn't escape the
demeaning, the evocative position. As my master blindfolded me, I
speculated on what fate might be in store. Was I to be licked to
orgasm, my clitoris caressed by his sweeping tongue as he fingered
my cunt? Mat was at work, I reasoned in my darkness. So why
blindfold me?

Hearing male
voices, a cold chill ran up my spine as I realized that I was to be
crudely taken by more than one man. How many were there? Would they
take turns to fuck me, to spunk me? One after the other using my
cunt to satisfy their lust, their perverse desires? Arousal gripped
me.

"Right on
cue!" Den laughed, slapping my naked buttocks with the palm of his
hand. "OK, who's going up her cunt?"

"I'll take her
fanny," a man replied eagerly. His voice was smooth, dark. Was his
cock big?

"And I'll have
her arsehole," another rejoined.

"That just
leaves her mouth," Den chortled.

Someone slid beneath my naked body, his solid penis stabbing
between my gaping vaginal lips as he lay on his back. Fingers
yanked my fleshy folds apart, opening my vaginal mouth, exposing my
most intimate sex flesh. Suddenly, the anonymous stud penetrated
me, his huge shaft stretching me open, filling me to capacity. My
buttocks yanked apart, a tongue licked my once secret valley,
wetting my anal portal. I shuddered as the man beneath me slid his
penis out of my cunt and then drove into me again, battering my
cervix.
The goddess of
sex
.

The tongue
left my anal rose and a solid knob pressed against my delicate
brown ring, trying to enter me there. "No!" I screamed as the glans
pushed past my defeated sphincter muscles and drove into the dank
heat of my rectal duct. My screams were futile, I knew, as the
thick shaft glided deep into my bowels. My holes dilated by two
erect organs, I thought I'd split open as the crude double fucking
began. Never had I endured such a corrupt act, and I wondered at my
femininity. I had no claim to femininity now, I was nothing more
than a wanton whore, an obscene tart. I trembled in my
pleasure.

"Open your
mouth, bitch!" Den ordered me as he knelt before my sweating face.
I complied, taking the third penis into my quivering body,
imagining my plunderers all coming at once, filling my abused
orifices with their gushing jism. There were new sensations as the
penises within my bloated holes massaged each other through the
thin membrane separating my ducts.

I wanted to
cry, but there were no tears. I tried to deny the pleasure the
three phalluses were bringing me, but the beautiful sensations
wouldn't grant me denial. In the dark of my blindfold I felt pubic
hairs tickling my nose as Den drove his weapon to the back of my
throat. I breathed in his sex-scent. It was stronger in the
dark.

My naked body
rocking with the triple fucking, my clitoris forced from its pink
bonnet, erect in arousal, I knew I was going to come as never
before. I couldn't hold back, the sensations building in my
trembling womb invading my bloated pelvis, reaching out to every
nerve ending. My holes sore and inflamed as the plundering organs
seemed to swell to an incredible size, I knew my triple sperming
was imminent. I'd dreamed of three cocks fucking me, and now, in
all its perverse, its beautiful reality, my dream was seeing the
light of day.

Let go, let go!
My thoughts whispered
as a tide of milk surged from the estuary of my bursting vagina. I
felt as if I was floating on the outrushing of breath from my
abusers' gasping mouths, drifting in my darkness. I wanted Lisa,
her smooth, hairless cunt pressed against my mouth, my tongue deep
within her creamy love hole. I didn't want Lisa.

"God!" Den
cried, towering above me, his knob swelling within the wet heat of
my mouth. The brown tissue of my bottom-hole gripping the intruding
shaft, my cunt burning, inflamed, my clitoris exploded in orgasm as
the men gasped in their coming. My tongue drowning in sperm, my
holes brimming with male ejaculate, I shuddered in my own massive
climax.

Swinging balls
smacking between my open thighs, my vaginal throat gulping spunk,
my anal tube fervently sucking in male milk, I swallowed the cream
shooting from Den's orgasming knob. I was alive with crude sex,
revelling in my debauchery, wallowing in the baseness of the
obscene act. The man riding my bottom slapped my buttocks, the
stinging pain only enhancing my immense pleasure. Responding to the
surges of orgasm coursing through my chained body, my pinched
nipples sent electrifying tingles of sex through my swelling
breasts.

I thought I'd
die from pleasure as my climax peaked, gripping me in its luxurious
glove, shaking me to the very core of my being. I was flying,
flying like a bird on the wing high above the clouds of
consciousness to a heaven of pure sexual bliss. Was this the real
me? I wondered in the delirium of my sexual haze. Was I really a
confirmed nymphomaniac? I could come to no other conclusion. I was
wicked.

"Ah, ah!
Spunking up her arse!" the man behind me gasped as his sperm
continued to jet into my bowels.

"And her
cunt!" the one beneath my tethered body rejoined as he thrust his
cock into my sopping cavern.

Impaled on
three apoplectic penises, my naked body rocking back and forth, my
own orgasm peaked again, sending shockwaves of crude pleasure
through my quivering flesh. How much more could I take? I wondered,
the cocks within my lust holes finding their rhythm, thrusting in
unison. My three orifices fucked, spunked, my climax gripping me, I
imagined Lisa licking my clitoris, her long black hair tickling my
inner thighs, my stomach. I wanted her.

At last, my
orgasm began to subside and the spent cocks withdrew, leaving their
sated orifices. I swallowed Den's sperm, savouring the residue from
my lips as my body shuddered in the waning of my climax. What now?
I wondered apprehensively, excitedly, as the men moved about. I
wanted another triple fucking.

A chink of daylight appeared before my dazed eyes. My
blindfold had slipped during the debauchery. Turning my head to one
side, through my peephole I encountered four pairs of shoes. Four?
Instantly recognizing Mat's black brogues, my stomach somersaulted
as I realized that he'd been watching the crude fucking. What were
his thoughts as he'd watched two penises fucking the intimate holes
between my thighs? What sort of man would watch his wife being
crudely abused by three other men?
An evil
bastard
.

Like a thief
in the night, the thought of Mat witnessing my enforced debauchery
sent a bolt of arousal through my tethered body. Chained like an
animal, fucked and spunked by strangers while my husband watched, I
quivered as my arousal soared. Sperm oozing from my lust ducts,
running in rivulets down my trembling thighs, I had never known
such stimulation. I wanted to come again, to have three men fuck me
again while my husband watched.

Mat's feet
moved behind me. The other men moved and my buttocks were parted,
crudely yanked open to expose my sperm-wet anal inlet. It was Mat,
I knew, as a bulbous glans pressed against my anal rose, my anal
mouth. He was going to fuck me there while his accomplices
watched.

Driving his
cock deep into my bowels, he grabbed my hips and withdrew. Again,
he propelled his shaft deep into my secret tube, stretching me wide
open, stimulating my inner flesh. His balls slapping my dripping
vaginal lips, he increased his fucking rhythm, my body rocking back
and forth as his pistoned my private cylinder.

A solid knob
brushed against my mouth as I gasped with pleasure. It was wet -
sperm-wet and cunny-wet. The cock that had fucked my cunt, spunked
my cervix, now wanted to fuck my mouth. Parting my lips wide I
sucked the swollen glans into my hot mouth and ran my tongue over
its silky-smooth cylinder. Two men - my husband fucking my bottom
and a stranger fucking my mouth. I was drifting on a cloud of
lust.

Never had I
known that such depths of depravity existed, such sexual ecstasy.
Desires emerged from the deep canyons of my mind, unknown desires.
Never had I dreamed that I'd derive such satisfaction from my
husband's abuse. I hated him as he rudely fucked my bottom. I hated
myself. I love-hated him. What was he? A monster, a fiend, a sexual
creep... What was I?

"Really give
it to the bitch!" Den urged as a hand slapped my buttocks. "Give
her the arse-spunking of her life!" As Mat fucked my bottom, I
sucked on the throbbing organ within my mouth, savouring the heady
cocktail of vaginal juice and sperm. I wanted him to come in time
with Mat, for my holes to receive their communion in unison. I
craved crude sex in all its crudity.

Mat stifled
his groans as his sperm gushed from his indriving knob and jetted
into my inflamed anal cylinder. The swollen glans in my mouth
exploded in orgasm, the issuing jism bathing my tongue, filling my
cheeks. Fingers delved between my saturated cunny lips, locating my
yearning bud, massaging me to a massive orgasm as my body was
pumped full of male come. I was discovering my sexual heaven, my
inner paradise.

My entire body
shaking uncontrollably, my earth-shattering climax threatened to
eliminate me. The crude double fucking, my audience, my wicked
husband - all combined to transport me to hitherto unknown heights
of sexual gratification. On and on the spasming knobs spermed,
pumping, gushing, jetting. I was full, brimming with male cream,
rivers of semen streaming from my perverse pleasure holes.

At last, the
flows ceased and the restless cocks stilled themselves within their
sopping roosts. Trembling as my own orgasm diminished into soft
ripples of pleasure, I wondered how I could ever face Mat again.
How could he face me? In his depravity, his wickedness, how could
he ever kiss me and make love to me as before?