M & M SERIES
THE BIG DEAL
Part 1 – Sexual Negotiations & Closings
BY: SLUDGE
Email: jiwjiw11@yahoo.com
DISCLAIMER:
The following story contains elements of an adult nature, and those less than 21 years of age, or those who are offended by graphic fighting, bondage, non-consensual sex, rape and wonderfully extreme promiscuity, should read no further.
Everyone else, please proceed and enjoy the plights of our heroine’s as they look incredibly voluptuous, gorgeous and scantily clad while striving to make society safe from evil doers and too often get lewdly ravished and totally debauched in the pursuit of their worthy goals.
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THE DEAL OF A LIFETIME:
Just two months ago, Saul found out that his wife,
Mona, was a superheroine. A month ago,
in spite strong opposition from his family, he had voided the prenup agreement
with Mona, making his luscious trophy wife extremely happy, and a wealthy woman,
and not necessarily in that order.
Today, Saul was sitting at his desk anxiously waiting
for his lawyer to call, hoping to score a third straight major windfall. He was working on the biggest deal of his
life. If he could close this venture, it
would take him from being wealthy, but unknown outside of his own geographic
area, to being rich and famous, far surpassing the accomplishments of his
esteemed father.
He had lined up all of the needed investors, except
the key one, as well as bringing in a cartel of lenders for his multi-billion dollar,
international real estate project. All
that was missing to complete the deal, and his place in history, was for him to
land a very well known, in financial circles, major player to be the keystone
investor who would insure the project’s success.
He had been scouring the market place for months,
trying to find such an individual, but hadn’t been successful, mostly because
of his arrogance and the tough terms he was insisting on. But now, he was short on time to close the
deal and was beginning to be very worried about his ability to get it
done. In fact he was essentially down to
his last chance.
His personal as well as business attorney was Issac
Shine, the brother of his ex-wife, Lynda.
He and Issac had been working on this deal for over a year, spending
hundreds of hours together, strategizing and chasing down the lenders and
potential investors.
With time being so close to running out, two days ago,
in near desperation, Issac had suggested to Saul that they talk to Lynda and
ask her to go out and meet with her uncle, Archibald Weiss, on Saul’s behalf,
and talk to him about coming into the deal as the lead investor Saul so
desperately needed.
There was no question in Saul’s mind that Weiss was
the investor he had to have and that Lynda had the stroke with her uncle to be
able to bring him into the deal.
That said, Saul hadn’t been at all confident about
Lynda’s willingness to help him, under the circumstances of their divorce, but,
having no choice but to ask find out if she would do it for him, he had given
Issac the go ahead to call her.
Lynda’s very private uncle was one of the richest men
in
On the contrary, Archibald not only dressed in near
rags and had wild waist length hair, he only bathed a few times a year, which
was also about the number of times he had someone come in and clean up the
mansion.
Archibald’s extreme eccentricity was a product of being
both being born filthy rich and spending most of his life abusively using
drugs, booze and babes. After his wife
had divorced him for being too peculiar to live with, he had moved his equally
besotted brother in with him and, since then, the pair had been on a many year
drug and live porn orgy binge.
His two sons, who were now in their mid-thirties, had
also joined in on their father and uncle’s legendary, bi-weekly orgy parties of
sex, physical abuse and chemical stimulation, that their father and uncle had
been throwing for years. Four years ago
the sons had moved into their father’s home with him and uncle Bobby.
The orgies had gradually become worse and worse, over
the years. They had started out as sex
parties, mostly attended and participated in by the comely young wives and
girlfriends of junior executives who were employed by Archibald’s vast array of
businesses. Archibald’s business creed
to his executives had always been “Let your wives give head to get you ahead.”
But the parties had eventually become so rough and
wild that Archibald had, from necessity, switched to using high priced call
girls and hiring ambulances to park outside, fully staffed with emergency
personnel, waiting to take care of the female casualties of the riotous carnage
that was going on inside his mansion.
The years of unrestrained excesses, of every kind, had
finally reached a point where none of life’s normal sexual diversions worked
for the two sets of brothers any more, and their demands and abuses had driven
them into a spiraling dissent down into the basest levels of gross debauchery.
Besides Archibald’s immense wealth, the only thing
that had saved them all from ending up in jail for reckless endangerment or
even killing someone, was when a guy named Ronnie Levine had found out about
the riotous parties and had contacted the brothers and made arrangements to
supply Archibald with superheroine’s to service the demands of the four
demented family members and their invited, equally freakish friends.
Since that fortuitous meeting with Levine, the parties
had continued to get worse, but the very high paid superheroine’s had been able
to absorb the tremendous demands on their bodies and psyches, although even
they often complained, afterwards. In
fact, several of them had even refused to go back any more, because they had
been so completely trashed by the party goers.
Because of these dropouts, staffing had gotten so
tight for Ronnie, that he had called his friend Sharkey, in
Other than his orgies, Archibald’s only physical
contact with the outside world was with his niece, Lynda. She and Issac were the only other relatives
he had, aside from his brother and sons.
He adored his beautiful, kinky and delicious niece to distraction, and
always had. Since her early teens, he
had been showering her with expensive gifts and large sums of money, with very
favorable results.
Although he doted on his niece, he only tolerated her
brother, Issac, and did that only because he was Lynda’s sister. Issac had only seen his uncle a handful of
times in his lifetime.
After getting the okay from Saul, Issac had called his
sister immediately, and told her what they had in mind for her to do. To both their surprises, she had readily
agreed to meet Issac at her condo the next morning and discuss exactly what
they wanted her to do for Saul.
Issac had gone over to his sister’s home at 9AM. She led
him into her study, her well curved hips swaying back and forth,
hypnotically. She was dressed in a pair
of tight, pink shorts and a form fitting, sleeveless, white midriff top, and
was perched some five inch, high heeled, white, open backed wedges. They sat down, facing each other, and she
crossed her legs with the flare of a very confident, beautiful woman, then
listened to her brother explain the plan to her, while he took in the
breathtaking view of her very familiar curves.
The brother and sister were very, very close. After her divorce from Saul, Lynda had
recommended that he stay on as Saul’s attorney, partly so he could keep her
posted on what was going on with Saul, with whom she had many joint business
investments, as a result of their divorce.
As a result, she already knew everything about the details of Saul’s
massive real estate project.
Lynda was very astute about real estate deals. While she had been married to Saul, she had
learned a lot about the real estate business and, due to her unique training,
had been smart enough to see that this project of Saul’s was a can’t miss
opportunity that her uncle should join in on.
She also knew, for sure, that she could persuade her Uncle Archy to do
it. As her brother talked, she actually
understood everything about the deal much better than he did.
In her sharp, calculating mind she knew, now that Saul
was asking for her help with her uncle, that the power had shifted to her and
the only remaining question in her mind, was what she should get as a reward
for talking her uncle Archibald into being the lead horse in her ex-husband’s
deal.
She was still terribly angry with Saul for dumping her
for that trophy tramp, Mona, and would never forgive him for that. She hated, even more, his phenomenally
beautiful, sophisticated, voluptuous, second wife, not only for stealing Saul
away from her, but even worse, for looking the way she did - drop dead
gorgeous.
Ever since the divorce, she had been anxiously waiting
and praying for the opportunity to rub Mona’s elegant nose in a pile of crap
and keep it there, with her boot pressed hard against the beautiful bitch’s
neck. And there was no question in her
mind that this circumstance she was being asked to participate in, would give
her the chance to do just that.
Because of her unique, well earned position of
influence with her perverted uncle, and because the project was such a good
deal, she knew that she would be able to sweet talk the sex obsessed Archibald
into doing anything and everything she wanted, thereby enabling her to extract
complete revenge on the two people she hated most in life.
Even though she hated Saul she still wanted to play up
to him, when she could, and try to drive a wedge between he and his
accomplished blonde marriage wreaker, and if she were successful in doing so,
and won him back, then she would drop him like a bad habit and laugh in his
face when she did it. “God revenge was
wonderful,” she thought, with a twisted smile.
Knowing exactly how greedy and vain Saul was, she was
absolutely certain that he would do anything to close this deal, in order to
become rich and famous, no matter what it took, or who it hurt, including his
gorgeous trophy wife. She knew that he
would think nothing of sacrificing her to the make the deal, if it served his
purpose.
After her brother had called yesterday, she had
confidently sat down and made out her wish list of the harsh demands that she
planned to hand over to her uncle for him to insist on during his negotiations
with Saul and his damnably beautiful wife.
First she would have Uncle Archy make Saul and Mona
give her 1/3rd of their interest in the project. That would take money they were earning and
divert it to her. This would make her a
rich woman, and would gall the hell out of both Saul and Mona, but it would not
accomplish her main goal, revenge in all of its humiliating glory.
Worse than anything, she wanted to totally abuse and
humiliate Mona, right in front of Saul. She
wanted the blonde bitch beaten and fucked over until she almost passed out and
she wanted Saul to have to condone it and then have to watch every minute of
the depraved debauchery.
Of course, to make all of the debauchery satisfy her
the most, she also wanted the pleasure of getting to watch it all happen, right
in front of her own eyes. Therefore she
was going to have Uncle Archy insist that Saul’s slut of a wife be the primary
entertainment at the next one of his bi-weekly orgies, as a condition of his
buying into Saul’s deal.
She smiled, knowing that, when push came to shove, her
greedy, vain, snake of an ex-husband would agree, in a heartbeat, to order Mona
to give it all up for Archibald and this friends and let herself be worked
over, physically and sexually, in exchange for Archibald buying into this deal
of a lifetime and making her a very rich woman and party tramp.
Finally, she wanted the revenge to last forever so she
was going to have her uncle insist on two more provisions (1) make Saul
continue to give the bitch up twice a year, to attend one of her uncle’s gang
bang orgies, as the lead entertainer/female sacrifice to Sodom, and (2) make
them agree that she would be put in charge of investor relations for the real
estate project, and that Mona would be assigned to work directly for her, to be
used by her to keep the investors happy, in every way they desired to be
pleased. Having an in-house whore like
Mona, after all, makes perfect business sense.
After hearing Issac out and satisfying herself that
this was indeed the perfect situation she had been waiting for, she got up and
went over and sat down on her brother’s thighs.
She grasped his face and gave him a very wet, French kiss, then handed
him the list of demands that she had prepared the previous night. Issac read them while she squirmed around in
his lap with nearly demonic excitement.
When he had finished reading the revengeful list, she
kissed him and asked, “Did I leave anything out, darling.” He shook his head in amazement. His sister was an absolute ball buster, as he
had always known. “No,” he responded, “I
think you have covered everything.”
She kissed him again and said, “Darling, lets work
closely together on this and make the deal happen. I will reel in our uncle to be the lead
investor for Saul’s deal and you keep advising Saul to agree to all of uncle Archy’s
demands about the technical issues. I
know that, under these circumstances, Saul will do whatever you advise him to
do and then will give his over stacked wife up to the fucking I want her to
suffer.”
“Then, when everything is signed, I am going to attend
the orgy with Saul and make sure that the skanky harlot, Mona, gets a beating
and a fucking that will drive her into the depths of depravity, right before
Saul’s eyes. She wiggled her ass again,
massaging the bone in Issac’s lap with her hot crotch, and promised, “Darling,
to reward you for your efforts, you can have a nasty piece of the bitch, too,
if you want.” His cock aching, Issac
groaned out a weak, “Okay.”
Lynda got up, gave his stiff cock a quick squeeze with
her hand, saying, “nice to see that you still like your sister,” then went over
to her desk and placed a call to Archibald.
With sugar dripping off of her every word, Issac listened to her easily
arrange a meeting with her favorite uncle, for the next morning.
The first step in her plan accomplished, she hung up,
came over and gave her brother’s stiff cock a nice long squeeze, then led him
by it to the door by his cock, promising him that she would prevail with her
uncle and get the deal done tomorrow, and that she would report back to him
when the meeting with Archibald was over.
Issac staggered out, thinking about getting that piece of Mona’s
incredible ass he had just been promised.
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UTILIZING HER MEANS OF PERSUASSION / WHAT’S AN UNCLE
FOR:
When she awoke, Lynda was on a very revenge driven
high. She showered and then, knowing
exactly how to get her way with her sexually demented uncle, she skipped
putting on a bra altogether and moved right into slipping on bikini panties, a
matching garterbelt, sensuous mid-thigh nylons, which she snapped to the garter
straps. Then she stepped into some
orange latex knee high boots, with five inch heels and picked out her most
erotic and revealing dress. It was
pastel orange, had a very low cut bodice and a disgracefully short skirt. Everything fit her like a tight glove,
accentuating her exotic curves to their fullest.
Knowing that, looking the way she did and then acting
the way she looked, would get her uncle’s full attention and cooperation, she
jumped into her flashy little BMW convertible and gleefully drove out to
Archibald’s isolated, Munster-like mansion, parked in the driveway and let
herself in to the trashed, reeking, dungeon of a home.
She entered through the huge old castle and worked her
way back through the debris strewn hallways until she got to Archibald’s
room. When she arrived at the half ajar
door, she pushed it open, went in and found her uncle reading a bound sheath of
papers the size of a Sears catalog. She
walked over and kissed him on the forehead then said, “Uncle, I thought you
would at least have taken a bath in honor of my visit.”
Archibald’s raspy voice answered, “Oh hell, baby,
you’ve had me so busy reading all about your ex-husband’s new real estate deal,
that I haven’t had time for anything else.
Besides, I thought you liked me just like I am, a dirty old man.”
“Of course I do, silly,” she said, as she pushed the
binder aside and sat on his lap, found his mouth amongst all of the dirty,
stained facial hair and kissed it passionately, tasting a variety of foul
flavors while she smelled the stench emanating from the truly dirty old
man. After tonguing the nasty oral hole,
deeply, she broke the kiss, gasping, and said, “Oh, Uncle, you know that I
always love you just the way you are and I know that you love girls who like to
give it up for dirty old men.”
He leaned down and licked her heaving cleavage, as he
said, “At-a-girl, you certainly know the way to a man’s heart and his
balls.” As he continued to lick the bare
tops of her bountiful mammaries, she said, “I see that you are still reading
Saul’s financial package.” “I sure am,
Peaches, and the project is every bit as good as you said it was. Your asshole of an ex-husband may have
treated you wrong, but he sure is one hell of a real estate developer. That is actually the best deal I’ve ever
seen.”
Thrilled to hear her uncle affirm her thoughts, she
asked, “So, are you going to agree to be the lead investor, for me?” “I will, if you do a little more persuading
of your filthy minded old uncle Archibald.”
She kissed him again, with the excitement of complete
success coursing through her body, then asked, “And you will do everything that
we talked about last night, in order to let me pay back Saul, and that bitch
wife of his, for what they did to me.”
“Baby, with a little more sexual encouragement from
you, I’ll do whatever you want me too,” he promised. “Oh, Uncle Archy, you certainly know how to
make a girl happy. When the deal is
done, I can’t wait for you to have the wildest party you have ever had, and
make Saul sit and watch his blonde harlot wife get completely trashed by
everybody in attendance. I don’t want
her spared anything and I want her to be so thoroughly worked over that, when
the orgy is over, she will have to crawl out of here on her hands and knees.”
“If that is the revenge you want, then that’s what you
shall get, my darling. And from what I
have heard, the object of your hate is one gorgeous bimbo, so everyone will
enjoy the hell out of sticking it to Saul’s hot assed slut,” he smiled,
devilishly.
“Oh thank you, Uncle, this is the nicest thing you
have ever done for me,” she gushed.
“Glad to do it for you, sweetheart, but I am still going to need a
little more coaxing from you, before I say yes, for sure,” he leered,
playfully.
“Oh, Uncle, just tell me what you want. You know that I will do anything you ask me
too,” she said, even more anxious than usual to please her family member, sugar
daddy. “Well, I need a hot blowjob from
you and you know that, as jaded as I am, a perfectly successful blowjob
requires that you let me watch you get fucked before you do me,” he reminded
her.
“Of course, Uncle, you know how much I love to do that
for you,” she cooed, ready to do absolutely anything he wanted, to compensate
him for what he was going to allow her to do to Saul and his blond wife.
“Good, baby, now you go and get one of my dumb ass
sons and bring him back here, then let me watch you two make out, so I can get
a hard on,” he panted. She jumped off
his lap, ran out the door and started looking for one of her cousins.
She looked through several rooms in the huge mansion,
before she came across Archibald’s youngest son, Hank, who was lying on a mat
on the floor, completely wasted and snoring in a deep, pot induced sleep.
Like the other members of his family, Hank’s hair was
wildly unkempt, he hadn’t shaved in years and he had been wearing and sleeping
in his shabby clothes, apparently for weeks.
He was the poster child for what happens to you and your brain when you
over indulge in drugs. He was very tall
and thin and, like his brother and uncle, he was extremely well hung.
She shook his shoulder several times but only got
groans of protest from him. She finally
rolled him over on his back, stripped off her panties, straddled his head and
sat down on his face. Then she pressed
her pussy down, engulfing his nose and mouth, completely, and began smothering
him. The lack of oxygen and the taste
and smell of a woman’s snatch, conspired to bring Hank out of his chemically
induced slumber and he soon scrambled out from under her, spluttering.
She stood up, put her panties back on and said, “Hi,
Hank, want a piece of ass,” she asked, matter of factly? He wiped his hand across his cuntal juice wet
lips and nose, then said, “Why sure, cousin Lynda.” “Well come with me, Uncle Archy wants to
watch you make out with me, so he can get it up then get it off when I blow
him,” she said, taking his hand.
They went to Archibald’s room and her uncle said,
“Alright, Hank, sit on this couch right here in front of me and let me see you
two put on some really hot and dirty foreplay action, before you fuck her
good. That will get me hard so that I’ll
be able to blow my load down her throat and get some of that nasty oral
gratification I love. You got that, you
worthless piece of shit.” “Yeah, I got
it, you old fart,” Hank mumbled, as he led his extremely sexy looking cousin
over to the often used, very stained couch.
They sat down and went into a clinch and began
feverishly working on each others bodies.
Hank had made it with his cousin several times before, so there was no
problem getting down and dirty, real quick.
Hank thought that she was absolutely sensational looking and knew, from
experience, that she was as hot as she looked.
She was, by far, his favorite filthy fuck. His sexy cousin had absolutely no inhibitions
at all, period.
Archibald settled back in his chair and watched the
two of them go after each other like two animals in heat, and saw his spicy
niece get practically eaten alive by his still drug high, big bonered, slob of
a son.
Archibald loved to see his luscious, willful, kinky
niece in action. She got hot quick and
would fuck absolutely anything for him.
She was a born performer who loved to be watched while she was having
sex. She eventually lost her panties,
leaving her with her skirt up around her waist and her crotch framed by the
orange garterbelt and nylons. Her tits
were out of the bodice of her dress and were glistening all over with Hank’s
slobber. His son began inserting his
fingers into her pussy, anus and mouth, over and over, until all three of the
orifices had the same flavor and slickness.
When Hank had gotten up to using four fingers on her
orifices, he made a series of trips around her pleasure holes, opening her up
completely. He then slid her off of the
couch onto her ass on the floor, with the back of her head resting against the
edge of the middle seat cushion. Then he
got off of the couch and, facing his uncle, backed up and straddled her
upturned face, then dropped his cock down into her open mouth and began flexing
his knees and drop fucking her mouth, lewdly, forcing it down her throat to
full depth.
After using her mouth as a cock receptacle/second
pussy during the nasty face fuck, Hank turned her around, put her shoulders on
the floor and lifted her ass up, placing her back up against the front of the
couch, and putting her ass up against the cushion, right where her head had
been moments before, with her knees now being down beside her ears. He straddled her again, looked down at her
sex intoxicated face, then dropped his cock in the upturned pussy and began
down fucking it hard.
Archibald watched his luscious, highly turned on niece
take all of his son’s dirty fucking, while his own large cock had fully
unfurled and was ready to be gratified by Lynda’s nastily talented mouth. He watched his son go into his closing pussy
thrusts, then finally fire his first ejaculation into her cunt, then watched
Hank pull out of her pussy, move forward and kneel over her face, then plug his
dripping cock into her gasping mouth and finish firing the rest of his cum
shots down into her oral receptacle, while he humped her face.
When Hank had finished with her, she heard her uncle
say, “get over here quick, baby, and wrap your mouth around my cock and get my
spunk. She rolled onto her hands and
knees and scrambled over between his legs, and let him shove his big, stiff,
pale meat pole between her lips.
She heard her crazed uncle begin cursing as he held
her head between his hands and fucked her face, soon achieving deep
throat. “God damn it, you little harlot,
that was one great fucking Hank gave you, and you looked sensational taking it,
as usual. Shit, this is as hot as I have
been in a long time, honey, so here it comes.”
She felt the first discharge squirt into her mouth and happily knew that
her uncle was in the deal for sure and that Mona was dead meat.
After she had slurped down her uncle’s nasty tasting
load of antique jism, she pulled her mouth off of the still stiff member and
asked, coyly, “So do we have a deal, Uncle Archy?” “We damn sure do, you hot assed little
darling,” he groaned , “Now why don’t we look over your list of demands, so I
can make sure that I know exactly what you want me to get for you while I am
negotiating the final deal.”
She got up and climbed onto his lap, facing him,
grasped his cock and held it straight up while she lowered her pussy down on it,
absorbing it all. She put her forearms
on his bony shoulders and began humping her hips forward as she started
reciting her demands from memory. When
she had finished she said, “Now, I am going to call my brother and tell him
that you are willing to be the lead investor on the project and that you want
Saul to come over and meet with you, as soon as possible, to discuss the
terms.”
“Then, when Saul shows up, I want you to tell him what
I require and that he has no alternative but to agree, if he wants you to move
forward with the deal. The greedy
bastard will agree to your proposal, in a heartbeat and when he does, I want
you to reiterate to him that when you say fuck his wife over, you mean that she
will be beaten as well as gang banged, hopefully into a near coma, at each orgy
she attends.”
“Wow, honey, it makes me hot thinking about you
wreaking all this revenge on this hot looking wench. You women are much more vicious and
vindictive that we men are. And like all
men, I love to watch a good catfight, especially if it is one sided like this
one is going to be. I can’t wait to see
you beat the crap out of the slut. In
fact, the thought of it has gotten me so hot that I am going to cum in your
pussy, Archy grinned.”
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CONVINCING UNCLE ARCHY TO MEET / DRESSING UP THE BAIT:
Saul’s phone rang and it was Issac. “Hey, boss, Lynda called and Uncle Archibald
is willing to buy into your deal and he wants you to go out to his mansion and
discuss the terms he is going to insist on.”
“Hot damn, that is fantastic news. Be sure and tell your sister how much I
appreciate what she’s done. When does he
want to meet,” he asked anxiously? “She said
you can go over there any time you want, day or night, the earlier the
better. Our uncle never leaves the house,”
Issac explained.
“Well, hell then, I’m too keyed up to wait, I am going
to go over there right now,” Saul replied.
Issac interjected, “Oh, by the way, Archibald insists that you bring
Mona with you when you go over there. He
understands that Mona is a real knockout and he loves to do business with a
spectacularly beautiful women in the room to look at. And, by the way, he has requested that she
show up dressed as sexy as possible.”
When he hung up, he said to himself, “Well, that is
interesting, the miserable old womanizer wants to eyeball my wife while he
negotiates. I know, from what Lynda used
to tell me that her uncle is a perverted womanizer. Maybe he really does just want the company of
a good looking broad, or maybe he wants to fuck her. But shit, there’s no time to be concerned
about that. Hell, I’ll bring her with
me, naked, if he wants,” he laughed out loud.
Feeling on top of the world, he immediately called
Mona and told her the good news. She
congratulated him and was thrilled, herself, about the immense amount of money
this deal meant to both of them.
He then told her, “Honey, Mr. Weiss has insisted that
you attend the meeting with me.
Apparently he has been told how beautiful you are and he wants to meet
you since you are going to be one of his partners in this deal. He has also requested that you to wear
something extra sexy to the meeting, so he must have heard good things about
the way you look because it appears that he wants to get a real good look at
everything you’ve got.”
“Well, I’ll be more than happy to wear anything the
rich man wants, who is going to be responsible for making me a rich woman,
darling,” she laughed, “now when is the meeting?” “He is there right now, so I am planning to
leave and get this all done while the iron is still hot. So pick something out that you think a
reclusive old woman chaser would like to see you barely in, and I’ll pick you
up in less than an hour,” he told her.
“And, baby, when you pick out your outfit, don’t be coy, let it all hang
out. It won’t hurt my ability to
negotiate if he is distracted by looking at your tits and ass.”
She hung up and went through her closets and wondered
what would be the best thing to wear to please an ultra rich, filthy minded old
man. She finally decided on a flaming
red stretch jersey dress. She put on a
very low cut, red, strapless bra, a matching garterbelt and nylons, red bikini
panties and red, 5 inch, stiletto heeled shoes.
She slipped the one piece dress over her head, pulled it down and smoothed
it over her incredibly voluptuous body.
It was actually a dress that was designed for a woman to be fucked in
without having to take it off.
She looked in the mirror and, knowing rich men as well
as she did, was absolutely sure that Mr. Weiss would not be disappointed by
seeing a statuesque blonde dressed in anything that was tight, short and
flaming whore red.
She heard Saul’s car pull into the driveway, grabbed
her purse and ran out and jumped into the sleek Mercedes 600. He kissed her, then pulled out into the
street and off they went. Saul looked
over and said, “Nice choice of duds, babe, you have outdone yourself. I hope that outfit you’ve got on doesn’t give
our prime investor a heart attack before we can close the deal.”
As they drove, Saul said, “I have only met Weiss once
before. From what I saw of him, my
suggestion to you is that you not be surprised by the way he looks, or acts, or
the way he smells. He is eccentric, to
the extreme, and my advice is to let him get a good look at all of your assets,
all the time we are there, flirt with him and show him plenty of thigh and
cleavage. It should help me negotiate
better terms with him.”
Very much turned on by the way she looked, and at the
idea of flirting with a very rich man, as well as how much money this super
wealthy man was going to make her, by joining their deal, she leaned over and
kissed Saul’s cheek, “Don’t worry, honey, I will do my part to impress our
benefactor. Hell, as rich as he is, I’ll
even fuck him if you want me too, and I don’t care how bad he looks or smells,”
she promised with a laugh. I’ll keep
that thought as a card to play, if it becomes necessary,” Saul laughed, as he
ran a hand over her prominent rack.
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TOUGH NEGOTIATIONS / YES, YOU CAN FUCK MY WIFE, TOO:
They pulled into the driveway, parked and went to the
front door. A hippy looking character
greeted them, looked her over boldly, then led them back to Weiss’s private
quarters.
They were ushered into a large room that was unbelievably
cluttered with junk, trash, bottles, etc.
It reeked of booze, pot, cigarette smoke and very stale B.O. A disgusting looking old reprobate was
seated, or half lying, in an over-stuffed, tilt back arm chair. He, too, was dressed like a hippy, beat up
old sandals, and all. His grey hair and
beard, both came down to his waist, and were stained yellow with smoke and
mouth dribble.
The derelict looking, sedated acting old man said
hello and waived them over to the couch that was right in front of his chair. Its cushions were stained with crusted
splotches and the front edge of the middle cushion of the couch had a large,
creamy stain on it, that was still wet.
When they had sat down, Mona crossed her legs slowly
and suggestively, giving the very interested host a full look at her thighs and
the crotch of her panties. Mr. Weiss
looked her over very closely, studying her as though he knew her, then finally
said to Saul, “I compliment you on your choice of second wives. This one is truly spectacular.” “Thank you,” Saul replied proudly.
“So you are here to talk about my joining in on your
deal,” Weiss stated, bluntly. “Yes, I
understand from Lynda, through her brother, Issac, that you like the deal and
are willing to be our keystone investor,” Saul responded. “Yes, I am and I must compliment you, it is
an outstanding project. Of course, I
have several changes I want to make to the terms,” the old man said calmly but
firmly.
For the next hour, the two men spared about the terms
and Saul ended up giving in on most of the issues. During the negotiations, Mr. Weiss kept his
eye on his opponent’s ravishing wife, drinking in her more than abundant
charms, while the wife in question spent all of her time giving him lots of her
charms to look at.
When Saul gave in on the last technical point, Weiss
said, “I now have a few more incidental items to add to the agreement, but
please understand that they are deal breakers, if you don’t agree to them.
First I want you two to give my niece, your ex-wife,
1/3rd of your ownership interest in the project, as a finder’s fee
for her bringing me into the deal and talking me into being an investor. I want my niece to make a ton of money out of
your project and I want it to only come out of your share of the profits.”
Saul and Mona looked at each other in surprise. This demand was particularly galling to Mona,
who hated to reward Saul’s snotty ex-wife, who hated her guts and did
everything she could to make life miserable for her with Saul’s family. But, knowing exactly what was at stake and
the perilous position they were in, they both swallowed hard and agreed to the
demand.
Weiss then said, “Now, Saul, the next demand is that
you agree to let your wife attend our next regular bi-weekly orgy, so she can be
used and abused by all who are in attendance, in a night of totally decadent
debauchery.”
Saul and Mona looked at each other again, this time
almost in shock. As they stared at each
other, they heard Weiss say, “And the mistress of ceremonies for that night of
ribald sexual misdeeds and abuse, will be my niece, Lynda. Your wife will be expected to do whatever
disgusting, perverted and demeaning things Lynda has planed for her to do,
without hesitation.”
Weiss watched their faces, as he let that additional
news sink in for a few moments, then said, “I want an answer only from you
Saul. I expect your wife to honor your
decision, if you agree to give her up for this night of total sin. Now be quick about it, I want a yes or no,
right now.”
Saul turned quickly to Weiss and said, “Yes, you can
have her to do whatever you want with her.”
He turned to Mona and said, “Sorry honey, but closing this deal is the
most important thing in our lives. You
are just going to have to get fucked!”
Pleased at Saul’s willingness to give up his wife so
easily, Weiss said, “There is one more important requirement. In order to insure that our investors are
kept in line and happy, I am going to put Lynda in charge of investor relations
and I want your wife to work for her as our in-house escort service. In that capacity she will do anything and
everything that Lynda tells her to do, to service our investors and lenders
sexual needs. Do you agree to let your
wife be used in that role?” “Yes, it
sounds like a very good idea to me, so a company whore, she is,” Saul responded
calmly.
Archibald turned to Mona and said, “And now, Mrs.
Fineburg, I want you to indicate your consent to your husband’s decisions about
your future activities, by coming over here and French kissing the head of my
pecker, and polishing it real good.”
Mona glanced at her husband, dispassionately, as she got up and
undulated over in front of Weiss and knelt between his thighs.
She watched while the dirty old man fished his pale,
flaccid cock out of his pants, then hold it out for her eat. Without hesitation, she moved her head
forward and parted her lips. As her face
approached the limp member, she looked very closely at it and her eyes
registered surprise, just before she went down on the dirty, soft dick, folding
it all into her mouth then tonguing it softly as she thought to herself, “There
is only one cock in the world that has those peculiar birth marks on it.”
As she gently sucked the mushy sausage, she looked up
into its owner’s eyes, with a look of recognition, and saw the old womanizer
she knew so well, smile at her. Weiss
looked at Saul as he put his hand on the back of her head, and pushed it down
hard, then, as he began humping her face, said, “It looks as though your wife
has agreed to my terms, as well, so we have a deal. His eyes then rolled up into his head as he
gulped, “Jesus, Saul, your beautiful bride certainly knows how to use her
tongue.”
Getting control of himself, Weiss said, “Well, now
that we are all in agreement on the terms, Saul, why don’t you leave your wife
and me alone for a few minutes and let me talk to her privately.” “Why, sure,” Saul said, getting to his
feet. “Go out and turn left and you’ll
find a sitting room. Wait there and
we’ll come and get you when we’re through,” Archibald told him.
After Saul had closed the door behind him, Archibald
tuned his head back to his female guest, who still had his now twitching cock
in her mouth, toying with it with her tongue, and said, “Well Mona, or should I
say, The Blonde Avenger, we meet again.
Long time no see.”
She pulled her head back and let the, now twitching to
life, penis, slide out of her mouth, then replied, “It certainly has
been.” He said, “Have a seat on the
couch and lets get re-acquainted?” She
pulled her head back and let his gradually hardening wiener slip out of her
mouth, then got up and took her appointed place and crossed her legs.
He stared at the wondrous body, still in awe of its
magnificence, even after fifteen years, and said, “You know that you were the
best piece of ass my brother and I ever had.
Shit, Bobby, is still walking around in the same drug haze he was in,
back when the three of us were fucking our way around the world together,
wondering why you left us and never came back.”
“Damn, those were the days, baby. Remember that trip we took to Amsterdam, when
my brother and I talked that brothel owner into renting one of his rooms to us,
then we spent the next two weeks in that little crib and never left the damned
place. It was so god damned noisy in
that whore’s hotel, and with the sounds of commercial sex going on all around
us, we tried to fuck you to death and you nearly killed us.”
“Remember, after the first week, you had pussy whipped
us so bad that Bobby and I had to make a deal with the owner of the Brothel, to
let him whore you out, right in the room with us, just so we could to get some
rest. Then, during that second week,
Bobby and I smoked pot while we sat beside the bed and watched you turn tricks
right in front of us, and we got so hot watching you get fucked all the time,
that we ended up screwing you even more during the second week than we had
during the first one.”
“Shit, what a time we had, baby, you were the
best. Damn we could hardly walk when we finally
got out of that damned whore house and you were still ready to be fucked some
more. Hell that brothel owner damn near
cried when we left. He offered to give
you a part ownership in the steamy hell hole, in order to try and get you to
stay on.”
“Hell, watching you turn all those tricks with those
obnoxious Europeans and Arabs, was what led Bobby and I to begin throwing our
bi-weekly orgies. Shit, watching you get
fucked for money for a week, left us in a condition where we couldn’t get it up
any more unless we got to watch the babe who was going to service us, get
fucked over, right in front of us. You
ruined normal sex for us.”
“By the way, why did you leave us and disappear that
way,” Archibald asked. “Well, I had
responsibilities to fulfill that you couldn’t help me with, and getting fucked
by you two guys, in crazier and crazier situations, was fun, but it had no
future. I certainly knew that you would
never change,” she explained. “Hell,
baby, at the time you left, I was trying to see if, legally, both of us could
marry you, we were so stuck on you, her former fucker advised her.”
“And how is
Bobby’s cock,” she asked with a smile?
“Well, the SOB had a 14 incher when you last saw him. After you left he never found another woman
who could really satisfy him. He said
that you were the only one he’d ever found who could take all of his dick, in
all three orifices, balls deep, and provide him with endless pleasure.”
“Now, having been stuck with only this 10 inch prick
all my life, I can’t really comment on Bobbie’s observation, but I will say
that you had the best three holes I have ever been in. They were like butter and tighter than hell,
and you sure did know how to use them all.
Bobby, on the other hand, said that having 14 inches of cockmeat all the
way down your throat was the best sex there was in the world.”
“Hell, we never got over you, baby. You were a once in a lifetime piece of
ass. Shit, Bobby has been searching for
the perfect piece of ass, ever since you left.
Man, he is going to go crazy when he hears that you are back and he is
going to get to fuck you again.”
“And let we warn you that you are in for a real
challenge. The crazy bastard has been
taking a prick size enhancer drug, plus he has almost OD’d on Viagra. Shit, he’s up around 18 inches now, it’s a
whole lot thicker and he can bone you for hours, non-stop. It will be a close run thing, but I am
betting that you can take it all, and I damn sure know that I want to watch you
try,” Archibald laughed.
He shook his head and said, “Well, all of that is
water under the bridge, now, babe. It is
great to see you again, even under these circumstances. My niece is still madder than hell about Saul
divorcing her, just so he could have you, and she is totally dedicated to
getting her revenge by driving you to the absolute depths of depravity. And I know that you understand that I must
support her in her efforts. Family is
family, after all.” Mona nodded her head
and said, “Of course I understand.”
Archibald went on, “I also want you to know, since I
am a former lover of yours and know everything about you, that I am also going
to enjoy the hell out of helping Lynda totally debauch you. It will be too entertaining to miss, besides
Bobby and I owe you a good beating and fucking for dumping us the way you did,
so we’ll use this opportunity to extract our pound of flesh from you, as well.”
“Well, considering how rich you have just made me, by
agreeing to invest in Saul’s project, I won’t begrudge you doing what you will with
me. And, don’t worry, you know that I
can handle everything your bitchy niece can hand out.” “I hope so, because my very vindictive little
darling intends for you to need an ambulance to be able to get home,
afterwards,” he laughed.
“Now stand up and let me get a good look at you,” he
requested. She got to her feet, put her
hands on her hips and did a slow 360 degree turn, showing him all of her
superb, flame red wrapped curves. “Oh
shit, baby, you haven’t changed a bit in fifteen years. That is exactly the same body I used to enjoy
sticking a fork in so much,” Archibald enthused.
“Now, as we
discussed, Lynda has insisted that you be made to return twice a year to be the
feature entertainer for an orgy. But,
since Bobbie and I have such a special relationship with you and know exactly
what your sexual capabilities are, for our sake, I am going to change that
provision to quarterly. Now that we know
where you are, there is no way that Bobby and I can wait longer than three
months to enjoy watching your spectacular charms be ravished and pummeled, till
hell won’t have it,” the rich man said, licking his lips in anticipation.
“By the way my niece is here at the house, waiting to
find out if everything has been agreed too.
She is anxious to get her revenge on you and Saul started, as soon as
possible, so I am going to call her in and give her the good news,” he
stated. “Plus I can’t wait to watch the
one sided catfight start. She is going
to be hell on wheels, so watch out,” he laughed.
He picked up the phone, punched an intercom button and
in a moment said, “Everything has been done, darling, come on down to my room
and say hello to your victim.
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REVENGE IS INITIATED / GOLDILOCKS AND THE TWO FILTHY
BEARS / CATFIGHTING CONDONED AND ENCOURAGED:
In short order, Lynda burst into the room, with a
gleam in her eye, dragging Saul behind her.
She had shed her dress and was now clad only in her very low cut bra,
garter belt and mid-thigh length, lacy topped nylons, sheer bikini panties,
knee high orange latex boot, plus a pair of matching orange, opera gloves. She was carrying a short whip in her hand,
which didn’t look like it was for show.
She walked over and leaned down and gave her uncle a
long kiss of thanks. Then she moved over
in front of Mona and said, “Bitch,” and promptly slapped her hard across her
dazzling face, snapping her head to the side.
Then she backhanded her across the other cheek, even harder and snarled,
“You had better get used to that, because it is just the start of my revenge
against you, you husband stealing blond harlot.
“On your knees, you trophy slut,” she ordered. Mona did as she was told and Lynda stepped
forward, grabbed her head, then pushed her pubic mound against her face and
said, “Now munch on my cunt, Cunt.” Mona
proceeded to munch, as instructed, until the sheer panties were wet with her
saliva and with the cuntal juices her efforts were producing on the other side
of the silky crotch of the panties.
“Now pull my panties aside and stick your tongue in my
fresh fucked pussy,” the overjoyed niece ordered her new Sub. Mona pulled the flimsy material aside with
her fingers, then sank her tongue into the ex-wife’s pungent gash and began
swirling it around in the swampy slit, coating her oral organ with Saul’s
former main squeeze’s creamy cuntal juices, tasting a flavor that she knew she
was going to have to get used to, because it was obvious that she would be
tonguing it a lot. This particular sample
also came loaded with some of Lynda’s cousin Hank’s thick spunk, which was
draining out of her gaping snatch, along with her flowing cuntal juices
Next she was introduced to a completely different
flavor, another one that she also knew she was going to become very familiar
with. Lynda bent over at the waist and
backed her ass up to Mona’s face, then said, “Now stick that thing up my
ass.” For the next few minutes the only
word Mona heard, over and over, from the gratified former Mrs. Fineberg was,
“Deeper,” as her mouth filled with the very tangy flavor of Lynda’s back door
chute, as her tingling tongue explored its depths.
Archibald sat in his chair, very much enjoying
watching his two favorite Ho's in action, one giving and the other
receiving. Meanwhile, Saul was sitting
on the couch watching his current wife demean herself by tongue fucking his
former wife’s asshole. He knew that
Lynda was trying to humiliate him, but his mind was actually being split
between trying to figure out how rich he had just been made and how good both
of these trophy sluts looked having sex together.
When the first wife’s anus had been gratified, both
men saw the ex-wife with the tongue up her ass, step away from the second
wife’s nastied up mouth, causing the heavily coated oral organ to slip out of
the ex-wife’s back door poop chute. Her
very pleased anus still tingling from the deep oral servicing, Lynda whirled
around and kicked the kneeling second wife, right in the pit of her stomach.
Mona pitched forward onto her hands, gagging from the
surprise low blow, and Lynda grabbed the heavy project binder that was sitting
by her uncle’s chair and brought it down on the back of the much hated blonde’s
head, driving her face first into the floor.
Lynda reached down and pulled Mona’s skirt up exposing
her bikini pantied, unbelievably perfect ass, and quickly brought her quirt
down on the luscious pair of cheeks, hard, causing the still dazed second wife
to yelp with pain.
The charged up ex-wife brought the little whip down on
the fast reddening ass cheeks, three more times, then reached down and grabbed
a rounded hip and rolled her victim over on her back. Lynda kicked her feet apart then went around
to her face, pulled the crotch of her panties aside, then sat on it, She
settled her twat down on the mouth and nose, then raised her arm and brought
the wicked little whip down between Mona’s spread thighs, landing the stiff
leather shaft directly on the new wife’s pussy lips.
This time, Mona’s yelps were much louder, but were
very muffled by the puffy pussy lips that were pressed down on the rouged lips
surrounding her mouth. Her pained, silk
covered pussy was whipped three more times, as Lynda happily rubbed her pantied
crotch into her rivals beautiful face.
Archibald turned to Saul and said, “Go back down to
the sitting room you were in and you should find my two worthless sons
there. Bring them back here. It’s time to get your wife fucked.”
Saul did as told and soon returned with Archibald’s
two cavemen looking boys. Hank’s brother
was as tall as he was, but about twice as large. He wasn’t really fat, just big boned, broad
and a little soggy. He looked like a he
was a former NFL lineman who had been lost in the forest for a year, living
with wolves and sharing in their fleas.
Archibald said to his niece, “Alright honey, get off of
her and let’s turn her over to Willie and Hank.” As she reluctantly got off of Mona’s face,
she lashed the quirt out across the blonde’s cleavage, hard, and gave her one
more kick before the two sons stepped in and lifted the abused Mona to her
feet.
“Alright, Willie, take that
prime piece of fresh meat over to the couch and you and Hank put on a real
dirty show for us with the gorgeous slut, so I can get it up and be able to gun
my jism down that beauty queen’s throat.
Now, you overgrown punks get real down and dirty with the bimbo and show
us what a slut you and your dim-witted brother can turn a woman into.
And Lynda, baby, you get
over there beside the couch and do whatever you feel like doing to her, and
when they start putting the meat to her, you get in there and do all you can to
help these two pigs make her give it all up to them,” Archibald ordered.
“Saul, you drag that chair
over here and sit by me and let’s watch your wife get balled,” Archy
instructed. Saul did as he was told and
he and Archy started drinking some wine, straight out of the bottle, while they
watched Mona begin to get manhandled by the two ugly, shaggy, hygienically
challenged sons.
Mona didn’t think she had
ever been in the hands of two worse looking bozos, even as a superheroine. They were drug addled, filthy and stunk to
high heaven. She looked over at her
husband and could see that he was still thinking about all the money they had
made today, primarily at her expense, and how rich and famous he was going to
be. It was obvious that he was quite
unperturbed about having delivered her into the hands of these two obnoxious,
animalistic fornicators.
She then turned her
attention to the two gross slugs who were beginning to play their dirty games
with her body. The first kiss from the
two hairy goons had turned her stomach.
The thought of how rich she had just become was the only thing that
helped her overcome her revulsion at their deplorable looks, taste and smell,
as they began helping themselves to her goodies and callously taking what they
wanted from her.
And get it they did, with
complete disregard for her feelings. Of
course, it didn’t take long for the stroking and manipulation of her triple
clits, to cause her nymphotic side to kick in, and she was soon turned into a
total slut by the two hopheads, who were using her only for their personal
sexual benefit as well as the viewing pleasure of the other two men who were
watching her be exploited and demeaned.
“God damned, Saul, your wife
is one fantastic looking woman and she looks even better having sex. Now, Hank and Willy may look like hell, but
they really know how to get the worst out of a woman. Damn I love to watch a beautiful woman get
fucked. And watching her get fucked by
two ugly assholes like my sons are, is the best of all. Having to make it with two crunks like them
makes a woman prove that she’s a real whore.
It makes sex look like it ought to, gross and disgusting.”
Archibald looked at Saul and
said, “We are all going to make a ton of money out of that fine deal of yours and
will be partners for a long, long time, so I hope there are no hard feelings
about the terms I insisted on. You know
that I had to take care of my niece, no matter what it cost you and your wife.”
Saul responded, “There are
no hard feelings on my part, Archibald, but you know that my wife is going to
have plenty of them. She has never liked
Lynda and being put under her thumb, like this, isn’t going to sit well with
her, ever.”
“Well she’ll just have to
learn to live with it, because Lynda is bearing a grudge that she isn’t ever
going to get over. But, what the hell,
Saul, being rich men of the world, we both know that all a beautiful woman are
put here on earth to be fucked, so you and I might as well just sit back and
enjoy watching them in action. Hell, we
both know from experience, that both of the beautiful sluts look great getting
fucked.”
“By the way, I want you to
know that I have been fucking your ex-wife, my niece, ever since she was sweet
sixteen. Hell I fucked her the night
before your wedding and the day after you returned from your honeymoon. You must have warmed her up good on that
trip, cause she was a wildcat when she returned.”
Saul took the news calmly as
Archibald went on, “And in addition to that, my brother and I used to fuck the
hell out of your current wife, many years before you met her. Don’t ever tell Lynda this, but Mona is the
best sex machine we ever ran across. She
is beyond belief and I know that you must agree with me, since you’ve been
enjoying fucking her for quite awhile.
No hard feelings about these two matters either, I hope,” Archibald asked?
Before Saul could answer,
Archy blurted out, “God damn, Willie is fixing to sink his cock in her
pussy. Oh shit, look at that big sausage
go in her, would you. Damn, he has got
to be the ugliest guy she has been fucked by.
What a sight, beauty getting a cock shoved up her twat by a real
beast. That’s it Willie, you fuckin’
loser, drive it in deep, that slut can take it all. Make the whore moan.” He slapped his fellow watcher on the shoulder
and said, “God damn it Saul, now that is what I call getting fucked.”
He went on, excitedly,
“Mother fucker, would you look at that cock harpoon that sweet looking
cunt. Man, her pussy must really be hot,
look at all the cuntal juice her snapper is putting on that dirty dick. Shit, it don’t get no better than this. Fuck the hell out of her you big, ugly son of
a bitch,” Archibald yelled, encouragingly.
“Lynda, take Hank over to
her head and stick his cock in her mouth.
I want to see her work for the good fucking she’s getting,” Archibald
demanded. Lynda eagerly grabbed her
cousin’s cock, pulled him out from under Mona’s body and led him around to the
back of the couch, where the blonde’s head was.
The fuckee was on her knees on the couch, leaning over the back of it,
as Willie took her doggy style. Lynda
quickly inserted the head of Hank’s huge cock in the open mouth and he began
rutting the hot oral cavity his bulging pecker had just been stuck into.
Saul, still basking in the
glory of becoming rich and famous, was really enjoying watching his trophy wife
carry out her part of the bargain. Her
mouth was full of cock meat and her head was clamped hard between the hands of
a guy who made the Frankenstein Monster look handsome. On the in stroke her face was being buried in
a forest of wet, pungent, black, curly pubic hair, as the massive penis was
being stuffed down her throat, ball deep.
And this was deep throat at its nasty best, as Mona got an especially callous
face fucking.
During the very rough
foreplay, the bodice of her red dress had been shoved down below her tits and
the two prize melons had been pried out of the low cut bra. The double E beauties were reddened from
abuse, covered with teeth marks and the large nipples were fully erect from the
non-stop sexual stimulation.
The bottom of her dress was
up around her waist exposing her rounded stomach, garterbelt and the tops of
her nylons. Saul’s eyes drifted over to
her pussy and he watched the terribly gross Willie plow his long, fat dong deep
inside of it, his big balls slapping against the backs of her thighs, each time
the cockhead hit bottom. He felt
Archibald nudge his elbow and heard him say, “Ain’t that one beautiful dirty
fuck, Saul? Bet you didn’t know your
wife could get fucked this bad, and enjoy it so much, huh?” Actually, he did, but didn’t comment.
Archibald yelled out,
“You’re doing great boys. Saul’s wife is
one fine fuck ain’t she? Shit, he and I
are both sure going to need our cocks sucked off when you are through fucking
over that steaming bitch. Take your time
though; we are enjoying the hell out of watching the action.”
By now Mona was as high on
drugs as the two modern day hippies were, who were currently ripping up her
orifices. Her high was caused by her own
naturally produced sexual stimulant, a toxic potion that was just as mind
boggling as the chemical compounds these two animals were on.
Both sets of her lips were
puffy from the rough use and abuse and she couldn’t be more willing to put out
for these two beasts, if she had been in love with them. She hoped that Saul and Archibald were
enjoying watching her get fucked half senseless, as much as she was now
enjoying being on the receiving end of the major frigging she was getting.
Archibald then said, “Lynda, get down there
and lick Willie’s balls. That always
makes him fuck these bimbos harder.” The
completely uninhibited, and always kinky Lynda, quickly went over and knelt
behind her cousin’s humping ass, backed her upturned face between her giant cousin’s
spread thighs, then put her tongue to his beefy balls and enjoyed watching her
cousins bulbous boner ripping in and out of the blonde’s pussy.
Mona’s grunts immediately
got louder as the hairy, sweating, heavy weight son increased the force of his
hip thrust and drove his bone in even deeper.
Mona, on the other hand was enjoying the fact that Lynda’s tongue was
accidentally licking her tortured pussy lips, while she was lapping cuntal
juice off of Willie’s pistoning shaft.
“Beautiful, just fuckin’
beautiful,” Archibald said, digging his elbow into Saul’s ribs, “that bitch of
yours can still take a fucking better than anybody. Shit, we should have taped this fuckfest and
sold it to a porn distributor. I’m
telling you that a woman that beautiful, getting fucked like that by two hairy,
drug head, primates, like Hank and Willie, would be a great seller.”
They watched the two
brothers skewer Mona and listened to the loud sounds of raw, invasive sex being
performed on a female body, as Archibald urged them, “Alright boys, keep it
going hot and heavy. The slut is loving
the hell out of it and so are we. Stick
your tongue up Willie’s ass, Lynda baby, and get him even more charged up. I want to see him really blast her.” She did and he did and Mona’s garbled groans
grew even louder.
Mona, helpless to do
otherwise, was just keeping her body steadily in place, and letting the two
cowboys ride her rough and get optimum penetration, while she did what she
could to make both of the disgusting brutes happy, as she let them take all
that she had to give. Her cuntal juice
was now flowing down her thighs and her two under attack clits were taking
turns making her climax, with her throat clit seeming to produce the biggest
eruptions.
Willie was holding a hip in
one hand and slapping her ass with the other one. Hank had bunched up her hair in one hand,
holding her head up with it, and had slipped the other hand down under her
throat and chin, clamping it down tight, as he humped her face, forking her
throat deep with every powerful thrust.
The two watchers were
fascinated with how slutty the two chemically stimulated sons had made
her. The drug induced freaks of nature
had opened her up completely and were riding her hard down the home
stretch. Suddenly both cocks exploded,
firing their wads into Saul’s totally buzzed wife, filling her with their
spunk, before they collapsed onto her back gasping and totally out of it.
Archibald had a king size
boner working and said, “Saul, go over there and pull your lovely bride out
from under my boys and bring her over here and let me cum in her mouth.”
Saul went over and rolled the
two drug crazed fornicators off of Mona’s back, pushing Lynda aside in the
process. He pulled his totally
intoxicated wife to her feet and led her towards Archibald.
She was a gorgeous mess, her
body still quivering from her last climaxes.
Her dress was around her waist, her tits were out in all their glory,
her bra now completely under them holding them out, almost parallel to the
floor. Her panties had been pulled to
the side and were still where Willie had left them. The huge, hairy son’s cum was flowing down
her thighs into the lacy tops of her nylons.
Her lips were foamed with cum and puffy from heavy use. In brief, she looked fantastic.
Archibald said, “Put her on
her knees.” Saul did just that. “Now, Saul, grab some hair and guide her mouth
down over my cock, then push it down until she deep throats me,” Archy
ordered. Saul went behind her and got
two fists full of hair, then aimed her mouth at Archibald’s cock head and
pushed it down until the pale flesh flag pole passed between her teeth, rubbed
smoothly over her tongue, then paused briefly, as the prickhead hit her
tonsils. A hard shove from Saul’s two
hands forced the thick tube down her throat, stroking her throat clit, hard, as
it slid over it.
“God damn, Saul, her throat
is still pure butter. Oh shit, that feels
so damned good. Now start pumping her
head up and down until I am ready to gun my seed into her gut, and make sure
you pause on the down stroke and leave it in there long enough to make her
gag,” Archibald requested.
Saul started doing it and
gagging her good. Archibald was in
absolute ecstasy. His cock hadn’t felt
this good since the last time he had fucked The Blonde Avenger.
Saul, concentrating hard on
his task of using his wife’s head to fuck Archibald’s old, but rigid tool, felt
his fly being unzipped, then felt a hand reaching in and getting his rock hard
cock out. Then he felt a familiar pair
of lips slide over his cockhead and an equally familiar mouth engulf his
cock. The hot, skilled oral cavity
started giving him a major blow job. He
finally took a quick glance away from his task of giving Archy a head job and
saw his former wife eating his meat, feverishly.
Then he heard Archibald yell
out and looked back at Mona’s bouncing head, just in time to see the old man’s
bloated cock erupt. Saul put maximum
pressure on his wife’s head, jamming the cock down her throat, to maximum
depth, held it there, and let the old pervert shoot his wad into her belly,
while she gagged on the tool and its juicy output.
Moments later Saul lost his
own load into Lynda’s hungry mouth. Her
tongue now floating in a pool of her ex-husband’s hot spunk, she stood up,
grabbed Mona’s hair out of his hands, pulled the bitch’s head off of her
uncle’s very gratified cock, twisted her mouth up then bent down and spit
Saul’s spunk into the wide open receptacle, then French kissed it lustily,
until the harlot had swallowed all of her husband’s cream.