The Making of a Submissive Wife (Suzi's Journey Book 1) Page 6
Marie reluctantly withdrew. ‘Would you like that, my sweet?’ she asked Ally and, getting a shy nod in return, quickly fastened the collar around her neck and lifted her to her feet, making a show of fondling her young body in the process.
‘Right then,’ the hostess continued. ‘Time for the main event, let’s move the party upstairs.’
As they filtered into the master bedroom, the ladies all gasped and cooed as they saw what was on the bed.
The main event was a sybian sex machine.
Suzi explained how the thing worked. ‘If you thought the wand was powerful, this will blow your mind.’ She held up a number of rubber attachments. ‘The basic fitting is this rubber pad that sits against your clit. There’s a whole series of different dildos as well and these are just a few of the options but we’ll use the pad for demonstrations tonight to keep things hygienic.’
‘Who’s going to go first then’, she asked, looking around the room.
Not surprisingly, Sharon came forward and climbed onto the bed. She seemed fully recovered from her earlier adventure.
Suzi helped her onto the device, smoothing her dress down to give her some modesty.
As Sharon got herself comfortable, Suzi pointed out a few features. ‘You sit on the machine like a horse with your feet either on the floor or you can put them through these stirrups,’ she indicated some rubber straps at the back of the machine which had a passing resemblance to stirrups. ‘And then you get hold of the remote and pump up the juice.’ She picked up a box that was attached by a cable and turned a dial.
Sharon jumped visibly and let out a little cry, ‘Ooh!’
As the lady of the house worked Sharon up to her second public orgasm of the evening, Damion looked around the other woman on the screen and noticed Marie and Ally had disappeared from the crowd. He glanced around the other monitors and saw them straight away in the second bedroom. Ally was on her bed and Marie was clearly introducing her to Sapphic love. Damion decided to go and join them.
Quietly opening the bedroom door, he slipped through and Marie saw him immediately, tipping him a wink. Ally didn’t see him, however, the bed was orientated so that he was facing the top of her head and she was intensely concentrating on what was going on between her legs. Marie had freed the younger woman from the gag and indeed her panties. The denim skirt was up around her waist and she had her legs spread as wide as they would go. Marie had one of her long fingers right up inside Ally’s delicate little pussy and was massaging her g spot as she lapped at her with long licks that alternated between her tiny rosebud anus and her clitoris.
‘Ooooh!’ Ally wriggled around the bed, her hands still secured behind her back. Her cute little mouth was open and her chest was heaving under her cotton blouse. She really was the picture of innocence awakening and Damion simply had to have her. Quietly undressing he walked around behind Marie and kissed her on the back of the neck. She got the idea straight away and moved aside. He noticed with a grin that she still had the big strap on dildo between her thighs.
As Marie detached her mouth from Ally’s quim, the younger woman opened her eyes and was shocked to see a big, hairy man standing naked in front of her. Her eyes blinked and recognition dawned, ‘No, please Mr Statham, I can’t cheat on Gary.’
‘What do you call what you’ve just been doing then,’ he replied and, grabbing her blouse in both hands, ripped it clean off her body.
She had no bra on and her tits were just perfect. Damion’s sudden appearance, followed by the violent shredding of her clothes had left her in shock and she just lay there looking at him with wide eyes, lovely breasts heaving. The older man couldn’t resist leaning over and taking her erect nipples in my mouth, one at a time. A few gentle sucks and she was putty in his hands. He looked deep into her eyes and murmured softly, ‘do you want me, lovely?’ She didn’t answer but approval was written in her eyes and so, wasting no more time, he climbed between her open thighs and filled her pussy with one hard thrust.
‘Oh, my, God,’ she cried and her back arched so much she completely left the bed. She was so tight Damion had to hold tightly to her shoulders to get his thick cock all the way inside her. He started pumping and she went completely wild, bucking like a bronco as he squeezed her delightful tits and reamed her cunt.
There was no way Damion could last for long and sure enough he soon felt my cum rising. Looking her in the eyes, he told her what to expect. ‘I’m going to paint your womb with my jism, little one. Are you ready?’
‘Please no, Mr Statham,’ she begged and Damion thought it really cute that she still called him by his surname with his cock inside her. She had plenty of potential as a submissive. She continued to complain, ‘I’m not on the pill, please cum on my belly.’
‘You must be fucking joking’, he grunted. ‘I’m going to knock you up, Sweetheart. It’ll give you something to remember me by.’
This seemed to trigger her orgasm. ‘Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,’ she cried as she shuddered and floundered under me. Her cunt clamped around the cock inside her and that was enough to send Damion over the edge. With a shout, he filled her with what seemed to be gallons of cum.
Withdrawing immediately, Marie clamped her mouth on Ally’s little pussy and began to lick the couple’s combined juices out. Moving around the bed, Damion stroked Ally’s red hair and kissed her gently on the mouth. ‘Ummm!’ She moaned into his mouth, clearly contented.
Assured he was unlikely to face a rape charge, Damion stood up and fed his soft, sticky manhood to her.
As his cock started to stir, Damion looked down at Marie who couldn’t resist trying to outdo him. Crawling up the bed, she fed her rubber dong into Ally’s little pussy and began to hump her. That made quite a sight, the lovely Marie, still fully clothed, with a big cock sticking out from her groin, fucking the naked, defenceless Ally; petite and fragile. It took no time at before Damion was rock hard again and ready for action.
He looked down at the girl, who was slathering over my manhood. ‘Have you ever been fucked in the arse?’ he asked her.
Ally pulled her mouth free from the cock. ‘Please don’t,’ she pleaded. ‘I’ve tried it with Gary and it just hurts too much.’
Damion stroked her cheek. ‘Don’t worry, little one,’ he reassured her. ‘I’m a Master at breaking in ladies bottoms. You’ll love it!’ He looked up at Marie, who was still furiously pounding into Ally’s little quim. ‘Could you pop downstairs sweetheart and fetch up some lube and a clit stimulator?’
Marie carefully withdrew from Ally and stood up. ‘Oh,’ Damion added as an afterthought. ‘Best bring a whip too, in case little Ally needs a reminder of how to behave!’ Marie left the room and he lifted Ally on to her front, ripping off the remains of her blouse that were caught around her bound wrists and pulling off her little skirt so she was totally naked apart from her slave collar.
Ally was still protesting. ‘Please, Mr Statham, not my arse. I’ll do anything else for you. I’ll even swallow your cum. Just not my arse!’
Damion put his hand over Ally’s throat, just above the collar and squeezed. Just as she began to panic through lack of air, he bent over her and whispered in her ear. ‘You’ll do exactly what I want you to. Now shut the fuck up or I’ll gag you again.’
Ally began to sob gently as her lover moved down the bed and began to lick her gently around the ring piece. Gently parting her cheeks with his hands, he rolled my tongue together in a point and jabbed it into her bottom, penetrating her for the first time. She jumped a little but didn’t complain and he continued to lick, getting her used to having that area of her body played with.
Marie was back in no time. ‘Hey Gorgeous,’ Damion said as she closed the door behind her. ‘I don’t believe Ally has returned your pussy licking yet. Why don’t you teach her how to make you come?’
Marie smiled, dropped the strap on in the middle of the floor and quickly stripped off her clothes. It had been a couple of months since Damion had last had his se
xy neighbour and he’d almost forgotten how lovely she was. A red head like Ally; that was as far as the similarity went and as she waxed her body completely, there was no red little muff to compare to Ally’s. Marie was tall, lean and had flawless skin. The couple jokingly called her our Amazon queen but that actually wasn’t too far from the truth.
As Damion pulled the little butterfly clit vibrator up Ally’s legs, Marie gracefully eased herself on to her back, under Ally’s face and spread her legs in a pretty obvious manner. Ally was staring into her first lady garden and was clearly a little apprehensive at the idea.
Thwack! Damion brought the whip down across Ally’s buttocks, just as Marie grabbed her head and pushed her face into her twat to soak up the cry of pain.
‘I’ll keep going with those until Marie tells me you’re satisfying her’’ her Master told Ally. Looking up, he saw from Marie’s face that Ally had started enthusiastically licking, so he figured she’d got the message and turned his attention back to her bottom. Pushing one hand underneath her to rub tiny circles around her clit, Damion squeezed a large amount of lube into her little opening and gently introduced his middle finger, marvelling at how her sphincter muscle tightly gripped it.
Gently massaging both her clit and her arsehole, he felt Ally begin to relax in no time. ‘That’s it, my darling,’ he coached her. ‘You’re doing really well.’ When he judged the moment right, Damion withdrew his fingers and placed his well lubed helmet up against Ally’s rosebud. Feeling her tense up again, he continued to speak soothingly to her and gently massaged her bum. When he felt her noticeably relax again, he began to ease my cock forward, pushing against the resistance of her sphincter.
For a few moments, Damion thought he might not be able to break in; Ally’s arse was so tight. Then all of a sudden, she lifted her head with a yelp and he was through. Her hot little poop chute gripped him like a vice and felt absolutely fantastic. Ally lost her nerve then for a moment and started to wriggle frantically, her moaning muffled in Marie’s fanny. He held still for a few moments, letting Ally get used to the feeling of having him in her arse and then slowly pushed further in, feeling her open around his cock. Once all the way in, he stopped again. Ally was clearly having a hard time of it and he could hear her sobbing gently into Marie’s muff. Adamant to make it as good a time as possible for her, he kept still and reached underneath her to rub her clit again.
Once he felt her buttocks relax again, Damion began to stroke gently in and out. When the sobbing changed to excited little moans, he moved my hand from her clit and took both of her lovely tits in my hands, squeezing them gently in time with his rutting.
All of a sudden, Ally’s attitude changed. Lifting her head from Marie she let out a loud cry, ‘Oh my fucking God, yes! Fuck me like that, please!’ Taking that as an unambiguous green light, Damion began thrusting hard into Ally’s tight little bottom. Using her tits as handles, he pulled her back against him and buggered her relentlessly. Her face was being rubbed up and down Marie’s sloppy cunt and the noises she was making made it clear she was getting close to the boil too.
Suddenly and violently, Ally came. Her bottom clenched against her man so hard it took all of his strength to continue fucking her. He only lasted a few more strokes though and emptied what seemed gallons of spunk inside her bowels. As he lay panting across her sweaty back, he felt Marie shudder beneath the two of them as she got her satisfaction too.
Damion withdrew with some reluctance and smacked Ally playfully across the arse. ‘Virgin no longer, my girl,’ he said. ‘How do you feel?’
‘A little sore and quite guilty,’ she replied. ‘But happy.’
‘Well I hope you’re not too much of either, slave girl,’ Marie said, clipping the leash back onto Ally’s slave collar. ‘You’re coming home for Peter and me to enjoy.’
There was no resistance as she pulled Ally to her feet and led her out the bedroom, hands still cuffed behind her back. Damion smiled at the thought of Marie leading her little naked slave across the front lawn and wondered if Ally’s curtain twitching old dear of a next door neighbour was on duty.
As they left, Damion thought he’d better check out the action in the main bedroom and so, slipping on a robe, he went to have a look. He’d clearly missed most of the action as everyone had left apart from one. Sharon was back on the machine and impaled on what seemed to be a very thick dildo. Suzi had strapped her ankles in the stirrups, which had the effect of pushing her forward and keeping her clit in constant contact with the vibrating pad. Suzi had the controls and had her up to level four, as far as Damion could see. Sharon appeared oblivious to everything apart from the sensations between her legs. She had her mouth open and her eyes rolled back as she moaned and whimpered.
Suzi heard her husband enter and looked over her shoulder with a smile. ‘Hello darling,’ she pouted. ‘I’ve got her nicely warmed up for you.’
Shrugging his robe off, Damion climbed on to the bed, lifted Sharon’s dress off over her head and removed her bra. Squeezing her lovely tits together, he pushed his rock hard cock towards her parted lips. It was going to be a long night!
CHAPTER SIX
The following few weeks was a bit of an anti-climax for the couple. Damion was absorbed in his work and Suzi busied herself with keeping the house and being a dutiful and attentive wife. On Friday night, they both feel asleep together in front of the TV and crawled off to bed about midnight. No sooner had they dropped off again then the doorbell woke them both up. Glancing at the clock, Damion saw it was 2am. Not having any idea who could be calling at such an ungodly hour, he pulled on a dressing gown and took the long trek down to the front door. Despite living in such a well-appointed home, he had no fear in opening the door to a stranger. Their twin boxers, Caesar and Chaplin were already there before him; waiting to greet a friend or immobilise an enemy.
Damion swung open the big door and was surprised to see a petite and very wet blonde, shivering on the doorstep. In fact, he was so transfixed by the effect of her virtually transparent blouse, plastered to a perfect set of tits that he didn’t recognise her until she spoke. ‘Damion, I’m so sorry to impose on you.’
It was his wife’s baby step-sister, Deborah. Hardly a baby anymore, she was twenty five or six. She was living with her boyfriend in Dorset or somewhere. Not at the moment though, her puffy eyes and the small suitcase by her side told me everything him needed to know.
‘You could never impose on us, sweetheart,’ he said, pulling her in for a hug. ‘Go and get yourself warm in the kitchen. I’ll get your big sis up to sort you out.’
Two or three words were all Suzi needed to fly into action and look after her little sister. When she got back into bed, Damion pulled her over to lay her head on his chest and stroke her soft hair. ‘I suppose you’re going to want to fuck her,’ she murmured before drifting off to sleep.
He most certainly did want to fuck her but it had to be done right. He loved this young woman nearly as much as his wife and he wouldn’t do anything to hurt her. Although not related by blood, bizarrely she had grown into almost a younger version of his lovely wife. What hot-blooded male wouldn’t want her?
The next few days passed without incident. Debbie was a delight to have around. If she was heart-broken about her split with Eric, she didn’t let it show. She was her usual bright and breezy self. Uninhibited as always, the sight of her at breakfast in a shorty nightie was guaranteed to give Damion a hard on to start the day.
A few days of that routine was already driving him mad and he grabbed my wife for a chat. ‘What you said, when Debbie arrived…!’
Suzi smiled. ‘You know I was pretty frigid, erm before…’ she began and Damion nodded. ‘Well, Debbie was never like that. She used to embarrass me but she enjoys sex for sex’s sake.’ She grinned. ‘You know, like a bloke!’
Any man could certainly relate to that and Suzi could now as well. ‘But do you really think she’d be happy to fuck her brother-in-law?’ Damion asked.
The following evening was a Saturday and Suzi told me she was cooking for the three of them. After a delicious Prawn Biryani, we all settled down in the lounge with a couple of bottles of wine and started to chat about stuff. Not surprisingly, the conversation soon moved to sex. Debbie was very relaxed, having drunk more than her fair share and didn’t seem to have many inhibitions when it came to talking about her sexual experiences and preferences. ‘My problem,’ she slurred, ‘is I want a man with a big cock who knows how to use it and has the stamina to be able to keep using it!’ She took a long gulp from her glass. ‘My problem is I only ever get one of the three!’
Suzi put her hand on her husband’s inner thigh and his cock immediately jumped to attention; something which didn’t escape her sister’s notice. ‘I must be a really lucky girl then,’ she purred.
‘I’m jealous,’ the younger woman retorted.
‘There’s no need to be, baby sister,’ Suzi grinned. ‘I don’t mind sharing my man with you.’
Damion took that as a green light. Moving to the stereo, he pressed play on the disc Suzi had prepared. The corny sounds of The Stripper set the girls off cheering and giggling. He got into role and started to strip my clothes off like a professional at a hen party. Down to my boxers, Damion wriggled suggestively in front of his sister in law. Her eyes were fixed to the very obvious erection inside but she still couldn’t quite cross the line and touch it. Standing behind him, Damion’s wife reached around and yanked them down, leaving her little step-sister with her lips just inches away from an impressive boner.
‘Well go on then,’ Suzi taunted. But Debbie was rooted to the spot, unsure what to do. Damion rocked his hips forward until the tip of his cock just touched her moist and slightly parted lips. She kept completely still but closed her eyes and inhaled the scent. She stayed motionless like that for a few moments, her eyes closed and her chest slowly rising and falling. Damion looked across at his wife and she nodded; she knew her sister better than anyone. Putting his hand firmly but gently on the back of Debbie’s head, he spoke to her. ‘Put your tongue out!’