Anne gets spanked by old gardeners
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After my first experiences of being chastised by our gardeners, and being fucked by an old man, I was a different person. I was happier, livelier and usually the one to instigate sex with my husband, Eddie. I masturbated more and relived my adventure with the old men. Rather than feeling guilty or embarrassed, I was actually looked forward to the chance of doing it again. It was not a guilty secret, but more of a new private indulgence. Unfortunately the next few times the men came, circumstances meant that nothing could happened as I either had visitors round or Eddie was at home, but it didn’t matter, all was friendly and relaxed.
One day the older of the two men, Billy, quietly told me, “If you would like us to call round to do other jobs beside the garden, just phone!”
The tone of his voice and the look in his eye when he emphasised the word “jobs” said it all.
“Yes,” I replied, “I think something might need your attention very soon.”
He nodded with a wink and smiled, “Will it need Albert to assist too?”
I thought for a short moment, “Yes, please bring him to help. I will ring the day before to make sure it’s convenient for all of us.”
Albert, at 63 was a sturdy plodding man who had a friendly sort of face although he often looked uninterested in life and probably bored his wife with his hobbies. He was quite an ordinary looking man who was quite short with a bald head; but it was the way he had held my head when he squirted his seamen down my throat and the expressionless look on his face when my arse was spanked made me want him there again.
Billy was a friendly 65 year old who was very well mannered with grey hair and beard. But he was a secret pervert, and had cum deep inside my unprotected pussy after whipping me with his belt on our last encounter. This made him fascinating to me. He was old enough to be my grandfather. An old man with a past, how much does his wife know about him? I wondered. What does he do with her sexually? In any case, both men showed themselves to be very experienced when it came to pleasuring a women, especially with my new found kinky hobby. I wanted to learn more from them, hands-on experience as they say.
I made the call to Billy Tuesday afternoon before my husband came home, and asked that they come round on Thursday around eleven am. I made sure there would be no distractions, like visitors coming round. Eddie would be at work and luck would have it the weather was due to be lousy so would kept people indoors, most of the neighbours would be at work anyway so wouldn’t be a nuisance.
I dressed nicely in a black tasteful skirt, not too tight so it could easily be pulled up; a smart white shirt that displayed a little cleavage with just a few buttons down the front; a sexy blue bra that lifted my boobs; and a carefully chosen pair of tiny string knickers with a small blue front panel to complete the outfit. I thought to myself that older men like Billy and Albert always like stockings and suspenders, so to give them a little extra treat that’s what I wore. Light blue suspender belt to match my knickers and bra, with black fishnet stockings. I thought to myself, maybe I had dressed to sexually, but then again we all knew why they were coming round.
My two visitors arrived on time and I decided to do a little role play with them. “Thank goodness you’re here I’m have problems with my bush and my back garden and I think i could do with some seed too. I need help as I’ve been a very naughty girl!”
I know it sounded corny but it broke the ice and got them both smiling. I soon realised they didn’t intend to hang around as Billy began to grope my bottom before I’d even closed the door.
“I’m sure we can be of assistance to your needs.” Albert replied.
“You’re looking very nice today Anne.” Billy told me as he traced his finger down my cleavage and along the edge of my shirt.
We all went into the kitchen. Albert sat down at the table, but Billy stayed stood up and hovered about me. My bra showed slightly and they both discussed how much more sexy it made me look. Then Albert stood up to joined Billy by my side. I now had an old man to either side of me and I didn’t protest when they both groped a breast each through my shirt. I gasp and ran my hand over the bulges in the trousers.
“We have other friends that share our interest too, you know. I think they would be quite upset if they knew we were showing you the delights of spanking without them. I feel quite guilty about keeping you a secret, don’t you Albert?”
“I think they would be quite jealous if they knew.” Albert replied.
“You have a local group do you? And do you all get together and talk about spanking?” I was shocked by his comment but was feeling very horny.
“Yes of course, there’s even a few women locally who indulge, but they’re few and far between, and not so nearly as attractive as you. Normally we have to hire somebody for the evening. It’s not very often we meet someone like you at all.” Billy told me.
I was disturbed and asked sounding a little concerned, “Have you discussed me with them?”
“No, of course not, they would be quite wary of you! They like to be very careful not to attract any scandal, but we could introduce you to them if you like? I think on our word they’d let you have a trial into the group. It’s more exciting being chastised in front of a group.”
I was always amazed at how he asked me these intimate questions, making them sound so normal. But my answer was “No, I’m happy as we are.”
Billy sighed and said, “It’s a pity, it’s so much more intense and exciting, and you’d get the chance to try different things.”
The thought had intrigued me and as they continued to fondle by tits, I found myself getting aroused imagining a group of strangers watching me being spanked naked.
“So do these other men live around here?”
“Yes very near.” Albert answered.
“But what if I recognised someone? How embarrassing would that be if I found out I knew them!”
“Why? You knew us already from doing your garden. What would the difference be? They would expect the same sort of discretion from you as we do, and they wouldn’t want to spoil a good thing by letting all the neighbourhood know. They just want to have fun and enjoy the experience without any hassle, just like you and I do.”
“So, you’d bring them here yourself? I wouldn’t have all sorts of strangers knocking on my door?”
“You sound as if you’re coming around to the idea. They would only come on arranged meetings, like we do. You’re the one that decides. If you had told us not to come today we would simply not be here. There’s absolutely no pressure.” He paused for a few seconds, “Would you like to have somebody else to be here? Try out new experiences? In confidence without putting yourself at risk?”
I thought about it for a moment, the men were still rubbing my tits and I still groped at their bulges. I was getting hornier and felt the dampness growing between my legs. Certain thoughts and ideas were intriguing me. I remembered the stories I’d read in the magazines and photographs that had me pleasure myself, stirred and provoked me.
“How would you feel now? If say, three more men were here; watching you being groped; becoming aroused themselves and playing with their cocks. Would you feel scared or turned on? or both?” Billy’s voice was slow and deliberate.
My breathing intensified as I answered, “Both!”
“Would you have butterflies in your stomach at the thought of exposing yourself to them, and allowing what should be forbidden acts to take place? Imagine the mixture of exciting feelings you would be experiencing!”
I wanted him to be quiet and give me time to think. He seemed to sense my thoughts and for a while we all stood there, each man gently playing with my nipples.
“OK, you can bring someone with you,” I nervously told Billy, “If you’re sure you can trust them.”
I instantly regretted my words as Billy took out his mobile and made a call. I’d thought I would have had the chance to change my mind, it might not be such a good idea in the fullness of time. Protesting in the strongest manner I told them I’d changed my mind, not today.
“Relax! Why wait? Let’s do it now,” Albert whispered to me.
Billy finished making the call, “We’ll have some friends join us shortly.”
Nervously I rambled on asking questions, “Were they ready and waiting for the call? Are they my neighbours? Had all this been previously arranged? How did he know I was going to agree?” I was so scared and apprehensive the answers didn’t really register. What had I done?
Albert stayed silent as Billy spent the next twenty minutes consoling me. I could tell the anticipation was exciting the two elderly men, and they could wait no longer as Billy whispered to me, “Bend over the table Anne!”
I had no sooner moved the chairs out of the way and moved to the table’s edge when the doorbell rang. My heart nearly stopped and stomach tied itself in knots. Albert opened the door and invited the strangers into my house. There were four of them, four men that I had never laid eyes on before, and all of them looked more than double my age. The youngest guy must have been in his late 40s and the oldest probably the same age as Billy. They looked neither friendly or menacing as I looked at them with fear and anticipation. They looking at me like hunger wolves surrounding an injured deer, waiting to move in for the kill.
“Hi fellas, this is Anne,” announced Billy but no one offered their names in return, “Now, like I said, bend over the table Anne.”
I was scared and my heart was nearly beating out of my chest as I obeyed the order. As I did the group of men removed their coats and jackets and moved to various positions around my kitchen to get a good view. Then Billy lifted up my skirt to uncover my string knickers, suspenders and stockings, several gasps where audible. My bottom was all but bare, with my suspender belt framing my bottom and my string knickers hid nothing.
I heard a few comments such as, “Now that’s a nice arse.” and, “I can’t wait to get my hands on that body.” Then the first slap was delivered. Billy was wasting no time at all. I flinched as the second then the third smacks quickly followed. A agonising delay between hits ensued and my bottom tensed and relaxed in anticipation before a whole series of smacks landed on alternate cheeks.
I felt extremely vulnerable and frightened with so many men in the house, especially when I saw the guy on my left slowly unzip his fly and pull his cock out from his pants! I yelled and squealed as more blows landed across my buttocks, and I watched the old man slowly wank is cock to my side.
I glanced over to my other side and was alarmed to find that both Billy and Albert were now standing there, meaning it was somebody else who was stroking and smacking my arse now, a stranger. They were taking it in turns to smack me.
More blows landed, harder blows, that made me squirm as I gripped onto the table for dear life, until finally the familiar burning sensation began to grow across my buttocks. The men grabbed my bum cheeks and pulling them apart revealing my bum hole with the thin string running across it, and I could hear them laughing among themselves.
I heard someone comment, “What a lovely arse she’s got, she really is up for it isn’t she!”
It made me realise just how much of a slut I had become; a young married woman letting a group of old strangers use me for their sexual indulgence; and it was turning me on.
The sound of belts being removed made me shiver, then I heard Albert’s voice, “Take her knickers off! Me and Billy will be back soon.”
I started to panic, they were my bodyguards and now they were leaving me alone with four strangers.
“We’ll be back in a couple of minutes Anne. Just do what they want and you’ll be fine.” Billy told me as he and Albert walked for the door.
The four old strangers moved to my rear and I felt my knickers being pulled over my hips and roll over my sore bottom. I moving my legs together to assist without being asked, then spread them again for my audience. Now I was bent over my kitchen table showing my naked arse and pussy you to a group of men, whose names I didn’t even know, complete strangers to me with no one to protect me from them.
The belt I had heard wasn’t the only one to be removed. With only a few seconds separating each strike I was thrashed, first on my right buttock then on my left. The comments I picked up on told me the men who weren’t whipping me were busy wanking at the sight before them. While at first the blows where moderate they suddenly became more intense. I screamed and attempted to stand up but found myself pushed back down, then I was pinned to the table by two men in front of me. The event had now taken on a different form, a more menacing, more threatening form. I began to cry, both from fear and pain. Out of the corner of my eye through my tears I saw clothes being flung onto a chair, the men were getting undressed!
The men holding me were relieved of their duty and they stood in front of me while they removed their clothes. One of the men’s hard cock was only inches away from my face and I watched his hand peel back his foreskin then slowly masturbate himself. My eyes darted around the room to see what the others were doing, and I realised that the more I struggled and the louder I screamed and cried out the more excited they were becoming.
The strikes to my bottom changed now to one very hard blow every five or six seconds. Rough hand were now exploring my body; someone’s fingers and had found my clit and somebody else’s fingers had penetrating my pussy; and as the blows landed I involuntarily moved and wriggled against them.
Then something different made contact with my burning arse cheeks, something wet that carried a sting and caused me to flinch at first, then struggle and scream for mercy. Three more times my arse was struck and then brushed with the cold wet implement of torture, my arse strung like crazy. I squirmed in an effort to escape the punishing pain but all was in vain. I turned my head to get a look an what was being used on me. It was Billy and Albert, they had come back, I felt relieved. Then I saw what they had in their hands, they both had gardeners gloves on and were holding a bunch of stinging each. They must have been out to the garden to get them. They smiled at me then took it in turns to strike me and rub the stinging nettles on my bare skin. I cried out as the agonising pain grew. The other men were laughing as they watched hundreds of tiny red blisters form on my arse cheeks.
More smack from the nettles landed, a few even stinging my pussy lips which started to swell. The stinging was unbearable making me cry out, but this pain stayed and itched.
Then I heard a voice firmly instruct me, “Suck it!” I opened my eyes to find that “it” was a very hard cock being held in front of my face. I accepted the dick into my mouth and he fucked my mouth as deep as he could. It tasted salty and unpleasant, as it hit the back of my throat making me gag. I was rewarded for my obedience with my body being released from being pinned down to the table. For several minutes the stranger fucked my face and my tears subsided. Now I was being a good girl and sucked hungrily on his cock.
I felt more hands and fingers between my legs and the stinging pain was now a little more bearable. They had finished with the stinging nettles for now and were using a riders crop - I have no idea where it appeared from. The lash was applied with moderate force and my swollen, blistered bottom squirmed and rose into the air opening up my anus. My pussy was starting to drip wet with the juices of sexual stimulation.
I pressed back harder against the fingers flicking across my clit and my sobbing and crying had turned to moans and sighs. Sucking harder on the strangers cock I could tell he was about to cum, and so did the other men. I was quickly pulled away from the table and a chair was placed under me, being forcibly sat down my head was grabbed and turned upward and the cock was thrust into my face again, they obviously all wanted to watch him ejaculate into my mouth!
I was a good girl, I was very accommodating, without being told I willingly opened my mouth wide and rested my hands on his thighs patiently waiting for his stream of white sticky cum. I caught the full spurt and to the delight of the men I held out my tongue letting them see how it looked before swallowing it. They muttered with satisfaction as they slowly masturbated to the sight.
When the cock was reduced to drips I licked and kissed the end rubbing it around my cheeks and lips. Then before I knew what was happening I was heaved back onto the table, this time on by back with my legs overhanging the edge. My legs where forced apart, and trying to see what was about to happen, I looked between my legs to see one of the strangers with his hard, unprotected dick held to the opening of my pussy about to penetrate me.
I screeched as I felt him enter me, he thrust harder than I’d ever felt before, and he commenced a very violent and hard fuck. For comfort against the friction of his movements I locked my legs around his waist and tried to keep the same rhythm. The other men tore open my skirt, ripping the buttons off and pulling my bra up revealing my large tits, several hands instantly went to work on them pinching my nipples. I waited expectantly for a cock to be offered to my mouth but it never came. Curious as to why I looked round, although the room was a blur from the hard fucking I was receiving. There were plenty of cock to be had but no one attempted to put theirs in my mouth. I tried to capture one with my lips when they came within reach and even attempted to free my hands from my side to reach for one, but I could not. I wanted one, I needed one!
The hard fucking caused me to hover on the brink of orgasm but soon it was over as the old stranger shot his hot spunk deep inside my pussy. He pulled out of me and I waited for the next man to satisfy himself but it never happened. I felt cheated; why didn’t the rest of them want to fuck me; I looked around and lifted my legs hoping someone would fuck me, anyone!
Fiercely I was dragged up from the table and pushed back onto my front, resuming my previous position, bent over with arse in air. I hoped they wanted to fuck me from behind and spread my legs wide for them opening up my pussy. Then a sharp stinging crack of the whip told me different, they lashed me again, and again; and called me a naughty girl and a slut. I screamed, but this time not in pain, but because I wanted to be fucked!
After a few minutes of pleading with them the sexual burning became amazingly intense and I writhed around moaning like a woman possessed. In my deranged state I reasoned that if they saw how much I wanted to be fucked they would fill my every hole.
Someone spoke and I found myself being hauled up from the table and guided from the room and to the staircase. They were taking me upstairs to bed hopefully to fuck me, I thought! I was happy as they pushed me upstairs and into the bedroom. But something was not right, I was pushed and turned on my belly and to my horror my arms were lifted above my head and I felt a metallic clink. I was being manacled to the bed head!
“No!” I screamed as my skirt was hauled up, “Not again, no!”
The riding crop came down on my arse followed by the slap of a leather belt. Again I yelled and squirmed and cried into the pillow and my bottom rose from the bed when a particularly fierce blow made contact. The pain changed, it still hurt but the stinging became mixed with a more intense pleasurable feeling. Not like before, this was different, this was the true pleasure of pain.
A hand forced its way under my tummy and lifted me so I was on my knees with my head buried into the pillow. Then someone’s climbed over me and grabbed me under my chin, across my throat, and lifted me up on my knees. The I saw a bunch of stinging nettles again, this time they were aiming at my breasts. I screamed with pain as they were stroked across my nipples and I could feel the harden as they were stung. The pain was intense and didn’t subside. Then I was released to fall back into my pillow.
Soft fingers began to play with my anus and something wet and slippery was spread along my crack. The slippery fingers gently pushed at my hole and I moaned as two tried to invade my body.
“Relax!” I heard someone say and when I yelled again the whip and belt came down hard. The shock of the blows made me tense more but then the opposite happens, for a split second it caused me to relax totally, and when that happened the fingers slid deeper into my arse. By now I was really sobbing and it was as though they were waiting for me to get use to the intruding fingers. After a while I began to control my reflex actions and eased my discomfort by spreading my legs wider.
“She’s ready!” a voice announced and the fingers were withdrawn.
What was I ready for, I pondered? Something else poked at my hole, a penis traced its way down my bum crack. I was about to be arse fucked for the first time! I let out a long wail as my hole was stretched open and my anus felt like it was about to tear apart. The stranger pushed harder and finally I was well and truly penetrated. The movements started gently then became faster and more urgent, my muscles tightened round his dick and I felt very full. Trying to force myself to relax I cried into the pillow and wished for the pain of the whip to take my mind off my burning arsehole. It wasn’t long before I felt a gush of hot cum inside my arse and the man withdrew. A nice feeling took over as his cum bathed and soothed my arse hole.
I fell forward onto my stomach and lay still, I felt that I wanted to grind my pussy into the mattress. The group of men sensed the change in me they stopped groping me. Not more torment I thought, but no, they unfastened me from the manacles and turning me over. I felt their hands stripping off my clothes. Left in only my stockings and suspenders my hands were once again fastened to the bedpost, but this time I could see what was happening. One on the men took hold of the riding crop and I watched it was being waved into the air but its next unexpected meeting with my flesh caused me to scream. It had come down between my legs along the slit of my pussy. I received more but softer lashes and felt my already stinging pussy lips swelling. It felt hot, burning like my arse and I closed my eyes not wanting to see the men’s faces. Why didn’t they just fuck me? I felt a tickle, a tormenting tickle along my pussy. My legs were grabbed and pulled wide apart allowing the whip to easily find my clitoris. Then I felt something else, the nettles again. They were stroked up an down my slit and whipped across my tits again. My eyes opened as I screamed. I could see the blisters appear on my breasts but instead of crying in pain, I laughed! It was the laugh of a half crazed woman.
For several minutes my cunt was tortured by the stinging nettles and then the whip. It became impossible to distinguish between pain and pleasure. My clit swelled and I wanted the relief only a cock could bring. I found myself calmer but yet more tormented and gazed around at the still erect penis’s of the old men.
With a manic look on my face I begged, softly at first then louder and more demanding, “Fuck me! Please fuck me! Fuck me now you old bastards!”
The nettles were still doing there work as my hips bucked and I demanded angrily, “Fuck me!”
With my legs still being pulled apart, I felt the nettles being pushed inside my pussy and I yelled as the stings pressed against the tender and swollen inflamed skin.
They released me from my manacles and I kept still, and bit on my pillow. I only moving when I was told to, partly because I was being a good girl, but also I was scared of moving with the stinging nettles protruding from my pussy. My hands now rubbed my itching nipples, and I felt the nettles being pulled out from my pussy, then a man climbed over me. His dick was plunged into me without ceremony and he rested on his elbows. My cunt smarted and stung when he began to fuck then an incredible feeling rushed through my body. I began to laugh again and wrapped my legs round his waist and for the next few minutes the bed bounced like it had never bounced before
It didn’t take long before he came inside me and he was quickly replaced by another man, then another. Others couldn’t wait for my pussy and made use of my mouth too. I couldn’t get enough, I wanted more than six men and I wanted them all at the same time; but soon all present were satisfied. I had at least four loads of cum in my pussy; one in my arse; and five in my belly; not to mention the three loads of cum that had been fired over my tits. I had an orgasm with the first man but instead of loosing the urge I craved more and climax followed climax. My sore cunt and arse, seemed to intensify my pleasure. I lay for a while dirty and sticky as the men went downstairs to dress. Eventually I followed them, my tits, pussy and arse were itching and sore, and felt a little peeved off that they had neither thanked me or gaven me their names. I stood amongst them in just my stockings and suspenders. When the last of the strangers were leaving he pulled me down onto a chair and took out his dick. He had regained his sexual urges and pointed it at my mouth. I opened up my mouth and sucked him until he came.
With his seamen dripping down my chin he looked down and said goodbye and hoped we might meet again.
Billy and Albert were the last to leave after they had checked I was okay. I wasn’t sure to be honest if my physical or my mental state was okay. Billy told me to ring him if I needed to talk and Albert said his goodbyes.
“Have a good soak in the bath,” he suggested.
It was almost surreal when I stood at the door naked, not caring who saw me, to wave goodbye to these two apparently nice old men! Given what we had just done to me, how could we act normal to one another in future?
My concern now was to make sure my husband, Eddie didn’t find anything out of place, and make sure he didn’t see me my body for a while! Red angry looking whip marks and nettle stings would be difficult to explain.
My mind was in a whirl for many days after and as winter was coming Billy and Albert were doing the garden less often. It took a while to get my head round the events but I had no regrets, just a fascination about how pain could turn into an amazing sexually pleasurable experience. Now I was beginning to understand the people from the magazines, and I knew now why something always seemed to be missing with my sex life. I needed more than just sex, and gentle tender loving was not for me. My mind needed time and so did my body!
One day the older of the two men, Billy, quietly told me, “If you would like us to call round to do other jobs beside the garden, just phone!”
The tone of his voice and the look in his eye when he emphasised the word “jobs” said it all.
“Yes,” I replied, “I think something might need your attention very soon.”
He nodded with a wink and smiled, “Will it need Albert to assist too?”
I thought for a short moment, “Yes, please bring him to help. I will ring the day before to make sure it’s convenient for all of us.”
Albert, at 63 was a sturdy plodding man who had a friendly sort of face although he often looked uninterested in life and probably bored his wife with his hobbies. He was quite an ordinary looking man who was quite short with a bald head; but it was the way he had held my head when he squirted his seamen down my throat and the expressionless look on his face when my arse was spanked made me want him there again.
Billy was a friendly 65 year old who was very well mannered with grey hair and beard. But he was a secret pervert, and had cum deep inside my unprotected pussy after whipping me with his belt on our last encounter. This made him fascinating to me. He was old enough to be my grandfather. An old man with a past, how much does his wife know about him? I wondered. What does he do with her sexually? In any case, both men showed themselves to be very experienced when it came to pleasuring a women, especially with my new found kinky hobby. I wanted to learn more from them, hands-on experience as they say.
I made the call to Billy Tuesday afternoon before my husband came home, and asked that they come round on Thursday around eleven am. I made sure there would be no distractions, like visitors coming round. Eddie would be at work and luck would have it the weather was due to be lousy so would kept people indoors, most of the neighbours would be at work anyway so wouldn’t be a nuisance.
I dressed nicely in a black tasteful skirt, not too tight so it could easily be pulled up; a smart white shirt that displayed a little cleavage with just a few buttons down the front; a sexy blue bra that lifted my boobs; and a carefully chosen pair of tiny string knickers with a small blue front panel to complete the outfit. I thought to myself that older men like Billy and Albert always like stockings and suspenders, so to give them a little extra treat that’s what I wore. Light blue suspender belt to match my knickers and bra, with black fishnet stockings. I thought to myself, maybe I had dressed to sexually, but then again we all knew why they were coming round.
My two visitors arrived on time and I decided to do a little role play with them. “Thank goodness you’re here I’m have problems with my bush and my back garden and I think i could do with some seed too. I need help as I’ve been a very naughty girl!”
I know it sounded corny but it broke the ice and got them both smiling. I soon realised they didn’t intend to hang around as Billy began to grope my bottom before I’d even closed the door.
“I’m sure we can be of assistance to your needs.” Albert replied.
“You’re looking very nice today Anne.” Billy told me as he traced his finger down my cleavage and along the edge of my shirt.
We all went into the kitchen. Albert sat down at the table, but Billy stayed stood up and hovered about me. My bra showed slightly and they both discussed how much more sexy it made me look. Then Albert stood up to joined Billy by my side. I now had an old man to either side of me and I didn’t protest when they both groped a breast each through my shirt. I gasp and ran my hand over the bulges in the trousers.
“We have other friends that share our interest too, you know. I think they would be quite upset if they knew we were showing you the delights of spanking without them. I feel quite guilty about keeping you a secret, don’t you Albert?”
“I think they would be quite jealous if they knew.” Albert replied.
“You have a local group do you? And do you all get together and talk about spanking?” I was shocked by his comment but was feeling very horny.
“Yes of course, there’s even a few women locally who indulge, but they’re few and far between, and not so nearly as attractive as you. Normally we have to hire somebody for the evening. It’s not very often we meet someone like you at all.” Billy told me.
I was disturbed and asked sounding a little concerned, “Have you discussed me with them?”
“No, of course not, they would be quite wary of you! They like to be very careful not to attract any scandal, but we could introduce you to them if you like? I think on our word they’d let you have a trial into the group. It’s more exciting being chastised in front of a group.”
I was always amazed at how he asked me these intimate questions, making them sound so normal. But my answer was “No, I’m happy as we are.”
Billy sighed and said, “It’s a pity, it’s so much more intense and exciting, and you’d get the chance to try different things.”
The thought had intrigued me and as they continued to fondle by tits, I found myself getting aroused imagining a group of strangers watching me being spanked naked.
“So do these other men live around here?”
“Yes very near.” Albert answered.
“But what if I recognised someone? How embarrassing would that be if I found out I knew them!”
“Why? You knew us already from doing your garden. What would the difference be? They would expect the same sort of discretion from you as we do, and they wouldn’t want to spoil a good thing by letting all the neighbourhood know. They just want to have fun and enjoy the experience without any hassle, just like you and I do.”
“So, you’d bring them here yourself? I wouldn’t have all sorts of strangers knocking on my door?”
“You sound as if you’re coming around to the idea. They would only come on arranged meetings, like we do. You’re the one that decides. If you had told us not to come today we would simply not be here. There’s absolutely no pressure.” He paused for a few seconds, “Would you like to have somebody else to be here? Try out new experiences? In confidence without putting yourself at risk?”
I thought about it for a moment, the men were still rubbing my tits and I still groped at their bulges. I was getting hornier and felt the dampness growing between my legs. Certain thoughts and ideas were intriguing me. I remembered the stories I’d read in the magazines and photographs that had me pleasure myself, stirred and provoked me.
“How would you feel now? If say, three more men were here; watching you being groped; becoming aroused themselves and playing with their cocks. Would you feel scared or turned on? or both?” Billy’s voice was slow and deliberate.
My breathing intensified as I answered, “Both!”
“Would you have butterflies in your stomach at the thought of exposing yourself to them, and allowing what should be forbidden acts to take place? Imagine the mixture of exciting feelings you would be experiencing!”
I wanted him to be quiet and give me time to think. He seemed to sense my thoughts and for a while we all stood there, each man gently playing with my nipples.
“OK, you can bring someone with you,” I nervously told Billy, “If you’re sure you can trust them.”
I instantly regretted my words as Billy took out his mobile and made a call. I’d thought I would have had the chance to change my mind, it might not be such a good idea in the fullness of time. Protesting in the strongest manner I told them I’d changed my mind, not today.
“Relax! Why wait? Let’s do it now,” Albert whispered to me.
Billy finished making the call, “We’ll have some friends join us shortly.”
Nervously I rambled on asking questions, “Were they ready and waiting for the call? Are they my neighbours? Had all this been previously arranged? How did he know I was going to agree?” I was so scared and apprehensive the answers didn’t really register. What had I done?
Albert stayed silent as Billy spent the next twenty minutes consoling me. I could tell the anticipation was exciting the two elderly men, and they could wait no longer as Billy whispered to me, “Bend over the table Anne!”
I had no sooner moved the chairs out of the way and moved to the table’s edge when the doorbell rang. My heart nearly stopped and stomach tied itself in knots. Albert opened the door and invited the strangers into my house. There were four of them, four men that I had never laid eyes on before, and all of them looked more than double my age. The youngest guy must have been in his late 40s and the oldest probably the same age as Billy. They looked neither friendly or menacing as I looked at them with fear and anticipation. They looking at me like hunger wolves surrounding an injured deer, waiting to move in for the kill.
“Hi fellas, this is Anne,” announced Billy but no one offered their names in return, “Now, like I said, bend over the table Anne.”
I was scared and my heart was nearly beating out of my chest as I obeyed the order. As I did the group of men removed their coats and jackets and moved to various positions around my kitchen to get a good view. Then Billy lifted up my skirt to uncover my string knickers, suspenders and stockings, several gasps where audible. My bottom was all but bare, with my suspender belt framing my bottom and my string knickers hid nothing.
I heard a few comments such as, “Now that’s a nice arse.” and, “I can’t wait to get my hands on that body.” Then the first slap was delivered. Billy was wasting no time at all. I flinched as the second then the third smacks quickly followed. A agonising delay between hits ensued and my bottom tensed and relaxed in anticipation before a whole series of smacks landed on alternate cheeks.
I felt extremely vulnerable and frightened with so many men in the house, especially when I saw the guy on my left slowly unzip his fly and pull his cock out from his pants! I yelled and squealed as more blows landed across my buttocks, and I watched the old man slowly wank is cock to my side.
I glanced over to my other side and was alarmed to find that both Billy and Albert were now standing there, meaning it was somebody else who was stroking and smacking my arse now, a stranger. They were taking it in turns to smack me.
More blows landed, harder blows, that made me squirm as I gripped onto the table for dear life, until finally the familiar burning sensation began to grow across my buttocks. The men grabbed my bum cheeks and pulling them apart revealing my bum hole with the thin string running across it, and I could hear them laughing among themselves.
I heard someone comment, “What a lovely arse she’s got, she really is up for it isn’t she!”
It made me realise just how much of a slut I had become; a young married woman letting a group of old strangers use me for their sexual indulgence; and it was turning me on.
The sound of belts being removed made me shiver, then I heard Albert’s voice, “Take her knickers off! Me and Billy will be back soon.”
I started to panic, they were my bodyguards and now they were leaving me alone with four strangers.
“We’ll be back in a couple of minutes Anne. Just do what they want and you’ll be fine.” Billy told me as he and Albert walked for the door.
The four old strangers moved to my rear and I felt my knickers being pulled over my hips and roll over my sore bottom. I moving my legs together to assist without being asked, then spread them again for my audience. Now I was bent over my kitchen table showing my naked arse and pussy you to a group of men, whose names I didn’t even know, complete strangers to me with no one to protect me from them.
The belt I had heard wasn’t the only one to be removed. With only a few seconds separating each strike I was thrashed, first on my right buttock then on my left. The comments I picked up on told me the men who weren’t whipping me were busy wanking at the sight before them. While at first the blows where moderate they suddenly became more intense. I screamed and attempted to stand up but found myself pushed back down, then I was pinned to the table by two men in front of me. The event had now taken on a different form, a more menacing, more threatening form. I began to cry, both from fear and pain. Out of the corner of my eye through my tears I saw clothes being flung onto a chair, the men were getting undressed!
The men holding me were relieved of their duty and they stood in front of me while they removed their clothes. One of the men’s hard cock was only inches away from my face and I watched his hand peel back his foreskin then slowly masturbate himself. My eyes darted around the room to see what the others were doing, and I realised that the more I struggled and the louder I screamed and cried out the more excited they were becoming.
The strikes to my bottom changed now to one very hard blow every five or six seconds. Rough hand were now exploring my body; someone’s fingers and had found my clit and somebody else’s fingers had penetrating my pussy; and as the blows landed I involuntarily moved and wriggled against them.
Then something different made contact with my burning arse cheeks, something wet that carried a sting and caused me to flinch at first, then struggle and scream for mercy. Three more times my arse was struck and then brushed with the cold wet implement of torture, my arse strung like crazy. I squirmed in an effort to escape the punishing pain but all was in vain. I turned my head to get a look an what was being used on me. It was Billy and Albert, they had come back, I felt relieved. Then I saw what they had in their hands, they both had gardeners gloves on and were holding a bunch of stinging each. They must have been out to the garden to get them. They smiled at me then took it in turns to strike me and rub the stinging nettles on my bare skin. I cried out as the agonising pain grew. The other men were laughing as they watched hundreds of tiny red blisters form on my arse cheeks.
More smack from the nettles landed, a few even stinging my pussy lips which started to swell. The stinging was unbearable making me cry out, but this pain stayed and itched.
Then I heard a voice firmly instruct me, “Suck it!” I opened my eyes to find that “it” was a very hard cock being held in front of my face. I accepted the dick into my mouth and he fucked my mouth as deep as he could. It tasted salty and unpleasant, as it hit the back of my throat making me gag. I was rewarded for my obedience with my body being released from being pinned down to the table. For several minutes the stranger fucked my face and my tears subsided. Now I was being a good girl and sucked hungrily on his cock.
I felt more hands and fingers between my legs and the stinging pain was now a little more bearable. They had finished with the stinging nettles for now and were using a riders crop - I have no idea where it appeared from. The lash was applied with moderate force and my swollen, blistered bottom squirmed and rose into the air opening up my anus. My pussy was starting to drip wet with the juices of sexual stimulation.
I pressed back harder against the fingers flicking across my clit and my sobbing and crying had turned to moans and sighs. Sucking harder on the strangers cock I could tell he was about to cum, and so did the other men. I was quickly pulled away from the table and a chair was placed under me, being forcibly sat down my head was grabbed and turned upward and the cock was thrust into my face again, they obviously all wanted to watch him ejaculate into my mouth!
I was a good girl, I was very accommodating, without being told I willingly opened my mouth wide and rested my hands on his thighs patiently waiting for his stream of white sticky cum. I caught the full spurt and to the delight of the men I held out my tongue letting them see how it looked before swallowing it. They muttered with satisfaction as they slowly masturbated to the sight.
When the cock was reduced to drips I licked and kissed the end rubbing it around my cheeks and lips. Then before I knew what was happening I was heaved back onto the table, this time on by back with my legs overhanging the edge. My legs where forced apart, and trying to see what was about to happen, I looked between my legs to see one of the strangers with his hard, unprotected dick held to the opening of my pussy about to penetrate me.
I screeched as I felt him enter me, he thrust harder than I’d ever felt before, and he commenced a very violent and hard fuck. For comfort against the friction of his movements I locked my legs around his waist and tried to keep the same rhythm. The other men tore open my skirt, ripping the buttons off and pulling my bra up revealing my large tits, several hands instantly went to work on them pinching my nipples. I waited expectantly for a cock to be offered to my mouth but it never came. Curious as to why I looked round, although the room was a blur from the hard fucking I was receiving. There were plenty of cock to be had but no one attempted to put theirs in my mouth. I tried to capture one with my lips when they came within reach and even attempted to free my hands from my side to reach for one, but I could not. I wanted one, I needed one!
The hard fucking caused me to hover on the brink of orgasm but soon it was over as the old stranger shot his hot spunk deep inside my pussy. He pulled out of me and I waited for the next man to satisfy himself but it never happened. I felt cheated; why didn’t the rest of them want to fuck me; I looked around and lifted my legs hoping someone would fuck me, anyone!
Fiercely I was dragged up from the table and pushed back onto my front, resuming my previous position, bent over with arse in air. I hoped they wanted to fuck me from behind and spread my legs wide for them opening up my pussy. Then a sharp stinging crack of the whip told me different, they lashed me again, and again; and called me a naughty girl and a slut. I screamed, but this time not in pain, but because I wanted to be fucked!
After a few minutes of pleading with them the sexual burning became amazingly intense and I writhed around moaning like a woman possessed. In my deranged state I reasoned that if they saw how much I wanted to be fucked they would fill my every hole.
Someone spoke and I found myself being hauled up from the table and guided from the room and to the staircase. They were taking me upstairs to bed hopefully to fuck me, I thought! I was happy as they pushed me upstairs and into the bedroom. But something was not right, I was pushed and turned on my belly and to my horror my arms were lifted above my head and I felt a metallic clink. I was being manacled to the bed head!
“No!” I screamed as my skirt was hauled up, “Not again, no!”
The riding crop came down on my arse followed by the slap of a leather belt. Again I yelled and squirmed and cried into the pillow and my bottom rose from the bed when a particularly fierce blow made contact. The pain changed, it still hurt but the stinging became mixed with a more intense pleasurable feeling. Not like before, this was different, this was the true pleasure of pain.
A hand forced its way under my tummy and lifted me so I was on my knees with my head buried into the pillow. Then someone’s climbed over me and grabbed me under my chin, across my throat, and lifted me up on my knees. The I saw a bunch of stinging nettles again, this time they were aiming at my breasts. I screamed with pain as they were stroked across my nipples and I could feel the harden as they were stung. The pain was intense and didn’t subside. Then I was released to fall back into my pillow.
Soft fingers began to play with my anus and something wet and slippery was spread along my crack. The slippery fingers gently pushed at my hole and I moaned as two tried to invade my body.
“Relax!” I heard someone say and when I yelled again the whip and belt came down hard. The shock of the blows made me tense more but then the opposite happens, for a split second it caused me to relax totally, and when that happened the fingers slid deeper into my arse. By now I was really sobbing and it was as though they were waiting for me to get use to the intruding fingers. After a while I began to control my reflex actions and eased my discomfort by spreading my legs wider.
“She’s ready!” a voice announced and the fingers were withdrawn.
What was I ready for, I pondered? Something else poked at my hole, a penis traced its way down my bum crack. I was about to be arse fucked for the first time! I let out a long wail as my hole was stretched open and my anus felt like it was about to tear apart. The stranger pushed harder and finally I was well and truly penetrated. The movements started gently then became faster and more urgent, my muscles tightened round his dick and I felt very full. Trying to force myself to relax I cried into the pillow and wished for the pain of the whip to take my mind off my burning arsehole. It wasn’t long before I felt a gush of hot cum inside my arse and the man withdrew. A nice feeling took over as his cum bathed and soothed my arse hole.
I fell forward onto my stomach and lay still, I felt that I wanted to grind my pussy into the mattress. The group of men sensed the change in me they stopped groping me. Not more torment I thought, but no, they unfastened me from the manacles and turning me over. I felt their hands stripping off my clothes. Left in only my stockings and suspenders my hands were once again fastened to the bedpost, but this time I could see what was happening. One on the men took hold of the riding crop and I watched it was being waved into the air but its next unexpected meeting with my flesh caused me to scream. It had come down between my legs along the slit of my pussy. I received more but softer lashes and felt my already stinging pussy lips swelling. It felt hot, burning like my arse and I closed my eyes not wanting to see the men’s faces. Why didn’t they just fuck me? I felt a tickle, a tormenting tickle along my pussy. My legs were grabbed and pulled wide apart allowing the whip to easily find my clitoris. Then I felt something else, the nettles again. They were stroked up an down my slit and whipped across my tits again. My eyes opened as I screamed. I could see the blisters appear on my breasts but instead of crying in pain, I laughed! It was the laugh of a half crazed woman.
For several minutes my cunt was tortured by the stinging nettles and then the whip. It became impossible to distinguish between pain and pleasure. My clit swelled and I wanted the relief only a cock could bring. I found myself calmer but yet more tormented and gazed around at the still erect penis’s of the old men.
With a manic look on my face I begged, softly at first then louder and more demanding, “Fuck me! Please fuck me! Fuck me now you old bastards!”
The nettles were still doing there work as my hips bucked and I demanded angrily, “Fuck me!”
With my legs still being pulled apart, I felt the nettles being pushed inside my pussy and I yelled as the stings pressed against the tender and swollen inflamed skin.
They released me from my manacles and I kept still, and bit on my pillow. I only moving when I was told to, partly because I was being a good girl, but also I was scared of moving with the stinging nettles protruding from my pussy. My hands now rubbed my itching nipples, and I felt the nettles being pulled out from my pussy, then a man climbed over me. His dick was plunged into me without ceremony and he rested on his elbows. My cunt smarted and stung when he began to fuck then an incredible feeling rushed through my body. I began to laugh again and wrapped my legs round his waist and for the next few minutes the bed bounced like it had never bounced before
It didn’t take long before he came inside me and he was quickly replaced by another man, then another. Others couldn’t wait for my pussy and made use of my mouth too. I couldn’t get enough, I wanted more than six men and I wanted them all at the same time; but soon all present were satisfied. I had at least four loads of cum in my pussy; one in my arse; and five in my belly; not to mention the three loads of cum that had been fired over my tits. I had an orgasm with the first man but instead of loosing the urge I craved more and climax followed climax. My sore cunt and arse, seemed to intensify my pleasure. I lay for a while dirty and sticky as the men went downstairs to dress. Eventually I followed them, my tits, pussy and arse were itching and sore, and felt a little peeved off that they had neither thanked me or gaven me their names. I stood amongst them in just my stockings and suspenders. When the last of the strangers were leaving he pulled me down onto a chair and took out his dick. He had regained his sexual urges and pointed it at my mouth. I opened up my mouth and sucked him until he came.
With his seamen dripping down my chin he looked down and said goodbye and hoped we might meet again.
Billy and Albert were the last to leave after they had checked I was okay. I wasn’t sure to be honest if my physical or my mental state was okay. Billy told me to ring him if I needed to talk and Albert said his goodbyes.
“Have a good soak in the bath,” he suggested.
It was almost surreal when I stood at the door naked, not caring who saw me, to wave goodbye to these two apparently nice old men! Given what we had just done to me, how could we act normal to one another in future?
My concern now was to make sure my husband, Eddie didn’t find anything out of place, and make sure he didn’t see me my body for a while! Red angry looking whip marks and nettle stings would be difficult to explain.
My mind was in a whirl for many days after and as winter was coming Billy and Albert were doing the garden less often. It took a while to get my head round the events but I had no regrets, just a fascination about how pain could turn into an amazing sexually pleasurable experience. Now I was beginning to understand the people from the magazines, and I knew now why something always seemed to be missing with my sex life. I needed more than just sex, and gentle tender loving was not for me. My mind needed time and so did my body!
Cheryl
- 21.05.2022
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