Episode 57 Jenny and Blue
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Jenny arrived, a little late, at the appointed motel and knocked on the door of number 3.
“Hold on a minute” she heard Rob shout from inside.
Jenny could feel her cunt juicing up at the thought of a weekend in bed with her army lover; she was wearing his favourite perfume but not much else under a long white coat.
Rob opened the door dressed as usual in just his camouflage tee-shirt and dog-tags; Jenny kicked the door closed behind her as she knelt at his feet. His pubes smelt faintly of a different perfume, his cock already moist as it hit the back of her throat.
Then everything went dark – a heavy hood slipped down over her eyes and strong hands pinned her arms behind. Jenny heard the click of the handcuffs – now someone was roughly pulling her clothes off; her tits spilled out. These were not the fluffy pink fur-covered cuffs you get in a sex shop, but military police grade – designed to stay closed and hurt.
A deep female voice: “Fuck me – they are fuckin’ huge. Pass the rope – I’m going to enjoy playing with those babies”.
Ana expertly tied Jenny’s tits up, passing the thin rope down between her legs, up the back and around her wrists; so that whenever she tried to move it chafed against her pussy lips. Rob had tied her up before playfully, but this hurt – her F-cup tits strangled into grotesque bulging shapes.
“What the fuck is this?” demanded Ana, ripping the vibrating egg out of Jenny’s cunt “you drive with this up you, so you can keep both fuckin’ hands on the fuckin’ steering wheel? No – wait a minute – I know - you use one hand to hold yer fuckin’ phone, so you can thumb through fuckin’ pictures of my fuckin’ husband’s fuckin’ cock. I bet you’ve even got videos of him fuckin’ you on there. Let’s take a look shall we?”
Jenny heard Ana rummaging around in her coat pocket, she pulled out the phone – the video of Rob fucking her arse was still running – she recognised herself moaning.
Ana stood in front of the kneeling Jenny; cunt inches from Jenny’s mouth, then yanked off the hood, gripping Jenny’s head between her hot thighs: “Now, lick me out - bitch!”
Jenny could now only see wet pink cunt framed by a black open-mesh body stocking; the rough edges on Ana’s thigh-length boots rubbing against her cheeks. Jenny could feel Rob kneeling behind her, holding her face against his wife’s cunt –f0rcing her to suck.
Ana’s cunt tasted of cum – Rob’s cum – he must have been fucking her when Jenny arrived. Jenny sucked out his cum, happily swallowing it, coming back for more, letting her tongue roam over Ana’s labia – even sliding back to access her bum-hole. Ana’s arse tasted of cum too – Jenny was cross now – she had come here for a fuck – not to be Ana’s slave.
Rob scooped Jenny up off her knees and dumped her face up on the bed –hands still tied behind her back. Ana picked up a riding crop and whacked Jenny across her bound tits, pulling up on the rope – making her nipples ache. Ana lowered her cunt onto Jenny’s face, sealing off all attempts to breathe. Rob lifted her ankles up onto his shoulders, his cock pushing aside the rope between her buttocks, sliding deep into her arse in one thrust. He felt fabulous, pulling right out, letting her arse close, then slamming it back in 30 seconds later, keeping her guessing. Ana rode her face hard; allowing few breaks for air until Jenny bit down hard on her clit and girl cum flooded her mouth. Rob saved his cum for a moment, flipping Jenny over onto her front, tummy raised on a pillow, then thrusting back into her wet arse from on top. This time he came hard; gripping Jenny’s thighs between his own, squeezing her arse into a weird pointed shape allowing him to drive really deep.
Rob climbed off, offering his dripping cock to Ana – she smacked it away: “Clean it yourself”.
Then it all went dark as her head was bagged again. What more degradation had they planned for her? She must have drifted off.
When Jenny awoke, the handcuffs had gone and she could move her arms again, but her tits were still bound up tight and hurting. She was now wearing thick leather gloves, taped on at the wrist – Jenny tried touching herself. She could just make out a fat cable leaving her arse, taped onto her right thigh, going to some weird control box on the bed. Ana was above her; spiked nipple rings grazing against her stomach – usually enough to get her wet - but Jenny’s cunt just felt dull – almost bored. The thing in her arse vibrated very slowly, then stopped, then pulsed again – leaving her almost anaesthetised below the waist. Ana was now fully in control of her libido – ensuring she never came again.
Ana f0rced Rob’s limp dick into Jenny’s numb snatch – could she feel it? It was just cold flesh, flapping around inside her – none of the usual excitement – nothing to get her wet. Rob pulled out, smearing the condom with lube to help it slide. Jenny hated condoms – they dulled everything. Now she could see the same fat cable emerging from her lover’s arse – Ana was controlling him too. They fucked mechanically, neither getting any pleasure from their coupling.
Jenny couldn’t understand what Ana had planned for the weekend, but she figured that she wasn’t supposed to enjoy it. It slowly became apparent that the thick cable going up her arse was actually a semi-flexible pipe carrying cold water that caused the rotors to vibrate spasmodically, chilling her entire cuntal area. She could barely feel Rob, trying manfully to arouse her – he gave up – pulling out – Jenny couldn’t even rub her clit with these confounded gloves on.
Ana set about wanking Rob back to a semblance of an erection – now she had both hands around his cock, jerking it upwards violently into her mouth. He responded automatically – going hard, then spurting spunk into a Kleenex in Ana’s hand. She gave him 2 minutes to recover, then repeated the punishment even harder – she slipped on a tight metal cock ring – right down at the base – stretching his balls upwards for her to whack.
By the third attempt Rob could only manage a small dribble of sperm, barely enough to coat the head of his cock – then Ana lay back satisfied.
Breakfast
The following morning Ana dressed Jenny in the long coat, hands discreetly tied to the outside belt loops to stop any chance of touching herself. The cafe was stuffy and dark – not how Jenny remembered it at all – the blinds were pulled closed and the door locked shortly after they sat at a small cramped table. Ana ordered Full English breakfasts for just her and Rob; he fed Jenny the occasional bite of toast and fried egg, as her hands were still tied. Jenny tried rubbing her thigh against Rob for a bit of comfort, but Ana slapped her, popping open the top two coat buttons, letting the other customers lust over that exposed F-cup cleavage.
Ana: “OK – this is where it gets interesting Jenny. We are going to guess your top three instant sexual turn-offs. Number 3 must be Dirty Old Men”.
Jenny looked up, seeing the old balding bloke in a filthy raincoat rubbing himself against her shoulder. His enormous hairy cock smelt of cum and sweat, inches from her mouth – he pressed forwards – Jenny had no choice but to suck it. He tasted foul – couldn’t have washed it in months – dry crusty spunk overlaid with fresh – still wet and hot.
He pulled out, laughing – ‘no cum for you cumslut’. Instead he flung down a dog-eared photo of Rob fucking her up against a wall, coated in spunk – ‘there’s a tribute for you – slut’.
He shuffled off into the corner table to carry on leering and wanking.
Ana: “So – your number 2 turn-off must be Paedophilia”.
A pretty blonde ch1ld, climbed off her Daddy and up onto their table. The tight red leotard barely covering her cute backside – a large white sperm stain spreading out from her tight bum-hole. She un-popped the remaining pop-stud in the crotch and bent over – presenting her bare wet arse to Rob’s face. Rob looked at Jenny and then back to the young arse on offer – it would be rude to refuse. Jenny had to look away as Rob noisily licked the ch1ld clean – holding onto her cute hips, and trying to keep his tongue in her arse and away from her little cunt. Once clean, she hopped off the table and back into her Dad’s arms for a cuddle and another fuck.
Rob: “So her top turn-off must be Openly Gay Men”.
At this point the cafe proprietor minced out of the kitchen, wearing just a fluffy pink apron, and when he turned around in front of Jenny – a back-less male thong – leaving her in no doubt what was going to happen. Rob got to his feet, trousers dropped to his ankles – slippery cock erect and ready to enter the cafe man. He lay across the table, backside right under Jenny’s nose. She was f0rced to watch her lover impaling himself into that arse over and over again. Then the worst thing happened – they swapped places – and Rob seemed to be enjoying it.
Jenny was almost in tears: “Why are you doing this? Why are you punishing us?”
Ana, laughing: “Because I can. Because I enjoy making you suffer. You’ve been screwing my husband since 8th grade; now it’s my turn. Come on – we have some more fun for you outside.”
Passage at rear of Cafe
Ana re-tied Jenny’s breasts, throwing the rope up over a beam, so she had to stand on tiptoe, naked and frightened. A stream of blokes, mostly black, walked past, rubbing their enormous erections against her belly or buttocks, but never touching her cunt. Each one then walked on to wrap Ana in their arms, laughing and joking then made violent love to her, sometimes two or three at a time.
Jenny was f0rced to watch what should have been her gangbang making her arch enemy Ana cream – perfect strangers’ sperm flowing out down her thighs, only to be licked off by her lover Rob. Jenny felt so humiliated and frustrated – the rope got tighter as she struggled; then eventually Rob managed to slip away from duties on his knees between his wife’s thighs to slap Jenny hard across the arse. She came violently – disgusted that she was so easy and desperate.
Everyone disappeared back into the cafe; it started to rain – that cold nasty rain that chills the tits if you happen to be tied up naked amongst the garbage at the back of a cafe – still desperate for a fuck. Two dogs raced around the corner, yapping and frolicking in the mud.
“Come here doggy” pleaded Jenny “can you jump up and loosen this rope?” Her bound tits were beginning to ache and no amount of struggling had done any good. The big black hairy mongrel dog – not like her beautiful Toby – stopped and sniffed around her crotch. His long cold tongue slipped between her open thighs – checking out his new bitch.
“Jump doggy – here get this rope”. Black Dog thought this was a brilliant game – each time he jumped up in front of Jenny his cock brushed against her bound tits. Jumping higher he could just get the tip into her mouth. Doggy loved this game; he managed to catch a loose end of rope hanging from Jenny’s tied up tits and yanked with all his weight. Jenny screamed and batted him away; but he had succeeded –the knots started to undo. “Clever doggy – keep pulling – I’m getting free”.
Jenny’s immediate priorities were: get out of this rain, get cleaned up, get fucked and get home (hopefully in that order).
Freed at last, Jenny sank to her knees in the mud. Black Dog licked her all over, nuzzling her bare backside. Jenny pitched forward, spreading her knees apart to give Doggy his treat. Black Dog mounted her; pressing his lustful pink cock into her desperate pink cunt.
They both howled – fucked at last. Black Dog pulled out, offering his sticky cock to Jenny’s mouth, while Grey Dog took his place against her muddy arse. He was huge, but it slipped easily into Jenny – squeezing out his mates’ sperm, which slid down her thighs into the mud. Grey Dog was quite rough, pushing her down into the mud – Jenny didn’t care – it was sex – any sex will do. Grey Dog ejaculated into her, then swapped places with Black Dog – he tasted rough – all hot and sweaty, but Jenny was desperate.
Eventually the dogs ran off, and Jenny staggered round the front into the cafe, naked, soaking wet and covered in mud, dog hairs and sperm. Ana had left her a carrier bag with some clothes, her car keys and an enormous black dildo in the shape of a fist – it held a note: “Go Fuck Yerself; leave my fuckin’ husband alone”.
“Hold on a minute” she heard Rob shout from inside.
Jenny could feel her cunt juicing up at the thought of a weekend in bed with her army lover; she was wearing his favourite perfume but not much else under a long white coat.
Rob opened the door dressed as usual in just his camouflage tee-shirt and dog-tags; Jenny kicked the door closed behind her as she knelt at his feet. His pubes smelt faintly of a different perfume, his cock already moist as it hit the back of her throat.
Then everything went dark – a heavy hood slipped down over her eyes and strong hands pinned her arms behind. Jenny heard the click of the handcuffs – now someone was roughly pulling her clothes off; her tits spilled out. These were not the fluffy pink fur-covered cuffs you get in a sex shop, but military police grade – designed to stay closed and hurt.
A deep female voice: “Fuck me – they are fuckin’ huge. Pass the rope – I’m going to enjoy playing with those babies”.
Ana expertly tied Jenny’s tits up, passing the thin rope down between her legs, up the back and around her wrists; so that whenever she tried to move it chafed against her pussy lips. Rob had tied her up before playfully, but this hurt – her F-cup tits strangled into grotesque bulging shapes.
“What the fuck is this?” demanded Ana, ripping the vibrating egg out of Jenny’s cunt “you drive with this up you, so you can keep both fuckin’ hands on the fuckin’ steering wheel? No – wait a minute – I know - you use one hand to hold yer fuckin’ phone, so you can thumb through fuckin’ pictures of my fuckin’ husband’s fuckin’ cock. I bet you’ve even got videos of him fuckin’ you on there. Let’s take a look shall we?”
Jenny heard Ana rummaging around in her coat pocket, she pulled out the phone – the video of Rob fucking her arse was still running – she recognised herself moaning.
Ana stood in front of the kneeling Jenny; cunt inches from Jenny’s mouth, then yanked off the hood, gripping Jenny’s head between her hot thighs: “Now, lick me out - bitch!”
Jenny could now only see wet pink cunt framed by a black open-mesh body stocking; the rough edges on Ana’s thigh-length boots rubbing against her cheeks. Jenny could feel Rob kneeling behind her, holding her face against his wife’s cunt –f0rcing her to suck.
Ana’s cunt tasted of cum – Rob’s cum – he must have been fucking her when Jenny arrived. Jenny sucked out his cum, happily swallowing it, coming back for more, letting her tongue roam over Ana’s labia – even sliding back to access her bum-hole. Ana’s arse tasted of cum too – Jenny was cross now – she had come here for a fuck – not to be Ana’s slave.
Rob scooped Jenny up off her knees and dumped her face up on the bed –hands still tied behind her back. Ana picked up a riding crop and whacked Jenny across her bound tits, pulling up on the rope – making her nipples ache. Ana lowered her cunt onto Jenny’s face, sealing off all attempts to breathe. Rob lifted her ankles up onto his shoulders, his cock pushing aside the rope between her buttocks, sliding deep into her arse in one thrust. He felt fabulous, pulling right out, letting her arse close, then slamming it back in 30 seconds later, keeping her guessing. Ana rode her face hard; allowing few breaks for air until Jenny bit down hard on her clit and girl cum flooded her mouth. Rob saved his cum for a moment, flipping Jenny over onto her front, tummy raised on a pillow, then thrusting back into her wet arse from on top. This time he came hard; gripping Jenny’s thighs between his own, squeezing her arse into a weird pointed shape allowing him to drive really deep.
Rob climbed off, offering his dripping cock to Ana – she smacked it away: “Clean it yourself”.
Then it all went dark as her head was bagged again. What more degradation had they planned for her? She must have drifted off.
When Jenny awoke, the handcuffs had gone and she could move her arms again, but her tits were still bound up tight and hurting. She was now wearing thick leather gloves, taped on at the wrist – Jenny tried touching herself. She could just make out a fat cable leaving her arse, taped onto her right thigh, going to some weird control box on the bed. Ana was above her; spiked nipple rings grazing against her stomach – usually enough to get her wet - but Jenny’s cunt just felt dull – almost bored. The thing in her arse vibrated very slowly, then stopped, then pulsed again – leaving her almost anaesthetised below the waist. Ana was now fully in control of her libido – ensuring she never came again.
Ana f0rced Rob’s limp dick into Jenny’s numb snatch – could she feel it? It was just cold flesh, flapping around inside her – none of the usual excitement – nothing to get her wet. Rob pulled out, smearing the condom with lube to help it slide. Jenny hated condoms – they dulled everything. Now she could see the same fat cable emerging from her lover’s arse – Ana was controlling him too. They fucked mechanically, neither getting any pleasure from their coupling.
Jenny couldn’t understand what Ana had planned for the weekend, but she figured that she wasn’t supposed to enjoy it. It slowly became apparent that the thick cable going up her arse was actually a semi-flexible pipe carrying cold water that caused the rotors to vibrate spasmodically, chilling her entire cuntal area. She could barely feel Rob, trying manfully to arouse her – he gave up – pulling out – Jenny couldn’t even rub her clit with these confounded gloves on.
Ana set about wanking Rob back to a semblance of an erection – now she had both hands around his cock, jerking it upwards violently into her mouth. He responded automatically – going hard, then spurting spunk into a Kleenex in Ana’s hand. She gave him 2 minutes to recover, then repeated the punishment even harder – she slipped on a tight metal cock ring – right down at the base – stretching his balls upwards for her to whack.
By the third attempt Rob could only manage a small dribble of sperm, barely enough to coat the head of his cock – then Ana lay back satisfied.
Breakfast
The following morning Ana dressed Jenny in the long coat, hands discreetly tied to the outside belt loops to stop any chance of touching herself. The cafe was stuffy and dark – not how Jenny remembered it at all – the blinds were pulled closed and the door locked shortly after they sat at a small cramped table. Ana ordered Full English breakfasts for just her and Rob; he fed Jenny the occasional bite of toast and fried egg, as her hands were still tied. Jenny tried rubbing her thigh against Rob for a bit of comfort, but Ana slapped her, popping open the top two coat buttons, letting the other customers lust over that exposed F-cup cleavage.
Ana: “OK – this is where it gets interesting Jenny. We are going to guess your top three instant sexual turn-offs. Number 3 must be Dirty Old Men”.
Jenny looked up, seeing the old balding bloke in a filthy raincoat rubbing himself against her shoulder. His enormous hairy cock smelt of cum and sweat, inches from her mouth – he pressed forwards – Jenny had no choice but to suck it. He tasted foul – couldn’t have washed it in months – dry crusty spunk overlaid with fresh – still wet and hot.
He pulled out, laughing – ‘no cum for you cumslut’. Instead he flung down a dog-eared photo of Rob fucking her up against a wall, coated in spunk – ‘there’s a tribute for you – slut’.
He shuffled off into the corner table to carry on leering and wanking.
Ana: “So – your number 2 turn-off must be Paedophilia”.
A pretty blonde ch1ld, climbed off her Daddy and up onto their table. The tight red leotard barely covering her cute backside – a large white sperm stain spreading out from her tight bum-hole. She un-popped the remaining pop-stud in the crotch and bent over – presenting her bare wet arse to Rob’s face. Rob looked at Jenny and then back to the young arse on offer – it would be rude to refuse. Jenny had to look away as Rob noisily licked the ch1ld clean – holding onto her cute hips, and trying to keep his tongue in her arse and away from her little cunt. Once clean, she hopped off the table and back into her Dad’s arms for a cuddle and another fuck.
Rob: “So her top turn-off must be Openly Gay Men”.
At this point the cafe proprietor minced out of the kitchen, wearing just a fluffy pink apron, and when he turned around in front of Jenny – a back-less male thong – leaving her in no doubt what was going to happen. Rob got to his feet, trousers dropped to his ankles – slippery cock erect and ready to enter the cafe man. He lay across the table, backside right under Jenny’s nose. She was f0rced to watch her lover impaling himself into that arse over and over again. Then the worst thing happened – they swapped places – and Rob seemed to be enjoying it.
Jenny was almost in tears: “Why are you doing this? Why are you punishing us?”
Ana, laughing: “Because I can. Because I enjoy making you suffer. You’ve been screwing my husband since 8th grade; now it’s my turn. Come on – we have some more fun for you outside.”
Passage at rear of Cafe
Ana re-tied Jenny’s breasts, throwing the rope up over a beam, so she had to stand on tiptoe, naked and frightened. A stream of blokes, mostly black, walked past, rubbing their enormous erections against her belly or buttocks, but never touching her cunt. Each one then walked on to wrap Ana in their arms, laughing and joking then made violent love to her, sometimes two or three at a time.
Jenny was f0rced to watch what should have been her gangbang making her arch enemy Ana cream – perfect strangers’ sperm flowing out down her thighs, only to be licked off by her lover Rob. Jenny felt so humiliated and frustrated – the rope got tighter as she struggled; then eventually Rob managed to slip away from duties on his knees between his wife’s thighs to slap Jenny hard across the arse. She came violently – disgusted that she was so easy and desperate.
Everyone disappeared back into the cafe; it started to rain – that cold nasty rain that chills the tits if you happen to be tied up naked amongst the garbage at the back of a cafe – still desperate for a fuck. Two dogs raced around the corner, yapping and frolicking in the mud.
“Come here doggy” pleaded Jenny “can you jump up and loosen this rope?” Her bound tits were beginning to ache and no amount of struggling had done any good. The big black hairy mongrel dog – not like her beautiful Toby – stopped and sniffed around her crotch. His long cold tongue slipped between her open thighs – checking out his new bitch.
“Jump doggy – here get this rope”. Black Dog thought this was a brilliant game – each time he jumped up in front of Jenny his cock brushed against her bound tits. Jumping higher he could just get the tip into her mouth. Doggy loved this game; he managed to catch a loose end of rope hanging from Jenny’s tied up tits and yanked with all his weight. Jenny screamed and batted him away; but he had succeeded –the knots started to undo. “Clever doggy – keep pulling – I’m getting free”.
Jenny’s immediate priorities were: get out of this rain, get cleaned up, get fucked and get home (hopefully in that order).
Freed at last, Jenny sank to her knees in the mud. Black Dog licked her all over, nuzzling her bare backside. Jenny pitched forward, spreading her knees apart to give Doggy his treat. Black Dog mounted her; pressing his lustful pink cock into her desperate pink cunt.
They both howled – fucked at last. Black Dog pulled out, offering his sticky cock to Jenny’s mouth, while Grey Dog took his place against her muddy arse. He was huge, but it slipped easily into Jenny – squeezing out his mates’ sperm, which slid down her thighs into the mud. Grey Dog was quite rough, pushing her down into the mud – Jenny didn’t care – it was sex – any sex will do. Grey Dog ejaculated into her, then swapped places with Black Dog – he tasted rough – all hot and sweaty, but Jenny was desperate.
Eventually the dogs ran off, and Jenny staggered round the front into the cafe, naked, soaking wet and covered in mud, dog hairs and sperm. Ana had left her a carrier bag with some clothes, her car keys and an enormous black dildo in the shape of a fist – it held a note: “Go Fuck Yerself; leave my fuckin’ husband alone”.
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