Horny Housewives Being a whore of a Manwhore
- 2 years ago
- 12
- 0
The House Whore - Part 5 free porn video
THE HOUSE-WHORE
By Kathy Morris
Copyright 2002, Kathy Morris
Part 5
He fondled the soft, delicate flesh of her thighs with his strong
fingers and toyed with her taut, lacy suspenders, relishing Susan's
slight weight in his lap as she wriggled her bottom against the growing
bulge in his trousers.
As Susan drew away from his mouth to take another drag on her
cigarette, Ben said, "Stand up slag and take off your panties!"
Susan smiled and said, "Anything you want, Love," and placed the half-
smoked cigarette between her lips as she stood up.
She lifted her dress and hooked her thumbs into the top of her black,
lace panties and slowly started to pull them down, partly turning her
back towards him. She smiled. Her cigarette dangled from her mouth in a
cheap and sluttish way and her red lips wrapped around the lipstick-
stained filter as she slid her panties from around her bottom and down
over her slender, nylon-sheathed legs.
When they reached her ankles, Susan stepped out of her panties and took
the cigarette from between her lips and asked, with a mischievous grin
on her face, "What now, Love?" and took a drag on her cigarette,
exhaling the smoke, waiting for Ben to tell her what he wanted her to
do next.
Ben didn't say anything as he stood up and started to unfasten his
trousers.
He watched Susan as she smoked her cigarette and exhaled the smoke
slowly into his face, toying with him, he thought.
He pushed the chair back with the backs of his thick legs and bent to
pull off his shoes. He then stood up straight again, towering over her.
Susan watched him as he took off his shirt, exposing his broad,
muscular, hairy chest and powerful, thick arms. She was almost
trembling with excitement as she took a last drag on her cigarette and
stubbed it out in the ashtray.
Ben now spoke to her. "When I fuck, you smoke! Understand?"
Susan did, and quickly reached for her cigarettes and lighter.
She took one and lit it. She inhaled deeply and, holding the cigarette
delicately between her small fingers, with her arm bent in a feminine
pose, she blew a plume of blue, cigarette smoke between her pouting,
red lips.
Ben smiled and said, "That's better, Love. Now sit on the table!" he
ordered.
Susan stepped back and rested the cheeks of her bottom onto the edge of
the table.
"Pull your dress up!" Ben demanded.
Susan placed her cigarette between her lips and pulled up her dress,
exposing her stocking-clad thighs and tiny, pink penis, as she placed
her bottom onto the table and then wriggled herself so that she was now
sat on the table facing Ben.
She watched Uncle Ben with mounting excitement as she took a long,
sensual drag on her cigarette.
He stood, towering over her and moved closer.
She reached out her hand and stroked the wiry, black hairs that covered
his wide, muscular chest, as he pulled his trousers over his hips and
let them fall down over his strong legs and gather around his ankles.
He stepped out of his trousers and pushed them away with his foot and
then started to take off his underpants.
As Ben's huge manhood was exposed, it jutted from his pubis, fully
erect, hard, thick and long and Susan could not resist reaching out and
grasping it in her hand, her fingers unable to wrap around its girth.
She took a deep drag on her cigarette and exhaled slowly, the smoke
blowing all over Ben's huge, hard prick and mingling with his thick
pubic hairs.
Susan looked up into Ben's face and asked, "What do you want me to do,
Ben?"
He looked down into his slut's beautiful face and said, "Before I ram
my cock into you, you lovely, fucking slut, you'd better make it as wet
as possible with your mouth, so start sucking now!" he ordered.
Susan took a drag on her cigarette and leaned forwards. She opened her
mouth, and with the thick, creamy cigarette smoke swirling inside, she
slid Ben's fat, throbbing knob into her moist mouth and wrapped her red
lips around it and started to suck.
Ben moaned as Susan sucked on his knob and he watched as cigarette
smoke leaked from the corners of her mouth as she sucked on him; his
thick prick filling her mouth.
She lifted her hand holding her cigarette and placed it on the thick
shaft. Sucking wetly on his knob, she pulled it from her saliva-filled
mouth and took a drag on her cigarette. She then started to kiss his
hard, thick prick all over, leaving smears of red lipstick on the
smooth skin. With eyes closed, Susan continued to kiss Uncle Ben's
warm, thick cock, and she wetly sucked on it, tracing her small, pink
tongue over its surface, leaving trails of her saliva all over it as
she alternated between kissing and sucking on it and taking drags on
her cigarette.
Uncle Ben enjoyed watching his slut sucking, kissing and licking on his
prick as she smoked her cigarette and breathed her cigarette smoke over
it's now, wet, glistening surface. He watched as she wrapped her
beautiful, red, lipstick-covered lips around his hard flesh and wetly
sucked on him and licked his prick with her pink tongue.
Ben saw that Susan head almost finished her cigarette so said to her,
"Right, slag, get another cigarette because I'm going to fuck you!"
Susan opened her eyes as he spoke and took a last drag on her
cigarette. She turned her body and stubbed it out in the ashtray and
reached to take another from the packet.
With the new cigarette dangling from her mouth, she lit it and inhaled
deeply.
Uncle Ben put his strong arms onto Susan's shoulders and pulled her
towards him so that her naked bottom slipped off the table and she
stood before him submissively.
His hard prick pushed into her tummy as Susan took the cigarette from
her lips and rested her head on his broad chest.
"Turn around, slut, and show me what you've got!" she heard Ben say, so
Susan obediently turned to face away from Ben and rested the palms of
her hands on the table.
She felt Ben's large hands slide up the backs of her legs and over the
rounded, pale cheeks of her bottom until they rested on the sides of
her slim waist. She took a drag on her cigarette and saw that her hand
was trembling as she greedily sucked the cigarette smoke into her body
and, as she did so, felt Uncle Ben lift up her dress to expose her bare
bottom.
Taking another drag on her cigarette, Susan felt Ben's warm, wet tongue
touch the lips of her arse and she shuddered.
As he started to probe her tight hole with his tongue, she relaxed and
closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of his wet mouth as he kissed her
and probed with his hard, thick tongue. Susan took a deep, double drag
on her cigarette as Uncle Ben's mouth pulled away and then felt his
heavy body rest gently on her back.
His breath on her neck excited her and, as he placed his warm, smooth,
fat knob against the lips of her arse, she moaned softly. "Tell me you
want me!" she heard him say. "Tell me what you want me to do to you!"
he added as he nibbled the soft, pale flesh of her neck.
"Ohhhhhhhh, Uncle," she moaned, breathing out a cloud of cigarette
smoke, "I want you to fuck me, I want you to fill your, dirty, fucking,
smoking whore with your great, big, fat prick! Ohhhhhh, Uncle, fuck me,
fuck me, fuck me!" she replied, as she placed the cigarette between her
red, glossy lips, and drawing the thick smoke deeply into her lungs.
Susan pushed back onto his fat prick and felt his knob ease between the
pink lips of her arse.
Ben heard Susan moan as his fat, purple knob forced between her tight
pussy-hole lips. He grasped her with his large, strong hands and pulled
her slowly backwards, gently impaling her on his hard prick.
The pain in Susan's tightly stretched arse as she felt him slide the
length of his prick into her was almost unbearable. She quickly dragged
on her cigarette and hissed out the smoke between her clenched teeth.
"Ooooooooo, shshshshsheeeeeeeeeetttttttt!"
She clung to the edge of the table and spread her legs slightly, hoping
that in doing so, Uncle Ben's invasion of her tight hole might be
easier. The stiletto heels of her shoes clacked on the floor tiles and
he slowly impaled her and moved her position. Her pussy-hole was
stretched fully as Uncle Ben's ten inches of thick, hard prick
continued to slowly force its way into her body.
She took a soothing drag on her cigarette and tried to relax her arse-
muscles. She remembered what her grandfather had told her that evening,
and imitated trying to shit.
As she did so, Ben felt the grasping muscles of her hole relax,
allowing him to push his prick even deeper into her arse. "There, my
little slag-bag, that feels nice, doesn't it?" she heard him say.
Through the initial pain of being invaded by his prick, Susan realised
that she was enjoying having her arse stuffed, filling her body, and
once again took great pleasure in being used, loved. "Ohhhhh, yes,
Ben", she said, and dragged deeply on her cigarette. She breathed out
the smoke as she said, "I'm all yours, love, please fuck me," she
begged, "but, please fuck me slowly for a little while as my hole is a
bit sore!"
Ben ceased pulling Susan onto his prick and allowed her to get used to
the feel of it. He lay on her back, completely covering her fragile,
small frame and bent his head so he could watch as she smoked her
cigarette.
"You like being my whore, don't you?" he asked as she took another
drag.
She turned her head so that she could look into his face. She sucked on
her cigarette and kissed him, breathing the smoke into his mouth as
their lips met. She spoke as their mouths parted slightly. "Mmmmmmm."
Susan moaned, "I'm your whore, Uncle, and I want you to do anything you
want with me," she added.
Ben slowly started to slide his fat prick from within her pussy-hole
and then pushed strongly, forcing the thick prick back onto Susan's
body.
"Oooooooooo, yes!" Susan exclaimed. "Fuck me Uncle!" she said as he
slid deeply back into her.
She relaxed and squeezed her arse-muscles, feeling the thick, warm
prick slide deeply inside her, and she pushed back onto it, needing to
be filled.
Uncle Ben was breathing heavily now as he started to slowly fuck his
whore. He watched her smoke her cigarette and, as she took a deep drag
on it, rammed the whole length of his prick into her, noting with
satisfaction, that as he did so, she moaned, breathing out a cloud of
blue cigarette smoke.
As his huge prick slid easily backwards and forwards within her, Susan
continued to smoke her cigarette, knowing that Ben was watching her and
it gave her pleasure to know that, as she smoked, his thrusts were
becoming deeper and faster.
She took a last drag on the cigarette and stubbed it out. She reached
for another and quickly lit it. As the cigarette dangled from her lips
she spoke. "Yes, that's it, Uncle! Ram your big, fat prick into me!"
she urged. "I'm your whore and I want you to fuck me hard!"
She wriggled her bottom as her impaled her, urging him deeper and
faster towards his climax.
Ben was ramming his prick hard into Susan's body now, and watched as
her cigarette bobbed between her lips as she pleaded with him to fuck
her. He liked hearing his slag ask to be fucked, breathing a cloud of
blue, cigarette smoke as she did so.
He knew that he was near to coming. He watched her intently as she took
a deep drag and held the cigarette poised in her tiny hand. He admired
the length of the cigarette between her outstretched fingers and the
sight made him want to ram her harder and even faster.
"You, fucking, cheap, little smoking whore," he hissed, "you're nothing
but a cheap, smoking, fucking slag," he added, driving his prick hard
in to her and feeling his large, hairy balls slap against the backs of
her thighs. "You fucking, dirty, little bitch," he added, "I'm going to
fill your fucking, dirty, little whore's hole with my spunk," he said
as he felt his climax approach.
Susan urged him on, "Yes, Uncle, use me! Fuck me, fill me with your
spunk! Oh, yes, spunk into me and fuck me, fuck me!" she pleaded.
Her head was swimming with pleasure as she joined her man's rhythm,
pushing back onto his fat prick and feeling it rubbing her insides as
it thrust deeply into her rectum. She sucked greedily on her cigarette
and exhaled the smoke loudly, quickly taking another drag as he plunged
his prick into her again and heard his balls slap on her thigh.
"Fucking, fuck me," she pleaded," fuck me, fuck me!" she begged as she
heard him moan. "That's it, Uncle, fill me with your spunk, Lover, ram
your fucking, great, big prick into me and rip me apart!" she pleaded.
Susan's submission was just too much for Uncle Ben for him to hold back
any longer, and, watching her as she lifted her hand and sucked on her
cigarette, he started to come as Susan's lipstick-coated lips clamped
around the filter of her cigarette and took a drag on it.
He came, long and hard, squirting his semen deeply into her arse.
He shuddered and squirted again and again, driving his prick fully into
her as he orgasmed, holding her tightly onto him, with his large,
powerful hands clinging around her waist.
"Yes, Uncle, yes, fucking hell, Uncle!" she urged, as a cloud of thick,
blue smoke exploded from her lungs, "Yes, fuck me, fuck me!" she said
as he rammed deeply into her bowel. "Ohhhh, God, yes! That feels so
fucking nice," she added. "Fill me with your spunk, yes fuck me!" she
cried as her body began to shudder and tremble. "Ohhhhhhh, fucking
hell, Uncle," she cried as she came, squirting her own, watery semen
onto the floor.
Susan's legs buckled beneath her as she came, but her Uncle's powerful
grasp around her slender waist increased and he held her, still impaled
on his thick prick, as her feet lifted from the floor. She squirmed and
writhed with ecstasy as he held her, her orgasm rippling though her
body, the stiletto heels of her shoes rattling loudly against the floor
tiles. She felt her Uncle thrust into her again and he moaned, driving
his prick deeply into her arse.
Susan quickly dragged on her cigarette and hissed the smoke between her
clenched teeth. "Fucking, fucking hell, Uncle," she said, "Ohhhhh,
Jesus Christ, Uncle Ben," she added as another spasm of pleasure swept
over her and made her body tremble, her knees going weak. "Ohhhhhh,
fucking hell," she cried dragging on her cigarette again.
As she writhed on his fat, thick prick, feeling her arse-muscles
involuntarily clamp him and then relax, another wave of pleasure
rippled though her body and she felt as if her insides were going to
fall out.
She threw her head back and grasped Ben's strong, thick, hairy arm as
he held her close to his broad chest. "Ohhhhh, fucking hell!" she
screamed. "I'm your woman, I'm your girl, I'm your fuck-whore, your
fucking, dirty, little slag," she added, and taking a last drag on her
cigarette, she breathed out her cigarette smoke, moaning as the spasm
subsided.
Susan placed her feet to the floor and leaned forwards to stub out her
cigarette in the ashtray, feeling Ben's fat prick still hard within her
arse.
She took a cigarette from the packet and flicked the lighter. Drawing
the soothing smoke into her body, she pushed herself up and stood with
Ben's warm, hairy body against her back.
She fondled the thickness of his hairy wrist and tried to wrap her hand
around it, enjoying the warmth against her small, soft palm. She took
the cigarette from between her lips and held it daintily between her
small, outstretched fingers and admired the high gloss of her sharply
pointed red nails and noticed that her lipstick had stained the filter.
"Was that nice, Uncle?" she queried. "Was I a good, little slag for
you?" she added, wriggling her bottom and feeling his prick slowly
starting to shrink and slide from within her tight, sore pussy-hole.
"Am I a good, smoking fuck-whore for you?" she asked him, and took a
deliberately, deep, sensual drag on her cigarette, as if trying to
prove to him that she relished being used by him and understood his
needs.
"Too bloody damn right!" she heard him reply as his grasp around her
waist tightened, trying to keep his fat, prick inside her for as long
as possible.
She turned her head and gazed into his beaming face as she exhaled, and
then took another drag on her cigarette. "Kiss, me Lover!" she said and
opened her mouth and parted her red lips expectantly.
She closed her eyes and pushed her face towards his, needing to feel
his full lips and probing, fat tongue once more.
As Ben's wide mouth completely covered hers, she touched his fat,
moist, probing tongue with the tip of her own and breathed her
cigarette smoke into his body.
They probed each other's mouths with their tongues and swapped Susan's
cigarette smoke as they kissed, taking each other's smoky breath into
their lungs until none of the smoke remained.
They parted briefly as Susan took another drag on her cigarette and
then resumed their snogging, probing each other's mouths once again
with their saliva-coated tongues and sharing her creamy cigarette
smoke.
Ben's penis was softening now as they kissed, and Susan felt its warm,
filling form start to slide from within her rectum.
She squeezed her arse-muscles trying to retain his penis, but only
assisted in forcing it further from within her body. A loud, sloppy
fart escaped from her arse as Ben's penis slipped totally out of her,
and his thick, milky sperm seeped from between her well-fucked arse-
lips and ran down the insides of her thighs, soaking into the tops of
her nylon stockings.
"Oops, Love!" she exclaimed, embarrassed at hearing her own, loud fart.
She tried to clamp her arse-muscles together so no more of his precious
semen would escape her body.
"Don't worry, Love," she heard Ben reply, "you can always tell when
you've shagged a bird right, when you hear her fanny-fart!" he
explained. "And in any case, Love," Ben added, "after taking all my
prick, I expected you to have farted while I was fucking you," he
teased.
Susan turned to face Ben and took a drag on her cigarette.
She reached up with her thin arms and placed her hands on his broad,
hairy shoulders. She kissed him, her smoky breath, warm and alluring.
"I'm glad you wanted to fuck me, Ben," she said quietly. "I'm so glad
that I was able to please you. I'm your wife, now Ben, and I always
want to please you," she added.
Ben looked down into her beautiful, wide, blue eyes and watched her
take a drag on her cigarette.
Watching her as she exhaled slowly, the thick cigarette smoke lingering
over his hairy chest, he replied, "Just don't ever forget! When you're
my tart, you smoke, do you understand?" he asked.
Susan nodded her head. "I love to smoke for you, Ben, I know it pleases
you, so I'll always smoke for you," she replied.
As if to emphasise her commitment to him, Susan took a drag on her
cigarette and kissed him.
He tasted her lipstick and breathed her warm, smoky breath. He needed
to prove to her that she was nothing more to him than her slag and to
show her that she was still fully under his control. He said, "That's a
good, fucking slag, but you've made a right, fucking mess on the floor
and my prick needs cleaning!"
Susan pulled slightly away from his massive frame and looked down.
She saw that his glistening prick was streaked with shit from her arse
and that slime from her rectum had dripped onto the floor tiles
mingling with ash from her cigarette. "I'll clean it up now, Love," she
apologised and made as if to go to the sink for a cloth.
Ben caught her by the arm, "No, you don't!" he warned seeing what she
intended to do. "You, clean it!" he ordered, stressing the "you".
Taking a last drag on her cigarette, Susan stubbed it out, and,
resignedly, looked again at his penis and the stains on the kitchen
floor.
She knew what he wanted her to do and so, obediently, knelt down on the
hard, cold tiles at Ben's feet.
Grasping his penis with both of her small hands, she closed her eyes
and wrapped her lips around Ben's saliva- and shit-coated prick. She
sucked on it, tasting her own shit and licked it with her small, pink
tongue.
The taste of her own shit and arse-juices made her feel sick but she
sucked and sucked to show him that she was his slut.
Satisfied that she had cleaned his warm, fat knob, she kissed and
sucked Ben's prick all over, removing all trace of her own excreta and
arse-slime. She looked up into Ben's face to see if he was satisfied by
her work.
Ben nodded and said, "Good girl, now clean up the fucking mess you've
made on the floor!"
Susan let go of Ben's prick and bent her head to his feet, her face
just inches from the cold tiles.
She stuck out her tongue and saw his feet move away from her, as her
long, blonde hair obscured her vision.
Before her gaze there were little piles of her cigarette ash, some
mingling with the brown, slimy juices from her arse, making smears of
grey mud, whilst others had been crushed to a fine powder under her
feet and there were several brown, smelly gobs of her own shit.
She licked at the nearest blob of slimy, foul-tasting excreta and
swallowed. The taste was disgusting but she knew that she had to comply
with her lover's wishes.
Susan heard him say, "That's a good girl, Susie, clean it all up, we
don't want you to have more work than is necessary tomorrow, do we?" he
queried, knowing that she must be hating the taste in her mouth.
Susan shook her head to show Ben her agreement, and tried to say "no"
as she swallowed a slimy, small lump of her own shit.
As she moved her face to another muddy puddle of shit-juice and
cigarette ash, Susan licked at it with her tongue and heard Ben add,
"Perhaps you'll remember to clean yourself out before you get fucked
next time?" he chided, and she again nodded her head in agreement.
"Right, slag!" she heard him say, "I'm off to bed. See you tomorrow!"
Susan heard his stocking feet pad quietly away from her and out of the
kitchen. She looked up but Ben had already gone.
She sat back on her heels and thought indignantly, "Bastard! He didn't
even kiss me goodnight!" but then realised why he hadn't, as she tasted
the shit and cigarette ash which coated her tongue. She gathered saliva
in her mouth and swallowed trying to get rid of the foul taste before
she resumed her prone posture and continued to clean the kitchen floor
with her tongue.
Satisfied that she had cleaned up all her cigarette ash and her own
rectal juices, Susan steadied herself with a chair and stood up.
She reached for the ashtray and walked over to the sink where she
placed it on the draining board and went back to the kitchen table,
putting her cigarettes and lighter into her handbag and, turning
gracefully in her high heels, glancing around the kitchen to check that
she had left it clean and tidy.
She switched off the light and walked along the hallway, stopping at
the mirror to see just how bad she looked.
Her hair was tousled and her lipstick was smeared badly. She stuck out
her tongue and saw that pieces of grey cigarette ash still stuck to it.
She swallowed saliva in an effort to try to clean it and, looking at
her reflection, saw that the makeup which she had so carefully applied
to her face earlier, had been wiped away from her chin and the tip of
her nose as she had been cleaning the kitchen floor with her tongue.
Realising that she really, really, did like being a Housewhore, Susan
strode confidently into the hall and mounted the stairs, enjoying her
own, growing feeling of self-satisfaction as she ascended the stairs
and walked along the landing to her bedroom.
As she undressed and got ready for bed, Susan thought of the work she
had done during the day and about how she had been made to become a
woman by her Grandfather, and was grateful.
She slipped on her nightie and went to the bathroom. As she sat down on
the toilet to pee, she could almost feel Ben's spunk that still was
within her, and she shuddered with pure delight as she knew that she
was going to keep it inside her throughout the night.
After cleaning her teeth and using some mouthwash, Susan clicked off
the light and took off her jewellery. She sat at the dressing table and
removed her makeup but thought that she didn't look feminine enough, so
re-applied the bright, red lipstick to her full, shapely lips.
Satisfied that she now looked pretty again, Susan brushed her hair and
put in her curlers. She looked at her own reflection in the mirror and
thought, what a wonderful life I'm going to have here with all my men.
The pretty girl in the mirror smiled with mischievous eyes and blew
Susan a goodnight kiss.
She walked across the thick carpet to her bed, pulled back the pink,
satin sheets and got in. As she put out the bedside lamp and snuggled
into the comforting softness of her smooth, satin pillows, Susan
thought that she must be the luckiest girl ever. She knew that she was
loved and needed by her family. She was safe and secure. As she drifted
off to sleep, Susan hoped that she would dream wonderful dreams about
her new life. She hoped that she would be dutiful and diligent to her
men's wishes and, feeling the gently throbbing soreness of her arse,
knew that she had started her vocation as a housewhore.
The following morning, Susan's second day at the farm, she was awakened
by a knock on her bedroom door. Through sleepy eyes she saw it open and
Grandfather entered.
He sat on the side of her bed and wished her good morning. He told her
that he had really enjoyed fucking her the previous evening and even
told her that it had been so good that he'd gone to sleep with a hard
on thinking about it!
Susan blushed and Grandfather told her not to be such a prude and, in
any case, he'd popped back downstairs to make another cup of tea and
watched as Ben had fucked her.
Susan hung her head in embarrassment, but Grandfather only laughed and
patted her arm and reassured her that she'd got nothing to be ashamed
of. She was, after all, he told her, a housewhore and wife to boot, and
so she should get used to the fact that she was there for the
satisfaction of the men's pleasures as well as looking after the
farmhouse.
He told her that as now she was a woman, it was time to complete her
transformation, and took from the box, which he had brought in with
him, a large bottle of tablets, some vials of clear liquid and a
hypodermic syringe. He filled the syringe as Susan dutifully swallowed
five of the tablets and told her to take five more at lunchtime and
five before going to bed. Telling Susan to lift up her nightie so as to
expose her chest, he proceeded to inject clear liquid from one of the
vials into the pink flesh of Susan's tiny aureolae.
Susan hardly felt the fine needle as Grandfather injected her, and she
asked him what the injection was for.
Grandfather explained that the tablets were female hormones and that
the injections would help the development of her breasts and she was to
inject herself each morning.
Susan was pleased that Grandfather was going to so much trouble with
her well-being and thanked him. She asked how long would she have to
wait for her breasts to grow and he informed her that the whole process
would only take a couple of months because of the high doses of
hormones.
As he stood up to leave, Grandfather reached into the pocket of his
dressing gown and took from it a small box. He opened it and asked for
Susan's left hand. Taking her hand in his, Grandfather slipped onto her
wedding finger a beautiful diamond engagement ring and then a gold
wedding ring and informed her that she was now married into the family
and that she must never remove the rings.
Susan nodded her understanding.
Marisol
- 15.04.2020
- 5
- 0
Theresa My Neighbor Whore Chapter 2
- 1 year ago
- 26
- 0
Theresa My Neighbor Whore Chapter 1
- 3 years ago
- 38
- 0
