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Gerald was amazed, his own wife had asked him time and again to be hung and whipped, and not wishing to hurt her he had staunchly refused, saying he was not man enough. She had regularly hung him, hoping to get him mad enough to use her as she wanted, but it had just excited him, now here he was with this one, and she wanting to be hung as well, but she had only wanted humiliation, urolagnia and so on and he felt he could cope with that as it was not the physical beating as Mary had wanted, though this one had begged him to take her prisoner, and that it must be brutal throughout. He was to use her, interrogate her, urinate on as well as into her and generally humiliate her for two whole days, 48 hours it had said. He lay abed wondering if he had enough of a mindful of ideas of how to humiliate her for 48 long hours, though this first game would last what, 8 hours or so and tomorrow night might do the same so perhaps there was hope…and with that lovely thought he dozed off!
For her she knew the night would be a long one, she had been here only an hour or so, her arms already ached, and her legs… well they would love to sit, and she knew things could only get worse.
The moon was full outside, silver on the trees, an owl hooted, oblivious of the virus, its silent wings as it passed would soon allow it to swoop on some unsuspecting rodent in the field with the sheep. Her mind wandered, time hung heavy, she was tired, could a body sleep standing up she wondered, she was to find our before the sun came up.
A door crashed open startling her, he was off to the toilet , she heard him pee noisily, then the door opened, “you ok,” he asked, she replied her arms and legs ached, he chuckled and said ,”they will by morning… night” and the door closed.
Alone again she watch the sheep for a while dozing fitfully, trying to get her head in a comfortable position, and failing. The owl called to another just in hearing distance, the reply distant and muffled, nature at least was happy, she dozed.
Again he got up to check on her and urinate, disturbing what sleep she was managing, this time he told her the time, 4.30am it made it worse, her left leg by now cramping, she tried moving, the spasm and again she dozed, her hands began to give the effect of pins and needles, she had slumped to hang on the ropes and they had restricted the blood flow she stood on tip toe and shook her arms to ease the bindings, then her calves ached, she prayed for dawn and the sun that she knew would wake him, it was his normal way.
She heard the hiss of soft rain, without the sun he would, she knew, lay in, her spirits fell. but had forgotten his bladder. The door opened he urinated then came to her silently cut the rope, letting her stand, and checking the small still dry bucket, he grinned, “you desperate?” she nodded he led her to the bathroom had her stand in the bath and relieve herself, she was happy to do so even if he did watch her closely not ever having watched Mary or any other woman do such an intimate act.
“Later we shall explore that game” he quietly said, “but till then step out and we shall have breakfast” he helped her out and together they went to the pretty kitchen and cooked up a fine breakfast, which they ate together.
Breakfast over, he explained that when the postman, who he had christened ‘H’ called, not only would she invite him in “she would explain my presence as master and give him and I a blow job each!” She looked embarrassed, saying, “but you know he has already screwed me, so he will want more…” he laughed saying “ OK then, if he does tell him to return after work and he can help me use you!” she blushed but he was insistent so the deal was done.
So this time when the little red van arrived she stood naked at the doorway awaiting the post, so she was amazed and flustered when it was not ‘h’ at all it was a tall lean, coloured man who was standing in for the regular man (‘H’)who had a cold and was self-isolating! Unabashed she decided in for a penny in for a pound, and she invited him in for coffee, don’t forget, she was naked and being a lusty young single chap, no way was he going to miss out, so after going to the van to lock it, in he did come.
In the kitchen he hesitated when he encountered Gerald brewing up, also naked as usual, but she put him at his ease explaining that,” this was her master and he wished to watch her mounted by another man!” He said his name was Joe, and that. “he was a little pushed for time today, so he couldn’t do justice to such a fine looking lady, but that he would be more than happy to oblige her this evening if that would help!” they had coffee his black hand casually straying to her nearest breast while he drank while he told them of the viral news locally, ‘H’ being the only one from this office that had even a hint of the symptoms. She in turn slipped her hand into his trousers under the table finding a penis of mega proportions and complimenting him on it. When he had finished his coffee, zipping himself up he stood and said, “he would come back as soon as he could finish, they said tea was at 6 and nodding to them he was gone, and they heard the little van scurrying away.
Gerald burst out laughing, saying that she would probably regret the black reaming out her channel, as they were reputed to be huge.” She said that “well he certainly is, I felt it and its going to be a trial!” which had him chuckling hard.
Together they had a light lunch, then spent the very wet and stormy afternoon dozing in front of the fire and the television. He called her to prepare tea, the rain still slashing at the windows, he was watching the news at six when he heard a small car pull into the drive. It was Joe, still in his uniform and bearing flowers, though where he had got them everywhere being locked down was anybody’s guess. He accepted a drink, though he said he must not have too many as he could not afford to be over the limit going home.
He shed his jacket but shed no more until tea was over, thanking her for the lovely meal, she said, “he could no doubt make it up to her if he wished as soon as he was ready!” he immediately began to strip off, down to his well filled y fronts, bearing a lithe 5ft 10inch frame muscular but trim she took his hand and led him to the living room sitting herself on the sofa, dragging him to her and kissing him passionately. Gerald followed them making up the fire with another log, and taking a seat in the armchair, in the firelight the action became hot, kisses wandering hands, caresses, till he raised his hips to allow her to remove his last garment. It revealed a tool of 9 or even 10 inches perhaps, as thick as a rolling pin, circumcised and as stiff as a ramrod. She gasped, “My god I can`t take that monster!” Joe looked at her crestfallen, but Gerald said, “You can and you will missy, he hasn’t come all this way for nothing has he, I will start you off and get you wet but if necessary I shall hold you while he has you, understand?”
She looked sad that she had even said anything and nervous that the thing would hurt her, but she bravely knelt on the hearth rug and awaited her first cock of the evening. Gerry got down behind her and was soon embedded in her body, Joe watching her reaction and her reaction. He had come to be bull, but here he was watching this charming woman take her masters tool as if it were his god given right! Ten minutes saw a load deposited in the willing body, who though now aroused had not climaxed, perhaps because of her fear of the monster tool her master had said she would now take.
Gerald withdrew, then told her, “On yer back my beauty, I want you to see him` coming!” dutifully she rolled over she could feel the heat of the fire on her left side, and the cool of the room on the right, she felt Gerald`s hands take her wrists above her head and then move to press her shoulders down, then Joes black hands on her ankles pushing her legs apart, she closed her eyes , her hands now gripping Gerald`s semi stiff and still slimy tool, caressing his balls with the free hand feeling him stiffen once again trying desperately not to think of that massive tool she was having to accommodate. The head slid into the waiting wet cavity,
He hesitated, her eyes opened, she looked at the black expectant face, waiting for something … she suddenly realised he was waiting for her! she knew it was inevitable, nothing could stop them now... so she nodded and immediately he reacted sliding his hips forward to impale her on his meaty spear. Her scream would have fetched neighbours if there had been any, her sex burned like never before she was suddenly overfull, stretched and that damned thing was rubbing its head against something far inside her belly. The initial pain was sudden and eased fairly quickly, he leaving it in where it had settled in that first strike. Never before had she felt her cunt so full; she had had many a man before, some 7 or even 8 inches, but this one wow, he was something else. She had instinctively squeezed Gerald`s genitals as the pain had swept through her body, and he in turn had thrown her hands from him, fearful of damage. She knew her lover would start his ride soon, partly in fear and partly in excited apprehension she nodded once again. The hips began to slowly ease away from her, hesitated then rammed home again, her lips quivered, again the shot stroke, a mix of pain and pleasure traveling to her brain, god he was good, another stroke slightly longer than its predecessor, oooh this was something else, by the fifth stroke her hands were round his neck, and she was imploring him to “take me, go on take me hard!” Gerald tool in hand watched her melt to this black machine, hammering at her now, hips pistoning into hers, big black balls hitting between her legs, his body on hers now, black lips on her hot lips, welded together, both on automatic pilot now, working on instinct not manual control, his hips rhythmically humping his big tool into her, it was poetry in motion…
Gerald came, his jizz on the carpet, it was too much, the sight of this goddess in the throes of her first huge orgasm was too much, her hips were up off the floor now, her nails digging into his back, her legs round him pulling him into her, grunting with every thrust likesome rutting a****l… his skin glistening in the firelights glow, it was all too much, but instantly Gerald knew it would happen again, this postman could reach areas he could never hope to reach, raise her to heights neither he nor Ernest were ever going to manage. She was screaming again, not now in pain but in extasy, suddenly he filled her, the jig over, balls emptying into her a tense moment while she orgasmed once more, the room went silent, her body slowly slumping to the carpet, arms and legs dropping to the floor as he slowly withdrew, the wet tool flopping out of her like an empty hose he kneeling between her legs.
She lay comatose, regaining her breath and her reason, as by now, he sat in the armchair, smiling, every bit the winner in the bout, she lay at his feet in all respects a limp combatant on this arm battlefield. It took ten minutes for her to arouse herself, her one immediate comment being. “WOW, AWSOME!” which Joe took as a great compliment.
Gerald made tea; it was a restorative ice breaker. Joe however just dressed in a rather indifferent way, thanked them, and said he must go as he needed to sleep, and he was on earlies next day. She asked, “when he could come again?” But to her sadness he said, “Oh I never make it a regular thing! I get loads of requests by curious wives and if you go and poke them twice it causes problems” adding she had been a good lay, but he had found that women became fixated and he didn’t want that, she had been great, and second time around he said was never as good. He kissed her goodbye and they soon heard the front door close, then little car splash its way from the drive. It was over, Together, they made their way to bed, it was another day tomorrow.
The break, the swap, the lockdown, whatever you wish to call it, continued for in all 12 weeks until restrictions eased, it was not over but movement became legal. Sex when she had got over the black postman, and returned to a reasonably useable size, was ongoing. Memories of Joe spurred them on though they both knew it had changed things a little and at the first opportunity she wanted another large model, be it black, white, red, or yellow! Joe by the way she never saw again, perhaps he was shy…
She didn’t see ‘H’ again either and the new postie was a big woman, not heroines style at all!
Instead over the next weeks they screwed in every room, and outside too; in the sheep field against the tree in the meadow, on the lawn, and even bent over the front wall!
Working from home was so successful it was declared the norm by the company from the eighth week, no doubt spurred on by the company stopping the travel allowance and saving a fortune!
They tried every sexual idea their fertile minds could come up with, until finally the movement restrictions were eased. It was over at least for them but they knew in their heart of hearts they must leave one another soon, though it was going to be hard, in their own strange way they had fallen into loving one another, but was it sexual infatuation or was it reality, only time would tell!
Gerald was amazed, his own wife had asked him time and again to be hung and whipped, and not wishing to hurt her he had staunchly refused, saying he was not man enough. She had regularly hung him, hoping to get him mad enough to use her as she wanted, but it had just excited him, now here he was with this one, and she wanting to be hung as well, but she had only wanted humiliation, urolagnia and so on and he felt he could cope with that as it was not the physical beating as Mary had wanted, though this one had begged him to take her prisoner, and that it must be brutal throughout. He was to use her, interrogate her, urinate on as well as into her and generally humiliate her for two whole days, 48 hours it had said. He lay abed wondering if he had enough of a mindful of ideas of how to humiliate her for 48 long hours, though this first game would last what, 8 hours or so and tomorrow night might do the same so perhaps there was hope…and with that lovely thought he dozed off!
For her she knew the night would be a long one, she had been here only an hour or so, her arms already ached, and her legs… well they would love to sit, and she knew things could only get worse.
The moon was full outside, silver on the trees, an owl hooted, oblivious of the virus, its silent wings as it passed would soon allow it to swoop on some unsuspecting rodent in the field with the sheep. Her mind wandered, time hung heavy, she was tired, could a body sleep standing up she wondered, she was to find our before the sun came up.
A door crashed open startling her, he was off to the toilet , she heard him pee noisily, then the door opened, “you ok,” he asked, she replied her arms and legs ached, he chuckled and said ,”they will by morning… night” and the door closed.
Alone again she watch the sheep for a while dozing fitfully, trying to get her head in a comfortable position, and failing. The owl called to another just in hearing distance, the reply distant and muffled, nature at least was happy, she dozed.
Again he got up to check on her and urinate, disturbing what sleep she was managing, this time he told her the time, 4.30am it made it worse, her left leg by now cramping, she tried moving, the spasm and again she dozed, her hands began to give the effect of pins and needles, she had slumped to hang on the ropes and they had restricted the blood flow she stood on tip toe and shook her arms to ease the bindings, then her calves ached, she prayed for dawn and the sun that she knew would wake him, it was his normal way.
She heard the hiss of soft rain, without the sun he would, she knew, lay in, her spirits fell. but had forgotten his bladder. The door opened he urinated then came to her silently cut the rope, letting her stand, and checking the small still dry bucket, he grinned, “you desperate?” she nodded he led her to the bathroom had her stand in the bath and relieve herself, she was happy to do so even if he did watch her closely not ever having watched Mary or any other woman do such an intimate act.
“Later we shall explore that game” he quietly said, “but till then step out and we shall have breakfast” he helped her out and together they went to the pretty kitchen and cooked up a fine breakfast, which they ate together.
Breakfast over, he explained that when the postman, who he had christened ‘H’ called, not only would she invite him in “she would explain my presence as master and give him and I a blow job each!” She looked embarrassed, saying, “but you know he has already screwed me, so he will want more…” he laughed saying “ OK then, if he does tell him to return after work and he can help me use you!” she blushed but he was insistent so the deal was done.
So this time when the little red van arrived she stood naked at the doorway awaiting the post, so she was amazed and flustered when it was not ‘h’ at all it was a tall lean, coloured man who was standing in for the regular man (‘H’)who had a cold and was self-isolating! Unabashed she decided in for a penny in for a pound, and she invited him in for coffee, don’t forget, she was naked and being a lusty young single chap, no way was he going to miss out, so after going to the van to lock it, in he did come.
In the kitchen he hesitated when he encountered Gerald brewing up, also naked as usual, but she put him at his ease explaining that,” this was her master and he wished to watch her mounted by another man!” He said his name was Joe, and that. “he was a little pushed for time today, so he couldn’t do justice to such a fine looking lady, but that he would be more than happy to oblige her this evening if that would help!” they had coffee his black hand casually straying to her nearest breast while he drank while he told them of the viral news locally, ‘H’ being the only one from this office that had even a hint of the symptoms. She in turn slipped her hand into his trousers under the table finding a penis of mega proportions and complimenting him on it. When he had finished his coffee, zipping himself up he stood and said, “he would come back as soon as he could finish, they said tea was at 6 and nodding to them he was gone, and they heard the little van scurrying away.
Gerald burst out laughing, saying that she would probably regret the black reaming out her channel, as they were reputed to be huge.” She said that “well he certainly is, I felt it and its going to be a trial!” which had him chuckling hard.
Together they had a light lunch, then spent the very wet and stormy afternoon dozing in front of the fire and the television. He called her to prepare tea, the rain still slashing at the windows, he was watching the news at six when he heard a small car pull into the drive. It was Joe, still in his uniform and bearing flowers, though where he had got them everywhere being locked down was anybody’s guess. He accepted a drink, though he said he must not have too many as he could not afford to be over the limit going home.
He shed his jacket but shed no more until tea was over, thanking her for the lovely meal, she said, “he could no doubt make it up to her if he wished as soon as he was ready!” he immediately began to strip off, down to his well filled y fronts, bearing a lithe 5ft 10inch frame muscular but trim she took his hand and led him to the living room sitting herself on the sofa, dragging him to her and kissing him passionately. Gerald followed them making up the fire with another log, and taking a seat in the armchair, in the firelight the action became hot, kisses wandering hands, caresses, till he raised his hips to allow her to remove his last garment. It revealed a tool of 9 or even 10 inches perhaps, as thick as a rolling pin, circumcised and as stiff as a ramrod. She gasped, “My god I can`t take that monster!” Joe looked at her crestfallen, but Gerald said, “You can and you will missy, he hasn’t come all this way for nothing has he, I will start you off and get you wet but if necessary I shall hold you while he has you, understand?”
She looked sad that she had even said anything and nervous that the thing would hurt her, but she bravely knelt on the hearth rug and awaited her first cock of the evening. Gerry got down behind her and was soon embedded in her body, Joe watching her reaction and her reaction. He had come to be bull, but here he was watching this charming woman take her masters tool as if it were his god given right! Ten minutes saw a load deposited in the willing body, who though now aroused had not climaxed, perhaps because of her fear of the monster tool her master had said she would now take.
Gerald withdrew, then told her, “On yer back my beauty, I want you to see him` coming!” dutifully she rolled over she could feel the heat of the fire on her left side, and the cool of the room on the right, she felt Gerald`s hands take her wrists above her head and then move to press her shoulders down, then Joes black hands on her ankles pushing her legs apart, she closed her eyes , her hands now gripping Gerald`s semi stiff and still slimy tool, caressing his balls with the free hand feeling him stiffen once again trying desperately not to think of that massive tool she was having to accommodate. The head slid into the waiting wet cavity,
He hesitated, her eyes opened, she looked at the black expectant face, waiting for something … she suddenly realised he was waiting for her! she knew it was inevitable, nothing could stop them now... so she nodded and immediately he reacted sliding his hips forward to impale her on his meaty spear. Her scream would have fetched neighbours if there had been any, her sex burned like never before she was suddenly overfull, stretched and that damned thing was rubbing its head against something far inside her belly. The initial pain was sudden and eased fairly quickly, he leaving it in where it had settled in that first strike. Never before had she felt her cunt so full; she had had many a man before, some 7 or even 8 inches, but this one wow, he was something else. She had instinctively squeezed Gerald`s genitals as the pain had swept through her body, and he in turn had thrown her hands from him, fearful of damage. She knew her lover would start his ride soon, partly in fear and partly in excited apprehension she nodded once again. The hips began to slowly ease away from her, hesitated then rammed home again, her lips quivered, again the shot stroke, a mix of pain and pleasure traveling to her brain, god he was good, another stroke slightly longer than its predecessor, oooh this was something else, by the fifth stroke her hands were round his neck, and she was imploring him to “take me, go on take me hard!” Gerald tool in hand watched her melt to this black machine, hammering at her now, hips pistoning into hers, big black balls hitting between her legs, his body on hers now, black lips on her hot lips, welded together, both on automatic pilot now, working on instinct not manual control, his hips rhythmically humping his big tool into her, it was poetry in motion…
Gerald came, his jizz on the carpet, it was too much, the sight of this goddess in the throes of her first huge orgasm was too much, her hips were up off the floor now, her nails digging into his back, her legs round him pulling him into her, grunting with every thrust likesome rutting a****l… his skin glistening in the firelights glow, it was all too much, but instantly Gerald knew it would happen again, this postman could reach areas he could never hope to reach, raise her to heights neither he nor Ernest were ever going to manage. She was screaming again, not now in pain but in extasy, suddenly he filled her, the jig over, balls emptying into her a tense moment while she orgasmed once more, the room went silent, her body slowly slumping to the carpet, arms and legs dropping to the floor as he slowly withdrew, the wet tool flopping out of her like an empty hose he kneeling between her legs.
She lay comatose, regaining her breath and her reason, as by now, he sat in the armchair, smiling, every bit the winner in the bout, she lay at his feet in all respects a limp combatant on this arm battlefield. It took ten minutes for her to arouse herself, her one immediate comment being. “WOW, AWSOME!” which Joe took as a great compliment.
Gerald made tea; it was a restorative ice breaker. Joe however just dressed in a rather indifferent way, thanked them, and said he must go as he needed to sleep, and he was on earlies next day. She asked, “when he could come again?” But to her sadness he said, “Oh I never make it a regular thing! I get loads of requests by curious wives and if you go and poke them twice it causes problems” adding she had been a good lay, but he had found that women became fixated and he didn’t want that, she had been great, and second time around he said was never as good. He kissed her goodbye and they soon heard the front door close, then little car splash its way from the drive. It was over, Together, they made their way to bed, it was another day tomorrow.
The break, the swap, the lockdown, whatever you wish to call it, continued for in all 12 weeks until restrictions eased, it was not over but movement became legal. Sex when she had got over the black postman, and returned to a reasonably useable size, was ongoing. Memories of Joe spurred them on though they both knew it had changed things a little and at the first opportunity she wanted another large model, be it black, white, red, or yellow! Joe by the way she never saw again, perhaps he was shy…
She didn’t see ‘H’ again either and the new postie was a big woman, not heroines style at all!
Instead over the next weeks they screwed in every room, and outside too; in the sheep field against the tree in the meadow, on the lawn, and even bent over the front wall!
Working from home was so successful it was declared the norm by the company from the eighth week, no doubt spurred on by the company stopping the travel allowance and saving a fortune!
They tried every sexual idea their fertile minds could come up with, until finally the movement restrictions were eased. It was over at least for them but they knew in their heart of hearts they must leave one another soon, though it was going to be hard, in their own strange way they had fallen into loving one another, but was it sexual infatuation or was it reality, only time would tell!
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