Adventures of A Submissive Wife (Suzi's Journey Book 2) (4 page)

I pushed forward, slowly and surely
breaking through the tight band of muscle. She was naturally tight back there
but felt doubly so in this position. She was making an almighty noise inside my
wife’s pussy and I could see the whole situation was making Suzi very hot. I
bottomed out and took a firm hold of her thighs as I began to hump into her
buttery arse.

“Oooooh!” Suzi began to cum, rocking and
sliding all over her bottom’s mouth. She shuddered once or twice and then
collapsed to the side of Alana, freeing the other woman’s face. Our slave was
still making a lot of noise but it was clearly pleasure, not indignation or
pain. I began to slap her arse in time with my violent thrusts and Suzi
rejoined the party by sucking her tits.

I could see the familiar signs of orgasm
again. “Do you want to cum, fuckface?” I asked her.

“Yes please master,” she answered
obediently.

I paused for a few seconds before
answering. “Well you can’t,” I said. “Did you hear? Don’t cum!”

“Yes Master,” she replied, clearly
already in discomfort.

I gave her another another half a minute
before speaking to her again. “DO NOT CUM SLUT!”

The poor girl was now beside herself,
writhing and moaning on the edge of orgasm but not daring to defy me. I felt
the cum start to boil in my balls, grabbed her face in my hand and as my
ejaculation started, yelled at her, “Cum now cunt!”

As I pumped a particularly large amount
of spunk into her colon, her arsehole clamped down hard on me and her whole
body went into spasm. “Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!” Alana was experiencing her
first anal orgasm.

I withdrew with some difficulty. Alana’s
arse held on to me so tightly, it was almost as though it didn’t want to let me
go. Untying her, I encouraged her on to her knees and offered my cock for her
to clean. To my pleasant surprise, she gobbled it up without question. This was
a good sign, Although there was no sign of dirt I knew it could have smelt or
tasted particularly sweet. I patted her on the head and gave her some
encouragement before letting Suzi clean her up, feed her and then put her in
her cage for the night. She was progressing well, I thought. The next stage
would be seeing how many men and women I could put through her in one session.

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I
was always looking for new ways to push my lovely submissive wife’s boundaries
and reading a local newspaper article gave me another idea. Something I used to
get up to in my early twenties; dogging. A quick bit of research on the
internet told me which sites were active and I was good to go.

I
collared my wife as she walked out the kitchen. “We’re going out tonight
darling,” he said.

“Oh
good,” she replied, “it’s been nearly two weeks since we’ve been anyway. Am I
allowed to ask where we’re going?”

“Not
yet, I’ll tell you when we get there. Wear a miniskirt and a light blouse. Nice
and sexy! No underwear!”

That
told Suzi what she needed to know. Her husband was going to offer her to
someone else for sex again. Her pussy tingled as she quietly got on with the
housework.

We went
out pretty late, it was past nine o’clock and we had already eaten. That alone
got Suzi intrigued. I checked her out. Her naturally voluptuous figure was
shown off well in the little rah-rah skirt and semi-transparent button up
blouse she had chosen. Her toned legs were showcased by the high heels she wore
and the whole package was just, well, fuckable! I pulled her in for a snog and
checked she was naked under the skirt. “We’re a little moist aren’t we?” I
chuckled.

“You
know I always get wet before your little surprises,” Suzi crooned. “Are you
going to tell me what we’re doing tonight?”

“Nope!
I’ll tell you when we’re there!”

They
drove for about forty minutes, eventually turning into a North London park.
Suzi still didn’t get it as they parked in a dark corner of the car park. I
turned around in my seat. “Do you know what dogging is?”

“Well,
sort of,” Suzi began and then paused. “Er, not really!”

I
chuckled. “You’re about to find out.” Flicking the interior light on, I leaned
across and took my wife’s full lips in my own. Suzi lay back and let her
husband ravish her, her mind racing about what was going to happen next. She
felt my hand squeeze the soft flesh of her inner thigh, easing her legs apart.
My hand then moved to her chest and slowly undid the buttons of her blouse,
moving the material to expose her full bosom to the world.

As I
sucked on her long nipple and began to slowly finger fuck her, Suzi suddenly
jumped. There were people outside the window. She strained to make them out in
the gloom and realised there were at least two men. They had their cocks out
and were pointing them at her, slowly wanking. I saw them too and lowered her
window. Immediately, a pair of hands reached through and she found her tits
being squeezed by a man she couldn’t even see as I continued to frig her pussy.
This went on for a few minutes, my finger continuing to squelch in and out of
her as the disembodied hands squeezed, pinched and pulled her tender breasts.
Suddenly I stopped and reached across my wife to open the door. The hands
disappeared from the window, opened the door fully and reached in to pull the
confused wife to her feet. Blinking to try to get some night vision, she was
dragged away from the car by the hand. A little afraid now, she looked back to
see with some relief that I was following; a big smile hardly concealed on my
face.

As
her vision cleared, Suzi saw that the two men with her were lean, rugged and
very young. They must both have been under twenty one. She was led to a park
bench and hustled on to her knees on the seat. One of the lads walked around
the bench and encouraged her to bend over the seat back, while she felt the
other’s hands all over her naked rear, spreading her legs and exploring her
pussy.

I
sauntered over. There were two young women standing off to the side,
girlfriends of the two about to fuck his wife he presumed.
Quid pro quo,
he thought and eyed them up.  They were both a little shorter than Suzi and
very different in appearance. One was quite shapely, with jet black hair,
dressed in leather skirt and jacket. She was almost Goth-like but very
attractive. The other was skinny, with her hair in a ponytail and small
spectacles on her nose.
Like a library assistant.
I moved in and stood
behind the Goth in an unthreatening way. “Which one’s yours?” I asked casually.

“The
one that’s about to hump your missus,” she said in a surprisingly cultured
voice.

“That’s
fine by me,” I replied, resting my hand lightly on her leather-clad hip. “Are
you just here to watch?”

“That
depends.”

The
stillness of the night was suddenly torn to pieces as Suzi let out a wail.
“Ooooh, yes!” Goth’s boyfriend was clearly inside my wife. I smiled inwardly.
This sort of noise was a homing beacon at one of Britain’s top dogging sites.
As the young man gripped Suzi’s thighs and started to hump into her, I let my
hands wander over Goth-girl’s body, one slipping inside her jacket to fondle
her tits and the other up her skirt.

“Oh!
Oh! Oh!” Suzi was now lost in her little fuck world. As the boy behind her
slapped against  her thighs, Damion saw the one up front take his hands off her
tits to grab her head in one hand and feed his cock into her mouth with the
other. Before long she was being effectively spit roasted.

My
movements became a little more urgent and as I nibbled her neck, he could feel
Goth-girl responding. Urging her slowly forward, she soon found the front of
her thighs bumping against the same bench her boyfriend was fucking Suzi on.
She got the message and climbed up alongside the older woman. I wasted no time
in rolling her skirt up, pushing the little g string to one side and entering
her. “Fuck,” I thought. “She is really tight!”

The
night air was now full of Suzi’s wails and high pitched little squeaks from
Goth-girl as I humped her. I pulled almost all of the way out each time and her
tight little quim clung on and seemed to follow me. Then, gripping her hips
tightly, I forced my fat cock through the rippling tissue of her vagina to be
rewarded with another
eeek!
as I bottomed out. Looking around me I
realised there were suddenly a lot more people around.

As
my momentum increased, Goth girl turned her head and suddenly spoke. “You are
wearing a condom aren’t you?” My response was simply to increase my pace,
slapping her round arse as I pummelled her. Her head was then wrenched forward
and I saw a large black man in front of me, face fucking the young woman. That
effectively stopped any more stupid questions.

The
tight, warm fanny wrapped around his cock was too much for me. Several more
hard thrusts were enough and my cock spat wads of spunk inside the youngster.
As I withdrew, I saw a fat older man eagerly waiting his turn. “Fill your
boots,” I offered generously and the man replaced me immediately. I was unsure
about how Goth girl felt about that or indeed if she realised she’d been
impregnated. The big black cock in her mouth was keeping her preoccupied. As I
moved over to the side, I glanced at my wife and saw the two youngsters had
also been replaced by older men who were vigorously filling her pussy and
mouth.

As I
looked around, I saw the place was now crowded, there must have been twenty
people crowded around his wife on the park bench. There were lots of young
single men but also couples, including other well groomed middle aged people
and a butch lesbian pair. I kept looking until I found who I was after. I could
just about make her out at the treeline, the ambient light glinting off her
glasses. I walked across to join her. She looked up as I approached, like a
scared rabbit trying to decide whether to run, so I quickly spoke to put her at
ease. “A little nervous, eh?”

“Please
leave me alone,” she replied. “I only came to keep Michelle company.”

I
figured Michelle must be Goth-girl, who I’d been balls deep inside only a few
minutes ago. “Well,” I replied. “If you stand on your own, some young stud will
be in your knickers before you can blink.”

She
turned her head from side to side and saw the scene of debauchery playing out
all around her. As well as the action on the bench, there were people coupling
all over the place and groups of hungry looking young males watching the
action. It was like a Roman orgy. “Please don’t let them,” she stuttered. “I’m
still a virgin.”

I
grabbed her arm and pulled her into me, wrapping his arms around her from
behind like he had with her Goth friend. “Don’t worry,” I said, “I’ll look
after you. What’s your name?”

“Maisie,”
she whispered.

Maisie?
Who the fuck is called Maisie these days?
I turned her towards
the bench where her friend was still being ploughed from behind and his wife
was jigging up and down on another man’s cock while a teenager squatted behind
her on the bench and tried to get his small cock in her moving arse while another
was trying to fill her mouth. “Look at Michelle, Maisie,” I whispered in her
ear. “Isn’t that a fucking horny sight?”

Right
on cue, Michelle lifted her head and wailed like a baby. “He’s hurting her,”
said Maisie quickly.

“No
he’s not, Maisie darling,” I replied, lightly running his fingers down the side
of her small breast. “He’s making her feel like nothing else in the world
exists apart from her pussy. Wouldn’t you like to know how that feels?” There
was no reply from the young woman as my hands moved inwards and began to caress
her tits through the material of her tee shirt. I noted there was no bra
underneath but then she didn’t need one. The hard points of her nipples were
burning points in my palms. “How old are you sweetheart,” he asked softly.

“Nineteen,”
she stammered nervously.

“Nineteen
is a good age to become a complete woman, Maisie. Wouldn’t you like to
experience what Michelle and Suzi are?”

Michelle
was now howling like a dog while Suzi was making inelegant little grunting
sounds as the two men jabbed in and out of her cunt and arse and the third
wanked his cock into her mouth.

“Maybe,”
replied Maisie,” but not here!”

By
this time, I had my hands inside her tee shirt and was pulling on her nipples
to feel her arousal rising as she ground her jean clad behind back against his
hard cock. “Well what are we going to do then, Maisie?” I asked innocently. “If
I don’t have you, one of these other hungry men will. You’re too appetising to
leave alone.”

“I
could give you a blow job,” she said coyly.

“Perfect,”
I said, turning her around and pushing her to her knees. My cock was still out
and I wasted no time in pushing it into her little mouth, wondering if she
could taste her friend’s dry pussy juices that were still liberally coating it.
She gagged a little at the unfamiliar size and I backed off to let her dictate
the pace until comfortable. Maisie had clearly sucked cock before. She wrapped
her little hand around the shaft and started to vigorously pump it up and down,
sucking on the end of my big purple helmet.

Maisie
may have been a virgin but her hot little mouth was doing some incredible
things to me. She instinctively had just the right amount of pressure applied
with her fragile hand and her mouth seemed to be able to apply more suction
than a Dyson vacuum cleaner. Whereas normally I would take charge of the blow
job and face fuck the girl, on this occasion, I was content to just let her get
on with it. I looked around at the sexual carnage going on around him; noting
to his great pleasure that my wife was now thoroughly airtight with three firm
cocks plugging every orifice. I stroked Maisie’s hair and then reached down to
squeeze her titties again as he felt his balls tighten again.

I
nearly warned her and then decided against it as my cock twitched and fired a
wad of semen straight down her throat. Maisie coughed and spluttered before
pushing away, with the result that the second and third ejaculations went right
across her face. Her spectacles took the brunt of it and on looking down, I saw
the incredibly horny sight of this very young woman with his jism dripping off
her spectacles and on to her tits.

Looking
around for something to do with her now he had finished, I saw the butch
lesbian couple standing in the wings, watching their performance avidly. “Hey,”
I called. “Fancy looking after my little virgin friend here and keeping her
honour intact.”

“Love
to,” the butcher one of the two called back. “Virgins’ honour is our
speciality!” I pulled Maisie to her feet and pushed her in the direction of the
two women. One of them took the girl’s glasses off her face and salaciously
licked the spunk off them before putting them away in the pocket of her leather
jacket. The other one grabbed hold of the girl and started a similar clean up
job of her face.

I
moved back across to the park bench where my wife was still being humped by
three men. Michelle was now on the ground, being buggered by a very fat man and
judging by the amount of noise she was making, he guessed it was her first
time. As I approached Suzi the men humping her appeared to finish and moved
away. She looked pretty well used, with spunk dripping down her leg. I reached
out a hand and pulled her to her feet. “You look like you need a break,” I
said, “let’s watch for a while.” Steering her back over to where he had just
come from, the couple watched what was happening to Maisie.