This story stands alone, but it follows on from 'Lisa's New Boss' and you may get more from it if you read that first.
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Gordon is a good husband. I have always been happy with our sex life, but I wouldn't really say that it was exciting. We don't do anything very adventurous. Tonight everything was different.
As soon as I walked in the door, Gordon was there and said
"what did he do?"
The first thing that I thought of was that Karl hadn't given my knickers back. Gordon put his hand on my cunt and whistled in surprise at how hot and wet it was.
"He caned it."
I said, casting my eyes down. To my surprise tears started to drop from my eyes and I began to worry that Gordon would reject me. Instead he dragged me to the bedroom and told me to get my clothes off. He told me to tell him every detail of what Karl had done. While I was doing it Gordon felt the welts on my ass and fingered my dripping pussy. As soon as I had finished telling him all he wanted to know he told me to get on my knees and fucked my mouth with real passion. Within a few minutes he was groaning and my mouth was filled for the second time with hot, sticky cum. There was so much, and it came so fast, that it trickled from the sides of my mouth.
Gordon withdrew his prick and told me to scoop his juice back in then show him my mouthful. After gazing at it for quite a long time he told me to swallow. We had a lovely night together. The next day Gordon bought a cane and a pair of wrist cuffs.
My husband was fully in favour of removing my pubic hair as Karl demanded. I shaved my self very carefully. When Gordon examined it he was really pleased , but then he licked my twat and said that it was a bit prickly. I have had a bikini wax before so I made an appointment to go in after work on Thursday and have a complete waxing. I didn't dare to offer Karl anything other than absolute smoothness.
During the week I made two or three mistakes at work. All I got from Karl was a kind of scowl and I imagined him clocking up a list of offences in his head that he would correct later. On Friday I went to work in the short, pleated skirt instead of my usual trousers. After hesitating a few times and worrying about it I finally set off with no knickers on. I put a thong in my handbag, just in case.
All day I had problems whenever I had to reach for anything in case I was showing a bare ass. It was almost a relief when it was time to clock off although I was anxious about what happened next. I looked out for Karl as I made my way slowly to the door. Suddenly he was at my side. Instead of taking me with him he just said
"My flat 9pm." And he left.
On my way home on the bus my head was buzzing. What was he going to do to me? Why did he want me later? There were no answers to these things.
Gordon got home shortly after me and was surprised to see me there.
"Doesn't he want you any more?"
I explained what had happened. He told me to get a meal together. After we had a talk while we were eating I had a shower and dressed. We agreed that I would wear stockings and suspenders with a very short, tight black skirt and a white blouse. No bra or knickers. Red high heeled shoes. It was only a short way, but Gordon drove me round to the flat and dropped me off.
My knees were trembling when I rang the doorbell. Karl opened the door.
"Go to the bedroom. You know the rules."
I quickly took off my clothes and opened the bedroom door. When I saw the two naked men with hoods on their heads I screamed with shock.
"Shut up. Kneel and welcome your hosts properly."
As I dropped to my knees, Karl grabbed my hair and pushed my face into a strange crotch. Stiff, greying pubic hairs tickled my face before the soft prick starting to stir brought my attention back to what I was obviously expected to do. I opened my mouth, slipped it in and felt it grow quickly in response to my sucking and licking.
The prick quickly became very hard and filled my mouth, then Karl dragged my head away and pushed my face into the next groin. When I had brought that prick to a stiff erection he pulled me away again and plugged his own semi hard prick into my slobbering mouth. As he was pumping into my throat Karl said that I had just met some of the senior management of the new company and I was going to be introduced to others in the future.
He told me that I had a special task to carry out for the next half hour. I would be marked on my performance in the most appropriate way. That is, marked on my body with his cane for any failure to provide the highest quality work.
Taking his prick out of my mouth I had the first opportunity to get a proper look above waist level at the men. They were both older men. One had a large paunch, a beer belly perhaps, and the other was very skinny. I couldn't tell much else about them except the skinny guy had very distinctive blue eyes shining out from round holes in his hood. Those hoods gave an even more menacing atmosphere than would have inevitably been present from being offered for use by strangers.
Karl produced a kitchen timer and set it at five minutes.
"Please prepare to be serviced gentlemen."
They both knelt with their backs to me and with their elbows on the carpet.
Karl took my hair again and pushed my face into the fatter man's ass.
"OK. Start licking. Get your tongue right up his asshole and work it around. You are going to give him five minutes, then do the same for your other host and me. After that you will do a second round of five minutes for each of us.
I was gasping for breath. It was the shock and having my nose and mouth pressed into a fleshy, hairy ass. Gordon had never asked me to do anything like this. I was scared - and thrilled. Trying to get my breath I put out my tongue and touched the brown, wrinkled sphincter.
"Get it right in and lick. Do it now. You will get an extra stroke for every second you waste. The tingle of fear that shot through me jerked my tongue to a point and I pushed forward. He moaned and wriggled. Without even thinking I cradled his balls in my hand and then stroked his dick while I started to work my tongue in and around his hole.
It was a great relief when the timer rang. The man was really moaning and pulling my face right into his ass. My tongue and jaw were really aching. Karl never gave me any break. He re-set the timer and told me to get my tongue straight into the next guy. This one wasn't hairy at all. It is amazing how different one asshole can be from another. His wasn't so tight. When I pointed my tongue and pushed, it went right inside him. I was kind of fucking him with my tongue. This made my aching mouth feel even worse and I had to slow to gentler licking. The man put his hand behind him and pulled my head in because he wanted more stimulation. Karl called out
"Two extra cane strokes. Do it properly"
I couldn't say how badly my jaw was feeling, all I could do was try to respond.
Finally the timer rang again. I turned my face away and struggled to breathe while I moved my jaw to ease it. Karl was on his knees and lost no time starting the timer and barking at me to get my tongue in. By the time I had finished on him my face felt as though it was frozen in cramp. I have never had such a feeling. My tongue was numb and had a strange bitter taste.
Karl passed me a glass of water which I drank greedily. If I had any hope of rest I was disappointed.
"Suck him." Said Karl pointing to beer belly. He walked the short distance to me and put his soft dick in my mouth. It was some relief to have the different movement. I had him hard very soon. Obviously I was made to do the same for skinny and Karl, but then there was no break before the second round of ass licking. This must have been the longest fifteen minutes of my life. Twice Karl said I wasn't doing the job properly and added two cane strokes on each time.
When the timer rang for the last time I sank down on my knees, massaging my jaw as best I could with my hands. I was worrying about the caning that I was going to get, but that wasn't going to happen yet. Karl said "suck him" once again and I had no chance to think or move before beer belly grabbed my head and pulled me onto him. He was hard quite quickly, but it didn't end there this time. He was fucking my face quite hard. Before long he was hitting into my throat and then he was mumbling.
"I'm cumming -- cumming - ooh" and he shot his load into my mouth. Karl told me to show it to them all and then I was made to swallow the cum. Skinny was already as stiff as a tent pole. He eagerly thrust into my sticky mouth. His prick was longer. I gagged several times as he fucked my throat. He was holding his hand to the front of my neck so he could feel his prick go in and out of my throat. He didn't cum as quickly as the first man. Slowly I got used to the action and realised that my face was not as cramped any more. When he did shoot his load I knew that I had to keep it in my mouth to show them before swallowing it and moving on to service Karl.
A couple of weeks ago I could never have imagined this. I had just been used for sex by complete strangers, doing things that I would have said were disgusting. Now I was being face fucked by a man who had beaten me and was going to do it even more. Instead of being outraged, I knew that my pussy was sopping wet and I really wanted to please Karl. His prick was familiar in my mouth and I worked my aching jaw for all I was worth to try to give him the best experience I could. When he shot his load I had the biggest mouthful of the evening. I showed it round proudly to the other men while I waited for the order to swallow.
