Chapter 10: Monday to Wednesday leading to the Gala Opening
Dear readers: If you totally confused this story please read the Piercing for NND stories leading to this tale.
They might help you follow what is going on.
ENJOY!
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THE OFFICE
After Miss Frump left nobody said a word. Lawyer was standing open mouthed, and I suspect that I was also looking like an idiot.
Lawyer wife had her hand to her mouth. She was stifling a laugh.
She broke down, and giggled: "That has made me so horny. Please can you both fuck me"?
She jumped up, walked to a beautiful leather armchair, with a back at an ideal height. She bent her wonderful, girl like, body over, almost exposing her bum. We knew to be bare beneath the thigh length hem of her dress.
She was in complete control, turning to her husband to say:
"I want you up my arse again, while I instruct "him" to do other nasty things!"
She reached behind, yanked her dress above her waist, and grabbed an arse cheek in either hand. She stretched each apart, exposing her, recently fucked, but tight closed rosebud.
She said: "What are you waiting for? Do not spare me".
Lawyer's answer was to run forwards unzipping his flies, to fish out his cock. It was growing enormous. The tip was dribbling a string of pre-cum to the back of his hand, and back to his zip.
It was an extraordinary sight. He aligned himself with his wife's hole, dropped a stream of spit onto his cock, and continued forwards. It was to be his only lubrication, together with the small string of pre-cum that stretched from his flies to the tip of his cock.
He grabbed her waist, and went straight in. She let out a muffled scream. Her left hand flew around her slight frame, and she bit hard into her lower arm.
He continued to plunge forwards. He raped his wife's small hole with no mercy. He only stopped when his balls were squashed against her cunt. I guess it must have hurt him; she was very small. She reared upwards. They were almost standing upright, pressed very tight together, connected by his cock. Both her hands flew to her breasts.
She screamed: "Oooooooooh! Oooooooooooh that hurt! That hurt! You are splitting me open!"
"But please show me no mercy!"
He stood stock still, except that his hands also went around to grab her breasts. Her wire bound teats pressed through between his fingers. Her own hands slipped out from beneath, to covered his. She mashed all hard to her body.
They were still.
Suddenly, simultaneously, her fingers went to the tips of each nipple, and he began to work his cock in and out. She pulled both the diamond studs out together to about half an inch, just as she had done for Miss Frump.
Then she plunged them deep into each bulging end, forcing her bound nipples to flatten against the tightly wound gold wire. Her husband held each breast tight in his fist as she did this, squeezing her nipples out from the jewelled dress.
He began to show no mercy, plunging in, and out, of her dry hole. Their only relief came when he dropped another huge glob of spit accurately onto the centre of his cock as it was rammed home the third time. If she was in agony, from the reaming that she was being given, it did not show. As he pulled out, she reared up with a glazed look on her face.
Each time she reared up she pulled the pins far out from the ends of her teats. Each time he pressed home, she pressed them hard back into the tips, as she bent forward to brace herself against his onslaught. At the same moment his fingers were gripping her harder. Two pressed either side of the coiled gold, then pulled her nipples far out from her body. They stretched, and milking, her breasts into long cones.
It was a doubly erotic dance, and I was becoming frantic to join in.
I was also worried what constant plunging of the piercing needles would do to her nipples, but she was obviously in a trance. She did not care.
Suddenly, as she leant forward a sixth, or seventh time, she formed her mouth into a completely round "O". I took this to be an invitation.
Her face was about level with where my cock might be if I knelt on the cushion of the chair. She tilted it far back so that her throat was in line with the "O" of her mouth.
I had already unzipped my flies, and hauled my raging cock into view. I was stroking it.
I walked forwards aiming the head with both hands. My knees slipped onto the leather, and continued towards her open mouth.
I thought: "If he can go straight in, then so can I".
I do not think I had ever been harder. I stuck straight out of my trousers like a ramrod.
I hit the back of her mouth. I felt the tip constrict on her tightness, where the smallness of her throat begun, but I continued to press forwards.
She started to gag. Then I remembered that she had said: "Show me no mercy".
I thought: "Well, the gagging bile will lubricate her throat". I pressed on. I locked her head between my hands, and forced myself deeper into her body.
It was just as it had been when I had filled Chestnut's arse with sperm, and Lawyer filled her stomach with his cum. We synchronised our movements, so Lawyer plunged into her arse as I forced my cock down her gullet.
I showed a little mercy, withdrawing far enough for her to grab a breath, but that was all. I held either side of her head still against my onslaught.
She became the raped filling in the sandwich between our two cocks. Both appeared to be determined to meet somewhere deep inside her.
I pictured two heads meeting, and the tips kissing, like tunnel diggers. It made me harder still.
Do not forget that the girls had shaved me bare, so, by the third thrust, my pubic bone was hitting her hard on the nose squashing it into her pretty face.
I had passed deep into her throat.
I knew I could not keep my thrusting up for long. I was too near orgasm. Pressing hard into her mouth was bringing me on. I allowed my grip to loosen, it would not be necessary now that her throat was used to my penis. I slipped my hands down to wrap my fingers around her upper neck, to feel her throat expanding, and contracting, as the tip of my penis passed beneath.
It was as erotic as ever.
