Carol's story continues on two tracks, for you to choose depending on your tastes. This chapter can be read both here in the "Loving Wives" section as well as in the "Bondage and Discipline" section. The two are quite different. One is much closer to the truth. The two branches combine again in Chapter 05. -- Dora.
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Carol stopped at the bathroom to clean herself of the cum just pumped into her cheating cunt by two men within the last ten minutes. She wasn't uncomfortable or unhappy to have semen dripping out of her vagina along with her own secretions -- in fact, she loved the feeling of sinfulness it gave her. But she knew there was to be more fun tonight, and she wanted to be as clean and as attractive as she could be for these horny, virtual strangers.
When she passed the master bedroom, Carol glanced in to see Gennifer's gorgeous young shapely body arching under Tony's small athletic shape. Carol knew that just having Tony's weirdly short but incredibly thick cock in her pussy was both painful and delightful, and she envied Gennifer's cries of ... what? Pain? Delight? Passion? Maybe all three.
Carol re-entered the main living area, and saw that the projector was running in the dim light. On the screen, Carol could see a young, naked oriental girl tied to a chair, being caned mercilessly by an oriental man wearing a military uniform. The girl was not gagged, and was screaming for mercy. Carol wondered what pleasure the firemen got out of watching such filth, yet she found herself sitting down to see what happened next, unable to tear her own eyes away from the screen.
"It's a 'snuff' film," Mike said as he sat down next to her. "They kill her in the end. You might not want to watch from here on!"
Carol looked over at Mike. The two of them were sitting casually, holding and sipping drinks as if they were watching a film at just any social evening in a suburban home, except that both of them were nude, and Mike's cock was jutting up from his lap as he ogled Carol's naked body. Oh, and one other thing was different -- Jeff, the man who had finished fucking her just a few minutes ago was now on the sofa adjacent to them loudly ramming his cock into their hostess for the evening, Jess Spinelli, and Jess, Carol's student-teaching advisor, seemed to be enjoying it immensely.
Glancing back at the screen for a minute, Carol saw that the man who had been beating the oriental girl had removed his clothes, revealing an extraordinarily large, ugly, and very erect penis. But he did not release the girl, who was still tied to a chair in a sitting position. She was writhing desperately, trying to escape whatever torment came next. The man reached for his discarded clothing, and found a long, evil-looking knife. As he approached the hapless girl brandishing the knife for her to see, Carol looked away.
In spite of her disgust with the movie, Carol was incredibly turned on. Mike had put down his cold drink, and reached over to caress Carol's breasts, and she sucked in her breath as his icy fingers touched her sensitive nipples. Carol slid her ass away from Mike's on the sofa and reclined onto her side, facing Mike, and away from the screen, so that he could still fondle her breasts while watching the movie if he wanted. Carol turned her head to kiss and then suck at his rigid cock. The two of them could hear screams, probably from the film, but maybe from somewhere else in the house, but neither of them was paying any attention to anything except their own lurid sexual encounter.
Carol loved the feel of a nice-sized cock in her mouth. She loved washing it by slathering her tongue all over the head, under the edge of it at the crease of the foreskin, down a tiny bit into the hole in the tip, back up over the spongy, meaty pulp of the swollen head. She knew that this thing she was doing, putting a man's cock in her mouth, was dirty, at least to many people. She knew that doing this with a man who was practically a stranger to her, a man who was not her husband, would be shameful and disgusting to almost everybody. And that was a large part of the reason she loved it. The mental image of herself sucking this mustached fireman's cock here in the middle of someone else's living room sent little quivers of orgasm through her body.
Mike suddenly clutched Carol's breasts quite hard, and pushed his hips up, and with them her head and upper body. He lifted them up off of the couch as his cock exploded in her mouth, sending blasts of semen against the back of her throat. Carol swallowed easily; she had heard other women say they had trouble swallowing all of a man's ejaculation, but she couldn't understand that ... there was only a couple tablespoons full of the slimy liquid all together, even from the most virile of men she had been with. And she had been with quite few.
And Carol knew that the guys really liked their women to swallow. It made him feel powerful, as if he were somehow humiliating the woman, especially if she were on her knees in front of him and he was roughly clutching at her hair to keep her head tight against his body. It must seem as if she were worshipping the man and his incredible cock, willingly putting that secret, fleshy tube that he peed out of into her perfect face, her perfect mouth. And not only that, but willingly accepting his gooey, smelly, slimy sex excretions, tasting them, and swallowing them. Surely there was no better way for a man to demonstrate his total dominance over a woman!
At least, that's what the MEN thought.
Carol had another view. She had Mike's precious cock in her mouth for five or ten minutes, fondling it with her tongue, stroking the base of it at the same time with her hands, fondling his balls, licking his most private, most sensitive body parts. She loved knowing that she alone had the power to crush his testicles in her hands and at the same time bite his cock as hard as she could, likely biting it clear off. She knew she had that power, but she had never done it. She ALWAYS thought about it, though, about how the man who was lording himself over her could instantly be writhing on the ground in pain, his beloved penis severed, but probably still attached by a few fibers, spurting the very blood which only seconds before had made it seem so hard and powerful. She ALWAYS thought about it, but was never really inclined to do it.
But knowing she COULD do it, gave servicing men with her mouth a sense of tension and a thrill that only added to the already wonderful sensuality of having such intimate contact with a man's rampant sexual organ. Every man likely thought of the experience as a demonstration of his power, but Carol knew that she had the power entirely, literally in her hands ... and of course, in her mouth.
Occasionally, the devil in her made her lightly drag her teeth along a man's shaft, or softly nibble on a guy's cock head, or maybe gently squeeze his ball sack, as just a little signal to him that she could turn his profound pleasure into instant searing pain, if SHE wanted to.
While Carol was thinking this, Mike had finished his orgasm in her mouth, and she laved him with her mouth, washing his cock clean while tormenting his now-super-sensitive glans with her wiggling tongue. Mike's cock wilted in her mouth after he finished ejaculating, but as she continued to manipulate him orally, he began to grow again, just as she had hoped. She relentlessly worked on him as he began to grow again so that she could soon feel him push his cock up into her cunt and further demolish her marital fidelity.
Once he was sufficiently hard again, Carol allowed Mike to slip his cock out of her mouth, and glanced up at the screen. She immediately regretted doing so. What she saw there was so violent, so debased, so sick that Carol could see nothing whatever sexual about it. Carol looked away, and asked Mike, "Do you guys really LIKE that stuff?" nodding at the screen.
"I don't know about the others," Mike said, "but this is way too strong for me. I think we all believe," and by this Carol understood him to mean all the firemen AND their wives, "a little bit of pain at the right time can add to the joy of the sex. But that's the point -- to ADD to the pleasure for everybody. This stuff is just sick -- guys getting off on some helpless girl's torture."
