(An unconventional romance)
She decided to take the path down through the property that let her out on Ford Road, at the base of their hill, a dirt country lane that really ended at the very end of the valley where the old house stood. Maggie was eager for the walk, moving with all her golden retriever exuberance through the underbrush.
It was a warm day, a lovely day, a picture perfect day, and Ford Road was just the destination for her. Beth hummed to herself as she moved through the thick brush and trees. She wondered if her jeans were too much for the weather but wasn't going to go back to change now.
She broke out of the path and onto the road with Maggie bounding after her, and smiled as she began her stroll down the valley toward the end of the road at the abandoned house, with Maggie far ahead and coming back periodically to her, before running ahead again.
The weather and the lovely location combined to make it an ideal day and an ideal walk. She let her thoughts drift off as she pulled a piece of grass and chewed on it lightly.
She was pleased with the way that her relationship with Alan, her husband of already 15 years, had lately taken. After years of fantasizing, and trying in solitary and alone moments to bring herself to maximum pleasure with thoughts and fantasies about being a sex slave, things that she never tried to fully understand but which were always there, she had declared herself to Alan.
He was taken aback but completely in love with the idea, and their lives changed. Now there were periodic spankings, ass fuckings. Her fantasies became wonderfully, technicolored and real. It made her grin, as she walked, following Maggie down the road.
She heard the car long before she saw it. The valley here was that way. When a train came up the valley from the direction of the river, you could hear it long before it was seen.
Finally, the car came around the bend and she called Maggie over to get her out of the way. But the car stopped just as it came to where she was.
Maggie went over to explore, and the two men from the car, youngish, with one younger than the other, got out.
Without much hesitation, and much to her chagrin, one of them opened the car door and Maggie hopped into the car. The man shut the door behind her.
"Hey," she wailed, "My dog! What the hell are you doing?"
"Just keeping the mutt out of the way," was the answer, as the man came around the car.
Beth backed up, really sorry now that she hadn't bothered to wear a bra that morning. She put her arms protectively over her breasts, and the older one noticed right away:
"Nice tits, lady!" he said.
Beth blushed and was silent.
"Cat got your tongue?" the younger one said.
"What's your name, bitch?" the older one asked.
Beth was really frightened now. "Beth," she said simply.
"Well, Beth," the older one went on, "I'm Alan and this is Ray and we're here for a party."
"Party?" Beth said, looking around frantically.
"Sorry, bitch," Alan said, "No way out for you."
"What . . .what do you want?" Beth said in a truly frightened tone of voice.
"Always the question," Alan said, smiling at Ray as he said it.
"The unnecessary question," Ray answered.
"Well, let's be blunt with the babe," Alan said next, and turned back to address Beth saying:
"We want blow jobs, both of us and then we're out of here, out of your hair, out of your life."
"Blow jobs?" Beth echoed, as if not believing what she was hearing.
"You know what that is, pretty lady, Beth?" Alan asked.
"Yes . . .yes . . .I . . .uh . . .know!" Beth stuttered.
"Well, how 'bout it then?" Alan pushed the issue.
Beth was frightened but determined: "No!" she said quietly.
"Exactly," Alan said, "What both Ray and me thought; let me put it this way, Beth. It can be easy or it can be hard. You get to decide."
"You see," he went on, sweet ass, either you agree and do what we tell you to do or else we beat you first and then, you agree and do what we tell you to do. Your choice either way."
"You're talking about a blow job?" she asked.
"Yes, one for each; is what we want," he answered.
"And if I do?" she asked.
"Then you get your doggie back and away you go," he replied.
Beth was frightened; she was not into pain and was simply afraid that these two difficult looking characters would certainly go ahead with their proposal to beat her and then get from her what they demanded.
She spoke quietly to herself then:
"A blow job or two won't hurt at all, I guess," and she hoped that she was right.
"Okay, agreed," she said reluctantly.
"Good girl, Beth," Alan said, "I thought that you'd see it our way; now before we get started here, this is what we want you to do; take off your tee shirt and jeans."
"Why?" she moaned, "It's a blow job; I don't need to be undressed for a blow job!"
"Of course not, sweets, but that's the way that we want you and what we want is the most important things. One of the things that we still might want is to kick your pretty ass. So, decide now, Beth: the clothes or the pain."
Her hands moved very reluctantly to the hem of her tee shirt.
"Please!" she said making a last effort at getting out of this.
Ray intervened with a loud: "Strip lady!"
She pulled the tee shirt up and off; her tits were generous 36c's and her nipples were already spiky and hard.
"Pretty tits, our Beth!" Alan said.
She stood for a moment not moving.
"Thank me, bitch!" Alan shouted.
"Thank you!" she said quickly.
"Sir!" he hollered at her.
"Thank you, sir," she said reluctantly.
"Time, Beth," Alan said.
In a small voice, with tears on her cheeks, Beth said: "I don't think that I want to do this, sir!"
"Ray," Alan said right away, "Get a persuader or two."
Ray went off in the direction of some trees next to part of the ruins of the old house near the end of the valley and came back with two huge switches.
"These should persuade the bitch to be cooperative!" he said grinning.
"What'll it be, Beth honey?"
Beth kind of shrunk within herself. She certainly didn't want to be beaten, and there was simply no doubt in her mind that these guys would if she didn't do what she was told.
"Why," she asked. "Why must I be naked or almost naked to give blow jobs? I already said that I'd do that for you."
"Because we said so," Alan said and advanced with the switch in his hand.
It was the final decider for Beth:
"I'm doing it; I'm doing it! Don't . . .please don't start hitting me! I'm doing it."
She had the buttons of the waist band of her jeans unbuttoned, and her running shoes off in not time. Then the pants went down past her thighs and off. Her panties were pink and didn't hide her pussy hair.
"These?" Beth asked meekly, pretty much subdued now.
"Yes, off," Alan said, "You lost the privilege of panties, when you dicked around and didn't cooperate.
"I'm sorry," she said, ready to cry.
"Cry and we begin to kick the shit out of you, girl!" Ray said fiercely.
"Sorry," she said, and with a really red face, pulled her panties down and off.
"Good," Alan said, "Nice tits and ass, Beth, now open your mouth!"
Beth knelt by the side of the road and opened her mouth, her eyes closed.
"Open your fucking eyes!" Ray shouted at her and it scared her that much more. She did as she was told.
"You first, Ray," Alan said, and Ray moved in Beth's direction, unzipping his fly and pulling out his cock, already erect and ready.
"No hands, no teeth, bitch! Hear?" Ray said.
"I hear!" she said.
"Then repeat it," Alan ordered.
"No hands and no teeth," Beth said compliantly.
She knew that there was no turning back and no chance of anyone coming to her rescue. She knelt totally naked on the edge of Ford road way out in the middle of the country and was being forced to suck these two cocks. She knew she had to do it.
She compliantly opened her mouth to accept Ray's cock, licking the head and beginning to suck it into her mouth. Ray was really, really excited and didn't last very long in Beth's mouth, a fact that she was pleased about.
He grabbed her by the back of the head, after about five minutes of fucking her face and held on, letting her gag, and emptying his cum into her mouth and throat.
There were tears in her eyes and she swallowed as quickly as possible to accommodate his cumming in her mouth.
She sat back on her heels, after she'd cleaned his cock with her mouth, at his demand, and looked over at Alan, who was unzipping his pants now.
"Ready, bitch?" Alan asked softly.
"Ready, sir!" Beth said so as to not make Alan angry in any way. She was cowed now and ready to do this for them.
She reached out for his cock, seeing that it was considerably bigger than Ray's and began to lick the piss slit first.
"Nice style," Alan said, and Ray grinned and watched, as Beth began to suck the other man's prick.
Beth reached out then and grabbed Alan by the back of his thighs, and began to dance her head upon his prick, bobbing it back and forth, up and down, and tightening her lips about the cock meat each time her head moved, so as to increase the pressure on the prick and give him as good a blow job as she could manage.
