Xander Pt 03

Part 03: Whatever Martha Wants

It was Sunday morning, and Jacob was none too pleased to be woken by the 'phone ringing downstairs. Of course he could just let it ring, or he could rush downstairs and answer it. But then it would probably stop before he got there. Anyway, Martha's fingers were wrapped round his cock, stroking it lazily in her comfortable half-asleep state. She was lying on her side with his arm around her. She loved the smooth feel of his newly shaved pubis and anus, and the welcoming opening of his hole as her finger sought entrance. He was gently manipulating the mountain of soft rubbery flesh of her breasts, which he adored, weighty, motherly and accommodating.

Last night had been something of a revelation for both of them. Xander had beaten Martha with a riding crop, initially reddening her with the leather tip, then striping her with the length of the shaft, creating angry welts across the broad expanse of her straining buttocks, before splitting the skin and drawing blood. Martha had responded wonderfully to her chastisement; not saying a word, but sighing, then whimpering, and finally crying. Xander had fucked Martha in her arse, while she was drilling her strap-on into Jacob's welcoming hole. They'd stayed the night, all together in Xander's king-sized bed, lazily and sleepily fingering and stroking and entering and filling, any and every orifice which took their fancy. Martha was the last to get up. She was standing in front of the full-length mirror looking at last night's damage to her skin; the old darkened lines of her first punishment, and the vivid scabby welts from last night. The sight made her tense with excitement; the pain was almost unbearable, but the pleasure was exquisite. She had to have more. How much could she stand? How far were Jacob and Xander prepared to go? How could she suggest it, without breaking the submission and domination, bonding; the master and slave? A plan began to form in her mind.

"You have one new message. You were called at 0930 hours. To listen to your message press one."

"Hi, it's Xander. Ring me back."

"Hello?"

"Hi, It's Jacob. You rang. Sorry Martha and I were still in bed?"

"Just wanted to know how things are in your camp. Are we still on for next week at your place? How's Martha after her beating?"

"Xander, everything is fine, and we only have you to thank for it. You've brought us both back to life; and what a life!"

"Glad to hear it. We haven't finished yet. OK I'll be round at the usual time. I'm going to send you both an email of instructions, but don't show them to each other. Fine, Cheers, have a good week. Give Martha my love. Bye."

"Will do. Bye." Xander composed emails to Martha and Jacob and pressed send. He then turned his attention to searching the web.

It was Jacob who opened the front door,

"Hi Xander, come on in. It's good to see you again. Had a good week? What have you got there?" Xander stepped into the hall and put his attaché case down as he took off his coat.

"Oh, just a few things to help the evening along," he replied in a rather casual manner. "Where's the light of your life? I expected her to be ready to look after my needs."

"Oh she

is

ready. Go through into the sitting room; she's waiting for you." Xander picked up his case and opened the door, he immediately saw her, sitting naked in an armchair. Instantly she stood up, and facing him with her head bowed, she said,

"Good evening sir, I trust you are well. May I get you a drink? What would you like?" Xander opened his case and took out a bottle of red.

"Open this and let it breathe, Jacob and I will have it later. Now, I'll have a scotch and a little water, no ice."

"Yes sir. Thank you sir." Xander watched her go, her full drooping teats swaying seductively, and her fat round dimpled arse cheeks rising and falling with each step. The fading signs of her previous beatings still visible. Jacob had followed Xander into the room and was still standing in the doorway, temporarily blocking her exit.

"Stop there. Bend over as far as you can. Jacob, come and part those fat cheeks. Pull them wide apart. I want to see you have both complied with my demands." Martha, with her broad back still turned towards Xander, slowly bent herself; her ballooning breasts hanging down like ripe cantaloupes, ready for harvesting; her buttocks seemingly growing in size and full roundedness, the wheals reddening, widening and parting. Jacob came to her side, and putting the backs of his hands together, he inserted then in the grand canyon between her vast globes, and slowly parted them. Good. The string showed that the beads were in place. "And is that the longest string of the biggest beads you could get on the internet?" enquired the Master.

"Yes sir."

"Let me see." Jacob, withdraw it slowly, one bead at a time. "I want to see the delicate, pink skin stretching, and then her arsehole gaping, imploring to be plugged again before the iris contracts." Xander had turned his camera on, and was videoing every detail in fine close-up. Jacob still pulling one fleshy cheek to the side, slowly brought the next bead into the open with a silent plop, then the next; and the next; until all six were free. The straining skin was distorted and stretched, and the vacated hole slowly closing. Xander handed Jacob a fat butt plug. "Fill her with that," he barked. "But let her lick it, and suck it and lubricate it well first." Jacob offered it to Martha as directed. Her mouth closed over its smooth pink contoured surface, before Jacob inserted it into his wife's anal orifice. Gradually the end disappeared followed by the stretching of the delicate sensitive skin as it accommodated the first bulge. Finally, the whole plastic prosthesis was embedded in his wife's arsehole, only the knob end was left visible. "Good work Jacob, Now give it a good working round and round, then withdraw it slowly. Let's see how she is." Once again, Jacob paused and played with the plug in its fleshy opening. He began to withdraw it slowly, the skin once again stretched to allow the fat bulge to emerge. Finally, the tapered end came to light, and the hole gaped, pink and moist and ready for fucking.

"Stand up straight and turn round. Jacob show her the plug, coated in her secret secretions. Hold it under her nose. Let her savour her own, very personal aroma." The couple acted out their roles as directed. Martha breathed in deeply, the slightly sweet, shitty smell which was hers. "Now lick it. Suck it." Her tongue licked the shiny nodule, before, slowly, the plug was sucked in between her pursed lips, a knob at a time, licking and sucking until the whole plug was in her mouth. "And out again. Tell me Martha do you like the smell and taste of your own shit hole? Truthfully mind you. Well?" Martha didn't know what to say. Should she pretend, or should she tell him truthfully how disgustingly exciting it was. In the end she decided to tell the truth. Either way she guessed Xander would find fault, and an excuse to punish her.

"I love having my bottom hole filled with the plug; walking around, and going out with it in, and I liked the idea of taking it straight from there into my mouth, but I didn't like the initial smell, or the taste, not until I had licked and sucked it clean."

"Well you only have yourself to blame, you stupid woman. You should take more care of your personal hygiene. If

you

can't wash your arse out, then

we

shall have to clean out your arse for you, and try again. Plug her up again Jacob, I want my Whiskey and soda." Martha bent over again, and Xander watched as Jacob reinserted the plug, stuffing her arse, giving her the satisfaction she enjoyed. The action completed, Martha stood up and left for the kitchen. Xander sat down and addressed his friend. "That woman of yours is a real treasure. I wonder just how far she'll go. Where will she draw the line?"

Martha came back with the drinks, and handed the glasses to the men with mock deference, before retreating to the doorway, where she stood, head bowed in supplication. Xander took a good slug of his Scotch.

"Now Martha, go to the kitchen, and half fill a bowl with warm soapy water. When you've done that, lean over the kitchen table, with your legs wide apart."

"Yes Sir." Martha once again turned and retreated.

"And how are you with all this my friend? How far will

you

go? How far will you let

me

go?"

"I'm good with whatever Martha wants Xander. You're the Master. You're in charge."

"OK. Thanks for that. I don't want to lose a good friend. Come on, let's go into the kitchen."

Martha had draped herself spread-eagle over the table, her head just over the far end. Her legs were wide apart as commanded. Her fat branded cheeks were slightly parted, so that it was obvious to observe, that her distended cunt lips were wet and glistening from her heightened sexual awareness and anticipation. The end of the butt plug was just visible, nestling in its warm dark cavern. Without warning, Xander let fly a wild stinging slap from his outspread hand, one on each cheek. Martha gasped and involuntarily recoiled from the unexpected chastisement. But she managed with difficulty to compose herself in anticipation of further slaps; which didn't come.

"Now I want you to understand that I'm not prepared to tolerate slovenly practices. They will be dealt with punishment, appropriate to the misdemeanour. Do you understand? You will pay more attention to your personal toilet in future. Jacob, remove the plug again." As Jacob did as he was told, Xander opened his case and took out a clear plastic syringe with a pink bulbous end. He dipped the end into the warm water in the bowl on the draining board of the sink. He squeezed the bulb and drew up the cloudy water to fill the tube, then stood behind and to the side of his disobedient charge. "Jacob, the plug, in her mouth. Let her savour herself again, then replace it with your cock in her mouth." As the plug was once again wafted under Martha's nose and wiped along her lips, before being slowing pushed between them, Martha unzipped her husband, and found his threatening weapon. Xander inserted the nozzle of the syringe into the semi-open hole of Martha's arse. He gently squeezed the bulb, squirting the warm soapy cleansing fluid into her dirty channel. Martha found the sensation, unexpectedly warm and sensual and welcoming. "Clench yourself and hold it in. I don't want to see any dribbles running down those fat thighs." He filled the syringe again, and squirted its contents up her arse. "Stand up. Hold it in. Let it do its job. Empty the bowl. Swill it out and place it on the floor behind you. Now, squat over the bowl and evacuate your bowels."

Martha was a child again using her potty. She obeyed Xander, and let the stained, brown flecked, frothy liquid, squirt and gush from between her billowing buttocks; a veritable waterfall. When she had finished, she remained squatting, waiting for the next direction from her master.

"While you're there, you may as well pee for me; empty your bladder." An urgent stream of golden piss, emanated from between her long dangling rubbery, convoluted outer cunt lips, until the last drop hung momentarily from the longest. "Now empty the waste down the sink, and resume your place over the table. Jacob, you will now follow my previous ministrations, and flush her out with clean water." Xander resumed his role as film-maker, as Jacob filled the syringe, and lovingly inserted it in his wife's willing, now well used anus. He repeated the action as Xander had done. Then stood back, waiting for directions. "Now Jacob, remove your clothes and lie on the floor.

"Good. Martha you will stand astride your husband and bend so that he has the best view of his favoured orifice." When Jacob had stripped and lain on the floor, Martha took up her position, facing his feet, her spread cheeks above his head. "Now spray him. Drench his face with your warm water." The torrent gushed onto Jacobs face. He wanted to watch, but he had to close his eyes against the torrent. His semi-erection had once again, grown to full aching stretch, as he reached up and clutched the generous flesh of his wife's familiar buttocks, and drew her down to sit on his face. His tongue licked around her wet hole, rimming her delightedly. As Martha leaned over her man and sank his stiff prick into her mouth, so he pushed his tongue into her willing, and now pristine hole. Clearly Xander had been forgotten in their passion.

They were brought back to their senses as Xander once again landed vicious slaps on Martha's glowing globes.

"What the fuck do you two think you are doing? Permission was not given for you to enjoy yourselves. Get up and apologise." Martha stood up in front of her master, as Jacob also rose and retreated, still sporting a rigid erection. He bowed in supplication as Martha said,

"I'm sorry Master, I was carried away with the excitement of the situation. I promise to do better. It won't happen again. I know I should be punished, as you said I would be, if I disobeyed."

"And what do you think an appropriate punishment should be for such a violation?"

"I think I deserve a beating Sir."

"You are quite right, you

do

deserve a beating, and you will get one, believe me; this time from the two of us simultaneously. But first bring me another drink, then clear up that mess. Jacob dry yourself off and come into the lounge." He tossed them a towel. Jacob still aroused by recent events, and in anticipation of what was to come, dried himself and gave the towel to Martha, then followed Xander into the lounge.

"Did you get the things I asked you for?"

"Yes; and the rings are in place."

"Yes, I noticed that. You've done well. Did Martha ask what you were doing, and why?"

"Yes, but all I told her was that I was carrying out your instructions. She understood and didn't pursue it further."

"Then fetch them for me." Jacob left the room, as Martha came in with a fresh whiskey and water, which she handed to her commander.

"Is there anything else I can do for you Sir?" she asked plaintively, head bowed, avoiding eye contact.

"Yes, while we're waiting for Jacob, sit on that stool with your legs apart, and entertain me. Play with those big jugs of yours, squeeze them, swing them, slap them together, lift them up and lick your nipples. They'll be tied up later. Then masturbate. Play with your rubbery cunt folds, open them up and show me the glistening pink inside, excite your clit, finger fuck yourself; but stop before you orgasm. But first, come and take out my cock and play with it, lick it, stroke it, and suck it. Take it down your throat so that I can see the bulge. Then you will sit on my lap with my cock in your cunt, and then up your arsehole. Let Jacob watch while he's being cuckolded. But you do not come. Do you understand?" As Martha advanced towards Xander and knelt between his thighs, her fingers were finding and drawing down his fly, she whispered.

"Yes Sir, as you wish," and she drew out Xander's snake and kissed its tip, bringing it to life and length.

"Keep that big fat arse of yours up," Xander growled as his stiff weeping prick was expertly played with by his slave. Jacob came back and stood in the doorway watching. "Come and join us Jacob. Come and shag the arse of your randy wife. The bitch is in heat. She needs a fat cock pounding her anus." The lewd talk seemed to spur Martha on to new heights of depravity. Her knees were apart, and she raised her haunches in invitation to her husband to enter her. The while she fucked her dripping minge with four fingers, sucking Xander's straining member as she rolled his balls in their sac. Jacob needed little encouragement, but knelt between his wife's heavy dimpled thighs and took hold of his eager, stiff prick. Martha withdrew her slimy fingers from her cunt and used them to lubricate her arsehole, smoothing her sticky secretions around the rim, and them introducing first one finger into her yearning hole, then two. As Jacob slowly invaded her, she took up her previous role of fist fucking herself. The introduction of her husband's cock in her arse was exquisite and made her pause in everything she was doing with her fingers and her mouth. Jacob looked down as watched his weapon slowly disappearing into his wife's dark tunnel. After a few slow withdrawals, and reinsertions, he was fully engulfed as he took up a slow gentle rhythm. His belly was banging against her bouncy buttocks. Martha matched the rhythm of Jacobs prick in her arse with that of Xander's cock in her mouth.

With great self-control, Xander pushed Marth's face away and announced,

"That's enough for now. No one comes. Clear? Jacob take your prick out of Martha's arse and stick it in her mouth. It should be nice and clean and tasty this time." Jacob slowly withdrew from his wife's arse, leaving it gaping pink and abandoned. He stood up as she moved her head to one side ready to receive her next invasion. "Now bitch, does it still smell shitty like before?

"No, not anymore."

"Sir," barked Xander.

"No,

Sir."

"Then let me see you licking that slimy stem, all the way from base to sticky helmet. Now suck it in. Right in. Down your throat. Stay still. Jacob, fuck her throat. Let's watch her gasp for air and froth at the mouth," Xander was idly stoking his aching cock, but not with the urgency that might produce an eruption. "OK. Pull out. Martha was dribbling copious saliva and gasping for air. "Well tell us again. What was it like? Is your arse clean now? Did you like having your throat fucked? Honestly now. I shall know if you're lying." Martha took a deep breath and let it out slowly as she regained her composure.

"No Sir, my arse is clean and I loved being arse fucked. I was so full and stuffed. I wanted to come, but you had forbidden that. Jacob's tool didn't smell shitty this time, it just tasted sweet and slimy, it was lovely. I couldn't breathe though when he fucked my throat, I thought I would choke if you hadn't stopped him. But I'd like to try again, and master it, if it is what both you and he want me to do." She paused. "Please may I have a drink of water Sir?"

"Jacob, bring the bitch a glass of water. Come here bitch and sit on my cock." Xander stood up and stripped himself, tossing his clothes anywhere, his stiff cock straining for any welcoming hole to sheath it. He sat down in the middle of the settee and beckoned Martha to turn round facing away from him and towards the door. "Now slowly lower yourself onto my cock. It's my turn to stuff your arse." Martha wriggled backwards until her rear orifice was stationed just above Xander's weapon. He watched with wonder, as the tip touched her hole, and seemed to open in welcome. The iris opened and the tip disappeared followed by the bulbous head, stretching the thin tissue of pink skin. Martha sat down, as Xander watched his whole length disappear inside her. His hands went round her heavy frame and grasped as much tit flesh as his hands could cover. As she began to bounce on his knees, he roughly manipulated the rubbery masses. "Good. You're beginning to get the hang of this arse fucking thing aren't you?"

"Oh Sir. It's wonderful. I feel completely liberated. It just feels right. I didn't know it could be so exciting." And she bounced even more agitatedly. Jacob was standing in the doorway watching the scene with mounting lust. He walked towards the pair, his throbbing prick twitching for attention. He handed the glass to Martha, who drained it, and handed it back. He advanced so that his cock was inches from Martha's lips.

"Go on, suck him while I'm fucking his wife's arse." Martha gobbled him without finesse; tonguing the eye and the whole head. Jacob once again pushed so that he felt the obstruction of her closed throat. But it opened more easily now and he slipped through and down. After only a few thrustings, Xander said, "No Jacob, take it out and stick it up her cunt. Let's see how she takes to double penetration. I suspect she will welcome it." Martha indeed relished the thought, her cunt had been sadly deprived since her anus had become the new focus of her master's attention. Jacob stood before the anal fucking tableau, and slightly crouching, he positioned his prick at the entrance to his wife's cunt, awash with excitement. Xander was pulling the lips wide apart, exposing a veritable seething cauldron of aching lust. Without thought for her, Jacob drove straight in, banging the back of her tunnel, communicating with her cervix. Martha gasped. She was truly filled now in both holes. There was no way she could stop herself from reaching her orgasm. As the men achieved a rhythm, so the new sensation of double pleasure took her over. She bounced, as Jacob fucked. Xander just sat there and let the two of them do all the work. He knew Martha would not be able to stop now; but that was his plan. She would be severely punished for her climactic pleasure. Her cries of ecstasy filled the room, she clasped her arms around Jacob and drew him to her as the feeling slowly subsided, and kissed him, deeply and passionately. As they all stopped where they were, the two twitching cocks buried deep inside her thankful holes, in a menacing tone, Xander said, "I thought I had made it abundantly clear, that orgasm was not allowed. Martha, you have violated my command and for that you will be beaten. Get up and suck us both clean.