Act Out Ch. 2

"You've got too many secrets, whore. I'm going to punish you. No more sneaking around. Or else."

"Punish me?" she whimpered.

"You'll see. But right now, get your cheap ass dressed. I want to see what a total whore you are."

I made her put on a show for me as she wiggled and stretched into her outfit, kind of a reverse strip. She was so excited that I think she had a couple of little orgasms while she did it. She regained her poise, kept glancing from me to the long mirror. My barked commands kept her from getting a good look at herself until she was finished with everything, including her inch long scarlet fingernails.

She looked unbelievably hot. The black dress was a size too small, so tight that it mashed her tits until they spilled over the top of the swooping neckline, leaving only her nipples inside. Her waist looked tiny. Her hips were rocked up like she was begging to be fucked, and the tops of her black mesh hose showed above the hem. Her ass was round and firm, and her legs looked a mile long. Her charcoal and silver eyelids sagged like the thick mascara was too heavy. Her screaming red mouth hung slightly open. Her barely restrained lust was as visible as her rock-like nipples.

She seemed hypnotized my her reflection in the mirror. Her voice was as thick as her makeup. "Cock hungry cunt. Look at me, baby. Fuck me with your eyes all night."

I fucked her with more than my eyes, and really did do it all night, too. Before dawn, I'd had Helen every way I could think of - including tied to the corners of the bed. I fed her the two latex dildos I'd bought, at one point keeping all three of her holes filled for about two hours while she orgasmed continuously until she passed out. When she came to, it was to discover that I was fucking her loose cunt with my *real* dick. She instantly started cumming again and fainted a second time when I loaded her sloppy pussy with my fifth load of cum.

Right around sunrise, I finally gave out. I didn't feel her crawl out from under me, but when I woke up in the early afternoon, she wasn't in bed with me. The blinds were pulled, making it look like twilight instead of broad daylight. I felt hung over and like I'd been beaten up.

I didn't notice the light under the closed bathroom door until I'd staggered halfway across the bedroom. I slowed down and heard faint sounds coming from the other side of the door, too. Helen was in there. The noise was water sloshing and her moaning. My cock was suddenly hard with more than piss. I eased the door open and peeked inside.

She was in the full, steaming tub with her eyes closed. She'd washed her face but left on the waterproof mascara and touched it up, by the looks of it. Her lips gleamed with one of the lipsticks we hadn't gotten around to using - a tremendously bright almost purple color. Her massive tits floated on the water, their nipples long and fat, still red from the slaps and pinches of the long night before. One red taloned hand was running a dildo in and out of her cunt. The other was opening the valve on the enema bottle. Her ass muscles were clamped tight around the oversized nozzle.

I watched her play with herself for at least five minutes, until I was sure she was right on the edge of a huge orgasm. She was breathing harshly through her whorish lips and slopping water on the tile floor with the energy of her grinding hips. I crept inside. She didn't know I was there until I was almost in position. She must have finally heard me. Her eyes jerked wide open and saw me, standing with one foot on either side of the tub, aiming my swollen cock straight at her face. I forced a stream of piss out. Mostly, it splashed in her wet hair, but some hit her gasping violet colored mouth.

She came so violently she was almost paralysed. The dildo was rammed in so far only its end stuck out of her. The nozzle shot out of her ass and she shit into her bathwater. My stream of piss was a jerky yellow jet on her slutty face. Instead of gagging and choking and trying to get away like I expected, her eyes got a crazy look before she closed them to keep my piss out, but her mouth opened even wider and she started swallowing.

That's the way our Saturday started. Neither of us was through. Despite the fact that we had to go to a huge family dinner that evening, for the rest of the afternoon I kept her fully painted and totally fucked. I was so out of control that it took a huge effort not to make her go to dinner in her sleazy whore's dress and makeup. I was positive she'd have done it. She was even further gone than I was.

I compromised with my lust. I screwed her loose, shit-free asshole while I made her clean her face and take off her slutty fingernails. But, after she sucked me off in the shower, I told her to shave her cunt.

She licked my cum off her pale lips and looked up at me in shock, but went right to work with her razor. The sight of her naked pussy hanging open and drooling her fluids was almost too much for both of us. I managed to keep my hands off her, and make her hands stay away from her hot slit, too.

I led her to the bedroom and told her to stand perfectly still. I stretched the sexiest of the new bra and panty sets, a lacy, tiny pair of scraps of red, on her. Her tits were almost totally naked. Her ass *was* bare, except for the thin string running up the deep crack between her cheeks. After wrapping the garter belt around her waist, I made her sit while I rolled seamed black hose up her legs. She was getting the bed wet, she was so excited.

Next, I spread a coat of the KY jelly I'd bought on her sagging, unpainted mouth. She watched me with haunted eyes and licked the ass-lube as I dropped the tube in her purse. The smallest of the dildos barely fit in her handbag beside it. I warned her again not to move and I went into the bathroom. I came back with the lipstick she seemed to like the best, a red so deep it was almost black. My hands shook when I blotted her exposed, irritated cunt lips dry and painted them. She had another orgasm before I was done, but somehow managed to sit pretty still. Unable to make myself stop with that, I stretched the bra enough so I could use the color on her bullet-like nipples, too. I slipped the lipstick into her purse, then ordered her to put on the long, plain, loose dress and her old pair of three inch heels.

"Hide yourself, whore. All night, you'll hide how slutty you really are under these ugly clothes."

She again tasted the grease on her still swollen, puffy lips. "What . . . why do you want me to carry these . . . things . . . in my purse?"

"Never mind. Come on, cunt. Let's go."

We both acted a little weird in the fancy restaurant, I guess. Our friends and family wrote it off as wedding jitters and kept reassuring us. I kept touching Helen's thigh under the table. Every time I did, she stared at her food, but swung her legs apart for me. While the waiter was taking our plates away, I whispered to her that I could smell her cunt juice.

"Lift your skirt, slut, and run a finger in that shaved hole. I want to watch you lick it off."

She blushed. She was scared. But she did it, and had a hell of a time controlling her expression.

"My cock's hard," I whispered. "But not hard enough. Before they bring dessert, go the ladies' room and lube the dildo and put it up your ass. Leave it inside and come back."

She turned to me, and I expected her to refuse. But her need was written all over her lovely, plain face. She whispered back, "Can I make myself cum? Please?"

I shook my head and smiled. I wondered, as I watched her excuse herself and hurry away, if she'd be able to resist her overwhelming urge. She managed, I guess, because she came back just a couple of minutes later. I could tell by her walk and her face that the fake dick was buried in her guts. She suddenly wasn't hungry for her dessert. Her hands were knotted into fists as she tried to listen to the table talk. Her thighs kept rubbing together in a slow rhythm.

The dinner went on and on. She begged me in faint whispers to help her. She pleaded with me to get her out of there, to take her home, that she was going crazy, that she was so hot she was going to forget where she was and explode, right in public. I refused every request, made her suffer horribly until after ten o'clock.

She bit her lip all the way to the car, whimpering about how her ass was on fire. Once we were on the road, I told her to lift the long dress out from under her and show me her whore's panties and the stub of the dildo. The little red triangle covering her shaven cunt was sopping wet and the end of the fake dick jumped a little with every heartbeat. Despite the darkness she was real scared that somebody'd see her exposing herself on the interstate.

"Turn on the interior light," I told her.

"Ron, please, no."

"Don't give me any shit! Turn it on and use the lipstick, whore! And I want to be able to see every bit of your legs, all the way to your sloppy cunt."

She obeyed, and I was pretty sure she wasn't as reluctant as she acted. The way she was bouncing a little, fucking her ass with the imbedded plastic prick, was a dead give away.

"Now take it out of your ass and use it in your cunt, slut."

I let her turn off the light first and made her count her orgasms out loud, all the way home. She made it to five, and forgot all about where she was. By the time we reached our apartment, she'd unbuttoned the top half of her loose dress and was openly fondling her tits, not giving a damn about being seen or anything but reaching number six.

"Stop, whore. Pull it out right now." I had to slap her face to get her attention, and she whined her frustration. "Now lick it clean. Then we can go inside and get you sleazy again."

The rest of Saturday night and all day Sunday was pretty much a replay of what we'd done Friday. No matter how far I pushed her, she never said no, and she never got enough. Late Sunday night, she cried for an hour when I made her clean herself up and put everything away in her biggest suitcase. Makeup, clothes, dildos - all of it I locked up in a storage room she didn't have a key to.

"From now on, there'll be no more secret fun, Helen. No more sneaking around and playing slut without me. Got it? No buying whore's clothes without permission. No painting yourself and masurbating - unless I tell you to. Understand?"

She wiped tears off her pale cheeks and nodded. "Yes, honey. I understand. But . . ."

"But what, love?"

"Can we . . . I mean . . . how long . . ."

"You'll never know until I tell you. It could be tomorrow or next week or never. You're *my* cunt, from now on."

She cuddled up beside me and sighed. "I love you, Ron. We're perfect for each other."

I had to agree.