Tough Love

Lucy turned and smiled at the three men. She knew she was beautiful, she knew they wanted her and now they were going to have her. She decided to forgo any pretence as to why they were there, she strode across the room, turned and faced the men and leaned her backside on the edge of her desk. She wore a dress in her favourite style: figure hugging silk, cut low at the top to emphasize her breasts, and knee length with a split in front. She reached down and grasped each side of the split, she parted and raised her hands to expose her long legs in hold up stockings and panty covered crotch.

"I think we should start this meeting," she said.

Mario was first to react; he approached her and placing his right hand behind her neck he kissed her hard while he let his left hand roam her body.

Lucy immediately felt herself becoming wet and moaned against Mario's mouth. She had her eyes closed and soon felt other hands on her body, caressing and kneading. Her dress was unfastened and she allowed it to slide down her body to pool at her feet. Mario stopped kissing her and before she could get her breath his mouth was replaced by Claude's. Claude was older, around the mid fifties. Lucy wasn't sure how she would feel about having sex with a man so old, but as his tongue delved into her mouth she found herself sucking on it and kissing back passionately. Claude had a weathered face, he looked like someone's uncle. He was also the gentlest of the three of them.

Her panties had gone and there seemed to be hands everywhere: at her pussy, her ass and her breasts, all the time and when a hand was removed it was replaced immediately by another, or a mouth sucking, biting, kissing and licking.

Keeping her eyes closed, she didn't know who was doing what, but she felt she was in heaven.

She was lifted and placed on the desk scattering papers and pens. A mouth was feeding on her naked pussy, it felt gentle and firm at the same time. Lucy guessed it was Claude and looked down her body to see that she was correct. She laid her head back with a sigh. Just before she closed her eyes again she caught sight of Mario's cock approaching her mouth. As it touched her lips she parted them wide and it slid deep inside. With her pent up frustrations Lucy was soon nearing a much needed orgasm. She sucked hard on Mario, wanting to feel his whole length in her mouth. The tongue in her pussy was doing what was required and she arched her back as she climaxed, filling Claude's mouth with her juices. She pulled her mouth off Mario's cock as she gasped for breath. Wrapping her slim fingers around Mario's erection she slowly masturbated him. Raising her head Lucy saw Barry sucking on her nipple and the top of Claude's head between her thighs. He stopped his licking and stood upright. He then replaced his mouth with the biggest cock Lucy had ever seen. She had to stretch her long legs as wide as possible to accommodate him, it felt wonderful.

"I must have her ass. Turn her over," she heard Mario declare a few minutes later. She felt herself being lifted and rolled over. The strong hands handled her like a rag doll as she was placed on her front, but not before Barry wormed himself beneath her, and she was impaled on his up thrust erection. She automatically brought her knees up to support herself, and lay on Barry's chest savouring the feel of him inside her.

She purred in delight as fingers rubbed around Barry's shaft and over her throbbing clitoris. Then those same fingers transferred the wetness to her ass, a finger pushed inside causing her to gasp. Lucy had never had anything larger than a finger in her ass and hoped she could take Mario's prick. She pushed back hard on Barry's penis and this parted her buttocks, inviting Mario to enter her. The finger in her ass was removed and something larger pushed against her opening. Mario's hands griped her hips and pulled her backwards as he thrust forward. He slid inside her in one long stroke. Lucy groaned loud, she felt she was being torn apart. She tried to move away to stop the pain but Mario held her fast. She tried to tell him no, but for some reason she couldn't speak. She arched her back and screamed silently, her mouth wide. A firm hand gripped her chin pulling her face round to the side, and Claude's prick was pushed into her mouth. She realised it was even bigger than she thought. She didn't know which was being stretched more, her ass or her mouth.

She forced her lips over the giant penis and sucked, her mouth was completely filled, she didn't even have room to move her tongue.

Mario began steadily thrusting in and out of her. This had the effect of moving her back and forth on Barry's prick and also moved her mouth over Claude's huge weapon. Very soon the pain in her ass changed to a pleasurable feeling of being filled. She was being used in all three of her holes, and hands still groped and caressed her everywhere. Lucy felt she would go insane with pleasure. She had never felt anything this good in her life, she wanted it to last for ever but couldn't deny the climax building inside her.

Lucy screamed but Claude's cock stopped any sound emerging as she thrashed in the biggest orgasm she had ever had.

As she came down off her high, she relaxed and savoured the feeling of being fucked so completely.

Shortly after however, Claude announced they should change places. Again Lucy was manhandled into position: this time she was on her back with her hips hanging over the edge of the desk. Claude held her ankles keeping her feet high in the air and wide apart. He manoeuvred his hips to position his cock at Lucy's ass, she panicked "no, no please Claude not there. You are too big. Please fuck my pussy, I want to feel you in my pussy again," she pleaded.

Claude smiled. He released one of her legs and took her by the hand, he kissed it gentlemanly "I will be honoured to fuck you anyhow you like, but I mean to have your beautiful ass sometime soon," and with that he pushed into her pussy in one long slow stoke making her swoon with delight. A semi erect cock was pushed into her unresisting mouth. She opened her eyes to see it was Mario and Lucy briefly thought about how he had just been inside her ass, but in her present state she didn't care and sucked him all the way into her throat greedily, feeling him grow hard once more in her mouth..

Lucy lay on the desk, idly playing with one of her nipples. She felt sleepy. She was full of sperm from three men who had used her as they wished and she had loved every second. Now they were dressing and she knew she had to move. Slowly she pulled her aching body off the desk and almost collapsed as she tried to stand. Claude and Mario were soon at her side supporting her. She smiled her thanks and looked down at herself, her skin was red and scratched in places and she had splashes of cum all over her body. Her stockings were torn and soaked and becoming worse as the cum leaked from her pussy and ass to run down her thighs, she bent down and removed them. She would have to return to the party bare legged and hope John didn't notice. Finding a box of tissues in the bottom drawer of her desk, she had to use most of them to clean herself sufficiently to dress. Again Claude helped her, but when she looked for her panties she couldn't find them. Then she saw Mario holding them to his face breathing in her aroma, with a smile and a flourish he tucked them into his jacket pocket. Lucy laughed and felt strangely flattered.

"You look exhausted Luce," John greeted his wife when she returned to the party.

"I feel it. It was none stop in there," she replied, then sipped her wine.

"How did it go? I hope you got everything you wanted," he said.

"Oh yes. I'm well satisfied. Claude gave me much more than I ever expected," she said, she squeezed her thighs together, she imagined she could still feel him inside her.

"Well I'm glad, if anybody deserves it its you: the amount of hours you put in," John told her and kissed her cheek.

The party started to break up an hour or so later and Lucy found John talking to Barry.

"Stephen and the clients are ready to go now, take Stephens car and get yourself a cab back, here that should cover it," Lucy handed John the keys to Stephens car and some cash then turned away to say her goodbyes to those guests who were leaving.

John stood for a minute. Lucy had spoken to him so coldly, as if he were a servant. But then, wasn't that what he had been just lately? John knew Lucy must be tired after all the work she had done this evening. Perhaps she was a bit irritable because of it. Maybe it was just as well that the party was winding down so she could rest. He sighed and went to collect his passengers.

As soon as the last guests had left Lucy got busy preparing a few things. She had Lynn and Amy go around making the house as untidy and messy as they could, while she took Barry to the pool house.

This was Lucy and John's dream project when they first married. A small one room building to one side of the pool which they furnished with items to provide a sexy and romantic den to spend warm summer nights. They had had a few special times in there and Lucy stood for a minute fondly remembering. She shook her head, "get a grip Luce," she told herself. She pulled the mattress from the bed, then she had Barry replace it with one she knew was in the garage waiting to be disposed of. Then she splashed water over the bed. She removed the bedding save for one single blanket, which she spread over the damp mattress. Following Lucy's instructions, Barry then moved various items into the pool house to make it as unwelcoming as possible.

When they returned to the house Lucy was pleased with the mess the two girls had made.

Lucy called Lynn to her, Amy followed like a pet puppy, "well done you two," she congratulated them, "now listen," she continued "I will be leaving early in the morning and I've arranged it so John will be sleeping in the pool house. I've had you make this mess because I don't want him sitting around all day tomorrow. So it'll be up to both of you to keep him busy. Oh, and Lynn, I bought you a gift," she gave Lynn a box two inches wide and two feet long. Lynn opened it and removed an ebony riding crop. She slipped the leather loop over her wrist and flicked the crop from side to side. A wide smile split her face.

"As I said, I want John busy. You two are to have as much fun as you can, make this weekend the most miserable he's ever had," Lucy instructed them. She took Lynn's face between her two hands, looked into her eyes and told her "I bought you that crop for a reason, so use it. I want to see some nice welts on John's body when I return. Now, he should be home soon, so take your new little pet," she reached over and stroked Amy's cheek and ran her thumb across her lips and into her mouth, Amy automatically sucked on the invading digit "and have a good night," she told them.

By the time I had dropped Stephen and his clients off, and then managed to summon a taxi I had been out of the house almost one and a half hours. When I eventually arrived home the party was over. Lucy and Barry were the only people left in the house. Lucy relaxed on the sofa sipping wine, Barry was slouched in an armchair, he looked the worst for wear.

"Hello darling, you made it home safely then?" Lucy greeted me cheerfully "I'm afraid Barry has had a bit of a heavy evening. So I told him he could stay over tonight, and with the spare room still being full of stuff I thought it would be better if he slept in your room. You don't mind do you? no of course you don't, you're such a dear. I thought you could sleep in the pool house. Its a nice night so you shouldn't be cold".

I was taken aback, this had come completely out of the blue. I tried to process it.

"But ..emm... why don't I sleep on the sofa?" I asked, not understanding why I should give up my bed, but unable to put my thoughts into words.

"Oh no, just look at the mess," Lucy said as if it were a ridiculous suggestion "besides I have to leave early tomorrow and I wouldn't want to disturb you. Now, I've poured you a scotch and I'm tired, so if you would give Barry a hand up the stairs we can all get some sleep," she said and stood to show there would be no more discussion.

Reluctantly, I helped Barry to my room, and wishing my wife a good night I made my way to the pool house. I was stunned. I didn't really know what had just happened. I had already been relegated to the spare bedroom, now suddenly I was no longer sleeping in my own house, while the bastard who had taken my job now slept in my bed. It never even occurred to me to suggest sleeping with Lucy. I merely did as she told me. Something that I had been doing more and more lately.

The pool house was a mess The bed was covered with junk. I wracked my brain trying to think how it got into such a state. looking back at the house I could see that all the lights were off, so Lucy was probably in bed. I knew I had better not disturb her, so with a sigh, I started to clear the bed. I had even forgotten to drink my whisky,

Part Seven

Beaten

I awoke stiff and cold the following morning. I was tired and miserable. I had had a very bad night: after I had discovered that the bed was damp and somewhat smelly, I finally managed to fall asleep on the floor. Now I staggered outside into the bright sunshine. Making my way to the kitchen door I found it was locked. I no longer had my own key so I knocked tentatively and waited, hoping that Lucy wouldn't mind me disturbing her. I then remembered that she had left early for a meeting, "shit" what was I to do now? I stood looking around me, wondering how I was going to get into the house when I saw movement through the window of the annex.

I approached Lynn's door and hesitated. I tried to convince myself that I didn't want to disturb her, but deep down I knew I was scared. I was a grown man in my own home and I was frightened of what my housekeeper would say and do if I asked her to let me in. I felt pathetic.

Steeling myself I knocked on the door, Lynn answered and just looked at me like I was something she had stepped in, tapping her toe impatiently she said "well?"

"I'm..I,m sorry to disturb you Miss, but my wife has gone out and she must have forgotten to unlock the door and I was wondering if you could let me use your key please?" I asked with my eyes on the ground like a child.

Lynn rolled her eyes and sighed audibly then turned back into the room. She pushed the door shut, I thought she was going to ignore me and I wondered what I should do. I could hear talking through the door but not what was being said, then at least two people laughing. A few seconds later Lynn opened the door again and in her pyjamas she walked past me to the main house. As I turned to follow her and just before Lynn's door shut I saw Amy inside in tiny shorts and tee with the biggest grin on her face.

Lynn opened the door for me. I walked into the kitchen of my house and I couldn't believe the mess that greeted me: rubbish from the party was everywhere - spilt drinks, dropped food and discarded plates and glasses were scattered as if somebody had trashed the house.

Lynn must have seen my shocked expression,

"You can clear this up later, you've got all day after all. First you can make tea and toast for two, we'll take it on the patio."

She turned and left without waiting for a reply. To my shame I never once even considered not doing what she told me.

Fifteen minutes later I walked outside to serve breakfast to the two girls as they sat in the morning sun. They stopped talking when I neared them, but I noticed they were both grinning. Lynn held a riding crop in her hand, idly swinging it from side to side. I placed the tray on the table and poured the tea and when I turned to go Amy spoke.

"John! I was just telling Lynn about what you wear under your pants. She doesn't believe me!"

We looked at one another. She was leaning back in her chair, her head tilted to one side, a smirk on her face. I didn't know what she was planning but I was sure it wasn't in my best interest.

"Why don't you show her?" she added.

I didn't know what to do. I looked from one girl to the other. What I saw were two girlish faces grinning cruelly at me, and worse, they had authority over me from Lucy. I felt as if I should make a stand and refuse them, but it was as if all my fight had been torn out of me.

"Please Amy don't do this?" I whined like a child, then yelped in pain. Lynn had casually flicked the crop across the back of my thigh, "that's Miss Amy to you," she told me harshly.

"I... I'm sorry Miss Amy," I said contritely, rubbing at the pain in my leg.

"Well? go on, show us, " Amy demanded losing her patience.

"Please Miss, I ca" I didn't finish what I was going to say as Lynn shouted at me.

"Will you just do as you're fucking told? Do you have to argue and moan all the fucking time?" she sounded genuinely angry now.

Trembling with fear, I loosened my pants and hesitating for just a second, pulled them down to my thighs to expose my captured penis.

Lynn leaned close to inspect me. I felt my face burning as she placed the crop beneath my flaccid member and bounced it up and down a few times.

"Its all shrunken. I think it must be embarrassed, don't you John?" she remarked laughing.

I was too humiliated to answer. I knew my face was beet red and I just stared at the ground in shame.

"Go. You've got a lot of cleaning to do today," Lynn suddenly said, then she turned away from me to drink her tea.

I had been dismissed out of hand. Miserably I pulled my pants up, but Lynn spun back and laid her crop firmly on top of my hands.

"No. Take them off. You don't need trousers to do housework," she commanded.

I looked at her in horror. Surely she wasn't serious? But one look at her face told me she definitely was. I had to get away from these two before things got worse - as if they could. I let my pants drop and stepped out of them. Leaving my trousers and shorts in a pile on the patio I left before I could be humiliated further.

With head down to hide the tears forming in my eyes, I made my escape, naked from the waist down.

In the kitchen I leaned against the sink, I gripped the edge until my knuckles turned white. I could hear the two girls laughing. I screwed my eyes shut, "fuck you, I'm not you're fucking servant," I said to myself. I knew I should just go to my room to get some more clothes, but I didn't have the courage.

It turned out to be a very hard day for me. After I had made myself a quick breakfast, I set about tidying the house. I had been working for no more than a half hour when Lynn and Amy entered. They watched me work, inspecting everything I did. It took only ten minutes for them to find fault. I was on my knees with a brush and pan sweeping under the kitchen table when Lynn prodded me with her foot. "Hey wimp, you've missed a bit," she informed me, and emphasized her point with a sharp whack to my ass. I jumped and yelped only to receive another stinging stroke across the back of my leg.

"Don't you dare fucking ignore me. Clear it up," she snarled and hit me again, this time on the hip. I tried to dodge the blows, but I realised she would keep hitting me until I did as she said, so I forced myself to focus on cleaning the floor as fast as I could.

This set the pattern for the day. I wasn't told that I could stop for a break, and I was now so cowed by Lynn's crop that I was too frightened to suggest I have one. Even when I had to prepare and serve lunch to my two tormentors I returned straight back to my work.

They followed me everywhere, watching me work. They continually corrected me and kept telling me the best way to do certain things. They also managed to find fault in almost everything I did, and the crop found my ass and legs with more and more frequency. Soon I was covered in angry welts and I was flinching and cowering every time either of the girls came near me. In short, I felt broken. I was terrified that whatever I did would be wrong and bring more pain.