Anger Made My Wife a Slut Ch. 18

I wasn't expecting it and as he quickly drove it into me I screamed and let my head drop. This time my breasts were smacked and I was told to lift my head up. I forgot to open my eyes and received another slap on the face to remind me. Several guys took their pleasure in my ass and then I felt something solid being eased into my pussy. I have no idea what it was but I was fucked with it for several minutes.

When it was over, I was told to stand up and I was led to another table where it all started over again. This time only my pussy was entered but I had to admit that after the third or fourth guy I had had enough.

When the guys had finally had their fill, I was taken back down into the hotel and allowed to take a bath. The black guy that carried me downstairs ran the bath for me and, as I got in, stripped off his shirt and picked up a face cloth. He knelt beside the bathtub and gently bathed me. He spent more time than was necessary on my boobs and pussy but I didn't mind.

"Did you enjoy yourself upstairs?" He asked.

I had to admit that I had really enjoyed it. I was surprised that I had enjoyed being taken roughly, shackled and slapped. The feeling of being dominated was exhilarating and I wanted more.

When he had finished bathing me, he stood up and said "Take your time. Come back upstairs when you are ready."

He turned and left and I was grateful to be alone for a while. I felt the bathwater was getting a little cool so I leaned forward and pulled the plug. When the water had drained, I turned the taps back on and re-filled the tub with warm water. I needed the feel of warm soothing water on me. My body was a little sore and the warmth eased my muscles.

As I immersed myself in the warm water I thought about my latest revelation. I couldn't say that my desire to be dominated and used was new. After all, I had mentioned it to my husband at Marcus' birthday party at the Honey Pot Lounge. I had been shackled and blindfolded numerous times. The mere fact that, when I was in Darby's hotel, I was not allowed to wear clothes unless it was something that I was going to strip out of was a clear clue to my leanings. I had been taking orders and giving myself up at least since the Reparations Dinner Weekend but I had thought that it was all on my terms. I realised that I had been fooling myself thinking that I was in charge of what happened to me.

Throughout most of my life I had been in control of things. My children had depended on me but now they were in control of their own lives and doing very well. I had been very strategic about my career and my success was down to my own determination, hard work and foresight.

Now, for some reason, I needed to be under someone else's control. I knew it wasn't just the sex. The sex was great but I could have gotten that on my own terms if I wanted. I had become a submissive slut and I couldn't figure out why.

My introspection was abruptly interrupted.

"Janice. Where the fuck are you?"

I knew that I was about to be taken back up to the rooftop patio to be fucked again and a surge of excitement and energy ran through my body.

Jeff appeared at the door as I was getting out of the tub. I was just about to take a towel when he grabbed my arm.

"You don't need that. Come with me." He ordered.

He set off out the door and down the corridor to the patio. He walked so quickly that I had to almost jog to keep up with him and I felt my boobs bouncing up and down. I was still soaking wet and the cool night air made my nipples pop out and I could feel that my pussy was already damp and warm.

When we got upstairs, I saw that the seven other girls were dancing naked on the dancefloor. I quickly joined them. As I danced I looked around to see if anything else was happening and I was surprised to see that Tasha was still naked and still on her hands and knees with one guy banging her from behind while another was fucking her face. At each end was a line of guys awaiting their turn. A pang of jealousy hit me but was soon chased away when I realised that I had summoned from my bath for exactly the same purpose. I couldn't wait to get started.

I was led to a table and invited to sit down.

"Can I get you a drink?" Jeff asked.

"Yes please. A sangria would be fine."

As Jeff made his way to the bar, I introduced myself to the people with whom I was sharing the table. The fact that I was the only naked person at the table was not lost on me.

The guy sat next to me asked me what I did for a living. I decided that it would be best if I was as vague as possible and repeated the assertion that I had made earlier in the day that I worked in an office and was involved in 'just pushing paper'.

I was curious as to why Tasha was willing to get spend twelve hours plus getting constantly fucked so that her husband could become a full member of the biker gang.

The guy explained that full membership came with certain benefits. One of them was the right to fuck an honorary members wife when her husband applied for full membership. Another was if a full member was caught doing something illegal the blame could be shifted, wherever possible, to an honorary member who would have to take the fall. The biggest benefit was that the full member was entitled to a share of the group's revenue commensurate with his contribution to the enterprise whereas an honorary member had to support themselves.

"Are you full or honourable?" I asked.

"Full." He replied curtly.

"Are you his wife?" I asked the woman sitting next to him.

"Yes."

"Did you go through this initiation?"

"Of course." She replied.

"Did you enjoy it?" I asked."

"That's not the point. It had to be done."

"How does your husband enjoy watching you get fucked?" The husband asked.

"He likes it. He's seen it many times." I answered.

"Then you are a lucky woman."

"I have been to many gangbangs and there is one suggestion I would offer. If a woman is going to be fucked all night long it's probably best that she doesn't wear any make-up. After the first couple of hours it doesn't look too good." I offered.

We all simultaneously looked at Tasha. Her eye shadow had left black streaks down her face. Her bright red lipstick was smudged and her hair looked like a bird's nest. Her skin glistened with sweat and streaks of cum ran down her legs.

"You're missing the point again. She has to be willing to go through this. It shows her commitment to her guy and the group." The guy explained. "What you do is get fucked for your own pleasure. There is no commitment. When you have had enough you pack it up and go home. This is your hobby, it's her life."

I felt like a child who had been caught in a lie.

The guys wife stood up and said "Come with me."

Her husband followed as we made our way to the nearest bathroom. I was nervous about what was about to happen but when I saw her make-up kit on the bathroom counter, I realised that I need not be concerned about my safety.

Her husband had a quick grope of my breasts and then took hold of my wrists and held them behind my back. His wife started to apply make up on me. She put it on thick and heavy and when I looked in the mirror, I saw a painted pig looking back at me. The ultimate humiliation was the lipstick arrow pointing to my pussy.

When she was finished she and I made our way back to the table. Her husband made his way to the dancefloor and picked up the microphone.

"Friends, we have in our presence someone who has questioned our initiation ritual. She doesn't understand the sacrifice that Tasha is making as we speak.

At that point he pointed to Tasha who was enthusiastically taking a cock in both ends.

"Perhaps we should teach her how important it is."

I was told to stand up and make my way to the dancefloor.

"How committed are you?" I was asked.

I was annoyed with the way things had turned and, on a sudden impulse, I declared that I was ready and willing to be fucked in any hole by every single person there.

I was pushed down onto my knees and then some guy grabbed my hair and pulled hard so that I was forced onto my elbows. Tasha and I were side by side and in very short order I felt a hand on my ass. The hand roamed between my legs and soon I felt something probing my pussy lips. I gasped as my vagina was roughly penetrated. Then I felt a hand squeezing my lower jaw and a cock was abruptly shoved into my mouth.

"Friends. It seems like this lady has a desire to share Tasha's initiation period. Let's make it worthwhile." The announcement was made.

I felt fear but also excitement. I realised that my desire to be dominated had taken over and now I was about to find out how deep that desire was. I was not afraid. At the Reparations Dinner Weekend I was screwed by dozens and dozens of guys and loved it all. That party went on for two and a half days. I doubted that this session would last more than a few hours. I knew that I would look a total mess by the end of it but I didn't care. I even hoped that the guys were not particularly gentle with me.

The guy in my mouth was not content to let me suck him off but made it clear that he was going to fuck my face. He reached under me and grabbed one of my breasts and started to squeeze. It got painful very quickly and I was relieved when he let go and started to slap it instead.

After what seemed like an eternity, during which my mouth, pussy and ass had each been thoroughly reamed out, I was abruptly and forcefully pulled to my feet. A collar was fastened around my neck and a leash was clipped on. I stumbled as I was dragged off of the dancefloor and landed hard on my knees. Someone grabbed my arms and put me back on my feet. I had just a second to look up and notice that the tables had been moved to create a clear path along the entire length of the patio.

The guy took off at pace and I had to run to keep up with him. My breasts were bouncing hard and I was glad when we stopped at the far end. The respite was extremely short as we soon took off back towards the dancefloor. Along the way my legs failed me and I stumbled and fell. I just had time to put my hands out to break my fall but my knees took the brunt of it. I was not allowed time to stand up again as the guy started off immediately and I was led on my hands and knees like a dog. Along the way my boobs were swinging wildly from side to side and my ass was slapped numerous times.

When we reached the dancefloor, I was allowed to sit for a minute. I was sweating and breathing hard. I found it hard to hold my head up and look at the people sitting at the tables. My boobs were rising and falling with each breath and I saw that my nipples were erect. I put my elbows on my thighs and leaned forwards. I was surprised to see that my pussy was engorged and very wet. My knees were scuffed and bleeding a little but I didn't care. I was aroused.

I sat back up and looked over to see if Tasha was still busy. She was still on her knees with a guy ramming her from behind as another prepared to enter her mouth. I couldn't help but notice that she was kneeling on a rubber mat and a couple of cushions to protect her knees.

"Stand up." The order was sharp and direct.

I stood up expecting to be dragged back down the aisle.

"Turn and face me." I didn't move quickly enough and my ass was whipped with the leather part of the leash. It stung and I flinched.

"Put your hands behind your back?" I did so quickly so that I didn't have to feel the leather again. I immediately felt someone grab my hands and fasten them together.

The guy holding the leash started to play with my breasts and then moved his hand down to my pussy. I felt several fingers enter me and I widened my stance a little. While he was enjoying himself, I noticed the seven other girls that had, until recently, been entertaining guys were now sitting comfortably around a table and they each had a drink in front of them. I was surprised to see that they were all wearing bikinis.

So now it was down to Tasha and I. A sharp tug on the leash brought me back to the present and I was led towards a table. As we passed Tasha the guy on the other end of my leash said "Take a break Tasha. Go down and take a shower and get something to eat."

"Just finish this one.' She gasped referring to the guy in her pussy.

"Come." Another sharp tug on the leash and we were heading for the first table. The table was occupied by the guy who I assumed was the leader of the gang, his most trusted associates and their women.

"Ask him how you may serve him."

"What would you like?" I asked.

I yelped as my left breast was swatted with the leash.

"I told you to ask him how you may serve him."

"How may I serve you?" I asked.

I felt another sharp swat with the leash. This one hit my left nipple and was particularly painful. I was determined not to show any fear.

"Lower your eyes when you present yourself. You haven't earned the right to address people eye to eye.

I looked down and asked again.

"Turn around, spread your legs and bend over."

I did as I was told and waited for the penetration. I felt a hand between my legs and then a finger entered me. I guessed that he was seeing if I was wet enough. I was very wet and very hot.

I heard him undo his belt buckle and shortly after heard it hit the wooden floor. He grabbed my hips and thrust his entire length into my pussy. He wasn't very skilled and five frantic minutes later I felt him cum and quickly slip out.

A quick yank on the leash and I was upright again. I could feel the cum dribbling out of my snatch but I didn't care. It wasn't my problem.

Next I was presented to the woman sat next to the guy who had just fucked me. I looked at the floor and asked "How may I serve you?"

"Down on your knees."

I got down on my knees and made sure not to make eye contact with her.

"Spread you knees apart." She ordered.

I complied.

She looked at my pussy for a moment before leaning forward and gently cupping my boobs in her hands. She squeezed them a little and then spent a few minutes flicking my nipples with her thumbs. I was enjoying her touch and was a little disappointed when she let go with her right hand and let it hang down by her side. I pushed my chest out as if to say "Please don't stop."

I was shocked when her right hand suddenly flew up and slapped the underside of my left breast. She continued with a flurry of slaps and I tried to back away but the guy holding the leash put his knee against my back so that I couldn't. She laughed and stopped slapping. I looked up just in time to see her preparing to spit. I moved my head just in time so that her spit hit my forehead rather than my eyes or mouth. I would have loved to be able to clean it off but there was nothing I could do and I was forced to carry on the next person.

As we went from table to table, I realised that most of the guys either wanted me to bend over so that they could fuck me (a few fucked my ass but most preferred my pussy) or have me suck them off. A couple of them masturbated onto my face or boobs. I didn't mind any of that. It was what I expected and was the reason I was there in the first place.

Most of the women were content to fondle my breasts or simply watch while their men took their pleasure. Several of them pulled their skirt aside and encouraged me to lick them out. I did so with pleasure. It took several hours to go through all of the tables and I was relieved when I found myself back near the dance floor with only one table left.

I knelt in front of the first guy and asked "How may I serve you?"

"Come back to me honey. I want to go last." He replied.

The next two guys fucked my pussy and I gave the third a blowjob and moved back to kneel in front of the guy who wanted to be last.

"How may I serve you?" I asked.

He stood up and unzipped his jeans and pushed them and his underwear down in one go. He wasn't erect yet but I closed my eyes and opened my mouth. I knew it wouldn't take much to get him erect. I felt him rubbing the head of his cock against my lips and knew that I would soon feel his hardening cock in my mouth.

All of a sudden I felt something splash against my face. At the same time I felt someone holding my shoulders tight. I quickly opened my eyes and saw a pale yellow stream coming from his cock. I turned my head to one side so that I wouldn't have any more in my mouth and then felt the stream playing over my boobs. I tried to wriggle free but it was impossible.

When he finished I was allowed to stand up and was then paraded back around the tables. I had cum and spit on my face, in my hair and on my tits. The inside of my thighs were coated with a mixture of spunk and my own juices and if I squeezed my butt cheeks together I'm sure my ass would have blown spunk bubbles. My boobs were bright red and very sore, my knees were scraped and caked with dried blood and my ass hurt so bad I didn't know if I dare sit down.

I enjoyed getting fucked and giving blow jobs. I could even put up with the boob and ass slapping but getting pissed on disgusted me. I was glad when I was led down the stairs and back into the hotel. The cuffs and collar were taken off and I was taken straight into one of the rooms to have a shower. The guy who escorted me downstairs stayed to watch me shower. When I felt clean enough I had the guy run a bath for me in the hope that the hot water would rejuvenate me.

I lay in the tub for quite a while as the guy gently caressed my sore spots with a hot facecloth and, when I got out of the tub he took a soft towel and dried me off. When I was dry he took me into the bedroom and laid me face down on the bed and massaged my back and shoulders. When he was done there he massaged my butt and then went further on down to my thigh and calf muscles.

"Turn over." It was a command that I was happy to obey.

He had taken his shirt off when he was bathing me but I hadn't really paid him any attention. Now that I had started to feel better I had a good look at him. He was well built with powerful arms and muscular torso. Typical of many black guys his skin seemed to have a sheen to it.

He took hold of one of my ankles and spread my legs a little. I watched to see if he checked out my pussy but I didn't see any sign that he was interested. He slid one knee between my legs and the other up the outside of my legs. Then he put his hands at the very top of my leg and started to massage my thigh making no attempt at all the touch my kitty. When he had massaged down to my knee he lifted my leg and massaged my calf again. Then he worked on the muscle that runs next to the shin bone. When he was done he switched legs.

His kneading, squeezing and rubbing had made me feel much better.

"Can I do the same for you?" I asked.

I wanted to reward him but I also wanted to see more of his body, especially the organ between his legs.

"Sure, I'd like that.' He replied.

"Lie on your stomach." I instructed.

I straddled him and started to massage his shoulders. I was impatient to see him naked but didn't want to make it too obvious. When I had spent some time on his arms, shoulders and back I pretended to try to massage his legs through his jeans. I made a clumsy effort before slapping his butt and saying "Turn over. I can't do a proper job with you wearing these pants."

He turned over and I wasted no time in unbuckling his belt and undoing the button on his jeans. Then I realised that his jeans had a button fly rather than a zipper. I started to unbutton the fly and deliberately used a little too much pressure. It had the desired effect. I could see that he was a little bit aroused. When I had undone the buttons I put my hands in the waistband of his jeans and told him to lift his butt up. As he was doing that I quickly hooked my fingers into the waistband of his underwear too. One quick tug and his cock and balls were in view. It wasn't the biggest cock I had ever seen but I knew it would satisfy me.