Party Girl

"Suck it, you fucking whore. That's what you came here to do isn't it?" My wife hissed. Dinah screwed up her face and turned away from me while pursing her lips together as tightly as she could. That suited me just fine for now so I stepped towards the kneeling girl and started to rub my thickening dick on her face. Starting at her hairline and working down over her eye sockets, nose and mouth; I used her skin for my sensory pleasure. Dinah clearly hated being treated in this way, trying to wriggle and squirm away from me at every touch while also fighting to breath against Cathy's vicious chokehold.

Once I had achieved the full weight, if not the full hardness that I wanted, I started using it to hit Dinah in the face, causing further struggles. I began with little taps on her cheeks but Cathy urged me to do more despicable deeds. "Fucking fuck that bitch up." She said with less than her trademark eloquence. "Make her our whore." Jesus, this was getting intense. Using my rod, I slapped Dinah hard in the face repeatedly, enjoying her discomfort and shame.

When she could see that I had achieved full hardness, Cathy growled into Dinah's ear. "Now suck his dick, you bitch." Dinah protested, struggling against Cathy's hold on her neck but she was held tightly. "Make her do it, honey." Cathy said to me. "I want to see her choke on your dick." Dinah looked panicked, kneeling at my feet, but the way my wife was talking like an audition for Brazzers was driving me nuts. So, with one hand, I grabbed Dinah's cheeks either side of her lips and squeezed until she opened her mouth enough that I could angle in the head of my cock. Again, she tried to turn her face away but Cathy would not let her.

Between Cathy pushing towards me and me pushing towards Cathy I got my dick seated into Dinah's mouth, despite her resistance. Once I was in, I moved both hands to the side of her head and gripped her hair firmly, entwining my fingers into the strands. Once I was holding her, Cathy released her hold. Dinah gasped for air around my shaft, fully able to breathe for the first time in minutes. Poor Dinah, that wasn't going to last.

I started pulling her face towards my groin while pushing my cock into the back of her mouth. She was making no attempt to suck me so I was going to have to fuck her face. Cathy came round to the side so she could see what was happening and talk right into Dinah's ear. "Is this what you wanted, you fucking bitch?" she snarled. Dinah made no reply; she was in full panic mode and unsure what to do. Her long-term friend / previous lover was forcing himself on her while his wife degraded, assaulted and abused her. This probably wasn't a problem she had anticipated.

Blowjobs given with enthusiasm, attention and affection are brilliant. This was not one of them. I was merely using the hole in her face to get myself off, she was not really doing anything back. Despite this, I was enjoying myself immensely as her warm, wet mouth encased my angry, red cock. I was also enjoying the way my wife was controlling the action.

I had been humping her face for what seemed like a long time before she even realised that her hands were now free and she could use them to try and push me away. Unluckily for her, her position gave no leverage and I was easily able to ignore her pushing and grasping hands. Cathy got up from the floor and came around behind me. Reaching around my waist she undid my belt and my trousers. I assumed this was so I could get Dinah down to the base of my dick and Cathy be able to watch, but again, as usual, I was wrong.

Cathy tugged my trousers down to my ankles where I set to kicking them off while keeping hold of Dinah. Meanwhile, Cathy quickly stripped my belt out of the belt loops on my jeans. She went back behind Dinah and growled in her ear. "Now you listen here you little fuck tart. My husband is my husband. You don't get to try and interfere with our marriage. But, as you said you want to borrow him, then I'll allow it, but on my terms. And my terms are severe. Now first you are going to suck him off. And you are going to make it good. If you don't, you will be punished."

Dinah tried to shout something but with my tool in her mouth all we got were muffled noises that certainly didn't sound like acquiescence. Nor did her actions suggest that she was listening to Cathy. She kept her mouth open and allowed me to push my thick shaft between her lips but she was taking no active part. She was also still pushing against my thighs to try to create some space. She was arching her back away from me like a cat trying to cough up a hairball and her body language was all about resistance.

"I'm not giving warnings tonight. Do what I tell you straight away." Cathy said and then brought my belt down in a stinging crack across Dinah's shoulder blades. The action surprised two thirds of the people in the room. Dinah jerked her head back and howled with pain. I, unprepared, let her head go as she moved so quickly. As she reeled backwards, Cathy caught her hair and gripped it tightly. She hissed into Dinah's ear, "I. Said. Suck. Him." Then she pushed her face back forward towards me.

Dinah was still too shocked from the stinging slap of the belt to do anything useful, so I grabbed her hair again and pulled her down on my cock but, once again, she was the dumb recipient not the active participant. This proved to be a mistake. Cathy raised and brought down the belt again, this time lower on her back across where her kidneys sat. It made another deafening crack. Dinah leapt like she had been shot, but I was ready for her this time, so her head stayed in place while her arms and legs flailed.

After that, Cathy started thrashing her with the thick leather belt; raining down blows across every bit of visible skin. My wife can be a little fiery and direct when she knows what she wants, but I had never seen her behave like this. This wasn't a gentle spanking; she was causing real physical pain to this girl. And this was a girl we were friends with, despite her poor behaviour tonight. I felt guilty. I would have felt more so, but it was impossible to have an ethical debate with myself while a beautiful naked girl was flogged at my feet for my enjoyment. Cathy and I had discussed scenarios exactly like this as roleplay and suddenly my fantasy was playing out right in front of me. And I was a part of it.

Tears stream down Dinah's face as she winced with every impact, but she was finally starting to get the hint. She moved her hands to the base of my cock and, for the first time, closed her lips around my shaft and started to give proper head. She arched her back like a cat stretching, the beautiful curve of her spine let me see the damage my wife had wrought. Dinah's back was crisscrossed with angry red welts. Interestingly, only one or two were on her butt cheeks, somewhere Cathy herself loved to be spanked, and I thought (consciously or unconsciously) Cathy had done this to reduce the possibility of Dinah enjoying the torment. She was flushed all over her body with her skin taking on a pink tone under her olive complexion but the places where the belt had bitten into her were raised and very, very red.

Cathy was breathing hard from the exertion, and her face was alive with energy. She tossed her hair back into a neater position and dropped the belt on the floor. She pulled off her top and kicked off her jeans, leaving her in a matching set of dark red, silky lingerie that I had never seen before. I was sure this was meant to have been part of my birthday present if we hadn't been interrupted by Dinah's bad behaviour. In what might be the sexiest move I have ever seen, Cathy locked eyes and, with a sexy smile, walked straight towards me for a kiss, ignoring the girl on her knees between us. She crashed her lips against mine and we kissed passionately and deeply. The extraordinary part was that she used her groin to pin Dinah to my cock, pushing her hips forward and forcing Dinah to go deeper and deeper.

As a display of dominance, I can't think of anything that would top Cathy thrusting her hips back and forth, pressing the back of Dinah's head closer to her husband so that she had no option but to suck deeper, faster, and harder. The previously noisy room, filled with smacks and shouted exhortations was now silent but for the wet sounds of lips, tongues and cocks meeting.

This would go down as the most erotic kiss of my life. My wife, who I loved dearly, was forcing another girl to pleasure me while she also kissing me like we were teenagers. It was extraordinary. Having Cathy to hold Dinah in place freed up my hands to roam across my wife's body, stroking, grabbing and kneading at her beautiful curves. When our kissing reached its natural conclusion, Cathy took a step back, allowing Dinah to slump on the floor. Interestingly, she didn't try to get away, she just stayed there, catching her breath and staring at the ground. Cathy continued to ignore her. She looked deep into my eyes and said something shocking but thrilling.

"I want to see you fuck her." She said.

Dinah looked up from her position on the floor and gazed into my eyes. She was afraid, for sure, she already looked exhausted, but she didn't say no and she didn't try to stop me. I bent down and scooped her up in my arms then dropped her on the bed.

Cathy was on her in a flash. She grabbed a fist-full of Dinah's hair and started dragging her around the bed. By climbing up into the centre of the mattress, she gave her captive no option but to follow and in moments, Dinah was centred on the bed, face down with Cathy holding her head still. From the minute her towel had dropped off, she had been entirely naked, so even as my wife manoeuvred her, I couldn't help but stare at her gorgeous, shapely, olive skinned arse. From where I was stood, I could see between her cheeks and see her rosebud and, below it, just a hint of her puffy lips peeking out at me.

"Go on, do it. Fuck her." I looked to my wife, she was excitedly looking at her prone hostage. She was really getting off on being in charge and I wondered how much her actions were guided by a desire for vengeance and how much they were guided by desire itself. Dinah whimpered as I climbed onto the bed and straddled her legs. Cathy harshly told her to shut up. I crawled my way along her supine body and she flinched when my dangling, spit-slick cock dragged up the back of her thigh. I settled myself just south of her arse and spat in my hand, before rubbing the wetness around her lips. She flinched again as my fingers came in contact with scorching hot, waxed labia.

"No, wait!" gasped Dinah, but it was too late. I had my dick in my hand and I lined it up with her hole. I started to press my hips forward; Dinah groaned and arched her back at my intrusion but Cathy held her still.

"This is what you came here for, wasn't it? You came to try and steal my husband, well guess what? Now you've got him, and you don't look that thrilled. I need to see some enthusiasm from you or I will make this much, much worse."

For my part, I WAS thrilled. Penetrating Dinah's tight pussy felt fantastic, even if I only had the head of my cock inside her. Of course, such things are addictive, and I couldn't help but press forward more, forcing her to take inch after each inch.

Dinah continued to groan as my meat filled her up. She wriggled constantly, trying to get some purchase on the bed but Cathy was holding her down with a fistful of her hair. There was nowhere for her to go. Eventually, I was seated fully inside her so paused at that depth, enjoying her tightness as she struggled with me. Still with a firm grip of her hair, Cathy lent over and kissed me on the mouth. I don't know how we had ended up in that situation, but at that moment it felt like we were closer than ever.

"Now show her what you can do." My wife ordered me. Cathy loved being prone-boned. It was one of her favourite positions, not least because of how submissive it made her feel. I rested my weight on Dinah's back, gripping either side of her rib cage, and started to pump my hips forwards and back, drawing myself in and out of her tight slit. "Yes, yes, fuck. Fuck her harder." My wife urged me on, while stripping off her bra and pants.

Dinah's only contribution to this entire act, other than being the vessel for my manhood, was to groan. She was clearly uncomfortable being sandwiched between us, but I could also feeling feel her getting slippery and wet as I fucked her again and again. I transferred all my body-weight through one arm, putting it all onto one side of Dinah's rib cage. She grunted in response, and with my now-free hand I reached out for my wife, first cupping a breast, then as much of her as I could reach. I was loving fucking my old friend, and the manner that we were doing it was only making things hotter, but I wanted my wife to be very clear I still only loved her. My wife was obviously not feeling as insecure as I had feared, though. She batted away hand and said "Oh honey, don't worry about me, I will get mine."

She climbed her way onto the bed until she was in front of Dinah. She swung a leg up and over the girl's head, so she was straddling her, then scooted closer until her wet pussy touched the top of Dinah's sideways head. Through all of this, I kept up a fast and deep rhythm. Sweat was already breaking out all over my body but this was a once in a lifetime opportunity so I knew I had to grit my teeth and make the most of every second.

Cathy reached forwards with both hands and lifted Dinah's face so she was looking up at her tormentor. "You're a free spirit aren't you, Dinah? You like to live on the wild side? Don't you? Have you ever been with a girl before?" Dinah stiffened underneath me, realising what was likely to come next. "Get your fucking mouth on me bitch. I want you to make me cum."

This was a fascinating development.

Cathy was not a lesbian. She wasn't even bi, as far as I knew. But when we had role-played scenarios like this in the past, she had used the thought of forcing a straight girl to lick her out as yet another form of degradation to subject our submissive to. That said, from where I was, I could look directly at my wife's sweet pussy and see the glistening moisture that told me that this was not entirely an act.

Dinah wriggled uncomfortably as she tried to turn her face away from my wife's glistening lips. Cathy's hands held her in place though and I used pressure on the back of her neck to push her forward into her task. Still lacking the compliance she demanded, Cathy swung a sharp, stinging slap to Dinah's face, delivered with a crazy smile. This seemed to do the trick though.

"That's it, do it! "Hissed Cathy as Dinah's tongue grazed the bare skin around her pussy. I pushed harder on Dinah's head and was rewarded with a theatrical sigh as Cathy made it clear that Dinah had started using her tongue in earnest. "That's it, bitch; lick my cunt."

I resumed my thrusting, jiggling Dinah backwards and forwards on the bed as I pounded her from above. Cathy continued to dig her fingernails into the side of her slave's head, ensuring she didn't break from her task of serving her. I looked into my wife's eyes and she gazed back, I had never seen her look so lustful. She was wild. Her hair was all over the place, her make-up was smudged at the corners of her eyes, but she looked like a queen nonetheless.

Dinah, on the other hand, looked thoroughly beaten. She had entirely acquiesced to the fucking that I was giving her, and was no longer even protesting about having to orally service my wife. She was now firmly in survival mode, doing whatever she was told in order to avoid further punishment.

That did not necessarily mean that she wasn't getting anything out of it though. The more I fucked her, the more her breathing deepened. And, every so often, a particularly deep thrust would elicit a groan from our captive. At the same time, I don't know whether it was the booze or the taboo of having a woman lick her; or if Dinah was just much more skilled than I was (which was probably the truth) but Cathy was also quickly ramping up the heights of pleasure. I could see the tell-tale red flush spreading across her chest as well as hearing increasingly strained exhortations to Dinah to lick harder and faster.

She started using the motion of her hips to get Dinah's tongue exactly into the spot she wanted and, before any of us knew what was happening, suddenly my wife was coming. She had only received a few minutes of attention, but the emotional intensity in the room was playing havoc with her self-control.

The orgasm was the loud and showy the type that you see in porn films, which wasn't Cathy's normal style, but it was also very, very real. Cathy dragged her pussy up and down Dinah's face while Dinah lapped furiously at whatever was put in front of her. Cathy, in turn, exhausted her vocabulary of profanity in telling us all (and probably the neighbours) exactly how good it felt to be eaten by a woman. I could see the spasming in Cathy's abdomen as her muscles went crazy with pleasure. Her toes curled and even her cute nose scrunched up as her entire body tensed and flexed under the waves of sensation assaulting her. As the orgasm peaked and started to subside, Cathy shocked us all again by pulling Dinah's face up and out of her soaking cunt and swinging another vicious slap that made Dinah squeal with pain.

"Flip that bitch over." Cathy said harshly, seemingly having shaken off her orgasmic buzz in a heartbeat. I did as I was told, keen to avoid that fury. Gripping Dinah either side of her waist I slid myself free of her gorgeously slick tunnel and rolled her onto her back. I was surprised to find Dinah looking a little similar to Cathy. She had the red colouring across the top of her chest, her eyes were unfocused (though that could have been the cocaine) and she was clearly close to orgasm herself. The one major difference was the blazing red handprint on the side of her face, courtesy of my fair wife.

Not waiting for further instructions, I immediately slipped back between Dinah's legs and scooped her thighs up in my hands. Her pussy was completely exposed to me and I drank in the site for a second before tilting my hips to align my shaft and plunging back to full depth; Dinah groaned and rolled her eyes back into her head. I picked up where I had left off, pistoning hard. Her tightness felt amazing and I could feel the orgasm gathering force within myself. I was confident, however, that I would be able to last a bit longer. Dinah, on the other hand, was nearly there now, as my pubic bone repeatedly bumped against her clit, causing un-ladylike grunts to escape the lips of our plaything. It was time to push her over the edge.

I dug my toes into the mattress for purchase and started throwing everything I could into my strokes. Cathy crawled over to Dinah with a look of significant malice in her eyes. I guessed (wrong again?!) that she was about to slap her. Instead, she wrapped her slim hands around Dinah's neck and started to squeeze. I was at least 50% sure that this was a sex thing and not an attempted murder, despite the fact that Dinah started turning red almost immediately.

Sweat was dripping from my body as I fought with my muscles to continue the assault on her pussy while, at the other end, Cathy squeezed harder and harder. Poor Dinah's eyes rolled back in her head and, with the veins standing out on her temple, she orgasmed involuntarily. It might have been the craziest thing I've ever seen. My wife continued her vitriolic abuse, calling her every single name she could think off while also encouraging her to "Cum all over her husband's big dick." Dinah was trying to groan with pleasure but only strangled noises came from her poor, abused throat. I could feel her wetness dripping from her and running down over my balls.