The Depths of Lust Ch. 02 - Sex Stories

The Depths of Lust Ch. 02

... and keep your mouth quiet. Nod if you understand.'

I nodded, I was dripping with excitement, who would be downstairs? Would they be creative or just wank over me? I was not going to know many of those answers immediately because John grabbed my sleep mask and covered my eyes. 'Don't take it off unless they take it off, all I want to hear is you gasping, you crying, you choking or you slurping.' He tapped my cheek and he clipped the old bruise from yesterday making me wince. 'Got it?' and I nodded once more.

My world flipped as John picked me up and placed me over his shoulder. God I loved his strength, I wanted this bull to split me again right now. Alas it was not to be, but his hard and broad shoulder muscles felt good against my belly as he bounced his way down the stairs to the basement.

John reached the bottom landing and I could hear low music and an excited mix of voices coming from the games room. There was either a young man or a female, older and gravely, but it was such a mix that I couldn't make head or tail of it. Then I heard the fat fuck from next door, his wheezing mouth breathing ways disgusted me, and yet, the idea of being given over to his imagination with no say in the matter almost recreated the river Nile between my legs.

The door was opened and Miranda's voice cut the airwaves, 'This is the slut Sasha, she is your toy to do whatever you like to within the following limits.' I heard her hands with rings tapping loudly on the granite bench ...

... top of the small bar.

'Hey! Listen up or you are out as fast as you got here.'

There was some creaking on the bar seats but only the slow grinding music played while Miranda continued.

'Sasha has been a very bad wife, she has cheated on John in ways that I will leave to your imagination, however she has agreed to being punished in the manner of John's choosing. That is to say, you lot, people she would normally never let touch her or so much as catch a whiff of her hair as she passed by, are allowed to do whatever sexual fantasy you want to her provided it leaves no lasting marks.'

I could hear some rustling and the clearing of a throat or two, Miranda's voice came again 'Yes Tim?'

Tim? Did I know Tim? If so I hadn't given them the time of day to remember someone called Tim, then the wheeze started up and I knew the people in the room must be using aliases, fat fuck was Marlon if memory served me.

His nasal voice grated my nerves, 'Is Sasha on birth control or is that part of the punishment?'

John's voice cut in, 'Sasha is not able to get pregnant at this time, but you are welcome to try 'Tim'.

Marlon aka 'Tim' giggled at that, but likely he was just nervous, how the fuck was he going to get his cock past his wobbly belly?

John lifted my midriff off his shoulder and carried me over to 'Tim', I knew that is where he had taken me as I could feel the heat coming off a large human. I held my breath as I expected him to smell awful, he did sometimes, like ...