The Depths of Lust Ch. 02 - Sex Stories

The Depths of Lust Ch. 02

... he had taken a shit and couldn't reach around his bulk to wipe up.

I was eventually forced to take a whiff, for once he must have taken care because his clothes didn't smell bad, or his body odor was through them.

John's voice came again, 'Sasha is allowed to speak once to you all right now, I am going to ask her some questions and you're going to listen attentively.'

This was new but I was pretty sure I knew where this was going, he was going to get me to publicly say in front of all of them I was here of my own free will and going to do my best to please all of them in order to make it up to John.

Sure enough, I hit the nail on the head, well mostly. I willingly spouted it all.

'Sasha, why are you here?' John's voice growled, I replied 'I am here because I cheated on you with a group of deviants who fucked me every which way till I had liters of cum running out of my pussy and arse, and still more cum churning in my stomach from all the cock I sucked. I brought the mess home to you without so much as thought for your feelings or the mess it would leave on the carpet.'

John's hand tightened on the back of my neck, 'And you did all that without so much as a thought for all your friends and family, without thinking about the example it would set for your daughter, without giving your neighbors the chance to show you a good time, without even asking me if you could go.' I felt his hand's pressure, he was angry again at the thought of it, not that I had done ...

... it I am sure now, but that I didn't ask him, or allow him to go with me.

Also it could be because I hadn't yet given him any details of exactly where or what I had done yet and hearing it without warning was additional sting. I was sure I would more than make up for it.

John spoke one last time 'No permanent marks, no choking till she is unconscious, other than that, I leave her to your tender care.' The last comment was met with some nervous tittering but I felt his hands leave my neck and his heat move away from me, the door behind me opened and closed, his feet faded up the stairs.

The basement was the games room you might expect in a house of wealthy people, open space, tv screens, pool table, a small gym and the obligatory completely unnecessary full bath room with steam shower.

I hoped that they would get creative with all the objects available to them, perhaps someone would think to get one of the bottles from the bar and use it as a dildo? Maybe someone would use the access to the garage to get the power saw and attach something interesting. But really it started in the usual way of inexperienced bumbling sex amateurs.

There was the "zip" of pants and the rustle of clothes, for fuck sake, too soon! Like at least tie me to something!

Miranda walked me over to the table tennis table, that table always has somewhat of a sharp edge to it, she shoved me hip first into it, then as she walked around to the other side, dragged my head down with my hair to ...