The Journey of Mrs. Small - Sex Stories

The Journey of Mrs. Small

... has ever done this to me before,” she told him as she finished. He reached for some tissue. “You haven’t seen anything yet,” he told her. A gasp escaped her lips and that far away look came over her face. He was ready to fuck her again. He was hard and excited but he would wait. He turned her around and untied one of wrists. “You’re overdressed,” he told her as he took off her blouse and then her bra. Minutes later she was fully restrained again. She looked away as he looked at her full nakedness. He knew she was shy but he still reached for her chin. “Better get used to me seeing you naked,” he told her looking her in the eye. “You’re my whore now and I’m going to be using you regularly.” He added as he cupped her breasts. He took her back to the bedroom and picked up the cane. She looked at him expectantly but he took her by the arm and guided her to the stairs. Moments later they were back in the shop. Her eyes widened as she saw all the delights around her, as he took her on a tour. He wanted to see her reaction. He wanted to see what else interested her. She remained silent until she reached the anal section. Her eye suddenly caught the box with root ginger inside. “Ginger?” she asked. He nodded and picked up a piece. “What on earth is that used for?” He smiled. He knew exactly what he was going to do with her next. “I’ll show you,” he told her as he took her by the arm. She started to move and then stopped again at the shelf containing enema accessories. “Enema’s?” ...

... she said. “Very popular,” he told her. She gasped. “We have a group of local enthusiasts,” he started to say. “They have one of those tables that they use for autopsies; drainage facilities and the like “ He could see her imagination beginning to run wild again. “I watched them once with a lady friend of mine. They tied her down on the table; face down and naked. Then they pumped her full of warm water and waited. You could see the pain on her face getting worse and worse as she tried her best to hold on; trying her best to hold back from doing that most undignified of bodily functions. She started to grunt and groan. Her body began to shake as she held back. A couple of the men started to touch her as they urged her on. They kept on telling her to let go but she kept shaking her head as she grunted and groaned. In the end she let go. She had to; she couldn’t hold it back forever.” Jack told her. “And she actually... “ Jack nodded. “They hosed her down after she finished and then they took her to the bathroom; washed and dried her and then took her to the bedroom.” “They fucked her?” Jack nodded. “Gangbanged her?” Jack shook his head. “No,” he told her. “She pulled a train.” “ Pulled a train ?” “It’s similar to a gangbang,” he told her. “but more dignified. A gangbang is a free for all; cocks in every hole, sort of thing. When a woman pulls a train she takes one guy at a time. They all stand in line waiting their turn until the guy fucking her is finished. They will usually go ...