She didn't know what Greta had got into her, but her mind was clear when she awoke, and she knew that she was no longer in the apartment where such incredible things had happened to her.
Emily was stretched out on a bed. A blindfold covered her eyes. She reached up automatically to remove it, and discovered that her hands were tied behind her back. She tried to move her feet, but they were tied also. It felt as if she were bound with silken scarves. It didn't hurt, but she felt helpless.
At least this time she wasn't totally naked, though she might as well have been. She was still wearing the slutty costume Greta had dressed her in, and she felt like a character in a porno movie. Shoes were on her feet, and she knew without seeing that they were spike heels.
"Is anyone there?" Emily called. "Greta? Duke? Chaz? Anyone?"
She heard the sound of a door opening. "Well, it's about time!" she said. "Is there some point to this charade? For Christ's sake, don't you know that I'm not going to fight you? If you want to fuck me, you can fuck me. In fact, I kinda wish you would. C'mere, baby, whichever of you pussy-mad fuckers you happen to be. Pull my G-string out of the way. Look at that cunt, would ya? It's all shaved and powdered and oiled. Mmmm, touch me there, would you, please? I've got such an itch between my legs you wouldn't believe it unless you put your finger in my cunt!"
She could hear footsteps coming nearer to the bed. She strained in her bondage.
"C'mon," she said, "touch my pussy! I'd do it but as you can see, I'm a little tied up. Oh, yes, your hands on my legs. God, that feels soo fucking good. You're tickling me, you devil! Hey! Who are you, anyway?"
Fingers trailed up the interior of her thighs, stroking the tops of her black stockings. She stretched and purred as the fingers traced the sensitive area back and forth, then slid further upward. Emily breathed huskily.
"My pussy," she said. "Touch my pussy. I know you'll like it, whoever the fuck you are."
She moaned as she felt the hands move onto her cuntal bun, covered only by the flimsy mesh and lace of the G-string.
The crotchstrip of her G-string was pushed aside, and she knew that strange eyes stared directly at her shaven pink pussy. To be watched flaw, to be lusted after, by someone whose face she could not see made goose bumps rise on Emily's exposed nipples. She felt wetness oozing in her cunt. Her body ached with lascivious desires.
"Do you like what you see? Greta shaved me bare. I think she ate half the shaving cream she put on me, though. She can't keep her tongue out of my pussy. How about you? Do you want to lick my cunt, too? I think I'd like for you to lick it."
Instead, fingers touched her cunt. She knew now that it was a man fondling her pussy, but she was positive it wasn't Chaz or Duke. There was a kind of gentleness to the touch that thrilled her, though she was dying for some bard fucking.
"Mmmm," she gasped, stretching as his finger caressed the moist slice of her cunt. "Feel how wet I am, how hot my pussy is! My clit is hard! I bet you can feel that too. Oooooh, rub it again, please!"
Her cunt seemed to ignite as his finger stroked the bud of her pink clit. He'd soaked his finger in the juices leaking from her hot hungry pussy, and his finger slipped and slid as it attacked her stiff clit. The fumbling approach sent sparks of erotic energy pulsing through her body and she strained, urging her cunt at him again and again.
"Finger me!" she invited. "Stick it in me! I can take it!"
Easily, he opened her cunt, the tip of his finger stroking around the super-sensitized flesh ringing her pussy tunnel. His finger pushed into her.
Moisture flowed like piss from her sopping cunt. His finger eased deeper into her pussy, and she gasped, shoving her cunt at him insistently. She wanted to spread her thighs, suck him into her cunt, squeeze her legs around him, trap him, kept him there.
"Do you like my pussy?" she asked in a sultry voice, straining in her binding. "Why don't you kiss it? Greta washed me inside and out. I'm as clean as can be, and my cunt tastes just like cotton candy."
She felt his tongue caress the stiffened bud of her clit.
"Oh, fucking God, yes!" she wailed, pushing her pussy into his face. "Suck me, oooohhh, suck me hard! Bite my fucking clit! I want it rough, I want it hard, I want it hot! I'll be your slave, too, your own private sex slave! Do anything you want to me. Mmmm, there's nothing you can do that I don't want, just as much as you! My pussy is soooo fucking hot!"
He slurped her juicing cunt, his finger squishing into her boiling pussy. She squirmed, wriggled, pushed her cunt toward him, taking all he could give her and murmuring her desire for more.
She heard the sound of his zipper sliding down.
"Are you taking out your cock?" she asked. "Mmmmmm, I hope so! I think I want to suck it, baby. Oh, hell, I know I want to suck it! Pull my face down into your lap and I'll show you what cocksucking is really all about."
He left off licking her cunt, but he kept his finger busy up Emily's pussy. She was nervous with eagerness and excitement. Her mouth was salivating just like her pussy, and she licked her lips wetly, drool running down her chin. He put his hand atop her head and guided her downward.
His cock rubbed all over her face.
"Oh, it's a big one!" she told him. "I think it's the biggest one I've ever touched! But it's so hard to tell with my hands tied up. Maybe you could untie me? Then I could do all kinds of slutty, nasty things to your cock while I suck on it!"
While her mouth was open, his cock just slipped inside, and suddenly she was sucking on it. His cock tasted like fresh hot meat, and the tang of his erect prick invigorated her lapping tongue.
She drooled all around the prick as she sucked it. She sucked him deep and hard, taking him all the way into her throat. Her lips scraped against the scratchy tabs of his fly.
"Oh, you've got a sweet hot prick," she gasped, working her head up and down on him. She licked him, from stem to stern, sticking her tongue down into his pants to tickle his balls a little, then rising back up his cock to suck the big swollen cock-knob and tease the pins-slit with the frisky, provocative point of her hungry tongue.
She worked down the underside of his prick, sucking and nibbling his big cum vein, and she felt him throb against her lips.
His finger slicked in and out of her cunt, and she was milking him with her muscles.
"I'm gonna come!" she panted around the cock she was licking. "Oooohhh, baby, you've got me sooo hot!"
Her cunt was squeezing like a vise on his finger, and her juices oozed like piss from the finger-fucked hole.
"Yes!" she whispered to his cock. "Oh, yes, oh, God! I love it, I fucking love it!"
He hadn't spoken a word to her yet. She could taste the jism leaking out of his cock's point, and she teased him with her tongue, anxious to sip a little more of his oozing spunk.
He lifted her head from his cock. He laid her out on the bed, and she felt it when he stood up. Her pussy was empty, the hot juice oozing down her legs, and she lay there twitching.
"Don't leave me like this! Oh, Goddamn you, I need to be fucked!" But then she heard the rustle of his clothing, and she knew that he was stripping down.
When he came onto the bed again, he was stark-naked and his cock stuck out big and hard. He lay beside her, kissing her mouth, her tits. His prick bounced off her twitching thighs.
Her hard nipples protruded above the lacy demi-cups of her bustier. He worshiped her tits with his fingers, pinching the nipples and rubbing them until they lengthened even more, the points throbbing with arousal. He lowered his face to them, kissing the cherry-berry red nipples, then licking them, then pulling them into his mouth for some sweet hard sucking.
"Yes, my tits!" she told him. "Ohhhh! I love the way you suck my tits! Suck them like you love them, baby!"
His hand was on her stomach, rubbing the bare spot between the bottom of her bustier and the low-riding top of her G-string. She moved under him, her body alive with desire, with passion. His hand moved lower, pulling down her G-string.
"Oh, rip the fucker off!" she suggested. "Get your hands back on my cunt! I want your finger in my pussy! Jesus, I want your big yummy cock in my pussy!"
His other arm slipped beneath her body. She felt him fumbling at her wrists, and she moaned as her hands came free. She reached at once for the blindfold, but his hand caught her wrist.
"Okay," she said, "if that's how you want it. I can fuck blind if I have to and I'm expecting you to fuck me blind, mister!"
Her hands free, she was finally able to reach for his cock. His prick was swollen so enormously she could not quite encircle it with her small fist. The excited pulsation flowing through his rigid meat was incredibly arousing to Emily. She'd not known that cocks got this hard, but the proof was throbbing inside her hand. She put her other fist on his cock and she worked him vigorously.
"I wanna be fucked!" she told him. "I have to be fucked!"
He reached down and untied the scarf that linked her ankles together. She kicked her feet out as soon as they were loosened, and her legs spread invitingly.
Jerking on his hot hard cock, she said, "Tear those fucking panties off me, whoever you are, and let's get down to business!"
He took hold of the waistband, and he yanked hard. The band dug into her flesh, reluctant to yield, and she winced in pain, but then it snapped, and he flung the G-string out of the way.
"Oh, yes," Emily sighed, "oh, that feels sooooo good!"
She let go of his cock and rubbed his entire body with her hands. She leaned down to kiss his chest, to suckle his small hard nipples. The hair on his chest tickled her face.
He lay down on his back, and she moved astride him.
"I'm a hot cunty bitch," she announced in a sultry voice, "and I'm gonna ride you like a horsie."
She lifted her bare cunt above his cock and slipped his prick into her pussy.
She squealed, slamming down to take all of his cock into her hot horny pussy. She pound her cunt against him as her pussy stretched to accommodate the thick, swollen rigidity of his cock, and she felt the tip of his big prick grinding back, against the mouth of her womb.
The swollen hardness of his prick was an excitement inside her cunt, made her clit swell as if it meant to burst. She pressed forward, accentuating the cock pressure against her pecan hard clitoris.
She began to slide her cunt up and down on his impaling prick. His cock really was big. The more she fucked up and down on his cock, the tore her pussy stretched to make room for him, and the more she grew used to his size, his horny arousal. He was pumping up into her, almost as fast as she pistoned up and down on his tool, and the friction sent mad waves of pleasure through the tunnel of her pussy.
"Oh, you're fucking me!" she moaned. "You're fucking me soooo good!"
He rolled her over, without missing a stroke, and he mounted her, driving his prick deep into her churning well of pussy flesh. He hit bottom, hard, and she lunged up to swallow him.
"Yes, Jesus, fuck me!" she whined. "Oh fuck me with that big hard cock!"
He was lying atop her, ramming her with his cock, and her hard-nippled tits scorched his hairy chest where it touched her. She screamed with each fresh thrust of his prick.
In the midst of a deep, pussy-burning stroke, she reached up, grabbed the scarf that covered her eyes, and tore it away.
"Andy!" she screamed, hardly believing who she saw atop her body.
It was her husband. His fat, pussy-satisfying cock filled her cunt.
"Hi ya, baby," be said, grinning sheepishly. "You having a good time?"
The bite of his cock continued without letup.
"Oh, Jesus, am I ever!" she confessed. "But how – why – what – oh, Christ!"
The climax hit her in the guts without warning. She simply exploded under her husband, her pussy eating ravenously at his thrusting cock while juices squirted hotly from her cock-filled cunt.
He fucked harder, ramming his prick into her aroused cunt, and she kept on coming.
"Yes, fuck me, you bastard!" she moaned. "Make me come like a bitch!"
She exploded six, seven, eight times before she lost count, and through it all, his rigid prick continued to bang like a piston into her churning pussy.
"No, I'm raw!" she groaned. "You've busted my cunt! I'm dying, Goddamn it! My pussy's torn to pieces! Oh, Jesus, I can't stop coming!"
He slicked his prick out of her. She watched as the big stiff prick emerged from her cunt and her mouth began to water just as juicily as her pussy. Reaching down, she took hold of his cock and rubbed it along the twitching, fuck-agonized slice of her pussy.
"Oh, Christ!" she wailed. "It hurts soooo fucking good!"
He pushed forward and squatted atop her chest. She opened her mouth, making room for his cock. She wailed as he thrust deeply into her mouth. She closed her lips on him and sucked hard as he worked in and out, sliding his hot hard prick across her wet flapping tongue.
She siphoned his prick, but she knew that he was almost there, that in another moment or two her mouth would fill with the hot salty discharge of his jism.
And then it came, gushing from his cock in a torrential flow. She screamed as her mouth received his jism. The vibration of her scream triggered yet another burst of spunk. She was drowning in his orgasm, but she would have suffocated gladly, if only for the chance to taste his hot cream as it gurgled down her throat. Reaching back, he cupped her pussy and squeezed it, and yet another climax ripped through Emily, in tandem with the one she had fucked and sucked out of her husband's cock.
"You bastard," she said finally, when he had gone soft and his cum-sticky cock had slipped out of her mouth. He lay beside her, petting the sweat-soaked curves of her trembling body, his body warm and firm against her own. "You bastard – you did this to me, didn't you? You set up the whole Goddamned thing! You knew everything that was happening!"
"It worked, didn't it?" he said. "My sweet Emily! I am so crazy about you, I wanted to fuck you all the time, and you were so cold. I had to do something. I got the idea from a movie that was playing at a hot-sheet motel where I used to fuck Greta in the afternoons. She took ft from there. Isn't she something?"
"She sure is," Emily said. "And you had me kidnapped and raped, and turned into some kind of sexual animal because you love me? Why didn't you just tell me what you wanted?"
"I did," he pointed out. "A lot of times. But your pussy was always full of ice cubes. Remember that, Emily? You used to be a beautiful, frigid-cunted bitch. I was at the end of my rope. It seemed to be the only way to get what I wanted. And baby, what I wanted was you. Only you. Always you. So here we arc, back home again, from the way you fucked, baby, I don't think you're any the worse for wear. God, Em, did you really let them fuck you in the ass? I've dreamed about doing that to you. It's gonna be a dream come true for me, you better believe it!"
She looked around, for the first time.
"Jesus! This is bur bedroom. God, I never even noticed! Mmmmm, Andy, you threw one hot fuck into me. But I was ready for a hot fuck when you came along. You wanna do it again? Mmmmm!" She reached down to tickle his limp, sticky cock. "Or will this thing get hard again his year? I think he's had a biiiig workout, poor little dude! Of course, he's not so little when he gets aroused, is he? As for sticking it up my ass, that is a pretty nasty idea for you to be bringing up with the woman you love. On the other hand, if YOU really think you can't live without it…"
There was a knock at the door, and then it opened. Greta Burns peeked around the door.
"If those screams were any clue," she said, "I guess everything worked out okay, right, kids?"
She came into the room, fully dressed now, but exuding the same funky sexiness that had conquered Emily. She walked to the bed, strutting on her high heels, smiling like a Renaissance Madonna.
"But I guess this means you and I are history, huh, Andy? Now that you've got Emily fine tuned like your Mercedes?"
"Not necessarily," Emily put in, offering a hand to Greta. She pulled the blonde down onto the bed, then sat up and kissed Greta wetly on the mouth.
"You taste like Andy's cum," Greta said knowingly, winking at Emily. "But if I stuck my tongue on your cock, I'd taste like Emily's cum. Mmmmm, nice idea."
"All I ever wanted was to fuck you, Emily, the way a man needs to fuck a woman," Andy said. "And now I have you. God, do I have you!"
"What makes you think you're gonna be enough for me now?" Emily asked, leaning against Greta, her face rubbing the blonde's cheek.
Andy grinned. Emily looked at Greta, and she smiled.
"He thinks I'm joking," she said. "He thinks I'm joking!"
"Uh-oh," Greta said. "We may have created a monster, Andy."
"We can live with it," Andy said, reaching for both women. "And I'll show you randy bitches who's man enough to take care of a couple of over aroused pussies!"