For those of you reading about my sex life, I hope you enjoy this part. If you have read my stories to date you will know that at, and after my wedding, John, the owner of the hotel had shown me a room behind the beer cellar in the hotel with all sorts of contraptions.
I had never seen these sorts of things before, where women, and sometimes men were restrained and used for sexual pleasure. As you have read I was used in a couple of them by him, his barman and D, my husband.
Before we left on honeymoon John had given myself, and D, membership cards to his chamber of pleasure club.
I.had enjoyed being tied up. abused and, after our honeymoon of, well, debauchery, my mind turned to the thoughts of pain and pleasure.
I had to go back to the hotel to pick.up some wedding presents and things I had left there before going on honeymoon. As luck would have it, John was there. He invited me for a a drink. He asked how my honeymoon went.
I told him most of the escapades that had happened, as he got more drinks.
By the time I had finished telling him.of the sexual exploits and a few more drinks, I was fairly drunk and he had a hard on.
I made the mistake of mentioning the room to him and how much I had enjoyed it the last time, in no time I was following him downstairs to his chamber room.
I recognised the two I had been tied up in, but there were many more. I noticed some cupboards by the walls, John opened them and showed me the contents.
There were dildo's of all sizes, some so big I thought that would be impossible to take.
There were whips, canes, paddles, all sorts of things to inflict pain and pleasure.
John took a whip out, it was like a cat of nine tails, but material not rope.
"This is a favourite of your mothers," he grinned. "Want to try it."
With the drink, I thought if my mum likes it, why not.
"Only if you are gentle with me."
John grinned as he told me to remove my blouse. I was only wearing a blouse and a pair of tight shorts. His cock was like a tent pole sticking out in his trousers as I removed my blouse. My nipples were hard, as he brushed the whip across them. He then started flicking it on my tits, my nipples got even harder as he pulled his arm back and lashed my tits.
Fuck it stung, my hands went up to protect myself. No, he said, you have to learn to take it, to enjoy it. With that he lowered a rope from the ceiling, he quickly bound my hands and hoisted me up. My feet just touching the ground.
I was hanging, defenceless as he teased my tits and nipples with the whip. I could feel my cunt juices starting to flow. He hit me with the whip. Two, three lashes hit me with the full force of his arm.
"You bastard, I said gently please John."
I could see the look in his eyes as he undid and removed his trousers. His cock was rock hard as he lashed my tits.
I screamed in agony, my bladder let go and my urine soaked my shorts before running down my legs.
"That's more like it, you dirty cunt, lets get those shorts off and see if your cunt likes some punishment as well."
I was helpless, strung up, he pulled my shorts off. He ran the whip up my thighs, he flicked it against my bush. I winced as he pulled one leg away, the whip went between my thighs. He got some straps and bound my ankles to some shackles on the ground. My legs were wide open as the whip came up between my legs, striking my cunt lips hard. I screamed in pain as he continued to use the whip on my cunt and tits.
He was stroking his cock with one hand as he walked around me. He whipped my ass, my back.my tits and my cunt over and over. I was crying as my first orgasm hit me. It the most intense orgasm I had ever had. My juices just ran out of my cunt. He pushed the whip up my cunt, fucking me with it.
"Want some more you fucking slut?"
My head said no but my body wanted more. I heard myself moaning, "yes please John."
He continued whipping me as he jerked off, cumming on my thighs. Some of his cum. shot up on my face.
I was in a state of constant arousal as he made me cum over and over. I had never felt the mixture of pain and pleasue, it was so intense. I looked at my tits, they were red, but not marked with welts like I expected.
He lashed me a few more times, then let me down. As my feet were freed he told me to suck his cock. I willingly took it deep in my mouth. He untied my hands, I pulled on his ass, pulling his cock deep in my mouth. He came, he kept his cock in my mouth. I knew what he was going to do as I felt his piss fill my mouth.
"Your are just like your fucking mother, a sex mad cunt, now drink my piss slut."
I could not help myself, I just kept swallowing his urine. After the whipping he gave me I actually found myself enjoying it, I looked up at him with a glint in my eyes.
I squeezed his balls, hard. He slapped my face hard back. His cock was dislodged from my mouth by the force he used. I grabbed his cock and put it back in my mouth. His urine was still flowing. I put the tip of my tongue over his peehole. It sprayed out all over the inside of my mouth.
I felt so degraded, and as horny as hell at the same time. I was fingering myself, my fingers were covered in my cum. I reached between his legs as he shook the last few drops of his pee on my face. I pushed a finger straight up his asshole.
"You fucking whore, that hurt." John said, but did not pull away. I put another finger up his ass and was fingering his rear passage.
"Turn around John,"
He did, lifting one leg over my arm so my fingers stayed up his ass. He bent over, exposing his anus to me. I fingered his ass for a while, I replaced them with my tongue, pushing it right up his ass.
"Oh fuck, don't stop Anna, use your fingers as well."
He was wanking his cock as I as used his ass. My tongue was right up him, as far as I could get it.
"Fuck you,I'm cumming you filthy bitch, don't stop."
He turned around facing me, I put my fingers back in his asshole, I pounded his ass with my fingers as he shot his cum over my face and tits. I took his cock in my mouth, sucking all his spunk out.
It was dripping down my face and tits, I was smiling up at him as I licked my fingers from his ass.
I pulled my wet shorts on, my blouse was sticking to my body with his cum. He dressed and we went back upstairs. I didn't care who saw me, I sat at the bar and the barman grinned as he poured me a large white wine.
"Enjoy your session?" He asked.
"I loved it, so much more to try, when is the next party?"
"Next weekend, but it's fully booked and will be a lot worse than what you have experienced so far."
"Please John, I would love to see what happens and join in. You know what I am like, I would let you do anything to me."
Finally he agreed and told ma to dress like a tart,or a school girl, as the guys liked that. I agreed and finished my drink and drove home.
After our marriage we had managed to rent a flat, it was the upstairs of an old house. A couple in their sixties owned the house. The entrance led to the stairs for us and a separate door to their downstairs, where they lived.
Luckily they were out as I got back. I didn't want them to see me soaking wet and covered in cum. I had a bath and went out to get some shopping.
When I got back I took two bags up and came down for some more. He was coming in from the garden as I struggled with two more bags of shopping.
His name was Peter and he offered to help me. He picked up the heavier bag and told me to go first. I knew what he wanted, he was always looking up the stairs as I climbed them. No doubt getting a good look at my ass.
I smiled and thanked him as I went up in front of him. He must have had a good view up my skirt. I then realised that after my bath I dressed quickly to go out, no bra and no knickers. My tits and ass still being a bit sore.
I thought I might as well make his day and put my bag down, bending over as I did so. He had a clear sight of my bare ass and cunt as I bent over, pretending to struggle with my shopping.
I heard him gasp and cough, I picked my bag up and got to the top of the stairs. Our door was open and I walked into the kitchen and put my bag down. Peter arrived with the other bag.
"Thank you Peter, that was kind of you. Would you like a cup of tea or something?"
"Glass of water would be nice, thank you."
I poured him a glass of water and got busy putting the shopping away. As I bent over to put stuff in the cupboards I kept my legs straight, know my skirt would ride up. I also managed to undo two buttons on my blouse. I brushed past him a few times. Stop teasing him, I said to myself.
He always seemed to be at the bottom of the stairs when I came home, trying to get a look up my skirt.
I could see he had a bulge in his trousers as I poured myself a glass of wne. As I leaned over he was looking straight down my blouse. I knew he could see all my tits, my nipples.
"Would you like some Peter, wine I mean?"
"Please."
I stood next to him as I poured his wine out. He put his hand on my ass. I stayed still, not moving. I smiled at him. It seemed to encourage him as he moved his hand, rubbing my ass.
"Peter, that's naughty of you," I said as I pushed my ass back. He put his glass down and his other hand slipped up under my blouse holding a tit. The hand on my bum went up under my skirt. He was gently stroking my bare bum and fondling my tits. He leaned against me, I could feel his cock against my thigh.
My hand went down, rubbing his, by now, hard cock.
"Oh, god you don't know how often I've dreamed of this." He said.
I spread my legs as he ran a finger over my cunt. I undid his trousers, pulled them and his underpants down.
"Well lets make sure you enjoy it, I will give you a blow job if you like, but no fucking."
"Can I see you naked then, please Anna?"
"Your old enough to be my grandad, Peter, but if you behave yourself."
"I promise," he said so I removed my blouse and dropped my skirt.
"Fuck, your gorgeous, those firm tits, that beautiful bush."
I was stroking his erect cock, he was already leaking some fluid as I got on my knees and took his cock in my mouth. He was cut and a good 7 inches, I looked up at him.
"Nice cock Peter, bet you have had many a happy girl sucking it for you?"
"No, my wife Beth won't do it, she hates it. Says it is disgusting. Oh fuck that feels so good."
I concentrated on giving him the best blow job of his life. My tongue licked the length of his shaft, I pushed the tip of my tongue in his peehole, I sucked his balls and took the full length down my throat.
He was moaning from the start, he started to fuck my mouth holding on to the back of my head. I knew he would cum quickly, he went to withdraw his cock, but I pulled his ass tight so his cock was trapped in my mouth.
I heard him say he was cumming, he still tried to remove his cock. I sucked hard on it, he shot his load and I swallowed it all, he shot two or three loads, I kept sucking his cock.
"Peter, Peter are you up there," His wife Beth shouted from the bottom of the stairs.
"Just coming dear," he said as I sucked the last few drops of his spunk out.
