A Wife Learns His Rules - Extract

 

As Cleo began to pleasure Annabelle she would have been amazed, horrified perhaps at another display of perverse sexual behaviour was being played out in her own bedroom.

 

Mrs Grant, naked and blindfold rested on the covers of Cleo and Cranston's bed, she was on her back, her arms and legs widely spread, tightly restrained in fact by ropes attached to the four corner posts of the bed. Another woman rested on her knees between Mrs Grant's widely spread thighs, she was young, between 18 and 20 years of age with thick wavy dark hair and a slightly plump yet very pleasing figure, she too was naked apart from shoes and stockings. Her head was bent, her tongue deep inside Mrs Grant's sex while she had a forefinger pushed into Mrs Grant's anus and her thumb probed between the wet labia of the helpless woman's sex. Cranston who was also naked stood at the foot of the bed between the calves of the young woman whose name was Amy. He was thrusting his member deeply into Amy's anus while using a multi stranded whip on her back and the breasts of Mrs Grant. While this anal assault was being carried out Amy was using her other hand to vigorously frig her own sex.

The room echoed to the frantic cries of Mrs Grant and the hard slap of leather on female skin. The blows rained down even more fiercely as Cranston rammed his rock hard member as deep as it was possible to go into Amy's bowel. As the blows caused her breasts to bounce under the impact of the lash Mrs Grant screamed.

"Please Master...please may I cum?"

The whip lashed down catching both nipples causing Mrs Grant to cry out loudly

"Not yet bitch, wait," the whip lashed down on Amy's back, "that includes you as well my little slut."

Cranston increased the speed and depth of his thrusts into his young servant's anal opening, the tight muscle of her anal ring held him firmly. Using the arse of a nubile young woman, he thought, while whipping the tits of another woman what joy, what more could any red blooded sadistic male want?

To be reaming out the anal hole of my wife is that answer to that, but it's early days yet, I'll have a bet with myself that I will bugger the little bitch before the month is out. I wonder if my other slave has succeeded in seducing Cleo yet? She better have or I'll...

The growing sensations of impending orgasm cut short his musings, he brought the whip down hard on the breasts of Mrs Grant and Amy's back before shouting,

"You may release sluts, let go... cum you bitches... cum."

At the point where his cum began to fountain from the slit in the head of his member he pulled it from Amy's anal ring and sprayed her cheeks which were a glowing red from the frequent impacts of the whip. As Cranston gave both her breasts one final lashing with the whip Mrs Grant arched her back as though to receive the searing blows, she gave a guttural cry before falling back onto the bed breathing deeply. Amy moaned, and lifted her head from between Joan Grant's thighs before slumping forward to rest her head on Joan Grant's stomach.

Cranston stood for a short time just looking down at the two women before going to each side of the bed and releasing the ropes retraining the older woman's wrists and ankles. He looked at the two women again for an instant...

"Joan, kneel up, lick Amy's cheeks clean, and then kiss her, you may share my seed."

He watched the depraved display as Joan Grant knelt on the bed alongside the young chambermaid and licked the pearly grey strands from the delightfully rounded reddened cheeks before exchanging a long passionate kiss.

"Very good, now both of you on your knees in front of me."

Seconds later both women were kneeling on the rug before him their buttocks raised high, knees spread wide apart and foreheads pressed into the rug. He looked down at them and nodded.

Not bad, not bad at all, but soon I can have four bitches lined up in a row, now that will be a delight to behold.

He picked up a towel lying on the end of the bed and brought it down hard onto Amy's buttocks.

"Kneel up you little slut," Amy raised herself until she was kneeling upright, "use this to wipe your Master's cock clean."

Cranston watched impassively as Amy busied herself wiping his semi flaccid member. When he was satisfied he told her to kneel prone again. As soon as she had resumed that position he raised the whip and brought it down with great force to impact between her thighs, he heard a very small exhalation but other than that the young woman might have been carved out of stone. He repeated the stroke with Mrs Grant, and once again was rewarded by silence and a total absence of movement.

"Very good, slaves you may kiss my feet and then you may arise and dress. He watched as the two women bent forward each one kissing the bare foot immediately in front of them before standing. They dressed in silence Amy hiding her voluptuous curves beneath her simple maids uniform and Mrs Grant assuming the role of senior housekeeper.