Rendezvous With The Bitch

Chapter Two

The Bitch's male friend withdrew his cock from my mouth and used it to briefly wipe away some of his spent cum that had overflowed my mouth.

"Swallow it!" The Bitch said when I hesitated at opening my mouth again for the stranger's cock.

I took the tip of his cock into my mouth again and reluctantly sucked his cock as dry as I could make it. The Bitch then had him untie my ankles and I was allowed to straighten my legs (a relief) and lift myself off the large dildo I was sitting on (bigger relief). The lingering salty aftertaste of the man's cum was still strong in my mouth and at the back of my throat.

"May I have a glass of water?" I asked.

"What for?" The Bitch replied. "You've just had a drink. The only thing sluts like you get to drink in my house is cum, so get used to it."

I almost wanted to cry and I could feel tears burning to escape from my eyes, but they refused to flow. The Bitch had my chin gripped tightly between her thumb and forefinger and she pulled my face close to hers.

"I think you've been keeping a few secrets from me. Haven't you?" she asked.

I had no idea what she was talking about, but I silently shook my head in denial.

"Oh yes you have," she laughed. "Just because you didn't spit out that cum doesn't mean you're still that prim and proper lady. Shit! Only sluts drink cum like you do!"

"I'm not..." I mumbled. The way The Bitch mocked me in her sing-song tone caused a hot flush to burn my neck, ears and eyes.

"Not what?"

"Not a slut," I whispered. The words were barely audible, even to me.

"Yes you are! You're a naughty, little, cock-sucking slut. That's what you are!"

"Your husband has told me you never suck his cock," The Bitch laughed.

It wasn't true - I had sucked his cock a couple of times, but only when he forced himself onto me to do it and even then, he'd always stop if I asked. I was still shaking my head when The Bitch continued to speak.

"I think we should punish you for being a liar as well as a slut," she said.

I glanced nervously around the bedroom. It could almost have been a bedroom in any Architectural Digest magazine -- a king-sized bed with four ornately turned wood columns at the four corners and a canopy dominated the space of the large room, and the wallpaper was a similar subdued, light colored pattern as that in the lounge room and the drapes were heavy, blood-red velvet with an decorative plaster pelmet above. However, I could also see lots a collection of whips and restraints hanging in neatly ordered positions on one of the bedroom walls. The solid Rosewood bed end itself had what appeared to be headstocks built into its design. The Bitch squeezed her fingers squeezed tightly again on my chin.

"Are you listening to me, slut? I said, I think we should punish you. Don't you?"

"Please, you've had your fun," I whimpered.

"Fun?"

"Yes. You know what I mean," I said, not wanting to spell out how violated and humiliated I felt.

"Well, it's up to you whether I punish you or not. Of course, if you don't accept your punishment like a big girl, I won't give you back your husband. I'll keep him - all for myself!"

I couldn't stand the way The Bitch spoke to me, but at the same time I felt a peculiar sense of deserving of any punishment she might give.

"You choice," she repeated. "Tick, tock. Tick, tock."

"OK!" I finally said - the sound of exasperation clear in my voice. "OK. OK."

"Good. Now, what shall I use to punish that naughty lying ass of yours?"

I watched silently as The Bitch wandered over to her collection of looking whips and paddles. Eventually, after making sure I watched her contemplate a number of particularly nasty looking things, she reached down to her bedside table and picked up a hairbrush. It had a large, oval head and what looked like soft, natural fiber bristles. Its handle was long and made of the same filigree silver as the head - an heirloom, maybe, was what I thought.

"Out!" The Bitch said.

Her sharp, crisp command seemed to bypass my brain completely and my feet immediately stepped quickly toward the open door.

Back in the lounge room, The Bitch settled herself back down on the sofa and lightly slapped the hairbrush on her thigh.

"Over here," The Bitch said.

She smirked in that way I hated so much and when I refused to approach, her male friend roughly grabbed my upper arms and almost carried me around the coffee table in front of her. My arms were still manacled behind my back and I was defenseless as the man forced me down across The Bitch's lap.

The position trapped me with my face buried into the soft fabric of the seat on one side of The Bitch, my knees on her other side and my ass thrust defenseless up over her lap. I'm taller than the sofa is long and so my shins rest against the arms of the sofa with my feet in the air above that.

"Tie her ankles together," The Bitch said to her male friend. "I don't want the slut to struggle too much," she added.

I could feel the man's hands and some rope being twined around my ankles. He bound them tightly with numerous wraps of the rope and by the time he finished tying it off between my ankles, I felt helplessly bound and unable to move anything except my hands and feet. I tentatively flapped my feet and tried to separate my ankles, but the ropes held them tight. The Bitch pushed my hands up to the middle of my back and then, without any warning whatsoever, slapped one of my butt cheeks so hard I shrieked.

It felt like a giant bee had just stung my ass. Every nerve ending in my body instantly flared with a burning sensation - a message which once relayed to my brain almost overloaded my senses. Again the hairbrush struck, this time on my other cheek. Strike after stinging strike alternated in quick succession until my shrieks all blurred into one long, anguished scream.

"Will you do something to shut up this slut," The Bitch said.

Her friend moved in and lifted my head by my hair so he could position himself next to The Bitch. His cock was already half-erect again and he forced my mouth onto it.

"No biting. OK?" The Bitch laughed before resuming her savage spanking of my ass.

I desperately sucked hard on the cock while the punishment continued. It quickly became impossible to scream or make much noise at all as I concentrated on swallowing the saliva that flooded my mouth around his stiffening cock. My ass feels like it's literally on fire, especially in the places where she has laid one vicious blow on top of another.

When The Bitch did finally stop, she dripped something cold on my ass. The little bits of whatever it was that fell on the burning area of my ass were soothing and welcome, however, it quickly became apparent this wasn't The Bitch's objective. She released her hold on my wrists but her friend made sure I still couldn't do anything to prevent The Bitch from spreading my butt cheeks and filling the crack with large amounts of cold, creamy lubricant.

"Does that feel good?" The Bitch asked.

My mouth was still full of cock and all I could manage to do to disagree was release a long, high-pitched squeal when I felt her press the rounded tip of a dildo against my slippery anus. When she released her grip that held my cheeks spread, they settled together and made me acutely aware of the smooth, cold metal shaft of the dildo The Bitch obviously intended to use to sodomize me.

I desperately wanted to lift my mouth off the man's cock and protest, but he kept his hand firmly pressed on the back of my head. My struggles became frantic and sensations of pressure against my resisting sphincter muscle increased. Then, in what had to be the ultimate embarrassment, I felt the greasy shaft suddenly slip easily past my resistance and violate my ass.

My hands balled into small, tensely held fists as The Bitch slowly inched the dildo into my ass. I panted and gasped at its advance, struggling to breathe properly through my nostrils.

"You like it in the ass?" The Bitch asked.

It was impossible to speak and I began to fear I might suffocate if I wasted too much energy screaming anymore. I remained as passively still as I could and attempted to relax as best I could while The Bitch slowly penetrated my hole with more and more of the long, smooth thick shaft of the dildo. Then, just as it reached that point deep in my bowel where I felt a sudden and sickening contraction of my stomach, The Bitch began to withdraw it again.

The sensations of it pulling against the inside of my sphincter muscle completely disturbed the uneasy rhythm of my breathing. It was as if any air I had in my lungs was being sucked out of my ass, taking my stomach and all of my innards with it. It was the most disgusting feeling I had ever experienced and filler me with the terror of a thought that I'm might lose what little control I felt of my bowel.

My whined protest escalated in volume and intensity in direct relation to the retreat of the hard, solid shaft past my asshole and butt cheeks. A reflex action tensed every muscle to try and hold onto the shaft. It was a small relief when The Bitch had almost drawn the entire length of the dildo out of my ass but then started to push it back into my ass.

This humiliating torture continued for several minutes until at last, The Bitch pushed the dildo deep into me and pressed my ass cheeks together with the instruction I should hold it in.

"Are you enjoying that?" The Bitch asked.

"No!" I mumbled loudly but likely wasn't understood.

"Good!" The Bitch laughed. She slapped my ass with her hand and told her friend she wanted to get up now.

The two of them then struggled out from under me and helped me to my feet. I stood unsteadily with my ankles still bound and the dildo packed firmly and painfully in my ass.

"Stop. Stop talking or I won't let you speak to your husband!" The Bitch said.

The hope that my husband might come to my rescue instantly silenced me and I watched as The Bitch casually walked over toward the kitchen. Surely, if he saw what was going on, he'd save me. I expected to see my husband suddenly appear when The Bitch returned from the kitchen but instead, she held a cordless phone in her hand.

"I'm going to phone him, and you're free to tell him where you are, if you like?"

I could tell by the look in The Bitch's eye she had already thought of yet more ways to humiliate me. She told her friend to lie on his back on the coffee table, which he did, and he slowly masturbated his cock in a way that appeared to maintain his solid erection.

"Do you really want him to know where you are?" The Bitch asked.

I nodded, but I wasn't so sure as I had been a second ago.

"Really?"

I nodded again but still couldn't say the word 'yes'.

"That's interesting," The Bitch said as she raised an eyebrow at me and smirked with that 'cat's bum' look of puzzlement I'd seen do before. "So, let me get this right. You're going to tell him you're at my place - that you're here sucking cock and having your ass fucked? That's great! We could all become one big, happy family! I'd get to fuck both of you whenever I wanted!"

The sound of her raucous laughter made my skin crawl.

"No!" I finally blurted out. "There must be some other way?"

I had no idea what, but I was desperate for some alternative. It was like being in quicksand and I could see no way out. The Bitch continued to grin at me.

"I know," she said. "Why don't you tell him you're staying the night at a friend's place. You don't have to tell him it's me."

She winked.

My jaw dropped open but words failed to materialize.

"You could tell him you've had a little bit too much to drink - that it wouldn't be safe for you to drive and that you'll be home in the morning."

"What if he offers to come collect me?" I asked, already warming to the way out being suggested but still dreading the prospect of being held over night by The Bitch.

"Tell him not to bother. Tell him the offer has already been made and it would be rude of you to turn it down."

"OK," I finally agreed.

"Good. Now, turn around and sit on that cock," The Bitch said matter-of-factly referring to her friend lying on her coffee table. She was already jabbing one of her long, false fingernails into the keypad of the phone. "You'd better be quick. If he answers before you're sitting, I'll talk to him myself."

I immediately struggled to turn and sit. My ass hovered for a moment above his cock and he used his hands to guide it and my pussy into position. Sitting like that, sidesaddle on his cock, made me feel light-headed and dizzy all of a sudden. The sensations of a large, sore fullness in my ass combined with the largeness of his cock filling my other hole made me short of breath, especially after he reached around my stomach and pulled me so I was sitting fully on his cock and with my toes barely able to reach the floor under the coffee table.

"It's ringing," The Bitch whispered.

I expected her to hold the phone so I could talk into it, but she just stood there listening and waiting.

"Are you two happy there?" she asked.

The man beneath me sighed softly and his hands wandered over my thighs and butt.

"Since you're staying the night, I probably should order a pizza," The Bitch winked at me. "Hello? I'd like to..."

I stared up at The Bitch while the man's fingers wandered. One hand went in search of the base of the dildo in my ass while the other pressed between my thighs.

"They put me on hold, dammit!" The Bitch grumbled and rolled her eyes. "Here. You order something when they come back on the line."

The Bitch pressed the receiver of the phone onto my right shoulder and forced me to hold it there while she stripped out of her sheer nylon nightgown. It dropped silently to the floor.

"Spread your knees for him," The Bitch winked at my tightly clamped thighs resisting the advances of the man's hand.

I feared what would happen if I obeyed, but I did so anyway. His fingers immediately went to work, roughly fingering my clit and scooping wetness from my pussy. A soft whimper escaped from my lips each time his blind probing found its mark, but there was nobody on the line to hear me. Just the annoying but perversely serene sounds of some canned classical music playing softly into my ear.

"It's Friday night. They might be a bit busy," The Bitch said.

The phone clutched in the crook of my neck made it impossible to look away when The Bitch started caressing herself right in front of me.

"Mmmm... you make me hot, slut," The Bitch cooed as she rubbed her hands in a sensuous manner all over herself.

I squirmed on the cock in me when his fingers found my clit and pinched it. My thighs instinctively clamped to hold his hand still and hopefully out of reach of my sensitive clitty.

"Have they answered yet?" The Bitch asked. Her hands clasped her breasts and she toyed with the silver rings pierced in her dark nipples.

"Here, give that to me," The Bitch finally said. She grabbed the phone from me and disconnected the open line. "Are you ready to talk to your husband?"

"Yes," I said, although I realized it was going to be difficult to have any sort of a conversation while my doubly fucked body was ravished by the man and The Bitch stood in front of me masturbating and making all sorts of lewd gestures to me.

Before she dialed the number, The Bitch took a moment to rub the mouthpiece of the phone up between her legs. After she dialed and pressed the phone under my ear, my nostrils immediately filled with the pungent aroma of her juices on the mouthpiece.

The ringing of the phone on the other end of the line became almost hypnotic with tone and rhythmic tone loud in my ear. The Bitch slowly dropped to her knees at my feet and she forced my knees widely apart. I desperately wanted to tell her to stop but I feared the phone would be answered at any second. She pushed her hands up along the insides of my thighs and dislodged the man's hand so she could tease my clitty.

I shuddered at the sensation of her long fingernails lightly lifting the hood of my clit to fully expose it to her view. My husband's voice suddenly came on the line.

"Hello!" I immediately gasped and bit my lips after I greeted him.

"Hello, where are you?" my husband asked. He sounded concerned.

I had to wait a second to regain my composure enough to continue talking while The Bitch teased my tingling clit.

"I'm...I'm at Barbara's," I lied and used the name of a friend from work that my husband would know by name. "She...I...we had a few drinks...I can't drive..."

I heard my husband laugh.

"You're drunk!" he said, obviously mistaking my stammered incoherence for alcohol impairment.

"No! I mean, yes...not...mmmm...yes, oh, a little..."

My husband's continued laughing at least masked a little bit of my breathless torment.

"I'll be home...mmm...in a...in the morning!"

I almost let out a yelp when The Bitch tightly pinched my swollen clit with her fingernails.

"Oh god!" I gasped.

"What?" my husband's laugh suddenly stopped.

"Oh, nothing." I held my breath, bit my lip and closed my eyes as The Bitch twisted my sensitive clit really hard. "Just...I spilt my drink."

My husband resumed laughing. "OK," he said. "Well, have a good time, and don't get too drunk, OK? Say 'hi' to Barb for me..."

"Yes, oh yes. Yes!" I was trying to agree with my husband but each time I said the word, The Bitch pinched my clit.

"I'll..." I was about to say 'see you in the morning' but The Bitch had a wicked, lecherous expression on her face and she was leaning in between my spread thighs to get her mouth close to my clit.

"What?" my husband asked. "Are you there? Hello?"

"Yes!" I gasped as The Bitch's tongue flicked onto my clit. "I have to go!"

"OK, see you tomorrow then. Bye. I love you."

It took a moment but eventually I was able to echo his words with "I love you too."

I frantically tried to signal The Bitch to stop licking my clit and take the phone away from me so the call could be ended.

"Are you still there?" my husband asked after a long moment.

"Yes!" I replied, now breathless.

"You hang up first," he laughed. I would normally have laughed at the corny game we used to play when we first started dating, but it was impossible with The Bitch now sensuously tonguing my clit and playing with my nipples.

The cock I was sitting on remained hard and firm the whole time and even seemed to grow a little larger when I felt his fingers twist the dildo in my ass and make it start to vibrate.

"I love you!" I gasped down the line to my husband.

The Bitch glanced up from between my thighs and mouthed the words at me.

"I love you too," my husband replied. The tone of his voice was filled with affection.

It was clear nobody was going to let me end the call and there was no way for me to do it alone anyway. Not without dropping the phone completely, but I feared if I did that, The Bitch might use it as an excuse to reveal to him what was going on.

"Mmmm!" I moaned softly to myself.

"What?" my husband asked again. There was a playful lilt in his tone that I recognized - that same playful tone he always used whenever he was away from home on business and he wanted to 'talk dirty' to me on the phone.

"Mmmmmmm!" I repeated. "I was just thinking about something..."

"About me?" my husband immediately took my cue.

"Yes! Mmmm" I whimpered softly as The Bitch repositioned her arms behind my thighs so she could push my knees up as well as out further while she hungrily licked and pleasured me with her tongue.

"What about me?"

There was another long silence with nothing but the sound of my shallow breathing resounding in my ear. "Your cock!" I gasped. "You cock, in me!"

With that, The Bitch forced me to swivel around on the man's cock and continued to push back on my knees until I was forced to lie back on his stomach.

My husband began talking dirty to me, giving graphic detail about how he would use his cock on me. I let him talk and only interrupted with soft moans of delight - encouragement for him to continue while the man under me vigorously fucked me pussy and The Bitch's tongue ravished my electrified clit.

I rarely even gave my husband any specific words of encouragement whenever we played our phone sex game, but I desperately needed to end the call as quickly as possible and without leaving him hanging on the other end of the line, potentially to phone back my friend Barbara and find me not with her.

"You cock feels so, so good!" I moaned softly down the line. Mmmm...yes. Yes!"

Each time the man under me bucked up his hips, I felt the vibe in my ass like it was a second cock fucking me in unison with the first.

My husband encouraged me to continue talking. I could hear a slapping kind of sound. The source of the noise wasn't immediately obvious, although I suspected it was the combination of sound - my husband masturbating on the other end of the phone line, and the man's hips slapping up under my ass as he fucked me hard.

The sounds quickly intensified to fever pitch. I sensed the cock in me was close to ejaculating and that my husband's peak was also near. For me, my body felt like it was crippled by wave after wave of orgasmic delight and I could barely focus my eyes on the ceiling up between my knees or anything else.

My husband remained quiet for a few moments until eventually, I heard his voice slightly distant in the background, groan with a soft moan of satisfaction.

A warm sensation flooded my pussy and this was soon followed by a calm stillness beneath me.

"I have to go," I whispered down the phone once I heard my husband's voice again. Really! Bye! See you in the morning!"

"Bye!" my husband laughed. I think he might have been about to say something else, but The Bitch grabbed the phone from my shoulder and ended the call.