Depths of Depravation

by Ray Gordon

  ‘I thought you might come round,’ Tony said, closing the door as Belinda walked past him into the hall. ‘Why have you been trying to cause trouble?’

  ‘Me?’ Belinda said. ‘You’re the one who…Look, we’re not going to get anywhere by arguing. Desiree is caught up in the middle of this nightmare and I want it to stop. At her age, she shouldn’t be going through this. She should be enjoying her life, Tony. Not having to play these ridiculous mind games.’

  ‘Mind games? She’s not playing mind games, Belinda. Look at the simple facts. Desiree wants a relationship with me. I don’t want to be anything more than friends with her. But I do want a relationship with you.’

  ‘So, you use her as a pawn in order to get what you want from me?’

  ‘No, not at all.’

  ‘You’ve threatened to screw her, Tony. You’ve said many times that it’s either me or my daughter. You’ve blackmailed me into having sex with you.’

  ‘Be honest with yourself. You want sex with me, don’t you?’

  ‘No, no I don’t.’

  ‘Oh, come on. You love a good shafting. You love sucking the spunk out of my cock, feeling my spunk flooding your tight little pussy and –’

  ‘Stop it, Tony. For God’s sake, stop it.’

  ‘The truth hurts? Is that it? As you said, we’ll get nowhere by arguing. I know that you think I’m a bastard, and you’re probably right. The thing is…I’m a normal man, Belinda. And Desiree is an extremely horny sixteen-year-old girl. I live alone and, at times, I need company. I also need physical contact, as you do. Your husband is away for weeks at a time. All I want is for us to enjoy sex together.’

  ‘Yes, but…Had you not dragged Desiree into this, things might have been different.’

  ‘You’d have opened your legs for me?’

  ‘No.’

  ‘There you are, then. Had it not been for Desiree, we wouldn’t be enjoying a sexual relationship.’

  ‘We’re not enjoying –’

  ‘I can read you like a book, Belinda. You love cold, hard, crude sex with me. Admit it.’

  ‘I will admit that I get lonely at times. And I do enjoy sex. But I’m married, Tony. Where will this lead? Where will my adultery take me? Inevitably, to the ruination of my marriage.’

  ‘Why should it? You’re making this unnecessarily complicated. I need sex, Belinda. I either have sex with you, or Desiree. It’s as simple as that.’

  ‘Blackmail.’

  ‘Call it what you like. Desiree wants me. I want her to carry on with her studies and get somewhere in life. However, if you’re not going to give me what I want, what I need, then…’

  ‘Then you’ll ruin Desiree’s life? I’ve already agreed to have sex with you, Tony. All I’m asking in return is that you stick to your side of the deal.’

  ‘I am sticking to it. Good God, I could lure Desiree into my bed at the drop of a hat. Why haven’t I done that? Because I’m sticking to my side of the deal. As I said, you’re the one who’s causing trouble, making things difficult and creating problems. Now, as Desiree is at college, I’d like you to strip naked.’

  ‘I can’t, I have things to do.’

  ‘Yes, you do have things to do. You have your master to…’

  ‘Later, maybe. I have to go into town and…’

  ‘Strip naked, Belinda. Show me that you’re an obedient slave, and I’ll promise to keep Desiree out of this.’

  Unbuttoning the front of her summer dress, Belinda hoped that Tony would at last leave Desiree out of the equation if she did as he asked. If he stopped his lewd jokes, his taunting and threats…But, at what price? Adultery. Maybe he was right, she mused, tossing her dress onto the sofa. Perhaps her adultery wouldn’t lead to the ruination of her marriage. Why should it? If she only saw Tony when her husband was working abroad, if Desiree’s suspicions were allayed, why should her adultery come to light and destroy her marriage?

  But, still a question nagged Belinda. Was she agreeing to become Tony’s sex slave to preserve Desiree’s virginity? Or was she doing it because, at heart, she was a slut? If only Brian had been a little more adventurous in bed, she mused as she stood before her master in her bra and panties. If only he’d paid a little attention to her feminine needs, her inner desires. But he hadn’t, and there was no point in looking back. Her sex life with Brian was boring, staid and completely unsatisfying. Unable to recall when she’d last enjoyed an orgasm with her husband, she knew that nothing would change. Sex with her husband was bland. But, with her next-door neighbour…Tony had no idea how to treat a lady. But he certainly knew how to treat a common slut.

  Her full breasts tumbled from the cups of her bra as she unhooked it. Then she slipped her panties down and kicked the garment aside. Tony looked her up and down, his huge grin showing his obvious appreciation for her curvaceous body as she stood naked before him. You love a good shafting. You love sucking the spunk out of my cock, feeling my spunk flooding your tight little pussy…Once a slut, always a slut, she reflected, as she recalled Tony’s words. Why try to deny it? She’d lusted after boys during her teens and had successfully quashed her darker side throughout her marriage. Perhaps the time had come to allow her true character to surface once again.

  ‘I want you to get into the role of a sex slave,’ Tony said. ‘Get on all fours and crawl around for me.’

  ‘Tony, I’m not going to…’

  ‘Just do it, Belinda,’ he said, raising his eyes to the ceiling.

  ‘I’m not going to crawl around on the floor like an animal. I’ve agreed to have sex with you, but I’m not going to be treated like an animal.’

  ‘Is it love you’re looking for?’ he asked, stroking her erect nipples.

  ‘I have love with my husband,’ she returned.

  ‘In that case, it’s sex you’re looking for.’

  ‘No, I…’

  ‘Belinda, we both know that you want cold, crude sex. There’s nothing you’d like more than to be treated like an animal and used for hard sex.’

  ‘I’m not just a lump of female flesh to be used and abused.’

  ‘That’s what you really want, isn’t it? I’ve told you before to be honest with yourself. Let yourself go and enjoy your body. Once you get into the role of my sex slave, you’ll be gagging for a hard fuck.’

  Taking her position on the floor, she knew that her vaginal lips were bulging below her bottom, nestling alluringly between her slender thighs. Although humiliated and degraded as Tony stood behind her and commented on her firm buttocks, she realised that she was also highly aroused. Crawling around on the floor like a dog, her sex crack crudely displayed to her master, she felt her pussy-milk oozing between the fleshy cushions of her swelling labia. She could lead two lives, she mused. The loving wife and mother, and the common whore.

  The excitement, the danger, the humiliation and degradation – all combined to send Belinda’s arousal soaring to frightening heights. Tony had no idea how to treat a lady, she again reflected. But he knew how to treat a sex-starved slut. Did she really want to be treated like an animal? she pondered. A lump of female flesh to be used and abused by her next-door neighbour? She’d known only too well of her darker side during her teenage years: her lusting for boys’ cocks, her yearning to suck purple knobs, her craving to drink fresh sperm. But, to be treated like a dog?

  Slipping his trousers off and sitting on the sofa, Tony ordered her to crawl across the floor and settle between his feet. As Belinda made her way across the carpet on her hands and knees, she realised that she was behaving like an obedient dog. The notion excited her and she gazed at his heaving balls, the veined shaft of his erect penis. He’d want her to suck on his swollen knob and bring out his creamy spunk, she was sure, as she watched his full balls heaving and rolling. He had a big penis, she observed, far broader and longer than her husband’s cock.

  ‘Lick my balls,’ Tony instructed her, parting his legs wide and moving forward on the sofa until his buttocks were over the edge of
the cushion. ‘Lick my balls and make me nice and wet. Do it properly, and you’ll have your prize. You’ll have what you crave, Belinda. A mouthful of creamy spunk.’

  Sweeping her pink tongue over his hairy ball sac, Belinda breathed in his aphrodisiacal male scent. Her juices of lust streaming from her opening vaginal entrance and running down her inner thighs, she knew that her darker side was surfacing once again. She’d been known amongst a group of boys at school as the oral tart. Using her hot mouth, her wet tongue, she’d sucked many a boy’s cock to orgasm. She’d loved knob-sucking and swallowing creamy spunk. Barely able to wait until school was over so that she could spend time in the local woods with several boys, she’d got a reputation as a cock-loving slut. But marriage had come and had taken her pleasure away.

  Lapping at Tony’s rolling balls, Belinda followed her master’s orders and squeezed his shaft as hard as she could. Realising that it must be rather painful, she wondered what other perversions he was into as he told her to sink her teeth into the base of his cock. Complying, she forced his thighs wider apart and bit into the root of his solid penis. He gasped and trembled on the sofa, obviously enjoying the pain as she gripped his cock hard and sank her teeth deeper into his fleshy rod.

  ‘That’s good,’ he murmured, his thighs twitching. ‘When you get home later, I want you to shave your pussy.’

  ‘No way,’ Belinda said firmly, raising her head and staring hard at him. ‘There’s no way I’m shaving, Tony.’

  ‘You’ll do as you’re told,’ he returned. ‘As my obedient slave –’

  ‘What the hell do you think my husband will say if I shave? It’s bad enough having to come here and have sex with you behind his back, but to shave my pubes off…’

  ‘Bad enough having to come here and have sex? Don’t make me laugh. You love it.’

  ‘Yes, but…’

  ‘I don’t want to argue with you, Belinda. You’ll shave, and that’s the end of the matter. Besides, your husband might like it.’

  ‘No, you don’t understand. We don’t have that sort of sex life. He’d think me…God only knows what he’d think of me. He’d probably think me a slut. I can’t do it, Tony. I won’t do it.’

  ‘Now that really is disappointing.’ He sighed, running his hand up and down his solid shaft. ‘I didn’t want to have to cane you, Belinda. But you leave me no choice.’

  ‘For God’s sake –’

  ‘Suck out my spunk,’ he snapped. ‘You’ll give me a decent blow job before I cane you.’

  Taking his swollen knob into her wet mouth, Belinda knew that she couldn’t shave her pussy even if she wanted to. Running her tongue around the rim of Tony’s glans, savouring the salty taste of his purple globe, she imagined her husband’s reaction to her shaving. He wouldn’t understand, she was sure, as she gripped the root of Tony’s cock and took his solid knob to the back of her throat. He’d never believe her if she said that she’d shaved for him. Far from liking her without pubic hair, he’d think she’d gone mad. And, if Desiree came out with the odd remark about the man next door…No, she asserted mentally. There was no way she was going to shave her pubic hair off.

  Wanking Tony’s cock and sucking hard on his purple plum as he quipped about her looking like a schoolgirl without her pubes, she knew that he wasn’t going to give up. Tony would threaten her, goad her, until she agreed to shaving. Although her sex life with her husband was virtually non-existent, he often saw her naked. She’d not be able to conceal her hairless vulva, she knew. Dressing in the morning or getting ready for bed at night…She’d never be able to keep her dirty little secret from her husband.

  As Tony began to gasp and tremble, Belinda bobbed her head up and down and repeatedly took his bulbous knob to the back of her throat. Although desperate for his creamy sperm, she couldn’t stop thinking about his unreasonable request. Realising that, if he caned her, her husband would notice the weals fanning out across the taut flesh of her buttocks, she decided to lay down some rules. No shaving, no marks on her body, nothing to rouse her husband’s suspicion. She could probably get away with committing adultery, but only if she was extremely careful.

  ‘Don’t swallow,’ Tony instructed. ‘Let it fill your mouth and run down my cock. Then you can lap it up like a dog. You can lick my balls clean, suck up my spunk and stiffen me again ready to fuck your tight little arsehole.’

  His sperm flooded her mouth. Belinda did as he’d asked and allowed the milky liquid to stream down his cock shaft and flow over his hairy scrotum. There was no way he was going to push his penis into her bottom, she thought, as she savoured the salty taste of his fresh spunk. No matter what punishment he threatened her with, she wasn’t going to shave or take his cock into her bottom hole. Repeatedly thrusting his hips forwards, pumping her mouth full of sperm, Tony uttered his words of crude sex. Cock-sucking slut, mouth-fucking tart, sperm-guzzling whore…Turned on by his lewd comments, Belinda bobbed her head up and down faster and sucked out his fresh cream. This was crude sex, she mused. Crude, cold, hard, loveless…But beautiful. Slipping his knob out of her mouth as his sperm-flow finally ceased, she began lapping up the spilled cream from his ball sac.

  ‘Clean me up properly,’ he ordered her, his body trembling in the aftermath of his coming. ‘Lap it all up like a good dog. And then I’ll give you a good caning.’

  A dog? Belinda reflected. If Desiree knew how Tony was treating her mother…A good caning? This was going to have to remain a carefully guarded secret, Belinda thought anxiously, as she sucked the sperm out of Tony’s sex-matted pubic curls. Desiree had already unwittingly ventured too close to the truth. If she discovered her mother’s shocking whoredom…The outcome didn’t bear thinking about. Finishing the job of cleansing Tony’s balls, Belinda sat back on her heels and stared at him. He was good-looking, she mused. Good-looking, as horny as hell, virile…

  ‘You’re doing well,’ he praised her. ‘Learning to become an obedient slave.’

  ‘Do I have a choice?’ she asked him, looking down at his stiffening cock.

  ‘Of course you have a choice. It’s either you or Desiree. OK, knees wide apart and rest your head on the sofa cushion. The time has come to break in your sweet little bottom hole.’

  ‘Tony, no…I don’t want anal sex, or the cane or…’

  ‘Wait a minute. It’s not what you want that concerns me. It’s what I want, Belinda.’

  ‘God, Desiree must be home,’ Belinda whispered, hearing her front door slam shut. ‘I’d better get back.’

  ‘Not until you’ve had your arse spunked.’

  ‘Tony, I…’

  ‘Lean on the sofa,’ he ordered her, taking his position behind her.

  ‘No, Tony.’

  ‘All I’m going to do is give you a light spanking.’ He chuckled.

  ‘Are you sure that’s all?’

  ‘Of course I’m sure. It’s either you, or your…’

  ‘Yes, I know.’ She sighed. ‘Spank me, if you have to. And then I must go home.’

  Resting her head on the sofa cushion, she parted her knees wide and thought about Desiree. Why had the girl come home early? she wondered. As Tony’s palm landed across the tensed flesh of her rounded buttocks with a deafening slap, she let out a yelp. If Desiree heard the cries of crude sex emanating from Tony’s house…As his palm repeatedly met the quivering flesh of her naked buttocks, Belinda buried her face in the sofa cushion to muffle her yelps. The pain permeated her bare bottom, sending quivers of pleasure through her contracting womb, and she again thought what a dirty little slut she was.

  ‘You love a damned good spanking, don’t you?’ Tony quipped, landing the hardest slap yet across her crimsoned bottom orbs. ‘You’ve been sex-starved for years. But I’m going to change that.’

  He was right, she reflected, as he continued with the gruelling spanking. She’d been sex-starved for years, starved of sexual gratification throughout her entire marriage. Tony had changed that, she mused, as he halted the spanking and
yanked her burning buttocks wide apart. The feel of his wet tongue teasing the delicate tissue of her anus sent ripples of sex through her pelvis. She could never imagine her husband committing such a debased act. Brian was hardly into straight sex, she reflected, let alone oral or anything out of the ordinary. Had he been more like Tony, then things would have been very different. Had he been as horny as Tony, then she’d never have committed adultery. Or would she?

  Reaching behind her back and stretching her bottom orbs wide apart as she felt Tony’s tongue enter her rectum, she let out a gasp. ‘God, yes,’ she murmured as he licked deep inside her anal duct. ‘Tongue-fuck my arse as hard as you can.’ Her crude words shocking her, she again wondered whether she could live two separate lives: the tart and the loving wife? Could she keep the two very different sides of her character apart? Could she keep Tony and her husband apart? If they became friends and Tony came out with his lewd remarks and quips…

  ‘No,’ Belinda cried as she felt the bulbous knob of Tony’s solid cock pressing hard against her well-salivated anal ring. ‘Tony, please…’

  ‘What’s the matter?’ He chuckled. ‘Have you never had your sweet arse fucked?’

  ‘For God’s sake, what the hell do you think I am?’

  ‘A sex-starved little whore. Are you ready for this?’

  ‘No, I…’

  ‘I’ll bet that Desiree would love my cock up her arse.’

  As he drove his knob deep into the tight sheath of her rectum, Belinda again cried out. He was an evil man, she thought, as his swollen glans journeyed along her hot duct to the depths of her bowels. She could feel her anal tube opening, her pelvic cavity bloating, as he pushed his solid shaft deep into the core of her naked body. Her anal ring stretched tautly around the root of his huge penis as he impaled her completely. She dug her fingernails into the sofa cushion and grimaced as he slapped her tensed buttocks. To even suggest doing this to Desiree was disgusting, she reflected. He was an evil pervert, a despicable man…And he had to be kept away from Desiree at any cost.