Depths of Depravation

by Ray Gordon

  ‘Yes, that’s good news.’

  ‘Bye, love.’

  Belinda replaced the receiver, turned and again looked at her reflection in the mirror. The belt had to go, she thought anxiously. And there was no way she was going to shave again. Lowering her T-shirt and pacing the bedroom floor, she tried to calm herself as she felt anger welling in the pit of her stomach. Thinking back to the day Tony had moved in, she shook her head and sighed. He’d taken liberties, used threats and blackmail to have his perverted way, he’d touched Desiree and…and now he wanted three men to share Belinda’s naked body.

  Tugging on the metal chain running between her succulent vaginal lips, she recalled the photographs Tony had taken. He could use them as evidence of her debauchery, she reflected. If she didn’t do as he asked, when he asked, he could ruin not only her marriage but her relationship with her daughter. Tony obviously had no qualms about using blackmail to get what he wanted. If he threatened to show the photographs to her husband…The full extent of her predicament hitting her, she jumped as she heard a noise downstairs.

  ‘Is that you, Desiree?’ she called, walking onto the landing.

  ‘It’s me,’ Tony said, standing at the bottom of the stairs and grinning at her.

  ‘How the hell…’

  ‘The back door was open. I came round to –’

  ‘You can’t just walk into my house like this,’ she snapped, bounding down the stairs.

  ‘Of course I can. You’re my slave, Belinda. You’re at my beck and call and –’

  ‘Look, my husband will be home the day after tomorrow. I’ve got this damned belt and chain, my bottom is glowing a fire red, my pussy is shaved…Do you want to see me divorced? Because that’s what will happen if my husband –’

  ‘There’s no need to panic.’ He chuckled.

  ‘No need to panic? For Christ’s sake, Tony. How the hell am I going to explain all this? I should never have intervened. I should have allowed Desiree to go with you and…You’ve done all this. You’ve caused all this bloody trouble.’

  ‘Calm down,’ he said, stroking her cheek. ‘The belt is part of your training. You won’t be wearing it when your husband gets home, I promise.’

  ‘And my bum? What about the red lines criss-crossing my bum? And what about my shaved pussy? I’m a married woman, Tony. I don’t want to be trained as your bloody sex slave. I’m going to talk to Desiree. I’ll show her the belt and tell her everything.’

  ‘Is that wise?’

  ‘Maybe not, but I have no choice.’

  ‘What about the photographs? Would you like to show her those, too?’

  ‘What do you intend to do with them?’

  ‘They’re my insurance, Belinda.’

  ‘Insurance? What are you talking about? Oh, I see what you mean. You’re keeping them to blackmail me. Look, I’ve agreed to have sex with you and…’

  ‘In exchange for leaving Desiree alone.’

  ‘Yes. But, if I end up divorced, you’ll lose me. You have to be reasonable, Tony. Can’t you see that?’

  ‘I said that I’d take the belt off before your husband gets home.’

  ‘Yes, I know. But I can’t shave again. I might be able to get away with saying that I was trimming my pubes and went a little too far. If I keep my bum out of sight, I might be able to –’

  ‘Three cocks, Belinda. That’s the deal. No more shaving, no more caning, and the belt goes. But you’ll take three cocks.’

  Holding her hand to her head as she followed Tony into the kitchen, she knew that she had no choice. But, would he keep his side of the bargain? He’d proved that he couldn’t be trusted by touching Desiree. Why should he keep his word now? Three men, she mused uncomfortably. Three men, three cocks…The notion firing her arousal, she wondered where Tony would stop. Three men, and then four or five or…

  ‘Do we have a deal?’ he asked her.

  ‘Do I have a choice?’ she returned, taking a bottle of wine from the fridge.

  ‘No, I suppose not. But you’re a slut, Belinda. You know how much you’d enjoy three cocks.’

  ‘Why bring other men into this?’

  ‘Because, at heart, that’s what you want.’

  ‘Of course it’s not,’ she hissed, filling a tumbler with wine. ‘The next thing you’ll be telling me is that you’re doing this for my sake.’

  ‘That’s a good way to look at it. I’m doing this to give you what you want.’

  ‘You’re mad.’

  ‘Come round at seven o’clock. We’ll be ready for you.’

  ‘No, Tony.’

  ‘I’ll see you later,’ he said, leaving by the back door.

  ‘Tony, wait.’

  Watching as he walked across the lawn to the bushes, Belinda lowered her head and sighed. Committing adultery with one man was bad enough, she thought dolefully. But three men at once? Her stomach somersaulting as she pictured three solid penises, she wished that she could stop sex from ruling her life. She’d managed to quell her rampant libido successfully during her married life. But now? Why the hell had Tony moved in next door? she mused as she sipped her wine. Why on earth had Desiree fallen for him?

  The situation was going from bad to worse, she knew, as she pondered on Brian inviting Tony to a barbecue. Desiree would be there, Tony would be grinning at Belinda – and Brian wouldn’t have a clue as to what was going on. Then again, after Desiree’s hints, he’d already had his suspicions. He was bound to realise that something was happening. Unless Belinda could compose herself and try to come across as normal. Normal? she mused. Having a barbecue with sperm oozing from the inflamed eye of her anus…How the hell could she come across as normal?

  Three men, she again mused. Three cocks. Why was Tony so eager to share her naked body? Was he taking money from his male visitors? Why go to all the trouble of creating a sex den? The wooden frame, canes, handcuffs, vibrators…There was more to this than met the eye, she decided. Had he built the sex den with Belinda in mind, or his male callers? If he was selling Belinda for sex, then he probably planned to do the same with Desiree. There were too many unanswered questions.

  Gulping down her wine and refilling the glass, she wandered out onto the patio and sat down. Suddenly having the notion that Tony was a pimp, she frowned. That would explain everything, she thought. The sex den, the male visitors…Was he really an IT consultant? she wondered. Or was that a front for his illicit business? More questions, she reflected. The wine going to her head, she let out a giggle as she imagined stealing Tony’s customers. Why go to Tony when they could visit Belinda and pay her directly? Cut out the middle man.

  ‘God, what am I thinking?’ she said, picturing men queuing at her front door for crude sex. Unable to stop imagining three solid cocks shafting her sex holes and her mouth, pumping her naked body full of spunk, she recalled Tony’s words. Because, at heart, that’s what you want. Was he right? she pondered, her clitoris stirring, her womb contracting. Whether he was selling her body for sex or not, she’d get what she wanted. That’s the deal. No more shaving, no more caning, and the belt goes. But you’ll take three cocks.

  Tony expected her at seven o’clock. Desiree would be home. Belinda was going to have to dream up some lie or other, she decided, finishing her wine and wandering into the kitchen. Refilling the glass, she didn’t like the idea of lying to her daughter. But, what choice did she have? This was a dangerous game, she knew. But, dangerous or not, the idea of three solid cocks spunking her naked body sent her libido rocketing. Three rock-hard cocks, three swollen knobs…Seven o’clock.

  Thirteen

  Desiree joined her mother in the lounge and sighed. ‘Tony’s still not back,’ she said softly. ‘It’s almost seven o’clock. I wonder where he’s got to?’

  ‘He might have been called away on business again,’ Belinda suggested.

  ‘He could have left a message or something. The last time he disappeared without a word, he was away for a week.’

  ‘He might have

gone out for the evening. Talking of which, I’d better be going.’

  ‘Who is this Chrissy woman you’re meeting? An old school friend, did you say?’

  ‘That’s right. I bumped into her in the park and we arranged to meet up for a drink. I’ll only be an hour or so.’

  ‘I suppose I’ll do some studying,’ the girl said dolefully. ‘Tony’s not in, you’re going out…’

  ‘I’ll only be an hour or so, love. I’ll be home before you know it.’

  ‘Well, have a good time.’

  ‘I will. I’ll see you later.’

  Belinda left the house with her stomach somersaulting and her heart racing. She walked past Tony’s front gate and stopped a few yards down the road. She could feel the steel chain moving within her vulval crack, rubbing against the eye of her bottom hole. This was crazy, she thought. The belt, the chain…Madness. Waiting for a couple of minutes, she turned and retraced her steps slowly, creeping along the path. Tony opened the front door and she slipped into his house and breathed a sigh of relief. If Desiree had been looking out of the window…The consequences didn’t bear thinking about.

  ‘In here,’ Tony said, leading Belinda into the lounge. ‘OK, strip naked and we’ll get started.’

  ‘Where are your friends?’ she asked him, tugging her T-shirt over her head.

  ‘Upstairs. They’ll be down in a minute.’

  ‘How much are they paying you? How much are you selling my body for?’

  ‘They’re not paying me, Belinda. I’m not selling your body. I’m having fun with your body.’

  ‘Why bring other men into this?’

  ‘Why not? You’re a sexy little slut. Why not share you with my friends and bring them some pleasure?’

  ‘I’m not looking forward to this.’ She sighed, tugging her skirt down and slipping out of her bra and panties.

  ‘Of course you are.’ He chuckled. ‘Three cocks, Belinda? This is your dream come true.’

  ‘Hardly,’ she said.

  She felt like a prostitute as she stood naked before Tony. Stripping out of her clothes, two men waiting upstairs…She might as well have been taking money in return for sex, she thought dolefully. It was difficult to comprehend the situation, she mused, hearing movements upstairs. Brian had only been away for a couple of weeks, and Belinda had had more sex during that time than in the last fifteen years of marriage. Massive orgasms, anal sex, oral sex, bondage and whipping…

  ‘You really do have a beautiful body,’ Tony praised her, slipping a blindfold over her head. ‘And the leather belt adorns your waist perfectly. But I’ll have to take it off to allow my friends access to your sweet cunt and your tight little arsehole.’

  ‘I’ve never met anyone as crude as you,’ she said as he released the belt.

  ‘That will soon change because you’re about to meet my friends,’ he said with a chuckle. ‘Now, get on all fours and I’ll call the lads.’

  ‘Why blindfold me?’ she asked him. ‘Because you’re going to take more pornographic photographs?’

  ‘Yes. But there’s another reason. I don’t want you to see my friends. You might bump into one of them in town and…It’s best that you don’t see them.’

  Taking her position on the floor like an obedient dog, Belinda felt her juices of lust creaming her vaginal valley in readiness for a solid cock. She was no better than a common prostitute, she mused, as she peered into the darkness of her blindfold. What was Desiree doing? Would she ring the front doorbell in the hope that Tony would answer? If the girl knew that her mother was about to commit a gross act of indecency, if she knew that three men were about to use and abuse her naked body…There was no point in thinking that way, Belinda decided. Desiree would never discover the horrific truth. And neither would Brian.

  Hearing the men enter the room, she listened to their crude comments. Dirty little slut. A nice firm arse. Shaved cunt lips. A fuckable mouth. A lump of female meat to be used and abused by men to satisfy their lust for crude sex, she reflected. Again wondering how she’d got herself into this situation, she knew that she was about to commit far more than adultery. A secret lover was one thing, she thought, as lewd comments about her naked body resounded around the room. An affair, a fling, a man on the side…But this was wanton whoredom.

  Belinda bit her lip as a man lay on the floor and slid beneath her naked body. She felt the bulbous knob of his penis slip between the engorged wings of her inner lips. This was it, she thought anxiously, as another man knelt behind her and yanked the firm cheeks of her inflamed buttocks wide apart. Her head pulled up by her hair, a swollen glans pressing against her pursed lips, she opened her mouth and sucked on the unknown man’s cock-head. Again thinking about Desiree as she tasted the salt of the man’s swollen knob, she knew that she was going to have to keep her two lives apart. The loving wife and mother, and the wanton slut. The wanton prostitute?

  Which one was Tony? she pondered as the man beneath her drove the entire length of his solid penis deep into the hot sheath of her contracting vagina. Gobbling on the bulbous knob bloating her mouth, she breathed heavily through her nose as the man behind her managed to force his huge glans past her defeated anal sphincter muscles and sink his solid shaft deep within her tight rectal duct. Her pelvic cavity inflated to capacity, Belinda couldn’t believe that she’d taken two massive cocks into the tight holes between her parted thighs. Her naked body rocking with the three-way shafting, she knew that she’d reached the bottom of the murky pit of depravity. She could sink no further, could she?

  A thousand thoughts swirled through the wreckage of her tormented mind as the three men found their penile shafting rhythm. Her husband was working abroad to earn money for the family. Desiree was studying in her bedroom, totally oblivious to her mother’s debauched behaviour. Family, friends, neighbours…Everyone believed Belinda to be a good wife and mother. Everyone thought that Belinda was a lovely person. In truth, she was nothing more than a common slut, a wanton whore. Prostitute.

  As hands groped the mounds of her firm breasts and fingers tweaked the ripe teats of her sensitive nipples, she felt the bulb of her clitoris stiffen. Her vaginal juices flowing in torrents, streaming down her inner thighs in rivers of milk, she realised that she’d found her niche in life. Crude sex, group sex…She couldn’t deny that this was her forte. During her teenage years of promiscuity, she’d discovered what it was that boys and men wanted. She’d learned how to please boys, give them what they wanted. Using her hands, her mouth, her vagina, she’d acquired the skills of sucking and riding cocks. Nothing had changed, she reflected as the men began gasping. Once a slut, always a slut. This is your dream come true.

  Her erect nipples painfully pulled and twisted, Belinda listened to the squishing of her pussy-milk as the three men increased their thrusting rhythms. As the purple glans shafting her mouth battered the back of her throat and her cervix was pummelled by another swollen knob, she felt the third cock-head repeatedly driving into the depths of her hot bowels. This was real sex, she reflected, her naked body quivering as her climax approached. Hard, cold, loveless, crude…Why couldn’t Brian have been more adventurous in bed?

  ‘God, I’m coming,’ the man beneath her announced. Belinda could feel his sperm bathing her ripe cervix, lubricating the tightening sheath of her pistoned vagina as he repeatedly rammed his throbbing knob deep into her abused body. The man behind her grabbed her hips and rammed his cock into her rectum with a vengeance. She felt a deluge of sperm flooding her hot bowels and easing the friction of his cock within her anal cylinder. Her gobbling mouth deluging with creamy spunk, she moved her head back and forth to meet the third man’s oral thrusts.

  ‘Dirty little slut,’ the man behind her said as she repeatedly swallowed hard. Her clitoris exploding in orgasm against the girl-wet shaft of the cock ramming into her spasming vagina, she moaned through her nose as she continued to drink from the orgasming knob throbbing within her pretty mouth. This was heaven, she mused dreamily, her naked body jolting with the crude three-way fucking. Her sex holes awash with fresh sperm, the squelching sounds of her illicit act reverberating around the room, she rode the crest of her multiple climax to the accompaniment of gasps of male satisfaction.

  Her abused body shaking violently as her orgasm peaked, Belinda knew that she was now well and truly hooked on crude sex. After the initial shock of Tony’s crude proposal, she’d come to crave sucking his knob and feeling his solid cock shafting her tight vagina. But, now, one cock wasn’t enough. The experience of three men using and abusing her, her massive climax gripping her naked body…She now knew that she could never deny herself the pleasure of taking three cocks into her sperm-thirsty holes.

  Four men? she mused in her sexual frenzy. Four, five, six…The idea of charging men for sex loomed in her mind and she wondered how far she’d fallen into the pit of depravity. A bottomless pit? With her husband working abroad and Desiree at college, men could call at the house during the day. She’d charge them for crude sex, commit any and every perverted sexual act in exchange for cash. She could meet men in the park, take them into the bushes and charge them for a quick blow job or…

  Wondering where her crude thoughts were coming from as the three men withdrew their deflating penises from her sperm-bubbling holes, Belinda tried to think straight. The very notion of becoming a prostitute was ludicrous, she thought anxiously. What sort of woman was she turning into? What sort of woman had she turned into? A wanton slut, a whore, a sex-crazed tart…Prostitute. Her eyes widened behind her blindfold as she felt a tongue lapping up the sperm oozing from the inflamed iris of her gaping bottom hole – she couldn’t believe that Tony would do such a thing.

  ‘You need to be cleaned up,’ Tony said with a chuckle. ‘You need to have the spunk sucked out of your holes.’

  ‘Who…’ she began, realising that he wasn’t kneeling behind her. ‘Who’s that?’

  ‘She tastes lovely,’ a female said, shocking Belinda to the core. ‘I’ll suck the spunk out of her pussy once I’ve drained her bottom.’

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