SAVAGE DESIRES: BUNDLE

by MIMI WILDE

  He didn’t mouth-fuck her as savagely as Ted. Instead, he leaned back and put his hands behind his head, with a slow grin, and he allowed her to do all the work. Giving blowjobs to her husband had been a sometimes Friday night reward and she had never been overly fond of having his cum in her mouth. She had never dreamed she would be on her knees and giving a second blowjob in a span of a few minutes.

  Of course she would have never dreamed of many of the things that were happening to her today.

  She fell into a slow, sensuous rhythm with the bobbing of her head, one Rick seemed to enjoy immensely. She took him deep and her throat had relaxed enough that she could do it without gagging. He took one hand from behind his head and grasped one of her breasts. His fingers rubbed across her nipple.

  “Oh, baby, I’ve dreamed about this for a long time,” Rick groaned.

  He released her nipple and grabbed the back of her head and crammed his cock into her mouth one last time, but she was expecting the violence. This time when his prick exploded, she was able to swallow it all and using her tongue to coax out the last few shivers from his body. She kept his prick deep in her mouth until he finally pulled her head back.

  She was trembling all over, wicked shivers of excitement unlike anything she had ever known in her life.

  “I’ve got to get back to the office,” Rick said. He stood up, but in one last gesture of humiliation, he took a thick handful of her hair and wiped his cock before stuffing it back into his pants before pulling up his pants and buckling himself back up.

  He pulled her head back so that she was looking into her eyes.

  “A word of advice, Rena,” he said. “When you broke up with my brother to marry that pussy you married, he was heartbroken. It tore us all up, but it also ended the band. We were five guys who thought we were all going to make it. Ted and I did well, but Bobby King works in a supermarket and drinks too much. Jim Mitchell teaches music, and Kip Sartell teaches high school mathematics. We were all really pissed at you and we all swore we’d get our revenge someday. My advice is to be very, very nice to my brother. You think a spanking was bad. It could get a lot worse. Just do what he tells you.”

  He released her head and she was glad because her neck was beginning to hurt. He patted her on the head, and left the room. She turned to look at Ted.

  “Get up on the couch and spread your legs,” Ted said.

  She climbed wearily off her knees and did as he told her. She was still embarrassed, but she was a little afraid of not doing everything he told her. She didn’t think he would hurt her seriously but she wasn’t going to take any chances.

  “Spread your legs wider and make yourself come,” Ted said.

  “Please, Ted,” I said.

  “Are you refusing?” he asked.

  “No,” she said emphatically.

  He wanted a show and she would give him a show. Besides, her pussy was burning hot and she needed release. She sank back on the couch and she spread her legs wide. She slipped her hand up between her thighs, slipped two fingers inside herself. She found her clit and started rubbing it. She knew it wasn’t going to take long.

  Her ass came up off the couch as she played with herself. She used her other hand to caress her nipples. She didn’t close her eyes. She looked into the stern face of Ted as she finger-fucked yourself.

  “Say out loud,” Ted said. “I was a selfish bitch.”

  “I was a selfish bitch,” she said.

  “Now I’m nothing but a hole to be fucked,”

  “I’m nothing but a hole to be fucked,” she repeated.

  “I’m going to let all the boys in the band fuck me to make up for it,” Ted said.

  She hesitated. Her fingers didn’t stop working her pussy, but she thought about the meaning of his words. She wasn’t a whore, was she? She wasn’t going to allow this to happen.

  “Say it,” Ted commanded.

  “I’m going to let all the boys in the band fuck me,” she said.

  Saying the words sent spasms of pleasure through her. It rocked her body. Her bottom came off the couch and she drove her fingers into her pussy savagely. She moaned softly, gasped, and said, “oh, oh, oh,” she started to come. Her body shook as sweet spasms of release overtook her. She kept cramming her fingers into herself until she stopped shaking. Finally, she sighed softly and sank back again into the soft cushions of the couch.

  “Lick your fingers,” Ted said

  There was no disobedience left in her. She put her two fingers in her mouth and licked them clean of her pussy juice. She noticed Ted was hard again. He still had not undressed and his hard prick seemed even more obscene as it poked out of his trousers. He walked over to the couch and sat beside her.

  “Stoke me,” he said.

  She obediently wrapped her fingers around his prick and started gently working his prick up and down. He had come only a little while before, but his prick felt rock-hard again. Paul seldom got this hard, even into the next day.

  “You really, really hurt me when you dumped me,” Ted said, “but even worse you hurt the band.”

  “I didn’t realize,” she said. “I’m sorry.”

  Her mouth felt sore, but she didn’t protest when he pulled her head down into his lap and she took his prick into her mouth for the second time in just a few minutes. This time he wasn't’ so savage. He kept hold of her head and pushed and pulled her until she had a rhythm going. Her lips closed around his cock, her tongue rubbed his sweaty flesh.

  “I didn’t go after you,” Ted said. “I’ve thought about it in recent years, but I thought I had finally gotten over the hurt you caused me. Then you showed up and I felt the anger and hurt all over again. So, bitch, I’m going to make you pay.”

  He had spanked her and mouth fucked her savagely. She didn’t know what else he could do to her.

  But then he told her.

  “We’re going to share you, all the boys in the band. Then, once we have you broken in right, I’m going to call that pussy husband of yours and he’s going to come up to Nashville and watch us fuck you. Do you know a cuckold is? We’re going to make a cuckold out of him.”

  She lifted her head. “Please don’t do this.’

  “Get on my cock,” he said.

  She sat up; put her legs over him, facing him. Gripping his cock, she pointed it to her pussy and slid downwards, drawing him inside.

  “Oh hell,” she said. “Oh fucking hell.”

  “Feel good?”

  “Fuck yes,” she moaned.

  “Ride me, bitch,” he commanded.

  She bounced up and down on his rigid prick. Her pussy walls seemed to tighten around his hot cock. He felt so good inside her. His cock seemed to fit her better than her husband’s cock, and it was certainly harder and thicker. She wondered what it was going to be like to fuck all the boys of the band because she knew it was going to happen.

  “We’re going to make a cuckold of that sissy husband of yours,” Ted said again. There was a brutal excitement in his voice. “We’re going to let him watch us fuck your pussy and your mouth and your tight little asshole. Lord, I’ve thought about that beautiful ass for years I can’t wait to get my cock in there.”

  “I’ve never done that,” she whispered.

  “It doesn’t matter to me,” he said savagely. “It doesn’t fucking matter. You’re going to be a piece of meat to me and I’m going to tear your asshole up.”

  He grabbed both tits and squeezed almost to the point of pain. It hurt and it felt good at the same time. She bounced harder and harder and gasped as once again she felt the sweet, spasms start again. This time orgasm was so wild, it was almost painful. It rocked her body with savage explosions and she screamed loud enough for the secretary in the next room to hear.

  She heard Ted’s laughter as he drove up into her again and again and finally his prick erupting in spasms in her pussy. He didn’t have as much come the second time, but she felt it slipping out of her pussy and wetting his balls. He gave one m
ore shove up into her and one last spasm shook her. He pushed her off his lap and went down on her knees. His wet cock slapped her in the face.

  “Clean me,” he said.

  Without hesitating, she took his prick into her mouth and sucked on it until it was clean.

  “Now go back to your room,” he said. “Take a shower. I want you to put on your shortest dress, no panties, no bra. Heels. Meet me at the Deuce Club at eight this evening.”

  She got up and slowly got dressed. She was sore and she felt sticky all over. She knew cum was still clinging to her hair. She walked out without looking at the secretary. She knew the woman was probably smirking.

  …..

  She had absolutely no intention of meeting Ted at the Deuce Club. She looked the address up just to see where it was, but it wasn’t as if she intended going. She went home and scrubbed her body clean and then brushed her teeth until she was no longer tasting cum. She went out and ate a late lunch at a hamburger place and then she went shopping. She found a short black leather dress she had no intention of buying and a red top with kittens on it. She bought them both, but she knew she would never be comfortable in the short leather skirt.

  She took them back to her room and turned on her cell phone. More calls from Paul and one from Beth. Her friend answered on the second ring.

  “I’m glad you called, “Beth said breathlessly. “Paul is going out of his mind.’

  “He’ll be all right,” Rena said. “His little secretary will comfort him.”

  “He swears it was just a one time thing,” Beth said.

  “Yeah, sure.”

  “Are you all right?” Beth asked. “You sound funny.”

  “I’m fine,” Rena said.

  “He knows where you are. He called the credit card company and he knows you’re in Nashville. He’s threatening to come after you.”

  “He can if he wants,” she said. “It doesn’t matter.”

  “Are you sure you’re okay,” Beth said. “Maybe we should both come?”

  “Do what you think best,” she said.

  She talked to Beth a few minutes longer and then hung up. She was breathing heavily as she looked at the purchases she had made lying on the other twin bed. At twenty minutes to seven she took another shower and put on a little makeup and lipstick and the black dress and the red beaded top. Her new black stiletto heels were uncomfortable, and it made her bottom stand out emphatically. She knew that was what Ted had in mind. The man at the desk stared at her as she walked through the lobby of the hotel, and the taxi driver kept looking back at her long bare legs as he drove her to the Deuce Club. It was just at eight pm when the taxi pulled up to the door.

  She had butterflies in her stomach as she walked up to the door. It was opened before she got there and she recognized the friendly, smiling face of Bobby King. He had gained a few pounds with the years, and his face had the red puffiness of the habitual drinker, but he still had a nice smile. It was hurtful to see what the years had done to him because she had always liked Bobby. He was a nice kid who probably had more talent than any of them. He could sing and dance and play just about anything musical, and so it seemed he had fallen the most when the band broke up.

  She thought he would step aside and let her in but instead he blocked her away.

  “I’m sorry about this, Rena,” he said, “but Ted says you can’t come in until you tell me why you’re here.”

  Another of Ted’s subtle little cruelties. He knew she liked Bobby and Bobby liked her. Ted was going to destroy the possibility of friendship from the very beginning.

  “I’m here to fuck you all,” Rena said, because she knew what Ted wanted her to say.

  She saw the surprised, hurt and angry look in Bobby’s face and she knew she had just been kicked off the pedestal in his mind. Well, no matter. She would have been kicked off before the night was over with anyway.

  “I guess Ted was telling the truth. You are a whore. Well, come on in, whore. The fun is about to begin.”

  She somehow knew Bobby would be the roughest with her this evening because he wanted to punish her for disappointing him.

  Inside the club was quiet. Ted and his brother were standing near the bar and two others were sitting at a table nearby. She recognized Kip and Jim Mitchell. Both men had not changed. But she was in for a shock. Sitting at another table was her petite redheaded friend Beth. And her husband Paul.

  For a moment she could not believe it possible and then she realized that she had spoken to Beth on her cell phone and Beth could have been anywhere. Obviously, Beth was already in Nashville during their last conversation. But why would Beth lie to her? And what was her husband doing sitting here so calmly as if he didn’t know why she was there.

  Or did he.

  “What the hell is going on?” she asked out loud.

  It was Ted who explained. “I wasn’t completely honest with you, Rena. I said I decided to let you live your life, but that wasn’t true. I’m a rich man and I manipulated your husband’s law firm so they ended up jumping through hoops for me. Then I sent a blonde hooker to seduce your husband. Hell, she had a tough time doing it and I found out why. Your husband likes to watch. Isn’t that true, sissy boy?”

  Paul didn’t say anything. He just looked down at his drink on the table in front of him.

  “My blond whore found it out. She had him going. She was doing a guy and making him watch. He loved it. He ended up jerking off every time. I figured he would really get hot if it was his wife getting fucked.’

  “And Beth,” Rena said.

  “Beth is also a hooker friend of mine. I paid her to make friends with you, to learn all your secrets. Imagine my surprise when I found out you were looking for your husband to become more of a take-charge guy in bed.”

  Rena was shocked. There was nothing she could say. It seemed her entire life was a lie. She looked at her husband, but he was still staring at his drink. Beth was smiling in sheepish way. Rena wanted to scratch her eyes out.

  “So here we are,” Rick said, “and you are the main attraction, baby. It’s time you paid the price for all those years ago when you broke up the band.”

  “Yes,” Ted said. “The first thing we want is for you to entertain us. Get up on the stage and sing to us. Something slow and sexy. You remember Sweet Cost of Love, don’t you?’

  “I remember,” she said

  Kip went to the piano and he picked at a few notes as she walked up on the stage. She felt terrified. She hadn’t sung in years. Kip started the song and she faltered a little, but she finally got into it, and found herself enjoying it. She still had a good voice.

  “Nice,’ Ted said. “Now go around the room and give everybody a kiss before you do your next song.”

  Bobby met her as she carefully stepped down from the stage. He grabbed her around the waist and pulled her against his body and kissed her lips savagely. His tongue thrust into her mouth and his hands slipped down her back to grasp the cheeks of her ass.

  “I’m going to fuck your brains out, bitch,” Bobby said.

  The harsh threat in his voice should have frightened her, but instead it sent a shiver of excitement through her. He released her and she moved to the piano where Kip sat. Kip pulled her down into his lap and his hand slid underneath her top to cup one of her breasts. He kissed her almost as hard as Bobby but he didn’t use his tongue. She moved to the table and Jim. His kiss was gentle but he put his hand under her short skirt. She stood up, tottering uneasily on the high heels and walked over to Ted.

  His kiss was chaste compared to the others, just a quick peck on the lips. But she could see the burning glow in his eyes and she knew he was enjoying himself. She walked over to Rick and he pulled her down into his lap and his hands went all over as he kissed her hard, with plenty of tongue. Being kissed by them all made her feel woozy. She started back to the stage.

  “I said kiss everyone,” Ted said.

  She looked at her husband. His head was up. He was watching he
r with shining, excited eyes. It was unbelievable. The bastard was getting turned on watching her being kissed and fondled by other men. Then she realized that the idea of it was also exciting her. She went to her husband and leaned over and kissed him.

  “Do you really want me to do this, baby?” she asked.

  He nodded. She kissed him again. She tasted his excitement in his mouth.

  Damn, it was hot, she thought. The respectable suburban housewife about to be gangbanged by the boys in the band. It was a hell of a lot better than a movie

  She started back for the stage again.

  “I said everybody,” Ted said.

  She stopped. She realized what Ted meant. She looked nervously at Beth. Beth was smiling like a cat. Her heart pounding, she went over and bent over her friend and tried to give her a quick kiss. Instead, Beth grabbed her as savagely as any of the men and thrust her tongue into Rena’s mouth. Rena drew away, shocked.

  “Do another oldie,” Ted said. “Do Tomorrow.”

  It was an old song, one of her favorites. She thought she did a good job of it. When she was finished, Ted opened a beer and brought it to her. He knew she didn’t like beer. She took it anyway and drank it slowly.

  “Now kiss everybody again,” Ted said.

  It happened three more times. She sang, and she went around and kissed everyone. The kisses grew hotter, more urgent. Sometime during the kissing, she lost her top and her breasts were free for anyone to play with and suck. She was shocked again when Beth sucked on her nipple.

  After each set, she sipped a little more beer.

  Her skirt went next. She wasn’t wearing panties. She made the circle of hungry mouths and hands, and now some of those hands were stroking her pussy. She was getting more excited by the moment. Her hunger was building up until it was out of control.

  Her next song she did with a little movement. She felt like a stripper except a good stripper kept some of her clothes on.