Sex starved women: 5> Coerced by the workmen
written by:
Chris-t6290

Story outline: After an almost dreamy morning, paying little attention to the two workmen her absent husband had hired, Jessie Davenport went to see if her seven-month-old son, George, was awake yet, only to receive a phone call from Trevor, her secret phone-sex guy.

Chapter 1: Phone-sex.

Come Wednesday, I had rather expected the workmen that my husband, Michael, had hired, to have been finished. It was on Wednesday, that my secret phone-sex lover called me up for a chat. During our talks, I would pour out my heart at how dissatisfied I am with my marriage, even though I'd been blessed with a baby boy. Some months before and since the birth of George, our seven-month-old son, Michael's hardly touched me; least not in any intimate way.

Feeling neglected more than despondent, and in need of someone to talk to, I, while at my local library and using the internet for something, noticed a pop-up advert at the side of the page I was browsing. ‘Phone buddies', I seem to recall it said.

Out of curiosity, I clicked the advert and was transferred to their home page. There, I noticed about ten segregated items, each one listing a reason why a phone buddy could help. I clicked on one that sounded right for me and was immediately captured by what it said. ‘Sounds perfect,' I thought cheerily, but expected there to be a catch.

It turned out that they were all, like me, wanting someone to talk to. A new way of making friends. My only problem was, phoning them when I wanted to chat. Michael had our phone bills itemised, and so any repetitive calls would show up. I was wary to begin with, but, and having called a sweet sounding guy named Trevor, several times from a pay phone, I gave him my mobile number.

After a restless night for my baby son and I, having to feed and change him, George was still asleep when I awoke and again when I got dressed after breakfast. ‘I'm just going to check on my son,' I informed Robert and Andrew, and then left them to finish off the overdue work; they being behind the agreed schedule.

Opening the door to my bedroom, I looked over to George's cot. ‘Not yet awake, then,' I realised, only for my phone to vibrate. With my heart aflutter, I quickly took the phone from the pocket in the side of my skirt and emitted a sassy grin when I saw who it was; Trevor's avatar appearing to the left of his phone number.

"Why hello, Trevor, and how are you today?" I began. Over the many weeks, our conversations had become quite erotic. Trevor thrilled me with all the things he said he would like to do to me. Things I'd missed these last 12 months. Of course, that invariably lead to us having phone-sex. Each one getting the other aroused and encouraging them to bring themselves off manually.

I was soon laid on my bed, my head resting on the pillow as Trevor encouraged me to say what I missed the most; what I needfully wanted.

"Okay, then. If you were here, Trevor, I'd slowly undress you, my eyes taking in your warm smile, then that of your smooth chest and firm abs before moving lower and releasing your firm cock. Salivating my lips in readiness to eventually consume your manliness, I first trace my tongue around the exposed crown before drifting along the length of your stone hard shaft. Emn, I murmur, when I get a taste of your pre-cum, having flicked my tongue teasingly just inside the eye. Your velvety glans feel smooth and warm in my mouth as I suck and lick the crown. Consumed with lust, however, I begin a slow then moderate down and up motion as your length fills me. I fight myself not to have you cum just yet, not until...

"Are you hard, Trevor?" I enquired of him, there was silence in my ear. "I'm horny, I want you, emn yes," I moaned, as my right hand slipped into my panties, my clit hard and in need of attention. Stroking my needy stalk, I continued.

"In one quick movement, you manage to rip my wet panties from me and move your head between my thighs, which are splayed wantonly and invitingly for you. Your tongue teases my wet gash...

...soon I need you inside me, between my humid thighs, your lovely masterful cock deep inside me, it's length pounding my needy pussy, making me cum for you. Afterwards, after you've made me cum, Trevor, the animal in you turns me over. I'm on my knees for you, before you, my body sloped down and my shoulders and head on the bed cover. My hands, at your insistence, hold my ass cheeks back, inviting you to sheath your cum slick erection deep in my back passage. The head of your cock is swollen as it slips inside me. Inch by throbbing inch I take your lovely cock up my tight asshole."

‘Hurh, emn,' I murmur, the images of what I'm saying urge my fingers to stroke my clit with more urgency until I'm actually cumming.

"Emn, you fuck my ass so well, so smoothly, not a sense of discomfort do I feel. When you finally fill me with your warm seed, I cum; I cum like I've never done before. Emn, that was...lovely," I thanked Trevor, the croak in his voice suggesting he achieved the same release.

"Until next week, lover," I said, and smacked a kiss down the phone at him. "That's for ‘wilf'," I said, Trevor's name for his phallus (we both being beyond the clinical term), and then ended what was a most enjoyable phone call.

Looking down at myself afterwards, my skirt was part hitched up while my panties were clearly wet. ‘Most enjoyable, indeed,' I realised, before getting up and changing into a black thong. Still not awake, I noticed, having again checked on George; whereupon, I then made my way along the landing and downstairs to the lounge.

Chapter 2: the realisation.

Having gotten about halfway down the stairs, I caught sight of first Robert and then Andrew who were sat on our sofa, both wearing their overalls. Concluding they had taken a break or possibly lunch (I didn't wear a watch, and so...!) I thought nothing of it. Then, as I neared the bottom of the stairs, I heard low voices; an indication they had turned on the TV without asking.

Stepping into the lounge to have a word with them about it, I was mortified and momentarily speechless at what the workmen were viewing. They had somehow found a soft porn channel and were watching it in my home.

"Oh my god. Turn that off, turn it off, now!" I barked.

"Finish your work today, then go," I told them, and then briskly made my way towards Robert, intent on relieving him of the remote control. However, as I neared his mate, he quickly put his leg up and in the way.

"Move your leg," I hissed.

"Or what?" Robert intoned smugly, all the while looking at me with a contemptuous demeanour.

"Who the fuck do you think you...are." But before I was able to complete my sentence, I heard a familiar sound. My body went rigid and my face became warm and florid as a result.

"Goo. Mama." It was George. His voice. The baby intercom.

"Hear that, Mrs Davenport. We did. More to the point, what you said to Trevor."

"Yeah, quite filthy. Obscene, you might say A picture more lurid than what's on your TV, right now." Robert, as he uttered his discovery, running his wide-eyed smile over my body as if he was undressing me.

"Trevor's my pet name for my husband. He calls me in the week, see how George is...and that..." Although I was quick to make my excuse, Andrew and then Robert nodded their heads dismissively and then they both ‘tuted' a few times.

"While you were getting off on the phone, Jessie, your husband called Robert, wanting to see if we were finished. Almost, you said, right. Just one more job to complete," Andrew's expression quite lascivious I noticed.

"It's your word against mine, besides, you've finished. What other job...Oh no, no, definitely not. I love my husband," I protested, realising I was their expected final job. All the same, my clit hardened and my pussy uncontrollably wept. It was still my word against theirs, that was until Robert took out his phone and played back part of my overheard conversation. I was mortified, unable to think straight as they sat there with great big accomplished leers across their faces.

"Wha...what are you intending to do with that?" I beseeched; my body trembling with the expectancy of Robert's response. Either way, I was fucked, I realised; my marriage or me.

"You're an astute woman, Jessie. Not overly bright, otherwise...!" Robert taunted me, as he lightly swung the silent phone from side to side.

"Michael will have some fun if he heard what you said, Jessie. Alternately, you can have some fun over the next two days; your choice."

"Yeah, then we'll be out of your hair, and the other," Robert mocked; me being the other, literally.

"I won't, I can't, I shan't," I protested, only for Robert to play some more of the sex conversation I had with Trevor.

"Turn it off. For fuck's sake turn...!" Only for the sound of George, crying, interrupting me.

"He needs changing. Let me go, I need to see to my son. Let me think about your proposal," I appealed, though how much of a proposal was it, really. I'd been overheard. Recorded while I talked dirty, obscene, you could say, to a man on the phone. One who, having gotten to know these last few months I...! Now there were a pair of horny workmen sat in my lounge. I'd known them—hardly at all these past few days. I was clearly expected to go beyond just phone sex with Robert and Andrew. ‘What had I gotten myself into?' I worried, as I went to attend my son's needs.

"Mummy's gone and done something silly, stupid, George," I said, knowing full well that they could hear me, and hopefully have some degree of pity. ‘Who was I kidding,' I quickly realised.

"Mummy loves your daddy, yes she does," I half-heartedly jollied, while deep down inside I felt sick. ‘The bad men your father engaged, they want to do dirty, obscene things to mummy, things that only your father...!' I said in my head, only to then swiftly grasp the reality: ‘...had been neglectful of.'

I had to think, and think quick. They were waiting downstairs for me to return. Each one no doubt stroking a hard cock while they flagrantly watched the TV. ‘How much of what they had heard, would they expect of me,' I wondered. I had said some of it in the heat of an aroused moment. Would they settle for a BJ each (God, I couldn't bring myself to say what it was, even; a blowjob). Or, did they expect the lot, everything I had said to Trevor.

Rather than think of a way out, it was clearly obvious there wasn't one, I let my thoughts settle on what to expect, if only to prepare myself for the worst.

Robert and Andrew were certainly rough looking. Chiselled features and workmen like hands, though in no way callous. They hadn't flirted with me, something I found strange, considering I was once a fashion model. Instead, and far greater, they expected me to...!

Hopefully their phallus's wouldn't be big. It had been over a year since Michael and I last had proper sex. In that time, and more so recently, today being no exception, I'd had to jack myself off.

‘Oh no. No, no, god no.' In my dream-like contemplative state, my fingers had strayed to my throbbing clit, which I was, at that very moment, half consciously stroking. ‘Twelve months, twelve long months and more she'd gone without cock,' my mind, more than that of my horny body, realised.

‘It's his fault,' I told myself, laying the blame firmly with Michael. ‘He was the one who not only neglected me, but then brought these two lurid men into our home.'

I've only ever told Trevor just how much I missed the feel of a man. His hands over my body, his lips on mine, then my breasts and wet pussy. His legs between my splayed thighs and a commanding cock pumping me hard and full of cum. Not my ass, though, irrespective of what I had said to him on the phone.

Just then, and as a wicked, dark thought filtered through my mind, my fingers became more urgent. I would appeal to them once more. Hopefully, they had come to their senses and would see it as a joke. If not...! I had little other recourse left to me but to go along with the workmen's expectations. I most certainly wasn't going to give myself to Robert and Andrew on a plate. ‘Play hard to get,' I repeated to myself several times, before and as I made my way back downstairs.

Chapter 3: Theirs for the asking?

As I neared the bottom and looked towards the lounge, I couldn't see either of them, even though the TV was still on. Then, when I made way along the hall, I noticed that the sofa had been placed against the wall instead of at an angle. ‘Would you please put the sofa back as it was,' I told them, from the doorway.

"No. We think you'll like it this way, Jessie. You don't mind that we call you, Jessie," Robert smugly intoned.

"Your jokes gone f-"

"We're quite serious, Jessie," Andrew interrupted.

"Yeah, quite serious," Robert echoed his work-mate, before beckoning me towards them.

"No. I won't," I said, all the same, though, I remained where I was; not leaving as I should have.

When Robert stood up, I saw a lascivious fire and determination in his eyes, quite appealing, my consciousness thought, while my clit once again pulsed and my breathing caused my breasts to palpitate. They both came over to me. I remained rigid as I stood there.

"You obviously want it hard," Robert exclaimed. He then, without any forewarning or other prior movement, thrust his hands forward, grabbed a hold of my blouse and ripped it open.

"No, no, please, no," I said, in response, though no defensive movement came from me, even when he then grasped the bottom of my bra and yanked it up; my pulsing breasts spilling out of it immediately.

"We're gonna give you everything you told Trevor."

"Everything," Andrew iterated, and with a noticeable broad smile across his face as Robert cupped both my breasts, which he then firmly kneaded.

"No. Look, why, why are you doing this," I moaned rather than sobbed, as I know I should have, but his touch, welcome, firm and pleasurable, I missed that; I missed it, and somehow Robert knew. Whether it was from the phone call they'd overheard or he could see it in my eyes and body language, they both knew what I wanted, what I'd been denied and subsequently needed.

"Please, no, I'm married, my son, please," I kidded myself.

Deep down inside, I wanted, needed to feel being a woman again. To have hands, like those of Robert, on my body, my breasts, my almost wet pussy and a hard cock fucking me. I needed to cum, and not just by my fingers. The delicate touch of a warm moist tongue agitating my clit; that I needed most of all.

"No, come on, stop, please, no more, no...more, more no, no...!" I sighed a final surrender, as his mouth enclosed on my treacherous hardened nipple and then sucked the surrounding flesh while managing to flick his tongue tip around the tip.

"No, not there," I appealed to Andrew, who began to undo my skirt while Robert pulled and pinched my left nipple. Not knowing which of them I was addressing, they nonetheless continued; my skirt soon pooled around my ankles.

Something, somewhere inside me, made me cross my legs, defensively, at the moment Andrew made a move towards my black thong, which was quite moist around the gusset. Not only did my body not want to be touched there, apparently, but I didn't want either of them realising how horny and needy I was at that very moment.

"Open your legs like a good little slut, Jessie!" Robert barked, before pulling down the sleeves of my chemise and restricting my, indeed, any form of opposition from my hands, for that matter.

Inside, I was livid at his remark, however, I dare say that's how they, and no doubt Trevor viewed me; a phone adulteress and subsequently, in my own home, my lounge and with two workmen.

"No, and you certainly won't hit me," I rejoined.

"You're right, we won't," Robert scoffed, only to grab my hair and drag me to the sofa.

Rather than stumble, I consciously stepped out of my skirt, which then trailed behind me for a couple of strides, followed by Andrew. Having we reached the sofa, I soon realised why they had purposefully moved it when I was pushed onto my knees so that I was facing the backrest. Robert then climbed up onto the couch and sat down on the firm, solid backrest.

Choosing to ignore how I had my legs, my arms were controlled by the state of my undressed blouse while I was subsequently motioned closer to the noticeable bulge in Robert's work jeans.

"You want my cock, Jessie. You want it so bad you can taste it, feel it, even," he gloated smugly, from high above me.

Still holding me in place with his left hand, I felt Andrew's lightly dust each of my ass cheeks, not in a hard way, but a casual, almost soft manner. I've never let anyone slap me; never had anyone want to, and yet there I was, not saying a word of objection as I somewhat submitted to the workmen's attention and game. I couldn't even stop myself from sliding my moist tongue tip from one side of my open mouth to the other; my arms somewhat restrained.

‘Let me, let me at his cock,' my mind, overruled by the needs of my sexually responsive body, reacted to the nearness of the hard throbbing bulge that lay in wait behind Robert's denims; how long or thick it was, being far from any consideration on my part.

"I think Jessie wants to see it. You do want to see what Robert's got for you." Andrew's more telling slap causing me to jolt forward, almost nudging the firmness of Robert's cock, which my cheek managed to brush against.

"Please," I lowly whimpered, and brushed the notable bulge with my whole face: nose, eyes, forehead, cheeks, chin, and lastly my lips. Those I mouthed around the prominent bulge, feeling the warm contour of Robert's warm hard prick, just as I sensed the moist strap of my thong being shifted from between my curple. I was ‘theirs for the asking', only, so far, I had yet to actually be asked.

"Oh, emn," I then sighed, when I felt the delicate touch of Andrew's warm moist tongue on my anus, only to then release my blouse so that he could open me up and ferret a little further. I was enjoying, quite immensely, what he was doing, that I managed to shift my knees further apart; almost wantonly for him.

Still with my mouth on the outline of Robert's cock, he reached down and removed both my chemise and bra, thereby letting me get at his cock, if I so wanted. I so wanted, yes, but I was enjoying having my ass tongued while Andrew stroked my clit ahead of going near my dowsed pussy. Inevitably, Robert undid the button of his jeans and then drew down the metal zip; teasingly, I noticed, having he motioned his body back from me and then once more grasped my hair but to this time hold me off him.

"Lick your lips, Jessie, get them nice and wet for my cock," he taunted, just as Andrew trailed his tongue onto my perineum, which he teased for a few moments before directing the tip lower.

"Lick my pussy...let me have your cock," I uttered franticly, not for one moment caring that I was all but naked before and between the pair of them; my mouth and cunt available for both Robert and Andrew, respectively, to fill with their hard cocks, I realised.

Within next to no time I was cumming, my juices trailing down my thighs while I got a full mouthful of Robert's erection, which he motioned up and down as he held my head in place.

"You like my cock, don't you," he growled from up high - almost god-like.

"Hurmn," I uttered my agreement, as best I could, and just before Robert drew me onto his long warm erection. Meanwhile, Andrew's fingers, three of them, had infiltrated my wetness. He then, in a sideways approach, ran his warm moist tongue along and around my responsive clit.

My whole body was on fire as a second wave of pleasure rippled through me. I hadn't heard Andrew undo his jeans, but I certainly felt his cock, welcomely, replace his fingers as he drove his thick length fully inside me. My body accepted his presence and so did my mind, his hip swings pumping his shaft deep inside me each time. I had yet to taste his cock, but I knew that I soon would. I then felt what I'd least expected, but deep into me knew was coming, when two moist fingers wormed their way into my anus; my tight virgin asshole.

"It's nice and warm, Robert," his friend gloated, as I got my cunt and mouth firmly fucked. ‘Spit fucked' I believe it's called. It felt taboo, and yet exhilarating at the same time, especially when three long fingers began massaging my backside.

"Hurmn," I continued to murmur, as I got my dues. All the same, mind, Andrew stroked my clit while Robert urged me to pull and pinch my nipples; his hands still working my mouth and lips up and down his long hard erection.

When I had cum for the third time, they took themselves from me and got undressed. I was then positioned on the sofa, my back curved against the backrest and in the ‘fuck me' position: my legs drawn up and almost vertical while my ass was poised on the edge, ready to receive a more incisive fuck from whichever of them would drill me next.

With his long cock at an upward incline and barely swaying, Andrew climbed onto the sofa and then squatted over me; thereby obscuring what Robert was about to do. My concern, however, was more for what his friend had in mind, especially with the smirk on his face. Andrew edged his cock towards the chasm between my breasts, which he then moulded to his thick shaft.

What with the position I had been directed to assume, the head of the cock before me was almost touching my lips; and it had yet to be motioned forward. ‘Open wide,' I was instructed by Andrew; a clear indication as to just how thick his ominous erection actually was.

Without warning, he slid his thick length at me just as I felt Robert remove my thong and then loudly sniff my sex on it. My mouth was undeniably full of Andrew's cock, to otherwise be able to say something, even if I had wanted to.

"Suck my cock, you lovely married slut," Andrew urged and ridiculed me, as he popped the head of his cock back and forth, in a series of jolts and jerks.

Moments later, any disquiet I may have had was eased when I felt the warm, moist softness of Robert's tongue tip. First on my anus, which he sought an entry of, then that of my perineum; his tongue teasing the narrow fleshy area between that of my asshole and pussy - still noticeably wet from them having made me cum.

Andrew was certainly going at me some. With every forward propulsion of his hips, I received a mouthful of his knob end. Presently he sped up, and moments after I received the first of several spurts of his warm sticky cum. I'd never swallowed Michael's, and yet there I was, taking it from a somewhat stranger and lapping it up, you could say, which is what Andrew directed me to do afterwards. He even trailed the dregs over my right breast before flicking the remainder on me with a downward swish of his semi-hard shaft.

"Yes, em, fuck, yes!" I cried my pleasure, what with Robert now tonguing my pussy with deliciously soft moist laps, before moving onto my distended clit and slipping three of his fingers in my horny wet sex - so much for my not wanting to hand myself to them...!

"You like having your pussy licked!" Andrew averred, his tone encouraging me to voice my agreement.

"Yes...please...more," I panted, as Robert's concentrative pleasure, along with that of Andrew twisting, pulling and rolling my nipples caused a sharp climax to take my body over. Within moments, I was bucking my hips and body up and down as an exhilarating orgasm ripped more than rippled through my body; from my cervix to my head where it momentarily resonated.

"I think she's ready for some dick, now," Robert, ever confident with himself, announced. And to tell the truth, I was, oh believe me, I was.

Rather than brutally slam himself into me, as I vaguely expected of him, them, Robert slapped the head and underside of his warm stiff cock directly on my sensitive clit several times. Each perfectly aimed and executed strike caused me to utter a muffled yelp as I sucked Andrew's turgid bell end and slathered my tongue around the fleshy portion bellow the rim.

Eventually finished, Robert then teased me some more - as if all the attention he'd thus far bestowed upon my ass and pussy weren't enough - by skimming the underside of his shaft along the groove of my moist cunt lips, my ‘fuck flesh' as Trevor calls them, for a short while and subsequently guiding the glans of his immense ‘tool' deep enough that they slipped easily between the warm wet folds of my sex.

"Urmn," I murmured languidly, as the mushroom-like crown settled, only to then have Robert thrust himself at me; I was, after all, in the ‘fuck me' position, and fuck me he did.

"Hurgh," I uttered a muffled cry, for the first several times he drilled his long thick cock into my tight, and yet, responsive pussy. Thereafter, and having produced enough of my natural juices to go with my own emission, his maleness filled me with successful ease; Robert managing to stroke my clit while Andrew kept up his contrastive torment of my tender nipples, even with my sucking on his knob stick.

It wasn't long before my clit was almost hurting in its stiffness; I was right on the edge and frantic as they pleasured and took pleasure from my submissive body. ‘Tell him what you want, slut,' Andrew, subsequently taking his saliva-slick dick from my well-fucked mouth, impelled me.

"No, please don't...oh god," I responded to Robert's incisive thrust, added to by him stroking the root of my hardened clit, as if it were a mini cock, which I suppose, in some way, it is.

"You want to cum, don't you."

"No," I objected, but to what.

"Yes. Do it. Make me cum, make me cum, p-l-e-a-s-e." My utterance, demanding and needingly straggled as the warm glow I felt inside me presently erupted into a full on orgasm. I lost it, then and there.

"Fuck me! Fuck me, more, do it more, fuck your cock in me," I urged, never once saying his or Andrew's name as they pleasured my sexually responsive body.

"My turn, slut!" exclaimed Andrew, and between them they had me positioned as I previously was; on my knees, only this time with them further apart. Robert was stood in front of me holding his cum slick cock in readiness for me to once again suck. ‘Maybe they've decided to spare my ass,' I thought, only for Andrew, once he'd buried his thick length inside me, to roughly push, not ease, mind, three of his bony fingers up my back passage. I admit, I did murmur a languid degree of pleasure rather than the expected dull discomfort, but it was, after all, fingers; certainly not the erection that was purposefully ploughing my wet pussy; the juices of which, permeated in response to each successive swing of his hips and cock, and so ran down my humid thighs.

With his other hand on the small of my back, holding and guiding me onto his dick, my clit was momentarily neglected, that was, until I summoned up the need, more than any lack of embarrassment, to move my supportive right hand to stroke myself, something I'd never had the courage to do with my husband.

I was casually sucking Robert's profound length, however, that didn't seem to be enough for Andrew, as he grasped my hair and motioned my lips back and forth just as he swung his hips hard at me; his groin mimicking what hand slaps had previously done to my ass cheeks, which I dare say rippled with each forceful penetrative invasion of my married pussy.

By then, however, as I took their pleasure and made it mine, I didn't care. All that mattered were the two workmen's cocks that were skilfully reaming me - my mouth and cunt, which was subsequently on the end of a rhythmic screwing while my fingers, sticky in their quest, brought me to one and then two climaxes before they called a break. I was then, once more, in the ‘fuck me' position, only this time with me holding myself fully open for their attention; my upper arms and elbows against the backs of my cum moist thighs while I cradled an ankle in each hand.

One at a time, while stroking their cocks, Robert and Andrew licked my pussy and then licked and sucked my clit. I wanted, desperately, to close my legs when I came, however, I summoned up enough resistance as I continued to moan, sigh, murmur and gurgle my way to two wonderful euphoric orgasms - one from each of them.

Still holding myself as I was, Robert trailed my weeping pussy juices down to my anus and subsequently eased three of his much broader fingers up my asshole. 'Yike!' I cried out, followed by a low murmur as he twisted, gyrated and turned them inside me. It was only too evident what was next on the menu for them - my virgin ass.

"Go easy with me...please," I appealed, managing to somehow avoid a whimper.

"I do believe Jessie is an anal virgin," chuckled Andrew, almost, while exuding a wry smile.

"Beg him, go on, slut, beg Robert to nail your ass for you," Andrew urged.

"No, please, not that," I rejoined.

"You will, lady," Robert confidently intoned. "You'll see. Now, take your hands and hold yourself open," he enjoined of me.

Unable to resist, while I managed to still keep my legs back and open, I moved my hands to my shapely buttocks and timidly drew them open and apart. I then felt what had to be a plastic nozzle - there being no coldness from metal - on my exposed opening, followed by the rush of some liquid (oil no doubt) being injected into my tight virginal anus.

"That'll make it all the more tolerable," Andrew informed me, and then once more, though not as before, he knelt over me and with his probing cockhead immersed in my warm salivating mouth. To keep me quiet, I didn't doubt.

With the realisation of the short time I had, I prepared myself to be, well, ass fucked. There's no other way, polite that is, of putting it. I was holding myself open for Robert and then Andrew to fuck their long thick cocks up my tight virginal backside. Yes, holding myself open for them like a wanton slut, far from the dutiful wife of the man who'd hired them. And on top of that, I was expected to beg for it.

"Hurmngh," I murmured a response, when I felt the bulbous head of Robert's warm turgid cock slip and slide around my opening.

"Hurmngh!" I then uttered a muffled exclamation, as it was subsequently pushed inside and followed by more. At that point, Robert worked more of his cock, inch by painfully delicious inch, into my ass with me whimpering as I sucked down on the thick one in my mouth.

He must have drizzled some more of the oil on his cock, because the next portion slipped inside somewhat easier; stretching my ass, all the same, as I became ever more fuller. As he drove even deeper into me, I found myself coming to the realisation that it was worth it. Moments later, after some more attentiveness, I was going along with having my ass plundered, intruded, even, by Robert's long thick tool as it slid back and forth, all the while holding my ankles as he laid his firm erection to me.

"Hurmn," I murmured, and so continued as my asshole was treated to a much slower and smoother delight to that of my pussy. I have to admit, Robert knew exactly what he was doing and doing quite well. Even without my clit being touched, the sensations I felt from having him, a cock, up my ass, radiated throughout my body.

"Are you ready, Jessie," Andrew, above me intoned. ‘Ready for what,' my mind toiled to figure, as my climax broke and he withdrew my hungry lips and mouth from his slick dick.

"She's glowing," exclaimed Robert, who flexed himself with a degree of ease, having passed my ankles to Andrew. With his hands free, he thrummed my sticky distended clit with his right hand, while holding my pussy open with the other. I soon realised why, when his mate moved lower, enough that the head of his cock lined up with my exposed opening.

‘He's not,' my mind aghast. ‘Oh fuck, he is,' I realised, then I felt Andrew's helmet ease inside me.

"Hurmn, no, please, no." Then, "Please, more," as I was filled with cock, both setting off ever more tingles and delight, the like of which my body had never known, until then, that moment when I had two cocks inside me. One up my ass, one in my sex-crazed cunt, with only a thin membrane separating one cock from the other. I came, of course, and demanded more. Yes, I sort of begged for it. Begged them to fuck me: "Fuck my ass, fuck my cunt, just fuck me and make me, oh God, cummmm..."

I was then turned over and with Robert beneath me. His cock, straight from my ass, slid into my sodden pussy while Andrew moved behind me. In my mind, I couldn't bring myself to taste them, to suck their cock's afterwards, however, at that moment, my ass cried out to be filled. It was more than naughty, dirty, decadent, even, but it was what I wanted. "Stick that long cock of yours in my ass," I hissed, as I rose up and down the one in my pussy.

With Andrew going at me, I even found myself reaching around and urging him to be bolder - my hand on his right flank. ‘Fuck my ass, fuck it good, real good,' I impelled him, my body on its way to yet another exhilarating climax, influenced by that of Robert sucking one hard nipple while pulling, pinching and generally being abrasive with the other.

Finished with my slutty body for the day - they'd hinted at tomorrow, also - I was laid along the couch and from either side of me, Andrew sat on the backrest, they stroked their cocks off and showered my body with streams of delicious warm sticky spunk before leaving me to get dressed and then departing.