A Quick Call
By lecturer427
The video call was already ringing when he set the phone down in front of me. I was a little surprised to see my husband’s smiling face a few seconds later when the call was answered. I mean, I didn’t see much point in calling him. He knew why I had flown across the country from the east coast to the west coast and I didn’t see much point in making him, or letting him, witness any of it. But I had been ordered to tell whoever answered what had happened since I’d arrived the day before.
“Hey, Jessica,” my husband, Michael, said cheerily. “How’s it going so far.” I couldn’t answer him right away. I was very conscious of the slight rocking back and forth I couldn’t control and the fact that my face must have been beet red. I tried my best to stifle the involuntary grunting escaping my lips. “Oh God,” Michael said as realization dawned in his brain. “He’s fucking you right now, isn’t he?”
I nodded quickly and managed a curt, “Yes,” through a grunt. “In the…uunnhh…ass,” I grunted again, my face rocking back and forth towards the phone’s screen as the thickest cock I’d ever had thrust in and out of my abused and overstretched asshole. “When he…uunnhh…picked me up…uunnhh…from the airport…uunnhh…he said…uunnhh…it would be a…uunnhh…anal only weekend…uunnhh…for him.”
“Anal only?” my husband asked with a little bit of surprise in his voice. I could only see his face but could clearly hear the sound of his zipper pulling down as he fished out his cock to jerk himself. “So you’ve only been fucked in the ass?”
“Not exactly…uunnhh. As soon as…uunnhh…we got to his place…uunnhh…he had me take…uunnhh…a shower…uunnhh…and then brought me…uunnhh…out to his shed…uunnhh…still naked and dripping wet…uunnhh…and tied me to a metal frame…uunnhh. Then he invited…uunnhh…some guys that…uunnhh…were working in the yard…uunnhh…to fuck me for their tip. Uunnhh…he made them…uunnhh…wear condoms of course…uunnhh…but they both…uunnhh…fucked my pussy…uunnhh…and my mouth.”
“Oh God!” Michael said. “Complete strangers!” I could hear the furious jerking of his cock. It sounded wet. I wondered how many times he had jerked imagining what I was going through. It was the reason why I had flown out here; so I could get fucked and dominated in a way Michael wasn’t capable of but in a way that I needed.
“Yes,” I said through a grunt. “I’m still tied…uunnhh…to the frame. Haven’t been let up…uunnhh…since he tied me down…uunnhh…last night.”
“Jeezus!” Michael exclaimed. It always surprised me how innocent my husband seemed. “What’s that weird noise?” he asked curiously as he furiously beat his meat.
“It’s a…uunnhh…goat milker,” I told him knowing exactly what noise he was referring to. The whirring of the pump was distinct. “He hooked it up…uunnhh…to my tits yesterday…and had it on my clit…uunnhh…overnight too. But he takes it…uunnhh…off my clit when he wants to…fuck so I’m…uunnhh…aware and not lost…uunnhh…in a fog of orgasms.”
“Fuck, you breasts must be sore,” Michael commented.
“Tits,” I corrected my husband, not wanting to get punished for his mistake. “When I’m…uunnhh…here they’re tits…uunnhh. And not really…uunnhh…I’ve gotten used to it. Aaahhhggg!”
“What happened, honey! Are you alright?” Michael asked, concerned.
“Yeah. Yeah. I’m fine,” I said suddenly out of breath and gasping. “He just suddenly pulled out and it hurt a little when his cockhead passed my sphincter. In fact my asshole is just generally sore. You know he doesn’t cum after five minutes like you; he’s fucked my ass four times since I got here and it’s been over an hour each time.” I paused to let that sink in. He seemed to be jerking his cock faster. “It feels like a truck’s been ramming up my ass, like it won’t close; sore and overused like a muscle that’s been worked out too much.”
“Did he just cum in your ass?” my husband asked breathing hard. His face was probably as red as mine.
“No, not yet. I’m not sure what he’s…aaaiiieee!”
“What, what is it?” Michael asked, pleading with me to tell him.
“He turned up the goat milker,” I gasped. “He must have not liked that I said it didn’t hurt. You know what he told me? That he wants to have a woman here 24/7 to milk and fuck whenever he wants. A freeuse slut that never says 'no'. He said I’d be perfect for it but that it can’t be me because of our marriage.”
“Oh, God,” Michael gasped. Our eyes were locked together. “You want to do it, don’t you?” he asked. “I can see it in your eyes, you want to be his slut to use however he wants.”
“For the first time,” I said, “I regretted that we were married.” A flash of pain flickered across my husband’s face but was quickly gone as he continued jerking his cock vigorously. “He eventually wants to knock this freeuse slut up. Could you imagine? My belly swollen with his child? We’d tell everyone that you were the father. You’d raise his bastard as your own.”
“Oh, God!” my husband groaned for the last time. I saw a shot of sperm flash before the screen as he ejaculated all over himself.
I waited a few seconds for him to recover. “You don’t have to worry. He says no matter how perfect I’d be he won’t break up our marriage. But he did ask if I’d come out once a month to serve him over a weekend until he finds his slut. I said 'yes'.
“You’re not going to stop, are you?” my husband asked.
“No,” I told him honestly. “I’ll come as long as he wants me.” We looked at each other silently for a few seconds. Then I felt the fat bulbous head of that thick cock press against my sphincter again. “Aaarrrggghhh!” I cried out as it slid forcefully inside my sore asshole. He immediately rammed it in hard and fast. I imagined what I must look like; bent over a frame on my hands and knees with my ass high up in the air just begging to be fucked. It was comfortable for the fuckers but not so comfortable for me.
I couldn’t speak to my husband anymore; my breath was being knocked out of me with every rapid thrust. All I could manage was a repeated, “Aaahhh, aaahhh, aaahhh,” as the thick cock felt like it was going to drill right through me and erupt out my mouth. The low hanging balls were slapping obscenely against my pussy so loudly that I’m sure my husband could hear it over my cries and the whirring of the goat milker.
After what seemed like an eternity of heavy pounding, with a loud final grunt my ass was filled with cum yet again. So much cum had already been shot up my backside over the weekend that I was sure I’d be shitting cum logs for a week. The cock was withdrawn quickly again with no concern for my comfort (it had been made clear to me as soon as I stepped off the plane that my comfort didn’t matter) to be cleaned and readied for the next time it needed to be buried in the tight confines of my ass.
I think Michael had been quiet the entire time and when my eyes lifted up to the phone again I could see him staring back at me with an awed look on his face. “That was good,” I told him. “But my clit is still throbbing. I think that’s the most frustrating thing. The goat milker leaves it painfully erect no matter how many times I cum. And I can’t touch it. And he never touches it.”
“That’s too bad,” my husband replied. I think he didn’t know what else to say.
“He’s going to untie me later this evening. His two brothers are coming over tomorrow to watch the 49ers/Seahawks game and he wants me to serve them too. I’m sure they’ll want some pussy and I’ll cum all over their cocks.” Michael didn’t say anything but I could see the concerned look on his face. “Don’t worry, he’s got this leather mask for me to wear. The only thing they’ll see is my mouth. It’s even got a handle on the top to make it easier for them to fuck my throat.”
“O…o…okay then,” Michael stammered. “As long as they don’t see your face.”
“They won’t,” I assured him. “Hey, I’ve got to go now.”
“Oh, okay. Tell my dad I love him…I guess,” Michael said slowly.
“No need. He heard you,” I said. “He’s about to put the milker back on my clit and a few seconds after that I won’t know up from down.”
I looked up at my father-in-law as he reached down and ended the call. He was naked from the waist down and his fat cock was still semi hard and swinging thickly between his thighs. I still couldn’t believe he fit that entire thing in my tight little ass. “Oh, by the way,” he said, “a couple of my nephews are coming tomorrow too.”
“Is one of them Tom?” I asked.
“Yeah, why?” he asked back.
“No reason. I just caught him trying to look down the front of my blouse at Christmas,” I said.
“Well, he won’t need to sneak any peeks tomorrow. You’ll be naked the entire time, aside from the mask.”
“Yeah,” I agreed feeling a surge go through my pussy at the thought of being naked in front of all those men.
“Oh, and my brother Eric is into pissing so you’ll probably end up in the tub getting drenched with piss and cum tomorrow night,” my father-in-law informed me.
“Yes Sir.”