CHAPTER EIGHT
Six months later Zelda became Mrs. Henry Allen. Henry's first wife walked out on him a week after Henry brought Zelda home and Zelda was happy to take her place.
Zelda immediately went down on her knees. She loved Henry's prick. She teased him at first by just licking his piss-hole. He had such a darling cock. She skinned his cock-knob and sucked on the fat pink plum. Henry murmured his approval and started pissing. He stopped at intervals to give Zelda a chance to swallow. She took it all. She loved it. She took all his hot piss down her throat and before he finished she had a small orgasm.
Henry teased her about it. "You came, bitch!"
Zelda smiled at him and nodded. "You know I always do. Let me suck you off now so you can come too!"
Henry shook his head. "Not now, I'm too bushed."
"Please, Henry!"
"I said no. You just had your kicks with a mouthful of piss. What more do you want?"
"I want jism."
"Christ, you're a vampire!"
"Every woman is a vampire, Henry!"
"You're the first woman who ever got off on my piss. Gloria would have used a baseball bat on me if I ever suggested it!"
Zelda chuckled. "But deep inside that's what she wanted. She was dying to have you piss in her mouth. I'm glad it never happened. I'm glad I was the one to get it instead. Come on, Henry, let me suck you off! I'll rim you and then suck the juice out of your balls. Wouldn't you like that?"
"I said no."
"I'm turned on!"
"Use your finger. Better yet, use a hairbrush or something! Come on, slut, show Daddy how you get off!"
Zelda laughed and went to get her hairbrush. She sat down in the armchair near the window and pulled her dress up to her waist. As usual, she wore no panties, just a garter belt and stockings. She spread her legs wide and slowly worked the handle of the hairbrush inside her cunt-hole.
"I'd rather have your cock in here," she said. Henry lit a cigar and sat down to watch her. "Go on, fuck it in and out. Get your rocks off and maybe I'll have some peace!"
Zelda screwed the hairbrush in and out of her cunt for five minutes, but it did no good. She begged Henry to fuck her.
"It's our honeymoon," she said. "It's our first night in Las Vegas and I think you ought to fuck me!" She finally convinced him. He put the cigar in the ashtray she tossed the hairbrush onto the bed. Henry gazed at her sopping cunt a moment and then he told her to turn around and bend over on the chair.
Zelda mewled with pleasure and hurried to get herself into position. She looked over her shoulder and watched Henry drop his pants and shorts.
"Will you do my ass, Henry?"
"Is that what you want?"
"Fuck my ass and then let me suck your cock afterward."
"You're a filthy slut!"
"You know I like doing it!"
"Okay, that's what you get!"
He brought a tube of Vaseline from the dresser and spread some grease over his cock. Then he did her asshole, dabbing some grease on the ring and pushing his finger inside.
Zelda moaned softly as she felt his finger screw inside her ass. Henry continued teasing her asshole. He could feel how hot she was. Her asshole was on fire.
"Christ, what a beauty!" he said. Zelda purred. "You like it?"
"Sure I like it."
"Is it nicer than Gloria's?"
"Shut up and hold still while I get in!"
Then he pushed his knob at her shit-hole. Zelda groaned and opened herself and in moment Henry's cock slid smoothly inside her shit-tube.
"Oh, that's good!" she said with a groan.
"Hold still, slut!"
He took it easy at first. He wanted her ass to be wide open before he started ramming her. He worked his cock in and out with short, slow strokes. Zelda's ass gradually softened and she moaned as her asshole turned into butter.
Henry grunted. He watched his cock-shaft as he started the ride. Her asshole was like a big round mouth around his sliding cock. He smiled as Zelda began revolving her ass in circles. Her timing was perfect. Each time he thrust in, she screwed her ass around to give both of them the most pleasure.
Then Zelda began the clamping. She had a trained asshole and she knew how to clamp down on a cock when she was being fucked. Henry had been impressed by that the first time he fucked her shitter. He hadn't yet told her that was the reason he agreed to marry her. That and the way she liked being a slave. She was so different than Gloria. His first wife took a cock in her ass only as a last resort and then she would run to the bathroom to let the jism drip out. Zelda didn't run anywhere. After she had her ass fucked, she always turned around to clean his cock with her mouth.
"Geronimo!" Henry said.
The next moment he started spurting his jism in Zelda's hot shit-tube.
Later they went downstairs to the casino. Henry gambled at the roulette table while Zelda watched. She really had no interest in what was going on. She could think about nothing except what they would do when they were in their room again.
She was always turned on now. She seemed to be in a state of constant sexual arousal. Here in Las Vegas they were pretending to be an ordinary couple. But she knew they weren't ordinary at all. She was a total slave to Henry and she doubted there were many women here like that. Things had changed so much since the days before her first enslavement by Malcolm and Josie.
Henry finally tired of gambling. Zelda had no idea how much money he lost. It was all her money and she didn't care one way or the other. Money wasn't important to her anymore.
She wiggled her ass with anticipation as she rode the elevator with Henry back to their room. Once they were inside the room, she immediately turned to him and kissed him.
"Do something nasty to me!" she said. "Piss in my mouth again!"
Henry was annoyed. He pushed her away. When she moved back to him, he slapped her face. "Cut it out, bitch!"
Zelda's pulse raced. "Go on, hit me, Henry. Beat me up!"
"Christ, you're crazy."
"I'm your slave. Didn't you say I was your slave?"
"That's right, you're my slave. Fix me a drink!"
When she handed him a glass half-filled with Scotch, he smirked at her. "You want the whip?"
Zelda quivered. "Yes, I'd like it!" So that's what they did. Henry brought the small black whip out of the suitcase and Zelda knelt on the bed with her dress pulled up to expose her ass.
He teased her. He knew how to make her crazy with want. First he stroked the handle of the whip up and down her ass-crack until he had her gyrating her ass and begging for it. "Please, Henry!"
"You've got a fat little cunt. I like the way it looks from the back like this."
She moved her legs further apart and opened her cuntlips with her fingers. "Can you see my clit?"
"Sure, I can see it. Stick your fingers in your cunt."
He made her diddle herself while he watched. Then he poked the handle of the whip at her asshole and slowly pushed it inside. Zelda loved it. She squirmed her ass to get more of the handle. Henry chuckled and pushed a good six inches of the handle inside her tight shitter. Then he pulled the handle out and told her to suck it.
"I can't hold it until you clean it," he said. Zelda licked and sucked the leather whip handle. She loved the whip. The handle was almost as thick as a cock and it always felt marvelous when she had it in her ass. And the other end of the whip, the business end, was always delicious when Henry used it on her ass.
After the handle was clean, Henry took the whip in his hand and told Zelda to bend over again. Zelda mewled as she lowered her shoulders to the mattress. "I'm so hot for it, Henry!"
He chuckled. He clenched his teeth, raised his arm and gave her the first stroke. It was a well made whip of fine leather and Zelda immediately cried out.
Henry raised the whip again. "Keep your mouth shut, I don't want any trouble with the hotel." And down slashed the whip again to make the second red stripe on Zelda's creamy white ass.