Ted kept his cock in Roberta's mouth until his balls were drained, and then he finished and pulled away from her and went to the bed. He lay down on the mattress with his cock hanging out of his fly and his eyes on the two women. He thought his wife looked especially beautiful now, the way she had her dress at her hips and her lovely ass slowly rolling around on Myrna's face.
He wondered how much time they'd used up. Then he told himself the hell with it, the time didn't matter.
Roberta remained on Myrna's face. She began humping now, fucking Myrna's face with her crotch. She maintained the rhythm, her eyes closed, moaning as she worked herself up to a climax. Then she came, shuddering and groaning, grinding her pussy against Myrna's face as she went off. When the spasms were finished, Roberta giggled and started pissing through her pantyhose. She told Ted about it.
"I'm getting soaked," Roberta said with a laugh.
Ted smiled and encouraged her. "You talked about doing it, didn't you?"
"Yes, I did," Roberta said. "Oh Ted, it's fun!"
She was still pissing, her crotch still on Myrna's upturned face. Myrna took the drenching. It turned her on now. She liked it when they pissed on her. She slid a hand down to her own crotch to finger her pussy. She frigged herself as Roberta continued pissing on her. It was coming out in dribbles now. Most of it was on Myrna, but a good deal of it was on Roberta's thighs and all over her nylon-covered crotch.
Myrna was sure they would buy her now. She wondered what she'd be in for after they took her home. She was certain she hadn't used all the kinks in Roberta yet. She hadn't even seen Roberta naked yet. Would Roberta want her in a bathtub to shit on her? Myrna shuddered as she thought about it. Roberta seemed so sedate. She couldn't imagine Roberta actually squatting over her to do something like that.
But she does a good job squatting to piss, Myrna thought. She decided Roberta would be like all the others. Roberta would shit on her slave just like all the others had.
Suddenly someone was pounding on the door. They heard Frank's voice. He sounded frantic.
"Get out!" Frank yelled at them. "The FBI is here and you'd better run!"
CHAPTER TEN
It was late afternoon and Myrna hummed a tune as she carried the packages into the house. As she expected, Neal wasn't home yet. She carried everything up to the bedroom and put the packages on the bed. She looked at the clock. She had an hour to get ready far him. He'd promised he'd be home by seven and now she prayed nothing would keep him at the office. Not tonight, she thought. She'd planned something special for tonight. Something exquisitely special.
She quickly stripped her clothes off, climbed into the shower and burned to jet her body fresh and clean again. She was already tingling with anticipation. You're a horny bitch, she thought. How exciting it was. How marvelous it was to look forward to an evening with Neal like this.
Then finally she was out of the shower. She dried off with a large towel, wrapped the towel around her body and walked into the bedroom. What first? What the hell should she do first? Then she told herself to calm down. She had plenty of time.
She used the towel to dry up a few more wet spots on her body and then she tossed it away. She wanted heels. She always felt sexier when she wore high heels. After rummaging in the closet, she pulled out a pair of high-heeled mules and slipped them on. She walked over to the mirror and looked at herself. She full-length briefly cupped her tits in her hands and then dropped her hands down to her hips. She turned to look at the curve of her ass. Well, she still had it. Not an ounce of fat. The body was still there the fruity tits and the full ass and the lovely legs. Nothing the worse for wear. All those weeks and weeks of horrible things happening to her, but she still looked good.
She hurried away now to do her make-up at her dressing table. She worked on her face nearly a half hour, and then when she was finished she put some lipstick on her nipples. Just a touch to make them stand out even more. Mostly because it made her feel sexier. She ran her fingers between her cuntlips and then brought the fingers to her nose to sniff at them. Hot pussy, little girl. Oh, yes, she was hot, all right. She fought off the urge to give herself a climax. Save it for Neal, she thought. She'd get her clit stroked plenty tonight.
After that she went to the bed to unwrap the packages she'd brought home from downtown. Out came three different lingerie sets. And some bondage items.
Myrna quivered as she looked at the stuff. Wrist-cuffs and a leather collar and a ball-gag and some other things. She put on a black leather garter belt first. Then she sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled on a pair of black nylons, smoothing the nylon over her long legs, pulling them tight at the tops and attaching the straps of the garter belt. She slipped the mules back on and went to look at her legs in the full length mirror. She smiled at what she saw.
Then she decided she could do better than the mules. She decided she'd wear pumps. She found the black pumps with the five-inch heels and put them on. Yes, that was much better. Very sexy. She felt happy as she went to get the other things she wanted. Her pussy was already wet even as she was getting ready for him.
Ten minutes later she heard the front door opening and she went down to meet Neal.
"Hello, darling." They smiled as they greeted each other, and then she moved into his arms and they kissed. Yes, this was what she wanted. Frank and all the others were in jail and now she was back with Neal and a new life. She pressed against him. Then she pulled back and offered to fix the drinks while he showered. "But you won't be long, will you?"
He smiled at her. "No more than five minutes."
She turned some music on as he left and she went to the bar to make the drinks. Then she stopped before she was doing and she went down to the hall mirror to look at her legs in the nylons. Yes, she liked them. She pulled the bottom part of her robe open to expose her thighs above the tops of her stockings. Finally she untied the belt of the robe end opened it all the way. Now she had the whole effect. Nylons and panties and garter belt and the mounds of her tits in her bra. The bra had holes to show her nipples. The panties had no crotch. She wore a gold ring through one cuntlip, the ring clearly visible at the top of her slit. The sheer black nylons were pulled tight on her thighs by the garter straps. She flicked one of her nipples back and forth with a fingertip. She was afraid to touch her pussy because she knew she would find it soaked, and once she touched herself there she'd go on with it and just make herself more crazy. Crazy hot. Myrna, control yourself, she thought.
She went back to the bar to finish making the drinks and before long Neal was back. He was wearing a robe now. He came behind her and stroked her ass through the wrapper. She giggled with delight and swayed her ass against his hand. Then she handed him his drink and they toasted each other.
"To us, darling," Neal said.
They looked at each other's eyes and smiled as they sipped their drinks.
Then Myrna put her drink down. She untied her robe, slipped it off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor.
She watched his face. She saw the heat in his eyes as he looked at her body.
He pursed his lips and whistled softly. "Jesus, Myrna!"
"Do you like it?"
"That ring down there."
"It's pure gold."
"Doesn't it hurt?"
"It's like an earring, silly. It goes right through. I had a time finding a place where they do it, but once I was there the whole thing took about three minutes."
Pretending she needed something at the bar, she deliberately turned to show him her ass. She hoped she could get her butt on his mind tonight. They'd been doing nothing but straight fucking since she'd got back and tonight she was in the mood to get her back door unhinged. Frank the cop had been theist one. Neal's cock wasn't as big as Frank's, but it was nice enough and her shit-tube was aching for it. He'd get her ass after the surprise, of course. She glanced at the cock and saw that it was almost time. Another twenty minutes or so.