Ibis - Leviathan Laroche (love letters to the dead .txt) 📗

open.

I watched as Larry also got on his hands and knees, next to her face. I could hear him as he talked to you.

“That feel good don’t it slut?”

“Oh Sir. Oh yes,” my wife moaned.

“But your not gonna cum now are you? You not gonna cost me $100 are you slut? I might have to punish you if you do,” he warned.

“Oh no Sir. Ohhhhh sooo close,” she was whispering.

Larry started to squeeze and pinch her nipples, “maybe this’ll take your mind off your pussy.”

“Oh yes Sir. Oh please, harder,” Jane was actually pushing her breast into his finger. Trying to get him to pinch even harder than he was. “That’s soo good Sir.”

The young man sat up, dropping her legs on the floor with a thump. His face wet with her pussy juices he looked at Jane squirming before him.

“Maybe I fuck the bitch she’ll cum.”

My hand was probably a blur on my cock, I didn’t bother to look away from the scene in front of me, as he slammed himself inside her, his cock sinking all the way into her sloppy pussy. Both of them moaned as he started to fuck her. Slamming his cock into my wife’s cunt I thought for sure that she would cum. But she didn’t. He did. Emptying himself deep inside, he collapsed on top of her. His breathing was rapid, sweat rolled from his face, all he could say was: “shit, I owe you $100 man!”

They all took her after that, one after the other. Sometimes two at the same time, one in her mouth one in cunt. Jane didn’t cum, I don’t know how she didn’t, but she didn’t.

When they were done, she was still on the floor, moaning and writhing around. Still pumping her hips like there was a cock inside her.

“How you doing slut?” asked Larry.

“Oh Sir. I need to cum. Please Sir,” her eyes were wide, begging him.

“How your pussy feel,” he asked.

“It aches Sir. Pleeeaaaassee.”

“No bitch. You just learning to be my slut. But we’re going to give you something to remember tonight with,” Larry was smiling at that, enjoying his own private joke.

I watched as he got up and moved to his pants. He turned, holding up a black magic marker.

“We’re all gonna write something on your whore body. Something that you can see to remember tonight, and I’m going to start,” he pronounced.

Bending over my wife, he started writing on her breasts. Her beautiful full breasts. Jane moaned and pushed toward the pen as he wrote. When he was finished, he sat back.

“Sit up cunt. Show the boys what I wrote, read it for them,” he ordered

Jane sat up, looking down at herself she read, “I am Larry’s Slut Whore.”

It was written big too, in permanent marker. This was going to be interesting.

Passing the pen, he instructed all of them to write something on her body. I watched, probably looking like an idiot with my mouth hanging open as they wrote things like: “Nicest Piece of Ass I’m Had” on her back. And “This Is My Slut Hole” with an arrow pointing down on her belly.

When they finished, her body was covered in lewd comments. Larry made her read them all as she fingered herself. Every one seemed to send her closer to orgasm.

“OK bitch. We’re going now,” he said looking directly into her eyes so that he knew she would hear him. “But you’re going out with me this Saturday night. You understand?”

Saturday night. I didn’t work Saturday night. I’d be home. What the hell?

“But but but, my husband?” Jane stammered.

“Figure something out bitch,” Larry said as he handed her a piece of paper. “This is where I want you at 10 Saturday night. Wear only that stolen dress and shoes. You got that? Nothing else.”

“Yes Sir,” I could see that Jane was struggling with this.

“OK slut. Two more things. One, you are to play with your slut pussy twice a day until Saturday. But you are not to cum. You got that? No cumming! I want you close each time, and I want you aching on Saturday.”

“Yes Sir,” Jane even smiled a little at that one. Worse was to come, for her anyway, not for me.

“Now tell me, my little slut bitch. Have you ever been fucked in the ass? That’s the third thing,” Larry asked her.

“No Sir,” Jane looked concerned at that. I’d tried to play with her ass before but she had very roughly rejected me.

“OK. Well, I don’t want to be the first. I might hurt you with my cock,” he laughed at this along with the other men.

“Have your husband fuck you there first. Stretch you out for me a little. You understand me?” he wasn’t likely to take no for an answer.

“Yes Sir. I’ll have my husband fuck my slut ass for you Sir. And, I’ll be there at 10 on Saturday, and I’ll play with myself without cumming,” she tried to kiss him but he pushed her away.

“I’m not kissing you now, you’ve cum on your face. Dumb bitch. I’ll see you on Saturday. One last thing,” he said taking something out of his pocket. “Since I own you, you should be wearing a collar. Just like a good pet,” and he slipped a chain-metal dog collar over her head. It was made of large links, obviously intended for a very large dog, it hung heavily around her neck.

“Don’t take that off bitch. Ever. It’ll help you remember what you are,” Jane was touching the collar, her eyes very wide, as he spoke. Her hand was still touching her collar as one at a time they left by the front door.

I watched for a while more as Jane touched herself. Running her hands over her body, she stroked her breasts, her pussy. Her body was trembling as she reread each of the things written on her, obviously close to orgasm the entire time. I could hear her whispering aloud as she read: “I Am Larry’s Slut Whore.”

Finally she got up and walked into the bedroom, I followed from the outside of the house by going to the adjacent sliding glass doors. I watched as she hid the note with Saturday’s address on it in her sweater drawer, and went into the shower. She was there for a long time, and when she came out I could still read the writing on her body. It was a little lighter, but she was going to have to work hard to hide it from me.

Especially when I was fucking her in the ass! Bull Chpt.3

 I was sniffing the milk carton, trying to determine if it was still good, when Jane walked by me the next morning. She had a slight smile on her face and she was shaking her head, she thinks its funny when I do things like sniff the milk. Of course, she was completely dressed, covered from head to toe so that I couldn’t see the magic marker writing on her body. She was quiet, just giving me a brief kiss and telling me that she was going to go shopping before I went into the bedroom to get some sleep.

As soon as I heard her leave the house I went into her sweater drawer. The slip of paper was right where she had left it the night before, and I quickly memorized the address before returning it to its hiding place. Since Saturday was still several days away, this would give me time for a scouting expedition.

I wasn’t sure how she was going to get me to fuck her in the ass, and without letting me see the writing, but I couldn’t wait to find out. Just before my alarm clock would have gone off Jane kissed me awake. She was being very loving all of a sudden. There’s nothing like waking up, all warm with a nice morning hard-on, and being kissed and stroked by the woman you love.

I was confused about my feelings. I love her, but I had become very turned on watching her the night before. And, I was very turned on by her submissiveness to Larry. It suddenly became clear to me: I wanted to be her Larry, her Master. But I had no idea how to make that happen.

As we kissed I touched the dog collar around her neck, and drew back.

“What’s this?” I asked.

“Oh, just a little fashion statement. Very hip. Do you like it?” she lied.

“Yes. I think I do,” I said, using the lope when the leash would be attached to pull her toward me. She smiled, closed her eyes, and kissed me very hard. I was thinking how interesting it was that she responded to that little bit of rough control so passionately.

The room was in shadow. It was overcast and had started to rain. Jane must have thought that this was a good time to fulfill her commitment regarding her ass.

I had slept naked, and Jane was now stroking a very hard cock. “Do you want to do something a little different?” she asked. “Something I’ve thought about doing before?”

Normally I would have played with her a little, but with all the work up, I was in no mood to wait. “Sure,” I said. “What do you have in mind?”

She was under the covers with me, still completely dressed. Rolling over on her side so that her back was to me, she pulled down the sweat pants she was wearing. Her ass was pressed against my cock under the covers so that I couldn’t see anything.

“I put some lotion on my butt honey,” she whispered. “Would you make love to me there?”

Her hand was on my cock, rubbing me on her ass as she asked. Just as she finished she pushed back and I felt my cock pop inside of her.

A long “AAAHHH” escaped her lips as I sank inside of her.

I started to move in and out of her, slowly at first. I ran my hand over her hips, toward her clit, only to find that her hand was already there, stroking her pussy as I fucked her.

“Oh god honey. If I’d known how good this feels we’d have done it years ago,” she moaned.

As we fucked, I pushed the blankets down a little, and watched as she tried to pull them back up. Picking up the pace, I fucked her ass harder and faster. Her moans were constant now, as her fingers flew over her clit in rhythm with my cock. With a loud moan I came in her ass, and she stopped touching herself immediately, obviously fighting off the impending orgasm.

I ran my hand over her ass cheeks and between her legs as we caught our breath.

“Honey,” I asked enjoying the moment. “What’s on your ass? It looks like black marks or something.”

“Oh, its nothing,” she said much too fast. She jumped out of bed, my cock popping out of her ass, as she jerked her sweat pants back into place.

Bending back to kiss me she said, “Thank you for doing that. I think I’d like to try that again sometime.” And I think she meant it.

I stayed in bed for a few minutes after she left. I had been able to read the writing of course. It