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“I will do anything you ask. Please use me. Please, please use me.”

My wife Anne was begging. But she wasn’t begging me

She had asked me to humiliate her, to degrade her. I had delved into her sexual past and found the perfect storm. She’d had a complicated sexual relationship with her friends when she was growing up and a lot of emotion from that time remained. I’d invited two of her friends to our house to fulfil Anne’s dark fantasy.

They’d forced her to masturbate for them. Jane, had held Anne’s face pressed against the floor while Emily had taunted Anne until Anne had crumbled and begged to be pushed beyond her limits.

Jane stood up suddenly, releasing her hold on Anne’s head. Anne took a deep, shuddering breath. Jane pulled her panties from under her dress and dropped them beside Anne’s face. She lay down on the floor in from of Anne and spread her legs wide. She put her legs over Anne’s shoulders and dug her high heels roughly into Anne’s back. She had the wildest spread of dark pubic hair that I’ve ever seen. She grabbed Anne by the hair and pulled my wife’s face hard against her pussy.

“You can breathe when I cum.” Jane said harshly. Anne started to lick her frantically. Jane held her head tight with both hands.

Emma picked up the wine bottle that had started the night. It was still at least a third full. She stood above Anne’s head. Jane opened her eyes and saw Emma standing there. She twisted Anne’s face away from her pussy. Emma slowly poured the remaining wine onto my wife’s face. Anne sputtered and gasped. I took another picture. When the bottle was empty Jane forced Anne’s attention back to her pussy. She moaned loudly as my wife ate her.

Emma moved up behind Anne and pushed the bottle against her lips. Anne tried to shake her head no, but Jane held her fast. Emma was not gentle. With one fluid motion she pushed the bottle as deep into Anne as it would go. Anne screamed into Jane’s pussy. That pushed Jane over the edge. She started to buck upwards against Anne’s face. She held Anne’s head tightly between her hands, refusing to let my wife move, barely giving her enough space to breathe. Jane’s thighs spasmed and closed tightly as she came on Anne’s tongue. When she fell back Anne sat up and gasped for air. I took a picture of her cum coated face. She had one of Jane’s pubic hairs on her lips.

Anne didn’t have much of a respite. Jane rolled over and pushed Anne’s head back to the ground. Emma started to fuck Anne with the bottle. Hard. Her mouth free, Anne started to beg, it wasn’t clear what for.

“Please. Please. Please.” Over and over. Softly at first. Then louder. Emma was unrelenting. Brutal even. Suddenly Anne’s whole body went rigid. She screamed a final plea and started to shake uncontrollably. She came for the second time that night, her pussy ravaged by the bottle. Emma beckoned me over. She pushed the bottle as deep as it would go and took her hands away from the glass. I took a picture of Anne, her ass high in the air, the wine bottle sticking out of her pussy.

Jane flipped Anne on her back and my wife lay there, splayed out on the wooden floor, the bottle protruding obscenely between her legs. I took more pictures. Anne tried to cover her pussy with her hands and Jane held her back, keeping her exposed. Emma pulled the bottle away and it came out with an audible pop. She lay down on my exhausted wife and firmly pushed the wet bottle into Anne’s mouth. I heard it clink against Anne’s teeth.

Emma seemed to be taking great delight in tormenting Anne. I was worried that things were going too far. But Anne knew exactly how to stop things and she made no move to do so. She had the strangest look on her face. She was drenched. Wine, sweat, drool and Jane’s cum all covered her. She was straining as Emma forced the bottle deeper and deeper in to her mouth, but her eyes were strangely serene and, as tense as she was, she still seemed relaxed.

Emma pushed the bottle into Anne’s mouth, then into her throat. Anne struggled not to gag. Her mouth was stretched as wide as if could go, her lips pulled thin. Emma held the bottle there for a minute, then with a sharp little movement she pushed the bottle just a fraction deeper, then pulled it out, leaving Anne gagging and gasping for air.

Emma dropped the bottle to the side, letting it roll away from her. Then, surprising us all she dropped between Anne’s legs and started to eat her pussy. Anne writhed under the onslaught. Just before she came again, Emma pulled away. With an incongruous little giggle she climbed back on top of Anne and kissed her on the lips. She then climbed off and knelt beside Anne’s head.

She stretched Anne’s arms out and gently nudged her to roll over. Once Anne lay on her belly Emma fiery pinned her arms over her head.

“Jane.” Emma asked. “You’re still pretty mad than Anne let Ed fuck her ass, aren’t you?” Anne grew very still.

“Yes.”

“Then you should show her how hard an ass fucking can really go.” Jane smiled at that and reached down to touch Anne’s ass. She grabbed each cheek as if to pull them aside.

With that Anne bolted. She tried to scramble away from Jane, but Emma held her fast.

“No.” Anne pleaded. “Don’t fuck my ass. Please don’t. Please.” Jane push down hard on Anne’s cheeks, pinned her to the floor. Anne couldn’t see, but Emma looked at me in concern. Anne was begging and trying to pull away. But she didn’t say the safe word. I urged the women to continue.

Jane grabbed Anne by the hips and pulled her ass up. She spread Anne wide even as my wife begged her not to continue. I took a gorgeous picture of Jane staring at Anne’s tight puckered hole.

Jane gathered saliva in her mouth and spit on Anne’s ass.

“Please Jane. Don’t do this.” Jane used her thumb to rub the wetness into Anne. She spit again.

“Please don’t.” Jane knit three fingers together and put them at the entrance to Anne’s ass.

“Please.” In a swift, hard motion Jane plunged her fingers deep into Anne. Anne shouted in pain, surprise, maybe a bit of pleasure. I took a picture of Anne, her ass impaled on her girlfriend’s finger. Jane pulled out her hand, then pushed her index finger back in. She took her time now, exploring Anne’s ass, twisting and curling her finger. I took picture after picture. Tears started to roll from Anne’s eyes. She kept pleading with Jane to stop, but more quietly now. Emma held Anne in place, preventing escape.

Jane pushed her finger into Anne as deeply as she could, then curled it sharply around. Anne gasped loudly. Her hips pushed back involuntarily.

“She likes it.” Emma said. “The little slut likes getting her ass finger fucked.” Anne’s body shook. Jane slide a second finger in.

“Wait.” Emma demanded. She stood up, releasing Anne. Anne made no move to escape. “I want to see how much Anne really likes ass.” She took off her pants and knelt down in front of Anne, facing away. Emma spread her ass in front of Anne’s face, exposing a tiny, tight little asshole. Emma pulled tight on each cheek. She clenched her muscles and her asshole twitched. It was beyond lewd. It was obscene.

“Eat her ass.” Jane demanded. Anne made no move. “Eat. Her. Ass.” Jane pushed Anne forward with the fingers in her ass. Anne gasped in pain. She tentatively stuck her tongue out and licked at Emma’s hole. The camera flashed. Emma gasped. Jane pushed harder and Anne stumbled forward. She pushed her face between Emma’s cheeks and started to lick. Emma pushed back, grinding her ass into my wife’s face.

“Deeper” Emma demanded. Anne struck her tongue out as far as she could, pushing it into Emma asshole, licking inside her. Emma moaned.

“Make me cum.” Emma demanded. Anne started to eat Emma’s pussy, alternating from pussy to ass. It wasn’t enough for Emma. She rolled to her back and pushed Anne into her pussy. Anne ate her until she came. After Emma’s orgasm Jane moved her thumb to Anne’s clit. She rubbed Anne hard while fucking her ass. Anne started to rock, pushing back against Jane. Just when it seemed that Anne would cum Jane stopped. She pulled her fingers out and Anne whimpered, both from the absence and from the shame. She could feel her asshole gaping open.

Jane put the toe of her high heel shoe against the small of Anne’s back. She pushed down hard, forcing Anne against the floor.

“You want to cum, don’t you Anne?” Emma asked. Anne whimpered. Jane slowly lowered her heel. It pressed lightly between the cheeks of her ass. Anne felt it come to rest against her hole. Anne had no way of knowing that I’d bought the heels especially for this. They were safe sex toys. Instead, to Anne, it felt sharp, dangerous. I grabbed some lube I’d stashed by the couch. I pushed the tip into Anne’s ass and squeezed. I filled her, using the entire bottle. Lube dripped out of her, over her pussy, pooling on the floor.

“Tell us how much you love this. How much you love being degraded. Tell us that, from this moment on, we own your body and we can do anything we want to it.”

“I love this.” Anne gasped. “I want you to degrade me. My body belongs to you. It always has. I’ve just never had the courage to tell you. Take me. Use me.”

There was a long pause. Tension seemed to fill the air. Anne whispered the final phrase.

“Hurt me.”

Jane pushed down with her heel. The long slender spike forced its way into Anne’s ass. Anne screamed. Anne came. Her body clenched and shook. Jane stood above her, like a conquering hero, pinning her to ground, her high heel deep inside my wife’s ass. I took a picture.

After a minute Jane pulled out. Anne gasped and curled into a ball. Her body was wracked with orgasms and she shook wildly.

“We aren’t done yet.” Emma said. “I want my turn.” She pushed Anne on to her back. Anne made no effort to withstand. She flopped over, still shuddering. Emma pushed Anne’s legs wide. Anne stared blankly at the ceiling.

Emma pushed a finger into Anne’s pussy. Anne didn’t react. Emma pushed in a second finger. Now Anne tried to feebly push her away. Jane intercepted Anne’s hand. Emma slipped a third finger in. Anne moaned. Emma softly fucked Anne with three fingers, then slid in a fourth. Anne grunted and pushed down against Emma. Emma gestured for Jane and I to hold Anne’s legs. We held tightly. Emma flattened her fingers and slowly slid her hand into Anne, pushing softly, but relentlessly. When her fingers were as deep as they could go she slowly began to curl them. Anne grunted and tried to close her legs. We held her open. Emma was unyielding. She clasped her fingers tightly together and pushed her fist into my wife. I took my final picture of the night. Anne passed beyond coherence. She started moaning incoherently as Emma fisted her. Emma bent over and softly licked Anne’s clit. Anne came immediately. She screamed my name loudly and shuddered uncontrollably on Emma’s fist.

Emma waited until Anne relaxed and slowly pulled her fist out. Anne cried softly as she felt Emma’s fist leave her body.

I helped Anne to stand. She was very weak. Emma hugged her. I helped Anne to the washroom and helped her wash up. She was tender everywhere and spaced out. She seemed disconnected from the room around her. I stepped in to the shower with her and cuddled her close. When we got out Emma and Jane were still there. They found Jane’s bathrobe and bundled her up. They helped me tuck her into bed and snuck out quietly.

Anne was incoherent most of the next day. She was in a weird state of bliss. She came to her senses later in the evening. She made me plug in the camera and we looked at the pictures I’d taken the night before. She slowly jacked me off as we watched. I came to the picture of Jane’s heel fucking Anne’s ass.

Anne made me delete the pictures right after. One of the deepest regrets of my life.

I talked to Jane once after that. She thanked me for the night. But we never talked again. There was just nothing in common beyond a shared history.

Emma was a different story. She came by that weekend. She was painfully reticent about coming in.

“Anne.” She told my wife. “I hope that was everything you’d hoped.” Anne nodded. “That wasn’t me though. It was never really me. I was mean when we were younger because I was so insecure. I hope that our night together counts as my apology for past misdeeds. Can we be actual friends?”

Anne smiled and hugged her. We are still friends with Emma.
But she too regrets that we deleted the pictures

NSFW: yes

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