4 comments/ 53018 views/ 44 favorites Degrade Me By: H_Bateman The following story contains watersports. Please note, that I do not condone violence to women or objectification. This story is an attempt to explore extreme desire and as such depicts a consensual sexual relationship. Remember to always agree upon a safety word should you and your partner wish to indulge in such acts. *** It was over heavily salted fish and chips one night when Beth, taking a deep breath and stammering, confessed to Rick, her husband of five years, what she truly wanted from him. They'd married in August and a few bottles of wine had greased the wheels for sex from behind. She'd giggled in ecstasy as his spunk had shot up inside her arse whilst she'd furiously frigged her clit to a simultaneous climax. Later, she'd lain next to the snoozing form of her new husband, his cum running out of her backside and staining the sheets beneath her and touched herself again until she came and sighed with content at the promise of a future of indulging in the depravities she'd harboured since childhood. The following morning, she'd vomited into the bridal-suite's toilet bowl as he'd stroked her hair and wished he'd stick his cock inside her whilst she did so but didn't have the heart to ask. The security of a marriage is not a key to opening the doors behind which we hide our secret desires. The years passed and the missionary position of sober Saturday sex had left her frustrated and trembling with the hesitation of asking for what she wanted more than anything. Those things, those fantasies, she was sure would lead only to rejection, perhaps divorce. But the desire would not abate and eventually led them to that night when, with the salt tickling her nose, she finally put caution to the wind and asked. "Rick?" Her voice was a strangled animal caught in a poacher's snare. "Hmm?" her husband answered noncommittally, chewing a chip as the TV cast a blue hue across his smooth features. He sat across from her on the other sofa at a right angle to her own and she regarded him as he focused on the screen. He was a good looking man with a strong build. Tall and broad of shoulder, he wasn't muscular but nor was he skinny and effete. He was the kind of guy who could swim a mile or two if he decided to get off the sofa or his nose out of a book but usually chose the latter for recreation. He liked to look smart and, even now, with takeaway on his lap, wore a pair of trousers and long-sleeved shirt which hid his strong frame but hugged his reasonably sized manhood appreciably. He had his hair cut short into a tidy side parting and, in the years since they had married, grey had begun to fleck his temples prematurely, making him look a little older than his thirty years. Beth liked this, though; she'd always liked the look of older men and the firm hand it implied. Despite Rick only being a year in actual fact older than his wife, she liked to let him lead on most things which was the primary reason why she had been so reticent to tell him what she secretly needed for her life to be truly satisfactory. She put down her fork and took a deep breath as her pause brought his eyes to finally meet her own. A few too many fish and chip dinners had lent her tall frame a little of extra baggage but nothing that didn't add positively to her curvaceous form. Tonight, she'd elected to wear a dress, which was unusual for her; the fundamental boredom of their sex life had encouraged nothing but comfortable jeans and jumpers on a day-to-day basis, but for tonight she'd elected to be a tad more revealing to hopefully make the pill easier to swallow for her husband. It was a simple floral print, light green swirling buds on black, but it was low cut enough to show off her ample cleavage which she'd squeezed into the dark red bra she'd bought especially for the occasion. She'd made sure that her tits bulged just enough to encourage the unavoidable attraction of his eyes. The hem of the dress was just slightly under what she'd be comfortable with out of doors, showing just a little too much of her freshly waxed, milky thighs to suggest innocence. She wore her dark hair up in a pony tail which she hoped would draw his eye to her long and shapely neck. Rick eventually filled the silence of her hesitation. "You look pretty tonight." She loved him. Unequivocally. That was why it was so frustrating to live with him and never have his hands use her the way she needed to be used. "Um..." she started, lamely. "Rick... I've been thinking." His brow creased in a frown and he placed the tray of beige takeaway on the sofa seat next to him. "What's up, darling?" She took another deep breath and placed her own food on the coffee table before her. It was now or never. "I want... I think we need to spice up our sex life." Just that was enough to make her hands tremble. "Okay." He swallowed whatever was left in his mouth. "Okay, that's fine. What'd you have in mind?" "Um..." "I mean, I could like... I don't know... buy some whipped cream or... something." She let out an involuntary giggle. "What?" Rick asked, a little rebuke lurking beneath his words. She knew that he could be a little prudish and scolded herself for not taking his efforts seriously. "Nothing. I just had something a little bit more... extreme in mind." "Er... extreme? Like what?" Her heart was pounding beneath her heavy breasts and her fingers were wringing but she couldn't deny that between her legs and beneath the red lace of her new panties there was a warmth and moistness spreading. "Well... It's like... I want to you to, like... degrade me." He spluttered. He actually spluttered. Bad time to take that sip of coke. "Degrade? You want me to degrade you?" He looked away from her as he thought about the implications of that word, the word so central to her fantasy it was like an icon in her mind. He exhaled through his nose and looked back at her open face, her pleading face. "What do you mean... exactly?" Oh my God, she thought, he's actually willing. "I love you so much. So, so much. But I need a little more when we have sex. I... I want you to... like, treat me like a whore." "A whore," he repeated, quietly and thoughtfully. "Yes, I don't want to be loved when you... fuck me. I want to be used and... and abused. I want you to force yourself on me and in me and I want to be degraded." There was a pause whilst he digested her request but more was on the way; it rushed up and out of her mouth like it was desperate to finally be free. Her eyes closed as she focused on forming coherent sentences, the emotion threatening to overwhelm her sensibilities. "I want to be fucked in my throat and up my arse. I want you to take me to the bathroom and abuse me on the floor." "W- what?" he spluttered but she wasn't finished. "And I want to be covered in your spit and your cum and told how much a dirty little cunt I am. Because I am, baby, I am a dirty little cunt and I want you to punish me... please?" He was panting with surprise at the obscenities that had emerged from his wife's pretty mouth. He was shaking his head with shock at the revelation that the woman he'd spent five, rather placid years with could, in actual fact, be such a depraved individual and he'd never known, never even guessed. But she saw the bulge forming in those tight trousers, and the pupils dilated with desire under those thick eyebrows, and her heart skipped a beat as she waited for his response. "I... It's a bit of a surprise, Beth. I never knew you wanted such things." "I know... and I love you. I just want a different kind of love than you usually give me. I just feel... a little incomplete, you know? I've always wanted this... I just couldn't ask." "Why now then?" "Because... because I can't wait any longer. I need this, baby. I need you to do this to me." He sighed and looked away again, thoughtfully. After a long pause he finally gave her the answer she'd always wanted to hear. "Okay." A wide grin split her features and her hand slipped unconsciously into her crotch in expectation. "Oh, thank you! Thank you so much; this means so much to me, baby." She'd moved to slide onto the leather beside him and now draped her arms around his neck to better kiss his full lips. His hands came up to her shoulders to push her back a little where he regarded her beaming features and spoke. "I want to make you happy. I want you to be complete so I'll do whatever you want me to." He kissed her but then retreated again. "But first, I need to do some research. If you want me to do this properly, I'm going to need to learn a few tricks so I'm going to go upstairs and look a few things up on the computer. You clean this up," he gestured to the trays, "and I'll call you when I'm ready." "Okay," she whispered as the full implications of what was ahead began to sink in. She didn't know how far he would go; would he go as far as she truly desired? "I... I want everything. No limits, okay?" He licked his lips. "Okay." He kissed her lightly again, and then he was ascending the stairs to discover the strategies by which he could satisfy his wife. *** As he switched the laptop on in their office upstairs, Rick reflected on the revelations that still had his heart fluttering. He'd never known Beth to be such a depraved creature, to harbour such dark fantasies. All he'd ever wanted was to please her, to make her happy, but this...? Could he bring himself to treat the woman he admired and respected most in the world in such an immoral way? But she'd asked him, almost begged him, to reduce her to an object of humiliation and he'd be remiss as her husband not to even try and indulge her whim, no matter how he balked at the idea of such an act. The homepage finally lit up on his screen and he clicked the web browser open. The default search page sprang to life and he hovered his fingers over the keyboard. What to search for? He didn't know where to begin. He'd looked at porn before, when Beth was away visiting her parents or on some business trip, but never had it occurred to him to view material themed the way his wife was now suggesting. After a moment or two regarding the flashing cursor, Rick entered the simple two word phrase his wife had tremulously uttered downstairs. Degrade me. He stabbed the ENTER key. A set of web addresses flashed up instantly and he hesitated before clicking on any. Who knew where a link might take him? And what about viruses? He paused, then clicked on the search engine's Images tab. The set of pictures cycled up on the screen and he recoiled slightly at the sights before him. Then he leant forward and began to scroll down the page. The initial shock of the pictures transformed from a negative feeling to a more positive one, a thrill of discovery and a pleasure in the world which was opening before him. He was surprised at the hardening in his underwear and had to adjust his cock so that it didn't painfully push against the inside of his trousers. A lot of the images were worthless but several took his interest and he examined them closely for tips as to how he might satisfy Beth's carnal needs. However, the images were devoid of context, were mere snapshots of sordid narratives which he needed to view should he construct a similar role-play for his wife. He spied the tab marked Videos at the top and clicked it without hesitation; he needed to see... and not just for Beth anymore. *** Beth screwed up the paper wrappings with their unfinished contents inside and dropped them in the kitchen bin. She couldn't quite believe that it was finally happening. She couldn't seem to control her heartbeat and her new panties were moist in expectation. Taking a large gulp of wine from the glass she'd poured in an attempt to calm her nerves, she found herself unconsciously slipping a hand down between her legs. Sliding her fingers up under her dress she ran one over the front of her panties and was pleasantly surprised at how wet she was becoming. She heard a female scream of lust from upstairs before the volume on Rick's computer was hastily adjusted. She let loose a laughing exhalation as she considered the fact that her seemingly prudish husband was watching porn in their shared office... porn probably quite extreme in nature. She wanted to run up there and watch it with him. Maybe it was one of her favourites, the one where the girl is gagged with a massive rubber cock whilst being fucked in the arse perhaps? But no, she needed him to drink it all in and then re-enact it with her afterwards. She took another big gulp of wine and fought the temptation to finger herself on the countertop. *** Rick was surprised to see that an hour had passed when he finally tore his eyes away from the cinematic depravity on the laptop screen. His cock was rock hard and painful in the tight trousers and he couldn't help massaging it through the fabric with his hand. He thought he'd have been repulsed utterly by the scenes he'd conjured up on the internet. He thought he'd have to really steel himself to give Beth what she wanted and have to rely a lot on those old drama lessons he'd taken one winter when he was bored. However, he'd discovered something deep inside of him had been stirred. Something perhaps he'd denied for years, denied so much he'd convinced even himself it did not exist and now he was utterly aroused by the opportunity his wife had presented. He clicked the laptop closed and took a deep breath as the fan wound down to leave the office in silence. Then he stood up from the leather swivel chair and crossed the hall to their bedroom. Beth had bought an ornamental candle a while back and it stood on their dresser. Well, tonight was the night for debasing beauty. He lit the candle and stepped over to the en-suite bathroom and clicked on the light. Yes, this would suit: a dark bedroom lit only by flickering candle flame, and a cold, tiled bathroom illuminated by a rather stark electric bulb. Now he was ready. *** "You can come up now, Beth," Rick's voice echoed down the stairs. Beth hastily withdrew a finger wrinkled by pussy juice from between her legs and padded over to the stairs, her naked feet whispering on the wooden floor. She was excited and blood flushed her cheeks; sweat had pricked from her pores and lay in a sheen across the curve of her fulsome breasts. She reached the landing and hesitantly stepped through the door to their bedroom. Rick stood before her, by the side of their bed, his arms crossed and with a quite obvious bulging erection in his trousers. They stood regarding each other for moment, dangling on the edge of the precipice, waiting for the other to jump. Rick, bless him, decided to lead. "Come here," he commanded, pointing to the floor in front of him, and she obeyed, lips pursed, trying to contain her excitement. He sniffed and caught her right hand in his. Bringing it up to his face he regarded the index finger, still wet with her moisture. "You... disgusting little whore," he breathed, hesitant over the insult to the woman he loved. She smiled though and felt a tingle of satisfaction course through her, electrifying her extremities. "You've been touching yourself... You're not allowed to do anything without my say so, is that clear?" "Yes," she nodded. He slapped her then, lightly, almost a stage slap, but it exploded with sexual energy and radiated to the tips of her nipples which were now standing erect in their red lacy covering. "Yes, SIR," he commanded, lip trembling. "Yes, sir," she repeated, licking her lips between words. "Please hit me again, sir." His brow creased. "I'm in charge around here; do you understand, you little whore?" "Yes, sir." His hand was still around her wrist and his fingers held her tightly. Now he pulled her arm around behind her back and twisted her so that she fell across the edge of the bed onto her front. Her knees met the carpet and she leant forward to expose her arse as much as possible for his inspection. His hand left her wrist and pressed down on the back of her head. She managed to turn her face so her cheek was forced into the duvet as his mouth came close to her ear. "Now, I'm going to take what I want from your body and you're going to lay there and take every second of it. Is that clear?" "Yes, sir," she whispered into the sheets. "Please, fuck me 'till it hurts." "Oh, the fucking comes later. Before then I need to eat." With her face buried in the duvet, Beth had to rely on her other senses to discern what her husband had in store for her. She heard him crouch down behind her and shivered a little as his fingers slid up the backs of her thighs and under the hem of her dress. Then he was roughly pulling her panties down; she squeaked as the gusset was unstuck from her wet pussy lips and the waistband uncomfortably tightened against the flesh of her thighs. Then she was moaning as his face was aggressively thrust into her exposed pussy from behind. His tongue slid into her hole and licked at her pussy lips and a thrill unlike anything she'd previously experienced coursed through her veins. Her hand slid back and her fingers ran into his hair as he lapped at her vagina. Then, with a grunt, Rick's face withdrew and he grabbed her wrists. "I didn't say you could touch," he panted and she squealed as he released a hand in order to deliver a harsh slap to her arse. He grabbed a tie from the back of the dresser chair and bound her wrists tightly. She couldn't help but let a giggle escape as the delicious pain of the fabric cut into her wrists. Then, with her arms suitably restrained, he returned to his meal. She felt his fingers on her arse cheeks and moaned with pleasure as she felt him part them to allow greater access to her behind. Then, with a rushing torrent of arousal, she felt his tongue probe her arsehole and she fought against her bonds in an unconscious effort to touch her clit and bring herself to a premature orgasm as he began to thrust his tongue into her behind. His groans sent vibrations through her flesh as he lapped at her backside like a hungry dog. She felt a spreading wetness as his salvia coated the valley between her cheeks. Then his face was withdrawn and a stinging slap was delivered to her behind. She yelped in surprise before more slaps landed on her skin until her flesh warmed beneath the onslaught of abuse. She bit her lip as she thought of the deep red handprints which must be appearing on her arse. With a grunt he grabbed her forearms and pulled her from the surface of the bed. She fell backwards onto her knees and was spun to face him standing before her. Then his fingers were levering open her jaw and she choked as his hard cock was thrust down her throat. He gripped her head in his strong hands and began to fuck her throat vigorously. She struggled instinctively against her bonds, trying to bring her hands from behind her to push his thrusting pelvis away but she was consciously aware of how much she wanted his thick penis to ravage her face. She coughed and spluttered as the head of his cock jammed against the back of her throat, spitting out opaque gouts of slime onto his manhood. He had a sizable dick. It wasn't inordinately large but was big enough to cause her to stretch around it when he slid it up inside her. But now, in this moment, it felt large enough to choke her to death. And she liked it. She was making gurgling, strangled sounds as he roughly fucked her. Salvia ran from her lips stretched around his shaft and ran down her chin to dangle in viscous threads onto her bouncing cleavage. Suddenly he released her and withdrew his instrument of torture from her mouth. She snivelled and spluttered, gasping for air like she'd had her head held under water. Spit shot from her abused maw and landed on his trouser front before she widened her mouth and stuck her tongue out, desperate for more. Degrade Me He slapped her cheek and she groaned with pleasure. He took a sharp breath and was suddenly spitting in her face. She recoiled with joyous horror at the treatment, closing her eyes as his saliva landed in an eye socket. Then, before she had a chance to see, his cock was jammed back into her mouth and its tip was thrusting roughly to the back of her throat. This time, his strong grip held her onto his length, freezing her at the moment of deepest penetration. Her eyes watered and she felt a deep stirring in her stomach as his hard probe was held inside her. She automatically began to try and pull away from him but she was held firmly and a moment of deep discomfort seemed to last a decade before he finally released her and she sat back onto her haunches, coughing thick spit down her front to land on her full bosom. She burped uncontrollably as she fought to settle her stomach and gasp for air. Then his hands were on her again, tugging at the front of her dress, the fingers slipping into her top and squeezing at her breasts. She let him fondle her, reclining her body in abject obeisance to his ministrations against the side of the bed. She wanted to wipe the spit from her chin and cheeks but her hands were still held tightly and she delighted in the divine torment this caused her as her husband, her abuser, tore the front of her dress to expose her tits, encased in the red lacy bra and slick with sweat and saliva. He buried his face in her cleavage, licking and biting the skin as his hands took a painful grip on the flesh of her thighs. She leant her head back to greater expose herself to him and was treated to a further lick and bite to her neck as he ran his hands up and under the bottom of her dress to grope her backside and squeeze her hips between his fingers. Then the fingers of his right hand were roughly thrust between her thighs and onto the dampness of her crotch. His left palm slid up over her abused body to clamp over her mouth as he worked his fingers into her pussy. She let out a muffled yelp as his index finger slid up and into her, his knuckles slamming into her labia as he tickled her insides. She gazed into his lust-filled eyes, breathing heavily through her nose over the skin of his palm as her master finger-fucked her, his thumb jamming repeatedly into her engorged clitoris. Then, his middle finger joined his index, sliding into her sopping cunt, stretching her pussy walls with painful pleasure. His arm pistoned back and forth as he slammed his fingers in and out of her hole and the increasing soreness of her pussy lips sent shivers of ecstasy through her sweating body. She felt an orgasm building. A lifetime of depraved fantasy was finally materialising in the form of an electric charge radiating through her abused form, making her extremities tingle as a deep, volcanic warmth erupted from her vagina. His fingers were curved inside her cunt, tickling her erogenous zones, and she felt a desperate need to relieve herself. With a sharp intake of breath, she did just that. Screaming under his palm, she let herself go, falling into a deep well of joy and primal rapture and from her pussy shot gouts of thick, watery cum. At first, he was surprised and his fingers stopped but at her yelp of discontent under his hand, he renewed his abuse, slamming his fingers into her with renewed vigour as she squirted all over his forearm and lap. She'd never known such pleasure, such an explosion of sexual energy and was glad for his muffling hand as she screamed deep and long until her lungs were spent, shooting jet after jet of transparent liquid all over her husband. Finally she subsided, and her body spasmed with wracking sobs. He withdrew his fingers and ran them up and down the dripping gully of her pussy. Beth twitched and winced at the sudden sensitivity of her vagina but did not have the strength to resist. Then she was pulled forward by her thighs onto the wet carpet and his face was buried in her crotch, his darting tongue lapping at her slick flesh. Beth could do nothing but pant and wriggle uncomfortably with her hands pressed down into the sodden carpet beneath her back as he tasted her. "Oh my god," she breathed as his tongue lapped juices from her thighs. "You're so disgusting. A disgusting little cunt," he announced from between her legs, "I think it's about time you had a wash." His hands hooked under her armpits and she was dragged to her feet, her sodden dress sticking to her backside. He spun her around and removed the tie from around her wrists and she involuntarily massaged each one in turn, regarding the red marks left on her skin with delight. He kissed her roughly and she licked her tangy fluid from his lips as his hands came to the front of her torn dress to rip the scanty fabric from her frame. It pooled in the wet patch beneath them and she was left standing before him, all but naked with her sizable breasts spilling from the red bra which still hung by one shoulder strap. Then Rick grabbed her by the back of the neck and directed her forward into the cool tiled en-suite bathroom. As they passed the threshold he pushed down on the back of her neck, forcing her to her knees. With his free hand he delivered a harsh slap to her clammy backside and her squeal echoed off the smooth walls. Beth's heart began to race even faster as she shuffled forward on hands and knees at his urging towards the toilet. She could detect the tang of antiseptic in the air and realised that her husband had cleaned the bowl before commencing his abuse of her. So that's what it takes to get him to do some housework, she thought in the instant before her face passed the brim of the toilet bowl and she caught a glimpse of her bedraggled expression reflected in the crystal clear water below. It was only a glimpse though as a second later she was letting him push her face down into that water, his hand on the back of her head. A sigh of sordid passion escaped and bubbled up around her face. Then his fingers tightened to grip her dark hair and she was pulled from the bowl to splutter and spit over the upright seat. "Oh yes," she gurgled, "treat like a dumb whore. Stick my fucking head down the toilet and fuck me!" His spit landed in her face and then she was thrust face first back into the cold toilet water. "I'll do whatever I want to you!" he shouted as the water bubbled with her impassioned screams. When her head was withdrawn this time, she gasped for air to request her very darkest desire. "Use me as you little piss whore!" He paused, again taken aback by her depravity. "Please," she begged and turned pleading eyes, running with mascara and eye shadow, to meet his gaze. He grunted and stood up, taking hold of the waistband of his trousers and unbuttoning them. His cock, slightly flaccid now, hung from the opening and he slid his trousers and shorts over its length to let them fall to his ankles. Beth continued to kneel before him, her left cheek on the cold ceramic of the toilet bowl, her hands gripping its edge, with her dark hair dripping onto the tiles beneath. Her husband stood above her, his cock in hand and she regarded its meaty end hovering above her face, watching the slit for the first signs of the prayed-for deluge. Rick closed his eyes, focusing on willing the yearned-for stream to begin, and Beth couldn't help but run a wet hand down between her legs to touch herself whilst she waited. She widened her legs, ignoring the pain in her knees as she ran her middle finger into her waxed-smooth vagina, teasing the engorged nub of her clitoris to send electric shivers through her body. With a sigh, Rick let loose a stream of pee and it landed directly on her face. She moaned long and deeply as the initial spray was followed by a second, continual stream and he looked down at her to better direct his piss all over her face. She opened her mouth as his pee splashed onto her and began to course over her features, running over her lips and tongue. It was salty but relatively clear and Beth started to frig her pussy more energetically as all her fantasies realised themselves. The warm water covered her face and trickled down to splash into the bowl beneath her cheek. Rick knelt before her and slid his cock into her mouth, still pissing, and his water shot to the back of her throat making her gag and splutter but he would not withdraw. His cock was hardening with the abuse and, finally, his stream subsided. Sliding his now proud phallus from her mouth, she watched him remove the last few items of clothing, all the while furiously fingering her sore pussy. From a cabinet she saw him retrieve a bottle of baby oil and she arched her back in anticipation of this final act of degradation. He stepped round behind her and, lifting the bottle high in the air, shot streams of the transparent oil all over her backside. Beth jumped a little at the sudden cold liquid but moaned as she felt the lubricant run into her pussy lips to soothe her mistreated clit. Then his hands were on her skin, massaging the oil over her arse cheeks and into the crack of her backside. His fingers ran back and forth over the sensitive skin of her hole, teasing at the opening, until she was truly slick and ready for his invasion. He kneeled down and shuffled up behind her, guiding his cock towards her arsehole whilst she continued to frig her pussy. With a sting of shock she felt the tip of his inflamed penis probe at her hole and then, covered in oil, it was sliding into her behind, stretching the muscles that drastically tried to keep out the invader. She tried to relax as she focused on his maltreatment of her from behind; she wanted all of him inside her arse, wanted every last inch of him to fuck her from behind like a dog. His cock slid up inside her, deeper and deeper, and she released a deep, guttural moan, pausing her fingering to focus for a moment on his cock as it violated her. Then his balls met the bottom of her pussy lips and he began to fuck her. She restarted her fingering of her pussy as his hand came forward. One gripped her shoulder whilst the other landed on her head, pushing her once more down into the water now laced with his piss. She eagerly let him force her head down the toilet as his big cock slid back and forth into the arse, her finger furiously working her clit. His hand released her head but she kept her face submerged, enjoying being made his slave too much to take a breath. As it happened, she didn't need to as a second later she squealed as he pulled the flush and she gasped a quick breath as the water drained under a deluge of more. She gurgled and spluttered, bracing herself with her left hand on the bowl as he fucked her harder and harder, squashing her soaking tits up against the slippery ceramic. His fingers twisted in her hair and he pulled her back to gasp for air, her dark hair plastered to her face. She could feel the warmness spreading from her crotch and was thrilled when she heard his tell-tale grunts; they were going to come together. The engorged cock was pulsing within her and her fingers worked mechanically at a speed fed with adrenaline and primal lust. Suddenly, they reached the peak together and both screamed in orgasm. She could feel hot threads of cum shoot up inside her arse and her hand slipped so that she fell face first into the water, cumming harder than ever, the pleasure wracking her very soul. Rick continued to fuck her from behind until he was utterly spent, falling back to lay on the tiles behind her, his cock covered in slick oil and spunk. Beth raised her head from the water and the bathroom was filled only with the sounds of their mutual panting and the echoing drips of water falling into the toilet from her hair. She could feel his cum squeezing out of her hole and running down into her pussy and its pleasing warmth following her orgasm relaxed her muscles. With a sigh of contentment, she let go of all propriety and began to piss. Her water was molten hot and ran over her thighs to pool on the floor around the toilet with a hissing sound. Once she was finished, she finally sat back and her knees ached with clicking protest. Her backside slid in the puddle of piss and she giggled as she laid back into his lap. His gradually softening cock touched her cheek and she spun over to lay on her front. Taking his penis in hand she began to lick the cum from its length. Rick shuddered with sensitivity as her tongue lapped his juices from his member. "I feel... a bit... wrong," he admitted after a moment. Beth took one of his hands and squeezed it. "Baby, that felt so good. It can't be anything but right. I love you so much." They sat up together and she kissed him deeply, gently. "Thank you," she breathed. And now, finally, Beth's life was complete. Degrade Me Again The following story contains watersports and is a continuation, by popular demand, of a story of consensual sex which some readers may find somewhat extreme. Please rate and comment as feedback is very welcome! I hope you enjoy and suggest you seek out the first part if you have not come across it yet. *** The icy cold of the tiles beneath Beth had numbed her backside to an unfeeling lump of meat below her spine. Her legs, encased as they were in sheer black stockings, were slightly warmer as they lay sprawled on the floor in front of the toilet. Her shoulder blades had begun to ache from resting against the ceramic bowl behind her head for the hour or so she had sat in the pitch black downstairs bathroom, her hands fastened to the u-bend by the thick fabric of a tie without any slack to give her distance from the piping each time she shuffled with discomfort. There was no window in the downstairs water-closet and the light switch was beyond the closed door. Even had the bare bulb above her head been on, Beth would still not have been able to see her surroundings due to the thick black fabric of the blindfold Rick had fastened over her eyes. She would not have been able to regard herself sprawled in front of that mundane white throne, her black stocking-sheathed legs in front of her, her arms pinned firmly behind her, her milky-white flesh exposed to the icy air of the barely furnished room. She could feel the sigh of a cold draft brush her naked body, feel the goose-flesh puckering her skin, turning her nipples into hard bullets of arousal, peaking firmly from her large breasts thrust forward into the darkness. It was near silent, the only sound an occasional, echoing drip in the cistern behind her or a creaking floorboard somewhere else above as her husband shifted in his office chair. Despite the cold and the discomfort, or rather because of it, she could feel her juices running from her uncovered pussy, warm and smelling sweetly tangy on the air. There was a burning desire between her legs, and not only the one that patiently waited for some eventual abuse. Over the last half-hour or so, her bladder had gradually been mounting a protest which she had, with delight, been suppressing. The need to relieve herself was building to such a level that waves of desperate pain were now radiating from her lower abdomen and she knew that soon she'd have to answer the call of nature despite her inability to move. The dripping wasn't helping at all nor was the presence of the pool of water sat behind her head. She licked her lips at the delicious displeasure and contemplated her husband's reaction to finding her sitting in the inevitable pool of her own fluid. A few more minutes went by and Beth knew that it wasn't going to be possible any longer to hold in the deluge her body was screaming at her to release. With a long sigh in the darkness, she relaxed her muscles and lowered her barriers. There came a hissing sound from below and gradually her backside warmed as a pool of piss spread beneath her. She could feel the initial jets of pee spatter her thighs before the stream subsided to a slow leak, wetting the floor around the toilet, before all her water was released and Beth was left sitting in a quickly cooling puddle of her own pee. Sighing contentedly, and letting loose a mischievous giggle as she slid a little in the water, Beth closed her eyes beneath the blindfold and reflected on the chain of events that had led to this evening where she sat bound and ready for her master's abuse to commence. *** Rick had been a little reticent to talk about that night for a few weeks after. Despite her gratitude and delight at what they had finally indulged in, Beth sensed a lingering guilt or shame on her husband's part for what she had induced him to do to her. She knew, however, how much he'd enjoyed himself; his rock hard cock that night could testify to nothing else. His prudishness of before was clearly a suppression of his true desire and Beth knew that now that they had crossed that boundary, they could never go back. She couldn't go back. For so many years she had fantasised about being taken the way he had taken her and when he finally had, he'd managed to surprise her with some dirty additions of his own. There was no way she was going back to the banality of the missionary position after she'd finally got her wish to be degraded in the way she'd always dreamed. But she knew better than to rush him; far better to let him consider that night on his own and, when he was ready, they'd talk it over and she was confident she could talk him round to fucking her again in such a fashion. She'd waited long enough for the first time; she could wait a little while for the second, she told herself. A month passed, however, and Beth found herself becoming sexually starved. She wanted to respect her husband's needs but after that intense experience she found she could think of little else. At work, she discovered that she kept drifting off, unable to focus on the screen before her face. Colleagues noticed and kept asking her if she was alright. She would blush at their earnest faces; no doubt they were worried that she had some terrible malady- depression or illness or both; if only they knew the cause of her distraction! She'd tried masturbating to relieve the pressure, to expel the lust. Long baths with her hand between her legs just wouldn't cut it though. She needed something more, something extreme enough to keep her satisfied. It was just too much and Beth resolved to up the ante a little with her self-satisfaction to try and approximate that sensation of release she'd had with her head down the toilet that sensational night. Across the street from the glass and steel edifice that housed the secretarial humdrum of her day-to-day boredom, was a shop with blacked-out windows and a flickering neon sign that spelled 'XXX'. For several years, Beth had wondered what could be found beyond the peeling paint of its front door, what devices and material could lay inside to bring reality to sordid fantasy. She'd never summoned the courage to step beyond that door however, and had had to content herself with the odd glance at some red satin curtains through the crack formed when the occasional desperate-looking man entered or left the shop's confines. Today was different. Today Beth would step into that world and find for herself something to bring some relief to her sex-starved body. Several times that morning she caught herself nervously tapping her pen on the edge of her desk, watching the minute hand pass ever so slowly across the white clock face on one wall of the shared office as she waited for the lunch break. Finally it came and she grabbed her purse and made for the lift. *** Beth glanced about her as she stood before the door to the sex shop. She fervently hoped that no one from work would see her as she stole furtively into its interior. The door set off a harsh electronic buzzer and she hastily closed it behind her. She turned to face the inside of the shop she'd fantasised about entering for so many years and was slightly disappointed. Racks lined one wall from which a variety of cheap-looking outfits hung encased in transparent plastic covers. Shelves stood against another displaying overpriced DVDs and some fetish furniture was set up in the middle of the room. It was all a bit predictable and Beth sighed with anti-climax. Still, she was sure what she sought could be purchased somewhere in this sordid den and made for the till. Behind the glass-topped cabinet that served as a desk, on which sat a battered electronic till, a bestubbled man with greasy hair eyed her with mild surprise, a lustful sneer stretching his features. It wasn't often he had young women enter his shop alone, especially ones dressed in grey pencil skirts and jackets. Beth ignored him and surveyed the interior of the glass desk in which lay the objects of her quest that day. A myriad of plastic and metal phalluses sat beneath the glass. Some were smoothly formed approximations; others were moulded recreations of veined cocks. Some were double pronged and her breath caught as she considered their use. She licked her lips and spoke to the shop owner without meeting his leering gaze. "Could I..." she began hoarsely, then cleared her throat and tried again. "Could I have a look at that one please?" Her finger tapped the glass counter top over a single purple vibrator. The shop owner followed her finger. "You know," he began and his voice was croaky from chain smoking, "there's others who could satisfy you if the old man's not up to it." Beth finally met his watery gaze. She wanted degradation but she realised in that moment that even she had a limit. "No thanks," she answered shortly. The man shrugged before retrieving a key from his pocket. Slipping it into the lock on his side of the desk, he reached his nicotine stained fingers inside and retrieved the item. He handed it to her. Beth gripped it by the base and turned it back and forth before her eyes. It was slightly smaller than her husband's penis but it would suffice, she thought. It was formed of semi-transparent purple rubber and had a twistable cap on the bottom. She wondered what man had been the model for the mould as she regarded the reproduced veins and the smooth mushrooming end. "It's fine. I'll take it... please," she breathed as she imagined jamming the device deep inside herself. "Good, good," the man took it from her again and placed into a rectangular box which he hinged shut. "You want any batteries? We've got a sale on if you buy them with the vibrators." "Yes, please," Beth answered, excited that she wouldn't have to wait until she got home to try out her new best friend. *** The lunch break was almost over as Beth returned to her workplace. As the lift doors slid shut behind her on the tenth floor where her company's offices were housed, she glanced about her furtively, seeking any sign that her co-workers had seen her on her mission and learned the truth of her depravity. But they just milled around her, cups of coffee in hand, oblivious to what lay nestled in the leather handbag tightly clutched in her hands. "Hey, Beth. Where did you get to?" Katy from accounts asked as Beth made for the toilets. "Oh..." Beth began, hoping her nerves didn't show. "Just popped to the Subway down the road... I had a hankering for meatballs." Katy flicked her short blonde hair away from one cheek with a well-manicured hand. "Ah, you should have said! Next time grab me before you go. I can't stand anymore egg and cress!" She was a petite woman, shorter and slightly younger than Beth and she knew that, should Katy actually accompany her to Subway, she'd elect to have her roll filled with salad rather than anything wholesome, but despite their differences they were friends. This didn't mean, however, that Beth could even contemplate confiding in her with her frustrations. Then she was gone, sashaying back to her desk, and Beth was left with ten minutes to spare before lunch was officially over. Not wanting to lose any more time, and desperate now to carry out her plan, Beth tried to stop herself from running to the ladies'. She was pleased to see a lone woman exit as she entered, leaving the black tiled toilets vacant. She strode straight for the far cubicle, her black heels clacking on the floor. She quickly locked the door behind her and placed her handbag by the side of the toilet bowl before sitting down on the closed lid to catch her breath. Now she was here she felt a little silly. Why couldn't she just wait until later where she could carry out her desires in privacy before Rick got home from his own work? But no, she needed this and she had to admit that the locale and the chance of getting caught added an extra thrill to her nefarious exploits. She stood up once more and lifted her pencil skirt, sliding it over her nylon covered legs to her waist, revealing her black panties beneath. She ran her thumbs into the waistband of her tights and panties and slid both down her smooth thighs to rest just under her knees. Lifting the lid behind her, she sat down on the cold plastic seat and spread her legs as far as the tights and panties would allow. She leant forward and unzipped her handbag. She withdrew the purple vibrator, batteries already installed as the sex shop owner had let her check to see if it functioned properly before she had left. As she held it in her left hand, her right slipped down between her legs and she gingerly ran her middle finger between her pussy lips. They were moist in anticipation and a little sweaty with her brisk walking of before and she stifled a moan as her arousal was stoked. Lowering the vibrator she twisted the cap and shivered with sensation as it began to buzz with a low hum in her hand. She guided the tip to her opening and began to slide it slowly into herself. The pleasure released through her body was electric, enhanced by the naughtiness of her surroundings, and she could feel her orgasm begin to immediately build. She began to slide the ersatz cock back and forth, in and out of herself. It wasn't quite the same though; something was missing. It just wasn't dirty enough, wrong enough for the woman who so craved abuse. She paused in her ministrations, the vibrator buzzing inside her body, and tried to think of a way to approximate the degradation of before. She swallowed as an idea occurred to her. Sliding the cock out of her she lifted it to her mouth and wrapped her red painted lips around its length, running her tongue across the smooth rubber and tasting her sweet juices which tickled her nose with aroma. A little better. Her finger unconsciously ran back into her crotch as she sucked on the rubber phallus, the buzzing vibrations echoing in the cave of her mouth. She withdrew the cock, sucked clean of juice and returned it to her pussy. She still needed more: more degradation, more humiliation. She ran her fingers over her lower abdomen and realised she'd been holding her bladder since she had got back to work. Another idea flashed across her sordid mind and she smiled. Withdrawing the vibrator once again, she spread her index and middle fingers around her pussy lips and spread them. Closing her eyes, she willed her body to respond. At first it was like pushing against a dam but, gradually, she felt her internal muscles loosen and opened her eyes as a jet of warm piss shot from her pussy to drench the buzzing cock held in her left hand. She breathed a sigh of arousal as she let forth another few sprays, coating the vibrator with her fluids. The water dripped from its length, pooling on the edge of the toilet seat before her open crotch and running from her fingers splayed around the opening of her vagina. Then she lifted the vibrator to her lips and inhaled her scent. Running the wet fingers of her right hand back into her pussy, Beth opened her mouth wide and slid the fake cock inside. She closed her lips tightly around its purple length and continued to thrust so the tip edged to the back of her throat. This was more like it. She began to furiously frig her clitoris as she held the vibrator in her mouth, pushing it hard enough to choke herself. She coughed and spluttered, saliva running from her lips and chin, remembering when her husband had brutally fucked her face. She paused from time to time to let loose sprays of piss, coating her hand and thighs, letting it drip into the bowl beneath, before returning her finger to work at her clit, building an orgasm of some intensity. She was panting hard through her nostrils as she forced the vibrator to the back of her throat, choking herself as if some uncaring monster was using her mouth as a socket for his release. Then it was upon her, wracking her body with waves of sexual energy, and she bit down hard on the rubber in her mouth to stop herself from screaming with pleasure. Slowly, she stopped shuddering and let the vibrator fall from her mouth to buzz away in her lap as she took deep restorative breaths. She felt some release, some dampening of the sordid desire that had consumed her since that night of passion with her husband... but, still, it wasn't enough. Beth knew that she couldn't be truly satisfied until he took her again. No amount of depraved, self-administered abuse would ever compare to that feeling of complete degradation. With a sigh, Beth twisted the vibrator off and unravelled some toilet roll to clean herself up with. *** As it was November, darkness had enveloped the quiet suburb where their house stood by the time Beth pulled into the driveway in her battered VW Golf. Once inside she fixed herself a large glass of red wine to relieve somewhat the disappointment of the afternoon and also partly to steel her nerves for another night of dissatisfaction. After the small relief of her masturbation in the company toilets her desire to be degraded by Rick had returned with new fervour and she didn't know if she could respect his distance much longer. She quickly finished the glass and exhaled a frustrated sigh as the alcoholic warmth failed to subdue her lust. Picking up her handbag she kicked off her high heels and ascended the stairs, entering their bedroom. There was the matter of hiding her new toy and Beth felt she had the perfect place. It had certainly become more perfect in recent weeks, more definitively not a place her husband would find the replacement for his cock. Beth opened her underwear drawer and buried the vibrator beneath some lacy black panties. *** Rick sighed as he pulled into the driveway. He regarded the yellow glow peeking round the edges of the wooden blinds that hid the kitchen from sight. He knew that inside lay his beautiful wife, his perfect partner, preparing dinner for them both and steeled himself for another night of resistance. Resistance of what he wanted to do to her. Resistance of that burning desire to give in to that sordid lust and demean her body. That night had been a revelation to Rick. What she had asked for had shocked him, then intrigued him, then led to the greatest sexual satisfaction he had ever known. But it had also made him deeply ashamed and guilty. A feeling of disappointment with himself had grown until he felt the need to restrain such animalistic urges and maintain a distance from the one he loved to ensure that he wouldn't lower either of them again to such a depraved level. Nevertheless, Rick couldn't deny that every waking moment of his life since then had been consumed with uncontrollable lust for her and a dreadful need to give in, to take her the way she had practically begged him to. I must suppress this urge, he thought. I can't let this desire corrupt either of us again. He turned off the engine and, taking a deep breath, prepared himself for the night ahead. *** Beth was an excellent cook but both of them picked at the meal she had prepared. Both of them were distracted and communicated little. What was there to say? Eventually, she stood and retrieved his neglected plate to dump the remains in the kitchen bin without a word. Rick excused himself and went upstairs. Booting up the office computer he closed the door before clicking open the internet browser. A few taps of the keys later and he was regarding the sordid images he used as a surrogate for any actual physical relations with his wife. Women lay bound and wet with fluids before his sight and his cock stirred but he knew that their two dimensional unreality would not satisfy his burning lust. No amount of extreme European fantasy could approximate that release of before. Rick knew he needed to come, needed to release that devil that tormented his thoughts, at least for a little while. Switching off the screen, he made for their bedroom. There was one way at least that he could feel somewhat close to her without giving in and actually touching her. Degrade Me Again Stepping over to the chest of drawers by the door, he pulled open the one that held the piles of her underwear, intending to retrieve a pair of panties and make for the bathroom, there to relieve himself with them before Beth finished filling the dishwasher. He rummaged inside for the red panties she had worn that night, and delved his hand beneath some black lace. His eyes widened as he felt something rubbery and foreign and withdrew his hand in surprise, not knowing at first what he'd touched. He leant forward for a closer inspection, brushing aside the underwear that lay on top. He frowned as he regarded the ersatz cock that lay, clearly with the intention of being hidden from him, inside his wife's drawer. After a second or so of shocked contemplation, he reached inside and withdrew the vibrator. He'd never seen one in person before and turned it over in his hand first to satisfy curiosities he didn't realise he'd had. This soon turned to resentment though as he concluded that this was a recent purchase, a replacement for his own member. The sound of a throat being consciously cleared brought him out of reverie and he turned to see Beth stood in the doorway, a look of both shame and determination written upon her face. "What's this?" he finally asked. "What does it look like?" He words were confident but her tremulous voice betrayed her guilt. "Well..." he began and realised he was still holding the vibrator before him and dropped it back into the drawer with self-conscious abandon. "Of course I know what it is. I mean, what... why?" She took a step into the room, her features softening. "I just... I want to give you your space and all but... I have needs." "Yeah... we know all about your needs," he replied with disdain and knew he was being a hypocrite; he felt those same needs and couldn't deny it. "Don't be like that," she said softly and laid her hand on his arm. "What we did... it was amazing, baby." He sniffed. "What?" she asked and her hand dropped. "You're telling me you didn't enjoy it?" "Well-" he began but she interrupted before he had a chance to utter any pathetic lies or conditional clauses. "You enjoyed it and you know it." She let the silence hang around them for a moment. "You know you enjoyed it and if say anything other you're lying to yourself." Beth stepped forward again, closing the distance between them, and placed her hand on his cheek. "What we did... there's nothing to be ashamed of. Okay, so if I was some girl in the street who you forced yourself on it'd be different, but I'm not; I'm your wife. I asked you. I begged you. You gave me exactly what I wanted and now I feel that lack more than I ever did before." "Aren't I enough? Isn't this enough?" He gestured around them at the room as if it was a symbol of their love. "No," she replied simply but as he looked away she brought her other hand up to take the opposite cheek and direct his vision into her own. "It's just bricks and mortar. What I want is to feel your love. What more could you do than love me just the way I want? And... I know it's what you want too." They looked at each other for a moment more, then he leant forward and kissed her in such a delicate way that she knew she'd won him over. "You're right," he said as he wrapped his arms around her. "I do want it. I want to use your body just the way you need me to. It's just... I feel like I'm doing you harm and you don't even realise." It was her chance to snort with derision. "Darling," she began, "I think we both know I'm not some blushing teeny bopper. I know exactly what I want. You're not going to corrupt me; I did that to myself a long time ago." He eyes glanced down at the vibrator nestled in her lace panties. "Yeah, I can see that. So what did your friend here come in useful for?" She grinned, a little embarrassed. "Well... I bought it across the street at work today and -" She took a breath. "- I kinda pissed on it and choked myself with it." There was a short silence and she could feel his cock hardening between them. His arms tightened around her, holding her own arms at her sides. "You disgusting little slut," he breathed and she smiled as that voice washed over her. "Yeah, I've been such a dirty little whore and I need to be punished." She recoiled with shocked pleasure as he suddenly spat in her face and her excitement grew, warmth radiating from her crotch outwards. "Yes. You do." He pushed her away from him. "Take off your clothes." She followed his orders quickly, pulling her top up and over her head and unbuttoning her jeans. Slipping them off her legs she simultaneously tugged off her socks and stood before him with only her black underwear hiding her modesty. Her husband folded his arms across his chest. "All of your clothes." She unclipped her bra and let her large breasts loose, their nipples already hardening. She slipped a finger into each side of her panties' waistband and slid them over her smooth thighs to drop around her ankles. As she leant forward she caught the familiar aroma of her juices. Then she stood up straight before him once more and waited for further instructions. "And where did this humiliation of yourself take place?" he asked. "At work. In the toilets. Sir." "Disgusting. Seeing as you like toilets so much I think you need to spend some quality time in one." He looked back at her underwear drawer and withdrew a pair of black stockings which he handed to her. "Put these own," he ordered and she complied as he stepped over to their tall black wardrobe and retrieved a couple of his ties. When she was finished he placed his hand around the back of her neck and made her walk out of the room onto the landing, her large tits bouncing as she stepped. He directed her to the stairs and they descended together, her arousal growing with each footfall. As they reached the bottom he roughly directed her towards the downstairs' toilet. She reached out, opened the door and stepped inside. He released her and she turned to face him. "Get on the floor, in front of the toilet," he commanded and she slid her stocking-clad legs onto the tiles beneath them, resting her back against the cold ceramic of the toilet bowl. He kneeled down and took her wrists. Pulling them behind her he guided her to place her palms against the U-bend which was cold and clammy with condensation. She felt him thread one of the ties around the piping and tie it tightly about her wrists. With a tug to check the knots he reclined back on his haunches and brought the other tie up to her face. Her mouth fell open with joyful excitement as he placed it over her eyes and knotted it at the back of her head, and she giggled as her vision was plunged into blackness. She felt his hands run down over her neck and onto her front, fondling her breasts and tweaking her erect nipples before descending further and she widened her thighs to allow his fingers to run into the moist mound between. With barely a touch, his fingers withdrew and she found her waist pivoting forwards, begging for more probing but none more was forthcoming. "Now," he whispered from above, "you will serve your time alone here... until I'm ready for you." There was a draft that raised the goosebumps higher on her naked skin as he opened the door and left her alone, tied to the toilet. She heard the click of the light switch and knew that she was in for a long wait. It was frustrating, uncomfortable and cold, but this only heightened Beth's arousal as she knew she was completely and utterly under his control, a willing object of his desire. She laid her head back against the rim of the toilet seat and focused on the pleasing sensation of her prostrate body, her skin tightening in the frigid temperature, and waited. *** The pool of piss was stone cold by the time she heard the light switch click, the door creak open and her husband's feet step onto the tiles before her. His sharp intake of breath as he no doubt stepped in the puddle almost made her laugh but she suppressed it, not wanting him to punish her any further by his absence. "You disgusting little slut," he sternly pronounced from above. "Couldn't even hold yourself. Look at you, sitting there in your own filth!" "I'm sorry, sir," Beth whispered. "I couldn't help it. I'm such a dirty little cunt." "That's right," Rick responded. "But you'll be a hell of a lot dirtier by the time I'm done with you." She felt his hands grasp her head and his fingers work their way into the knot that bound the blindfold to her face. With a tug he worked it loose and she was momentarily blinded by the brightness of the bulb that hung above her husband's head. She blinked and the sight of him, naked with his thick cock proudly standing before her, swam into focus. In his hand he held the vibrator and now held it before her face. "You like sucking cock, you little slut?" She licked her lips and nodded, yes. "Then open wide," he commanded and she widened her jaw as far as possible, exposing her tongue and the back of her mouth to his abuse. He slid the fake penis into her face and she wrapped her lips around its length as the tip was forced further and further to the back of her throat. He kneeled down, reaching forward to fondle her right breast as he pushed the ersatz cock as far as it could go. She began to gag as the probe tickled her throat and his fingers gripped the flesh of her tit tightly, sending pulses of pain across the skin of her chest. Her eyes were wide, staring into his own; both were full of lust and expectation as she started to cough and splutter over the top of his hand which gripped the vibrator held in her throat. Then he withdrew it, glistening and with threads of thick saliva hanging from its surface, and Beth retched and gasped for air. "Now that it's nice and lubricated, it's ready," Rick said and whilst she still coughed up the spit that had run down her throat, he lowered the vibrator to between her thighs. Roughly spreading her legs with one hand, he placed the tip at the entrance to her pussy which was wet with juice and piss from the puddle beneath her. His left hand came up to grip her throat with just enough force to send pleasure radiating through her body as he began to slide the rubber cock inside her. Beth moaned, a deep and guttural sound which echoed off the tiles, as the vibrator was pushed inside her until all that protruded was the plastic cap at its hilt. Once it was in place, Rick slowly twisted the cap, beginning its electronic buzz. At first it was a low vibration which tickled her clitoris, but slowly, as he increased the power, it became more aggressive and insistent like an angry swarm of bees. Beth closed her eyes as her mouth dropped open and she exhaled a half-sigh, half-moan of ecstasy. When she opened her eyes a second later she saw that Rick was now standing before her, cock in hand. "Do you like that?" he asked, stroking his manhood before her face. "Yes... Sir, I... oh... I fucking love that," she managed to utter as waves of pleasure began to wrack her body. "Do you want me treat you like a little slut? Do you want to be degraded and used?" "Yes, Sir... P-please... I want to be... dirty... I want... to be-" Suddenly, a spurt of piss shot from his cock and landed on her face and Beth squealed with surprised delight. "Oh... OH, YES!" She laughed as Rick began to soak her naked body with his pee, directing his stream over her chest to coat her big tits with warm water. The piss splashed onto her skin, making her shine in the yellow light of the electric bulb. It ran over the orbs on her front to drip over her thighs and mix with her own water on the floor. Beth opened her mouth greedily and he sprayed his piss into her face. She licked her wet lips as his water was caught in her maw, overflowed and ran down her chin to drip into her vibrating pussy. Just as Rick's stream began to subside he stepped forward, placed a leg either side of her shoulders, and pushed her head back to lay on the rim of the toilet seat behind. With a hand around her mouth, forcing it open, he guided his dripping cock into her face. Beth greedily wrapped her lips around this new invader as her husband's hands came round to grip her head. He lowered his pelvis onto her face, forcing his meaty cock down her throat and holding it there. Beth took deep lungfuls of air through her nose and fought against the retching feeling that built in her abdomen. Then his cock was withdrawn and she gasped around its length before it slid back firmly to the back of her throat. Her backside slid on the tiles slick with piss beneath and she unconsciously fought against the bonds which held her tightly to the toilet as she was roughly face fucked by her master. The vibrator still buzzed angrily within her and warmth was radiating out from her pussy as she gagged on her husband's cock. He was grunting above her like a beast of pure instinct, revelling in his power over his naked and soaking object of abuse. Beth gave herself over to him wholly as her orgasm built, wanting nothing more than to be roughly used as his whore, fucked and degraded for his satisfaction, a dehumanised slave for his sole pleasure. Saliva ran from her mouth, dripping in thick strings from her cheeks onto the plastic seat beneath her head as she gagged on his dick. She could feel his length pulsing in her mouth as his hands left her head and slid down her sopping skin to grope her tits. Rick's animal grunts began to rise in pitch and volume and she knew he was ready to come. Her throat ached with the abuse he was visiting upon it and she couldn't wait for the back of her throat to be coated with his seed. Then he was screaming with manly exultation and he thrust his cock deeply into her as thick gouts of his cum shot to the back of her throat. Beth took desperate whooping breaths around the flesh between her teeth and felt like she was drowning. In that moment her orgasm exploded and she felt her body go limp as wave after wave of sordid ecstasy wracked her glistening body. She screamed a muffled and gurgling cry as her body convulsed under the onslaught of his cock and the volcanic pleasure shook her. She was dimly aware of his cock being withdrawn for him to pump the last few jets of spunk onto her face with his hand and she coughed up and spluttered his thick cum over her own chest to mix with the gradually drying piss that covered her skin. Their moans and guttural sighs faded into whimpers until all that remained was their mutual heavy panting and the continual hum of the sex toy which still lay within her cunt. Finally, Rick reached down and withdrew the fake cock, dripping with her juices, from her and then sat down on the tiles beside his ruined wife. He caught his breath and then worked her bonds loose. *** Later, scrubbed pink and perfumed with coconut body moisturiser after a long and luxuriant shared shower, Beth lay naked in the arms of her love under the crispness of freshly laundered sheets. "I love you," he whispered in her ear. "I know," she replied and kissed him, long and delicately. Then she reached over his shoulder and flicked off the bedside light. The universe shrank to the confines of his arms. *** To be continued in 'Degrade Me More'... Degrade Me More The following story contains watersports and is a depiction of extreme consensual sex. It is the third part in the ongoing 'Degrade Me' story. Please rate and comment as feedback is very welcome, especially if you enjoy the fantasy. I am interested in which aspects are successful with readers so that I can write more effective and entertaining stories for you all. *** The days and nights grew colder as winter tightened its grip but the fiery heat of Beth and Rick's sordid exploits only grew as they indulged, often on a nightly basis, in all the extreme fantasy they could imagine. Beth's throat seemed to be permanently sore and she took to buying medicinal sweets to anesthetise the red results of her husband's face fucking. They even had to buy a new mop to clean up the residue of their nocturnal deeds from the tiled floor of the bathroom and, sometimes, the wooden floor of the kitchen when he would roughly fuck her over the breakfast bar without warning. Beth was the happiest she'd ever been, content to be used and abused by her husband, because she knew after the deed was done and her pussy, mouth and arsehole were ruined by his meaty cock and mouth, he would hold her close and she would kiss him deeply and remind him that their roleplay was an expression of love and not hate. Christmas approached. Ice formed on the pavements. The annual work party was signed up for. This year, Sharon, Beth's portly and good-humoured senior manager, had arranged for them all to pay a visit to some converted barn in the middle of nowhere where they'd no doubt be a turkey roast and watery gravy with a cheap disco after for the middle-aged secretarial staff to embarrass themselves with. Still, Christmas only comes once a year and Rick would be coming along as her plus-one. Not one for overly doling-up, Beth had elected to wear a simple black silk blouse and smart trousers. She tied her long dark hair up into a bun and applied a little eye shadow and felt that this was more than enough effort for the Christmas do. "Ready?" Choosing a couple of small silver earrings, Beth turned from the dresser to regard her husband standing in the doorway of their bedroom. He had shrugged on a black jumper over his customary shirt and black jeans and looked every part the relaxed middle-class man he was. "Yeah," she answered as she threaded the earrings through the piercings of her lobes. "Katy'll be late; she always is, so there's no rush." Her friend Katy from work would no doubt still be choosing a clutch bag best suited to her dress instead of stepping into their shared taxi to come and pick them up. Rick sighed; he hated waiting around but long experience with Beth's friend had taught him the futility of wasting breath expounding upon his frustration. *** It was a further half-an-hour before they heard the honk of the taxi from outside the front door and Rick, who had been impatiently tapping his fingers on the leather arm rest of the sofa, leapt up with impatience. The frigid air was only mildly kept at bay by the thick winter coat Beth shrugged on as she stepped from the house, leaving Rick to lock up behind her. She gingerly stepped on unfamiliar heels over to the waiting taxi and opened the door. "I'm going to peg over in a minute, I swear," she giggled as she slid onto the seat beside Katy who greeted her with a warm hug. Despite the long wait, Beth had to admit that Katy looked stunning, as always. The girl had a natural beauty she only enhanced with make-up, her full lips a deep and provocative shade of red. She had a much more petite figure than Beth's curvaceous body but the tight black dress she wore accentuated every defined curve of her slender frame. Her blonde hair was short and framed her face, following the line of her delicate jaw. The skirt of the dress was very short, almost immodestly so, but her long legs were encased in dark stockings which kept her from looking too slutty. The passenger cabin of the taxi was filled with the fruity scent of her enticing perfume. Beth had always been jealous of her friend's body but Katy had such a disarming personality that she couldn't bear her any ill will. In fact, Katy continuously complimented Beth on her own figure, good-humouredly displaying a deep envy for her naturally large breasts. She was a good person to have around, someone who made you feel positive about yourself. Rick sat himself down on the fold-down seat across from them in the cabin of the taxi and pulled the door shut. "Hey, handsome," Katy purred mischievously. "Hi. What time do you call this?" Rick smiled. "Hey, you can't rush these things. It takes time to make a silk purse out of a pig's ear, you know?" "Bollocks," Beth laughed. "You'd look good in a plastic bag, you silly cow." "Aw, thanks, honey... I think." Katy sarcastically stroked Beth's shoulder. *** The party was a pretty lame affair, as they'd expected, but it was still a laugh. The entire waiting staff seemed to be seventeen year-old sixth-formers with rabbits-caught-in-headlights expressions as they were ordered about by a short but stern lady manager. The food was passable but it was the cocktails that Katy and Beth had sighted first and were slowly working through the list of. Rick was nursing what must have been his fourth JD and coke and, as usual, insisted on staying at their table whilst the girls danced to what was the cheesiest selection of eighties pop they'd heard in a long time. He smiled at them over the tops of a row of empty cocktail glasses the incompetent staff had neglected to retrieve as they jived and clapped and laughed atop the temporary dance floor, bathed in neon green, pink, blue and yellow light. When 'Last Christmas' came over the sound system, Katy and Beth drunkenly came together and held each other, gyrating their bodies to the beat. Beth's mind was swimming in an alcoholic sea and as the warmth of Katy's slender form rubbed against her own she couldn't help but giggle at the surprising arousal she felt course through her veins. When Katy's hand came to cheekily pinch her backside, Beth involuntarily jumped a little forward and felt a thrill of excitement as her crotch rubbed against Katy's thigh. Then the song was over and Katy was yelling a good-natured "Wooo!" and Beth shook her head and smiled. Returning to the table they sat down either side of Rick. Beth, feeling a little guilty, slipped her hand onto his and gave it a squeeze. "Having fun?" he asked and kissed her. "Yeah, it's a good night." "Aw," Katy said, "look at you two! And here I am with no one to give me a kiss." She stuck out her lower lip in mock indignation. It was a wonder that Katy was single. Beth could never work out how she went through so many boyfriends and not a single one was a keeper. Apparently, none of them were 'just right'. On reflection, it made perfect sense: Katy must be the Goldilocks of the sexual realm, of course. Now Katy was exhaling loudly and Beth regarded her amusedly. "Getting bored now," she said to the air. "Why don't we go back to ours?" Beth suggested. "We've got a bottle of Prosecco in the fridge. Music's better too." "Sounds good to me," Katy flashed her perfect teeth at them both. "Yeah, kinda had enough of Wham if I'm honest," Rick muttered and retrieved his phone to call a taxi. *** Beth's ears were ringing a little as she took a seat in the taxi next to Katy once more and Rick sat opposite. After giving directions to the driver he turned to face them as the car pulled away, the tires crunching the gravel in front of the converted barn which glowed with neon light. "You two," he laughed and shook his head. "What?" the girls simultaneously demanded. "You look like undergraduates on freshers' week." "So?" Beth giggled, "Freshers' weeks were the best nights of my life!" "Yeah, two-for-one cocktails all the way!" Katy exclaimed and laid her drunken head on Beth's shoulder as the taxi took a bend on a country lane. Both women sighed contentedly and there was a comfortable silence for a while. "So," Beth finally broke the peace, "why are they never 'just right' then? These guys you date?" Katy sniffed. "Oh, you know... they just don't cut it." "No, I don't know. Whaddya mean?" She giggled at her slurred words. Katy sat up and looked at her, smiling and blinking a tad too slowly. "They don't cut it in the bedroom," she tittered. "Oh, right," Beth nodded sagely. "What? All of them?" "Oi! You make me sound like the office bike! All of them indeed." Katy crossed her arms over her petite breasts. "I think what my lovely wife means," Rick began, "is that maybe the problem's with you rather than them." Katy clicked her tongue. "Maybe," she shrugged. "Maybe everyone's just too bloody prudish." "Jesus," Beth exclaimed. "What are you asking them to do?" "Nothing any loving person wouldn't do for their significant other. Anyway," she hiccupped, "It's not what they need to do; it's what I want to do to them." She laughed nervously. The drink and the jollity of the evening had lowered their defences and Beth caught her husband's eye and saw his raised eyebrow. She knew the thought that had occurred to him; she recognised it as the same one in her own mind. Then she saw the amused eyes of the driver in his rear view mirror and changed the subject. *** They left Rick to pay the driver outside the house and headed straight for the fridge and the bottle of Prosecco that lay inside. They both laughed as the cork popped out and hit the ceiling, and Beth retrieved some slender flutes from the glass cabinet. The wine was fizzing in the glasses by the time her husband stepped into the kitchen. Katy raised her glass in a toast. "I love you guys, you know that?" "We love you too, darling," Beth smiled and they clinked their glasses together. All three took deep gulps of the sweet, fizzy wine and then followed Rick to the living room, the bottle in Beth's other hand. They chatted and poured a further glass each and listened to some more laid back tunes on the stereo before the conversation returned to Katy's love life once more. The drink had well and truly oiled the wheels and their mutual inhibitions seemed to have lowered even further since all three had sat on the three-seat sofa together, Katy twirling Beth's long hair, which she'd let down, between her fingers. "Oh, come on," Beth was saying, "We're all friends here. What exactly is it you want them to do?" "I've told you, it's what I want to do to them." Rick sat next to Katy but he kept a respectful distance from her as he reclined against the leather of the sofa. "What?" he began, "You want to fuck them or something?" Beth laughed in surprise; clearly their recent exploits had relaxed his traditional stuffiness around discussions of sex. Katy also looked at him with wide eyes. "Wow! Never thought I'd hear you say anything so vulgar!" She laughed and pointed a playful finger at his bemused expression. "I thought you were such a gentleman. Now I see why you married him." Katy turned back to face Beth. "It's always the silent types," Beth said and nodded. "Yeah? Maybe that's where I've being going wrong. Always thought the mouthy ones would be the dirtiest." She pointed at Rick again. "I bet you're a right dirty bastard." "Yes," Beth found herself saying. "Yes, he is." "Hmm," Katy moaned. "Now I'm really jealous." Beth caught her husband's eye again beyond her friend's beatific face and saw his lust writ large, his curled lip, the drunken desire she shared. Her nipples were hardening and she could feel a moistness spreading in her crotch. "Phew," Katy fanned herself with one hand and laughed again, "Is it me or is it hot in here?" Beth could feel her friend's heart hammering against her ribs, matching the rhythm of her own. "Anyway," Katy continued, turning to face him again, "Mister Strong, Silent Type, to answer your question..." She paused, a little sobering brick of inhibition blocking the flow of words. She thought for a second, then downed her drink. She placed the glass on the coffee table in front of them. "Yeah," she said a little nervously, "I kinda want to fuck them sometimes. You know, wear... like, a fake cock and take them like they always want to take me. But it's not just that. I just want... I don't know. I just want it to be a little more sordid, you know? A little more..." "Degraded," Beth whispered in her ear. She'd sat up and leaned forward as her friend had explained and now her face hovered mere centimetres from Katy's own. "Yeah," Katy said and turned her head to face Beth. Their lips touched and then they were kissing, their tongues sliding wetly together. Katy's hands came up to run into Beth's long hair, caressing her scalp. "Mmmm," came mutually from each girls' throat as they closed their eyes and indulged in what they'd both secretly dreamed of for some time. Their kiss finished with a darting lick from Katy's tongue across Beth's lips and they opened their eyes to find Rick's face next to their own as he had come to kneel before them. He moved in and kissed Beth, tasting their friend's sweet saliva on his wife's lips. She placed her hand on the back of his head and guided him towards Katy who quickly proceeded to join her mouth to his, running her tongue between his lips to stroke what lay beyond. Their kiss ended with a resounding smack of their lips. "Well," was all Katy said and the three of them laughed. "Okay, I... is this really happening?" Beth stroked her friend's face and kissed her again. She slipped her hand down Katy's front to squeeze a petite breast. "Yes, baby," she told her. "Me and Rick, we know exactly what you mean. He uses me just the way you want to use those men. He fucks me so hard I can't walk straight. He sticks his cock down my throat and has me clawing for air. I've had my head shoved down the toilet with his cock up my arse. I've felt like drowning on his... piss." Katy gasped and then giggled in excitement before Beth continued. "I'm his disgusting little whore. I can be yours too, if you like?" Rick's hand slid up Katy's thigh, his fingers working under the tight hem of her black dress to caress the tops of her stockings. Katy looked down at his hand for a moment and then returned her gaze to Beth's earnest eyes. Then her hand reached up and slid over one of Beth's silk-covered breasts. She squeezed. "I've wanted to touch these big tits for so long." She closed her eyes and inhaled, enjoying the feel of the fleshy tit in her hand through the smooth silk of Beth's blouse. "Yes," she finally breathed. "I want you guys. I want to be a part of it all." Rick's hand ran further up the inside of Katy's thigh and she widened her legs to allow him access. His fingers ran into her crotch and began to massage at her pussy lips through the smooth fabric of the black thong she wore beneath the tight fitting dress. She leaned forward and resumed kissing Beth's full lips, running her tongue in and out of her best friend's mouth as she groped and kneaded her tits. Rick slid a finger under the gusset of her thong and slipped it into her hole, tickling her insides and sending shivers of pleasure through her lower body. She closed her eyes and exhaled a deep sigh of ecstasy as he probed at the inside of her cunt. Beth's arms wrapped around her body and slid into her hair to caress her scalp as she let her husband finger fuck her friend. "I like it really dirty, baby," she breathed in Katy's face. "I want to be totally destroyed by you both. No limits, okay?" "Y-yes," stammered Katy as waves of delight swept her slender frame. Then her eyes snapped open and her hand came up to grip Beth's dark hair firmly. "Yes. We're gonna make you so filthy." "Spit in my face," Beth ordered. Katy complied, sucking in air and gathering a big gob of saliva in her mouth before ejecting it straight into Beth's face. "Argh!" Beth licked her lips. "Yeah, that's right. I'm your little fucking whore." Her hand slipped down from Katy's head to stroke her husband's face. "I'm a little dirty cunt for you both. Let's go upstairs; I can't wait any longer." With a final kiss, the girls stood up, hand in hand, and Rick licked his moist finger clean of Katy's juice before grabbing the bottle of wine to follow them upstairs. Once they were in the bedroom, Beth lit a couple of candles that stood on the top of the dressing table and chest of drawers. Katy watched her with drunken, lustful eyes, holding the hem of her tight dress up around her waist whilst she touched herself. Rick entered and took a swig of wine from the bottle in his hand before offering some to Katy. Beth walked over to her and shared a sip from her mouth. "Now, Rick's going to make everything ready for us," Beth told her and leant in for another wet kiss. "Meanwhile, I think it's time we started. Don't you?" Katy giggled. She placed the bottle on the dressing table next to them and began to unbutton Beth's blouse. Rick pulled the sheets and pillows off the king-size bed which stood in the centre of the room and leant down to retrieve a large, red plastic sheet from beneath its frame. He slipped it over the mattress and tucked its edges under the corners. Katy slipped the blouse over Beth's shoulders and it billowed to the carpet at her feet. She paused for a moment in her undressing of her friend to run her perfectly manicured hands over Beth's large cleavage, squeezing them a little. "Oh, I want to suck on these big tits so much," she purred as she gazed in wide eyed passion at her friend's chest. "You can do whatever you like, baby," Beth smiled and licked her lips. Katy slipped her hands down to Beth's waist and unclipped the front of her trousers. Sliding her fingers into the back of the waistband, she slid the trousers over Beth's backside and bent down to slip them off her feet. Kneeling before her, she moved her face close to Beth's crotch and inhaled deeply of the sweet scent that permeated the dark panties she wore over her pussy. "You smell so good," she breathed. "I want you to taste me, too." Beth laid a hand on her friend's head. "I want you to eat my pussy." Katy laughed and had a quick lap of the moist front of Beth's panties. "Hey, leave some for me," Rick said, pulling off his jumper and unbuttoning his shirt. Katy stood up and moved to his side. His arm slipped round her and he worked a finger up and down the crack of her arse, following the line of the thin thong that split her cheeks. Her hand ran into his shirt to stroke his chest and she began to kiss him as Beth stood and watched them both, clad only in her black underwear. Katy's hand worked into his trouser front, unbuttoning and unzipping his crotch. His trousers fell to pool about his ankles as her hand slipped beneath his boxer shorts to grip his rock hard erection. "Hmmm," she groaned, her mouth joined to his. Their lips smacked apart and she looked down at his manhood in her hand. "Do I get to have this inside me too?" She looked over at Beth. Beth nodded to her friend. "You get everything you want... Mistress." Katy giggled again and pumped Rick's cock in her hand. "Oh, I like that. Yeah... Mistress." Her confidence was growing as she thought of where to begin with the degradation of her best friend. "Take off your clothes," Rick ordered his wife as Katy jerked his cock, his fingers probing at her arsehole. Beth unclipped her bra and let her fulsome tits loose before bending forwards, her eyes fixed on her husband as he was masturbated, to slip her panties over her thighs and down to her feet. Katy kneeled down and slid Rick's shorts down his legs so all that remained on his body was the unbuttoned shirt. She took his cock in her hand and guided it to her mouth, her right hand between her legs. Degrade Me More "What should we do to her first?" he asked the petite blonde beneath him, his eyes never wavering from his wife's face. "Um, hmmm," Katy replied, sucking his cock with fervour as she frigged herself. "Sir," Beth interjected, "I want to see Mistress naked too." She stepped towards them and Rick's right hand came out to grip her throat. "Oh you do, do you?" He smiled and brought his other hand up to fondle her tits. Katy took one last suck of his cock and stood up. "I think we can grant her that one little request," she said and pulled her dress up her slim body and over her head to reveal a perfectly toned waist and lacy lingerie encasing her just-under-a-handful breasts. Her skin was tanned and smooth like milky coffee. Beth's hand moved forward and took her husband's cock which was wet with her friend's saliva. She worked it gently in her hand whilst watching Katy as she removed her bra and slipped the thong from over her crotch. Her pussy was shaved and naked and the room began to fill with the scent of lust. Katy, her nakedness exposed, stepped over to the couple, clad only in her sheer black stockings, and gripped Beth's wrist. She pulled her hand away from Rick's cock and pushed her back onto the cold plastic sheeting of the bed. "I think that's enough of that, you little cunt." Beth laughed and shuffled up on to her elbows to regard her friend remove Rick's shirt. Katy kissed him and whispered in his ear. Then they both turned to face her with mischievous smiles on their faces. Rick stepped over to the bed and kneeled by its edge. Katy grabbed Beth by her long hair and dragged her from the slick sheets to fall on the carpet by her husband's side. Rolling her onto her back, Katy pulled her face up into her pussy. Katy's cunt was small and tight, glistening with juice, and Beth greedily enveloped her mouth around her pussy lips and ran her tongue into her friend's insides. "That's right, eat me, you little slut!" Katy exulted from above as she forced Beth's face into her pussy, rubbing her clit over her nose and mouth. "Aw, fuck, yeah; stick that tongue up inside your mistress!" After a few more rough rubs of her pelvis on Beth's face, she gripped her hair once more and pulled her around towards Rick's backside. "Now," Katy commanded her, "Eat!" She pushed her face into Rick's arse crack and Beth began lapping at his hole, tasting his sweat and the earthiness of his behind. Katy's fingers splayed around the back of Beth's skull as she pushed her in between his cheeks so hard she began to suffocate. Beth groaned and slobbered, her saliva dripping down the crack of her husband's backside to run onto his balls. He took his cock in hand and began to masturbate as she was forced to eat his arsehole. Then Katy's hand was released from the back of her head and Beth took panting breaths, leaning back a little to get air and regard Rick's now wet hole. Then she was forcing her own face back into his behind, lapping at the delicate skin with her slick tongue. Katy's hand came sailing through the air and impacted with the skin of her backside. Beth screamed with painful delight, the sound muffled by the skin of her husband's flesh. The smacking continued, the sound of her skin being punished echoing sharply from the walls of the bedroom. Beth's backside felt like it was on fire as Katy's hand came again and again to harshly slap alternating cheeks. "Roll over, baby," Katy told Rick and he pulled away from Beth's face to lay himself down on his back upon the red plastic sheet. Katy's hand gripped Beth's hair again and she tugged her face forward and onto his rigid cock. Katy laid both her hands on Beth's head, one around her neck, one on the back of her skull, and forced her roughly down to gag on his proud dick. The tip shot to the back of her throat and Beth coughed spit down his length. Katy slid her slight frame onto the sheets beside them and, hands still on her friend's head, manoeuvred her lower body over Rick's face. She sat back and enveloped his face with her cunt, rubbing her pussy lips back and forth on his mouth. He ran his tongue up and into her opening and she groaned with pleasure. "Oh yeah, fuck!" She exclaimed as she held Beth's head down onto his manhood and rubbed herself over his face. Beth was choking now, her eyes watering as the cock was roughly held to the back of her throat. Spit ran from her mouth and dripped in thick strings onto her husband's balls. Just when she felt a deep stirring in her stomach, Katy's hold relaxed and she sat back, gasping and spluttering. Saliva shot from her mouth as she coughed to fall in drips on Rick's crotch and her own tits. "Yeah," Katy murmured as she gyrated on Rick's face. "You like that, don't you, bitch? You like being choked, huh?" Beth coughed and swallowed before answering, "Y-yes, Mistress. I like being face fucked." "Good," Katy said and gripped her head once more, forcing her down onto Rick's cock again. This time, Beth stuck out her tongue to allow further penetration and licked the tip over the skin of his balls as the end of his cock tickled her tonsils. Katy's fingers tightened in her hair and she began to force Beth to suck his cock, pulling her head up and down on his length, causing her to make strangled cries as the end struck the back of her throat. Rick was moaning under them both, his face buried deep in Katy's pussy, and his hands were gripping the plastic sheeting by his sides. Beth was coughing on his cock, spit running from her abused mouth as she retched around its length. With a burp, some wine ran up from her stomach and spilled forth from her lips to run over his balls and pool on the sheet beneath. Katy pulled her from his length with concern in her eyes. "I'm sorry, baby. I-" "No," Beth interrupted, her voice hoarse, "I love it." Katy smiled, leant forward and kissed her, licking the spicy saliva from her lips and chin. She took Beth's hand and placed it on Rick's dripping cock. "Now, you get to work. I'm thirsty," she said and lifted herself up off Rick's face. Beth began to pump her husband's cock as he panted for air and placed his arms above his head, revelling in the pleasure being visited upon him by these two beautiful women. Katy stepped over to the dressing table and retrieved the bottle of fizzy wine. Lifting the bottle she took a long swig of its contents and watched Beth jerk Rick on the bed before her. "Are you thirsty, slut?" she asked Beth. "Do you want a taste?" "Yes please, Mistress," Beth nodded and spat onto her husband's cock to keep it lubricated. Katy placed one foot up onto the chair that stood before the dressing table and exposed her pussy to the couple. Gripping the bottle neck firmly, she guided it to the entrance of her pussy and rubbed the lips over the rim. Closing her eyes, she began to push the thick neck into herself, gasping with excitement as she felt it probe her insides. She shuddered as the ribbed top entered her cunt and she carefully worked it in and out of her opening. With a giggle she withdrew the bottle and stepped over to Beth. Lifting it, she guided it to Beth's lips who greedily licked the glass neck and wrapped her lips around its end. Katy tipped the wine into her friend's mouth, filling her with the sweet drink laced with pussy juice. "Hmmm," Katy looked through the glass at the contents of the bottle, "Looks like we've nearly finished. Time for a top up." She stepped up onto the bed and placed a foot either side of Rick's chest. He ran his hands up and down the smooth black stockings which encased her legs as she brought the bottle down to the front of her pussy once more. Beth spat again on Rick's cock as she worked it with one hand, the other between her legs, a finger furiously flicking over her clitoris. She watched as Katy opened her pussy lips with her left hand and placed the bottle neck right up against her flesh, closing her eyes and focusing on her depraved task. With a little squeak in her throat, Katy relaxed her muscles and thin jet of pee shot forth from her vagina. She quickly opened her eyes and looked down at her crotch, directing the following piss stream into the bottle as best she could. Rick groaned beneath them as trickles of Katy's piss ran down the sides of the bottle to drip onto his belly and Beth couldn't resist pushing two fingers into her hole as she increased the force she applied to masturbating her husband. There was a tinkling sound which came echoing out of the bottle neck as Katy topped it up with her own water. The fluid inside pooled and Beth watched as the level rose an inch. Then Katy stopped herself, running a finger over her pussy lips and licking it clean before offering the bottle to Beth. Beth stopped stroking her husband's cock and took the bottle in both hands. "Drink up," Katy instructed and Beth brought the now warm bottle neck to her lips. Tilting it up towards her face she poured Katy's warm piss into her mouth, taking big greedy gulps of the sweet nectar. When she was finished she exhaled loudly, feeling the warmth of the cocktail spread through her insides as she placed the bottle on the carpet nearby. "Taste good?" Katy asked, still standing over Rick's naked form on the bed. "Um-hmm," Beth nodded and licked her lips. "I think you need some more; open wide." Katy used a hand to part her pussy lips once again and this time directed a forceful jet of piss directly at Beth's face. Beth closed her eyes and opened her mouth wide to catch the spray of her friend's pee, trying not to laugh with glee as the water splashed over her cheeks and ran down her front. She took a hold of Rick's cock once more and began to pump it, covering it with the piss that dripped from her overflowing mouth and ran down her forearms. She took a big swallow of the water which filled her mouth and, as she did so, Katy directed the stream so that it cascaded onto Beth's hair, drenching her dark tresses. Then Beth knelt forward and took Rick's cock in her mouth, sucking the piss from his manhood as her back was showered, the water running down her spine and into the crack of her arse. Katy shuffled forward on the now soaking sheet to allow the last few drops to fall onto Beth's head and then she was down beside her, her stockings becoming saturated with her own water in the pools about Rick's body as she ran her hands over Beth's slippery figure. Beth slid the cock from her mouth and pumped it in her hand as Katy kissed her, their tongues lapping at the water that covered each other's mouths. Katy's hands slid down to fondle Beth's breasts and Beth leant back to allow her access. Katy took the left nipple between her teeth and bit down causing Beth to squeal with pain and pull her friend's head into the flesh of her tit where Katy suckled and licked and continued to playfully bite at the pink hardness at its peak. Rick slid from beneath them and sat up on the bed, watching as Katy sucked his wife's breasts and ran her hand into her sopping cunt. Katy pushed Beth down onto the wet sheets beneath and manoeuvred herself between her spread legs, presenting her own arse to Rick. She began to lap at Beth's pussy, her darting tongue teasing at Beth's clit and running in between her pussy lips. Rick shuffled forward on his knees and guided his cock to Katy's behind. He slipped it between her thighs and into her pussy, running his hands up her back and taking a firm hold of her shoulders. "Ahhhh," Katy groaned from between Beth's legs as she felt his lubricated length penetrate her. "Yeah, fuck me!" He did so, ramming his dick into her, the force of his thrusts pushing her face into Beth's wet pussy which she happily licked and kissed. Beth brought her hands up behind her own head and worked her fingers into her dripping hair as she was eaten out by her friend. Then Rick withdrew and thrust his face into Katy's behind, lapping at her arsehole as she, in turn, continued to lap at Beth's pussy. His fingers slipped into her cunt, still wet with piss and running freely with juices of the utmost delight. Leaning back, he opened a bedside draw and withdrew a bottle of baby oil which he liberally dripped over Katy's backside, massaging it into her skin and over her hole with his spare hand. "Oh yes, fuck me up the arse!" Katy exclaimed when she figured his intention. Rick got up onto his knees once more, positioning himself behind her and handing the oil down to her. "I'll fuck you like a dog if you stick your fist in her." Katy giggled as Beth gasped and took the proffered bottle from Rick's hand. Eagerly, she upended the bottle and squeezed out a liberal spray of oil over Katy's pussy and her own right hand. When she was satisfied that she had suitably covered the area with the thick lubricant she approached the entrance of Beth's pussy with her fingers, their tips held together as they probed at her hole. Rick simultaneously guided his cock to Katy's arsehole and began to work it into her. She groaned with amorous anticipation as she slowly slid five fingers into Beth. As the muscles of her cunt stretched around her friend's lubricated digits, Beth's eyes rolled up and she let forth a deep, animalistic moan. There was a teasing pain, a suggestion of danger as that large probe worked into her insides and wave upon wave of sinful satisfaction flowed through her veins. Rick's cock extended further into Katy's tight arsehole until the muscles inside relaxed around his length and he began to slowly fuck her. Likewise, Katy's hand was now knuckle-deep in Beth's pussy and she spat on it to help its progress, jiggling it a little which made Beth shudder. Then, with a sudden jolt, her fist slipped inside her friend's cunt and Beth groaned deeper and louder than before. Katy's hand was enveloped in satin warmth and she gripped her fingers inside Beth's body, expanding the violation. As Rick steadily increased the force of his anal penetration, Katy began to piston her arm back and forth, fisting Beth with increasing enthusiasm. All three were grunting and groaning to the rhythm of their three-way abuse. Katy lapped at Beth's clit as she worked her fist around her insides and exulted in the feeling of the hard probe inside her arse. Beth was the first to come, finally succumbing to the intense arousal of that evening, screaming with her eyes firmly held shut as waves of ecstasy shook her frame, her big tits rolling on her wet chest. Her screams went on and on, increasing in pitch as Katy withdrew her fist. Beth immediately stuck a hand between her legs, fingering her clit furiously as she rode the almighty orgasm that swept her body. Then she was squirting, the thick stream of juices jetting from her pussy straight into Katy's face. The water struck her features and soaked her hair. It dripped and pooled on the sheets beneath as Rick increased his forceful arse fucking, groaning loudly, pushed to the edge by the sight of his wife's degradation. Just as Beth sank back onto the soaking sheets, panting and with all energy expended, Rick screamed and came, shooting thick ribbons of spunk up inside Katy's backside. He thrust out the last shots of cum inside her and then hastily withdrew. Sinking back onto the bed, he gestured lamely with an exhausted hand. "Make her eat it." Katy giggled and immediately positioned herself over Beth's head. She lowered her pelvis, bringing her arsehole to Beth's mouth, the cum dripping from her behind onto Beth's face. Beth, still panting began to lap at Katy's hole, licking up her husband's sweet spunk as it slowly dripped from her arse. Then, when most of it seemed to have been lapped and swallowed, Katy repositioned herself to smother Beth's face with her pussy. She gripped her friend's tits, squeezing them hard as the squirt dripped from her face and onto her slick body, and began to rub her cunt over Beth's face furiously. It did not take long for her to come so loudly it hurt Rick's ears. All the sordid fantasy of the night had primed her orgasm like a volcano about to erupt and she rode out the pleasure on Beth's face like she was that little girl again, rubbing her pussy on Big Teddy when the first awakenings had stirred in her sordid brain. Finally, she slumped forward, her body sliding wetly over Beth's so that they lay across one another, panting in the aftermath. Rick's cock lay over his thigh and Katy ran her fingers over its gradually flaccid length, licking her fingers afterwards of the cum that she retrieved from it. The three lovers lay on the soiled plastic sheet, their naked bodies glinting in the dull light of the candles which had begun to gutter. They were exhausted, utterly spent by the depraved acts they had just shared. All three knew, however, that as soon as their energy returned they would continue. Beth's hand found her husband's and squeezed as Katy stroked the couple's legs respectively. *** To be continued in 'Degrade Me Further'...