0 comments/ 86381 views/ 5 favorites Barry's Latin Bride Ch. 01 By: sailorstroke Plot: How an older swinging couple corrupt a younger couple that move in next door, as told in the words of each. Interracial, voyeuristic, swinger, mildly non-consensual. A sexually repressed, naive young Catholic woman is trained/converted into a wanton slut. Characters: * Gordon, pale Anglo, age 38, twice divorced and now with his third wife. A welder and former sailor. Five children, all living with his two previous wives. * Sylkie, a mulatto (half black, half white), age 31, a tavern waitress. No children, but she's had two abortions and one miscarriage. Gordon's wife for the last three years. * Barry, age 23, an auto parts store counter sales rep. A repressed voyeur, has had sexual relationships with seven women prior to marrying his wife, Conchita. * Conchita, age 20, a hotel front desk customer service rep. Married to Barry for 16 months when story begins. He is the only man who she's ever had sex with. She comes from a politically middle of the road, Catholic family. Rick, age 22, the hotel bellman Alex, age 24, the hotel valet Hector, age 29, Conchita's co-worker at the front desk ---------------------------------------- Gordon's Story: I'm a hound, okay! But Conchita didn't end up the way she did just because of me. Believe me, her husband puts on a good respectable citizen front, but he's a sick fuck bastard in his own way. Barry and Conchita moved in next door two years ago tomorrow. I remember because it was the day before July the 4th, right where we're back to now. First time I see her, I'm telling myself, "Damn! That is one hot Mexican girl. I gots to try out her honey hole." So I'm giving her the eye every time I see her, which ain't often. She works nights at some hotel, I work days in a fence assembly plant, welding flat bar steel. But I talk her up, try to engage her in conversation. And I push my wife, Sylkie, for information. You should know right off, Sylkie's a cocksucking skank from way back. That's why I married her, because she's got a appetite stronger for sex then even I do. We got a rule in our marriage: "There ain't no rule about fucking." Sylkie's not impressed with that girl Conchita. She tells me Conchita gets uncomfortable around her. They'll talk small talk pretty regular about the neighborhood, whatever. But when Sylkie steers the subject to husbands and sex, Conchita gets quiet and coughs out excuses about how she's got work to do. I made more progress with Barry. He's neighborly and he likes to look at Sylkie. My wife is on the skinny side. She's a caramel belle, broadnosed, fat-lipped woman with a 5-foot, 6-inch frame. She's 120 pounds, which ain't much on that kind of height. Small tits, 30-A cup, a 28 waist and bottoming out with those 34 hips. Sylkie started learning about sex when she was 13 and got rolled into a gang in her old neighborhood. She briefly prostituted in her late teens, but tells me she gave it up because it was beginning to feel too much like work. Yeah, my Sylkie loves a good fuck. It took me all of three weeks to get Barry to come visit. He'd sit with us and have some beers. Sylkie was always walking around inside the house in her underwear - thong panties and a skimply little see-through top, usually. Just being her usual slutty self. I let Barry's mind at ease, told him he could look all he wanted. He could even touch if he wanted. At first, he was alarmed. You could tell. It caught him off-guard, took his brain some time to wrap around that one. But a few more weeks of him dropping by in the evenings, to drink, while his wife was out working, helped change his attitude. ---------------- Barry's Story: Once I let it sink in, ( Gordon was "inviting me" to fuck his wife! ), I couldn't stop thinking about it. Oh, I told him up front I was happily married. And I thought it was. But still - knowing there was this hot slut next door, waiting for me, even expecting me to shove my hot, hard 7 inches of joystick into her wet, sweet pussy - how do you erase that image? Mind you, Conchita is the hotter woman to look at. She's younger, prettier, has a better figure. I mean my wife "looks" hot. She's all of 5 feet, 4 inches, and curves! She's a 38-C - we're talking hooters that beg to be tit-fucked with puking pythons! - a 32 waist and 38-inches around that fine circumference of light brown latin ass! What a fine ass. It slants out there and defies gravity. It's got a hypnotic sway that makes a man go BOING! But does she use it to its full potential? No! Hell, no. It was so disappointing, our wedding night. I'd been with girls that suck cock, swallow cum, girls that beg for it up the ass. And my favorite, girls that will strip and dance and flash tits and pussy, even in public places. I just love voyeuristic situations. More than anything, I wanted my wife to dress slutty in public. I wanted to see her going down some other guy while I jacked off on her back. Better yet, see her suck three or four men while she's straddled on top of some guy humping like a girl on a pony ride. That's the kind of sick fantasy I keep playing out in my head. Conchita was none of that. She liked fucking, in the missionary position. That was it. Wouldn't suck cock, wouldn't tolerate sodomy (Hey, I tried. She was furious with me.) So there's Sylkie, and I'm sitting on the sofa, been taking her merciless, exhibitionist teasing for five freaking weeks, and her husband says, "I'm going out for some more beer, Barry. You want anything?" I smile and put my hand on his barely dressed wife's thigh and smile. He laughs and winks at me and leaves. ---------------------- Sylkie's Story: Barry's cute. I mean, Gordon is my man and he's better in bed. I didn't expect any miracles with Barry, but baby, he was fresh meat and young and cute and I been playing him long enough. He shoulda taken care of the situation weeks before he did but he's a cautious man. So many cautious mans is in this world! ----------------------- "Barry, I think you thinking it's time we gets to know each other better, hmmm? Am I right?" He looked intently at her legs, eyes roving up her skin to her eyes, "Heh, heh, yeah." Nodding into her, slightly drunk, he traced his finger up her thigh and rubbed his growing cock with his right hand. A male index finger tugged at the blood red thong to reveal a patch of vulva. "MMmm, pussy." "Yeah, baby. That's my pussy. You wanna stick yo finger up in my snatch, Barry? Go on, baby, finger my slit, it's all ready for you." Barry giggled and, face etched with lascivious intent, jammed his finger into the hot box as Sylkie, as if a machine obediently opening to the push of a button, swing her legs wide. Sylkie reached across and expertly flipped open Barry's belt buckle, snapping open his pants and purring to the sound made by his zipper coming undone. Her pussying alternately clamped onto his two fingers, her mouth arching open with lewd joy. "Uh huh, baby. Sssssssssssssssss, work it, Barry. Mmm, thazzzzzz it, get my hole all sticky for yo big dicky!" "Sylkie, you such a hot bitch," Barry said as his right hand and Sylkie's left hand shared the task of massaging his cock, their fingers intertwined around its stiffening girth. He hooked his fingers deep inside Sylkie, pressing at her G spot, tugging at her, as if pulling in a fish. "Come here, slut. Get that hole over my lap and stick your hot hole on my hard cock, bitch!" "Oh, baby, oh yeah. I wanted that dick for a while now. MMmm." She stretched over him, easing herself down, quickly opening her mucousy pink chamber with the shaft of the husband of the latin lady next door, the latin girl who was busy checking in guests at a hotel 14 miles away. "Heh, heh," Sylkie mumbled. Her hip-rocking fuck motion thrilled Barry almost to a point beyond his control. He momentarily feared getting too excited. But Sylkie's motion was smooth, experienced. She was controlled and a thoroughly enjoyable fuck, obviously in no hurry to finish him soon. "Heeeeeee eee - yahhhhhh!" Barry exulted. "Fuck-in-yeah. You know a lot more about pleasing a man than my lame-oh wife, Sylkie. Ohhhhhh, you're a fine ass fuck, slut!" Sylkie heaved her chest out and pressed a nipple into Barry's face. "Shut up and suck it, boy!" It all became one thing then. Sucking, fucking, rocking, nibbling, tongues lashing, kissing, flesh-on-flesh rubbing, sweating, sluts grunting, grinning, spit preceeding nasty curses, hearts beating, the anger of lust unleashed, two strong wills, their passions inflamed, trying to outdo the other, fueling the fires, reaching toward the all-consuming moment. "Cum on, baby," Barry coaxed. "That all you got, slut? Fuck faster! Move your fucking body, bitch. Fuck! Fucking move! Work that pussy, you hot horny slut! You want my cum to go off up in you or not, whore!" "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Ohhhhhhhhhhh, yessssssss!" moaned that delirious, fuck-frenzied Sylkie. "Uhhhhh, uhhhh, shit," her body and shaking, driving, flesh-slapping contorted undone spectacle of sexual madness. "Jam the joystick up your hole, bitch. I'm so close. Yesssssss. Fuck on that cock, bitch!" Sylkie's spasmodic wave came. She fucked on, her breathing getting ragged, his cock still hard, his cock so good, so very good, her pussy loving the constant, tortious friction. And then another spasm of boiling insanity, and another! "Ohhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhh goddamm! Oh, oh, OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Barry sensing his own moment, slapped her ass with all his might. "Shake that body, whore! Fucking move it up and down now. NOWW!" She sped up, up to her physical limit. Her pace like a racing piston chamber on a human piston. He spurted semen at her cervix with a grunt, "FuGGGGGG! ... Un! ... Un, ohhhhhhhhh ... bitch!" They rested on each other, Sylkie satisfied, Barry in a haze of spent emotion. ------------------- Conchita's Story: I see very early that I am not like my neighbors. This Gordon, he is look at my breast, he is look at my behind. He is touching himself between his legs when I am in backyard and he is on his back porch. He come over to fence and say to me, "Ay! You so sexy, neighbor. Come here and talk to me. Hey, baby, you papa ain't home. Let's us have some fun!" He is show me no respect. He is pig! And his wife! What kind person is this, she is always try talking, talking to me about how good her husband is to fucking. She talk like that - "fucking, fucking, fucking." She is bad words use it all the time. She is of no morals. She is 'zorra,' a skunk. This what men of my culture would say. She is 'zorra.' We call like this the woman like her his fuck so much she is have the wide stripe of the white semen painted from the crack of her nasty, stinking behind to the top of her stupid head! And Barry! What is happening these months, I don't like. He is idiota! I tell him, "Don't be friendly with them. They are bad people." Still, he visits. He say to me, "They are my friend. They are not like you think." What can I think? He come from there, he is smell of alcohol. They drink, they drink more. We have fight. You were there again. You stink. You smell of alcohol. Don't touch me! No, don't touch me! What kind of husband you think you are. I tell you to no go there. You go there. You can have sex with your hand and your beer bottle. Go! Get out the bedroom. You sleep on the sofa. ---------------------- Gordon's Story: So after Barry started fucking my wife, I laid it out for him. Barry, you holding out on me. That Conchita sure is a fine piece of ass. He says, "Shit, Gordon. You don't know what you're asking for. If you think you can get in her drawers, you go right ahead. But she's not much in bed. I been trying to loosen her up, but she's a fucking bitch. And I don't mean that in a good way." I smiled, told Barry don't you worry. If I've got your permission, I'll see if we can get her an attitude adjustment. So I called up the hotel where she works and booked myself a room for a weekend two weeks off. Then me and Barry had us a talk. I said, "Barry, I got a plan." Barry's Latin Bride Ch. 02 Rick, age 22, the hotel bellman Alex, age 24, the hotel valet Hector, age 29, Conchita's co-worker at the front desk Hector: We knew Barry from the Christmas party. He seemed like a cool dude. Alex: Yeah, but hey, when he showed up at the Sundown Club, that's where we hang afterhours; it's just a block from the hotel, we figured he was out with Conchita. Rick: Imagine our surprise. We there, like, "Hey, so where's Conchita?" He's all low key, "Oh, she ain't coming, but I want to introduce you to Gordon, my next door neighbor." Hector: So, we're pulling curls with our beers and after we've had a few this Gordon starts going off about what a "hot cunt," hey, that's his words, "hot cunt" Conchita is. Alex: We're raising eyebrows. I even said, "Whoa, Barry, he's dissing your woman." Rick: Barry was like, cold about it. "Fuck her, ha ha ha ... you want to fuck my wife." Hector: We looked at each other. (Ohhhh-kay, what is going on here). You know? I mean it's strange, you gotta admit. Alex: This Gordon guy, he starts laying out for us, explaining how Barry and him were buddies and Barry wanted into the swing thing, but how Conchita was this fucked up cold fish that needed to be brought around. I was like, "Brought around? What the fuck are you two into?" Hector: It's like he said, Gordon was laying it out like a car salesman. "You studs, you gotta admit she's the bomb. I mean, you've seen her bod. Admit it, if you could fuck her, you would. Ha ha haaaaaa. You would!" Rick: They wanted us in. They wanted our help. The whole deal was everybody tag-teamed, everybody worked on her, everybody talked the talk, made her feel our eyes on her, made her know that we were horny for her. Alex: Who could resist. Here is her husband. Her husband! And he and the woman's neighbor are giving us their blessing to hit on this fine fox. Hector: It just changed our attitudes. I mean, right off we're looking at her different, thinking this is a marked woman. Her days of being a tight bitch are coming to an end. I hit on her first. I started telling her how much enjoyment I got "just watching the fine, smooth curve of your sweet, hot ass, mamacita." Barry: She'd come home tense. I knew what was going on, but she wouldn't talk about it. I guess it was into the second week of them talking dirty to her and touching her, she broke down. She told me what was happening and I acted upset. But my kindness turned into petting, and that turned into heavy kissing, and that led to fucking, and while we fucked I interrogated her about what they said and did, every nasty phrase, every inappropriate hand stroke and bump, and that led to her orgasm. Alex: Hector got the bright idea to bring Rosie, one of the housemaids - son, she is the epitomy of ho, ho HO! - into the supply room. Hector: I sent Conchita on an errand to the supply room to pick up a stack of new billing statements. Alex and Rick are in there with Rosie on her knees sucking both of them off! Oh, that was sweet! She came back so red-faced. She was steaming. Conchita: I am in this circus of filthy dogs! I don't know what is it happening, but I am telling my Barry. Oh! He act like this it's normal. This, it's no normal. I say, "No, honey. You are no a man if are just sit there and do no-thing. You are my husband and you no upset? What good are you. Okay, okay. Is disturb me in other way. I am have feelings that I am no comfortable with having. Imagine it this. I am seeing Rosie sucking the penises! I have never see that never and there it is, this little piglet girl, this puta. What is she think of? She is marry woman, she have son, she is in her place of work. My place of work. Que puta! (what a whore!). Barry, such a pig this man I marry. He is in bed all fascinato, asking me over and OVER, "So, you saw her suck them, you saw it, you think you could do for me same." And he is touching me, rubbing it his hand on my behind, being stubborn pest. He telling me, "Baby, come on, suck mine." That man! Him and his needy little weenie! Barry: This goes on for four weeks. Conchita is getting upset with me because I ain't confronting her co-workers. I said, "baby, if you got a problem like that you need to go to management. She figured management wouldn't be any help. Which she was right. We bribed the G.M. off with free sex with Sylkie. Heh, heh, heh. My wife's a schizo. She'd complain and bitch about how they were doing her wrong, but she got hotter and hotter in bed. We knew what was up. They were getting her tense, sexually speaking. And she was taking it out on poor, poor me. Conchita: What can I do? EH? I need my sleep. Every night, my Barry is touching, begging. Carai! So I am let him get on the top of me, he is doing his little movimientos, pushing. Sigh. Okay, now is feeling okay. Then better but I no like he always tell me put it in my mouth. Like I am puta. No, no, I say. But he is stubborn and he give me headache always begging. So I look close to his penis and I give it kiss. I am hold it, pull it. I feeling silly. But he like, so I put it his penis to my lips and maybe a little sucking. But hey, I tell him only I do this because I love you baby. Only for that, so you be grateful and dont be begging for all the time. Gordon: The fourth weekend after Conchita's 'programming' began, I checked myself and Sylkie into the hotel for a weekend of bang-bang. We made it very obvious to Conchita that our room was orgy central. Alex: Heh. Yee-ah-ah! We all, like, just TOLD her, we're going to bang Gordon's woman. We'd talk about it in front of her after we came out, laughing, sharing our experiences. Rosie hung out up front. She was drunk. Hector: "Your mission, should you decide to accept," I says to Rosie, "is to keep Conchita company, tell her how much fun it is, impress upon her how silly she is to be so uptight faux virgin about it." Barry: Rome didn't fall in a day. Ain't that right boys. Yeah, she was freaking out. But holding out. But when she got home, she was starting to get slutty. She was letting me try new things. She was sucking cock and doing it eagerly. She was letting me fuck her in the ass. She was letting me talk dirty to her while I fucked her ass. Sylkie: That hotel thing, with me and Gordon and the boys. We made it a tradition. You know that Rosie is a sweet, sweet little Mexican honey. She gots a boy, he nine years old, and a husband. But she like to stray, little stray dog bitch with a cock-licking tongue. Mmm-Mmm! You get a warm stiff cock in her mouth and she wagging her tell like a eager little puppy on its mama's teet -- oooooo, she so happy! I'd be friendly with Conchita when I was at the hote, like always. But she was nervous. You could just tell. She was trying to be nice to me but she wouldn't come in the room, much as we'd invited her. Oh, but she was different back in the neighborhood. She was leaning on the back fence, talking girl talk to me about how she was having it good in bed with my boy Barry. I'd tell her she needed to try my man Gordon, that I thought he'd put Barry to shame. (I didn't tell her I knew that for a fact, cuz I had been bumpin'-n-grindin' with both of them; Barry's thing is almost more about jacking off while he watch somebody else go at it). She was act all shock at first. But then it was, "Oh, I couldn't." Then it was, "Barry wouldn't approve. He'd kill me if he found out. Oh, I love my Barry, I wouldn' wanna hurt him." (All that bullshit a woman says when she wants to but she feel like she need to make any excuse to hide from her own lusting self). So I said: "But you would, if you was sure Barry wouldn't know about it? Right?" She'd just smile. That's when I knew it was time to push it, push her, shove her around. I told my Gordon, "This girl is ripe. You can take her." Conchita: Sylkie is no so bad a person. She has a sickness. She is always talk of the sex. I am more understanding of this woman. She have been exploit by me, she have been - how you say? - brainwash, transformada. She have the sexual addiction. I have read of this. It is a disease, you know? Ay-eee! These men that I must work with. They are dogs. They are "mujeriegas sinverguenzas" (womanizers with no shame). I thank god I have my Barry. Well, you see, a woman she must have husband to find release from the tensions of this sick world. The sex is better with my Barry than before. I have no concept of how satisfying it is the blowjob! I am find my day awaiting with anticipation for that. Oh, is feels to good to suck the penis. I am feel my body alive and my cuevita (little cave) is get so moist when I am make the sucking love to my husband. But I am having feelings for Gordon. Is worry-some to me. I can no more take his eye. Ese ojo de bestia (that eye of the beast). My skin, it make my little hairs standing up. Sylkie, she tell me I can lie down with him and she is no mind. I don't understand. What kind of woman would say this? Ah! It is her sickness. Her sexual illness is make of her no think right. She does no think right. But the Gordon - I fear him. My body is betray me. I struggle. I cling to my Barry so much in the night. I need him to make passionate love to me to erase these thoughts! Barry: So, I turned off the tender loving kindness. Put my Conchita in deep freeze. I'd push her away, tell her I wasn't interested. Even said, "I'm bored with you. You're a lousy lay, bitch." Left her without sex for six weeks, all the while I was getting it on with Sylkie or Rosie behind Conchita's back. Hector: Conchita started getting real irritable. You could tell she was tense, frustrated, sometimes she even looked heartbroken.. She'd snap at me one minute then be sweet as honey the next. I was beginning to think she wanted me. I figured, finally, what the hell. I'm at the counter one night, standing next to her. She's checking in a couple of businessmen types and my hand under the counter cups her ass. She tries to ignore it. She running their credit card, coding the key, giving them directions to their room. All the while, my hand is digging into the crack of her ass. When they walked away, I figured she'd push me back and slap me but she didn't. She leaned over the counter and spread her legs a little wider! I was like, "Oh man, oh man, oh man! This is fucking it!" I curved my hand under, stroking the fabric at the slit of her hot vulva. Little hot Conchita, she was loving it. So I stepped up behind her and moved my hands around to her front, my hardon grinding up against her ass crack. I slipped a hand down inside the waist of her uniform pants and felt her elastic panty band and slid my fingers down between her panty and her skin and in another second I was frigging fingering her clit and whispering in her ear, "Let's go in the back office." She says, "We can't. We're the only ones here." We had four hot minutes there, standing together like that, with my fingers getting soaked in her horny pussy. Then a taxi pulled up and four businessmen came into the lobby. We got them checked in, all the while sneaking nervous peaks at each other. She wanted it bad. I stepped into the back office and waited, confident, thinking, she'll come in. She did. She was nervous, hands shaking. She pressed her back against the wall, opposite the closed-circuit TV monitor so she could see the lobby. She wouldn't look at me. I walked up to her and pressed myself against her. I kissed her neck and cupped her ass and made slow, grinding, fucking motions with my hips against her hips. She whimpered. I undid her pants, the button snapped, the zipper slid, the denim fell and her fine chocolate brown hips were revealed to me for the first time. She bit her lip. I dug my finger into the vertical, curving lips of her fuck valley, rubbing a hole into the yellow cotton fabric. She whispered in a tight voice, "There's someone coming to the counter." I said, "Stay here. Don't move." I stepped out, trying to hide my bulge by pulling my shirt out (against regulation), and hurriedly checked in a married couple and their daughter. I was panicky, thinking that while I was there Conchita would come to her senses, she'd compose herself and the moment would be lost. She didn't move. She was in the same position, her pants in a rumpled heap around her ankles, her back pressed against the wall, her purple uniform shirt still on but her panty the only thing protecting her below the waist. She was crying. I feined sympathy. "What the matter Conchita?" I kissed away her tears. I unzipped my pants. I pulled down her panty as I slowly squatted in front of her. I kissed her trim bush and licked her slit. I found her sweet button and chewed on it. She heaved a deep breath and moaned. I stood up and grabbed her ass. I said, "Wrap your legs around mine." She obeyed. One leg. Then the other. I hoisted her wait higher, pressed her against the wall and told her to reach down and, "Put my cock inside your pussy, Conchita." Her hand groped, slapped against my thigh. She felt around and her fingers brushed the side of my cock. She twisted her wrist, gripped it at last, and guided my cockhead to her wet, expectant, slut-slit. I speared her! I nailed her! I fucking Barry's wife. I was the first. And it was all the more delicious knowing I beat Gordon to her, and knowing that we were winning, that she was going to end up fucking all of us! I fucked her, slamming her back against the wall, listening to her moans and whimpers, feeling her humping back at me. Oh, man! It was sweet. I pinned her to the wall and felt her bare ass slap on the wallpaper, felt my hard, hot piston-action cock hammering into her wet, cock-gripping cunt. I stuffed that little latin turkey good. She got me so hot. I fucking shot my seed into her with a bang, bang, bang, bang ... BANG! When I was done cumming inside her, I slid her off me and she stood in front of me hanging her head. It was so obvious she was ashamed of what she'd done. Conchita: I had a terrible moment of weakness. But I was in pain. My Barry, he no love me no more. I see in him a change. He is reject me and it was so painful. I have needs, too. I am a human being and he tell me I am a stupid lover, that I can no make him satisfy. I say, "What can I do? I will learn. I will do anything! Please, Barry. I need you so much." I should no have let Hector take me. I don't know why I let him. It was for me a great shame and at the same a great release. I was feel sad to let him fuck me but good to feel his machismo, how he persist and take me and make me feel again the passion that is a natural passion and one I have learn I am needing. I am no sick like Sylkie, but I am just human still. Alex: We were all pissed at Hector for getting to her first. But at the same time, it was very encouraging. We had been working this bitch round the clock for months now. I was like, "Yes! Finally!" Of course, we all let her know that we knew she let Hector fuck her. She was pissed at him for days for spreading that around. Barry's Latin Bride Ch. 03 Gordon: Five days after Hector fucked her, I got a phone call at the house. It was Conchita. She sounded nervous. Her voice was cracking, but what I could make out was she wanted me to come over to help her move the refrigerator. Lame excuses, I'm thinking, but if that's what it takes for her to get her courage up, fine. I get to the front door and she's in a knee-length bathrobe behind the screen door. I walked in and just helped myself to her. I grabbed her around the waist and planted a kiss on her lips. She was stunned for a moment. She went stiff and pushed at me to free herself, but I didn't let go. I knew she'd give. And she did. My tongue kept probing at her lips and she opened her mouth and let me in; we were tongue wrestling as my hands groped her smooth ass. My hands had her robe off in about ten seconds. She was completely naked underneath. She kissed ravenously. She was hungry for it. All that pent-up pain, the constant rejection and home and temptation outside had finally cracked her. She was a roaring fire. I knew I could do anything I wanted with her. My hands were all over her smooth hot babe curves, feeling the small of her back, the firm roundness of her ass, her hair against my neck. I told her to get on her knees and undo my pants. She obeyed. She got on her knees. She undid my pants. She yanked them down. She gasped. My eleven inch cock was dangling there, semi-hard, inches from her surprised gorgeous face. She'd never held anything this large, never seen anything so magnificent, never sucked a full grown python, never been fucked with a monster cock. I said, "Conchita baby, after you've been opened up by this king cobra, you're gonna be just as slutty as my Sylkie." Conchita: I was - how you say? - entrance, in the trance. I hold it. I cradle this great culebra (rattlesnake), like a special pet. I kiss Gordon's magnificent treasure. I try to suck it. It was incredible. I was absorbed completely in the act of adultery. I was feeling my heart exploding. I was ashame to be so weak to call him, but when I was hold this cock of a donkey in my hand I have cast away my regret and tell myself, "Too bad for you, my Barry. I don't need your poor little cock. I have here a much better cock." I felt an adoration for this huge penis. And I cast away my shame and suck Gordon's cock with no more of inhibitions. He is calling me his whore and I am feeling my ears burn with shame and with lust. It is a terrible fire to feel! Then he pushes me back and I fall to the floor surprised. He tells me, "Get up, slut. Go to your bed. I am going to fuck you in your husband's bed now." I pick myself up, and I say, "Yesssssss!" I feel an anger in me. I feel I have a justification. I WANT to betray my husband. I WANT to let another man open my legs and put his manhood inside of me in my husband's bed! I WANT to lie with my husband tonight, knowing in my mind that I have make a fool of him. There I threw myself on my bed. I am on my back, my feet planted wide, my pussy completely exposed. I say, "I am yours. You can fuck me!" Oh my god, it was incredible! Gordon is "immense-oh!" It was no easy for him to put his huge cock into me. It was no easy for me. I felt the stretch. I felt the pain of him poking inside of me to deep, touching so much of my insides. It was a painful fuck. But it was also so much pressure that I have five orgasm. I have almost never even have one. Sometime two, never more. My belly is was ache with pain. I beg him to stop. I beg him to not stop. I scream obscenities. He pull, he stretch, he pinch, he scratch, he bite, he curse, he make me swear I am his puta, he make in me every muscle tense, every inside of me shaking like earthquake. He is the awakener of all things to me. I feel shame, lust, hurt, fear, anger, freedom, bondage, betrayal, revenge, more lust, hungry insatiable, sexual greed, orgasm, devotion ... all these things at once and then in waves, all these feelings from my soul and body fusing to him, to this Gordon. He pull on my hair, and tell me to push. He slam like a crashing bus into my pubic bone. He tell me to 'breath, slut.' I gasp with pain. He growls like big dog. I feel I am his perra (bitch). I am exhausted. I say finally, "No more." Truly, I can take no more. Still, he moves in me. I am a wave on the sea, at the mercy of this hurricane. This demonic torment-ah! Then his immense snake is evacuate me, leave me feel like I am excavated, I am left a big open, empty cave. I look as he is crawling over me, his cock in hand and he is masturbating. He calls me, "Conchita, my sweet and newest whore!" And I am surprise to see his semen eject. I splatters so hot and hard on my forehead, then on my left cheek. "Open your mouth, slut!" I open and I receive his semen into my mouth. His semen on my lips and front teeth and tongue. Then it is that I understand Sylkie's sickness. I see clearly, "This man will give me the sickness. I think I have it already." He tell it to me these words: "I have in my life made of eleven very nice girls into whores. They are all learn and now you will learn that there are some things you cannot do and still go on living a decent, respectable life. One of those things you cannot do is throw yourself at a man like me. And you, a married woman. I love to steal a man's woman. You will be the 12th whore." He stands over me stroking my hair when he say this, rubbing his sticky warm great cock against my cheek when he say this. I feel my body tremble when he say these things. I feel my fear in my throat. I feel the truth of his words in my heart. The night come. I clean myself. I go slow to the bed at night to lie down with my Barry. I want him to show me an affection. I beg him to hold me. He turn his back to me. I cry and he hears me cry. How can he not show me even sympathy? I gets up and go sleep on the sofa. I lie alone and hurt, with the memory of Gordon's great cock, feeling it is not in me and yet feeling the soreness of its passing through me still. I feel a great emptiness of my spirit and body. ------------------------------------ Barry: I had the room rigged, the video tape rolling. Gordon and me and Sylkie watched it the next night at his place. Hector was there, too. Sylkie leisurely sucked my cock while Gordon and Hector ranted on about what a fine slut my wife was turning into, what a finer slut she was going to become in the weeks ahead. It was incredible. The knowledge of the success of our conspiracy and its evidence on tape was too much. My lust was overwhelming. My body shuddered like its was being shook by an earthquake; that's how enraged my demons were. shot a nut-crunching load of cum down Sylkie's throat when I saw Gordon cream my wife's face. But I had a suspicion in the back of my mind that Gordon was going to take this much farther than I intended. Although, I must admit, I wasn't at all clear in my mind how far I intended this to go, or to what extremes I was willing to go to leave me wife at his mercy. ----------------------------------- Sylkie: Conchita hid from me for three days. So I went over and knocked on her door. She was slow answering. Her hair was tangled, her eyes had circles. She wasn't sleepin' good. I got her to let me in and we went to the kitchen and I made coffee. We sat there at the table in silence. It was tense and I needed to get things straight. "Listen, bitch. I know you tempted my husband. You lured him over here and threw yo-self on him. I know he fucked you." She blushed red. She bit her upper lip and just barely nodded her head yes. "But that's alright. Cuz a man like that, I know what he can do to a woman, you see, girl? I know you weren't counting on losing your head the way you did. And I share in on this, cuz I know he been wanting to fuck your ass for a long time." Then she blurts out, "I think I am feel love for him." And she's sobbing on her syllables. "I ... I am sorry Sylkie. I can no stop thinking of him. My feelings they are too strong. I am scare I can no control them." "Hey sister! It's okay. Everything gonna be okay." And I'm putting a soothin' hand on her shoulder and then I was just tryin' to comfort her. We talked girl talk for a couple hours, then she headed on in to work. She seemed fine when she left. -------------------------- Rick: A couple days later, we're at work. One of the customers was asking me where he could get some pussy. I told him one of our maids, Rosie, was a whore and a damn good cocksucker. I said the front desk clerk was a slut, too and might be talked into joining. So then Rosie goes up to Conchita and says she's going to suck off one of the hotel customers in his room for $50. "He says I'll get $100 if I bring you in on it. You'll get $100, too. Come on, girl!" Conchita was turning Rosie down, but Rosie wanted that extra $50 and she was getting pissed. Conchita was being stubborn, so Rosie pulled out her trump card. "You fuck this up for me bitch, and I will tell your husband you are fucking with Hector and Gordon! I will tell him his sweet, pure wifey is a whore!" Conchita was stunned. Her face went blush red and she clenched her teeth. She said in a shaky voice that he wouldn't believe her. That's when Rosie went to her purse and pulled out the photographs ... of Hector ... fucking Conchita ... in the backroom. They were grainy because they had been lifted from a security camera tape that we - heh, heh - had turned around to capture her "moment of weakness." as she calls it. I came up behind her, reached around and started rubbing her belly. "Oh, Conchita! Aren't those your naked legs hanging up in the air? And look at this! I do believe that's Hector's dick hiding in your hot cunt. Conchita! You hot little mamasita!" She tore away from me and trotted to the women's restroom. She locked herself in a stall and sobbed, but Rosie followed her and stood outside the stall, insisting, keeping the pressure on. Conchita: I go with Rosie, this evil little puta! I go with her to the room of Mr. Herringbone. He is a fat man who is do something selling lands. He is throwing the money at us. I put a $100 dollar bill in my pants pocket. He offer to me a drink. I needed it! I drink straight one shot of tequila, then another. I am undress while I watch Rosie sucking on him. He then is wave his hand for me to join with her. I kneel there with only my pants on, but he is say he want see me naked. I feel a nervousness. I don't want get caught, then I will lose my job and Barry will find out anyway that I have commit this act of prostitution. I pull down my pants and panties. I kneel again and am to other side from Rosie and she hold his cock, her mouth wet now, spit on her chin. She pushes this man cock at me: "Suck it, bitch." She hold his cock and I bent over and put my mouth down there. My lips they are close down and I feel a repulse to this moment. But what I can do? I suck him. I suck on his fat little bald man's head. Rosie then is moving around. She get under me and is put her hands to massage my thighs and then to massage my clitoris. I suck Mr. Herringbone now with a little bit interest. I feel Rosie face is moving up, her cheeks rubbing my thighs. Then, oh, her lips and tongue is cleaning my, she is in ... I feel a tenderness of her fleshy tongue on my fleshy vulva, is sweeping into ... oh, I suck hard. I suck the "customer." I suck and think, "I can let it feel good. Is okay. I can let it feel good." Rosie: That dumb ass Conchita. All that worrying she does. I don't care what she says, she came out of that room happy. She exploded. I got her orgasm bottle to burst on my face. It fucking popped. And she sucked Mr. Herringbone dry, swallowed his cum like a pro. She was smiling the rest of her shift. She even told me, "I can't believe we no get caught. It was too easy." "I told you, girl. I told you this a great opportunity. You got to seize the moment, sister!" Conchita: The $100 dollar that Mr. Herringbone give to me, I kept this in my purse. I would pull it out when in quiet moments and look at it. I did no want to spend it because I feel funny for the way I get it. Then is come the Saturday and Gordon and Sylkie, like is their tradition, get a room. They call me there to deliver extra towels and this time I go in. Sylkie leave me alone with Gordon. We talking of me, how I am. I say fine. How is Barry? I say I don't know. He ask am I depress? I say sometimes. He say Barry is no worthy of me, he no love me, he no protect me, he no try to satisfy me. I say I have been thinking this it is true. Then he ask me to show him the money. I am surprised! I say, "How you know?" He say, "Rosie told me." I feel shame. I go get my purse and come back and pull it out the money. He put it in a plastic bag and roll it up and unzip my pants and pull to side, jerking at my panties. He stuff the baggie with the $100 bill in my pussy and say, "I told you I will make of you a whore! Did I not?" I feel the shock as his hands massaging my ass. "You plan all this? You plot all this things to ... to .... you!" Gordon embrace me, and I try to free myself. I feel his erection, it is throb-throb-throb on my belly. He have way to make me surrender. He kiss on my neck and hold tight my buttocks. I feel my lust again, always there close to me, now stronger, hotter. I feel myself trapped, my freedom slipping away, my life I am surrendering to this man, and he is very bad man. I am at mercy of very bad man. He undress me completely. He bend me over the bed, my legs reaching the floor, and he is start to pushing it his big cock against my anus. Oh my god! I beg him, "No, Gordon. No, no no noooooo!" I feel a finger press very hard on my anus. It is prying, scratching. I beg him, "Please, papi. Don't, don't. Oh god, please don't!" The finger makes circles inside the anus. The sphincter is feel a relaxing. I moan. There is the sensation of the fat warm flesh of his spit-wet cockhead, pressing into the relaxed sphincter. I take deep breath, pretend I am with doctor and he is about to inject me, probe me. There will be tests. The injection, it stretches me. It pumps into me too slowly. There is some pain. I try controlling my breath. The injection is become a short, thrusting stroking of the mighty treasure of a charismatic and very sexual man who use it his power over women for evil. I am being fucked. I am being abused. I am becoming now this very bad man's whore! I have the sickness. I want what he is doing to me. And I am crying because I want it. I am crying because I have lost the control of my actions. I feel compelled by a great force. I feel obsession. I feel my willpower has come under the greater will of a force of nature I cannot escape. Hector: Sylkie went to get us. We - me, Rick and Alex - each had a beer and smoked a joint in the general manager's office (he doesn't come in on the weekends). Then we headed back to the room and were we ecstatic! I positioned myself in front of Conchita and Gordon made her suck my cock while he plowed into her with his battering ram. The whole fucking time I was basting my sausage down her gullet, she was groaning with pain. Gordon had no mercy on her asshole! "That's it, bitch. Suck my pole, Conchita. How do you like having more cock than you can handle, huh, slut? Mmmm. You're learning. Getting yourself a real good attitude adjustment, aren't you, whore? Cock breath. I want to see my cum gushing out of your thick, meaty, bloodred, made for dicksucking Mexican lips, slut mama." She sucked me erratically. The asshole stabs kept breaking her concentration. She'd whince and heave in air, then clamp her slutty lips down and suck my dick some more. When I felt my butternut boiling up, I grabbed her hair and commenced to face-fuck ramming cock until my pubic bone was splitting her lip. I let go two shots of cum deep into her mouth, then pulled back and started hand-jacking jizz all over her fucking whore face! Oh, that was suh-weeeeeeeet! Rick: Me and Alex were standing by the bed, stroking our cocks. Sylkie was sitting in a chair rubbing her clit. We were cheering Hector and Gordon and telling Conchita to "take it." When Hector shot his wad, I just groaned, "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, damn!" I pushed him back when he was done and set my pipe in front of Conchita and told her, "My turn, slut. About time you sucked my pipe!" She went right to it. She grabbed that shaft and stroked it and licked under the head, then started sucking, sucking, sucking, SUCK-EENG! I was reshaping her suck face for about two minutes when Gordon suddenly slapped her ass with a loud SMACK! and she bit into me. "Ow, bitch. Fuck, Gordon, give a guy a warn .... " Hell, he dug his nails into her hip bone, sinking nails deep into dimpled brown whore flesh, and he slammed his cock deep up her colon to release his semen. His eyes were shut tight. He was straining, forehead veins bulging, letting his long, fat whoremaker makes its gooey, white deposit inside her soiled cavity. Conchita's hands were in fists, crunching blanket in her palms. She was moaning loud. Gordon released her, pulled back and Alex stepped up to her ass to have a look. "Oh shit, Rick, you have GOT to see this!" I walked around to have a look. "Damn!" Her asshole was stretched out of shape so wide that Alex could put three fingers in there without touching the sides. It was fucked-up, nasty bizarro shit! Conchita: When Alex, he rolled me on my back on the bed and start to fucking my pussy, when he do this, I was in another place of mind. I was like delirious. Rick then again was putting his cock where it close to my lips. I let myself feel anything. I let it all in and all out and was happy. I was more than happy! I was insane. Una puta loca (a crazy whore). Sylkie got a jar of vapor rub jell and began rubbing this on the skin all over my breasts and belly, then on my calves and feet. I felt its warmth so pleasant, and this with the sex of lusting men taking my mouth and vagina, using me like I am a perra cochina (nasty bitch). It was everything that my Catholic upbringing warned me for so much time to avoid. To run away from sin. Run away and hide from sin? No. I would run to it. I would surrender myself to it. So much temptation! How can I explain? You see, to have sex with four men at one time in this way, it is so powerful an experience! It is like drug addictions. You progress from coffee to cigarettes to beer to marijuana to cocaine. Barry was not like Gordon. Marital sex was not like adulterous sex. Adulterous sex was not like prostitution sex. Sex with one man was not like sex with two men. Sex with two men was not like sex with four. Every time, it was stronger, more intense, more exciting, more scary for me. Sexual abandon is by far the stronger addiction than drugs! It was an easy thing for me to obey when Gordon ordered me to leave Barry. He showed me the videotape that my husband took of me having sex with Gordon the first time. He explained all the story of my husband's betrayal. He told me to leave Barry. Of course I would! The son of a bitch! I quit my job and I work in bars, visiting with lonely men, with horny men. I take them to the hotels nearby and I let them FUCK ME! ... For MONEY. They fuck my pussy. They have me suck on their dicks. And I like it! And once a week Gordon arranges parties, orgies. I meet with his other whores and we sin. We fornicate. We slobber on cocks like horny pigs and we cover ourselves in cum. And when I am really lucky, Gordon gets close, and he puts himself between my legs, and he reminds me who it is that gave me the sickness of mind and soul, the sickness that makes a whore love being a whore.