0 comments/ 141542 views/ 40 favorites Tanya Takes It Up The Ass By: DrMick I didn't mind Walter Nevins at first. The first day he came into my office and threw a shit load of money at me to follow his sexy little wife around, well no, I didn't mind him at all. But now he was really starting to burn my ass. I mean, if you're going to have your wife followed, don't you already have a pretty good idea that she's fucking around behind your back? Are you going to be that surprised when I show you the photographs that actually prove it? Well, then again, I guess I couldn't blame Nevins, the poor old bastard. His hot little wife was into some kinky shit. I guess it was a side of her he'd never seen -- nor experienced -- for himself before. "Tanya, my wife," Nevins whines from across the desk in my office, "has become more aloof toward me than ever." I nod my head, reaching for a stack of photographs in my right-hand drawer. "Last night," he continues, "I came home from a long day at work and she's sitting in the kitchen, vaguely flipping through a magazine. But she isn't really READING anything! She's just absently looking at the pictures. She doesn't even say 'Hello' to me!" "Mr. Nevins," I say, "I have something you should see." But it's as if he doesn't even hear me. "I mean day after day," he rambles, "I work myself to the point of exhaustion while she spends her days flipping through elite women's magazines. Or going to the gym to workout just enough to keep her attractive figure. Then it's off to the martini bar for lunch and cocktails with her girlfriends. Then perhaps to the salon for a manicure/pedicure. Or the spa for a massage. And me?! I'm working myself to the bone all day to provide her with our beautiful home, her designer clothing, her Mercedes!" "Please, Mr. Nevins," I say, holding up my hand in hopes to stop his babbling, "you really need to see these photographs I've taken." "I KNEW I shouldn't have married a woman so much younger than me!" he continues with his rant, ignoring me. "I KNEW she'd turn out to be one of these 'high-maintenance' women! But then again, how can you blame me? I mean, you've seen her...she's utterly gorgeous. Oh and real wildcat in bed too, just between the two of us. But then again, it's been AGES since she's let me touch her." "I think I have the explanation for that right here," I say. I hand him the heavy stack of glossy black-and-white pictures I've recently taken of Mrs. Nevins covertly. She isn't wearing clothes in about 95% of them. And neither are the men in the photos. And there are lots of different men. In some of the snap-shots, Mrs. Nevins and these men are kissing deeply, passionately. But in most of them, she is either deep-throating their cocks with tiny tears streaming out the corners of her eyes, indicating how far down her throat their pricks are reaching. Or she's being bent over a desk, getting fucked doggie-style. Or she's getting her pussy eaten in the backseat of a luxury SUV. Or she's tied up and having candle wax dripped onto her naked body. Or she's having a humungous butt-plug forced up her asshole. The sexual energy that radiates off of these black-and-white still-shots hits you hard in the face. Like someone's long deep hot breath seeping into your pores. As Mr. Nevins flips through the stack, tears are welling up in his eyes. His hands are shaking. I'm expecting him to excuse himself from my office any second now. He strikes me as the type that won't be able to make it back to his car before he begins vomiting in the parking lot. But why then does he just keep flipping through the photos? Tears are now meandering down his cheeks, but at the same time he just can't bear to look away from each and every picture. He analyzes each one for 30 seconds or more before flipping to the next one. And suddenly a voice inside my head tells me the answer... It's because he LOVES this shit. He doesn't want to show it, but he loves seeing his wife like this...cheating on him...doing the most depraved acts possible...with other men. "Mr. Nevins," I say assertively. "You have more than enough evidence here to make a legitimate case for divorce." "Divorce?!" Nevins perks up angrily. "Why, I could never even fathom it!" "Mr. Nevins," I say, staring him straight in the eye, "I apologize, but most men who hire me to trail their wives do so with the intent that if I photograph their spouse in such...uncompromising positions...such as these photos reveal...well, then they have all the incriminating evidence they need to know..." "To know what?!" Nevins whines. "Well, that their wife is nothing more than a common slut, quite frankly." "Divorce..." Nevins ponders, looking up at the ceiling for a moment, shaking his head no. Then he resumes flipping through the photos, scrutinizing each one. "I can't," he sighs. "I just...can't divorce her. I guess I...love her too much." What an idiot, I think to myself. "Mr. Martin," Nevins says, unable to tear himself away from the photos, "I want you to know that I will still be requiring your services. Just keep...following her. And...keep taking pictures. I need to know what she's doing...at all times...whenever she's not with me." Jackpot. "That type of surveillance will be very costly, Mr. Nevins. I do have other clients that require my time, but if you're willing to pay for such a high level of service, it can be arranged. Of course I will have to get my partner, Douglas Johnson, involved with the task of trailing Mrs. Nevins. So this may be quite an expensive venture for you...if you truly want to pursue it." "Money is no object!" he shouts, his red watery eyes still affixed on the photos. For some reason, something sinister stirs inside me. I realize my testicles are tingling with a sick sense of anticipation. But anticipation of what, I do not know. At least not yet. ******* My partner, Johnson, and I are on another overnight stakeout, watching Nevins' wife, Tanya. It's our third overnight this week, and it's only Wednesday. It's like we've become obsessed. We've been slacking off on our other clients' cases just so we can devote the majority of our time to following and watching this conniving little nymphomaniac. Tonight she is with a guy who looks no more than 19 or 20 years old. Mrs. Nevins met him at the gym just two hours ago. Apparently he's her new personal trainer. And tonight, in his apartment, he is personally training her body in more ways than one. He's training her to take cock deep in all three of her holes. Johnson and I can see everything. The personal trainer has left all the lights on in his bedroom (...you wouldn't believe how many people deep down love exhibitionism). And through the window, Johnson and I can see practically every hair, every pore, every bead of sweat on their naked bodies. Binoculars have to be the best invention ever made available to the common man. "There she goes again," Johnson whispers, breaking the silence in our darkened car. "By the scrunched-up look on her face, I would say the kid just pulled his cock from her cunt and slid it up her ass." Johnson is right. On all fours, Tanya Nevins is gritting her teeth, her nostrils are flared, her pretty green eyes are crossing. Behind her, the personal trainer has his hands on her hips, pushing and pulling her onto his cock. I pan up with my binoculars until I reached his face, and then I see him mouth the words: "That's it, take my dick up your ass!" I pan down to watch Mrs. Nevins. She's in her early thirties, but still has the body of an 18-year-old. Her tits are pure perfection, thanks to the boob job Nevins paid for. I'm watching those big, heavy fun-bags swing back and forth as she gets fucked in the ass by a man she just met. Her flesh is coated in perspiration. Her stylish hairdo has gone erotically wild. I pan my binoculars to her face to get a close-up. Her expression makes it look like this is the best thing she's ever experienced in her entire life. And right then, I see something else that makes my cock go completely rigid. I see her mouth the words: "Spank my ass while you fuck it." Good Lord, I think to myself. "I have this intense desire to humiliate her," I suddenly hear myself saying aloud. It's quiet for a moment. "I have an intense desire to fuck the living shit out of her," Johnson says. "Perhaps," I say, staring through the lighted window watching Tanya Nevins enjoy that big fat dick deep in her ass, "both can be arranged." ******* The home of Mr. & Mrs. Walter Nevins has got to be the easiest house I've ever broken into. "I can't believe these rich idiots don't have a first-rate security alarm," whispers Johnson, as we stealthily creep through the kitchen and up the stairs toward the bedroom...which is where we know the couple is at this very moment. "I knew they wouldn't," I whisper back. "Nevins is spread so thin paying for every luxury under the sun to keep his slut-wife happy that he can't even afford a security system." I pass by a full-length mirror in the hallway and get a quick jolt from the reflection of Johnson and myself. We're both wearing ski masks so we can't be identified. We look very menacing in our all-black leather outfits. We look like we've come here to fuck some shit up. We come to the bedroom door and inside I can hear Nevins and his wife arguing. "I just want to know, Tanya, what do you DO all day?" Nevins grumbles. "Where do you go? Who do you see? Those are simple questions, no?" "Jesus Christ, Walter! There you go again -- trying to make me feel guilty because I'm not a workaholic like you!" This is the first time Johnson and I have heard Tanya's voice at such a close proximity. She even SOUNDS like a nympho. She's got that sexy rasp thing going on, like Demi Moore. "Tanya, honey," Nevins tries to reconcile, "just come to bed, sweetie. It's been a while you know...since we've...made love..." "Oh Walter, I'm just not in the mood for that. I'm exhausted!" "But Tanya, it's been months -- in fact almost an entire year now -- since we've been intimate." "Not tonight, Walter. I'm all sweaty and filthy from my workout and I need to get a hot shower and go to sleep." Johnson and I look at each other. We know she wasn't really exercising at the gym. No, she was "working out" at her personal trainer's apartment again. "Are you ready to teach this bitch a lesson?" Johnson growls. I answer him by kicking in the bedroom door. It practically flies off the hinges and Tanya Nevins, who is standing at the foot of the bed, lets out a quick scream. Walter, who is in bed with his head propped up on a pillow, jolts up as if a bomb has gone off. They barely have time to register that two tall, husky, masked men are coming toward them. With one hand I grab Tanya by the hair, while my other hand grabs one of her meaty tits. And just like that, I force her down onto the bed. Meanwhile, Johnson takes care of Nevins with a rough smack to the face, which completely stuns him. Then he duct-tapes his wrists to the headboard. "No!" Tanya screams at me as I hold her down. The fear in her eyes alone is such a turn-on. I've always wanted to spit in a beautiful woman's face for some strange reason. So I do it to Tanya Nevins right now. Some of my saliva hits her in the eye and she winces. She lifts her head and opens her mouth to scream again. So I spit on her slut-face once more. Some of it flies into her gaping mouth-hole and her head snaps back. She gags as she gulps down my saliva. I lean in close and hiss into her ear, "Scream again, bitch, and you'll be drinking my drool all night." Suddenly her body relaxes. I guess she knows she can't win. And I guess she knows why we're here. To fuck the holy shit out of her. She looks deep into my eyes and a sense of calm comes over her. She knows she's going to get her slutty little holes filled up again today. "You ever get raped, bitch?" Johnson laughs, walking toward her, unzipping his fly. Tanya remains silent. Her eyes are wide with a mixture of fright and sexual anticipation. She quickly shakes her head no. "Well, tonight's your lucky night then," Johnson says. "Please!" Nevins begs, tied up on the same bed where he's going to witness his wife get completely violated. "Please don't do this!" As I hold her down, Johnson roughly tears off Tanya's exercise pants so that she's naked from the waist down. The dirty slut isn't even wearing panties. The stink of her well-fucked cunt floats into the open air. "Mmmm, smell that, man?" Johnson moans, drinking in Tanya's musky scent. "This rich bitch's cunt smells like oysters. Mmm, I LOVE that strong slutty cunt-smell." "That stink means one thing, baby," Johnson laughs, staring down at his victim. "It means your pussy LOVES cock." "Yeah," I say in a raspy voice so that Nevins won't know it's me, "cunts only smell THAT strong when they've been gettin' pumped full of cocks. Lots of DIFFERENT cocks!" "You been fucking lots of cocks behind your husband's back, bitch?!" Johnson snarls, fiercely grabbing a handful of her hair. "N-n-no," she sputters, looking up at us like a deer caught in headlights. "Of course not!" I give her a quick, light smack to the face. Not too hard, but hard enough so she knows we're not fucking around. "Please...don't!" she cries. "Slut, I'm gonna ask you just one more time," Johnson says, pulling his rock-hard cock from his pants. "And you'd BETTER give us the right answer this time. Have you been fucking and sucking lots of other men behind your husband's back?" Tanya's eyes drift to those of her husband, who is staring right at her from the head of the bed. She remains silent. So I smack her face again, even harder this time. The smack stings enough that she immediately screams out, "Yes! I have! I've been fucking lots of cocks behind his back!" "Well, well, well," Johnson laughs, looking up at Walter Nevins. "What do you think of that, Mister? Your fucking slut-wife has been roaming around town fucking strange cocks." Nevins is still staring at his wife, completely enraged now. "I...I think...I think she's a fucking whore!" he screams. "Yeah, and what are you gonna do about it?" Johnson says. "If I wasn't tied up right now, I'd give her the fuck of her life and teach her that my cock is all she needs. I'd show her that she doesn't have to fuck other men to get off." "Well, nice try but we're not untying you, shit-head," Johnson snorts. "But, we may be able to help you out in another way...we could teach her a lesson FOR you." "Oh God," Tanya whimpers completely helpless. "Oh God, no." "Come on, Mister," Johnson urges. "This bitch wife of yours has been fucking and sucking other men's cocks behind your back! That's the ultimate insult to your manhood!" "Oh shit, look at him," I laugh. "You hit a nerve. Look at how mad he is." Tied to the headboard, Walter Nevins' face has gone beat-red. He's breathing forcefully through his gritted teeth. "Tanya," he growls, looking deep into his wife's fearful eyes, "you brought this upon yourself." "Noooo!!" she screams. "No, Walter honey, don't let them hurt me. PLEASE!" "Go ahead, boys..." Nevins says, granting us permission to do our worst, "...rape the shit out of her!" "No, Walter!! No, I'm SORRY!" she shrieks. But she doesn't scream for long. Because the next thing she knows is a 10-inch prick has been stuffed down her throat. That shuts her up. "Take my cock deep in that throat, Tanya," Johnson snickers, "and maybe I'll let you take a breath in a minute." While Johnson fucks her face, I rip the sweaty sports bra clean off her body. Her big tits jostle as they spring free. I take them in my hands and kneed them as if they were dough. I look up at Nevins. You would think a man witnessing his wife getting raped would look away. But no, not Nevins. No, he can't bear to miss a single moment of this. "You like watching you're wife get abused?" I ask him. "Yes," he snarls, staring at her as she deep-throats Johnson's big dick. "Teach her a lesson for me. Torture the bitch." Flat on her back, with her head hanging over the edge of the bed, Tanya Nevins is getting her throat gagged by Johnson's massive fuck-stick. She sounds like she's being strangled as thick, gloppy saliva pours from her mouth and oozes down all over her face. Johnson pulls his cock out of her mouth and she gasps for breath. "Oh dear God," she pants, "that's the biggest cock I've ever sucked in my life!" "Betcha can't wait till it's fucking your cunt," Johnson quips. "Please," Tanya begs, still not sure she wants this to happen to her, "please, no more. Please stop." "Stop?" I laugh. "We just got started, honey." "Look, sweetie," Johnson tries to reason with her, "you KNOW you've been a bad girl, so now it's time to pay for your sins." "That's right," I concur. "Now do a good job and show us what a dirty little whore you are...and MAYBE we'll let you live." "All you gotta do is show our cocks a good time," Johnson says. "And that shouldn't be hard for a slut like you...seeing how much you just LOVE dick." I quickly flip Tanya's little body over and tell her to get up on all fours. But she remains lying flat and completely still. Only one way to fix that. I notice a candle burning on the nightstand next to Walter. I smile at him, taking the candle into my hand. "Watch this..." I tell him, holding the flame right over his wife's naked back. Slowly, I tilt the candle and start to pour hot wax all over Tanya's shoulder blades. She lets out a blood-curdling scream as I move the candle down toward the small of her back, letting the wax drip everywhere. As the candle moves toward the flesh of her thick meaty ass, she starts to obey and gets up on all fours as I told her to. Her entire body is trembling as hot wax dribbles onto her quivering ass cheeks. "Now that's a good girl," I say, putting the candle back on the nightstand. Johnson starts slapping her in the face with his thick, wet schlong. "She's starting to learn who's boss tonight," he says, looking down into her eyes. "Arch your back," I tell the slut, and she obeys. I gaze at her submissive body, completely mesmerized. I'm truly in awe of Tanya's ass. It just seems to be begging for a nice brutal pounding. "Look at this shit," I say to Johnson. "It's gotta be the most beautiful ass I've ever seen in my life." "God-DAMN!" Johnson howls. "That's a perfect fucking rump-roast right there! We are gonna fuck the SHIT outta that!" Both of us are practically salivating all over that big, sexy butt. "Shake that ass, bitch! Make that meat dance for us!" I stare in wonder as Tanya complies. Those thick fleshy butt cheeks start flapping back and forth, then up and down...wiggling...jiggling. Pure fucking heaven. I start to spread the cheeks apart very slowly, savoring the moment, and a pungent stench emanates from her cunt...or her asshole...or both. All I know is these holes want to get filled up with some good hard cock. "Goddamn, you stink like a fucking whore," I scold her, smacking her right ass cheek. "Please!" she cringes. "I- I- I've just been working out at the gym and...I'm not fully clean back there." "Working out, my ass! You've been getting fucked tonight, haven't you?!" She doesn't answer me, so I give her right ass cheek another powerful slap. "N-n-no! I haven't gotten fucked tonight!" she lies. A hard smack lands right on her left ass cheek, leaving a red handprint and causing her to scream out: "Yes! Yes, you fucking bastard! I got fucked tonight! I've been fucked by three different men today!" "And you're gonna be fucked by two more right now!" Johnson barks and pushes his prick into her mouth for another deep throat-fucking. Tanya Takes It Up The Ass "How does it feel," I say, looking up at Nevins, "to know your wife will have fucked and sucked five dicks by sunset...and none of those dicks will have been yours?" Nevins is wide-eyed and breathing heavily. "I don't care..." he wheezes, watching her suck Johnson's cock deep down to the nut-sack. "Just please don't stop raping her." When I open up Tanya's big greasy ass cheeks all the way, I see there's hair there. All around the outer rim just as you pry the cheeks apart. The asshole hair is all slick with sweat and ass juice. Her asshole smells so musky, so nasty, so fuckable. That little pink hole blows sexy, invisible stink-bombs up to my nostrils. And I'm in heaven. Her wicked little brown-eye stares up at me and I could swear I see it wink, teasing me to play with it. But first I reach down and pluck a long oily black hair from the outer rim of her ass. "AhhhWWWWAIL!!" she screams with Johnson's cock in her throat. "Next time we come here to fuck you, you better have this goddamn hole shaved for us! You motherfucking dirty cunt!" I smack both of her ass cheeks at the same time, and she lets out another muffled scream. My cock is rock-hard. Gurgling noises are escaping from Tanya's windpipe as Johnson fucks it. He has two fistfuls of her sweaty hair which he's using to pump her head back and forth. I'm thoroughly enjoying watching Johnson abuse this slut with his cock. And now it's my turn to get MY dick wet. "Let's stop playing around," I say to Johnson. "This whore needs to get DP'd. Pick a hole." Johnson continues face-fucking Tanya as he replies. "You know I love to fuck ass, but her pussy looks so goddamn precious. I think I wanna tear that shit up first." "Fine by me." Johnson pulls his cock out of Tanya's mouth. "You ready to get fucked, baby?" "I- I- please- I- don't- know..." she stammers. Johnson lies down and pulls Tanya on top of him. Her nympho cunt instinctually grinds its way right down onto Johnson's bulging prick. I watch all her sloppy-wet pussy meat envelop his manhood, sucking him in all the way until he's balls-deep. "Oh yeah, she's ready to fuck," Johnson sighs with pleasure. "She's wetter than all hell." Tanya begins to whimper, unable to deny how good that massive cock feels inside her. "Listen to that," I say to Nevins, who is watching in utter amazement. "I think your wife is really starting to enjoy this." "You like my dick, baby?" Johnson says to Tanya as she starts to ride him up and down. "Oh, it's sooooo goooood," she murmurs. "Never had one this big before." "Tanya, you're nothing but a sick fucking twisted whore!" Nevins shouts at her. "Yes, Walter," she moans. "I am." "Don't worry, Walter," I tell him as I shed my pants, "we won't let the bitch get too comfortable. We'll make her cum a few times, and then we'll really start to get rough with her ass." A creepy, sinister smile spreads across Walter's face. The sick bastard. I climb onto the mattress and crouch down right behind Tanya's luscious ass. I drool into her crack and then rub the head of my cock all over it. I get an electric charge as my prick is finally touching the flesh of this nymphomaniac that I've been spying on for so long now. Slowly, my cock sinks into her hot steamy hole. "Oh!" Tanya yelps. "Oh dear Lord! That's a big cock too! Oh, but it's so...fucking...wonderful!" "Go on, slut, enjoy those dicks," Johnson groans. "Oh Jesus, it hurts so good," she whimpers. "Those giant cocks are tearing me apart...and I love it!" Johnson and I find a good rhythm, our cocks pounding in and out of this nasty slut's beautiful body. "Tanya," Walter growls in disgust, "you're nothing but a skank! A cock-pig! A despicable piece of trash!" "I don't care," she moans, letting her body be invaded by twenty combined inches of man meat. "I'm addicted to cock and I can't get enough..." "She's gonna cum," Johnson wheezes. "I can feel the walls of her pussy pulsating on my dick." "Oh yes!" Tanya shrieks. "Yeeeeeesssss! Your cocks are making me CUUUUMMMM!!" And we keep right on fucking her sweaty little body. And all she wants is more, more, more. Once she catches her breath, she's begging us to keep going. "Don't stop...please don't you dare stop...I'll cum all night if you want me to." "Cum again, slut!" Johnson yells at her. "Cum on my cock RIGHT NOW!" Instantly Tanya's slut-body starts to quake as another orgasm overtakes her. "Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck yeah!" she's squealing. "Yeah, you little rape-lover! You're enjoying yourself now, aren't ya?" "Oh Mother of God, I've never been fucked like this in my entire life. Two men fucking both my holes with gigantic cocks at the same time!" I look over at Walter, who has a look of pure repugnance on his face as Johnson and I violate his wife's body. "Tanya," I say, grabbing a handful of her sweat-soaked hair and lifting her head up, "open your mouth for me, sweetie." She does as she's told. "That's it, nice and wide. Now look at your husband for me. That's it. I want him to see that slut-look in your eyes. I want him to see what a true cock-addict he was dumb enough to marry. Good girl, now keep that mouth open." Nevins is so infuriated that sweat pours from his scarlet-red face. Two giant veins are pulsating in his forehead. "Hey, Walter, look at your wife's mouth. I wonder how many strangers' dicks have been inside there?" Walter actually starts to growl at the thought. "I wonder how many loads of cum this mouth has swallowed." With all his might, Walter is trying to tear his duct-taped wrists free. "Look at that open mouth, Walter. It's a fucking cum-dumpster." "Yeah," Johnson says, baiting him even further, "that open mouth sure makes a great target, doesn't it?" And suddenly Walter Nevins spits forth a huge glob of saliva at his wife's face. It splatters all over her. She whines and closes her mouth, but I yank her hair and order her to keep it open. "Again, Walter, spit on the bitch again. Right in her mouth this time." Walter blows a huge wad of spittle that flies with force right into his wife's mouth. She gags on it. "Swallow it down, bitch," I command her. "It's the least you can do after you cheated on the dumb bastard." "Walter!" Johnson shouts. "You keep spitting on the whore's face and we'll keep making her cum." Walter is more than happy to join in on his wife's humiliation. Spit starts flying, landing on Tanya's face over and over again. Johnson wraps his hands around her throat and starts to choke her. In seconds she's cumming all over our cocks like the masochistic whore that she is. She screams until she goes completely hoarse. I can feel her body growing a little weak. Too bad for her that we're nowhere near finished playing with her yet. I pull my cock from her shit-hole and decide to give Johnson a turn. "God, what a great ass! Man, you gotta feel how good that shit is." In seconds flat, he slithers out from underneath Tanya and positions himself right behind her juicy rump-roast. "We're done making your pussy cum," I tell Tanya. "It's all about punishing your ass now." "Good," she breathes. "I'm totally addicted to anal sex." Johnson's 10-inch johnson plunges into the slut's stink-hole effortlessly. Her face contorts in agony. "Bet you never had one that huge in there before," I laugh. "Come on, you little fuck toy," Johnson says, pounding into Tanya. "Show my dick how much your asshole loves to get fucked. Squeeze that hole tight while I rape it!" Goosebumps are popping up all over Tanya's skin. I lean down and look right into the whore's eyes as she enjoys that dirty dicking. "You know, slut, my buddy here, he likes to be called 'Daddy' when he fucks filthy bitches like you, so you better oblige him." "Oh Daddy!" she whines. "Fuck me up the butt, Daddy!" "Good girl," I commend her. "He just LOVES when dirty sluts talk all nasty to him." "Oh Daddy, I can feel it deep up my poop chute. That unbelievably big prick of yours. I like it so much more in my ass than in my pussy!" "That's a good little butt-slut," he spits, slapping her ass as he fucks it. "So you like to get your ass fucked, do you?" "YES! Stretch that hole! Stretch it open nice and wide! Make me your anal whore!" "You know, Tanya," I say looking into her eyes, "true anal whores love to suck dicks after they've been deep in their ass." "But I..." she suddenly protests. "I don't think that's...sanitary." "Too bad." "But I've never...done that before." "Tough shit." "Make her suck your dirty cock," Walter grumbles devilishly from the head of the bed. "You heard your husband, Tanya," I say, grabbing her by the back of her head and shoving my greasy fuck-stick into her mouth. Instantly she's swallowing my dirty prick whole, slobbering all over it. "That's it, you filthy cunt...suck the stink off my cock!" I watch her inhale my meat, slurping and swallowing her tangy asshole juice right off of it. All the while, Johnson's cock continues to plumb the depths of her shitter. "Look up at me when you're cleaning my cock, slut." She does as she's told. Her eyes are glassy with tears. "Does it taste good, bitch? Does that ass-flavored cock taste good?" With my cock still deep down her throat, she looks at me and nods her head yes. I wonder if she thinks I'll hurt her if she says no...or then again, maybe she really likes the way her asshole tastes. I pull my cock from her pursed lips, and a cascade of saliva pours out of her mouth. "Tell me, bitch, does that dick taste delicious or what?" "Oh yes," the dirty little butt-slut growls, "it's so fucking yummy!" "Hmph, that's funny," I grunt. "Seeing that it's been deep up your ass, I would think it tastes like shit!" "My shit tastes good," she says and then goes right back to slurping on my schlong. Johnson lets out a sinister laugh at Tanya's obscene display. "Is that right, baby?" he asks. "You like the taste of shit?" "Yes," she whimpers, as he begins drilling deeper into her asshole. "I love it." "Good, because now I'm gonna fuck your ass so deep that you shit on MY cock. Then you're gonna suck it and make it all squeaky clean." "Oh Christ in heaven!" she screams as Johnson commences corporal punishment on her rectum. "Go ahead, bitch, shit on my cock! Don't you dare hold back!" Tanya's eyes are rolling up into the back of her head. Her mouth hangs wide open, so I spit right into it. Then I begin lightly smacking her face. Walter Nevins is literally drooling with pleasure, watching as we molest his wife. "That's it, baby," Johnson grunts. "I can feel it. I can feel your hot shit coating my cock!!" After a few more deep pumps, Johnson lets his monster prick slide out of her asshole and he walks around the bed with a truly depraved look in his eyes. Tanya looks up at him a bit frightened. He takes that long, wet, rubbery cock and smacks the bitch's face with it. Brown smudges cover the full length of his hard-on. "Look what you did, you nasty girl you. You got my dick all filthy." Tanya stares at Johnson's dirty prick and sniffs at it. "That's it, slut. Now clean up the mess you made." She devours his cock in an instant. The full length of it disappears into her face. "Uhmmm," she hums as she slathers her tongue and lips all over that nasty shaft. "That's it, baby, suck all that stinky shit off my prick." "You disgusting tramp!" Walter hisses. "You vile whore! Eating your own fecal matter! What in God's name is wrong with you?" With Johnson's cock still in her mouth, Tanya looks hatefully at her husband bound at the head of the bed. "Well, Johnson, I'd say she's thoroughly cleaned your cock off. Why don't we let her take a quick breather and have a special moment with her husband?" "Yeah, I was just thinking that this night could use a little romance. Bitch, why don't you crawl over there and give your hubby a nice big wet kiss." "What?!" Nevins erupts. "No, I don't want her to—" But it's too late. Tanya is on top of him, her tongue licking all over his face. He gags at the scent of her shit-tinged cock-breath. "Taste my shit, Walter," she snarls. She then turns around and begins rubbing her slimy ass-crack all over his face. Walter Nevins is mumbling something, but you can't tell what because his wife is suffocating him with her stink. "Go ahead, Walter dear, eat it...eat my shit..." she says, grinding her ass into his face. Watching this display of degradation, Johnson and I plan our next step in Tanya's punishment. "Damn, man," he admits, "I think I really loosened up the chick's asshole. I think it's looser than her pussy now!" "Yeah? You think we should try to fit two up there then? Up her ass?" "It's worth a shot," Johnson agrees. "Slut, you ever had two cocks in your ass at the same time before?" Suddenly she stops rubbing her butt-crack all over her husband's face. "Oh...God...no..." she whimpers, as we grab her. Walter gasps for fresh air. "You fucking sick bitch!" he heaves. "Don't worry, Walt," Johnson laughs. "We'll make the whore pay for that." Johnson lies on his back and pulls Tanya onto him. She tries to scoot her pussy onto his cock, but Johnson quickly finds her ass and slides right on it. "Wait! Please! You can't both fuck my ass! You'll kill me!" "Nah," I say, aiming my cock at Tanya's already well-stuffed ass. "I'm sure a true nympho like you can fit two cocks in there with no problem." "Please," she cries. "I know I'm a slut, but I've never done anything like this before..." My cock squeezes its way inside Tanya's packed ass. "Oh...ohhhh...oh noooooo!" the dirty little bitch whines. "Get ready to have that shit-hole stretched WIDE!" I howl as our two cocks begin to piston in and out of Tanya's butt. "Oh God, it hurts! You're really hurting me!" Tanya sobs. "You know you deserve this, Tanya," I reason with her. "Yes," she snivels. "Yes, I do...I know I do." I feel Tanya's brown-eye start to relax and loosen up to accommodate our cocks. And suddenly Tanya's sobs start to turn to grunts. "Sounds like the whore is starting to enjoy two dicks in her ass," I hear Johnson say. "Come on you dirty little butt-slut. Tell us how it feels!" "OH CHRIST!" Tanya shrieks. "It fucking hurts...but I don't want you to stop!" "You know, Tanya, your husband will never be able to enjoy you sexually ever again after seeing you get fucked like this." "I don't care...fuck him! I fucking love this!!" Johnson and I start to pick up the pace, our dicks stretching Tanya's butt-hole to maximum capacity. "Ahhhhh shit! The pain is fucking exquisite!!" she growls. "That's it, butt-slut! Keep fucking like the whore you are and we just might let you live!" "Oh shit, I don't even fucking care anymore. Kill me! Kill me with your cocks!!! Go ahead and snuff me with those great big cocks, you motherfucking bastards! Johnson and I are fucking away on that ass. Squishy fart sounds escape from Tanya's asshole as our greasy cocks pulverize it into oblivion. "Rip that asshole apart!" she screams at the top of her lungs. "Punish my slutty little asshole! Rape my fucking ass!" Johnson and I continue our anal assault, wreaking havoc on Tanya's rectum. "Go ahead, tear me apart! Rip it apart!! PLEASE destroy my fucking asshole!" the crazy bitch wails. I look over at Walter Nevins as his wife's ass juice begins to dry in a sticky film on his face. He can no longer bear to watch us punish his wife. He just lies there, shaking and quietly sobbing to himself. "I'm gonna cum like this!" Tanya moans. "I can't believe it, but I'm gonna cum with two cocks in my ass!" "Cum, you perverted little fucker!" Johnson screams at her. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! FUCK ME!" she chants in orgasm. "Fuck me to death!" Tanya cums hard for what seems like forever. Her body keeps bucking like a wild animal until it eventually slows down into little spasms. "I think we officially reamed this whore a new asshole, my friend," Johnson says to me. "Yeah," I concur. "I'm about ready to spray cum all over her slut-face." "Good thinking!" Both of our cocks pop out of Tanya's anus and she yelps. I look down at her asshole to see it's been stretched beyond belief. It doesn't even look like an asshole anymore. We've expanded her anal ring so wide that it actually looks like a ruby-red mouth being held wide open. The slut collapses on the mattress, and Johnson and I kneel on either side of her head. Tiny specks of Tanya's shit cover our cocks. "Time to eat more shit, bitch." Like an obedient little slave, she cleans our cocks. I watch as my shaft, coated with brown flecks of shit, enters her mouth. And when it comes out of her mouth, it's completely spotless. "Tanya, my dear," I congratulate her, "you are the nastiest butt-slut I've ever had the pleasure of fucking." She looks up at Johnson and me. The look of a pure whore twinkling in her eyes. "Open your mouth," Johnson tells her. "It's time for your reward." With her mouth wide open and her tongue hanging out, Tanya is oh so ready to drink the sperm of the anonymous men that have just raped the ever-living shit out off her. Our cum explodes onto her face, smacking her from both sides. We make a point to piss thick streams of it right into her mouth. "Swallow that baby batter!" Johnson howls, continuing to coat her face with blast after blast of his gooey white gravy. I too am erupting with torrents of semen, making sure to hit her everywhere. I squirt some in her hair...I cover up her eyelids...I spurt a bit into her left nostril. "Snort that nasty shit!" I order her in orgasmic delight. She obeys, tooting my spunk as if it were a shot of cocaine. "Damn, you're one sick bitch," Johnson sighs, as the last of his cum drips onto Tanya's face. "I think we'll let you live. A true whore like you is bound to make a lot of guys on this earth happy, so yeah, we'll let you live." "You got anything to say before we leave you and your pathetic piece-of-shit husband here alone?" I ask. "Thank you," Tanya coos with her eyes closed, completely saturated in our cum. "Thank you for the best fuck of my life..." "Our pleasure, whore. Now be good now." Johnson and I find our pants and put them back on. As we walk passed the bed, we give Tanya one more token of our love. We both spit on her, our gooey saliva landing onto her sweaty tits. "Thank you," Tanya groans. "Thank you for treating me like the whore I am. Thank you for giving me what I deserve." With our semen splattered all over her face, she slowly opens her eyes. Over her shoulder, she looks at her husband, poor pitiful Walter, with utter disdain. "So Walter dear, you fucking bastard...did you enjoy that? Did you enjoy seeing me get raped?" "Fuck you," Walter sobs, unable to look at her. "Fuck you." She slowly starts to crawl toward him, with cum oozing down her face. "Are you still in the mood to fuck, Walter?" "Leave me alone," Walter snivels. "Let's start with you eating this delicious sperm off my face," she says, straddling her husband's bound body. "Yes, I think that will get me really hot." She leans in, her cum-covered face very close to his. "Stick your tongue out, Walter. I want you to taste how yummy this semen is." "Stop it...please..." Walter sobs. Humming with sadistic joy, Tanya Nevins begins smearing her face all over her husband's. Poor pathetic Walter begins to gag. Johnson and I look at each other and we both know it's time to go. We walk out of the bedroom and quietly close the door behind us. Some things are just too unbearable to watch.