Slut Wife
2005-06-22

The Aftermath

Ben stood outside his masters’ window, watching as the large man grunted and thrust his last, over the beautiful, if rather bored looking woman beneath.
How can he do that? Ben wondered, how can he be with that amazing woman and not want to bring her to the brink over and over?
Ben grinned with pride, remembering the sounds he had pulled out of her as he’d driven his huge shaft within her tight passage. He felt himself becoming hard again just thinking about that night. He longed for the chance to be with her again.
To taste her sweet creamy flesh…
To feel himself clasped within her deliciously tight sheath…
Ben turned away from the window, and made his way back to the bunk-house, which he shared with the other slaves. It was crowded, and hot, and the strong smell of the combined hay and sweat was overpowering as he laying on his tiny bunk his mind drifting back to the Mistress.
She always treated him with respect, probably more then he deserved, considering his station, and over the years he had grown more and more fond of her. When he looked in her eyes, which wasn’t often, but when he did, he could see himself reflected there, not as an animal not even as a slave, but as a man.
As he lay there his mind drifted to the feel of her soft white flesh under his coarse hands and the beautiful contrast of his black skin against her white creaminess. Her long brown hair, those full pink lips….
At the thought of her lips he felt himself hardening again, his head filled with dirty little flashes of what it would be like to feel those lips wrapped around his large cock. Damn that would be fine. That hot little mouth sucking him dry, pumping his seed down her throat and watching her swallow every drop. As he fantasized his hand moved down to his now very stiff prick, gripping it tightly and taking long slow strokes, drawing out every sensation. By the way the Master ploughed her, he had the feeling that she’d never had a nice big prick thrust into her hot little mouth before – and as he stroked his cock, picking up speed with each pump, a plan formed in his very horny mind.
Eliza woke as usual at 4am, stretched her long arms and pushed back the blanket, averting her eyes from the view of her husbands’ naked body, splayed spread eagled on the bed.

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She still couldn’t believe that her beloved father had given her to this rutting pig. Never once had he spared her a kind word, in fact he barely spoke to her at all, preferring to ignore her altogether. In the early months she’d tried desperately to earn his attention, hoping for at least a home of joint affection, possibly to blossom into love one day. But it wasn’t to be. He was constantly insulting, sarcastic, or simply indifferent to her, well except in the marriage bed of course. Oh yes he was very aware of her there. Not a night had gone when he hadn’t pounded out his own pleasure within her tight womanhood taking his intense rapture from her body, and caring nothing for her needs.
Sighing resolute, this was her place now, her life. But she had to admit, ever since that night he’d forced Ben to lay with her, she’d felt even more let down. Eliza wanted more, more from her life, more from her husband, more from lovemaking.
Down in the Kitchen, she worked busily, glad of a distraction, kneading the dough that would be todays’ bread. Suddenly the back door banged open and she felt her body stiffen as it always did now in response to Ben bringing in the firewood each morning.
“Morning Mam” he said gruffly as he lumbered by.
“Morning B – Ben”, she stuttered, every particle of her being aware of each sound he made, his footsteps, the sound of him dropping the wood into the pile, that soft song he sang under his breath. They all served to send her into a shambles of tingles and shivers as her down low place dampened and tightened with the need to have him within her again.

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She suddenly realized that all the sounds had stopped, all but the sound of his harsh breathing close behind her. She stopped kneading, but didn’t turn.
“W – Was there something you wanted Ben?” she asked her voice barely audible, her body trembling like a fallen leaf, heart beat so loud, she was sure he could hear.
“Yes mam” he answered.
She felt him move closer, gasping when he gripped her slim hips, pressing his hardness against the back of her dress.
“B – Ben you overstep your bounds”, she spoke, trying to sound authoritive, “Please leave”
“Oh you don’t want me to do that – Eliza”
The sound of her name on his lips was almost too much. She felt her eyes close, overwhelmed by need. The need to turn to him, the need to touch him, to taste him, and that smell of freshly cut wood mixed with his sweat drove her to the edge of wanting.
He gripped her hips pulling her rhythmically against his hardness, his breathing becoming more strained.

Pulling her long brown hair to the side, he gently kissed and nipped the junction of her neck and shoulder, eliciting a musical moan from between her slightly parted lips.
“Be mine Eliza” he spoke again, his voice so low, barely whispered in her ear, “Let me teach you things, let me take you to the places you want to go, let me give you what your pig of a husband can not”
“Ben Please” she pleaded, “Please stop, we can’t – I can’t”
“Yes you can” he growled, “You want me – you want to be my woman – And you won’t stop me, because you know that deep down you want to be my whore”
She gasped at his crude language, but it only served to heighten her excitement. It was true, she wanted to be his, desperately yearned to turn around and let him to do as he willed. But the Lady in her would not allow it. Her upbringing had been too strict, and she had been taught too well, but, oh god what he was doing with his hands felt so good.
“Stop thinking Eliza, let me teach you how to reach the stars, let me show you what you’ve been missing”
Before she could stop herself, she’d spun around in his arms.

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Her lips captured by his, taking her breath, and giving her new life. She felt herself lighten as she just let go, feeling as though she were floating, free. She couldn’t explain the uninhibited joy she felt in his arms, his mouth moving passionately over hers, his tongue gently prying open her soft lips, before delving in to explore her hot depths.
Too easily he lifted her off the floor, carrying her effortlessly and perching her on the edge of the table. His mouth and probing tongue never leaving hers, moaning as she began a rhythmic sucking, oh yes she was definitely catching on. At length he pulled back, his eyes nearly black with lust as he looked deeply into her glittering blue pools. He pushed her gently, so she was lying back on the table, and his eyes never leaving hers, he pulled up her skirts and removed her traditional underwear.
He dropped to his knees before her, parting her smooth white thighs to reveal her swollen womanhood to his greedy eyes, Breathed in her perfect scent.
“Damn you smell good”, he spoke, “and I bet you taste just as good as you smell”
“No!” she gasped sitting up suddenly, “You mustn’t”
Gently he pushed her back down.
“Trust me Eliza, let this be your first lesson”, he spoke, and before she could argue further, he gripped her upper thighs and held her still to his firm, wet tongue. Running it up the centre of her wet pussy and gripping her tighter as she convulsed, back arching, a shocked and rapturous cry escaping her lips. He was right, she tasted of the sweetest honey and fresh whipped cream, though he’d never been allowed to taste this things, this was how he imagined they’d be like. He knew he would never tire of those beautiful moans and cries he was pulling from her with each firm lick, stopping now to curl and quickly circling his tongue around her singing clit. He knew she was close, and soon she would be all his. Holding her body still to his onslaught, was no small feat, even with his tremendous strength, she still managed to writher and buck under his generous mouth, drawing another shocked cry from her as he drove his tongue into her tight hole, moving in quick and firm circles, bringing her every close to her much sort after reward.

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He knew that once he had her on the brink his plan would come into play and as her back arched just a little further, her mouth opening wider to gasp in more air, he knew it’s wouldn’t be long.
“Ben – Ben I – oh I”, her head strained back, lifting her neck and shoulders off the table, so close, she was so close. Then his mouth was suddenly gone and wave after wave of frustration flowed through her, so much she feared she would die, right this minute if he didn’t continue. “Oh please, Ben please – please don’t stop – AHH”, a little cry ensued as he stood, opened his dirty sackcloth pants, and pressed his now very hard prick against her wanton opening.
“What do you want Eliza? Is it this?” he pushed just a little, sinking a bare inch of his long thick shaft within her and smiling wickedly at her rapturous moan. Gritting his teeth in frustration as he withdrew, desperately trying to keep his head, to control his ever strengthening need to drive his full shaft into her tight little cunt. But he had to wait, thinking over and over, stick to the plan, it will all be worth it, just keep your horny head together for a little longer.

He dipped the tip of his throbbing cock inside, before withdrawing again, he was setting up a very stimulating rhythm, just teasing her, giving her the tiniest of tastes of what was to come, dipping inside and gritting his teeth to stop himself from plunging the depths, then pulling back, freeing himself from her tight passage.
Her mouth open wide, occasionally forming little Os, hips lifting to meet his shallow dippings, simultaneously loving this new form of half sex and wanting more. Slowly his hands slid up to grip her shoulders, pulling her up to sitting position so she was eye to eye with him. He looked deeply into those blue pools of lust, enjoying the site of himself reflected there.
“Now you listen to me”, he spoke his voice harsh and his breathing coming in ragged gasps, he pushed his large cock further inside, “from now on you’re Mine, do you understand? You belong to me – this tight cunt belongs to me!” he pushed in a little further, jaw clenched, “and any time I want to visit heaven you will allow me entrance” once again he began to withdraw, stopping as her hands quickly moved to grasp his tight buttocks, digging her nails into him in an effort to stop his exit.
“Please – Oh Ben please – I want – Ahh” she cried as he withdrew further.
“Swear”, he exited further, so that only the tip remained and captured within her tight pussy lips.
“Ben Please!” she almost screamed with her frustration.

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“No!” he pulled fully out, the head of his now painfully throbbing black cock pressed against her opening, but he would push no further, “Not until you swear, swear to be mine, for me to take at any time. Swear or this ends right now, and I go to that pretty little house girl of yours. I happen to know for a fact that she’s very apt at riding a big cock like this, and I have no doubt that I could touch the stars inside her little cunny just as well – maybe better” This was a blatant lie, he had no interest in that silly little twit, but he knew Eliza would rise to the bait, and he was justly rewarded.
“Yes – I swear, what ever you want I swear, on my life, on my…. ” She was cut off as his mouth captured hers in a deep passionate kiss, sucking in her cry of pleasure/pain as he forcefully thrust his full thick length inside her. Finally giving in to the raging beast that was roaring within him, begging to be let free to ravish and plunder at its will.
Their mating was ravenous in its’ need for completion, together they set up a steady, but ever exciting rhythm of long, hard, and fast strokes both seeking their own stairway to heaven. Pulling from each other the ecstasy they sort.
Eliza wrapped her long legs around his back, her heels digging into his firm buttocks, gripping his shoulders for dear life, as he thrust again and again, bring her closer, closer, ever closer to the prize she so needed, the release she had been time and time again denied by her selfish husband. All of a sudden she was there, waves of hot, sweet honey, flowed through her entire body, starting at the place where he was stretching her beyond belief with his huge black cock. Each thrust of his manhood forcing another intense wave of burning ecstasy, all she could do was grip on to those strong broad shoulders as feel as wave after wave flooded her mind and body.
Thrilling with feminine pride as he gripped her hips tighter, bruising her delicate white flesh with those large black hands, pumping his cock ever faster, closing in on his own reward.
“Eliza! Angel Pie – only you – Oh lord” the exclamation escaping as he thrust once twice, and thrice blowing his lustful seed into her wanting cunt.
Later in the sitting room, she sat pondering the mornings’ activities. Dear god had she really sworn to be his? And what did he mean by “Any time”….