Message-ID: <11592eli$9805271525@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: cwcobblest@aol.com (Cwcobblest) Subject: Hubby Humiliation Bonanza: "Obscure," part 14 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <1998052416401600.MAA28483@ladder03.news.aol.com> "Obscure," part 14 by c.w. cobblestone My eyes followed the soft puff of gray smoke at it slowly danced upward toward the ceiling. I inhaled the dry, semi-sweet scent of musk which hung heavily in the air. The smell was exotic...sexy. I hoped I made the right decision. Everything had to be perfect tonight - even my choice of incense. Dark Musk was Natalie's favorite scent, so I was pretty sure she'd be pleased with my selection. Tonight, our kinky blonde neighbor, Laura, was coming over to visit. About once a month, she comes by for a hot threesome with Natalie and Luke. There's always plenty of fucking and sucking when Laura stops by for these trysts, and my masters eagerly look forward each month to her visits. But I dread them. When Laura is here, Natalie and Luke love to show off their power over me. I can do no right when she's over - I'm constantly being slapped, kicked or berated for even the most borderline infractions. The last time Laura was here, I had to spend the entire night in the bathroom with a pair of Natalie's panties on my head. Normally, that would be heaven - but I also had a plunger stuck up my rear end, and a roll of toilet paper was stuffed in my mouth. My crime: I forgot to put the beer in the fridge. When Luke ordered me to bring him a cold one, a chill shot through my spine as I realized that I'd overlooked one very important detail when I was putting away the groceries earlier that afternoon. Luke was furious, and so were the girls. They'd spent most of the day at the beach, and were ready for some serious beer-drinking before they adjourned to the bedroom. They each took turns turning my ass into hamburger with the fiberglass rod Luke keeps in the bedroom. After a few minutes of the terrible caning, I started crying and begging them to stop. Undaunted, Luke marched into the guest bathroom and came back brandishing a half-used roll of toilet paper. He grabbed me by the hair and forced the roll into my mouth. I gagged, but all that got me was a slap on the back of the head. Then the whipping started again. After I was thoroughly worked over, Luke grabbed me by the hair and dragged my limp carcas into the bathroom. He bent me over the toilet, making sure my face was well inside the bowl, then ordered me to reach back and spread my ass cheeks. I knew what was coming next. "AAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!" I screamed into the wad of toilet paper as I suddenly felt a sharp pain shoot through my rectum. Luke was forcing something up my ass, and he wasn't being at all gentle about it! Behind me, I heard Laura gasp in horror. "My god, Natalie, he's shoving that plunger up his ass without any lubricant!" she said. "That's gotta fucking HURT!" "I'm sure it does," Natalie said calmly. "But that's the idea. It's suppposed to hurt. Let that be a lesson to the creep - we don't tolerate anything less than perfection!" Laura snickered. "Man, you two are getting spoiled in your old age!" she said. Natalie laughingly agreed, and so did Luke. Aside from the pain I was feeling physically, I was crushed emotionally as well. How could they banter back and forth like that when I was in such excruciating pain? Didn't they have any compassion at all? Luke gave one final, brutal thrust and the plunger went up another few inches into my inflamed rectal passage. I tried to cry out, but the toilet paper in my mouth muffled my bellow of agony. I heard Luke laugh and say, "kind ladies, I give you Exhibit A. Here we have a stupid, brainless slave who took it upon himself to decide that his superiors could do without cold beer tonight. Now, tell me, my beautiful lasses: is there anything else I can do to this sorry piece of shit that might compensate for your pain and suffering?" "Always the lawyer, Luke," Laura kidded. "Hmmm...let's see...is there anything you can do that would make up for us having to drink warm beer?" she mused. "Wait -I've got it! Luke, why don't you make him wear your underwear over his head? That ought to be funny." "But, cupcake, I'm not wearing any underwear," Luke answered. "So we have a problem, don't we? Hey, I know what! Natalie - would you be so kind as to do the honors?" "Sure, sweetie - anything for my darling husband," she said gaily. I heard the sound of fabric rustling behind me, and I knew Natalie was taking off her panties. Suddenly I felt a hand grab hold of my hair and pull my face out of the toilet water. Someone pulled my ex-wife's blue cotton panties tightly over my head, then my head was thurst down into the toilet again. "Now you stay right there like a good boy," Natalie said. "Don't move. Think about Laura eating my pussy later on tonight." "Forget that," Luke chimed in. "I'll tell you what you can think about, Brian: think about licking my asshole tonight when I go to sleep!" There were guffaws all around, then they all turned and walked away. I heard the door shut. Then I started to cry. * * * Laura was due around 8:00, so I had to rush to make sure dinner was on the table in time. Tonight's menu called for roast duck. Thanks to my torrid pace, everything was ready with minutes to spare. Natalie and Luke were in the living room watching television when the doorbell rang. "She's here, Brian, go get the door," Natalie called into the kitchen. I ran to the front door and greeted my wife's best friend. She looked gorgeous in her short blue jean dress. "Hey, wimpy-dick, how's it hangin'?" Laura asked as she breezed past me into the house. She made a bee-line to where Luke and Natalie were sitting in the living room, and gave each of them a warm hug. "Ready for a hot time tonight, stud?" she asked Luke as she rubbed her hand across his crotch. "I know I sure am. I'm ready for some of that good long stuff, baby!" "Well, I'm just the guy to give it to ya!" Luke answered, being his usual modest self. "Brian!" he said suddenly, causing me to jump. "Quit standing there eavesdropping on our conversation and make yourself useful - get us some drinks in here!" he said. "Yes, sir!" I answered in my usual submissive tone. You can bet that the beer was ice-cold tonight! The night went fairly smoothly for me. I was slapped only twice - once for dropping a fork while I was serving dinner, and once for bumping Natalie's knee while I was taking off her shoes. But I was lucky enough to escape any severe punishment. Sometimes when Laura is visiting they'll let me join them in the bedroom, and sometimes they won't. On this night, I was denied the pleasure of serving the threesome sexually. Luke had an important case coming up, and he wanted me to type up the preliminary documents. I was on refreshment duty, though, and I frequently had to run up and down the stairs refilling drinks. It was difficult concentrating on my typing job, as I could clearly hear the moans of pleasure eminating from the master bedroom. Luke certainly has no problem keeping two women happy in the sack, that's for sure - in fact, he often says he'd like to try three women at once! I could tell from the increased volume of their moans that the three of them were each approaching their orgasms. The shrieks and groans rattled the windows. Then everything got quiet again. Shortly after the animal sounds subsided, I was called into the bedroom to serve after-sex drinks. Then Natalie ordered me to kneel at the foot of the bed and give her a foot massage. While I ardently rubbed my ex-wife's sexy feet, she, Luke and Laura continued their conversation as if I wasn't even there. I tried not to stare at their exposed genitals as they lounged on the big bed, sipping their drinks and talking like old friends. NEXT ON HARD COPY: MICHAEL JORDAN TO GET A SEX-CHANGE OPERATION? -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----