FEMALE SUBJUGATION at its best. An erotic dream that she can’t escape from or is it real? Sexually shy and reluctant, even with her husband, Brooke is thrust into the fast life of the rich. The patriarch, his son, and his beautiful wife conspire to seduce the young, attractive bride. Shy at first, Brooke is plied with liquor and drugs. Is it all an erotic dream with her husband that she is experiencing? Each day brings the truth closer, each day the orgasms and the shameful acts she is forced to commit become more real.
These men are different then her husband, demanding her sexual subjugation to the most perverse sexual acts. In her real life, she would never consider such degrading acts, but in her erotic dreams, the men force her, Brooke unable or unwilling to stop them. Will she wake up from this erotic dream or will she find that her body can only respond to the complete subjugation by powerful men? If this is reality, what will her husband say when he comes home to find his shy bride lying naked beneath other men, committing humiliating sexual acts?
She could tell by the way he talked and looked at her what he wanted. It wasn’t Saturday night, but he was hinting at sex.
“So do you want to play tonight?” His hand slide around her waist and slipped up to cup her breast.
“I suppose you deserve a celebration for your new job.” She scooted away from him and his roaming hand. If he had his way, he would take her in the middle of the living room with the lights on. Not Brooke. She wanted the safety of her bed in the dark. Keith was the only man she had ever been with, and he taught her everything though she had to stop him many times when he wanted more than she was prepared to give him.
She was already in bed when he came in. Her husband was handsome, though not the bad boy that some girls married. He didn’t have big arms and muscles, but he was gentle with her, backing off when he pushed her too far and she recoiled. He slipped into bed. “Turn off the light.” He looked at her, but he did as she asked. He slipped under the blankets, his hands already seeking out her body. She wore a baby doll nightgown, but she knew it wouldn’t last long. She felt him push up against her, surprised that his shorts were already gone, and she could feel his prick on her naked thigh. He was hard.
“I love you so much, Brooke.” Their lips touched, kissing her soft lips, his tongue slipping gently into her mouth until he found her tongue. His hands were already slipping under the baby doll pajamas she wore until he found what he was looking for, her naked breasts. She had such perfect breasts, firm, not a bit of sag in them and nipples that responded to his touch even though he suspected she tried to contain her lust. He squeezed one nipple as his leg slid across hers, pushing her thighs until her legs began to spread, and he could press his hard, naked cock against the pair of panties that protected her pussy from him. His hips began to rub his cock on her as soon as he felt her heat. It felt so good.
His hands and prick were everywhere, Brooke not knowing what to do. She could feel his prick slipping through her pussy lips, the panties the only thing that prevented him from entering her, but he humped her as if he was inside her already. His fingers were pinching her nipple, a strange feeling running through her body every time he did that, but she tried to conceal that, afraid he would use her passion against her. He pulled up her baby doll top until her breasts were naked to his touch, his prick continually humping her. His head slipped beneath the blanket, his mouth finding one of her nipples and sucking it into the hot depths as his tongue teased it erect. Her nightgown was pushed up until her breasts were bared, Brooke pulling the blanket up higher in spite of the air being warm. Her hands held the blanket as Keith had his way with her.
He wished he could fling the blanket off her and look at her naked body, but Brooke had always been a shy virgin, Keith hoping that she would gradually blossom sexually. Until then, he took what he could from her, lucky to have a wife with such a sexy body. He had seen the way men looked at her, jealous at times, proud at other times.
Her nipples were responding, feeling the blanket being pried from her fingers as his head slid beneath the blanket, Brooke holding her breath for the first touch of his mouth on her naked breast. It didn’t take long, his wet tongue sliding along her naked bosom, his hands pushing the nightgown hastily out of the way. “AAAAHH,” she couldn’t help but cry out when she felt his lips encircle her nipple, Brooke, unable to contain her lust any longer as his mouth suctioned on her erect nipple. He drew it into the hot depths of his mouth, his tongue going to work on it, the wet flesh of his tongue slapping back and forth over the nerve-rich tips until she felt the shameful wetness between her legs. A good girl shouldn’t grow so aroused. His powerful suction pulled on her nipple until it ached, feeling the stretching.
Her nipple came alive in his mouth, his hand grasping her naked breast and squeezing the taut flesh until he pushed the blood to the tip. He sucked it deep into his mouth, biting gently on the areola to trap it, her nipple forced to grow elongated by his powerful suction. He thought he felt a stirring in her body, his hips digging his cock harder against her pussy as she squirmed beneath him.
He worked on one breast, and then moved to the other, a faint hint of his stubble making her breast tender as his face scarped across her breasts. One nipple throbbed from his sucking, the tip wet with his spit, her other breast attacked with equal lust. He was so horny tonight, his prick pushing too hard between her legs, pushing her panties into the soft folds of her sex. She felt some relief when he got off her, but she knew what was next. His hand replaced his prick, his fingers pinching her pussy lips, his other hand grabbing her hand and pushing it down until she felt his naked prick thrust between her fingers. She did her duty, her fingers curled around his prick, the ritual beginning as she began to rub his shaft up and down the way he taught her to please him. Her fingers clenched tighter when it slipped over the head, loosening the tight grip as her fingers curled around the shaft. His hips began to move with her hand.
“That’s so good when you rub my cock, Brooke,” he moaned softly when her fingers went to work on his cock. He pinched the lips of her pussy, feeling a faint hint of wetness on her panties. He pushed the panties between her lips, sliding his finger up and down her slit. He couldn’t wait any longer, his hand sliding into her panties, his fingers finding her heat as they slid over the fine hairs of her blonde bush and between her lips. He was right, his fingers finding her wetness. Brooke’s hand moved quicker on his cock. She always did as she grew aroused, the only time he saw her enthusiastic. Her hips began to grind into the mattress.
She felt his hand inside her panties, his fingers touching her naked sex. He tugged on her pubic hairs before his fingers slipped between her lips, his leg pushing out on her thigh until she spread her legs like a wanton whore. She continued to stroke his prick as his fingers found her tight hole, one finger pushing in, forcing back the tight muscle as he impaled her on his thick finger.
He felt her hot, tight insides, his cock needing relief soon. He pulled his finger out, only long enough to push her panties down and slip them off. He spread her legs again, this time two fingers spearing her as he moved deeper inside her, sliding easily on her juices. His head moved down over her breasts and began to kiss her belly. He got as far as her bush, pulling on a few of her hairs before she protested, her hands grabbing his head urgently.
“NNOOO!” She pulled his head away when his teeth yanked out a few of her pubic hairs painfully. It wasn’t the pain that stopped her. He was trying to lick her down there. She never let him do that. It wasn’t that she thought she would hate it, more that if she allowed him to orally take her; he would expect the same thing from her. She would never take his prick in her mouth. She could never do such a thing. She pulled his head away until it was outside the blanket again.
He could smell her, wanting to taste her, but Brooke stopped him before he could get very far. She always did. If only he could eat her once, maybe then she might suck him. He refused to give up, his hands on her head as he tried to push her down onto his cock. “Kiss it.”
He was pushing her down under the blanket, her hand holding his prick away from her mouth. “Fuck me,” she begged him. “I want to feel you inside me.” She hoped that he would give up on her mouth and put his prick inside her.
Damn, Keith wanting so bad to have her suck his cock. If only once he could get her to take it inside her mouth. He climbed between her legs, pushing out until they were spread wide, too wide, but he felt the perverse desire to punish her for refusing to suck his cock. “Put my cock in you,” he ordered her.
She could hear it in his voice; he was disappointed, mad at her. She did what she had to do, her hand guiding his prick, rubbing it up and down her slit until it was wet then placing it against her hole. She felt the thick head opening her up as his hips began to drive his prick inside her. He bent her legs back too far, feeling like her crotch was splitting up the middle, but she knew better than to complain. She laid back and let him have his way with her, feeling his thick cock pop inside her. He began to fuck her immediately. His prick began to saw in and out of her pussy, filling her as he always did. His hands went to her breasts, fingers pinching her nipples.
Once inside her hot, tight pussy all was forgotten, only the pleasure of her pussy muscles rippling up and down his cock mattered. She fucked him good; her tight hole gripping his cock possessively. He tried to hold off as long as he could, but she was too good, his balls needing relief. “Cum with me,” he ordered her.
She faked the orgasm when she felt him cum inside her, his hot cum blasting her insides. He had never made her cum, only her fingers had done that. She wrapped her arms around him, holding him close, her body shaking in a faked orgasm as he flooded her insides with her cum. “Yes, Keith, I love it when you cum in me.”
He rolled off her and was asleep in ten minutes. Brooke went into the bathroom and cleaned up the cum that dripped down her thighs. She got back into bed; Keith turned over, sleeping soundly.
