- Michael, do you think our women are not worth your attention and you don’t have to stand up? – These were Andrew’s words.
I am rather tall and hunky but when I realised what this huge drunk guy could do to me for those pleasures his wife had brought to me, I wanted to become at least one hundred times smaller – to be able to hide somewhere in the little slit between the wall and the plinth. Everyone around me was smiling as if nothing was really happening.
- Ok, I’ll help you to stand up, – saying that Andrew approached to me from behind and putting his hands under my arms started raising me.
I held the chair in horror thinking it could help me to prevent the disaster but this giant raised me with the chair. At this moment my sin was revealed. To be precise, everyone saw my dick hanging out from the pants and Angelia’s face under the tablecloth.
- …!!! You’re fucking bitch!!! – While Andrew was busy with his wife I made an attempt to straighten up my clothes…
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The party goes on and now the man has to strap the slut wife in front of everyone, he is spanking her ass and than goes on to fuck it, wanna know what’s going to happen next?
- Stop it! Put your hands down! I’ll kill you, bastard!!! – I had to remain uncovered and the man was taking his unfaithful spouse under the table.
- Just look at them!!! When did you have time to become so close? I’ll kill you, I promise! But before that I’ll cut off your tiny cock and you, bitch, will eat that!!! Stop it, I said!! – He addressed me this time because I made another attempt to remove my cock.
- Andrew, don’t do that. You can punish them in a different way, – Julia stood our part.
I suddenly felt ashamed but then that feeling was substituted by fear. Andrew looked at us and became thoughtful for a moment. It seemed to me I could hear his convolutions moving.
- Well, I guess it’s my wife’s fault first of all. I’m sure it was her idea. But you’ll be punished as well… Take off everything! Right now! Otherwise, I’ll do that myself and then throw you outside to feel the New Year frost!
We had to undress. Angelia pulled off her dress easily, exposing wonderful legs which had never had any cellulite on. Then we all saw her body with a neatly shaved pubis and nice curves. Andrew kept on giving orders:
- Pull your belt off the trousers! And you, bitch, lean against the armchair with your elbows on the armrests and your knees near the legs.
While I was pulling off the belt Angelia came up to the armchair submissively and positioned herself in the way her hubby demanded. She looked very invitingly: bent knees, torso bent forward, legs parted widely… Only her husband, a huge gorilla-like man, didn’t allow me to contemplate such a beauty.
Andrew came up to the wardrobe and took the adhesive tape from the upper shelf, secured his wife’s legs and arms and put a plug into her mouth. Then he turned to me:
- Strap her!
I was standing and looking at this giant with big eyes.
- What???
Now I feel ashamed of that fear but at that moment I was very proud of myself for being able to avoid peeing…
- Strap her! Do it furiously! if you don’t I’ll show you how to do that correctly but it will be your ass to be strapped!!! Is it clear?
- Yes.
- Good boy, let’s begin!
I took my belt and approached to the woman. She turned her head to me and started mumbling something with her eyes wide open. I turned my head to the people sitting at the table hopefully but could see nothing but ardor in their eyes. Then I looked at Andrew’s face which was more like a bear mug. He was so big that wherever I looked I saw him. He nodded as if saying: “Come on!”
I turned round and strapped Angelia unconfidently. After a few such straps Andrew said:
- Ok, now I’ll take my belt and if you want to be in my wife’s place stand close to her. I’ll strap you both. I’ll have your skin flaps on my belt soon!
I had bumps from his offer, so swinging my arm I strapped Angelia hard across her buttocks.
- Faster, harder! – Andrew was encouraging me and I was doing my best.
My thin belt was hitting the woman’s ass and back with a whistling sound. The girl shuddered each time and her butt shrank involuntarily. Her body was red from what I was doing. When my belt reached the divide between her halves and the pussy Angelia arched as much as she could but her arms and legs were fixed well. From this view I soon had an erection again. Andrew noticed that:
- Oh, as I see you’re enjoying that! Now fuck this bitch’s asshole!!! Do what I say!
It all was like a dream. And this dream depended much on the gorilla-man I had to obey. Angelia’s breathing fast and uneven. When I wrapped my arms around her butt and set my cock against the sphincter she stopped still.
I pressed and my head penetrated the passage. At this moment the woman started twitching convulsively. I really felt sorry for her. I had situations when girls refused to practice anal with me after seeing my dick. Big cock – big problems.
- Move your ass sharper!!! – Andrew kept on encouraging my actions.
However, I didn’t need his permission any more. The view of an ass impaled on my cock made me extremely excited. Angelia was helpless and it even aroused me more. I entered her rectum carefully at first, trying not to hurt her much, but as I was going deeper I realised that though her anus muscles were very tight around my knob I didn’t meet much resistance. And I continued pumping her hole thrusting up to the balls each time.
Angelia soon began to respond and being inspired by her reaction I built the tempo. I heard continuous mumbling from the woman’s throat which soon became very deep. She impaled herself a couple of times fiercely and then stopped. I couldn’t recover my breath when I felt her anus started trembling slowly. She had spasms. This made me climax either.
My orgasm was like a flash of lightning that went through me, from my head to heels. The bollocks rose to the groin and it seemed to me they were going to gush together with my semen. I collapsed on the woman without taking my cock out of her ass.
I felt someone separated me from Angelia and put on plenty of pillows, blankets lying on the floor. I hadn’t been able to notice who’d brought them. I couldn’t move even a finger. My organism just couldn’t cope with adrenalin and tiredness which many men are almost killed by after a good fuck.