The Family Haven

Chapter 3

Marko was not a man to leave things to chance. Fate helped him sometimes, but never nearly as much as he helped himself. He did not find it difficult to get information about the Miller couple. It was just as easy to find out when Tim Miller would be away from home for a few days and nights, and easy to persuade Brenda Miller to come up to the club again for a little party, which Marko was giving to a few select friends.

Brenda had toyed with the idea of making a trip to town and a return visit to the Gregley club as soon as she got the chance. That chance would be when Tim was away on his travels and then out of the blue had come this invitation from Marko to his private party. Brenda felt flattered and she felt on top of the world when she arrived at the club and was escorted through to rooms around at the rear by the doorman, as if she had been nobility, at least.

She found about ten people already at the party. They were a mixed bag allright, and she did not like the look of some of them at all. One man, who from his voice she assumed was an American, was a huge brute, whose crew-cut hair and large florid face made look grotesque. He looked about sixty, but very strong. With him was a younger man, about twenty-nine or thirty, a pale-faced specimen of manhood. She hated the way "pale faced" eyed her, as if she was there to be bought if he so chose to pay for her.

At the bar was a man and woman in their middle forties. They seemed to be husband and wife, and that was how they were introduced to Brenda. She was pleased to see the nice girl who had helped her that night after the film show. Brenda waved across the room to Alice Marlow. With introductions over, the party got down to the serious business of drinking and dancing. Brenda was soon feeling high and very happy, and she tried to keep pace with the glass-lifting of Alice… but it was a task beyond her. Alice seemed quite sober by comparison, and Brenda saw she was enjoying the way that pale strange young man was kissing her and feeling very boldly up under her dress.

By midnight, Brenda was well-past caring how she was going to get back to Reigate in the early hours of the morning. A lot of booze had been going down the hatch, music blared out and everyone was having a ball of a time. That man in his mid-forties, what was his name — С oh, yes, Brenda remembered — С they had been introduced as Mr. and Mrs. Lasson. Well, there was no sign of Mrs. Lasson, but her husband was busy… very busy… he was tweaking Brenda's nipples as hard and as fast as he could as he swayed in front of her, and then leaned forward to nuzzle his boozy face against her cheeks, and kiss and murmur to her.

Suddenly Marko was in the center of the floor, holding up his arms. "Quiet!" he cried. Then he announced that it was time for a little "specialty" and would they all take their seats. Brenda stumbled her way to a chair. In the journey she lost Mr. Lasson. Instead, to her dismay, she found she was sitting next to that pale-faced specimen who had been with Alice, and had been introduced to her with that huge gangster-looking man. If there was one man in the party she did not want to be near or have touch her, it was this anemic creep. She found him repulsive, and yet as she tried to get to her feet to find another chair he was grabbing at her waist and pulling her down beside him.

She tried to struggle. He showed remarkable strength, and all her efforts did were to help him to finish up on the carpet instead of on the chairs with her. She saw that several others were sprawled out on the thick carpet and so she had to remain there. In the center of the room a single beam light illuminated a space. The rest of the room was in darkness and Brenda was pleased about this as this awful pest was already feeling well up her legs under her dress. Into the spotlight came three figures, two women and one well-built handsome man. Brenda saw the man was wearing skin tight trousers and an open knit shirt. Both garments clung to him to show off his massive build to the best advantage. The women were older than the man. One was a petite well-rounded blonde, the other a brunette and more angular in build. The "show" started by the handsome brute showing his admiration for the blonde woman, while the angular brunette was very interested in the man. The trio acted well. The blonde expressed fear at the attentions of the man, the brunette was avid in her caressing of the male prize, but at last gave up her fondling of him to help strip the struggling blonde. The room filled with the sound of the blonde's clothing being unzipped and torn. When she was stripped to her stockings, the fleshy little blonde was held by the other woman while the man went to work on her with his hands and his mouth. The thrilling part of the act was to see how the struggling, protesting blonde gradually surrendered herself to the lascivious thrill that the obscene fingering and kissing of the huge man made her experience.

While the blonde lay writhing in complete surrender, the brunette commenced to strip the rampant man. The watching Brenda felt the same thrill when this handsome brute was exposed to the one she had felt at the film show when on the screen she had seen the huge prick of Silas. This horrid pale-skinned man now with her was frigging her lewdly and fiercely as she moaned at the sight of the great erect prick of the 'showman.' The angular woman was getting her own clothes off now, and when she was down to her nylons and girdle she began to use her mouth on the man to get his already horse-like cock even more stiffly erect and throbbing. Brenda was getting the urge to get her hands on a man's prick and balls. Horrid and repulsive as her companion was to her, she could not resist getting her hands to his fly. She was soon eagerly rubbing his prick while he frigged her, and they both reveled in the fierce way that the blonde was getting fucked right there a few feet away from them in the full glare of the spotlight. The naked angular woman had been given a lifelike flesh colored dildo which she used energetically on herself, while her blonde companion was getting the real thing up her twat. Then, when all three had reached and expressed vividly in movement and voice their complete fulfillment, the spotlight went out. The room was in darkness, and Brenda found herself being drawn to her feet and taken across the room. Not until she was in another room and the light was turned on, did she see she was in a bedroom, alone with the pale-faced character.

She watched him getting his clothing off — when he saw she was standing there gaping at him, he almost spat the words at her — "Get your clothes off, bitch!" he snapped angrily, "unless, that is, you want me to tear them off you piece by piece from that lush body you've got."

Afraid, and also excited, Brenda did as she was told, and was soon in his arms. Nakedly they embraced one another, and she saw that there were several long mirrors in this small room and her companion was lustfully watching their movements in the glass. He seemed to glory in seeing her naked body from different angles… She was aware of a maddening tingle in her cunt, the unmistakable urge in her belly to be "filled." This man she found so repulsive was kissing her shoulders, her neck and her face, his long lean fingers twisted and tweaked at her nipples until she thought he was trying to get them off her tits; and yet despite the pain his fingers caused her, her nipples felt they were reaching out with tentacles, drawing the entire breast up and outwards with them, and making the whole breast feel alive and throbby and tingling with the same lustfulness that she had in her cunt. She found she was stroking this pale-skinned fiend's head with her hands as he bent his face to her breasts and took a nipple into his thin hard lips. He suckled at each breast in turn, his long fingers crooked under her wet snatch… she knew she was experiencing the oldest and most natural urge known to the female body… she knew she wanted cock… she yearned for it… she had to have it.

He brought his face up from her pinky firm nipples, he smiled up into her flushed face. "How long you been married, honey?" he asked. "Marko tells me you're a new girl up here."

It seemed incredible to her that he could speak in so matter-of-fact a tone, to ask such a question at a time like the present. He seemed so much in control of himself, while she was befuddled and eager with aroused lust. She was panting like a long-distance runner as she muttered her reply, "I've only been up here once before. That was with my husband. We've been married nearly three years."

Pale-face nodded; he seemed pleased with her answers. She looked down at his naked skinny loins, his crimson-headed monstrosity of a cock reared from its nest of black lush-hair… she knew, however much the man disgusted her, she had to have pleasure that big cock could give her. She resolved however that this would be the last time, the very last time that she would come to the club. She knew what would happen and she had been excited and pleased to accept the invitation, but she had to consider Tim, she had to think of her marriage. She would turn into a cheap cock-loving loose woman if she kept coming up here, and letting strange men screw to her. This would have to be the last time… the very last time. "UuuUWURRRGGGHHHHAAAA!!!!!" The lean man was aiming his over-thick penis into her moist cunthole. She gasped and then groaned although she would have been sent out of her mind if she had been denied this pleasure at the stage her lust had now reached. She had fallen back across the bed, and he was on top of her. She managed to lift her knees to cross her calves over his lean, strangely cold back, and now he was commencing to frig her, using a strange swiveling type of sideways and inwards probing all the time, as if he were alive well up inside her cunt, and was moving all around. She had been ashamed afterwards at her abandonment and pleasure when Silas had taken her body in the darkened film-room, and now she was feeling very much more ashamed at the way in which she was responding to this vile white-skinned man. She felt she wanted him to take out of her cunt the thick, hot prong that he was using so cleverly and bizarrely so deep in her belly. Tim never used this sort of action, his sort of fucking was inwards and back. This lean angular man seemed like a strange, naked white creature clamped to her belly, his stiff gouging into depths where no man had probed with his cock before.

Before morning, four of the five men at this select party had availed themselves of the sweet sexual charm of the cunt between Brenda's lovely thighs. It was the first time in her life that she had performed the fuck-act so many times in quick order. Never had she known the experience of being made to come more than once at any one lay, and although each cock only made her have the one peak or orgasm, she nevertheless had the four lovely "comes" during the space of a few hours.

It was that understanding kindly girl, Alice Marlow, who once again helped her to cleanse her semen-full twat afterwards; and it was the same Alice who accompanied the tired and fully-satiated young Mrs. Brenda Miller back to her suburban home, and made sure she arrived safely. She was too valuable a property for the great Marko to be allowed to go astray on her way home to Reigate, or to turn up in a way that would give rise to comment by the neighbors.

Marko Hynes smiled as he listened to Alice. "So our charming Mrs. Miller does not think she will visit us any more, eh?" he muttered, after Alice had relayed to him some of the conversation she had had with Brenda on the way home.

"That seems to be the way she wants it, Marko," Alice replied. "She loved the hot cock alright, but she is afraid of her marriage breaking up, afraid her husband will find out she is being made to fuck. She wants to keep herself for him and play the good and loving wife. You know how it is."

"I certainly do," he muttered. "I think perhaps the worthy but prudish Mrs. Miller deserves a visit, my dear?" He went to a cupboard and brought out a roll of film and a small portable projector. "This only came back a few minutes ago from the developing room, my dear," he said, tapping the film roll. "I'll make a call on the Miller residence tomorrow afternoon, and perhaps we can give Brenda a little preview of our latest in erotic films, eh?"

It was almost four in the afternoon when a startled Brenda Miller allowed Marko and Silas to push her back from her own front door and go into her lounge. She protested and watched as Silas set up the projector on the sideboard, and ran the cord to the wall socket where the television set was connected, Marko was pulling back the curtains meanwhile, and he muttered over his shoulder, "I heard that you weren't too keen on visiting my club again, my dear. Just see if this little film can help you change your mind."

The room in darkness, the camera was focused on the drawn curtains, which were pale in shade and made a good substitute for a screen. The film began to flicker. It showed the naked grinning white-skinned man sitting on a bed, a shapely woman using her mouth greedily on his long, thick prick… Brenda wanted to be sick, she wanted to vanish through the floor and never return… the film showed all too clearly that the woman who was cock-sucking the man so avidly was none other than herself… When the film had run its course, in silence from the three, it had shown her with various men at that vile party last night, doing all sorts of lewd fucking willingly and with energy. Marko turned off the projector while Silas returned the curtains to the open position.

"Now my dear woman," Marko was gripping her arm, "I think you will visit the club whenever I send for you, unless, of course, you want me to take some choice still from that film and have them sent to your husband, and perhaps one or two to your parents. Do you think your husband would like to get a full-size glossy photograph of his wife with another man's cock stuffed up her cunt to the hilt, and another photo showing her face and the expression she adopted when she enjoyed being frigged? Does your husband like that sort of photography, eh? Does he my dear… tell me, does he?"

Brenda had been quite unaware of the hidden cameras that had been doing their vile work while she had been screwing with such abandon for the pale-skinned man and then the other three men. Now her obscene acts were on film, her deeds of animal-like frigging were on record, and in the possession of a man she knew would not hesitate to use such power over her. She knew she was trapped.

One of the reason why the Gregley Club had been the location for the dinner-dance at which Brenda and Tim Miller first went there, was because the firm's top man, a certain Andrew Dimmock, was not only a regular visitor to the gambling tables but also a very good spender with the girls. In his sixties, he had a wife many years his junior. She was, in fact, his second wife. His first had divorced him for what the divorce court judge had described as the filthiest bedroom habits he had ever heard about between man and wife. A few nights after the dinner-dance, Andrew Dimmock was back in the club not for a dinner or a dance, not to enjoy Marko's girls — of whom Alice Marlow was his favorite — but escorting his own wife. She was a pretty woman who was gradually getting accustomed to her husband's bizarre habits and strange way of life. In one of the many small bedrooms at the club, Mrs. Dimmock had got on a bed with Silas. Seated on a chair just a few yards away, her excited and horny husband was watching greedily. He liked the spectacle of seeing his wife being undressed by a man like Silas, he liked the kinky kick he experienced when he saw the large hands of this brute of a man taking the intimate clothing of the woman from her, and holding it to his face in order to inhale obscenely at the perfume from her cunt.

Andrew Dimmock had purposely kept his wife starved for cock for the last week so that she would welcome the advances of this big man, even if she was afraid of him and disgusted that her own husband should bring her here for fucking and then sit and watch.

Dimmock watched the large mouth of Silas worshipping Mrs. Dimmock's breasts. Few things made any impression on a man such as Silas, even to the way this quite attractive wife was made to degrade herself. But he could not help feeling somewhat antagonistic to the rich old man who was so horny and selfish that he could force his young wife to fuck with another man in front of himself. Listen to the poor bitch, Silas thought to himself. Mrs. Dimmock was only doing and saying what she knew was expected of her. While Silas suckled her tits and fingered her hot wet pussy, she was looking at her perverted husband and saying in a sweetly sickly voice, "There, honey, do you like seeing your wife enjoy herself fucking with another man?"

Old Dimmock was so excited in his horniness that he almost fell off the chair as he shifted to the very edge of it and leaned close to the bed. "Does he frig you good, baby?" he muttered. "Do you like that strong mouth on your titties, my sweet? Doesn't that horny finger in your cunt make you want to have him do everything to you, my darling wife?"

Gradually Mrs. Dimmock was finding it less necessary to act at all. She WAS being thrilled by Silas… "Oh, darling," she moaned to her leering old husband. "He is making my cunt feel wonderful… wonderful… I'm so glad you made me come here darling. You are a very good husband bringing me to a man like this."

Dimmock was well pleased with her responses and watched her hug the huge frame of the naked Silas to her own naked body. Dimmock leaned right over them and looked into his wife's face. "You need a man, don't you darling?" he muttered down at her. "You need a man's cock really badly, eh? And I have got this wonderful man for you. I have bought him for you to give you pleasure and to do to your lovely cunt what it needs to be done to make you happy, darling." The old man patted the huge naked asscheeks of Silas. "Go on, Mr. Silas," he urged. "I have paid you well, now give my wife the cock she needs. Let me see how well you can take care of her. Like all horny wives, she needs a lot of taking care of, and you are the man to do it. Go on, Mr. Silas… do it to her… give my wife the hot fucking she needs."

Her arms went round the broad back of the man on top of her. Silas had to guide his cock into her cunthole, and with her cunt gaping and so wetly ready it was not a hard task.

"Is that good, my love?" old Dimmock was peering over the naked shoulder of Silas at his wife's upturned face. "Has he got a good cock… Is he making you feel really good, my dear?"

Silas began to frig her, making her shake and tremble with the force of his inward lunges and the way he fucked hard at her every time, he sank in to the fullest depth. Even a blind man could tell she was getting all the cock she could take, but old Dimmock was not satisfied. "You tell me, darling, tell me yourself," he kept on at her. "If he isn't big enough, tell me. Tell me if he isn't strong enough."

The poor woman was almost frantic with her cock-madness now, she was almost squashed out of sight down into the bed as Silas fucked away atop her. From under his bulk she gasped, "Darling… ohaa… darling… he's wonderful… a real stallion… a real man for a stud… ohaaammm… I'm nearly… there… ohaaa… daaarling… make him keep on… make him keep on… I'm coming… I'm there… ohraauuggggrrreeeegguugggg!!!!"

While his wife moaned in her throes of lust, old Dimmock climbed on the bed behind Silas and directed his prick which he had drawn from his opened fly, down towards the cunthole where the great cock rammed into Mrs. Dimmock. Jerking his cock as hard as he could, the old man managed to come at the same time as Silas. Mrs. Dimmock had the full quantity of hot wet sperm of Silas in her womb while her cuntlips and pubic hairs were drenched with the scum of her own husband. She knew her perverted husband had derived more pleasure from doing this, than when he actually fucked her in the normal way. He loved to see a man like the stallion Silas fucking her, she knew he derived great sensual gratification from seeing her given pleasure with another man's cock in her twat, and if the truth were known she herself enjoyed having a good fuck more with a man like Silas than with her own elderly husband, although Dimmock still had a fair sized dick for his age and knew well enough how to give a woman pleasure using his own cock.

While they were having a drink in the bar afterwards, Marko brought up a photograph to show Dimmock. It was a perfectly respectable print, it showed one of the tables that had been occupied at the dinner-dance. It was the table where Mrs. Miller and her husband had enjoyed the meal. Marko nodded at the photo of Brenda Miller. "Nice looking piece of ass that one," he murmured to old Dimmock, who nodded in absolute agreement. "Do you fancy her?" Marko went on.

Dimmock's jaw dropped. He had for some time admired that pretty wife of young Miller. Now here was Marko making the most attractive suggestion he had heard for a long time. The price was quickly settled. Mrs. Brenda Miller was on the cunt market.

The way it was put to Brenda she knew there could be no escape. She had to "go with" old Dimmock, whom she had met several times when she had been with her husband and whom she had known, with her own womanly instinct, had desired to hump her, but the possibility that he would ever get his desires fulfilled had then seemed remote if not utterly impossible. Now the impossibility was to become real. An evening was chosen when Tim would be away on the firm's business. She was taken to the Gregley Club by taxi, and found old Dimmock waiting there for her. They had a few drinks together, and when, after a couple of attempts at dancing, he suggested they make their way to a room Marko had reserved for them, she knew the time had come when she was willingly and knowingly to give herself to a man she knew had paid for her cunt. To make matters even more degrading, the man in question was her husband's boss.

Once in the privacy of the small bedroom, old Dimmock took her in his arms and his lips came wetly down on hers. She was surprised at the sensual feeling she got. It was by far the oldest man who had ever kissed her, and the first time she had ever been 'bought.' She felt the swelling of his dick at his loins and the involuntary jerks against her that rammed the erecting prick into the softness of her belly. Even through their clothing his cock felt quite big, she began to get the well-known tingles in her breasts and loins. She slid her hand down the front of their bodies and boldly clasped his pecker through his trousers. Yes, he was large, he was a well-preserved old gentleman allright, certainly where it counted.

"I hear you fuck with Silas," he mumbled to her. "I let my wife go with him, too. I think a good strong bull-prick of a man like that does a woman good. I'm afraid you won't find me as satisfying as him," he added with a smile, "but afterwards I want you to be truthful and tell me how I compare with him." There was a wicked gleam in his old eyes as he went on. "And I want you to tell me how I compare with your husband, Mrs. Miller. I have him calling at my office in the morning for a long sales discussion, and it will be invigorating to be talking to him and knowing that I fucked his pretty wife last night, won't it? And better still if I know how his wife rates my cock and his."

Brenda was trembling, partly with disgust at this line of conversation and also with the eager anticipation of the pleasure she was going to get. The old man watching her, she reached behind her back and undid her zipper. He moved to help her get her frock up over her head, and then stepped back to get the full beauty of her breasts as she unhooked the bra, and shrugged the slim shoulder harness down so that the cups fell away from her milky white breasts.

The thought that she would soon be writhing in passion under this man's cock, this elderly employer of her husband's talents, filled her with an excited lust. This was being naughty with a vengeance. She found herself wishing she could be an unseen party in the office the next morning when Tim and this man had their discussion. It would be so bizarrely thrilling to know both men had enjoyed her cunt-pleasures. What on earth would Tim say and think if he knew the old man, his own boss, had had his cock up Brenda's twat the previous night? Old Dimmock dropped to his knees in front of her, and his cracked hands gripped the top of her panties and dragged them down a few inches. She held her breath as he leaned forward and implanted a hot kiss on the warm belly flesh that her panties had been covering. He seemed to change his mind, stood up again and with a sharp, "Take them down, honey," he started to take off his own clothes. Brenda soon had her panties slide down to her ankles and was stepping out of them. She climbed on to the bed and lay on her back to await him as he at last got rid of all his clothing. She saw his dong was thick and erect and quite long. His pecker was not as large as Silas', but he was every bit as much a man as her husband, and the sight of that throbbing hard length of male prick made her anxious and impatient.

"Come on… come on darling," she heard herself mumbling, almost against her will. "Come and do it to me. I feel just in the mood now."

He was on the bed with her, his face down to her titties, her nipples being tweaked by his old fingers, and guided to his lips. She spread her legs, her cunt muscles were working, but they had nothing to work on, no stiff dick to lap onto… she began to realize her real need for a man… She was now inwardly glad to have this chance to get more sexual pleasure and relaxation. What a change had come over her, she pondered, to be so urgently seeking release, and from a stranger at that. Before that dinner-dance at the club, anyone who had suggested to her she would ever be lying wanting another man to put in his cock up her cunt, she would have thought not only dirty-minded but insane… and yet here she was, horny and anxious for this old man, her husband's boss, to fuck her.

Eagerly Dimmock gripped her twin asscheeks in his fists and held her while he twisted his body round. She had hold of his throbbing dick and guided the long thick cock to her warm wet cunt as he lowered himself to her. She gasped as he slowly entered her, she humped and ground up at him until his hard stomach was compressed slowly and closely against her soft heaving belly, and she raised her legs to lock them around his back. She was a woman in need of a man… it did not matter who the man was… she was getting the stiff dick she craved. Dimmock gripped her shoulders, and hammered away for dear life at her gripping cunt… at last he was screwing the desirable Mrs. Miller… at last he was sharing her luscious sexy cunt-hole with that good-looking husband of hers. He was intent on showing her that if he could not match the virility of an exceptional man like stallion Silas, he could at least out-fuck her husband. Old Dimmock was capable of showing more control and restrain than Tim Miller. For the first time in her life, Brenda came twice with the same rigid cock in her. She thought for one wonderful moment he was going to fetch her to the hump-peak three times, but he was unable to perform that feat and was pumping his scum into her when she was midway up the slope from her second come to her third.

Afterwards she admitted quite truthfully to a happy Andrew Dimmock that she had enjoyed it with him as much, if not more, than when her husband did it to her. Dimmock smiled at her. She was going to be a real asset to Marko if she enjoyed fucking this much with his elderly clients. He wondered which lucky client would be the first to use her lovely asshole, which man would be content to let her use her mouth on him without her body? Which man, he reflected, would be the first to get her to use the electric vibrator on him? Which of Marko's many clients would be the first to get her to wear a rubber dildo and bugger him? Which man would be the first to watch her "perform" with another woman? Oh, yes, there were plenty of first-timers to be enjoyed by and with this attractive young wife now that she was in the clutches of Marko.

As far as Andrew Dimmock was concerned, it had been money very well spent to be allowed the pleasure of screwing this attractive wife of one of his young salesmen. He wondered how long it would be before Tim Miller discovered his attractive consort was being whored. He would make a good virile stud for Mrs. Dimmock now his employer came to think of it. The old man chuckled to himself. Marko had achieved so much already, maybe a word in his ear and the necessary hump-arrangements might be made. The End