Note: This is the first story I ever posted to UWFetish, which closed some years back. I thought I’d post it here for you all to enjoy.
It was getting late and my wife Mary and I were looking forward to getting into our motel after a long day’s drive. But as we were getting close to town we saw someone walking along the side of the road. It was a woman dressed in heels, nylons, a short black skirt and a tight blouse. She was carrying some sort of bag in her hand.
“Pull over!” my wife blurted out. “We can’t just leave her all alone out here at night like that!”
We pulled off the road and offered the woman a lift. She looked to be in her mid-thirties with blonde hair and an impressive rack on her chest. But her attire made me question what she was doing walking all alone out here so far from civilization.
“Thanks!” she told us appreciatively as she climbed into the back seat.
She said her name was Dottie and that her car had broken down on some side road. She said several vehicles had passed her by and she was certainly glad we had chosen to stop. She had a charming English accent.
My wife seemed to take to her right away and they started talking back and forth to each other. But when I looked back at her in the rear view mirror, she caught my notice and smiled back. Then she proceeded to pull a compact out of her bag, using it to help her apply some bright red lipstick.
She pursed her lips after she was done, looking from side to side as though checking her handiwork. Then she smiled at me. I got the impression she was flirting with me, although the lateness of the evening may have affected my judgment.
We finally got into town and made it to our motel. It was a good thing my wife had me make reservations as they were full up when we checked in. That meant they didn’t have an extra room for Dottie.
“Why don’t you stay with us?” Mary suggested. “We always order an extra bed; you can sleep in our room!”
Dottie seemed appreciative of our generosity and offered to help pay for the room. But my wife dismissively waved her off, telling her it was our treat due to her car problems. Dottie thanked her, telling us she would make sure to call someone first thing in the morning to go fetch her car and have it towed in for repairs.
I thought there was something wrong with the night clerk because he kept looking at me kind of funny as we checked in. He also acted as if he had seen Dottie once before. I found it odd, but decided it was late and I was probably reading too much into things.
The motel restaurant was still open so the three of us went inside to get a bite to eat. Each of us had an adult beverage with our meal. When Dottie offered to pay for the food and drinks, my wife finally relented.
Our companion looked into her bag and suddenly let out a cry of despair. “I don’t have my purse with me!” she wailed. “I must have left it back in the car! I was SURE I had tossed it into my bag before I locked up!”
“Oh, don’t worry about it,” my wife said with a cheerful wave. “We’ll cover it; right, honey?” She looked at me with the kind of look a wife gives a husband, indicating I should agree with her. So I didn’t say a word. Besides, if she wanted to be generous then who was I to say no?
We finally went to our room, which included the two beds Mary had requested. She often tossed and turned at night when she slept. She sometimes liked to have a bed all to herself when we were traveling so as not to pummel me during the night.
Our new English friend seemed to appreciate having a bed all to herself. Mary and I climbed into the other one while still in our clothes to watch some TV. But after awhile Dottie seemed to get bored. She left the room and was gone for quite awhile.
It was getting late and I was becoming sleepy from the long trip. Mary had already dozed off so I just let her snooze. But I didn’t know where Dottie had gone. I was beginning to get concerned.
I was just about to go track her down when she came back to the room. “The pool’s still open,” she told me with a smile. “In fact it’s open all night. I could sure use a swim! Care to come down and join me?”
I asked her if she had brought a suit with her. She just smiled coyly. She peered intently at my wife as though making sure she was fast asleep. Then she proceeded to undress right there in front of me. She revealed a lacy black bra and a sexy pair of panties.
“Will these do?” she asked with a giggle. I couldn’t help smiling.
“Yeah, those should do fine,” I told her.
“Meet me down there?” she asked as she grabbed a towel and then headed for the door. I told her I would change and be right down.
I undressed, climbed into a pair of baggy green trunks, and then headed down to the pool with a towel of my own. I thought a swim would be nice after our long drive. But I had to wonder about this Englishwoman who didn’t seem to have many inhibitions.
When I got there I saw a towel on a nearby chair and nothing else. Dottie was nowhere in sight. But when I noticed the water was rippling, I looked down and saw she was already in the pool.
I stepped up to the edge and looked down to see she was in the deep end. She was sitting on the bottom holding her breath and releasing bubbles, her blond strands waving about her head. I couldn’t help admiring the large rack on the chest of her 5’4” frame.
I went to the shallow end and climbed down the steps into the water. I decided the safest thing to do was a little swimming back and forth. I dutifully kept track of her location as she sat on the pool floor in the deep end so as not to accidentally bump into her.
She went up for a breath and then submerged again, ending up on the bottom in a sitting position. Then she began touching herself all over while I was watching. I couldn’t help noticing that she had some pale, oblong object with her, something that looked like some sort of dildo.
Her bra and panties did little to cover her assets, especially that large chest of hers. Her nipples were hard and I thought I saw something of a camel toe peaking through her lacy bottoms. I couldn’t help myself as my cock started to get hard.
She waved for me to come closer as I swam back and forth over the top of her. So I did as she wished. She reached out and playfully touched my bulging trunks as I swam by. She gave me a bubbly smile which I returned with a “naughty-naughty” look and finger-wag. She just giggled some bubbles before going back to touching herself.
When I made my turn and came back toward the deep end I think she was waiting for me. Dottie saw me coming, reached behind her back and then brazenly unclipped her lacy black bra. It fell away as I approached, and her impressive melons spilled out. Then she motioned for me to come closer.
I got close enough for her to try to reach out and touch my bulge again. This time I tried to pull away. But the vixen was not to be denied, grinning and bubbling at me as she seductively rubbed my bulge before the two of us surfaced.
I swam over to the end of the pool and Dottie followed me. “I’m really horny,” she giggled into my ear. “But you look like you’re horny too!”
The nymph reached out and touched my bulge again. Then she took a deep breath and went back down in a flurry of bubbles. I slipped my head under and watched her swim down to the bottom where she sat on her ass and rubbed her tits once more.
I heard her moan as though she was enjoying herself. She even reached down and rubbed the crotch in her panties, seductively looking at me the whole time she was doing it. By now her nipples were incredibly hard.
I tried to distract myself by swimming back to the shallow end of the pool. But when I turned around and came back, I saw Dottie rise up on her knees. She tucked her thumbs into her panties and slowly peeled them down her thighs as though giving me a strip-show.
As I got closer the naughty woman finished pulling them off her sexy legs. Then she playfully waved them around and around in the water. Dottie sent them in my direction like a slingshot, causing them to spin and then drift a bit before they began to settle onto the pool floor.
She waved for me to come closer again, so I swam down to her. This time the vixen grabbed my bulge and really gave it several aggressive strokes. I moaned and bubbled, feeling my inhibitions wilting like grass under a scorching sun.
She followed me as I headed up, spewing air out of her nose as she surfaced beside me. We swam together over to the edge of the pool, my heart beating rapidly. The nymph certainly seemed to know what she wanted… and I didn’t have the resistance to stop her.
“You sure are getting hard!” Dottie giggled playfully. “That wouldn’t happen to be MY fault, would it?” I didn’t know how to answer her and she laughed at my shyness.
I headed back to the shallow end while she headed back down for the bottom of the pool. When I reached the end and came back around, I saw she had the dildo in her hand. Unbelievably she was thrusting it in and out of her pussy in plain view!
She had spread her legs wide, making sure I had an unobstructed view. She wasn’t the least bit inhibited or anything. Dottie was certainly going out of her way to make sure I got an eyeful.
I couldn’t help myself; I just drifted there underwater watching her play with herself while I was holding my breath. Now that she had my full attention she really went to town fucking herself with that dildo. The sex kitten must have been overheated and ready to go off or something because she suddenly screamed a froth of bubbles as she orgasmed right there in front of me.
I didn’t know what the hell to do! Ao I swam over to the edge of the pool. She came up right beside me, grinning lewdly as she reached down and rubbed my bulge again. “My, but you’re hard!” she told me.
She said she could take care of that for me if I desired. Then she asked if I had any extra money. Apparently Dottie was driving home to see her mother, and because of her impending expenses with the car, she didn’t know if she had enough in her purse to make the entire journey.
I told her I didn’t know and that I would have to check with my wife. She just kept rubbing my bulge the whole time, purring seductively at me. “Here, let me take care of that ‘problem’ for you!” she said as she took a deep breath and then slipped below the surface.
She caressed my waist as she seductively slipped her fingers into the waistband to my trunks. Then she slowly peeled them down, causing my rock hard cock to spring forth. I found myself wondering just how far I should let this go, especially with my wife sleeping back in our room just down the hall!
Dottie pulled my trunks all the way down my legs until they were left drifting toward the floor of the pool. The sex kitten then reached out and touched my twitching manhood as though excited to see it, happily admiring how hard I was. She blew bubbles against it and caressed it lovingly. Then she rose back up to the surface beside me, panting quietly for breath.
“Wow, you’re really hard!” she giggled. “Is it because of my big boobs? Let’s find out if it’s because of my big boobs, ok?” Then she inhaled deeply and submerged again.
Dottie came right up to my hard, twitching cock and sandwiched it right between her two mounds. She rubbed it between them, grinning the whole time as she gave me a bubbly titty-fuck. The underwater nymph was really coming on to me! It was getting harder and harder to think of my wife back in our motel room!
After a long, bubbly breath-hold and titty-fuck, Dottie popped up for a breath. “Oh my!” she giggled impishly. “Just look what I’ve done! Now you’re REALLY hard, aren’t you! It wouldn’t be right of me to let you go back to the room without doing something about that now, would it? Besides, your wife is trying to sleep! We wouldn’t want you to wake her up just because you need a release, would we?”
She took another deep breath before slipping back down below the surface. The English nymph grabbed onto my legs for support as she took my cock in her hand. Then she stuffed it right into her mouth as she pulled me down with her!
I probably should have stopped her, but I didn’t. By then my cock was doing all my thinking for me! I was enjoying what that English tart was doing to me. Thoughts of my wife sleeping back in our room were getting farther and farther away.
Dottie pulled me down toward the bottom where she rolled over onto her back, pulling me down on top of her. She grabbed my ass and gave it a playful squeeze as she gulped me down. I felt the hungry vixen take me deep down her throat. Her moans gave my cock a delicious vibration.
We were down quite awhile, and I couldn’t help thrusting into her mouth. She made a move like she wanted another breath, so I let her back up. She headed for the surface and I came up with her, both of us gasping heavily.
She smiled playfully as she caressed my chest. “You acted like you wanted to keep me down longer,” she observed with a naughty giggle. “Is that true? Did you want to force me to stay down longer? You can if you want to! Afterwards it would really be nice if you could help me with some of my traveling expenses to go see my mother.”
Before I could respond, Dottie took another deep breath and headed back down. She grabbed my cock in her hand and jerked me down with her as though she wasn’t going alone. We reached the bottom where she knelt and started to blow me again, her hand cupping my balls as she took me deep down her throat.
She grabbed one of my hands and placed it upon her head, wanting me to enjoy myself. I gripped her skull as I thrust my cock hard into her mouth. She grunted and gurgled happily, giving me a bit of a struggle as though I might enjoy that. But her eyes twinkled merrily the whole time, indicating she was enjoying herself.
When we both needed air, I allowed her to surface as I followed her up. She came up gasping before moving right up against my naked body, pressing her boobs hard into my bare chest. “I just LOVE a man who forces me, you know?” she purred. “It’s so hot having a man force me for his pleasure!” Then she took a deep breath and submerged again, grabbing my cock and pulling me down with her.
We went right to the bottom where she submissively knelt as I grabbed the back of her head. I eagerly thrust my cock hard into Dottie’s mouth, thoughts of my wife so very far away. She just grunted and groaned like I was finally getting the hang of it!
She came off my cock and then stretched herself out on her back on the bottom of the pool. I saw her spread her legs wide, her invitation obvious. With some breath left in my lungs I swam down between her legs.
Instead of giving her my cock, I grabbed her ass for support. I gave it a sexy squeeze as I shoved my face into her muff. My tongue lashed out and I gave her quite a few tasty licks. Dottie wriggled and squealed bubbles of pleasure.
I proceeded to probe her pussy with my tongue, pushing it between her labia. I lapped up her dripping treasure as I explored the entrance to her quivering hole. She bubbled with delight, wriggling and squirming the whole time.
Eventually I pushed it right in and gave her a gentle tongue-fucking. “OH DARLING!” she squealed in a flurry of bubbles. I got her all worked up before we headed for the surface.
She came up with me, panting like crazy. “Bloody hell; you’re wonderful!” she gushed. “Do it again, only this time let me have your cock! I just love having my mouth filled with your cock!” Then she inhaled deeply before heading back down.
I went down after her, stretching out on top of her in a 69 position. She grabbed my butt and pulled me down so she could pull my cock down into her mouth. I grabbed her ass to keep from floating up. Then I mashed my lips against her wet opening.
We went to town on each other, moaning and groaning like crazy. The harder I licked and sucked and blew little bubbles, the deeper she tried to take me down her throat. It was as though we were trying to outdo each other.
When we finally came up for air Dottie told me she wanted to suck my cock again. But this time she really wanted me to get rough with her. She said she loved it when I used her for my enjoyment, especially when there was the faintest danger of drowning added to the mix. So I pushed her head under the water, and she eagerly took my cock into her mouth.
Maybe I was angry with myself for betraying Mary… or maybe I just wanted to get rough with her for being so damned seductive! All I know is that I really fucked her face good and hard. I really took it out on her, perhaps over my guilt at not having stopped this sooner! But she didn’t once resist, and I heard her grunt and gurgle as I filled her throat with my meat.
She grunted each time I thrust hard… “UNGH – UNGH – UNGH – UNGH!” Bubbles came out of her mouth and nose with each thrust. It was sexy as hell!
I was facing the door keeping watch the whole time when it suddenly opened. I thought I was dead meat when I saw my wife walk in! I certainly didn’t expect to see her, much less wearing her pink bikini, the one I thought looked quite sexy on her attractive 5’6” figure.
Had she awakened and concluded I was down at the pool? Had she come down, seen me in the water, gone back to the room and changed into her bikini to come join me? Did she know that crazy Englishwoman Dottie was naked and sucking my cock underwater?? If not she was going to find out any second now!
I felt this lump in my throat as she approached the edge of the pool. There was no point in hiding it; Dottie and I were caught red-handed! When she looked down and saw me thrusting into the English tart’s mouth, I knew it was all over!
I thought for sure we were so fucking dead! But instead of saying anything, Mary actually smiled at me! Then she brought a finger to her lips… “Shhh!”
I was incredulous; was she serious??!! I had actually let up thrusting into Dottie’s mouth out of shock at seeing Mary show up. She just smiled and motioned… “Go on; keep going.”
Dottie grunted and bubbled as I resumed my thrusts. It felt like my cock was hitting the back of her throat. But when I looked at Mary again to confirm it was ok, to my utter surprise she just smiled and nodded. In fact I swear I saw her mouth the word “HARDER!”
I kept Dottie down for a long time, my cock twitching in her mouth each time she groaned and bubbled as she sucked me deep. She really grunted when I slammed my meat into the back of her throat. Mary kept looking down and smiling at me as though this was exactly what she wanted to watch.
Dottie started to struggle as though she wanted back up for another breath. I looked questioningly at Mary, but she shook her head as she mouthed the words “Not yet; keep her down.” Had my wife actually developed a sadistic side, one I was now about to discover??
I kept Dottie submerged as I continued fucking her face until I finally let her up. I was careful to make sure she was facing me. I didn’t want her to see Mary sitting on the edge of the pool right behind her.
She gasped and sputtered as though I had kept her down longer then she’d anticipated. But she didn’t act all that upset about it. On the contrary, she seemed to enjoy it!
“Oh darling!” she gushed excitedly. “You’re really being rough on me! I absolutely love it!”
I glanced at my wife, fearful she wouldn’t like hearing that little term of endearment coming out of our hitchhiker’s mouth. She just made a motion of her hand pushing down. Clearly she wanted me to push the English tart back under.
Dottie bubbled unexpectedly as I pushed her head under the surface. Then I speared her mouth with my cock for a second time. I saw Mary make a few demonstrative hip thrusts as though I should really give it to Dottie good and hard! She was smiling the whole time as though it was quite all right with her!
I really gave it my all to our sexy hitchhiker, fucking her skull good and hard. Dottie didn’t act the least bit upset. In fact it was more like she was enjoying herself, as though she was used to this being done to her! Had she done this many times before?? Now I was really starting to wonder!
I looked up at Mary who by now had started to rub herself. I couldn’t believe it! Was she actually getting off watching another woman blow me underwater?!
“Fuck her face hard!” she mouthed at me. I nodded as I thrust even harder into Dottie’s mouth. It resulted in more grunts and bubbles as I hit the back of her throat. I even heard a bubbly groan as though the crazy bitch was enjoying what I was doing to her!
“I woke up and you were gone!” Mary mouthed at me with a smile. Then she pointed at Dottie and nodded as she mouthed “Just keep going!” I gave her sort of an “Ok; if you say so!” shrug.
I pulled Dottie up and she gasped for breath. “Oh fuck; you’re really giving it to me good, darling!” she gasped. I just shoved her right back down in a flurry of bubbles, impaling her mouth with my cock again.
The harder I thrust, the more aroused my wife seemed to become! Mary let out a gasp of pleasure as though it was incredibly erotic to watch! Then I saw her deliberately pop the strings to her bikini top!
It fell away and I watched in astonishment as she began to grope and fondle her gorgeous 34 B’s. She was all turned on; I could see that her nipples had become really hard! Was it because of how rough I was being on our sexy English hitchhiker??
I thrust hard in and out of Dottie’s mouth before letting her up for another quick breath. I listened to her delightful gasp and then shoved her right back down. She groaned as she sucked on my cock like a hungry little hooker who hadn’t had a cum shake in a long time. It was quite a turn-on!
I was even more surprised when Mary suddenly removed her bikini bottoms. Then she sat there on the edge of the pool with her legs dangling in the water. It really astonished me when she fingered her dripping snatch with one hand while groping her tits with the other.
I pulled Dottie back up, listened to her gasp for breath, and then quickly submerged her. That’s when I heard Mary gasp, “Yes; dunk that whore! That is SO fucking hot!” Her language had suddenly become coarse and vulgar. It was a shock to my ears… and yet so incredibly sexy!
Dottie was really grunting and struggling when I finally pulled her back up. I let her catch her breath, careful to make sure she didn’t turn around and become aware of my wife sitting there on the edge of the pool behind her. Her gasps were loud and long, but she didn’t act the least bit angry with me. Instead she gave me this look of smoldering lust.
“Wow, darling!” she panted. “Now I’m REALLY horny!! Can I sit in your lap? You can reward me later if you want!” The implication was becoming all too clear she wanted money for this.
Without even waiting for a reply she climbed aboard, slowly impaling herself on my hard, quivering dick. I looked at Mary as a surge of panic coursed through my body. To my complete surprise she just smiled and waved dismissively… “Go right ahead.” Then Dottie and I submerged, the two of us bubbling as we went down.
The English nymph started to ride me, kissing me deeply while giving me lots and lots of tongue. I was hard as a rock and utterly turned on as I thrust into her tight snatch. Strangely, the fact that my wife was watching us the whole time – and seemed to be egging me on – made it all the more erotic.
Dottie grunted and moaned with pleasure as her eyes rolled. We kicked our way back up to the surface where she blurted out, “Take me back down, darling! I want to ride you as you fuck me!!” So back down we went, with my crazy wife sitting right there on the edge of the pool rubbing herself silly!!
Dottie enthusiastically bounced up and down on my cock, riding me like she hadn’t fucked anyone in awhile. Her pussy felt nice and wet and tight; I could feel it spasm as she hungrily milked me with her vaginal muscles. She groaned and bubbled her pleasure as she kissed me deeply, her tongue hungrily probing my mouth.
As our lungs began to heave she helped me kick ourselves back up to the surface for another breath. “Mary sure is missing out, isn’t she?” Dottie whispered seductively when we popped up. I smiled and nodded as I looked over her shoulder to see my wife sitting there rubbing herself up a storm. It was so surreal that for a minute there I thought I might be dreaming!
Mary pointed at her and then motioned for me to “Take her down!” But Dottie wanted to go back under anyway. “Down we go, darling!” she declared enthusiastically. “Now fuck me hard! Use me for your pleasure!” Then we both inhaled as we slipped back down below the surface.
In no time at all I saw my wife slip off the edge of the pool into the water with us. I guess she couldn’t take it anymore. She caught Dottie by surprise when she grabbed her shoulder and spun her around off my cock so the English tart could see just whose husband she was fucking.
Naturally Dottie panicked and she quickly burst up to the surface along with Mary and I. “It’s not what you think, love!” she sputtered. “He seduced ME!”
“Like HELL he did!” My wife snarled at her. “I know what your game is!”
“Game? What are you talking about??!! I don’t have a ‘game’!!”
“I know your kind, you whore! How many men have you lured to this motel?”
“I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about, love!” Obviously the jig was up; she had just been caught. But she still kept trying to pin the blame on me.
“Look, I just wanted to come down for a swim before bed; that’s all! Your husband came down and seduced me!” Then she pointed an accusing finger at me as she added, “Just ask him; you’ll see!”
I was kind of shell-shocked and I numbly shook my head. I figured now was the time we were about to witness my wife’s wrath. I was certain this wasn’t going to turn out well. But again Mary surprised me!
“This was your plan all along, wasn’t it!” my wife declared angrily. “…walking alone on that road in the middle of the night in that get-up… planning on some poor bastard picking you up… getting free room and board out of the deal! What were you planning on doing? …blackmailing him into giving you money so you wouldn’t spill the beans??”
“I’ve never been so insulted in all my life!” Dottie shot back, defiantly trying to shut my wife down. “I have a little car trouble and you accuse me of all sorts of vile things? Of all the nerve! If this is the way you’re going to be, then I’ll just gather my things and go! I’d rather be back on the street than stay with a judgmental bitch like YOU!”
“Don’t get all high and mighty with me, you fucking whore!” Mary retorted, not buying any of it for a second. “A fuck and a buck; that’s all you want!”
“You bitch! I don’t have to stay here and take that from you!”
I had no idea what was going to happen next. I just clung to the side of the pool with a deer-in-the-headlights look. What Mary did next surprised the hell out of me!
Dottie started to climb out of the pool, muttering something about jealous, suspicious bitches. “Oh NO; you don’t!” Mary declared, grabbing her and pulling her back into the water. “Just where the hell do you think YOU’RE going?? You’re not finished here yet!”
Dottie came up sputtering, acting all indignant. “I’m done with my swim, love! You can go to hell with all your accusations!” Then Mary grabbed her by the shoulders…
“HEY; LET ME GO!!”
“Oh, you’re not finished yet, you English bitch!! Don’t you know whores like you are always supposed to finish what they start?? You said you wanted to fuck my husband; isn’t that right? So that’s what you’re going to do!”
“You bitch!! You can’t make me!!”
“Oh yeah? Who says I can’t??!! That’s my husband you’re fucking, you bitch! And I say you’re going to finish the job!! Now get your ass back down there and suck my husband’s cock back to life!”
“YOU CAN’T – BURLGLUBGRBL!”
Dottie started to protest, only to have Mary to grab her head and push her under. She forced her over to my semi-hard cock and then made her swallow it. “Now give her the skull-fucking she deserves, honey!” she demanded.
I certainly wasn’t about to cross Mary now, not after seeing a sadistic side to her that I had never seen before! So I really gave it to Dottie good and hard. Mary maintained her grasp of the English woman’s head so that she couldn’t get away.
Dottie grunted and gurgled as I thrust into her mouth. “Harder!” Mary demanded as though I wasn’t giving it to her good enough. “She’s a whore and she loves sucking cock! So make sure she gets a real good taste of yours; ok, honey?”
I nodded and thrust harder, resulting in more grunts and bubbles. Mary softened a bit as she watched. She became turned on again, saying things like “Yes… yes… fuck that face hard… she fucking deserves it… she’s supposed to love cock, remember? Gawd; that’s so fucking sexy!”
Dottie grunted and struggled even more as an array of bubbles came up out of her nose. Clearly she wanted back up for another breath. Mary just laughed at her as she pushed down even harder on the Englishwoman’s head, telling her “You can just stay down there and suck cock like a good whore!”
At that moment I was a little scared. But I have to admit I was extremely turned on at my wife’s change in demeanor. This was a side of her I had never seen before. And the fact that she was taking it out on another woman was proving to be doubly erotic!
Dottie really started thrashing about, obviously wanting air. Mary was the one who finally let her up for a breath. Dottie came up gasping and moaning, coughing and panting heavily… “Not so rough, love!!”
“What’s the matter, whore? Out of practice? Can’t hold your breath very long? Surely this isn’t the first time you’ve done this, bitch! So let’s get you back down for more practice, ok?” Then she shoved her head under, making sure I speared her mouth again with my cock.
“Fuck that face hard!” Mary demanded, making sure she had a good handful of hair so that Dottie couldn’t move around much. “Drown her throat with your cum, honey! You might as well enjoy yourself with this whore! Afterwards I think she’s going to have a tragic little pool accident!”
Her eyes twinkled as she said it, and I wasn’t sure I liked the sound of it. At the same time I found it rather erotic to hear my wife saying such things. I figured maybe she was playing a game for now, and a rough one at that! I figured it wouldn’t hurt to play along, so I reached out to grab on to Dottie’s head. Together we held her underwater as I fucked her face good and hard.
Dottie glubbed and bubbled as she wriggled and thrashed about. I could tell she was probably having second and third thoughts over whose car she had climbed into tonight. But I just went along with it. After all, this was an erotic side of Mary I had never seen before, one I was all too excited at witnessing… especially the way she appeared to be so turned on being rough on another woman!
Together we pulled Dottie back up, allowing the poor thing to gasp for breath… “Not so rough!!”
“Whore!” Mary laughed at her as we pushed her right back down. Then my cock was back in her mouth again, giving her a good hard skull-fucking.
Mary looked at me and I suddenly saw a wild look in her eyes. “Do you want to fuck this whore? Because she certainly seems to want to fuck you!”
“What do you think I should do?” I asked nervously. I wasn’t sure this was such a good idea. My wife didn’t once hesitate.
“She’s a whore and she wants you to fuck her! Not only that but she wants us to pay for the privilege! So I think you should give her what she wants!”
“Are you sure about her?” I questioned, inadvertently slowing down my thrusts. Mary seemed absolutely certain.
“Remember the way she was dressed on the highway and the way she came onto you? She’s a hooker, honey; probably a street walker! Besides, I checked her bag before I came down here! This bitch has got plenty of money on hand, along with quite a few play-toys! She just wants to take us for as much money as she can before she moves on to her next john!”
“Right, bitch?” she added as she pulled Dottie’s head up again. The Englishwoman gasped and sputtered, trying to protest that we had her all wrong. “Like hell we do!” Mary laughed at her. Then she pushed Dottie’s head back down, telling her to suck cock like a good little whore.
Mary was certainly enthusiastic about all this. As a result of her eagerness I had become incredibly turned on! “Have you cum yet?” she wanted to know.
When I told her I hadn’t she just laughed. Then she said she was going to keep Dottie submerged until I filled her mouth with spunk. “And if she drowns?” Mary added with a sly smile. She didn’t say a word. She just shrugged her shoulders as if to say, “Oh well… that’s the way the cookie crumbles!”
That gave me an erotic jolt like you wouldn’t believe! It made me thrust good and hard into Dottie’s mouth. The English tart wriggled and squirmed, desperately trying to break free. But Mary had a good grasp of her head with her hand in her hair, a grip she wasn’t about to release just yet.
The idea that Mary might consider keeping Dottie under until she drowned was much too erotic to contemplate. It wasn’t long until my cock began to swell in the tart’s mouth. Then the Englishwoman got a healthy mouthful of spunk as my cock began to spurt.
Mary watched with fascination as stray tendrils of cream seeped out of Dottie’s lips. “Oh, FUCK!” she blurted out. “You really did it! You came in her mouth! Now I think you should fuck the whore good and hard! After all, it’s what she really wants you to do, right? Besides I’m sure we can think of some way of ‘rewarding’ her for being such a good little whore, don’t you?”
She pulled Dottie up, and I saw cum leaking out of the Englishwoman’s mouth as the poor thing gasped for breath. Her eyes were all glassy, she must have gotten dizzy as hell holding her breath for so long. “Now you’re going to get the fucking you deserve!” Mary hissed into her ear, taunting her.
Together we turned her around in the water so I could enter her from behind. It was no problem at all as I easily slid right into her pussy. She was nice and tight and well lubricated; just ripe for fucking.
Dottie let out a gasp and a cry as I entered her. Mary grinned and then laughed at her. “Feel that cock inside you, bitch?” she asked. Then her eyes lit up.
“I have an idea! Why don’t you service us both?! I’m sure a whore like you has done it many times before! So now I think you’re going to eat pussy, bitch!”
Dottie’s eyes flew open in alarm. “But I’m not LIKE that!” she protested. “I only like MEN!”
“Well, you’d better learn to like pussy or you’re going to drown, you fucking whore!”
Still holding a handful of hair, Mary spread her legs. She forcefully pulled Dottie’s head down into the water into her crotch, the poor thing bubbling weakly. Then she wrapped her legs around the woman’s head to hold her in place.
Dottie grunted and bubbled into Mary’s pussy as I fucked her hard. I couldn’t help reaching underneath to grab and fondle her large boobs. “Fuck yeah!” My wife declared, doubling the torment she was inflicting by humping the Englishwoman’s face good and hard. She told her she’d better get busy and do a good job or she might have a nasty little accident in the pool!
I couldn’t believe what Mary was doing to her; I was even more aroused than before!! My wife was actually forcing another woman to lick her out! What’s more, she was making her hold her breath the entire time with threats of drowning if she didn’t do a good enough job!
I thrust good and hard into Dottie’s well lubricated snatch as Mary held her head in place. A moment later we hear a bubbly scream as the vixen’s pussy clamped down hard around my thrusting shaft. “Oh fuck; she’s cumming right into my pussy!” Mary gasped breathlessly. Then she tipped hear head back and cried out with delight. I think that’s the first time I ever saw my wife cum… and it was erotic as hell!
She was panting like crazy when she pulled Dottie’s head up, telling me to keep right on fucking her. The Englishwoman gasped and moaned, begging us to let her go. “Why?” Mary wanted to know. “Don’t you like pussy? Eat it again, bitch!” Then she slammed her head back down between her legs, locking her into place tightly with her thighs.
Dottie grunted and bubbled into my wife’s crotch as I fucked her good and hard. Amazingly I was still aroused. Seeing Mary cum while she treated our companion so abusively was so erotic that it kept me good and hard!
It was easy to keep right on fucking that hooker. With my wife’s full and enthusiastic permission, I really pounded her pussy. It was erotic as hell having the two of us gang up on her. However deep down I was hoping Mary wouldn’t change her mind and take it out on me later on back in the room.
My wife kept lifting Dottie’s head up for a quick breath, only to slam her right back down with a splash into her crotch. The poor thing kept grunting, moaning and bubbling as I fucked her good and hard from behind. Then our English play-toy let out a second bubbly scream.
“Oh FUCK!” Mary gasped, her eyes rolling. “She’s cumming into my pussy again!!” Then my wife stiffened, letting out a clipped cry as she shuddered hard from a second orgasm!
She panted heavily for breath as she let finally Dottie back up. The Englishwoman coughed and sputtered as she slid off my cock, weakly gasping for breath. I was a bit disappointed, as I felt like I was building up to shoot a second load soon.
Mary looked at Dottie before smiling with a devilish grin. “You want to sit in his lap again, whore?” she laughed. “That’s just fine with me! He probably needs to cum again! So crawl into my honey’s lap and give him the ride of his life… or it’ll be the last ride you ever take!”
Dottie was too exhausted to protest as my wife helped turn her around until the Englishwoman was back in my lap. The hooker whimpered as I felt her slowly impale herself on my throbbing rod. It felt incredible; erotic as hell!
“Fuck her!” Mary commanded as she pushed us both under. I filled my lungs to capacity and then started fucking our street walker under the surface. Dottie was soon bouncing up and down in my lap, grunting and bubbling as though she couldn’t help enjoying herself
We grunted and bubbled together as we set up a rhythm. When Mary observed my lungs beginning to strain, she helped us back up, being attentive to my need for air. Then she pushed us right back under.
At that moment my need both for air as well as my sexual pleasure seemed like the most important thing in the world to her. Dottie’s needs seemed secondary. In fact Mary didn’t appear to give a damn whether or not the Englishwoman’s lungs began to strain from the long breath-holds.
I looked over Dottie’s shoulder to see Mary underwater with us. Again she was rubbing her tits and fingering herself. She moaned and bubbled as though seeing me fuck another woman underwater was just too hot for her to stand.
My lungs were straining again when my wife helped pull us back up. Dottie’s eyes were glassy as though she was dizzy and out of breath. “Are you ready to cum again, honey?” Mary asked me with a glint in her eye. I told her I was pretty sure I was getting close.
“Good!” she declared. Then she grabbed Dottie by the chin.
“Time for your little accident, bitch!” Then she pulled her over backward into the water, the street walker letting out a cry before she went under with a burble.
I was astonished at her words, especially when she climbed aboard Dottie’s shoulders. Mary straddled her head and then deliberately sat upon her face, wedging her into place tightly with her thighs. Then she gazed into my eyes with a look of rapture as we slowly submerged.
“Rape her, baby!” she mouthed at me, bubbles slipping out past her lips. “Let’s drown her together!” Then she really began riding Dottie’s face hard as she reached out to grope those large, sexy hooker-tits.
Dottie’s pussy clamped even tighter around my cock as I started fucking her good and hard. I made sure I had a good grasp of her legs so I wouldn’t slip out. Bubbles exploded up out of her mouth into my wife’s crotch, causing Mary to wince and then moan with pleasure.
My wife rode the Englishwoman’s face even harder as though determined to make sure the whore was going to get her off while she drowned! At first I saw Dottie grab my wife’s ass, perhaps hoping a good effort on her part might change Mary’s mind? She even appeared to go after my wife’s pussy with great gusto.
I saw Mary tip her head back, moaning and bubbling with pleasure. I couldn’t resist as I eagerly fucked the Englishwoman just as hard as I could. At the same time I reached forward and kissed my wife deeply.
The two of us groped Dottie’s boobs as we enjoyed her sexy, naked body together. But it wasn’t long before the English tart began to struggle a little. Her chest started to heave, her breasts swaying and jerking from contractions originating in her stomach.
Mary didn’t seem to care. She just clamped onto her head even tighter with her thighs so that she couldn’t get away. I continued to thrust good and hard as Dottie’s pussy really began to spasm deliciously from her breathless agony.
There were a bunch of sexy bubbles that spewed up into Mary’s crotch followed by a gurgly cry! That’s when my wife became doubly excited. As she savagely groped Dottie’s tits, I reached out and groped hers!
Dottie suddenly started thrashing about between us, grunting and bubbling and gurgling as her arms flailed wildly. At the same time I felt her pussy furiously milking my cock as though she couldn’t help herself! A moment later I heard my wife bubble, “OH FUCK; SHE’S CUMMING INTO MY PUSSY AGAIN… CUMMING AND DROWNING!”
Mary let out a bubbly scream as she humped Dottie’s face hard with her pussy. At the same time I gave Dottie the fucking of her life until her pussy seemed to go into spasms. My cock swelled and then emptied itself into her womb, which only seemed to intensify her contractions and convulsions.
After several seconds of struggling and thrashing about, the life seemed to drain right out of the Englishwoman. She settled down until she was virtually lifeless between us save for an occasional muscle spasm. Mary continued to grind her pussy hard into Dottie’s face as I thrust nice and slow into the drowned woman’s warm, wet snatch.
We kissed each other deeply in the afterglow of our sexual release, bubbles slipping out of our noses. Then we climbed off her lifeless body. Dottie had this shocked look on her face; a shocked, vacant expression.
Her mouth was open and her tongue peeked out. Her nipples looked harder than I had ever seen them. And to top it all off, there was a streamer of cum leaking out of her well-fucked cunt!
My wife and I both surfaced, panting like crazy. I was a bit alarmed and I pointed at the street walker who by now was slowly descending toward the bottom of the pool. “What about her?” I wanted to know.
“What ABOUT her?” Mary replied as though she couldn’t care less. “She’s a whore, isn’t she? Who’s going to miss another dead whore more or less? She got what she fucking deserved, right? Besides…” and she cozied right up to me, lightly kissing my lips. “Didn’t it feel good fucking her while she drowned?”
“Yeah, I guess it did,” I admitted.
“Besides,” Mary added, “I let you fuck a whore… and that’s GOT to count for something, right honey?”
“Yes, it does,” I told her. Then she pointed down into the water.
“Go get that dildo and shove it up her cunt. It will look like she was getting herself off and she must have had an accident or something. Ok, honey?”
“Ok.” I wasn’t too sure about all this. But after all, we DID have to make it look like an accident if we didn’t want to go to jail.
I dove down toward the bottom, scooped the dildo up off the pool floor and then swam it over to Dottie’s lifeless body. Her vacant eyes stared upward in shock, no doubt having never expected her night of whoring herself out would end like this. I shoved the dildo into her pussy and it went right in, squishing a little.
I swam over, scooped up my swimsuit and then kicked for the surface. I popped up, made for the ladder and then climbed out of the pool. Mary handed me a towel and we dried ourselves off before we put our swimming suits back on.
She looked down into the water and sadly shook her head. “The whore must’ve come down for a swim while we were asleep and drowned herself. Stupid bitch!” Then she smiled at me and took my arm. All I could do was calmly escort her out of the pool area, wondering just who the hell I had married…
(Written for Dottie Sep 11 ’14 by riwa)
(Cover illustration and poser render courtesy of JustPaul)
