Chapter 4 - Punished and stabbed

Annalisa, now in refined black lingerie, was moving around the couch, checking the sincere shyness of that weird character, half politician, half school girl. Silence was reigning in the room, save for the sound of her heels, clicking on the hardwood floor. After having studied him thoroughly feeling him up, as if she were thinking on the best punishment for him, Annalisa picked up a thin flexible cane.
- I'm sorry love, but I have to do something about you. – She whispered. – For your own sake, I need to teach you the lesson you deserve... you're too much of a slot, it's not okay!
She continued, prodding at his butt cheeks with her fingers, while he/she just couldn't help not moving, visibly uncomfortable and afraid.
- I decided, I'll give you fifty, do you think you can take them?
- I... think so, Mistress. – he said, after thinking about it.
- Should I tie you up? Or will you  be good and obedient?
- I'll be good, Mistress, I swear!
- You know there's the dog here... you know it will see you while you get beaten up: are you up for it?
- Yes, I need to resist, okay, Mistress! – The man's voice was almost whiny. I don't know why, but I became sure that for him, getting beaten up in front of me was yet another means of pleasure... maybe he wanted to show off his skills in getting beaten. What a fool: I didn't care about his games at all. I was only hoping I'd get to fuck Annalisa, dressed up as she was, pulling her on my dick from the ribbons of her stockings, until they'd break.
My ex-wife, unexpectedly, jumped to the door, suddenly opening it: nobody was there. Of course, she wanted to check no one was watching... She really looked after her "chump"; it was clear that the two had an intimate and deep relationship.
- Everything is fine, my little girl, nobody will know how much you get beaten up, happy? It will be our secret...
My beautiful lady really know how to handle him, I sat on the bed, hoping that useless play would end soon, and we'd start actually fucking.
- Let's start standing... when I'll see your knees giving in, I'll make you kneel! Ready... – the little man put his hands behind his head; tapping with the crop, made him spread his legs slightly.
Then she took her place. She was wonderful, her long legs spread out; ready to hit, calm like an officer. She started vibrating the crop on his ass, still lightly red, as if she was testing the area she'd be destroying.
- Now, count! – she said, harshly... and started! The first lash was pitiless. The crop was flexible, maliciously. The main stroke was on the butt, it hit perfectly the two
 
butt cheeks, but the cane was long, the tip was a few inches ahead; so, as an effect from the lashing, it cut through the air like a viper darting forward, and drove painfully into his hip, leaving a bad red mark, 
small, yet precise. Basically, every lash, whipped like this, was like two.
The flogging lasted several minutes. The man took more than twenty strokes standing and then, seeing as he was tired and his legs were shivering, she made him kneel on the carpet... but as soon as he did, she resumed beating at him badly, until his ass was covered by an intricate design of livid stripes, crossing over one another.
- You've been great! – My ex-wife told him, radiant, then she addressed me, – Did you see, slave, how good he was? – I answered positively, to avoid getting kicked again, as she approached me. She took my cock between her fingers and told me, hasty:
- Come on now, make it hard, it's your turn... try to be useful! – She took a lubricating ointment from the night stand, and started working on the old man's butt, as he was still kneeling on the floor, drying his tears; it would probably take him a while to regain his strength after the beating. Annalisa, quickly took his underwear off and threw them on the bed, then, she knelt down on the carpet, where he was still kneeling, doggy style, and she assumed the same position. She was using her hands to get a hold on the bed's headboard, spreading her knees, on the man's hips. Her slit, spread by the position, was standing open and inviting: she was completely shaved. Her calm yet vibrating voice came in softly:
- Come, slave, lick everything, and try to get your cock hard, we need it. – She liked bossing me around, I could feel it, she was full of libido as she was talking, more and more aroused. I didn't give her the time to repeat herself and, trying not to touch the old man, I went down on that beautiful woman, licking her; I was diving in with all my mouth in her labia, wide open, pushing with my chin, so that my tongue could go further, like a small pointed dick. Then I went up, just enough to get into her anus, which was soft and yielding, and my mind all the thrusts I had given to that small hole came rushing back. All the times I stayed there, spreading my semen into her intestine... I was young, my dick could stay hard even after I'd cum, and she enjoyed it, keeping on masturbating forever.
Now Annalisa was talking slower, with a rougher and lower voice:
- My man is allowing you to lick me, slave... pleasure me. You need to thank him, he's the one whose giving me to you... you're nobody... he's issuing the orders. Even to me, if he wants to offer my body to a new cock. – Kindly, addressing him: – Where do you want me to get fucked, honey?
The man, from beneath, horny from what was happening on his back, slowly said:
- In the ass, Mistress, let him into your ass!
- Oh, you pig, you want revenge, don't you? – Then, talking to me, as I was enjoying myself, – Did you hear? It's your lucky day: put in behind, but careful!
 
I couldn't ask for more. Now I'd forgotten all my fears, everything seemed easier and I wasn't even thinking of Marisa... screw her!
The adrenalin of that situation was exciting me more than anything else, I felt used and, even though she was talking to me like a "slave", and seemed to try and look at the politician's disposal, in reality, it was quite the contrary!
The so called alpha male, the real dominator of the scene, was me. Me, with my 
big dick, standing out over them, crouching beneath me, ass on ass; kneeling in the adoring wait for my penis that, as a magic wand, a ritual shaft, was dominating them, and was about to subdue them with penetration.

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Those two didn't know who I was, and didn't care... my dick was all they wanted. My glans jumped at the thought.
Annalisa had probably already thought of how it would have played out, she pushed back, bringing her butt right above his. The two asses were extremely different: the old man's hips were low, and the butt cheeks were almost flat, but the glowing red strips which marked him, making him all the more subdued, were somehow stimulating, in other words, it didn't disgust me. Above, crouching on him, was my ex-wife, and her unrivalled ass. I lubricated it further, spitting inside, and she jumped.
I stood on my toes to get the height right then, as usual, I grabbed my dick, to direct it towards the hole. I slipped my gland into the sphincter right away, to stretch it; then I stopped, to avoid forcing it.
I knew her well, and I was sure she had recognized me, despite the mask; I also knew the effect that anal penetration would have had on her psyche. This time wouldn't have been any different... I was sure.
She was tightening her thighs firmly against him, and her wet pussy was pressing on his back. On my side, after a few minutes rotating around delicately, I started going in, slow, but unstoppable. I could feel the walls of her intestine giving in, and even though I could her complaining moans, I put it all in, up to my balls. Then, once we were as one, I stopped and grabbed her, bringing her to me, sweetly, seizing her boobs, which hanged on the shoulders of the politician.
As if I had put a new soul inside her, the authoritative woman, the almost violent and aggressive tiger, transformed, becoming an innocent mare, slave to the pleasure. Now, Annalisa was sweet, surrendering; she kept moaning out little screams and lovely puffs, and she gave in, without making any resistance with her anus.
I thrust inside her for a long time, with a rhythmic pace, as every once in a while, lingering and remissive, she let out sweet words: "Oooh, yes"; "fuck my ass; oh, yes!"; "break me!"
Time had stopped in the room, and now everything was quiet once more.
At the centre of the wide entrance, on the large carpet, our show of depravation kept on playing. The little, old man, on his knees, face down on the floor, understood, by the contact on his flesh, what was going on on his back. Happy in his submission, he enjoyed our pleasure, thanks to the contact with Annalisa's breasts and spread thighs, and he didn't complain when my balls clapped against his ass.
- Hey... now... – she said, in a low voice – pleasure my friend a bit, open his ass, come on! – She was really excited, and was about to cum, she had slipped one hand beneath, and was playing her fingers on her clitoris. The man jumped slightly, maybe he was afraid, or maybe he was happy his turn was up.
 
My dick gave in slightly, and I was afraid it would go limp; I had to resist, even though I wouldn't enjoy doing that to an old man. I got out of her reluctantly, and I knelt on the man's shoulders, I started stroking my glans to regain my erection.
Luckily, Annalisa didn't leave, so I dived my mouth in her holes, now even her anus was wide and soft to my tongue, voluptuous.
Without thinking about it too much, I directed my rod towards those uninviting butt cheeks, I pushed its head against his anus, which was smooth and soft too, he had probably already taken it from behind, or maybe he had prepared, alone, stretching it with something. He knew his way about it. He completely relaxed, and pushing with his stomach, as if he had to defecate, reached his maximum state of relaxation. He was already lubricated: in a few moments, his ass swallowed half my dick, and soon after, took all of it.
He was doing everything on his own, and was climaxing like crazy, he kept on pushing against me; going up and down, helping himself with his toes, well, he was enjoying it. That extreme scene had its effect on me as well, distracted by Annalisa's beautiful shapes, I didn't care any more, and my member grew excessively.
I wasn't feeling disgusts for putting it in a man's ass, on the contrary, I felt like a true dominator, subjecting his victim, besides, doing it in front of her, enchanted by the power of the thrusts I was inflicting on that little man, was a true delight for the senses.
- Don't cum, – she said – let's go on the bed, now.
Without any problems, I took it out and stood, waiting for her decisions; now I only wanted to cum, soon.
- Come on, – she started – here. My ex-wife took the man by his hand, and made him lie down on the bed, diagonally, then it was her turn, as she lied down above him, in the 69 position:
- Come, you, come here and fuck, come on! – now, after the pleasure I'd given her taking her from behind, I knew her authoritative attitude was just an act, to make the old man feel good. I accepted the offer, and stood at the side of the bed, I pulled a little Annalisa, to me, by her bent legs, and put it inside her right away, she was that wet.
I understood her game: she wanted the other man see how I fucked her, and maybe enjoy, with his tongue, her pussy and my scrotum, which was quite swollen. By now, I wasn't doing anything for me, I was doing everything for sex, I assumed a rhythmic pace, putting my hands on her hips, then on her butt cheeks, starting a classic fuck movement. I focused, to avoid coming right away, I wanted to wait for her... so, whenever I felt my orgasm coming up, I pulled out, to avoid getting lost in her. The old man was taking advantage of this from below, licking my penis and trying to capture it in his mouth. His games however, couldn't compete with Annalisa's wonderful uterus. My heartbeats calmed down, and the intense feelings were lost, transforming me, yet again, in something mechanic, who fucked for money.

To the end...
She was ready and confused, in that limb's tangle, and started with her climax... she sucked on the politician's little dick, as he reciprocated working her clit, meanwhile I thrust; I was all sweaty!
After a few minutes, she was still climaxing, her pleasure inflamed, as she felt I was cumming.
I decided to earn my pay, giving the politician unique sensations, I pulled my dick out, and hit it three times with my hand, a cumshot shot on his mouth right away, making him crazy, then I got back in the woman's pussy and released everything else inside her, like a warm syringe. When my penis had lost hardness, I finally pulled out from her, tired but content, but he held me by my legs, grabbing tigthly on them, and took it in his mouth, to wash it carefully. I let him, I liked it as he sucked upon my limp dick, it was a delightful and relaxing sensation.
Meanwhile, cum and other fluids were coming out of Annalisa, dripping on his face, humiliating him. My wife had cum several times, and raised her chest, I took her breasts from behind, and she didn't resist. As the old man kept working our genitals, ecstatic in his pleasure, he jerked off quickly. We waited for him, with not rush, we pitied him a bit. He gave a series of quick strokes, and then stopped, as if he was tired... and then resumed. Meanwhile, he worked on our sex organs, he was all soiled; with eyes closed, he resumed his work, then stopped, then resumed. The silence in the room was palpable and we were waiting patiently, without distracting him from his secret fantasies. It took him a while, but in the end, arching his back and mooing, he came on his belly, spurting on and moaning for a few minutes.

They probably thought I'd be offended, or maybe even humiliated, but they left the room as if in a hurry.
The important man got out first, Annalisa instead lingered for a moment, to leave a stack of bills under the lamp on the night stand, she looked at me scornful, now all dressed up, as I was still naked wearing that idiot killer mask. I didn't have the time to wonder once again if she'd recognized me, because she cleared that right up:
- We're leaving... I left double what we had agreed on, trailer trash – she laughed, hatefully – tell your mistress you satisfied us. I'll give you a tip: forget everything... don't talk about this, even to her, this man is powerful; outside the bedroom he's more dangerous than a shark.
She slipped by me, without deigning me with a look, but between her teeth, she whispered:
- You're still trailer trash, but as always, I have to admit you fuck divinely...
The last thing I'd heard from her, was the sound of her heels, leaving, in the hallway.