My wife, Joy, is a nymphomaniac. She loves to fuck anytime any where. She has gotten to where she fucks guys during the day when I am at work and when I come home she tells me how many guys fucked her and filled her full of cum and is usually naked waiting for me to slide my dick in her. I decided one day to see just how for she would go, so I told her to hop in the car and we were going somewhere that would be a surprise for her.
It was surely a surprise when I drove into a seedy part of town where the homeless and hobo's hang out. Joy looked at me and asked "What are we doing here?" I told her that I was going to instruct her in what to do. I had taken a lot of photo's of her fucking and sucking dicks, many of her doing gangbang's, and I told her that if she didn't follow my instructions I would not only post these pics on the internet, but pass them along to her friends and family.
What you are going to have to do is get out of the car, strip naked, pass me your clothes and walk over to those hobos and tell them that you are giving yourself to them for the rest of the afternoon to do with as they like."
Her eyes widened as I told her my demands and she shook her head as I continued.
"You'll obey everything they tell you to do until they decide to stop. If you can do that then I'll take you back and I won't pass these on (showing the photos to her again). It's your choice honey. What's it gonna be?"
She pleaded for a minute but soon realized I was deadly serious and with a glint in her eye she said "OK" and got out of the car. I knew that glint, maybe she was repulsed by what I was blackmailing her to do but she was also turned on by it as well. I knew she would be, I was beginning to realize Joy was not just a nymphomaniac but a pervert as well.
She was wearing a smart cream, business suit, with a matching skirt that stopped just above her stocking clad legs. Her high heels clicked on the deserted pavement as she exited the car and paced alongside the car, obviously working up the courage to begin stripping. The tramps had noticed her getting out of the car and were watching her with interest. She looked at me again but got merely a nod to get on with it in return, to which she responded by shrugging off her jacket. She handed it to me and next to come off was her skirt and heels , leaving her standing there in just her blouse, stockings and underwear. She hesitated again then began to unbutton the blouse. By now the tramps were more than interested in what was going on and were craning for a better view and hollering out encouragement. Then Joy peeled off her blouse and flung it through the car window and I saw that she hadn't been wearing a bra or panties and she stood there, looking slightly embarrassed as I and the tramps scrutinized her. What a slut my wife was! My dick was already hard thinking about what was about to happen.
"And the stockings Joy, let them see the lot" I instructed, and she peeled them off as well.
"Isn't there any other way?" she pleaded with me.
"No."
With that she turned and I had a perfect view of her fine ass heading over toward the vagrants as they yelled to her, her brown hair coming down her back.
"Yeah missy, shake those titties" shouted one of the tramps while another wolf-whistled at her.
She walked up to them and I clearly heard her address all of the men as they lay in their squalor and filth.
"Erm.. Hi, I am Joy and I will do whatever you want me to do" after saying this she stood before them naked as the day she was born waiting for a reaction.
There was a silence for a second that was broken when the oldest, fattest and roughest of the vagrants shouted gruffly "Well hell bitch, you better get down here and suck my cock, it ain't seen nothing like you for a long while."
Joy looked at the tramp in disgust then made one last look towards me in the car, I merely smiled back at her and watched as she wetted her lips and sunk to her knees before him. He was a big man, surprisingly overweight for a vagrant, he wore old and ripped grey trousers and a faded brown overcoat and had a bushy beard which sometimes parted to reveal a mouth missing many of its teeth. It was open and smiling now as my beautiful wife crawled up to him barely able to bring herself to look at him. He was half lying/half sitting on a pile of boxes and made himself busy in untying the string that seemingly held his trousers up. The other tramps looked on amazed and were no doubt kicking themselves they hadn't spoken up first but this guy seemed to be the unofficial leader of them, besides, I thought, you'll all get your fill of the my slut.
After some fumbling the string came loose in his hands and he pushed them down and a semi-erect cock jumped up. It looked, from where I sat twenty feet away to be pretty sizeable. It also looked to be extremely hairy and dirty and I guessed from the way Joy recoiled with a look of revulsion on her face it smelled pretty bad. ‘Good' I thought, eager to see if Joy was as slutty and kinky as I thought she was.
"Come on missy, suck it, get it nice and hard for me to stick it in your cunt" he had a harsh demanding voice that I knew would annoy Joy and enjoyed watching her kneel there, ready to take the plunge.
I watched Joy's head dip down and saw his thick member disappear into her bright red lips. I watched as the vagrant reached down, placed his big hands on the back of her head and pulled her mouth further onto his cock, a big grin evident on his face. I knew how that would annoy her, she always liked being in control and here she was getting it whichever way this street gang wanted. His greasy hands dug into her beautiful brown hair and pushed her mouth further onto his dick.
By now the other tramps were getting over their initial wariness and I could see one move behind my wife and begin to let his fingers roam all over her ******* backside and eventually they started to probe her holes, gaining an immediate reaction from my wife as she writhed at their touch and penetration. The other two were getting their dicks out in readiness of being serviced by this hot nymphomaniac slut. They cut a very grubby bunch, their torn clothes, and their unkempt appearance.
I pretty much knew that Joy's body would be lapping this up. She was already reacting like she wanted more tramp dick inside her.
The tramp who was roughly mouth-fucking Joy had now changed his grip of her head so that his right hand was wound around, and pulling at her brown hair, forcibly pistoning her mouth onto his dick. He provided all the momentum, treating her pretty much like a sex doll. Each thrust was pushing his dick further down her throat until only his hairy balls were visible and Joy's head looked to be glued to his groin. I saw that he had kept one hand on her head and moved the other to around her throat and was gagging her with his big dick. Suddenly he released his grip and she came loose coughing and spluttering and gasping for breathe. She hardly got a chance to get it though as he quickly rammed his filthy cock back down her throat and resumed fucking it.
"Goddamn! This cunt's soaking wet" announced one of the other tramps busy fingering her.
"Well fuck her then, you heard her, she want's it" shouted the leader as he mouth fucked my sexy wife.
At that the last vestiges of shyness left the others and one slid under my wife and slotted his penis into her cunt while a third pulled her ass cheeks apart and with no lubrication jammed his cock into her asshole. I honestly wondered who was getting off more: my slut of a wife or the tramps as they established a punishing rhythm of fucking her three holes airtight.
So in amongst the slum surroundings of a filthy back alleyway I watched my wife take three tramps in her holes and more waited for their shot at her. The two in her ass and pussy seemed to come at the same time and I watched their shapes contract in ecstasy as the came inside her . Two others replaced them but the leader kept on fucking and gagging Joy relentlessly until finally he pulled his big dick from her gasping mouth and sprayed a spectacular load of white cum all over her face so that it ran down her beautiful face in five or six hot lines, dripping to the dirty ground below.
Joy knelt there gasping to catch her breath and the two tramps continued to fuck her. Joy had the leaders dick back in her mouth and he was telling her "Lick it *****, lick it clean. That's it.
Words that brought a smile to my face. A smile that only grew as it became evident that my pretty wife was doing exactly as instructed. The tramp fucking her ass kept up a hard and fast pace that bounced her face deeper and deeper onto the leader's dick and he encouraged her with the coarsest language imaginable.
"That's it you filthy, rich gutter trawling slut, lick my dick, lick it. Yes! That's it get that little tongue of yours all around my dick and lick the cum from it."
It must have seemed an eternity that Joy spent down there to her but in reality it was just ten minutes. However, for some reason all the other tramps wanted the same and Joy spent the best part of the next hour, sucking many dicks, while being constantly fucked in her pussy and ass. And do you know what? By the end of that time I could tell that Joy was enjoying herself , her nymphomaniac body controlling her. It all came to a finish when the last dick was licked and they told her to kneel as the five tramps still there circled her, each one's trousers off or around their ankles.
It was surely a surprise when I drove into a seedy part of town where the homeless and hobo's hang out. Joy looked at me and asked "What are we doing here?" I told her that I was going to instruct her in what to do. I had taken a lot of photo's of her fucking and sucking dicks, many of her doing gangbang's, and I told her that if she didn't follow my instructions I would not only post these pics on the internet, but pass them along to her friends and family.
What you are going to have to do is get out of the car, strip naked, pass me your clothes and walk over to those hobos and tell them that you are giving yourself to them for the rest of the afternoon to do with as they like."
Her eyes widened as I told her my demands and she shook her head as I continued.
"You'll obey everything they tell you to do until they decide to stop. If you can do that then I'll take you back and I won't pass these on (showing the photos to her again). It's your choice honey. What's it gonna be?"
She pleaded for a minute but soon realized I was deadly serious and with a glint in her eye she said "OK" and got out of the car. I knew that glint, maybe she was repulsed by what I was blackmailing her to do but she was also turned on by it as well. I knew she would be, I was beginning to realize Joy was not just a nymphomaniac but a pervert as well.
She was wearing a smart cream, business suit, with a matching skirt that stopped just above her stocking clad legs. Her high heels clicked on the deserted pavement as she exited the car and paced alongside the car, obviously working up the courage to begin stripping. The tramps had noticed her getting out of the car and were watching her with interest. She looked at me again but got merely a nod to get on with it in return, to which she responded by shrugging off her jacket. She handed it to me and next to come off was her skirt and heels , leaving her standing there in just her blouse, stockings and underwear. She hesitated again then began to unbutton the blouse. By now the tramps were more than interested in what was going on and were craning for a better view and hollering out encouragement. Then Joy peeled off her blouse and flung it through the car window and I saw that she hadn't been wearing a bra or panties and she stood there, looking slightly embarrassed as I and the tramps scrutinized her. What a slut my wife was! My dick was already hard thinking about what was about to happen.
"And the stockings Joy, let them see the lot" I instructed, and she peeled them off as well.
"Isn't there any other way?" she pleaded with me.
"No."
With that she turned and I had a perfect view of her fine ass heading over toward the vagrants as they yelled to her, her brown hair coming down her back.
"Yeah missy, shake those titties" shouted one of the tramps while another wolf-whistled at her.
She walked up to them and I clearly heard her address all of the men as they lay in their squalor and filth.
"Erm.. Hi, I am Joy and I will do whatever you want me to do" after saying this she stood before them naked as the day she was born waiting for a reaction.
There was a silence for a second that was broken when the oldest, fattest and roughest of the vagrants shouted gruffly "Well hell bitch, you better get down here and suck my cock, it ain't seen nothing like you for a long while."
Joy looked at the tramp in disgust then made one last look towards me in the car, I merely smiled back at her and watched as she wetted her lips and sunk to her knees before him. He was a big man, surprisingly overweight for a vagrant, he wore old and ripped grey trousers and a faded brown overcoat and had a bushy beard which sometimes parted to reveal a mouth missing many of its teeth. It was open and smiling now as my beautiful wife crawled up to him barely able to bring herself to look at him. He was half lying/half sitting on a pile of boxes and made himself busy in untying the string that seemingly held his trousers up. The other tramps looked on amazed and were no doubt kicking themselves they hadn't spoken up first but this guy seemed to be the unofficial leader of them, besides, I thought, you'll all get your fill of the my slut.
After some fumbling the string came loose in his hands and he pushed them down and a semi-erect cock jumped up. It looked, from where I sat twenty feet away to be pretty sizeable. It also looked to be extremely hairy and dirty and I guessed from the way Joy recoiled with a look of revulsion on her face it smelled pretty bad. ‘Good' I thought, eager to see if Joy was as slutty and kinky as I thought she was.
"Come on missy, suck it, get it nice and hard for me to stick it in your cunt" he had a harsh demanding voice that I knew would annoy Joy and enjoyed watching her kneel there, ready to take the plunge.
I watched Joy's head dip down and saw his thick member disappear into her bright red lips. I watched as the vagrant reached down, placed his big hands on the back of her head and pulled her mouth further onto his cock, a big grin evident on his face. I knew how that would annoy her, she always liked being in control and here she was getting it whichever way this street gang wanted. His greasy hands dug into her beautiful brown hair and pushed her mouth further onto his dick.
By now the other tramps were getting over their initial wariness and I could see one move behind my wife and begin to let his fingers roam all over her ******* backside and eventually they started to probe her holes, gaining an immediate reaction from my wife as she writhed at their touch and penetration. The other two were getting their dicks out in readiness of being serviced by this hot nymphomaniac slut. They cut a very grubby bunch, their torn clothes, and their unkempt appearance.
I pretty much knew that Joy's body would be lapping this up. She was already reacting like she wanted more tramp dick inside her.
The tramp who was roughly mouth-fucking Joy had now changed his grip of her head so that his right hand was wound around, and pulling at her brown hair, forcibly pistoning her mouth onto his dick. He provided all the momentum, treating her pretty much like a sex doll. Each thrust was pushing his dick further down her throat until only his hairy balls were visible and Joy's head looked to be glued to his groin. I saw that he had kept one hand on her head and moved the other to around her throat and was gagging her with his big dick. Suddenly he released his grip and she came loose coughing and spluttering and gasping for breathe. She hardly got a chance to get it though as he quickly rammed his filthy cock back down her throat and resumed fucking it.
"Goddamn! This cunt's soaking wet" announced one of the other tramps busy fingering her.
"Well fuck her then, you heard her, she want's it" shouted the leader as he mouth fucked my sexy wife.
At that the last vestiges of shyness left the others and one slid under my wife and slotted his penis into her cunt while a third pulled her ass cheeks apart and with no lubrication jammed his cock into her asshole. I honestly wondered who was getting off more: my slut of a wife or the tramps as they established a punishing rhythm of fucking her three holes airtight.
So in amongst the slum surroundings of a filthy back alleyway I watched my wife take three tramps in her holes and more waited for their shot at her. The two in her ass and pussy seemed to come at the same time and I watched their shapes contract in ecstasy as the came inside her . Two others replaced them but the leader kept on fucking and gagging Joy relentlessly until finally he pulled his big dick from her gasping mouth and sprayed a spectacular load of white cum all over her face so that it ran down her beautiful face in five or six hot lines, dripping to the dirty ground below.
Joy knelt there gasping to catch her breath and the two tramps continued to fuck her. Joy had the leaders dick back in her mouth and he was telling her "Lick it *****, lick it clean. That's it.
Words that brought a smile to my face. A smile that only grew as it became evident that my pretty wife was doing exactly as instructed. The tramp fucking her ass kept up a hard and fast pace that bounced her face deeper and deeper onto the leader's dick and he encouraged her with the coarsest language imaginable.
"That's it you filthy, rich gutter trawling slut, lick my dick, lick it. Yes! That's it get that little tongue of yours all around my dick and lick the cum from it."
It must have seemed an eternity that Joy spent down there to her but in reality it was just ten minutes. However, for some reason all the other tramps wanted the same and Joy spent the best part of the next hour, sucking many dicks, while being constantly fucked in her pussy and ass. And do you know what? By the end of that time I could tell that Joy was enjoying herself , her nymphomaniac body controlling her. It all came to a finish when the last dick was licked and they told her to kneel as the five tramps still there circled her, each one's trousers off or around their ankles.
