“That’s it you little fucker, pump hard!” Slut Girl said.The wife’s face was starting to get red. “Oh my god, I am cumming” said the wife,...“ohhhhhhhh, ahhhhh, I, ah, forgot, ohhh, how good, ohh, this felt”Slut Girl removed the dildo from the wife’s pussy and told the husband to stop now, she moved up the wife’s body and kissed her passionately. “I wanted to make you cum first, as you needed to relax, but now I want your husband to make you scream, with a little help from me”. Slut Girl stood up. .. SAY IT!" she hissed."Hit me." I sobbed."Where baby? Where should I hit you?" she cooed."My pussy!" I pleaded. "Hit my pussy!" How hard sweety pie? I wouldn't want to hurt you." she trailed the belt up and down my mound ever so lightly. I winced as a ferocious surge of desire swept through me."H... H... Hhhhard!" I stuttered. "Hard H... HARD! HIT ME HARD!" I begged.She leered mockingly at me and swung the belt down again. It cracked down against my pussy mound, impacting with a dull splat. As he forced her to tell him of some of their activities, he did the same things to her that the rapists did to her. He tied her down and masturbated her to a climax against her will and laughed as she cried and then erupted in an unwanted climax. To her husband, he was convinced that Louise was indeed a slut. He immediately punished her again for her wantonness. I could see that Louise felt abandoned and untouchable as she relayed her story to me. I arose and moved next to her in the booth. Jim felt the lust building again inside himself. His cock, now pinned under her hip, began to swell once more. The girl's silken wetness greeted his warm hand and he began to rub her clitoris, this time with the intention of getting her on the verge of a climax but not to make her cum. Rubbing, stroking and pinching her clitoris, Daphne was soon writhing on his lap like before. This time, she did not fight the rising heat of desire and gave in willingly. Her full thighs fell open, her.