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Thread: To Love, Cherish And Obey: From Elegant Wife To Decadent Whore (Quix & Jolie)

The thought of men bidding to fuck her sent an image of her dressed to kill, a short, hip-hugging skirt, so short her panties would flash if she so much as took a few steps, a bell-baring top, tight against her breasts, tall-five inch fuck-me-pumps and she couldnt help but blink as she thought of herself as some trash whore walking the streets. A tiny smile twitched at the corners of her mouth and her fingers tightened around her husbands cock. She rose her lips upward and kissed him, the lipstick and soft warmth of her lips surrendering to his passion as he tasted her, his tongue slipped into her mouth, and she moaned as she felt him hardening further in her hand. No, Noli thought to herself. She would be a cheap whore, shed be a high class escort, perfectly coiffed and elegantly dressed, bought and paid for by some rich guy. When he broke the kiss and said, tasting my merchandise, Noli moaned in ecstasy. She felt a hot flash of need as he bit her lip, his fingers on her panties, finding her wet, hot pussy. Oh baby, treat me like a whore, she said huskily and then spread her thighs wider, so that he could access her body better. Id have to fuck a lot of men to earn a million dollars, she teased him. Then she bit her lip, eyes full of laughter. Be my first John, but please dont tell my husband. She guided the cock in her hand toward her pussy, shifting her hips. Leaning her face against his chest, she gently bit his nipple, teasing it through his shirt. Rocking her hips, she added, My husbands my pimp and he can be deliciously, wonderfully cruel if I dont earn enough for him. God, Noli loved her husband and this role play she was indulging in was getting her hot and wet and oh-so eager to be fucked hard. She felt the knob of his shaft against her pussy. Oh why am I wearing underwear, she burst out with frustration.
Thread: To Love, Cherish And Obey: From Elegant Wife To Decadent Whore (Quix & Jolie)

The images that went through Cam's mind were neither of his wife in trashy street-whore clothes, or in some exorbitantly expensive and elegant cocktail gown. In fact, in her husbands imagining's, his wife wasn't wearing a stitch. However, the men were, and there plenty of them. His male colleagues those who on social occasions, and in her presence, all treated his wife with respect and courtesy, but immediately her back was turned, stole not so subtle glances at her ass and tits, and spoke amongst themselves in shared whispers about what each would love to do with her body. Or to her body. Cam could envision them all seated in the Boardroom, dressed in their Armani suits and ties, discussing trial strategy and casually drinking coffee, as if having a naked woman bent over, and spread-eagled on the oak conference table with legs and arms cuffed, available for use in front of her smiling husband each telling him how lucky he was to have such a hot bitch for a wife as they ravaged her whenever the urge struck, or they required some stress relief, was an everyday event. Every man had his fantasies, and not all of them needed to be shared with his significant other. A gasp left his lips both at the vivid image, and the feel of Noli's wet pussy under his fingertips. He quickly pressed her body against the wall, and slipped his tongue into her mouth as his cock throbbed in her hand. One palm gripped her waist to keep her in place, and the man groaned into the kiss, with her words burning in his ears. How many would you have to fuck, baby? Five? Ten? A hundred? More? His eyes closed at the sensation of her teeth on his nipple, and his entire body shuddered when she pressed his engorged head to her wet folds. Is that true, does your husband know you're a whore, Mrs Delaney? A cheap slut? The man's voice was husky as he shifted to spread her open, and he'd pushed himself an inch into Noli's slippery cunt when she burst out in frustration. You're right, sluts don't need panties. Cameron's hand dropped to hook into the band of her underwear, which had been pulled over her hips to allow access, and he tore them completely away from her body the sound of ripping fabric almost drowned out by the loud moan of pleasure which immediately followed as he sank every inch of his pulsing shaft inside her. Cam's eyes burnt dark with lust as, with his cock buried to the hilt in his wife's pussy, he locked them on Noli, and withdrew so that just his tip remained between her lips. What if it's a lie, and your husband doesn't really want to share you? Simultaneously, as he asked the question, Cam reached for Noli's wrists, jerked her arms above her head, and drove his entire length back into her with increased urgency. The man's breathing was heavy with exertion and arousal as he pinned her arms to the plaster, and held her gaze. If he preferred you keep this hot cunt spread only for him. What would he do? The Lawyer's tone had lost any sense of teasing as he paused, then pulled his hips back, and almost split Noli in half with his next thrust. How cruel could he be?
Thread: To Love, Cherish And Obey: From Elegant Wife To Decadent Whore (Quix & Jolie)

If Noli had known the dark path her husbands imagination was leading him, she would likely have gone up like a pile of dry autumn leaves hit by a late fall thunderstorm. As it was, her body was already hot and ready as he pushed her against the wall with a delicious amount of force, his mouth possessing her lips while he probed her damp womanly center with one hand. When his lips pulled away, leaving her feeling bruised and breathless, she gasped as she heard him teasing her about how many men she would fuck. She shuddered and tried to focus on his words as he slipped down and took control of her nipple with his teeth, a wonderful flash of pain sparking outward as he bit gently down. God, how could she think? Yes, she finally said huskily. She didnt quite know what she was saying yes to, only that she didnt have a no in her right now. Yes, she was a cheap slut? Yes, her husband knew? Yes, shed fuck a hundred men? Her red hair was practically standing up as he ground her against the wall, static electricity crackling between them. Trying to focus, her eyes looked almost glazed as she felt her underwear being pulled down, ripping, and then he was sliding into her hot fuck tunnel. Id fuck hundreds, hed be cruel, my pimp, hed force me if I said no, she moaned out and then twisted her slender hips so that she could feel his thick cock grinding inside her. She was on fire as she rocked and twisted underneath him. If it was a lie, hed punish me, she said, panting as she wrapped her hands around his back and pulled him tighter against her. Hed be a cruel, dominant, take charge bastard, she said and then ground her lips against his, her tongue invading and dancing against his own. This was an outrageous conversation, she was having with her husband. And it wasnt helping with the fact that they were now deeply in debt. But she didnt truly care, not as long as she could feel like this. Hed spank me until I cried, she said, a note of longing in her voice, tell me I was a bad girl. Noli had never been the kind of girl who was shy about letting a man know what she wanted. It was only with her husband that shed suppressed her wilder personality. But it was slipping out now and she might have to pay the price later, but for now, she wanted to be fucked hard and fast and all night long. Her right foot stroked his lower calf, while she balanced on her left foot. She felt so close to her husband, she trusted him enough to tell him what she wanted now.
Thread: To Love, Cherish And Obey: From Elegant Wife To Decadent Whore (Quix & Jolie)

The fantasies which went through Cam's mind were just that fantasies, and the fact that they'd never be brought to reality was the reason he allowed them free reign. If only wives were aware of the wild imaginings their spouses had. The words which Noli spoke, as he pinned her to the wall, invaded her mouth with his tongue, and groaned hotly when he sunk his cock into her dripping slit were only words. One's issued in a manner that he'd never previously heard slip from her lips, but in the end it was all just a game between husband and wife. Whether Noli played it that night to deliberately to take his mind off Declyn Murphy and the monetary loss, or it was driven by her own innermost fantasies, he didn't care. All he knew that it had him so aroused that he'd be unable to stop, even if he'd wanted to. He hand released her wrist, and his lust-filled eyes drifted to her lips, as he roughly grabbed a fistful of hair at the nape of her neck. He'd punish you, like the cheap slut you are. The man moaned as he drove his length deeper. Bend you over, and whip you until you begged him to stop. Another thrust, and he jerked her head back harshly to expose the full column of her neck. Would you beg for him, whore? Cam's mouth found the skin of her throat, as he slammed his erection in and out of his wife. Eyes lifted to find hers, then he bit down on the flesh, almost hard enough to draw blood, and groaned with pleasure and exertion, as with his shaft buried balls-deep inside her tight, wet tunnel, his fingers tugged harshly at her tresses. He nipped her again, then his head lowered. The fabric of her dress still covered her breasts, but her erect nipples were visible through the material, and his teeth clamped down on one, as they had on her throat. He'd make you beg for his cock. On your knees, where a filthy, cheating bitch like you belongs. The words were spoken between pants and groans, as Cam's body lifted back up, and his tongue slipped back into her mouth. His face was flushed, and the man's forehead shone with sweat, as he penetrated her with ever more urgent thrusts. Then, he suddenly released his grip of her hair, and took hold of her elbow. The idea of spanking his wife until she cried was anathema to him, he'd never wish to deliberately cause Noli true pain, either emotional or physical. Or that's what he told himself as he withdrew and pulled her off the wall. On your knees, whore. However, it didn't stop his palm slapping a butt cheek with more force than it ever had before, after he'd thrown her face down over the edge of their plush leather sofa, and hiked her dress up over her waist. His palm cracked against the soft skin of her ass for a second time, And spread your fucking legs, then he reached for her thighs, and began to drag Noli into position wanting his wife's knees on the floor, with her ass in the air. Cameron wasn't sure what had brought about this little scene, as he awaited her to accede to his order, but of one thing he was certain. He and Noli would need to play it out again.
Thread: 29/married white f - for chatting some fantasies

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Thread: 29/married white f - for chatting some fantasies

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Thread: 29/married white f - for chatting some fantasies

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Thread: 29/married white f - for chatting some fantasies

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Thread: 29/married white f - for chatting some fantasies

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Thread: 29/married white f - for chatting some fantasies

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Thread: 29/married white f - for chatting some fantasies

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Thread: 29/married white f - for chatting some fantasies

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Thread: 29/married white f - for chatting some fantasies

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Thread: 29/married white f - for chatting some fantasies

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Thread: 29/married white f - for chatting some fantasies

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Thread: Let Them Bleed (Broomhandle45 and Ms Catailia)

Brenwood was probably one of the most boring cities you could live in, unless you tried really hard to live somewhere even worse. Twenty thousand people, whose best claim to fame was having two Wal-Marts and a Chinese buffet that won best restaurant in the city for the past four years. It was, after all...one of them sleepy little places that had a police force that seemed more familiar with writing tickets than handling actual problems. Which is why when the problems actually did start, it was a mess. Some guy at the warehouse that John worked in had gone home a few weeks ago and murdered his wife with a hammer, horrible shit. Made even worse by the fact that nobody knew until a few days later when nobody had heard from her, and she was still on the floor with her face like a crushed watermelon. That wasn't the end of it, though...not by a mile. Sexual assaults were up, something that had never happened in Brenwood before, the list went on. People were beside themselves with fear, claiming the police was doing nothing to stop the corruption. Protesting had been going on for the past few days, it was just fucking nuts. Guess they were starting to get big city problems. John slipped out of his truck with a weary sigh, hand slipping through his close cut hair. He probably looked like hell, wasn't much of a surprise for that. He was probably handsome, somewhere. But he was currently fighting the effects of a bad shade of five o'clock shadow. But there was still a strong jawline in there, and a pair of sharp green eyes. His military figure had never honestly left, but that's what backbreaking warehouse crap will do to you. All he wanted right now was a chance to fill up his tank, get something to eat and go home and sleep. Not that gas station food was fine dining, but it was better than nothing, and he was too tired to care right now. The gas station was a little crammed today, which was a little surprising. Guess it made sense, about four blocks down put you at the police station. Of course, he noticed as he walked in that people just seemed irritable. The whole situation had turned the entire town upside down, and nobody knew how to handle it. John had wondered why he didn't give a shit, but maybe that was just how he was. So much so, in fact...that someone moving past him had bumped into John's shoulder and the man turned on him like he had punched his child. Watch where the fuck you're going, you greasy fuck. the man muttered viciously, before heading to the counter. Excuse me, John muttered under his breath, grabbing a drink from the back racks. Jesus, everyone was acting like goddamn rabid animals. The hell was going on?
Thread: Let Them Bleed (Broomhandle45 and Ms Catailia)

Meh, John mumbled. I don't see the point, really. I just want to go home and sleep, he said, glancing at her. She was pretty, even if the word sounded a little childish off the top of his head. But pretty was a good word for it, it probably helped that she didn't look so furious. There was a lot of reason to be angry, to be fair...but John hadn't seen such a consistent, boiling anger in a long time. He was grateful for the fact that he carried, but that was currently out in his truck. Just what was the endgame, here? What did they think all of this social freeze was going to do? Wonder why she wasn't acting so nuts, maybe she had a brain between those ears. Guess it was nice to talk to someone who didn't seem to have an endless line of vitriol over the lazy and corrupt police force. Which didn't seem that all corrupt to him. Had he really gotten so anti-social?
Thread: Let Them Bleed (Broomhandle45 and Ms Catailia)

Going home and getting some sleep did sounds like a great idea. Maybe tomorrow things would calm down in town, but she doubted it. Everyday seemed to get worse. I will be doing the same, she said with a slight laugh before her eyes caught some commotion in the window behind him. What the hell... She made her way to the window, trying to see what everyone was starting to scream about. There was a large crowd beginning to form in the middle of the street, up just a little ways from gas station. People were yelling at each other and there was some shoving. Rene felt like the tension was thick, the slightest thing might set off the crowd. She wasn't prepared for what happened next though. She could hear squealing from tires just beyond the crowd. For a moment she thought someone decided to leave in a hurry but to her shock she realized how wrong she was. Her eyes widened in horror as she watched people begin to scream in terror. She wasn't exactly sure but it looked as though bodies were flying into the air. Then suddenly the crowd parted as a car came crashing through. The driver must have been at 50 mph as the car came through the crowd and slammed into the building just across the street from the gas station. She flinched as she watched the force of the car crumple against the building. A person who had been caught on the front bumper was crushed in half as the car bounced back from the building before settling on the sidewalk. There was blood everywhere. Bodies littered the street like dolls on a playroom floor. She doubted the driver survived the hit to the building. Everything felt like it froze for a moment, in that moment. She couldn't comprehend what she just watched. Rene felt her heart pounding in her chest. All at once, as if the crowd had been waiting the whole time for one last horrific thing to happen, everyone collectively lost it. The madness began. People started brawling in the street, others started breaking store windows. The town filled with the roar of hundreds of angry people. She couldn't believe no one was trying to help those that got injured, killed, by the driver. She was in a state of shock as she watched one of the injured get up and drag their clearly broken leg towards the crowd of people. She watched as the man punched someone. What the hell was going on? She brought a hand to cover her mouth, not knowing how else to react. She couldn't take her eyes off these mad people. It felt like she was watching a movie, it was all too unreal. Then it hit closer to home. She heard people fight and turned her attention to the angry man from earlier and the cashier fighting behind the counter. A moment later she flinched as she heard a gun shot ring out through out the store. The angry man stood up from behind the counter, covered in blood. He was looking down at something at his feet, the cashier, and fired the gun over and over again, continuing to fire even after all the bullets ran out. He seemed just as stuck as she was. She just stared. She couldn't get her body to move, she couldn't get her legs to take her away from here.
Thread: Let Them Bleed (Broomhandle45 and Ms Catailia)

He suddenly felt like he was in Iraq all over again, except it wasn't as hot and he didn't have fifty pounds of gear. He kind of wished he did, the crash was horrifying...but the aftermath was worse. There was a heat in the air that made his body feel hot in all the wrong ways, his chest burned, but he didn't know from what. The anger wasn't even unified, it was just everywhere...like a wave of violence just crashed into everyone, or a drunken bar brawl. The horrible, thundering roar of a gunshot brought a worse problem. Half of the crowd turned to the noise and were already rushing towards the windows. We need to get out of here, John said, yanking Rene away from the windows as a man just slammed himself against the glass, so hard that it left blood. They were pounding and kicking on the windows and doors, others were already grabbing whatever they could to break it as the store owner moved out from behind the counter to curse and scream at the people trying to break in. The employees only door would lead into the back. He had to get into his car and get his gun. Then...well, he didn't quite know from there. But it was a start.
Thread: Let Them Bleed (Broomhandle45 and Ms Catailia)

She was startled back to reality when John grabbed her. She didn't hear what he said but she followed him to the back exit regardless. She didn't look back as she heard the people pounding on the windows. She kept her focus on him, not wanting to acknowledge the world beyond them, the one in chaos now. He seemed to know what he was doing, whoever this man was. She wouldnt argue with someone trying to help her. When they reached outside she was relieved to see no one back there. Apparently the commotion at the front was enough to draw everyone there. She needed to take this moment to come to grips with everything happening. This wasn't just one person killing a man, this was mass hysteria. What the hell is going on? She finally managed to ask, stopping not far from the exit. What are we supposed to do now? She was sure he didn't have any more answers than she did, but she felt she had to ask, desperately hoping he would have some idea of what to do. These people were beyond help and he seemed like the only sane person left. She didn't like to rely on anyone, but at this point she had no choice. Rene knew she couldn't handle this all on her own.
Thread: Let Them Bleed (Broomhandle45 and Ms Catailia)

Don't know, John said, glancing back behind them when the sound of the windows shattering. Shit, he could hear the wail of sirens in the distance, and the sound of more cars and more shouting. The place had gone insane in an instant, what the hell was happening? He rubbed his neck heavily, letting out a long breath. Okay, John...easy. You were in worse, you just had more ammo to deal with it. They had to move fast, even the houses around the gas-station were starting to escalate, windows shattering, screaming and howling people arguing about something petty. Fuck. We need to get to my truck, John said. It'll be safer on foot, but I need to get something from it. he said, glancing at her. Why did he have to be the hero? Stay close, alright? And stay quiet, god knows what the hell these people are doing. Everyone was doing it, why was everyone doing it? Why weren't they doing it?
Thread: Let Them Bleed (Broomhandle45 and Ms Catailia)

She just stared at him dumbfounded. He wanted to go to his truck, the one in front of the gas station where all the people were rioting? This better be worth it, she muttered in compliance. She followed him to the front corner of the buidling and peeked around to see where people were. Most of the people had managed to get into the store. Everyone else seemed distracted by their own fights or ordeals. She tried not to focus on it but it looked like a horror scene. There was blood everywhere and a body impaled on a shard of glass in the broken window. It looked as though someone used the person to break the window down. What could cause everyone to start killing each other? This certainly wasn't normal hysteria. Something was seriously wrong here. It looks like everyone is distracted, she whispered, keeping an eye on the store. She could hear people fighting and breaking stuff inside. She crouched down, trying to be lower than the bottom of the window and followed him over to his truck. She watched the people in the area, luckily all distracted, as she waited for him to get whatever was so important to put them out in the open. We can go to the library after this, I have the key... She kept her voice low as she spoke, trying not to let anyone but him hear her. For once she was happy she had been the only one that showed up to work. If they were lucky they could spend some time there coming up with a plan on how to get out of this place.
Thread: Let Them Bleed (Broomhandle45 and Ms Catailia)

John opened the door as quiet as he could, which considering the chaos around him wasn't too hard. He opened up his glovebox and pulled out his GLOCK in it's holster. He fitted it to his belt, along with the two spare magazines and glanced around. The fighting in the gas station had died down, but the chaos around them was still burning strong. What he didn't like, however...was some of them were staring right at him. Alright, he mumbled, taking his handgun out of his holster. Let's get to the library. He had a real bad feeling about this...