Paul’s Trophy Wife Chapter 27

Chapter 27

Paul’s heart pounded in his chest when he heard her asking him to be her protector, and he rubbed her neck, kissing her forehead.

“Yes, just say ‘Paul, I need to stop'” he told her, “but nothing else you say will make them stop, ok?”

“Yes! Yes! Ok, sir!” She gushed, and he pushed her ball gag back into place, walking towards his friends, naked and slightly awkward.

“Listen,” he whispered, pulling them aside. “She’s going to act like she doesn’t want it, but I’ll tell you if she actually needs to stop, ok? No matter how much she begs you to stop, don’t, unless I tell you. Got it?”

“Yeah!” They all chimed in together, staring lasciviously at the bound whore a few yards away.

“Alright then, have at her,” Paul told them all loudly, and they walked forward, rubbing and groping her body, squeezing her tits as she shivered, whimpering and struggling against her binds.

“Come on, be rougher than that!” Paul laughed, grabbing a seat and relaxing, enjoying the show as he sipped on his drink. “A filthy whore like her? She needs to be roughed up a little bit before you fuck her, here.”

He grabbed the whip off the table and tossed it to Brent, who stared at it curiously for a moment, then whipped her.

“Uh!” She groaned, shaking her head. “Uh uh! Uh uh!”

He shipped her again and again, her skin turning bright red on her back and ass as Zack twisted her nipples and slapped her face, Tyler kneeling behind her and fingering her pussy.

“I think she wants to say something,” Paul laughed, and Zack grabbed the ball gag and pulled it out.

“Please! No! Please don’t! I’m not a whore! I’m not a whore!” She gasped, shaking her head. “Please don’t fuck me!”

“Shut up, slut!” Zack laughed, grabbing her hair and forcing his cock down her throat. He wasn’t exactly huge, all three of them were about average, maybe a little larger, but she still choked and gagged on his cock. After a moment or two, he pulled off her blindfold, letting her stare up at him, tears streaming down her cheeks as she gagged and drooled all over his cock.

“Jesus christ, she slobbers a lot,” Zack laughed, and Paul nodded.

“She’s a messy little whore,” he said, watching Brent whip her back over and over, her body quivering and her back arching. “Aren’t you?”

Zach pulled his cock out and Valerie whimpered, gasping and panting, at every lashing, turning to Paul.

“I’m sorry, sir! I’m sorry for being such a messy whore!” She gasped, biting her lip and groaning through the whippings. “Oh god! Oh god! Please no more! Please! I don’t want to be a whore!”

Zack grabbed her face and shoved his cock back down her throat, letting her gag and choke and drool all over him as Paul stood up, untying her hair from the anal hook and pulling it out of her ass with a little whimpering.

“Oh god!” She groaned, turning to stare at the two naked men behind her, stroking themselves off as the stared at her pussy and ass. “Please don’t fuck me! Please! I’m not a whore! Paul! I’m not a whore!”

“Shut up, slut,” Brent grunted, straddling her from behind and spanking her ass as Zack shoved his cock back down her throat.

Brent forced his cock inside her wet little pussy and she groaned, her eyes rolling back in her head as they fucked her from both ends, pounding her as she squirmed and struggled against her binds.

“Mmm! MMMM!” She squirmed, finally groaning and exploding with juices all over Brent, cumming hard on his dick.

“Jesus Christ!” Brent groaned, shaking his head as he pumped her harder. “She’s squirting all over me!”

“Make her lick it clean,” Paul laughed, and Brent stood up, pushing Zack away from her mouth as Tyler stepped forward, fucking her pussy as she grunted.

“Lick it up, whore,” Brent demanded, slapping her face, and she eagerly opened her mouth, licking off his balls and shaft, licking his crotch, then opening her mouth wide.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m a disgusting, messy little whore!” She panted, shaking her head as Tyler pumped into her from behind. “Oh! Fuck my mouth!”

Brent didn’t need to be told twice, grabbing his cock and forcing it down her mouth.

“Fuck!” He groaned, ramming his crotch against her face as she eagerly opened up her throat for his dick.

Paul stood up, walking over to Valerie and slowly untying her arms and legs, and once she was completely free, he pushed Brent and Tyler off of her and picked her up, setting her down gently on her hands and knees as she quivered and groaned.

“Come on, whore, time to suck some cocks,” Paul laughed, dropping his shorts, and his three friends stared at him, shaking their heads in disbelief.

“Jesus Christ, Paul,” Brent laughed.