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Written: 31 May 2019
Barrister
Story Code: M/F, Rape, Violence, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism I married John straight out of university, I had been studying law but long before I qualified I knew that I wouldn't make a lawyer. I met John when he gave a lecture on financial law and fraud prosecutions. John defended sleazy business men in fraud cases in the crown court and he made a hell of a lot of money doing it, that kind of money definitely turned my head. At university I was used to guys asking me out to a drink at the student's union bar and a burger after at Mac'D's. After the lecture that John gave to my class he singled me out, he asked me if I wanted to intern for him for a month during Christmas holidays. I'd said no...I'd already made up my mind that I didn't want to work in court, I was steering my career towards the probation service. "Pity...you'd look fabulous with a Caribbean tan when you returned to school in February!" "What...wait one...what do you mean Caribbean tan?" "I have a case in Barbados that's going to take a month, the court will only sit for four hours a day, Monday to Friday...leaving plenty of time for sunbathing!" So, armed with all the facts...I changed my mind. John talked me into bed after his victory party on the Friday before our flight back to reality on the Sunday. I have to say that I'd had far better lovers but never one so rich so I stuck with him. We married a week after I graduated with my third-class degree and no chance of getting a job in a decent legal firm, but then it didn't matter because I'd married a man who earned a six figure salary and didn't actually want his wife to work. I have to say that all the money in the world didn't make up for a lack lustre love life...mind you, the exotic holidays five times a year did go a long way towards alleviating the boredom. After seven years things were in a downwards spiral, we'd stopped performing even uninspired sex. We'd picked up a routine of sex just twice or three times a year and I'd even stopped pretending to have an orgasm, I just lay there and let him grunt his frustrations out in me. I even continued reading a book once while he fucked me...it wasn't hard, it didn't last long enough for me to need to turn the page over. The funny thing was...John seemed totally happy with his two or three fucks a year and my taking the role of a dead body at a necrophiliac's convention. The business man that John had got off in Barbados, while I was there acting as intern and bed warmer, popped up again. This time he was accused of obscenity charges. John had tried to turn down the case but the man would only trust John to represent him in court. John's reputation and the fact that he was also a Queen's Council pushed him higher up the ladder than any Barbadian lawyer right from the outset. I went with John to Barbados again, his client put us up in the most expensive hotel on the island, The Royal Caribbean, and I was looking forward to a nice little holiday again, I didn't even need to spend the four or five hours a day working as John's intern this time. I'd spent my first day in Barbados lounging by the pool, reading, sunbathing and drinking wine and rum punch. John had spent that same day in the Bridgetown prison with his client. It was unusual for a man on trial for an obscenity charge to be locked up but John's client had stupidly tried to leave the island on his private yacht and so was seen as a flight risk. John got back just before dinner, I was in our room showering the day's sunscreen off of my body when John got in, he'd had a TV and video player delivered to the suite and after we'd eaten dinner, John started watching the film that his client had been accused of publishing, the film that the court had to judge as obscene or not. The film was bloody and violent throughout, a typical gangster film, but what stood out in my mind as I watched alongside John in our hotel room was the final act of the film, a violent rape of a petite young white woman, naturally blond, by a huge Afro-Caribbean man, the blackest of the black men on the island.
As soon as the film ended, John said that he was ready for bed and I followed him. We were nowhere near one of our three sex nights for the year so I was very surprised when John jumped on my body. Our first fuck together that was far from lack lustre in almost eight years and the rape scene was to blame...I knew that because of the amount of violence that John used as he dominated me as he fucked me. Not that I minded though, I had my first ever multiple orgasm in my life but I paid for it in the morning, I had aches in muscles that I never knew that I had. I woke at eight o'clock in the morning to the sound of John's telephone ringing, while John was talking on the phone I took myself off to the bathroom and started to run a hot bath to try and sooth my sore muscles and as the water was running I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, there was a necklace of small bruises around my neck, they could have been little bite marks from John as he got over excited or they could have been caused when he pinned me down onto the bed with his hands around my throat as he dominated me. I looked at my hips and lower abdomen; I was surprised that there were no bruises down there as well from the pounding John had given me, he'd really thrown his body into mine when I started my own orgasm, it seemed to trigger John to go at me even harder. I turned and looked at my bottom in the mirror, about the last thing John had done to me in bed before we finally fell asleep was to flip me onto my face and fuck me from behind 'doggy-style' to fuck me to his own orgasm and to help himself over the hump, he started slapping my bum as hard as he could and this morning I had red welts across my buttocks and around onto my hips. I slipped into the hot water just as John walked into the bathroom, he was still talking on the telephone and I caught the last part of the conversation... "I'm staying at The Royal Caribbean Hotel...you can come here for the interview...Why wouldn't you feel safe coming here...oh, I see...Well, I'll come and meet you there then, Belleplaine, at the Coconut Bar...I'll get a taxi and be there around ten o'clock..." John then looked down at me in my bath and changed his mind, "...better make that eleven o'clock." I looked up at John, whoever he was talking to had woken his cock, he closed his phone call down and then slipped into the bath with me, slipping his legs under mine, his ankles either side of my hips. We'd already fucked for longer in one session that we'd fucked in the last four or five years if all the time for those years had been added together and it looked like he was about to start all over again. John reached out for my knees and he used them to pull my body along his legs like a train on its tracks. He kissed me and then put his hands around my neck as if he was going to strangle me, placing his fingertips and thumbs on the bruises he'd left in my neck during the night. "I'm sorry if I hurt you last night!" "That's okay...it was exciting, actually it was quite fun in the end!" He brought his feet up behind my buttocks, it looked like he was moving into the lotus position, his heels hooked under my buttocks and lifted my body slightly, his left hand left my throat and slipped down to his cock, he pushed his dick down and let it spring back up against my cunt, easing his cock into my body gently. I was actually quite disappointed at the change of pace. John had slipped back into his slow and languid fucking motion. It would get him off but would do little for me. There was one slight difference this time though, rather that John's hips moving up and down as he fucked me, his hands were around my throat again and he was actually using my neck to lift my body up and down so that it was like him masturbating himself but using my body. "What do you have planned for today darling?" He had to loosen his grip on my throat so that I could answer him, "I'd planned to spend my day on the beach getting into the rum punch again!" John tightened his grip again and lifted me up and lowered me down again on his cock. "The private detective has found Markus Pinney...the guy who raped the woman in the last act, of the film, he's agreed to talk to me, it would be useful to have someone take notes for me so that I can concentrate on Markus' body language." "Who me?" I squeaked with difficulty through my constricted throat.
John grinned at me and nodded his head, "I'd like to see how he reacts to you...and I thought that you'd like to see him in the flesh...you up for it?" I nodded my head and then he drew his feet even closer to his bottom, "Take a deep breath and hold it in!" Before I had a chance to ask why I found myself being pushed backwards, John wriggled himself into the missionary position between my thighs, he pushed my head under the water and fucked me for twenty seconds before he let me up to take a breath. "You okay?" I nodded my head and took another deep breath as he pushed me under the water again and fucked me for thirty seconds. I was in a real panic now, I was on the edge of an orgasm but I couldn't because I wouldn't be able to gasp for air with my head under the water. It gave a new meaning to the term edging. John went through four more rotations of letting me take a breath before pushing me back under the water. He climaxed into me but I still hadn't been able get off myself. I couldn't really complain about being left high and dry from our morning fuck, John had given me more orgasms during the night than I'd had in my life to date and only had one climax himself so it was only fair that he had his fun this morning at my expense. John laid out the clothes he wanted me to wear for our visit to the other side of the island, he'd picked out a black bikini and a, simple, white Muslin dress to wear over it. "I have a white bikini that would look better under the white dress you know!" John grinned, "You wore a bikini all day yesterday by the pool with nothing on over it...the bar we're going to might be on the beach, you could take my notes and do a little sunbathing at the same time." Actually I knew why John wanted me to dress that way, he wanted to get a reaction from Markus when he saw what looked like my bra and knickers through my dress. In the taxi to Belleplaine John outlined what he wanted me to do during his interview with Markus. He didn't want me to take down full notes, he wanted me to write down my impressions from whatever Markus said in response to John's questions. The Coconut Bar was definitely on the wrong side of the tracks...even though Barbados didn't actually have any tracks to be the wrong side of. The driver gave John his card with his mobile phone number on it, he told John that he'd never get a taxi back to the good side of the island from this area...so if John and I needed a taxi back John should phone him. Markus was even bigger and blacker in real life than he looked in the film. He gave me a hungry look as he shook John's hand and then he kissed my cheeks. "Markus, was Paul Montgomery present on the set when you filmed your scene?" "I never met Paul Montgomery, I believe he was there for the fight scenes and the crime scene but the director added the final scene while Paul was in Jamaica on holiday." John looked at me, he had a mixture of triumph and confusion on his face before turning back to Markus. "Who actually paid you for your role in the film?" Markus just grinned at me, "I didn't get paid...I did the scene for the fun of it!" Markus was talking to John but he was definitely looking at me all the time we were there in the bar.
"And the woman in the scene, I have a name...Virginia May...but can't find any record of her ever being on the island, is Virginia May a stage name and if so, do you know her real name?" "I didn't even know her name, she was brought in from Florida on a private yacht, we had our fun for two hours and she was taken away again...I assume back to Florida but I don't know for sure." I was just talking notes and basking in the attention that Markus was giving to me. After two hours things were winding down and Markus spoke to me directly for the first time. "Pity you're not a blond, I'd rock your world for you!" My hair was more mousy than any other colour, pretty non-descript really, my least redeeming feature if I were to be honest, I had great tits, really slim waist and wide hips with a killer ass...even if it still carried hand prints from my fuck during the night. We walked out into the street and John opened up his phone, "It seems that this part of the island doesn't get a taxi service or a cell phone signal!" We walked in the direction of the centre of Belleplaine, "What did you think of Markus?" "I thought that he was a sleezeball of a person but he had the body of a god!" "All the time I was talking to him I was imagining him with you, raping you the way that he raped that woman in the film." Just before the main shopping street of Belleplaine John spotted a Boogy bus heading for Bridgetown...we'd been warned about them when we arrived on the island, the buses were designed to carry twenty-five passengers seated and ten standing but the drivers actually rented the vehicle from the transport company, they were only allowed to charge two dollars per single journey so the only way that they could maximise their take home pay was to overload the bus. One bus crashed with sixty-five people on board. We didn't hail the bus but the driver stopped by our side anyway...another way of maximising take home pay was by picking up people who didn't realise that they needed a bus. John said, "We can get a taxi more easily in Bridgetown!" I looked on the bus, it looked like every seat was taken and there were six men already standing, the taxi had taken over twenty minutes to make the journey to Belleplaine so I guessed that the bus would probably be twice that long. "Don't look like that...they can't all be going all the way to Bridgetown, there could be seats in just a few miles!" I let John talk me into getting on the bus, John paid the four dollars for the eleven mile trip to Bridgetown, a big difference from the eighty dollars that he'd paid to get us out to Belleplaine in the taxi. Two men appeared out of nowhere and followed John and me onto the bus so now the bus was officially fully loaded. With thirty-five passengers the bus struggled a little with the slight hill from the beach area inland and we stopped twice more to pick up passengers, two women dressed in maid's uniforms from one of the big hotels. The man in the front seat offered one of the women his knee to sit on and she did. The bus hit a pothole and suddenly I was also sitting on a stranger's knee. John's face instantly turned into a grin and a bulge pushed the front of his trousers out, he'd got hard from seeing me on a black man's knee. I assumed that the man's reaction was one of shock at suddenly finding a female tourist land on his lap but I got his hand full on my right breast and he was having a damned good feel through my dress. The bulge in John's trousers grew when he saw the black hand on my breast but he didn't grow as big as the bulge under my bottom from the man feeling me up.
I struggled to my feet, John looked disappointed until I pushed my bum back into his hips and let him rub his cock against my bum. John whispered in my ear, "How would you like me to pay for you to have a make-over when we get back to the hotel, perhaps you could get your hair dyed blond...see if blonds really do have more fun!" "Is that because of what Markus said about being more interested in me if I was blond?" John just gave me a grin so I knew it was. There had never been a hint of any kind of sexual games in our married life to date but suddenly John had woken up to the possibilities of extra-marital fun! During the trip to Bridgetown I ended up crashing down onto the laps of three different men, I think nature and the bad road pushed me onto two of them but I also think that John helped nature by steering me in the direction of the biggest man on the bus and giving me a push. Once we were back at the hotel we went out onto the hotel's poolside and ordered lunch by the pool. I stripped down to my bikini and even though the bikini was black you could still see the tide-mark in the crotch area of my bikini bottoms from my exciting two days in Barbados. John made me an appointment with the hotel's beautician for the afternoon, a full make-over including a hair colouring. I got three hours of pampering in the parlour, manicure and pedicure, my hair bleached out and then given a gentle hint of straw to attenuate the bleached look. I was almost finished when John walked in, he gave me a wolf-whistle, my new look certainly impressed him...impressed him so much that I was dragged straight up to the bedroom. It was a good job that I wasn't wearing anything new or expensive...because John ripped my clothes clean off my back. John stopped when he uncovered my pussy though, the hair on my head had been mousey coloured because the sun had lightened it, the hair on my pussy never saw the light of day and so was much darker brown. John paid extra for the beautician to visit our hotel room and use the chemicals on my pussy to make me look more like a natural blond. The wait had kind of taken the wind out of John's sails so by the time the beautician finished and left the room he wasn't in such a hurry to fuck me where I stood. Instead, in broad daylight, I was dragged out onto the balcony and fucked in full sight of about a hundred bedrooms in other hotels. Our outdoors fuck wasn't as violent or dangerous as the last two fucks but again John was using so much power as he fucked me that I had another genuine climax under him before he fired off his salvo into me. Well, that took me by surprise, during the night when John was being really violent and playing at strangling me I'd orgasmed easily and often and this morning when he was holding me under the water so that I couldn't breath, I'd come close to an orgasm several times but had to hold myself back so that I didn't drown but this afternoon, although John had fucked me royally, I'd only just managed to make the grade one time before John splashed down. It crossed my mind that I'd need to test out this disturbing new twist in my personality...in our personalities! With just an hour to go before dinner, John ordered a taxi to take us to a back street shop. The shop was called Hedonists Cave but to me it looked more like the Barbadian Brothel suppliers. It wasn't a dress shop, wasn't just a clothing shop...it was a fetish shop. Just inside the door were shoes and boots, they only carried black or red leather shoes and boots, they all had impossibly high heels, up to eight inches high but with thick platform soles. There were leather whips, leather belts, nipple clamps with gold or silver chains, the lingerie was designed not to be worn or for comfort but to excite the men looking on and John bought me several sets of them in vivid colours. I was also bought two outfits, one designed to excite the male population at the dinner table and the other to excite the male population on a day trip out. Masses of cleavage and very deeply split thighs to show off as much of my flesh as possible. John had picked out a lemon froth for my dinner dress and virgin white for my going-out dress, the owner of the shop pointed out that with all of my blond hair and alabaster skin, the dresses needed to be more of a contrast, deep scarlet or black but John didn't like that idea, "Well then sir, may I make a suggestion...a choker in a contrasting colour would help to break up all the white!"
John thought the idea of a choker was perfect and asked to be shown a collection of what was on offer. John was shown silk, velvet and even metal options in various colours, "These selections are all simple decorative embellishments but I do have a leather choker that is also a...lets say, corrective device...if your bitch has a habit of shying away from the game, if she lets her head droop and casts a shadow over her charms, this choker can be cinched in tighter, inside the collar there is a thick rubber band that can clamp her neck to remind her to keep her head up. Once back at the hotel John dressed me, he fastened the choker to its decorative position and then tightened it by one notch to apply a little pressure around my throat. It made sure that I kept my head held high and stopped any shadow that could have been cast over my chest. I got a lot of admiring glances at the dinner table, both the guests and the staff found it difficult to pass me by without looking at my body...or rather that portion of both my cleavage and upper thigh that my husband had made me expose in the whore's dress he'd bought for me and once again, I felt my cunt juicing up as men of all classes were trying to flirt with me subtly. After dinner we took a stroll around the hotel grounds, "Which of the men at dinner would you have liked to fuck you tonight darling?" "Only you my darling...and can I loosen this choker now that we're alone please?" I was put to ground, right there within sight of the hotel and ravished but far from loosening the choker, John cinched it another notch tighter, making it difficult for me to swallow. John fucked me with great violence and once again I found it easy to reach my climax and far more than one besides. John didn't fill me during our fuck in the grounds, he wanted to take me back to bed and do me there in comfort...even if there was no chance of us getting caught fucking in our bedroom. We fucked for most of the night and John alternated between gentle fucking and violent, between loving kisses and violent slapping but never in a place that would be seen by anyone out in the street. We had breakfast in bed so that John could fuck me as I ate breakfast and then he told me to dress in a new lingerie set and to put my new 'Going out' dress on. While I was getting ready to go out John was talking on the phone to Markus Pinney, he was asking him if he would sign a statement to the effect that Paul Montgomery had no knowledge of the final sex scene in the film. It sounded like Markus agreed. John typed out a quick statement on his lap top, just adding the relevant parts of our conversation with Markus from the day before to a much longer document that he'd prepared for Paul Montgomery and sent it to the hotel's enterprise centre for them to print it for him. The document was put into a folder and John said, "Can I ask you to take this to The Coconut Bar for me, have Markus read through it and get his signature on my copy and give him one, I'd take it to him myself but I have to visit the court to try and get a meeting with the prosecution's attorney...you may have to wait a while for Markus to read it, it's quite a long document. I'll get the taxi to take you there and pick you back up an hour later." Well, this was the moment of truth, I knew exactly what John's game was in dressing me up the way he had and sending me off to see Marcus Pinney on my own but was I willing to do whatever my husband asked me to...well, probably not anything but Markus was a magnificent specimen of a man and I would really love to try him out. I walked into the bar and Markus looked beyond me, he was expecting to see John behind me but then he realised that I was on my own and he grinned at me, "So where's your boss then baby?" I was about to say 'Husband' but instead I just said, "He's in court, trying to get the case kicked out so none of this will be necessary but just in case he fails...he needs this reading through and signing in front of a witness!" Markus called the barman over and signed the document in front of him but without reading it. It crossed my mind that I now had an hour to kill before my taxi returned, I knew that it was a waste of time trying to find another taxi in this part of the island. "I see that you changed your hair colour for me after I told you that I would rock your world if you were a blond!"
I smiled at him, I didn't tell him that it was my husband who had picked my new hair colour and outfit. Markus hooked his right hand around the back of my neck and pulled my mouth against his, as he licked my tonsils and as he was doing that, his left hand was pushing the shoulder straps of my dress and bra off of my right shoulder, I pulled away from him, "What the hell, we can be seen from the road...anyone could see what you're doing to me!" I didn't see the movement: all I did was felt a sting across my cheek and picked myself up from the corner of the bar, he followed me across the room like a rocket, I thought he was helping me to my feet but he had taken a hold of my shoulder straps and was yanking at them, tearing the material and exposing my breasts. Well, at least where I was in the corner I couldn't be seen from the road anymore. Markus wasn't playing at being violent like John had been doing for the last two days, Markus really was being violent and as he rough-housed me on the floor until I was totally naked with the barman looking on over his shoulder. I was actually climaxing before Markus even opened his trousers and I totally lost my mind with pleasure as he fucked me and all the time I could see the barman bobbing and weaving about so that he could watch close up as I was fucked violently on the floor of the bar. Markus fucked me for just under the hour, it was almost as if he knew that my taxi was due back at any moment! I dressed as best as I could in my torn clothes, I wasn't crying, I knew what Markus was like, I'd gone to him willingly but the violence and suddenness of his attack had taken me by surprise. As I dressed he handed me a DVD and his signed statement, "And when you get back to The Royal Caribbean Hotel, tell your boss that he's lucky to get either of these because you didn't do as you were told!" 5,014 Words.
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