Weekend’s are for getting fucked!!

Another weekend has come and gone. When Mikey arrives home on a Friday night I never know what he has planned for me. This weekend started as usual, a brutal fuck as soon as he gets home, well after a beer or two. Mike can be a good considerate sexual partner but after a week away he just wants rough sex.

As usual we were off to the local hostelry for me to be paraded in front of the guys there, showing them what was on offer for the weekend. Mike had me wear something I’d worn a few times there, probably because it left little to the imagination. It was an old black satin dress, one of the thin spaghetti straps was permanently hanging loose so the boob was showing. It was really short too, just covering the lower end of my arse. He told me to put on fishnets and my highest heels, leaving a big gap between the dress hem and stocking tops which always proves to be very popular!!

Numerous hands fondling my body, probably deemed degrading to many. I actually find it a turn-on seeing the lust in their drunken faces all wanting to fuck me. Mike made his selection and we made our way back home at I suppose 10pm.
Once home, what clothing I had on was stripped off leaving me naked. Mike had me shackled to the overhead chains and I was left hanging whilst he chatted to his mates and selected which implements to use. I noticed there were more guys than usual, various ages but a lot of older guys.

Weights were attached to my nipple rings, also to my labia rings. The weights dragged my breasts downwards, my labia flaps also. My legs were spread and I was told to lean forward and a cane was taken to my tits, Mike swishing it in front of them across my stretched breasts. The stinging was off-set by the pure pleasure as he struck each breast leaving a red mark until both breasts were covered in welts. My arse too was similarly marked as the watching group murmured their obvious approval.

Eventually I was released but then attached to the punishment bench ready to take a multitude of cocks. Not all the guys stripped ready to use me, quite a number of seemingly older men appeared to be content to remain seated ready to watch with their drinks. After a while I was released and I was carried up to my bedroom. No sleep for me though as one guy after another took turns in fucking me until I slipped into a state of unconsciousness.

When I awoke I was alone in my bed the guys departed no doubt for the pub.

I managed to stagger downstairs and get myself a protein drink that was going to sustain me until the evening session. A quick shower then back to bed to sleep until I was needed again.

Same again on Saturday then by Sunday lunchtime I was left to sleep in my cum-soaked bed