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The man who’d spoken first came closer and peered at the collar and lead warily.

“There is no coercion is there?” he asked “I mean, we don’t want anyone cryin’ rape!”

“You may speak!” I said to Annette formally.

“I am doing this of my own free will” Annette said levelly “Because I enjoy sex and I want a lot more than my husband can give me”

It was the first command she’d obeyed whilst on a leash.

“Why the collar and lead then?” the first one asked.

“Speak!” I said

“Because that is the way I want it to be!”

“Bloody hell!” the second man said.

“She is here to be used” I told them plainly “In whatever way you want”

Both men stood staring while she fiddled with herself casually.

“Use the dildo again!” I commanded and without hesitation Annette did so.

“Fuck’n hell” one bloke said explosively “She’s got…… fuck me, look at that!”

Annette took in the whole length of the dildo slowly, wriggling her bottom and breathing deeply while the two of them gaped at her. When there was no more than an inch of it showing she kept it there with one finger then rubbed her other hand invitingly back and forth across her breasts.

A third man appeared on the scene suddenly, one of the truck drivers I discovered later, pushing his way between the other two until he was standing very nearly between Annette’s knees.

He peered at her keenly.

“Let her get out here where we can fuck her” he suggested

Obligingly she let the dildo slide out of its own accord which excited the men all the more when they saw it was wet and shiny. It was Toby’s and my own residues they were looking at but I didn’t tell them that.

I untied the leash from the handle above the door and told my slave to stand up.

They reached for her when she moved, reached to help her onto her feet, reached to pull her upright by her arms and tits, reached simply to grab hold of her anywhere.

When I got out of my side of the car and walked round to where they were standing it was not Annette my wife but Annette the slave that I saw being mauled by those men. Annette the slave, naked and making her body freely available to them.

They were an excited trio and no mistake, needing no further encouragement or instructions as to what to do; one of them had his cock out for her to suck almost immediately.

I used the leash to pull her head down onto him then pushed her and arranged her so the others could get at her back end.

One man made a big fuss of groping her pussy, showing off to the other two.

“Sheeit the sluts soaking!” he exclaimed.

“She needs to be fucked” I said.

I watched as he undid his trousers and pulled out a cock which was nothing like erect. Still watching his mate he clutched himself feebly, as if he was going to have a piss.

I pulled Annette’s head up sharply by the leash and the man she’d begun fellating grunted sharply.

“This one now!” I instructed, dragging her head towards the second man’s limp prick while the first reached for her back end instinctively.

At least his cock is a decent size I observed distractedly as the third man began wanking.

………………

Two men were being accommodated fully and the third was on hand by the time the second vehicle an old Ford estate car arrived on the scene, thoughtfully with its lights dipped so as not to dazzle anyone.

Slowly it cruised up to Annette and her consorts as they spit roasted and basted her lavishly, one occupant calling out excitedly when he saw me holding her leash.

Moments later the car stopped with its lights still on and four youths got out hurriedly.

“She with you?” one of them asked.

“I’m in charge of her, if that’s what you mean” I said.

“Does she go?” another enquired.

“Like a rabbit!” I said.

One of them laughed crudely.

“Whose next?” he asked

“You if you like!” I told him.

Annette made a noise as if she was choking and the man she’d got in her mouth swore and cried out sharply. Oh well I thought that’s one customer satisfied already.

“You ok?” I asked her quietly.

“Yeah!” she said gulping and spitting messily. “No problem……”

Nobody asked if they could after that, those that wanted to got on with it, taking her one after another as casually as if they were playing a game of darts in a pub, as one man finished another moved to take his place, while Annette grunted and squealed and accepted them all eagerly.

Strangely after a while I found myself becoming more and more detached from the proceedings. For some reason the sensation of being an outsider looking in on the scene came over me. I saw the woman stagger as the men enjoyed her, watched hands and penises come and go seemingly endlessly. When she coughed I took no notice, when she retched and spluttered I felt only grim satisfaction. She was getting exactly what she wanted and in turn I wanted to see her cough and choke on a lot more cum than one or two men could produce, wanted to see her gulp and spit and retch and dribble so much that it came out of her nose. Most of all I wanted to see her open mouth so full of the stuff that it spurted and ran down her chin the moment the next cock slid between her lips.

Idly I observed the way her belly and breasts moved when she bent over one man, like half empty bags flopping and jerking in time to the other who grunted and thrust at her rear. Her body gaped slackly, wide open to all comers, a receptacle for their excesses and nothing more. Next time, I said to myself, I’ll bring a mattress, a cushion, a blanket, something for her to lie on, to kneel on. Next time…… What if there was no next time? What if……?

I heard her yell but nobody stopped and I didn’t tell them to, ask them to, want them to. I just watched while they used her repeatedly. No-one spoke, no-one needed to. Everyone there knew what was expected of them. When she yelled again, more of a groan this time I knew some lucky man had experienced first hand one of her more copious cums. But even then no-one stopped, no-one paused to ask if she was alright, if she needed to regain her breath.

Detachedly I watched two men take her in quick succession, her breasts jerking and flopping wildly as they screwed her like men possessed while several others stared apparently disbelievingly. I wanted to join them, to release my grip on the leash and simply stand in the queue behind her with my cock at the ready, wanted to be something more than an observer, wanted something more but knowing not what.

There was one man on his own, bare arsed standing crookedly, with his prick jutting up and out at a ludicrous angle. He was wanking steadily as he watched the proceedings, doing is best to keep his hard on until the hole he desired became vacant. She was panting and ooh-ing exaggeratedly now, encouraging them, taunting them, daring them to give her all they’d got. I kept hold of the leash while he did it to her as crudely as an animal mating in a field, grunting and swearing while she, loving every minute of it, wanted it never to stop.

How many men were there waiting I wondered idly, hardly daring to count them. Even if one or two had already gone there seemed to be plenty more.

She groaned hugely, when the wanker finally took his turn with her, almost falling over in his haste but all too soon he pulled away, ejaculated across her back and allowed a much younger man to take his place. He lasted less than a minute, I said to myself. She will want it to go on for longer than that……

The younger one was a showoff too, a long thin youth with a long thin cock and hollows at the sides of his cheeks which bulged in and out like bellows. He no-ed and yelled when he orgasmed and left a thick gout of stuff behind when he finally pulled out.

I made her suck me soon after that as everyone else seemed busy waiting to fuck her. I was practically bursting by that time, painfully hard and sweet with precum. I’m not even certain she knew it was me and I didn’t enlighten her. In fact I was too preoccupied watching the crude, rough and ready ways most of the men took her to speak to her at all.

Somehow she’d learned the way to do it, the way to relax I mean. Maybe it was something to do with the tightness of her collar or maybe it was to do with the position I was holding her in, whatever it was I discovered I could get my cock right down her throat without her gagging, something, so far as I knew, she’d found impossible to do until tonight. It was a fantastically disturbing feeling when it happened, especially as there were others closely watching me. Without further ado I ejaculated fiercely and was delighted to hear her make those same choking noises all over again whilst still jerking her backside against the man fucking her.

“Lets have her next!” an anonymous figure demanded so, drained and fast shrivelling I pulled her head obligingly towards him and in the half light I watched intently as she closed her lips around his prick. It thrilled me to know that her mouth was still full of my cum when she closed her lips around this new man’s cock.

“You fucked her yet?” I asked, trying to sound casual.

“Yeah” he said.

His straightforwardness made me wonder how many men she’d actually had by then.

“You?” he asked looking down at Annette’s head with a mixture of disgust and lust.

“Yeah” I said “I have!”

He must have realised who I was by then I suppose.

“L……lucky bastard!” he suggested jerkily.

“She’s the lucky one” I said “She’s getting all she wants!”

………………

Time passed and men kept arriving, drivers I think from the lorries parked all around. Gravel crunched and voices mumbled while behind it all Annette panted and gasped rhythmically like an overheated steam engine.

“Shit man, I can’t keep up with her……!” someone muttered close by me.

“……fucking hell!” enjoined another.

“What a slut!” someone else said.

Then the leash jerked sharply in my hand and Annette began to cough and choke violently.

“OK! Stop!” I called out sharply.

“S’ all right” Annette assured me.

“Leave her alone for a minute” I insisted.

“I’m ok!” she said again.

There were three men at the back of her and two at the front and by the look of them they’d all had her at least once.

“Not done is she?” one of them asked.

“If she says she’s had enough she is!” I told him.

“No, I’m ok!” Annette repeated.

Smears of semen gleamed on her belly and breasts while heightened arousal carried her carelessly, oblivious to man’s excesses. She staggered when they pawed her, bending to them, compliant and eager, needing no prompting or encouragement from me at all.

Two youths crunched to a halt in an old BMW, it’s headlights illuminating the scene starkly.

“They told us she was at smiths wood” one of them babbled “we went there an’ din’t see anythin’……”

He stared past me at the men servicing Annette at both ends.

“She the slut with rings in her tits?” he asked.

“In her cunt as well!” I said.

The second youth laughed uncertainly.

“She still wantin’ it?” he asked.

He couldn’t have been more than seventeen or eighteen at the most and he looked so hopeful. Then there was his mate, standing there with his cock stiffening at the sight of Annette’s nakedness.

“I’m going to take her home soon” I said.

“Oh hell!” the boy said “Couldn’t you……I mean can’t I have her before she goes?”

“Go on then” I conceded “Just a quickie”

She had to keep hold of the car door when they took their turn with her and even then she staggered unsteadily. Both men were mechanical in their movements, as if screwing my wife was something they were particularly designed to do. And where others had fiddled and joked and made light of their actions these two were determined and deadly serious. The first climaxed in no time at all, pulling out abruptly in order to jerk his cum all over her buttocks then stepping to one side so his companion could take his place while others crowded around her as eagerly as ever.

She staggered and almost fell when he’d done with her, half turned then slumped onto the car seat abruptly.

“Alright, that’s enough!” I cried, the leash jerking taut in my hand.

One bloke turned away, tucking his shirt into his trousers while another stood at the car door and stared at her wonderingly.

“Had enough?” I asked.

Still woozy from the violence of the orgasm she nodded but didn’t say anything.

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