The following is story that I requested and paid for. I prefer harsh, one sided beat downs on luscious, thick, older woman that have slutty, whorish reputations. I hope you enjoy this. I believe this was done for me last May. If you like this story, PM me and I can send you the original author's information. He is a great writer and great to work with. Also, this Sue character is based upon MNV's character from Seakingsfemfight 2010 story listings. She deserves more stories because her character is exactly what I fantasize about: A big titted blonde cougar that always finds herself in precarious situations. You can also find another Sue story on this website that I authored under my postings. Cheers and Happy New Year
SUE SLEEPS WITH A MARRIED MAN
“Ooh, Sue, that was the best sex I've ever had!” The speaker was a young man, who lay in his bed, the expression on his face one of satisfaction, and even a little exhaustion. Lighting a cigarette he gazed at the object of his pleasure, Sue, who was now slipping into her panties. She winked at him. “Will you still be capable of fucking your wife tonight?” “Only if I imagine it's you!” “They'll all say that after sex with me Pete.” “You could teach Aphrodite a few tricks,” he replied, his eyes fixed on Sue's chest as she put her bra on.
It tantalised him to see how the item gave her huge breasts a deep cleavage, and watched in a state of rapture as she pulled her yoga pants up over her legs. They were so tight that, though they were opaque, the outline of her panties could clearly be seen. “When guys see you walk down the street they must play with themselves from just watching you.” “It's never gone that far,” Sue grinned, as she slipped her feet into a pair of high heeled shoes, “but I'd take it as a compliment if they did. I take it your available tomorrow?” “Oh yeah, I'll have a hard on waiting for you!”
“Hi honey.” Two hours had passed since Sue's departure, and Pete, having fallen into a blissful sleep, dreaming of the blonde goddess he'd spent the afternoon in bed with, was awoken by the voice of Beryl, his young wife, who'd just got home from her job. “Where are you?” Beryl called, from the lobby. “In the bedroom.” Pete replied, frantically putting his clothes on, and straightening the bed. He managed it just before Beryl joined him. “I was tired, so had a lay down.” He explained.
“Okay.” His wife was a petite lady, with shortish black hair, with a slim figure. “Your gonn'a be tired tonight,” she grinned, “I got some real sexy undies on the way home. When you lay eyes on me in them it'll bring out the animal in you!” Pete told her he could hardly wait, but right now he needed a cup of strong coffee, Beryl replying that she'd like a cup as well, and suggested he go the kitchen to get it prepared while she changed out of her office clothes into jeans and t-shirt. He left, while Beryl hummed to herself as she changed her attire. She was about to leave the bedroom when she heard the tune that Pete's mobile made when a text arrived. She and Pete had no secrets so she was completely relaxed about reading the message.
“Coffee's ready.” Pete shouted from the kitchen, but Beryl couldn't answer. She was staring at her husband's phone, so shocked she was unable to speak. It was a picture message, with a photo of a blonde woman, naked, and smiling seductively, and the words chilled Beryl. 'Don't make your balls ache fucking that frigid wife of yours, save your cum up for me!'
Pete went up the stairs to the bedroom, puzzled as to why his wife hadn't replied, and entering was about to ask her why she'd not answered his call, but it was Beryl who spoke first. “Whose Sue?” Her face was ashen, her voice toneless. He saw his phone in her hand. “Who?” He tried to sound relaxed. “Sue!” Beryl thrust the phone into his face, so he could see the photo and message. “You know, the slut you've been fucking. Not your wife, not the woman you vowed to be faithful to, but some tramp twice your age!” “I,” he began, but was interrupted by his furious wife. “Shut up! Say one more word and I'll kick your bollocks into pulp! Here's what you're going to do. First, you sleep on the couch tonight. Tomorrow you go out for the day, wherever you like, but don't contact this witch Sue. And I'm keeping your phone.”
Pete could have refused, he was later to think he should have, but he was so cowed by his wife's anger and his own guilt he meekly agreed. Sue eagerly picked up her mobile when she heard the sound that meant a text had arrived. It was, as she hoped, from Pete, and the message was exciting! He asked her to call round the next day, and wear something sexy, not that you'll be wearing it for long, he'd added. She hardly slept that night, she was so looking forward to another session of sex with Pete. She loved sex with men younger than her 47 years, it made her feel young herself. That they were married, and she'd tempted them into betraying their wives thrilled her even more! If only, she thought with a laugh, Pete's wife knew what her husband was getting up to while she was at work! What a stupid, contemptuous little cow she must be.
The next day Sue chose her clothing carefully, she wanted to look really sexy, and she did! Yoga pants that were to small for her figure, so tightly fitting that they shaped her legs perfectly, and most importantly, accentuated her beautiful ass. Four inch, tan colored stilettos added to the enticing appearance. An uplift bra, which, given the imposing size of her breasts might have been considered unnecessary, but it did give her chest a wonderful cleavage, and she intended to show her boobs off. So to complete her attire she added a very tight red top, with a low neckline. Sue looked at herself in a mirror, and smiled with satisfaction. When Pete saw her he wouldn't be able to resist.
Beryl and Sue Meet Sue knocked on the door of Pete's home, eagerly anticipating an afternoon of unbridled, hedonistic sex! So she was more than a little surprised that when the door was opened she found before her a younger woman. “Hi, I'm Beryl, Pete's wife.” Sue had no time to think of how to react, for Beryl grabbed one of the blonde's breasts and hauled her inside the house, the door being slammed behind her by another young woman. Beryl released her hold, and Sue put a hand protectively over her assaulted boob. She saw there were three woman, each of them younger than her, dressed in jeans and blouses. “What do you want with me?” Sue nervously asked. Beryl grinned. “How about this for a start.” And with that she took hold of both of the bigger girls shoulders, pulled her forward and brought a knee up, as hard as she could, to slam it into Sue's ovaries! “Argh!” Sue sank to her knees with tears in her eyes. The pain was deep inside her, a throbbing, awful agony! Beryl was grinning again. “You were expecting a good fucking, weren't you. Well, you're going to be fucked all right!” “Or fucked up!” It was one of the other girls who spoke. “She's Sally,” Beryl pointed at the girl, who was a dark haired woman, slim, and short. “And that's Claire.” Beryl indicated the other girl, who was of similar build, with mousey brown hair. “We're going to teach you not to mess with a married man, you disgusting home wrecker!”
Sue attempted an apology, but the other women ignored her. Pulling Sue to her feet, Claire, eager to join in the action, buried a fist, good and hard, into the bigger woman's stomach. Right in the solar plexus, it made Sue once again fall to the floor, gasping for breath. “Are you winded sweetie?” A maliciously grinning Beryl asked. “Let me help you up.” Taking hold of each of Sue's boobs and digging her fingers into them, Beryl pulled the blonde to her feet. “She's got big tits,” Sally observed, “wonder how firm they are with nothing supporting them. Let's find out.” “Let's.” Beryl and Claire answered in unison. Sue's tearful protests were ignored as they pulled her top and bra from her. “What a tempting pair of targets.” Beryl exclaimed, as she punched one of Sue's breasts. “Not my breasts, please!” Sue pleaded, but to no avail. Sally grabbed her arms from behind, and Beryl proceeded to land punch after punch on both the mountainous orbs, like a boxer hitting a punching bag. Her fists landed on Sue's tits with a loud smack, while Sally giggled with delight. “Let me have a go, that looks like fun.” It was Claire who spoke, and Beryl stood aside to give her room. Claire didn't land punches straight into Sue's breasts, as Beryl had, but swung her fists in alternating right and left hooks, making the battered boobs swing from the impact.
“Hey look,” Sally grinned, “her tits are swelling. She's going to need an even bigger bra.” All three girls laughed. “And let's have a look at the whore's cxnt.” Spat Beryl, as she pulled down Sue's pants. The blonde was sobbing, helpless as her pants, panties and stilettos were removed by Beryl, who had an evil smile on her face. “You'll have had a lot of cocks up your revolting slit, now I'm going to ram something different up there. Something you won't forget.” Sue trembled fearfully as Beryl opened the draw of a cabinet, then cried out as she saw the Beryl take a large candle from the draw. “Oh wow,” laughed Sally, “are you going to ram that up her cxnt?” “In a minute, but first if you and Claire put her on the table, on her back, legs apart.” Sue struggled, but lacked the strength to resist the two younger women, and she was quickly being held down atop the table, just as Beryl had demanded. The angry Beryl now lit the candle, and as it warmed up dropped some hot,melted wax right on Sue's clitoris! Her screams of agony were matched by the howls of laughter from her tormentors, who continued to laugh as Beryl then dropped some wax on the nipples of Sue's boobs. “Now you're a really hot babe!” Taunted Beryl. And she wasn't finished torturing Sue with the candle. Her next move was to ram it inside Sue's womanhood, the only comfort being that it wasn't the end that was lit. “Don't know if you've ever had an Italian guy,” Beryl laughed, “but now you've been fucked by a Roman candle.” “The sluts probably been fucked by men from every country!” Sally added. “I've got something else to treat you with.” Beryl told Sue.
“When I was at school I was good at hockey, and I've still got my old hockey stick.” She told Claire and Sally to pull Sue upright, and the blonde saw the hockey stick on the other side of the room. As her arms were still held behind her back by the other two girls, she could only wait in fearful anticipation as a smirking Beryl took careful aim then swung the hockey stick in an arc to strike a brutal blow on one her already battered tits with such force that the bruised orb was propelled up so high Sue was nearly hit in the face by it! Then, as Sue feared, the same treatment was delivered to her other breast, then again and again to both orbs, Beryl laughing with sadistic pleasure as she landed the blows. Eventually she tired, and asked her companions to think of something they'd enjoy torturing Sue with. Sally grinned. “I know what I'd like to do.” She released her hold on Sue and told Claire to let her go. Standing just in front of the older woman, Sally's face showed the contempt she felt for Sue. “You know, even for a fat old whore you've got an ugly face, so this won't make it look any worse.” With that she smacked Sue in her mouth, then unleashed a flurry of punches to her face, that knocked the big blonde around like a rag doll! “Well done!” Beryl enthused. “Where'd you learn that?” “Ex-boyfriend was a boxer,” answered Sally, while still landing punch after punch on her victims face, “he taught me a few tricks.”
By now Sue's face was a mess. Her lips bloodied and swollen, her nose bleeding, and bruising beginning to show on her cheeks and round her eyes. “Anything you'd like to do?” Beryl asked Claire. “Yea. Take a breather Sally while I take over.” Claire then ordered the dazed, sobbing Sue to stand with her legs apart. “Look at my boots slut, look tough don't they. Just perfect for kicking dirty cxnts like yours!” The kick Claire hit Sue with was terrible! Landing with deadly accuracy on her sex, it caused an explosion of agony, that spread upward in a sickening surge of pain reaching into Sue's belly. She collapsed, falling to her knees, with both hands clutching at her injured crotch. “Get up.” Claire ordered. Sue struggled to her feet, while Claire asked Beryl if she had a hammer. “Sure, I'll get it.” She left the room, reappearing a moment later with a large hammer, which she handed to Claire. “On your knees again bitch.” Commanded Claire, “and face the table.” Sue did so, and was then told to place her breasts on the table. “I think I know what you're going to do.” Exclaimed Beryl. Claire grinned. “Do you know?” She asked Sue, who nodded. She knew the girl was going to batter her tits with the hammer, and so she did. Bringing it down, first on the right breast, then the left, smashing Sue's boobs between the hammer and the table. For Sue, there was one thing that was even worse than the pain of the tortures being inflicted upon her, and that was a fear that she was being ruined. The assaults on her private and breasts must surely be for that purpose, to destroy her as a woman. It had already destroyed her self respect, to be so humiliatingly thrashed by younger women! She could see that pleading with these women did no good, they were determined to severely hurt her. “Time to go to the games room,” Beryl anounced.
The Games People Play
Sue didn't have to be told that she wouldn't be enjoying whatever games Beryl had in mind, and so it proved when they reached the games room. In the rooms center was a snooker table, and Sue was laid on it, on her back, with her legs apart. Beryl placed a snooker ball on the table, and using a cue propelled it into Sue's crotch. “Bulls eye!” Beryl cried with delight. She, Sally and Claire then took turns at hitting balls into the stricken blonde's cxnt. “I think she's snookered!” Sally laughed. “Let's play something else then,” Beryl quipped, “I practice my golf here, hitting golf balls into a mug, but this slut Sue will make a better target.” The three women, having made Sue kneel on the floor, then each in turn struck a golf ball with Beryl's golf club at her.
The balls hit Sue in many parts of her already battered body, thumping into her stomach to wind her, hitting her boobs with a sickening smack, crunching against her ovaries to cause deep, lasting pain, and hitting her face with a bruising crack. For several minutes the three women amused themselves in this way, while Sue could do nothing but suffer, till Sally asked if they were going to use the weights that Beryl had as part of her keep fit routine. “Of course, weight training tones the muscles, it'll be good for our little bitch.” Beryl grinned. Claire laughed. “Bet the only muscles of hers that get any work are the ones in her cxnt!” “I dunno,” replied Beryl, “I think her neck must be over worked holding all the weight of that hair, let's take the strain off it a bit.” Claire and Sally were as puzzled as Sue as to what Beryl meant by this, but it became clear when the latter tied Sue's hair around a heavy weight, then held the other woman's head and neck and allowed the weight to swing free, so it was pulling down on the hair. “It needs a bit of help, would you like to assist, Sally?” Asked Beryl. Sally pressed down on the weight with both hands, and there followed the awful sound of a large clump of Sue's hair being torn from its roots. Sue screamed, the sharp, agonising pain was unbearable! Even the pain that erupted in her crotch as a maliciously grinning Beryl kicked her between her legs could not distract Sue from the searing agony in her scalp! Crying, almost hysterical, she begged them to stop tormenting her. Beryl was in no mood to sympathise. “Actions have consequences slut, and as you now know, I don't take kindly to someone fucking my man!” “I don't think we should let her go just yet,” Sally opined, “she deserves more punishment. Those skipping ropes would make a nice instrument of torture, to make sure she never plays with your husband again.” “Yea,” enthused Claire, “we could whip her tits and ass with them!” “What a wonderful idea!” Beryl agreed.
Taking hold of a skipping rope, Beryl, her face revealing her sadistic glee, told Sue she was going to whip her ass and tits so severely the marks on her flesh would look like they'd be done with a whip. She swung the skipping rope with all the force she could muster, and the rough rope cut into the skin. Soon Sue's breasts were streaked with blood, and then her ass as well. “Okay you old bitch, just one more thing to do. Girls, hold her up by her arms.” As instructed, Sally and Claire held Sue upright, indeed if they hadn't supported the woman she'd probably have fallen to the floor, she was so weakened by the beating she'd received. Beryl now looked straight into Sue's tear filled eyes. “This bits personnel. You'll never go near Pete again, you'll be lucky if any man will even look at you!” She then assaulted the helpless Sue with fists and feet. In a frenzied attack Beryl punched, kicked and kneed the older woman in the face, tits, stomach and cxnt. She laughed manically as she landed blow after blow on the woman she hated so much, and it will never be known how long she'd have kept up her beating of Sue if Claire and Sally hadn't warned her that if she didn't stop she'd kill Sue. Relaxing, with a satisfied smile, Beryl admired the mess she'd made of Sue. Her victims tits were a bloodied mass of cuts and bruises, swollen with lumps of battered flesh. Her crotch was black with bruising, and her face was so battered she was almost unrecognisable! “Put her clothes back on her and throw her out.” Beryl told the other girls. At last Sue's torment was over, though it would be some time before her injuries would heal. The memory of her painful humiliation would never leave her!
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