les histoires de chrislebo

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Myron




I was on business in the Fire Island area of New York. Checking into a small motel I was surprised to see the small, old, Jewish-looking man behind the counter, in effect, checking me out. I wasn't sure whether to laugh or get annoyed by his eyeing me and smiling at me in what could only be described as a leering way.

The man had a small name badge on. It read, "Myron". He was short with a mild potbelly, and had a skinny pair of arms and legs, making him appear to be a sort of geriatric spider. He wore his pants nearly up to his chest with suspenders assisting them. All in all, he appeared to be a sixty-five plus nerd.

As he handed me the keys to my room he said to me softly, "See ya around." Then he gave me this knowing look that communicated a presumption that I was gay or something.

A few young, male clerks working in the office observed this and giggled as they could see my exasperation with what was happening.

I left half-pissed that this old fag could think I was gay. But another side of me was somewhat amused by it all. Imagine, I thought, me an ex-jock, college football player, now married for 20 years and with two kids, mistook by this little faggot for a potential boyfriend.

I laughed the thought off a couple of times as the thought recurred throughout the night. But as I tried to relax that night, for some reamister, I couldn't get the incident, or the look the old man gave me, out of my mind.

The next day, after making some sales calls in the area, I figured I'd go out and sample the motel's outdoor pool. As I lay in my lounge chair, who should show up but Myron.

He entered the pool area via a sliding glass door wrapped in a terry cloth robe. He said hi to me with a wink, pulled over a chaise lounge chair nearby, turned his back to me and peeled off his robe.

I was shocked to see he was wearing only a beige thong. His ass was bared in all its glory, just a few feet from my face. I was taken back that this spindly old man had such a muscular ass. It stood out in contradiction to his wiry legs and arms.

When he turned toward me, I was treated to another shock. Although his torso looked malnourished—his chest was concave, sloping into a pronounced potbelly—his genitals looked immense.

The crotch of the thong was sorely stretched, hanging down at least seven or eight inches from his loins. As he swung one leg over the lounge chair and proceeded to squat down into it, I couldn't pull my eyes away from the loaded pouch that was the crotch of his thong as it preceded him in resting itself onto the chair long before his ass would touch down.

He remained for a few seconds with his legs spread, each foot set on either side of the lounge chair. His massive genitalia, laid out in front of him like an obscene ornament. I couldn't seem to take my eyes from it.

"Nice view," he murmured. It jolted me from my mindless gazing at his crotch.

"What!" I said, embarrassed at what I was doing. But Myron just looked off toward the beach and ocean, repeating, "Nice view out there, eh?"

"Oh yeah," I said, my face reddening because I knew he was playing with me. He saw how I stared at his trophy manhood.

We started in with small talk, all the while Myron continued to sit, legs spread wide, each foot on either side of the chair. A position that left me struggling to look him in the eye as we talked. But I found myself, to my own bewilderment, finding it hard to avoid sneaking glances down at his amazing size.

The crotch of the thong, reaching out more than half a foot in front of him, was stretched to the point of allowing one to look in the side of it. The elastic leg part that should have hugged his upper thigh was pulled inches from its appropriate mooring. I could see the thick hose that was his aged cock, and the loose skin that was his scrotum.

He got up after a while and went in the pool. When he re-emerged the beige thong became transparent. I could see the large knob of his dick and the elephantine balls he carried.

I was amazed that I found all of this so...impressive. I found myself puzzled that another man's size could leave me so awestruck. "Awestruck" was the only word I could come up with to explain how I was feeling at this point in Myron's presence.

As he spoke to me, Myron would occasionally reach over and touch my leg while making a point. In time, he was squeezing my thigh a bit as he spoke to me. Several times I was about to haul off and belt him, or at least tell him to take his hand off me, but each time he'd remove his hand just before I did. As time passed, I found his touchings both repulsive ...but also strangely exciting. I began to notice this weird feeling in the pit of my stomach. It was a slowly stirring arousal at Myron's touchings.

"You've got a lot of muscle there," he said with a leering smile at one point as he squeezed the muscle of my upper thigh. I at first wanted to tell him to fuck off, but then found myself softly responding, "Thanks."

What was wrong with me? I didn't know. When I excused myself to go take a leak, I found a wet spot in my inner trunks. When I pulled out my dick it was drooling precum. I honestly found this terrifying. I couldn't imagine myself gay. How could I be responding to this homely little man? What kind of spell was I under?

I went back and sat with Myron and we talked some more. As late day arrived, he suggested we go down to the beach so I could enjoy, "...all Fire Island had to offer."

We walked together down to the beach side by side. Myron led me behind some shrubs and dunes. He spread his blanket out and he laid down on it. I sat along side him. He asked if I would put some tanning lotion on him. I surprised myself by complying.

He first rolled over and lay prone on the blanket. I applied the lotion over his skinny legs and down onto the backs of his feet. I found myself massaging the soles of his feet. The old man moaned slightly, letting me know it felt good. As I worked up his leg, I massaged his calf and then the backs of his thighs.

I skipped over his prominent buttocks and applied the gel to his back, shoulders and neck. I even worked it into his arms, massaging them along the way. He continued to lay before me. There was only one other area to cover. I was trembling as I squirted the lotion onto my hands and rubbed them together. I then began rubbing the lotion onto his muscular ass. He moaned again in appreciation. But he appeared all the while confident that I would do just what I was doing. He never seemed to doubt from the moment we walked down to the beach that he would have me stroking and massaging him this intimately.

As I stroked and kneaded Myron's well-muscled buttocks, I couldn't help but stare down at the bursting pouch of thong that began to stretch between his legs. I found myself allowing my hands to rub against the bared part of his crotch as I massaged his ass.

The bulk and size of his cock and balls was mesmerizing me. To my surprise, I felt myself getting an erection as I worked on the muscular ass and continued to nudge his rapidly enlarging penis.

Finally, Myron rolled over. His dick was starting to poke straight up, practically tearing the thong from him. He casually reached down and slowly, confidently, pulled the thong off and threw it aside. His huge dick stood up along his belly. It must have been close to 12 inches. I'd never seen anything like it. He smiled as I stared at his prize. Then he lay back down. The immense organ arched up over his stomach reaching up to his lower chest. It pulsated. I tried to continue applying the lotion to his thighs, but as I watched the thick powerful dick continue to hover over him, pulsating rhythmically, I slowed and almost stopped. It was as if his dick, with its strength, size and power was magictizing me.

He whispered, "I've seen that look before."

He slowly—gently but firmly—grabbed the back of my neck. As he grabbed the base of his cock in one hand, pointing it straight upward, he brought my head down to the knob of his dick. My lips were brought firmly to the bulbous, sticky, head of his cock. My lips opened. I took his cock into my mouth. From there it is all a haze to me. I only remember my hand taking the base of his dick from him as I began swirling my tongue around the head of the gigantic dick. I began to bob up and down on it. In the back of my mind I knew I was blowing the old man, but my mind blotted it out.

I found myself just wanting to please Myron. I was pumping the behemoth organ into my mouth, running my pursed lips up and down over the head of the big dick. Myron was grunting now. I heard him mumble, "Born cocksucker," several times. My spittle, mixed with his precum was running out of my mouth, down the thick barrel of his shaft.

We were getting loud. In the back of my mind I wondered if someone would hear us and we'd be found. But I was so hot, I continued on, slurping and sucking away noisily on the wonderful, giant cock that Myron was feeding me.

Myron was on his elbows now watching me suck him off. He continued to grunt, "Cocksucker," over and over as I continued laboring over his monster cock.

"Suck it...that's it cocksucker...suck it like you've wanted to since you set eyes on me," Myron hissed over and again, taking charge of me. I found myself responding by sucking and working ever harder to please this new master I had found.

I felt Myron's hand pulling down my suit. My seven-inch dick was harder than it had been in years. In the last few years the truth is I had trouble performing with my wife. I had trouble attaining and maintaining an erection. Such was not the case with Myron. As he played with my dick I realized I was going to cum if he continued.

Suddenly Myron came. My mouth filled violently with the thick jism he gave forth. He grunted over and over. I wondered if I could contain it all.

"Swallow it!" he barked down at me. I did. It still overflowed down onto my fingers though. Like a thick white molasses his semen ran down onto my fingers, my hand, and over my wrist.

I squirted under his hand manipulations. It seemed minor compared to Myron's explosion. But I could hear him grunt amusedly at my quick ejaculation.

When we were done we lay side by side, sans our bathing suits.

After several minutes he reached over lazily and fondled my cock and then my balls.

"You're my boy, now," he said. I laid quietly, acquiescing to his pronouncement. I'd never felt so secure and comforted with someone before. As Myron put his arm around me and pulled me to him—as a man would a woman—I felt I was in the presence of a truly confident and powerful man.

As we lay there, I would suck him off again before we put our suits back on and walked up toward the motel. We did so arm in arm. As we passed some other men walking along the beach, they looked at us knowingly. Occasionally, Myron's hand would reach down squeezing and patting my ass.

When we got back up to the motel, Myron told me to call him if I wanted to that evening.

After showering in my room, I thought I'd just go to bed early and leave early the next morning. But as I lay in bed, images of the day kept coming to mind. Especially of Myron and his mammoth dick. I was hard again and horny. I called Myron and asked if I could come over. He said, sure.

We wound up in bed all that evening making love.

The next morning we were awoken by a phone call. It was a minor emergency down at the motel office. As I watched Myron talking on the phone, standing a few feet away from the bed, I was impressed with his calm and command. He calmly but assertively told the permister on the other end what to do and how to handle the problem.

I lay leaning on one elbow, watching "my man" handling the situation confidently, one hand on his hip, his trunk like cock hanging out in front of him, wagging as he'd walk around talking into the phone. As he'd occasionally turn his back to me, I could see the large sack of balls dangling a good six inches down from his groin.

I realized that I was watching an alpha male at work. Although Myron may have originally seemed small and scrawny to me, he decided he wanted me, a straight masculine male, and took what he wanted. He seduced me into being his, "boy," and sharing his bed. He also seduced me into servicing his every need. He was for all intents and purposes, my superior, my master.

When he was done on the phone, he strode back to the bed I lay waiting for him in, his trunk-like dick bouncing off his thighs as he walked. He reached over and grasped my dick. It was hard as a poker.

"What's this all about," he smiled. We kissed deeply, his tongue probing my mouth. When our lips parted, he whispered, "Are you my boy?'

"Yes," I responded.

He then began to casually tell me about what was happening down at the office as he took the pillows and piled them in the middle of the bed. As he continued discussing the office situation, he casually signaled for me to position myself over the pillows, ass in the air. Myron continued chatting as I assumed the position he had calmly, wordlessly, ordered me to assume.

As I lay waiting, Myron chatted along about the work situation as he opened a jar of Vaseline and dished it out by his fingers. And as he continued on about the office he casually spread my cheeks with the thumb and fore finger of one hand and applied the Vaseline to my asshole with the other.

"There we go" he interjected within his monologue about work briefly as he stuck his greased fingers up my ass, applying the lubricant.

Then Myron, just as casually, positioned himself behind me and began working his over sized dick into my ass. It hurt tremendously as he stretched me to the maximum. In time he worked his long, fat cock into my rectum, then deep into my bowels. Shortly he was pumping himself into me.

In a mirror across from us, I could see this little, old man mounting me and humping into me. What more blatant form of dominance, I thought, than one human mounting and humping another for his pleasure. Myron was doing just that. He was mounting and humping me. Using me—using my ass—for his pleasure.

At one point Myron held me by the back of my neck, pushing my face down into the bed as he leveraged himself for greater penetration as he pounded his loins into my ass, smacking and slapping away with his pelvis as if it were spanking my ass. I could only lie beneath him passively grunting at the pain he was inflicting on me. And yet, my penis stiffened under the battering. I came into the pillows below me.

After several minutes, Myron came voluminously. He flooded my bowels with his masculine enema. I could hear him grunting above and behind me, squeezing one of my ass cheeks as he came. Then he fell onto my back and lay on me for a few minutes before disengaging himself and lying back on the bed.

I ran to the bathroom. After a few minutes I emerged with a hot wet cloth to clean him with. He smiled at me as I lovingly cleaned his cock.

"You're my bitch," he offered. I said nothing. We both knew I agreed.

Later that day I stopped by his office before leaving. Two of the clerks there smiled to each other when I asked if I could step back into Myron's office. They remembered me as the apparently straight guy who the other day appeared annoyed at Myron's come on. Now they could see, Myron knew best.

When I got back to his office, he asked what I wanted. I said, to say goodbye. He pushed his chair out from behind the desk, spreading his legs somewhat obscenely, and asked me how I intended to say goodbye.

I knew the clerks outside would hear, but I didn't care. I kneeled down in front of Myron and unzipped him. I fished out the big dick I had come to love so, and sucked him off. I could hear his young male clerks giggling in the outer office.

Since Myron, I have been with a couple of other older confident men in the Bay Area where I live. With a family, I do have to keep my relationships secret. But I cannot go back to just a hetero life style. Myron changed all that. Myron changed my life.

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Meeting Mark


When my step-flower said she was coming home from college to visit, we were pleased of course and somehow not surprised when she said she was bringing a guy who was "just a friend". She has something of a naïve belief that guys just want to be friends with her, but of course it always turns into something else. She truly seems to have no clue that she's way too hot for guys to be "just friends" with. For my part, of course I couldn't resist giving her a hard time about it. I started teasing her about her "friend" and she insisted that he was just that. I persisted and reminded her of all the other just friends that she'd had previously and she finally said that this one was definitely just a friend because he's gay. I assumed she was just trying to shut me up, and who could blame her, but she went on to explain that he's something of a militant for rights on campus and leads a couple of organizations not just for gay rights, but for a number of other causes as well. This finally shut me up which is never easy to do.

That night I was feeling especially frisky with my wife and of course she took the opportunity to tease me about the cause of my arousal. She stroked my cock and teased that I must be turned on by the thought of having a gay man in the house. She and I have shared many fantasies involving me being with another man and she didn't miss the chance to point out the potential even if we both knew that I wouldn't act on it. Nevertheless, we had our usual amazing sex as we talked about a scenario that was closer to real than usual and that really turned us both on even more.

The next weekend they arrived on Friday night in time for dinner. Introductions were made all around and as I met Mark, I have to admit that the fact that he was gay was front and center in my mind. Throughout dinner, I kept having thoughts of him having sex with another man, he was good looking and well built, though not overly so. His permisterality was similar as well, assertive and sure, but not cocky. It was really a good conversation through dinner when I could follow it. I hoped that my distraction didn't show or at least that no one would guess the cause. Our step-flower decided she was going to take our flower shopping the next morning and Mark said he was going to have to stay here and get caught up on a little school work if nobody minded. We said of course not and then my wife looked at me sort of slyly and said, "Actually, I have to go into work for a while in the morning anyway".

As we climbed into bed that night, my wife reached over and found my cock already hard. She smiled and stroked it slowly and said, "Thinking about you and Mark having a little quality time tomorrow?"

I laughed and said no rather weakly. She stroked my cock slowly for a minute and I felt like I was going to cum already when she stopped and said, "Well I'm going to leave this alone just in case, so you're good and ready". My balls suddenly ached even more and my hand went to my cock, but she stopped me and I moaned, "You bitch". She replied, "That's right", with a smile. It took me a long time to fall to relax.

I slept later than usual and only woke when my wife came in the bedroom with a cup of coffee for me. She said that our flowers were just getting ready to leave and she was just finishing some computer work and was then going to leave as well. She slid her hand beneath the sheets and gave my cock a stroke. It jumped readily and my balls resumed aching and she said, "I'll take care of that later if you don't get any other offers" and with a wink, she walked out. I watched the sports news and a little while later she came back to give me a kiss as she was leaving. What I didn't know was that part of her "computer work" was leaving some of the erotic stories I'd written open but minimized on the computer that Mark was going to be using this morning. She knew they'd be impossible for him to miss and she suspected that when he read the rather graphic content he would be spurred into action. All the stories that I'd written involved me being with other men and exploring my many fantasies of gay and bi sex and presentation.

I turned the TV off and finished my coffee, then got up to take a shower. As I stood under the warm stream of water, my cock rose and I began to stroke it slowly. I had to admit, that my mind wandered to Mark again. Just the fact that I was alone in the house with a gay man was arousing enough, but there was something about him that was very erotic as well. I stroked myself slowly, but before I came, I stopped and resolved to save it for my wife when she got home. I had to try hard to divert my mind to something that would allow my erection to deflate despite its repeated arousal without satisfaction, but eventually, I resumed my shower in relative distraction. I got out and toweled off and by now was thinking of a few things that I had to get done at some point during the day. I walked out of the bathroom naked and went towards my bureau as usual. What wasn't usual was that Mark was lying naked on our bed slowly stroking his cock.

I stopped, in shock and stupidly said, "Mark, what are you doing?"

He didn't answer for some time and then said slowly, "I'm stroking my cock."

I couldn't say anything at first, but finally, my mouth reacted properly and said, "You need to leave."

He didn't move and didn't answer at first, then said, "Do I. It looks like your cock says otherwise."

My cock, of course, displayed my true feelings and was throbbing hard already. I dropped my eyes down, partly from embarrassment and partly to confirm the betrayal that I could feel pulsing hot through my body. My eyes drifted slowly up and stared at his cock. He was still lightly stroking his hand up and down the shaft. I stared and could do nothing but observe every detail. It was beautiful. Long and thick, not huge, but big and perfectly shaped, I stared and couldn't look away. My trance was broken by him getting up from the bed and walking towards me. My eyes dropped again. I was too nervous and embarrassed to look at him. I could see a wet spot at the tip of my cock and then could see his body come into view as he stepped close to me. His hands gently slid over my nipples, causing my body to convulse and more wetness to seep from the end of my cock. His hand went to my cock and he wiped his fingers across the wet head and I thought that I would cum all over his hand. He brought his hand to my mouth and pushed my chin up so that I was powerd to look at him at the same time. My mouth went to his fingers and licked the salty wetness from them as he said, "You're hungry aren't you?"

I nodded my head in shame and hunger.

He smiled and said, "You want to suck my cock don't you?"

I nodded my head again.

"That's not good enough. Tell me what you want."

"I want to suck your cock", I said with a trembling voice.

"I know you do. You want me to make you my whore. You don't just want to suck my cock, you want to worship it. You want every drop of cum you can get out of it, don't you."

It was not a question and he knew the answer of course. "Oh god yes. I want your cock in my mouth. I want you to fuck me and I want to you to give me all your hot cum", I blurted out as I dropped to my knees in front of him and his swollen cock.

I stared straight ahead at it and he took it in his hand and slowly stroked it up and down again. He bent his cock forward and ran it across my cheek and under my chin. He powerd my head up with it, to look him in the face. I tried to look away, but couldn't. He said, "Where do you want my cum?"

"Everywhere" was all I could say.

He smiled. A sort of wry smiled that seemed to be amused by what a cum slut I was in front of him. I was beyond embarrassment by now and was consumed by lust. My servitude fed his arousal and he gave way to his power over me completely. "I'm going to give it to you everywhere before we're done," he said, "but I'm going to start with your face, because a slut should have cum on his face before he gets fucked. Get on the bed."

I climbed onto the bed and he pulled my head around so that it was close to the edge. He stood over me, stroking his cock. I stared in amazement and lust at his cock and heavy balls just inches from my face. My body quivered and my face was frozen in a look of lustful anticipation. "Tell me what you want", he panted.

"Cum on my face. Oh god, cum on my face. Shoot your hot cum on me. Cover me. I want it. Please. Cum on my face. Please. Please Mark. Please. Please." I ranted.

I watched his balls pull tight to the base of his cock. His cock throbbed and jerked. His cum flew and landed hot on my face. Shot after hot shot flew from his lurching cock all over my face and neck and into my hair. My orgasm came. Cum poured from my cock out onto my belly. His legs grew weak from the power of his orgasm and he leaned forward onto the bed to steady himself, pressing his cock and balls into my face as he did. I licked and sucked at his cum soaked balls. A long moan that started when I saw the first throb of his cock was muffled but not diminished by his messy crotch pressed to my face. I felt his hand on my cock and though its hardness had only diminished slightly, I felt it grow harder still. He regained his strength and brought his hand to my mouth. I licked my cum greedily from his fingers. He ran his fingers through the cum that he had shot all over my face and smiled at me, seeing that I was eagerly awaiting whatever he wanted to do to me next. He slid his hand under my neck and lifted my head towards the head of the bed. He spread cum everywhere he touched me. I was lying on the bed now, with my head toward the top and he straddled my chest and pressed forward, saying, "Suck my cock".

I did so eagerly and he slowly began to move his hips back and forth, fucking my face. I nearly fetishd, but he went slowly at first and then fed me more and more of his cock with each forward stroke. I wanted every inch of him inside me and relaxed my throat and gave over to him. "That's it. Suck it. Oh yea, take the whole thing. I knew you were a cocksucker the first time I saw you. Yea, take it you fucking cocksucker. Yea, suck that cock. Oh god Steve, you are such a cock hungry slut. I'm going to fuck your face and then I'm going to fuck your ass."

I felt his heavy balls slap against my chin and my nose press into the matted hair of his crotch with each forward stroke. His hand pressed to the back of my head and pulled my hair hard with each forward stroke, burying his cock into my hungry mouth. He stopped and rolled off of me. "Get on your knees, bitch. I'm going to fuck that tight ass of yours now."

The sound that escaped me was half moan and half whimper. I quickly moved to my knees, my head and shoulders pressed to the bed. "Reach back and spread your cheeks for me", he commanded.

"Oh god, fuck my ass", I panted as my hands pulled my ass cheeks apart, exposing my tight hole to him.

"Shut up slut", he barked. "Push your finger in there and loosen it up for me."

I wiped my finger around the sweat and cum that had run between my legs and then slowly powerd my finger up inside my tight ass. I felt like such a slut, finger fucking my ass in front of him, but I wanted so badly for him to fuck me and my finger felt so good, I slowly worked it in and out moaning.

"You are such a horny bitch", he taunted. "Work another finger in there so my cock doesn't split you open."

"Please, just fuck me", I moaned, but I complied, powering a second finger into my ass.

"Oh, I'm going to fuck you alright. I'm going to shove my whole cock into that tight little ass of yours. I'm going to fuck it until it milks my cum. I'm going to fill your slut ass with hot cum."

His hand pulled mine away, my fingers popping out and quickly replaced by the fat head of his cock. It was coated with cum and saliva and he leaned forward in one steady thrust pushing his whole cock into my ass. I felt his weight on me and over me and it pressed my head and shoulders into the soft bed. I moaned. A slow deep moan. My ass felt impossibly full and my cock throbbed and dripped. He eased his cock back and then slowly forward again. I could feel every beautiful inch of it touch every nerve and sending waves of only pleasure over my entire body. My hips rocked back, wanting him to fuck me harder and deeper. "Yes. Yes. Fuck me. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Oh yea, fuck me", I panted.

His hands took my hips and he began to thrust powerfully and deeply with each stroke. His hips crashed against my ass and he couldn't fuck me hard enough or fast enough for either of us. We were both blind to anything but our own lust and he fucked my ass wildly. My hands clutched handfuls of the bedspread, trying to get a grip to power myself back harder against his thrusts. I panted and struggled to breath, my face buried in the blankets. I felt his cock stiffen and throb in my ass and my cum start to flow as he reached around and stroked me. I lifted my head from the mattress and saw my wife standing inside the bedroom doorway, leaning back against the door with her pants around her knees. She rubbed her clit furiously with the flat of her hand pressed hard against her mound. She came hard as we did and it wasn't the last time that morning for any of us.

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A Pie From The Mother


I met Caitlin in a night club when we were both aged nineteen. We quickly fell madly in love with each other and within three months we had set up our first home together. Life was great to start with; we were young, in love and could not get enough of each other.

However as we shared our lives together we slowly began to have our differences, and our relationship deteriated from the perfect start to one where after eighteen months together we came to the mutual decision that it was best to break up and go our separate ways. I suppose that one of the main causes of our relationship deteriating was our sex life. To start with we made love all the time, enjoying each others bodies and experiencing new and different things together. However it soon became apparent that Caitlin had very prudish and different attitudes towards sex than I did.

Since I was a young teenager I have always had a fetish for sperm and cream pies. Before Caitlin my previous sexual encounters had indulged me at times in this fetish. I had several previous casual girlfriends and one night stands that used to let me clean up and eat out the sperm from their sticky pussies after we had made love. I really enjoy the sight, taste and smell of a fresh cream pie. Unfortunately the first time that I tried to go down on Caitlin after we had made love to taste my cream pie, she screamed and pushed my head away saying that it was disgusting and un-natural.

Caitlin did try and make the effort to accommodate my fetish. Occasionally if she had a few takes and got a little tipsy she would let me clean up her pussy of my sperm with my tongue and mouth, but she never really enjoyed it and I could tell that she was only going through he motions to try and please me. She would not even shave or trim her pussy hair, which she knew that I preferred, saying that it was not normal to do so. We tried to talk about my fetish on occasions, but she always told me that it disgusted her and that she could not understand how I could possibly get any enjoyment from seeing her used sticky pussy full up with sperm, let alone licking and tasting it. I remember one time vividly when we talked and I suggested that it would be great to let another man fuck her so that I could eat up a cream pie that was not my own. Caitlin went berserk at this suggestion and we didn't even talk to each other for at least a week. It was probably this admission that I would enjoy watching her with another man, and then afterwards eating up the sticky mess that they had made together that was the final straw for our relationship. It was not long after I had mentioned this that we agreed that we were not compatible and it would be best for all concerned if we were to split up.

About three months after I had split from Caitlin I was starting to sort my life out again. I had moved in to a pleasant one bedroom flat and was making social contacts with a group of friends that had nothing to do with Caitlin and our previous life together. I had had the pleasure of a couple of one night stands and enjoyed going down on one of the girls after we had fucked. I had seen Caitlin around a couple of times and we remained on reamisterably friendly terms with each other. Things were certainly starting to look up. It was at this time that I had a telephone call from Anne, Caitlin's lady. She invited me round to her house for a cup of tea one morning for a chat and to catch up.

Anne was a pleasant lady aged in her mid forties. She was always impeccibly dressed, although always on the conservative side. She looked reamisterably attractive for her age, and she still had a good figure which was aided by her membership of a private health and beauty club, which she attended on a regular basis. She was happily married to Steve and I had always got on well with both of them when I had visited her home with Caitlin. She had always been warm and very hospitable while I was living with her flower, and it did not seem un-natural for her to contact me to arrange a meeting for a chat.



As arranged a few days after her phone call I arrived early one morning at Anne's house. She welcomed me in, made me comfortable in her lounge and prepared a take. As we made idle chat over a cup of tea and biscuits Anne finally got round to asking "Why exactly did you separate from Caitlin?"

"It's a long story," I replied. "But in the end we decided that we weren't really getting along and that it was best for both of us to move on."

"That's a shame." Anne said. "I was looking forward to eventually having you as a mister-in-law."

"I'm sorry." I meekly replied.

"No problem, these things happen in life. Why did you think that you weren't getting along?"

"There were lots of reamisters," I replied as evasively as possible as I really couldn't go into the details of our relationship with Anne.

"I thought that the two of you were getting along so well, I was really surprised, and sad, when you broke up."

"Yeah it was a real shame," I muttered.

"Was it because Caitlin wouldn't give you cream pies?" Anne bluntly asked.

I didn't know where to look or what to do. I was so embarrassed and could feel my face and neck flushing red with total embarrassment. I could not take in that Anne had mentioned cream pies. How, and what did she know? Why was she asking me this? How embarrassing for my ex-girlfriends lady to even mention the word in my presence.

"Last week I had a long heart to heart chat with Caitlin and she finally got round to telling me some of the reamisters as to why you split up," Anne said. "She told me that you seem to have a fetish about sperm and cream pies, and that she just couldn't bring herself to give you what you wanted. My flower seems to have very prudish ideas when it comes to sex."

I listened to Anne in total shock. This was my ex girlfriends lady talking openly about sperm and cream pies as if they were the most normal thing in the world. I could not believe that I was listening to her bringing this matter up in conversation about her own flower.

"Was that the reamister why you split from my flower?" Anne asked.

I muttered "I don't know what you mean."

"As Caitlin wouldn't let you clean her pussy up after you had made love, was that the reamister that you split up?"

I nodded slowly embarrassingly back at Anne.

"Was it?" said Anne again a little more firmly.

"Yes," I replied in a voice that was barely a whisper.

I couldn't believe that I was sitting in my ex girlfriends lady's lounge, takeing tea and admitting to her that I had split up from her flower because she wouldn't let me eat up my sperm from her sticky pussy after we had made love. The whole situation seemed totally surreal and I was very embarrassed. I fidgeted in my chair trying to think of a tactful way that I could quickly get out of there.

"That's a real shame," Anne said. "I'm sorry that the pair of you couldn't sort it out."

"Yeah," was the only reply that I could muster as I still could not believe that Anne had brought this up.

As we sat in silence I did not know what to do. I looked down at the tea in my cup and tried to think of something to say to change the subject. The silence between us seemed to go on for ages and the atmosphere in the room appeared almost physically heavy. Eventually I looked up from my tea cup and met Anne's gaze sitting opposite me. Our eyes locked together and in a very matter of fact voice Anne said to me "my pussy is full of sperm right now."

I just stared back at Anne not quite taking in what she had just said.

"Did you hear what I said?" She asked.

I nodded my head to reply. Even if I had wanted to speak I'm not sure that I could have done as my mouth and throat had gone totally dry.

"Steve made love to me this morning just before he left for work. I usually shower straight afterwards but I didn't this morning as I knew that you were coming for a chat. I just slipped my knickers quickly back on."

I just stared at Anne listening to what she was saying.

"The gusset of my knickers is soaking wet and I can feel Steve's sperm leaking out from my pussy." Anne told me.

I still could not say anything to Anne. My mouth was dry with a mixture of excitement and total embarrassment. I could not believe that Anne was speaking to me like this and telling me about her used pussy.

"I felt Steve come inside my pussy this morning; I felt his warm sperm exploding deep inside me." Anne told me. "Is it turning you on me talking to you this?" she asked.

"Yes," I replied in a very quiet whisper.

"Good," Anne said. "He was making love to me doggy fashion and his cock felt really deep inside me. When he came I felt each warm spurt inside my pussy. He came so much and really filled me up."

"Oh," I moaned aloud thinking about Anne being fucked by her husband.

"My pussy is really wet and sticky now, what do you think it looks like?" Anne asked.

I didn't know what to say but was trying to imagine the sight of Anne's sticky, well fucked pussy with Steve's fresh sperm running out and soaking into her knickers.

"Have you actually tasted another mans come from a pussy?" Anne asked.

"No," I mumred as I embarrassingly shook my head.

"I bet you'd like to?" Anne said.

I nodded my head slowly back to her in reply.

As I watched Anne sitting in the armchair opposite me she placed her hand in her lap at the top of her expensive tweed skirt. She looked me directly in the eye as she pushed her hand slowly under the waist band of the skirt and moved it downwards. I watched the movement of her hand underneath the material of her dress and noticed the shape that her knuckles made as she bunched them up against the soft material. As she still held eye contact with me, with her hand obviously down her knickers, she let out a small moan as her fingers found her pussy. Anne then moved her hand in a circular motion for a few seconds, and then pulled it out slowly from underneath her skirt. She held two of her fingers up and I saw that they were very slimy and sticky. Anne got up from her chair and stepped forward to where I was sitting. "Would you like to taste my sticky fingers?" She said.

I nodded at her still incapable of speaking after what I had just seen. Anne held the two fingers that had just been deep in her pussy out towards me and I saw that they were very slimy. I could see that the top half of one of her fingers was covered in white globules of her husband's sticky sperm. Anne pushed her fingers towards my face and I opened my mouth and sucked them in. I tasted her musky pussy juices mixed with the salty bitter taste of the globule of her husband's sperm. I sucked her fingers clean and licked my lips appreciatively.

"Did that taste good?"

"Oh yes," I hastily replied.

Anne briskly moved away from me, "good, I'm glad that you enjoyed that. I think that you had better leave now."

I felt as if I had been dismissed by a school teacher and Anne's attitude had quickly changed to a distant and professional manner.

"I suggest that you leave and have a think about what has just happened. I would be grateful if you did not mention this to anyone else, and especially not to Caitlin."

"I promise that I won't tell anyone." I replied.

"I will phone you sometime during the next few days," Anne said.

I left Anne's house quickly and returned to my own flat. I could not believe what had happened. My ex girlfriend's lady had put her fingers in her pussy and fed me her juices mixed with her husbands sperm. This was the first sperm that was not my own that I had tasted, and it was good. I spent the next few days dreaming about the sight, smell and taste of Anne's pussy after it had been fucked by Steve. It seemed as if I walked around with a permanent erection as I mentally imaging her sticky sperm filled pussy and what it would be like to place my mouth over it and gently lick and suck.

A few days later I had a telephone call from Anne. She asked how I felt about what had happened when she invited me round to her house for a chat. I was a little more confident now about what had happened and told her that I had very much enjoyed our meeting and what had taken place. Anne asked if I would like to come round and see her again. I replied that I would love to see her again and we arranged that I should come and visit her the following morning at 9.00.



Just before 9.00 am I walked up the large gravel driveway to approach Anne's house. I noticed that Steve's car was not parked outside so he must have already left for work. I rang the bell and waited for what seemed like ages for Anne to answer. The door slowly opened to reveal Anne wearing an expensive looking long silk gown.

"Hi, I've been waiting for you to arrive, do come inside."

I once again entered her familiar house and stood before her in the spacious hallway.

"I think that we both know why I've invited you round again don't we," Anne said with a wry smile on the corner of her lips.

"I think that I do." I replied.

"Would you like to come upstairs with me then," Anne asked giving me a sexy wink.

"Yes please," I eagerly replied.

As I replied Anne turned to walk up the wide stairs that led off from her spacious hallway. I followed behind her watching her ass sway inside the covering of her flimsy silk gown. At the top of the stairs she pushed open a door and walked into a large bedroom. I followed into the room behind her and she turned and pushed closed the door. As she brushed past me to close the door I inhaled her expensive heady perfume which was very intoxicating. The large king-size bed behind her was unmade and the covers were roughly pushed back as if someone had not long got out of it.

Anne stood in front of me and slowly started to undo the buttons down the front of her silk robe. I started to feel excited as I realised that Anne was going to expose her body to my gaze. As she undid her buttons she matter of factly said "Steve gave me a quickie not long ago before he left for work this morning, and my pussy seems to be dripping with his hot sperm." My mouth went dry as Anne told me this and I could feel my heart start to beat faster and pound in my chest. "Would you like to clean my dirty pussy up?" Anne asked.

"Oh yes." I managed to say as Anne stepped out of her robe in front of me. Anne was naked now apart from a pair of small white lacy panties. I stared at her knickers and noticed the large wet spot covering the front of them. She looked delicious even though her breasts sagged a little and were not as firm as her flowers. I watched as Anne placed a thumb each side of her panties and slowly eased them down over her pussy. As her knickers slipped down her pussy slowly and seductively came into view. She was neatly trimmed and I noticed that unlike her flower she had shaved away the lower area of her pubic hair to reveal a totally smooth area round her crinkly long love lips. Anne slipped her knickers off her ankles then lay down completely naked on the bed in front of me.

Anne looked at me and smiled; she then opened her legs and drew her knees upwards. "Eat me," was all that she said. I looked at her naked body. Her nipples were standing out hard from her breasts. As she spread her legs her pussy had gaped open and I could see that her long smooth love lips were matted and sticky with sperm. As she lay looking at me I watched as a trickle of thick white liquid start to ooze out from the bottom of her gaping pussy hole. "Come and taste me." She said.

I needed no further encouragement and quickly moved forward to position myself between her parted thighs. As I gazed on her pussy I inhaled deeply savouring the musky aroma that was emanating from her sticky pussy. I moved forward and poked my tongue out to touch and open up her long smooth love lips. As I did so the contact of my tongue on her sensitive pussy made Anne moan out loud. I ran my tongue up the length of her moist crack and tasted the juices that were starting to flow out from inside her.

Anne was very wet and sticky and as I probed her pussy with my tongue she contracted her muscles and powerd a great wad of her husband's sperm out into my willing waiting mouth. I felt the hot sperm coat the inside of my mouth and tongue, and tasted the salty bitter flavour as I swallowed the stringy strands down. I licked and probed Anne's pussy which was making her moan in appreciation. I looked up from between her legs and saw that she was pinching her nipples and rolling the hard buds between her thumb and forefinger. Her legs clamped together on my head as I rhythmically stroked her clitoris with my tongue. I swallowed down all the juices that were flowing from her pussy. The more I concentrated on her clitoris the more that Anne writhed beneath me. I did not have to lick for much longer before Anne's body seemed to shudder underneath me and a long low moan escaped from her lips. I felt her pussy muscles spasm on my tongue as she shuddered through a huge orgasm.

As Anne's orgasm subsided and I moved my head away from between her parted legs she crudely asked "do you want to fuck me?"

I didn't answer her but just started stripping my clothes off. As I stepped out of my pants my hard cock sprang into view. It had been rock hard virtually since I had first walked through her door. I moved forward and without hesitation pulled Anne's legs over my shoulders and sank my hardness straight into her dripping pussy. I slid inside her with one smooth thrust and enjoyed the feeling as her hot pussy engulfed my cock and seemed to pull me in. I thrust into Anne and she moved her body to meet mine. All that could be heard was our heavy breathing and the slapping noise that our bodies made as we thrust against each other. As I pushed my cock into Anne I realised that she was a much better fuck than her flower.

"Fill me up lover," Anne moaned at me.

I pulled my cock out from Anne and told her to turn over. She did as I asked and knelt on the bed with her ass high in the air. Once again she parted her legs and I saw the puckered star of her pink asshole with her gaping wet pussy beneath. I positioned myself behind her and pushed my cock deep into her. Anne moaned as I filled her pussy up and started thrusting. As I fucked her doggy fashion I felt Anne's hand brush my balls and realised that her hand was between her legs with her fingers rubbing over her own clit. The speed of my thrusting increased and as Anne played with herself I could not hold back any longer and grunted as I erupted my sperm into her pussy, which not long ago had been filled by her husband. Anne moaned as I came and I realised that she was orgasming as well.

"Lie down lover," Anne said to me as I pulled my softening cock out from her pussy. I did as she asked and lay on my back on the large bed. Anne quickly moved to straddle me and I looked up to see her open pussy messy with my fresh sperm. Anne slowly lowered herself down until her pussy was only inches above my head. I could smell her musky woman scent. "Open your mouth wide" she said. I did as she commanded and then she squeezed her internal muscles and a great wad of my sperm slipped out from her smooth pussy. I took all the hot mixture into my mouth and swirled it round with my tongue before swallowing it all down. It tasted delicious. Anne then sat down on my face and ground her very wet pussy on my mouth and chin. I poked my tongue out to lap at the pink wet depths of her pussy as she used my face to grind her pussy up and down on. Once again it did not take long for Anne to shudder to an orgasm as she moved her pussy over my face. As she moved off me I licked my lips to wipe the copious amounts of sticky love juice that were still covering my mouth and lips.

"That was great," Anne said. "My flower does not know what she missed."

Shortly afterwards we both dressed and I left Anne's house. I could still taste a subtle aftertaste of the sperm that I had eaten. Anne has not been in contact for a while. I'm not sure whether this is because she is embarrassed by what happened, or because her husband has not filled her up again with his sperm before he has left for work. I am hoping that she will phone again soon so that I can get another taste of Steve's sticky sperm from her pussy.

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A Dark Desire

"Not Guilty" were the words that emanated from the judges mouth as I sat there before her. Finally, months of court proceedings were over. Now I just had to sign a bunch of records and I would be free to go. Debbie stood up in the court room and began screaming and cursing at me in front of every one. Tears streamed down her face as she continued to scream at me. Her husband Dan tried to calm her down but he had no success. Finally the police officers in the court room took her by her arms and led her out of the court room. Her husband Dan followed her as she continued to scream at me while looking over her shoulder. "Murderer" she kept chanting. "Murderer, ***er, ***er" She continued to scream as she sobbed heavily.

I looked at My wife Deanna and hugged her. I knew what happened was emotional but my wife supported me because she believed in me. It was an accident when I backed out of my driveway that fateful day three months ago. Debbie and Dan's two girls ran behind my car instantly as I began to back out and I just couldn't stop. I cried myself to relax for several weeks replaying the events that had occurred as I accidentally took the life of two beautiful young girls.

It was a long three months but finally a witness spoke up to support what had actually happened. No matter what I did or where I went after the accident I could not escape Debbie or Dan as they made my life a living hell. I think it was harder on Deanna as her and Debbie were close friends since school. Everywhere I went I had to put up from the verbal use from Debbie. I actually believed that she really hated me now. Even her husband Dan would get on my case. Twice he found me when I was outside and alone and he kicked my ass silly. Dan was bigger than me and he just over powered me with every punch he threw.

Each time I received use from Debbie and Dan I would turn to my wife for support. As every day went by I began to despise them. I was actually getting very pissed that they were being so mean. Sure I accidentally *******ed their flowers, but I apologized over and over. No matter what was said in court they didn't believe it. I was innocent. They didn't want to hear that though.

Still after I was found innocent the use continued. Deanna suggested that maybe we move out into the country to get away from everyone but I didn't want to. I didn't want to be a baby and run away and hide. I was innocent. I didn't have anything to run and hide from. Day after day I had to hear Debbie's voice screaming at me how she hated me and she wished I would die. She even told me that she would run me over if she ever saw me out while she was driving.

I finally had enough. I couldn't take her anymore. I couldn't take Dan anymore for fear of having the living cuckolds brownie kicked out of me. As I laid in bed at night I began to come up with a plan for revenge. A real bad plan which could possibly land me in a serious cuckolds brownie load of trouble.

I began to watch my neighbors more closely. I began to learn what time Debbie left for work and when she returned home. I did the same for Dan as well. I remembered where Dan worked and I knew there was a very formal event that he and Debbie were going to attend. That's when I was going to get my revenge.

Saturday came and I watched as Dan and Debbie got into their car and leave. I knew they would be coming home before they went to their social engagement. I jumped over the fence and walked through their back yard. I walked up onto their porch and looked around to make sure nobody was watching me. To my luck not a soul was around. I tried the handle to the door but it was locked. I walked over to the window on the porch and pushed the screen up. It rose up without any difficulty and I stepped into their living room. I pulled the screen back down and began to look around. I looked through the living room and kitchen. I went to the room their flower's shared. Not a thing was touched as everything remained just how the youngren had left them. Next I walked into Debbie and Dan's bedroom.

Suddenly I heard their car pull up and I heard their car doors slam. I turned quickly and hid in their closet. I could hear their key turning the lock of the back door. I dropped my roll of duct tape so I quickly ran out into the bedroom to pick it up. I scurried back into the closet leaving it open only a crack. I heard the door close and I could hear Debbie and Dan talking. My heart was beating so hard I thought that they would hear it. Sweat began to form on my brow as I knew I was now guilty of breaking and entering. I was already past the point of no return and I knew I had to take care of business.

I was kind of surprised when I heard them talking about me. I heard Debbie that she was afraid that her relationship with my wife was in jeopardy but that she didn't care because her family came first. Then I heard Dan saying how he really wanted to kick my ass again but this time for good. Next I heard the television turn on. Debbie told Dan to watch the game while she showered and got ready for the evening.

Debbie walked into the bedroom and picked up her robe off of her bed and walked back out. I heard the shower running and I knew that she would be returning soon. After about twenty minutes the water shut off and I heard the shower curtain open. A few moments later I heard Debbie walk into her bedroom. Debbie walked over to her dresser which had a large mirror behind it. She flipped on a switch and an overhead light turned on. She stepped into a pair of what looked like three inch slipper heels and sat down on her chair.

I watched through the cracked open closet door as Debbie began to comb through her hair. After an eternity she finally finished. Her hair did look very nice. Next, Debbie stood up and opened her robe. My mouth almost hit the floor of the closet as I saw her breasts naked for the very first time. I was looking at the nicest set of 38d breasts ever. For her being 38 years old she was very well in shape. My eyes continued to scan her naked body from head to toe. Her ass was so sexy as she sat back down into her chair.

I watched as Debbie reached out onto her dresser and picked up a small bottle of what appeared to be some kind of lotion. I watched as she poured only a drop onto her finger. She raised her hand to her breast and began to massage the cream into her nipple and aerola. She did the same to her other breast. As I stared at her hard upturned nipples I noticed that I had something that was beginning to get hard also.

Next I watched as Debbie reached out and picked up a bottle of nail polish. First she began to paint her finger nails a sexy shade of red. She carefully stroked the nail polish brush across her nails. She blew gently on them to assist in the drying process. Next she bent down and began to paint her sexy toe nails. As she bent down she afforded me a fantastic view of her magnificent breasts as they hung down freely. Soon she finished painting all ten of her sexy toes. She just sat there for a few moments to allow the polish to dry.

Debbie got out of her chair and walked over to her dresser. As I continued to peek out of the closet I saw that she had some black material in her hand. Again Debbie returned under the single light that hung down from the ceiling. I watched as she put her arms through the straps of the sheer black lace bra. She seemed so sexy as she tucked her breasts into each cup. She looked at herself in the mirror for a few moments. She turned sideways and looked at her profile. This position gave me a good look at her sexy ass. My cock was throbbing and I wanted nothing more that to release myself and jack off.

Next I watched as Debbie stepped into her garters, positioning the material so it rode high on her sexy slender hips. Again Debbie sat down on her chair. She lifted a foot and stuck her foot into her stocking. "Wow" I thought to myself as I watched her pull on a pair of toeless stockings. She rolled the sheer material up her sexy legs and attached them to her garters. The sight of her naked toes sticking out of those sexy stockings almost caused me to blow a load in my pants.

Debbie again stood up and began to step into her panties. As she pulled them up her long sexy legs I relaxed that she was putting on a thong. I watched as the small strip of material disappeared into her ass crack. Next I watched Debbie get up and walk over to her other closet. She returned to her dresser and took a royal blue blouse off of a hanger. Debbie slid her slender arms through the sleeves and began to button it from the bottom up. She left only the top button unbuttoned. Next Debbie picked up her mini skirt off of the bed and stepped into it. "My god" I thought to myself. "She is so fucking hot." My cock continued to throb as I watched her tuck in her blouse and button and zip her mini skirt.

Again Debbie got up and walked over to her other closet and pulled out a pair of five inch black open toe high heels. She set them down on the floor and stepped into them. She placed the straps around her ankles and then stood up. She looked magnificent. Next she reached onto her dresser and placed a small gold chain around her sexy ankle. She placed a gold rope around her neck and then another chain on her wrist. She continued to adjust herself in front of the mirror and finally she was finished after she sprayed herself with perfume.

"I'm done Dan now come get ready" Debbie shouted. She walked out of her room looking so hot and sexy. As she passed Dan in the hallway I could hear him whistle at her. "Later Danny, Later."

"We don't have time for that right now" Debbie said as she walked into the living room.

Suddenly Dan appeared in the bedroom. My heart began to race. I was startled as I saw Dan walk right towards me. "Oh my god, this must be Dan's closet" I thought. Suddenly the closet door opened. I swung as hard as I could and I plastered Dan right in the face knocking him to the ground. He was almost completely knocked out as I caught him before he made too much noise from falling to the ground.

I dragged Dan over to the king size bed. First I placed duct tape over his mouth to prevent him from screaming. I took the duct tape and taped his wrists together behind his back. Next I taped his ankles together to make sure he couldn't get up. Finally I taped him to the head board poles so he could not escape. Finally I had revenge on Dan. If Dan only knew my revenge was just beginning.

I stepped behind the door as I heard Debbie walking down the hallway towards the bedroom. Debbie walked in and a shrieking scream escaped her mouth. Debbie ran to her husband and that's when I slammed the door shut. I had her trapped now. Debbie froze and spun around. "What the fuck are you doing" Debbie screamed as she reached down to help her poor beaten husband. I walked over to the bed and grabbed her and pulled her away from her poor beaten hubby. "You lady fucking ass hole, what are you doing"

"I hate you, you lady fucker." Debbie screamed. I spun her around and "SMACK." I smacked her right across her face.

Debbie was startled but still continued to scream at me. "I hate you, you lady fucker, I hope you burn in hell you ***er." Again I smacked her across her face. Tears were now streaming down her cheeks. I pulled her over to her dresser where the light hung down from the ceiling. I undid my belt with one hand and pulled it off my waist. Debbie continued to struggle to get away from me. She continued to scream at me swearing the whole time. I pulled her wrists together and wrapped my belt around them tightly. I took the other end of my belt and tied it around the light that hung down from the ceiling. Debbie continued to try to kick me but again I smacked her face.

Debbie was now sobbing heavily as I had her arms completely tied up over her head. She couldn't get away from me. I looked over at Dan and saw the rage in his eyes as he struggled to free himself. I returned to Debbie and again I smacked her face. Finally she stopped screaming because of the pain. She continued to cry as tears dripped off of her cheeks and onto the floor.

I walked behind Debbie and looked at Dan. I lowered my face to Debbie's hair and inhaled. "MMMM Debbie you smell so nice" I said. "Fuck you ass hole" Debbie replied. Again I lowered my head to her hair and I lightly kissed her ear. Debbie began to squirm to free herself. I walked around to the front of her and slapped her face harder. Suddenly Debbie was still. Only the tears from her eyes moved as they rolled off of her cheeks. Again I moved behind Debbie so I could watch her husband. I lowered my head to her neck and pushed her hair aside and I kissed her neck.

"Please don't do this" Debbie begged as she continued to cry. "Oh god no please don't" She cried. Again I kissed her neck and shoulder. I reached around her and placed my hands on her stomach. I began to caress her stomach through her dark blue blouse. I slowly inched my hands higher towards her breasts. I cupped her breasts in each hand and I heard Debbie breathe in sharply. She continued to cry and call me names as I gently cupped and squeezed her breasts. Looking over her shoulder I could see Dan struggling. I actually believed that if he was able to free himself that he would ******* me.

I began t kiss Debbie's neck while I fondled her breasts. Debbie continued to cry as I grabbed hold of her blouse in each hand. Suddenly I pulled sharply and all of her buttons popped off. I looked at Dan and saw his rage. Again I reached up and cupped her breasts. I could feel her nipples through the sheer material. I felt them harden in the palm of my hand.

Looking over her shoulder at Dan I asked Debbie "am I turning you on?"

"Fuck you, you lady fucker" Debbie replied. I let go of her left breast and reached up and slapped her face hard. I returned my hand to her breast. "I asked you a question Debbie, am I turning you on?"

"No" Debbie replied. While looking into her husbands eyes I asked "well sweetie, if I am not turning you on then why are your nipples hard?" As I squeezed her breasts I could feel her nipples becoming larger than life.

"Dan" I said. "Am I turning your wife on?" Dan was furious and mumred through the duct tape that was over his mouth. I moved my fingers towards the hook of her bra which was located in front between her magnificent breasts. I unclasped her bra slowly. I heard Debbie moan softly. "No, please don't do this to me, I am begging you" Slowly I pulled the sheer material away from her breasts causing them to sway with perfect grace.

"Baby I am going to ask you one more time, Am I turning you on?" This time Debbie remained silent as I continued to fondle her now naked breasts. I stroked her hard nipples between my fingers causing them to grow even larger. Looking at her husband I said to him "See Danny boy, I am turning your wife on."

"I bet you don't turn her on like I do" I said as I continued to stare into his eyes while I fondled his wife's breasts. Dan was full of rage He struggled to free himself but to no avail as I used plenty of duct tape to keep him held down.

Next I slid my hands down Debbie's stomach and then down over her hips. I felt the soft stockings that covered her sexy legs. Debbie's breathing was becoming deeper as I continued to caress her thigh's. I slid my hands up her legs over the top of her stockings and under her skirt feeling her hot flesh that was exposed above her stockings. I slid my hand across her ass only briefly. "Please don't do this" Debby screamed as she continued to sob.

I walked around to the front of Debbie as she stood there with her wrists tied to the over head light. Her now buttonless blouse was still on her but completely opened in the front. Her bra too was still on but was unhooked and hanging at her sides. Her breasts with hard nipples were completely exposed to my gaze and her husbands.

I reached out and placed my hands on her sides next to her breasts. I slowly slid my hands down to her hips and then down to her thighs. I continued to slide my hands down her stocking covered legs until I was on my knees in front of her and my hands were on her sexy feet. I took her right foot and lifted it from the floor. "Baby you have such sexy feet." I said. I turned around and looked at her husband.

"Doesn't your wife have sexy feet Dan?" Suddenly a tear fell from Debbie's cheek and landed on her toe as I held her foot out slightly. Her toes looked so sexy as they were completely free of her stocking except for one small strap between her big toe and the second one. I slowly pulled off her sexy five inch heel and lifted her foot to my face. I inhaled the scent of her partially naked and partially stocking clad foot. Her scent was intoxicating. I could see her tear drop that was on her big toe so I opened my mouth and slid my tongue across it to lick up her tear. As my tongue continued to caress her naked toes I looked up and now saw a very different Debbie. Her eyes were closed and her head was tilted back a little bit. I began to suck on her toes feverishly. I could hear a slight moan escape her lips. I could feel Debbie pulling her foot from my face. "Please stop it" Debbie said again. I placed her foot back into her sexy shoe and stood up.

Looking at Dan again over his wife's shoulder I said "Has Danny ever loved your feet like that. Debbie stood there silent and motionless. I reached up again while standing behind her and slapped her face again. "I asked you a question bitch, has your husband ever sucked on your toes before?"

"NO NEVER" Debbie screamed. I leaned down and bit her neck. "Am I turning you on Debbie" I asked again as I looked over at her husband. "NEVER IN A MILLION YEARS YOU MOTHER FUCKER" Debbie screamed loudly.

I stepped back a step and lifted Debbie's skirt. Her thong was in her ass crack so I slapped her ass cheeks hard twice. SMACK, SMACK. Again Debbie grew silent but I could hear her breathing was now erratic. I moved closer and reached around and cupped her breasts with both of my hands. "Now Debbie, I want you to look at your husband and tell him that I am turning you on." Debbie stood there silent as her husband struggled to free himself. Slowly I reached down and grabbed the hem of her skirt. "PLEASE NO" Debbie moaned as I slowly began to raise her skirt.

"Tell your husband that I am turning you on" I repeated. "Your not, now please stop and let us go" Debbie mumred. I raised her skirt high enough for her husband to see. I looked over her shoulder at her husband. "Dan if I am not turning your wife on then why are her panties wet? Dan could not deny the fact as he saw first hand how wet the crotch of her thong was. I reached down between Debbie's legs and cupped her wet thong covered mound. I could feel how swelled it was. I could feel her pussy lips through the sheer material. I gently squeezed Debbie's mound causing her to moan loudly. "See Dan, I am turning your wife on."

I reached back behind Debbie's ass and unhooked her skirt and unzipped it. Immediately it fell to the floor at her sexy feet. "NO PLEASE STOP NOW!" Debbie shouted. There stood Debbie in front of her husband only in her thong, stockings and heels. Her blouse and bra were still on as I had no way to take them off without untying her wrists. I didn't want to remove them anyway as they added to my excitement.

I walked around to the front of Debbie and admired her sexy body under the one single light that shone down right on her. I dropped to my knees in front of her. I began to kiss and lick her sexy legs through her stockings inching ever so slowly higher towards her knees. I kissed her thighs as I reached behind them to caress them. I placed my hands so a couple fingers were touching the lace tops of her stockings while a few fingers touched her hot flesh. I was now kissing her inner thigh's. I could smell her musky scent as I looked at her thong covered cunt.

"Please stop" Debbie half heartedly said. I could now feel her heat emanating from her pussy as my face was right in front of it. I stuck my tongue out and lightly licked her pussy right through her thong. Debbie moaned as soon as my hot tongue touched her cunt. I began to lap at her pussy right through the soaked material. I reached around and grabbed the waist band of her thong. I firmly pulled her thong down. I could feel the back strap pop out of her ass and I could hear the wet sound the material made as it pulled away from her sticky pussy. I pulled her thong down to her feet and then removed it. I looked back over at her husband and tossed her soaked thong up onto his chest. Dan was still struggling but he seemed to be wearing down.

I turned back towards Debbie and reached around and caressed her naked ass. I pulled her closer and closer to my face until I touched my lips to her pussy. Debbie was still crying as her tears dripped off of her cheeks and onto my face. I began to lap at Debbie's slit. Her pussy lips were completely swollen and dripping with nectar. I completely enjoyed the taste of Debbie's pussy as it tasted different than my wife's.

Again Debbie tried to mumble for me to stop but her protesting was getting weaker. I squeezed and caressed Debbie's hot ass while I continued to eat her pussy right in front of her husband. Tears continued to stream off of Debbie's cheeks and onto my face. I began to flick my tongue rapidly across Debbie's clit. I could feel it swelling on my tongue. It was getting larger and larger until finally I heard Debbie moan loudly and grunt. I felt her juices as they ran out of her pussy and onto my face. As Debbie stood there with her hands tied over her head, she was helpless as I mad her begin to cum. I could feel Debbie's pussy lips contracting and squeezing at my tongue. I could hear her ragged breathing as her juices continues to flow across my face and down her inner thigh's. Finally Debbie finished cumming as I saw her body shaking from the post climax feeling she was having.

I stood up and walked behind Debbie. I pulled my shirt over my head and quickly unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans. I pulled them off and then pulled my jockeys off. It felt so good to release my aching cock. I moved up behind Debbie and reached around to cup her breasts. Her nipples were so hard. I placed my cock between her legs so my shaft was parting her pussy lips and my head was sticking out in front of her. Dan could see my cock as it was nudged up between his wife's legs. Again, Dan tried desperately to free himself.

I began to kiss Dan's wife's neck and slid my tongue into her ear. Again I made Debbie moan as I continued to tongue her ear and suck on her earlobe. "No" Debbie weakly protested. I lowered my cock so it was now pointing up. I slowly raised it up enough so the tip of my cock touched her parted pussy lips. I could feel Debbie hold her breath as I looked into Dan's eyes while I began to inch my eight inch member into his wife's wet pussy. I could see the rage in Dan's eyes as I continued to slide my cock inside of his wife. Debbie stood there with her knees partially bent as she bit onto her bottom lip.

My cock was now completely inside of Debbie's pussy. I continued to fondle her breasts while I began to slowly stroke my cock in and out of her slippery love hole. The whole time I was starring into her husband's eyes. "This is payback time now for all of the grief you two have given me over the last three months" I said. I continued to fuck Debbie in front of her husband from behind. I gradually picked up the pace. Debbie began to breathe deeply. "OH GOD BABY I'M SO SORRY" Debbie screamed out. "OH MY GOD DAN I'M SO, SO SORRY"

Debbie said. I pinched her nipples and that set her over the edge. "OH MY GOD DAN FORGIVE ME" Debbie screamed as she began to cum. Debbie shook violently as I continued to fuck her pussy. "MY GOD" Debbie screamed as I reached down and rubbed her clit with my right hand. Again Debbie began to tremble. As soon as her first orgasm subsided my fingers stimulated her clit into another one. Debbie shook violently. Her pussy juice was running out of her pussy like she was pissing. "OH GOD, OH GOD, OH GOD DANNY I'M SO FUCKING SORRY" Debbie screamed as her hot body rocked into a second orgasm.

I looked over at the rage in her husbands eyes. I asked Debbie as she continued to cum "does your husband ever make you cum like this?"

"NO NEVER" Debbie screamed as she shook violently. I began to pump my cock harder in and out of her pussy as I continued to stroke her clit. "OH MY FUCKING GOD I'M CUMMING AGAIN" Debbie screamed. This time she shook so violently I had to hold her up. It felt the tingling in my nuts. "OH DAN PLEASE FORGIVE ME" Debbie screamed as she shook uncontrollably. Just then I began to cum. I felt my cum spurt out deep into Debbie's pussy. Spasm after spasm raced through our bodies simultaneously. I filled her womb with my cum as Debbie slowly came back down to earth.

Looking into Dan's eyes I pulled my now half limp cock out of his wife's pussy. I lowered my head to her ear and whispered "I just gave you your girls back." Debbie moaned as a tear trickled out of her eye. Her husband just lay there completely drained from struggling. I reached up and untied Debbie's wrists. She immediately fell to the floor and curled up into the *** position. I just stood there with my flaccid cock hanging down between my legs.

Slowly Debbie began to crawl towards her husband. She stood up and sat down on the bed next to him. She looked at him then she looked at me. Dan was motioning for her to untie him. Again Debbie just sat there. Again she looked at her husband then she looked back at me.

As I stood there naked I watched Debbie get up. She slowly walked towards me and approached me. I was curious as to what she was going to do. Debbie was right in front of me face to face. She stared into my eyes and then moved closer. She slowly lowered her head to my chest and kissed my nipple softly. Debbie continued to now willingly kiss my chest downward. Debbie dropped to her knees in front of me and looked up at my cock as it hung downward. I looked over at her husband as I watched him watch his wife open her mouth. Dan saw his wife slowly raise up to take my soft cock into her mouth. Dan was now crying as tears streamed down his face as he watched his beautiful sexy wife willingly suck my cock.

It didn't take long for my cock to grow to its usual eight inches. Debbie continued to suck my cock. She stood up and took me by the hand. She led me to her bed and motioned for me to lay on my back. I laid down just out of the reach of her crying husband. Debbie climbed up on top of me and removed her torn blouse and bra. She lowered her breasts to my face and offered me her nipples right in front of her husband. As I sucked on her large hard nipples I felt Debbie reposition herself as she sank down on my rock hard cock.

Debbie now pulled her breasts from my face. She sat up and placed her hands on my chest and slowly began to ride up and down on my cock. Debbie had such a lust filled look on her face when she looked over at her husband and said "I am so sorry baby, but you just cant do any of these things to me." Debbie continued to ride me. I reached up and tweaked her nipples causing her to moan. My other hand caressed her ass. Debbie closed her eyes and whispered to me "give me my other girl back now." I watched as Debbie leaned foreword slightly so her clit rubbed on my cock with each stroke. Debbie began to tremble violently. "Oh god I'm cumming" Debbie moaned.

I looked over at her husband as I continued to thrust my cock in and out of his wife's cunt. "I told you I was turning her on" I said to her husband as a smile grew on my face. Dan just sat there bound and gagged crying. I felt my nuts tighten. "Oh baby give it to me" Debbie moaned. "Give me my second baby back" she moaned again. That was all I needed to hear as I moaned loudly and then began to thrust my cock deep into her wet pussy. I felt my nuts unloading into her womb again as she continued to ride me and cum.

Finally Debbie collapsed on top of me. We looked into each other's eyes and began to tenderly kiss. I tasted Debbie's tongue as she tasted mine right in front of her husband. "Has Dan ever fucked you like that?" I asked Debbie.

"Never" She replied as she kissed me deeply again. "Lets get you dressed and get you out of here."

"I will handle my husband when I untie him."

"Baby, you never have to worry about us harassing you any more" Debbie said as she kissed me one final time. We got off of the bed and Debbie dressed me. I walked out the front door and went home feeling vindicated!

Doctor Angelo found that by combining several different compounds together under higher than normal pressure (five times the normal pressure) he had a clear odorless liquefied substance. One drop on a sugar cube caused a permister to totally blank out for a forty-eight hour period. But that's not all it did. While the permister's mind was totally blank, they did what ever they were told without question. This was the key to Doctor Angelo's plan for revenge. His victim would pay for her crime against him and not even know about it. Until he was ready for her to know.
He found a college student that had a gambling problem and was about to have his legs broken by those he owed money to if it was not paid immediately. Doctor Angelo made several promises to him besides paying his debt off. This student went to work in the coffee shop in Cindy's office building and quickly learned who Cindy was and what her normal pattern was. Mainly on Fridays. When Doctor Angelo had everything set up, he gave "Jimmy" a sugar cube with his chemical compound in it and told him to put it in Cindy's Friday going-home latte. Jimmy had been setting her up all the time by putting a regular sugar cube in her latte. She could not detect anything different with this doctored up cup.

The have kicked in just after she sat in her car. She just sat there in a total daze for almost fifteen minutes before Doctor Angelo came up to her drivers door and opened it.

"Cynthia, get out and walk around to the passenger side and sit down in the passenger seat," he told her. She slowly got out of the drivers seat, walked around to the passenger seat and sat down in it. Doctor Angelo opened the passenger door for her, put her seat belt on her and closed it after she sat down. Then he walked around and adjusted her driver's seat to fit him and drove her car away.

He drove her in near total silence. He told her to slowly finish takeing her latte, and for her to enjoy it. It took him almost an hour to arrive at the condo he had leased out. This condo was in a new building and he was the only resident. After he pulled her car into the garage, and closed the door, he got out and opened her door for her and told her get out and walk inside the house. Once they entered in through the kitchen door, he told her to sit down at the table. After she did, he walked over to her and whispered gently into her ear her next set of instructions.

"Cynthia, when I tell you to do so, you will open up your purse, take out your driver's license and put it on the table next to the form. You will pick up the form laying on the table and appear to read it. When I ask you if you agree to the terms of the contract, you will look at me and smile, tell me yes you agree to all of the terms in the contract, put it down on the table top and sign the contract. Do you understand what I just told you to do?" He asked. He was being very gentle and pleasant to her. He had no reamister to be mean to her. She was about to make him a lot of money. The best part about it all was she was not going to know she did it. He had also finally figured out that he could get more with being nice to people than he could by being an ass. Being an ass to people is what got him here to begin with. He did pride himself in learning from his past mistakes.

"I understand." Cindy said in an unemotional tone of voice. Then he picked up a remote control and turned on the professional model digital camcorder mounted in the corner on the ceiling. When he saw the red "recording" light turn on, he started talking to her. First he told her this was being video taped. He told her to look at the camera and smile and wave. She did that.

Then he said that he was in the process of making pornographic movies and still photos and he wanted her to be his porn queen star. He outlined all that she would be doing in the movies in detail and told her if she agreed to all this, which was spelled out in detail in the contract, for her to sign it. Cindy smiled at him, picked up the ink pen and signed her name to the contract laying on the table before her. It was a standard porn model's contract he downloaded off the internet. This was what he needed to legally sell her videos and photos to the internet porn sites. Her signing the contract like this gave him the absolute legal right to do all that he was going to do to her for a long time coming.

His plan for revenge was in full swing now. The best part of the plan was she would not know about any of it until it was so far along she could not do anything about it. Then, even if she found out about it, it would be far too late to stop him. His first sale of her videos and photos would take place almost before she was back in her own bed. He turned the camcorder off for his next conversation with her.

"Very good Cynthia. I'm very pleased with you. Now then. I am going to tell you some things that you are going to do from now on. Don't think of these as rules, think of them as the way you are going to live for the rest of your life. They are really very simple. I want you to be and act happy all of the time while you are with me. You are enjoying all of this. You have never been happier in your life. I want you to smile always. Do you understand me?" he asked.

"Yes. I am happy and I will always smile for you," Cindy said with a large smile.

"Very good. You will always call me Lover, or My Love or My True Love when you talk to me. Or some similar nice name. You will always come to me with a smile on your face and kiss me when I enter a room or you enter a room I am in. Or when one of us leaves a room and comes back. That is if you are not on camera working. Do you understand that?" He was keeping this simple for her.

"Yes, My Love. I understand." When he finished. She was smiling as she stood up and walked around the table and kissed him full on his lips.

"Very good. That was nice. I like you to be nice to me. The last things you need to know right now are that I can touch you at any time, on any part of your body, in any way I like. I am going to make love to your pussy, your ass, your mouth and you are going to smile and open up to me. The most pleasure you get in your life comes from when I make love to you, or when someone I tell you to makes love to you," Doctor Angelo said. He was going very slowly, talking very soothingly to her. He wanted her to remember this, and obey him.

"Your pussy will get hotter as we go along. You may cum as often as you can. You will always express this heat you feel in your pussy. You will help in any way asked, you will tell me or the others that you love the way they are touching you, that you want us to make you cum and you will smile when it happens. You will go to and make love to anyone that comes in the room when asked. You will never say no or refuse to make out with anyone. That is what the agreement you signed says you will do. Do you understand?" He asked.

"Yes, my love. I understand," she said with a smile. Doctor Angelo noted that as she got used to the chemical in her system, some of the zombie like attitude was clearing up. This had happened in the test subjects he tried it on before.

"Good. Now go into the bathroom and freshen your face. Go potty, too. Don't ever shut the bathroom door while you are in there. There is makeup in the bathroom for you to use. I have a list of what makeup I want you to wear for me tonight. Keep it nice. You are a nice girl. I want you to look like a nice girl in the photos. Come back here to me when you are finished. Don't keep me waiting too long," he said in a kind voice.

Cindy was still sitting at the table smiling. Cindy got up from the table, came over and kissed him on his lips again and walked into the hallway with the bathroom. Doctor Angelo keyed in the command for the cameras in the bathroom to start. From now on all of the cameras in the bathrooms would automatically turn on when someone came into the room. He would not have to do anything until he took her down stairs into the professional photo studio he had set up.

After Doctor Angelo finished with her at the table, he walked over to the living room couch and sat down. Once again he picked up a remote control and turned on a professional set of very high priced, high tech digital video cameras. They fed directly into a large computer system that would give him the ability to record hours upon hours of digital video. He had editing software to make digital photo prints from these videos as well. He had the track lighting system set to give off just the right light in the right way.

He was going to enjoy his time with his new money making sex machine. Tonight was his night. He was going to be the first one to cum in her pussy. And everywhere else he could. He had the latter part of her evening planned out as well. She was going to please several people tonight. More than she could dream about.

Fifteen minutes later, Cindy came out of the bathroom and into the living room. She was smiling. She walked right over to him and kissed him. He patted the place on the sofa next to him. She understood he wanted her to sit next to him. She was still looking at him smiling as she did. He reached over and ran the back of his fingers over her cheek. She smiled even more at the attention he gave her.

He leaned over to her and kissed her lightly on her lips. She had put on the bright red lipstick and gloss. Her lips looked bright red, wet and shinny. It looked great with her red suit. He bent down to her ear and whispered gently to her so only she could hear him, not the recording devices.

"You are the sexiest girl in the world. You turn me on very much. I want you to get more excited each time I touch you. I want you to show your excitement. I want you so hot you cum. I want you to get so turned on that you cum again and again. Do you understand me?"

"Oh yes! Oh my Love!" she said. She was having trouble keeping her legs together now. Doctor Angelo kissed her full on her lips. Then he pulled her close to him in a tight embrace. She came willingly to him. She held on to him and started to kiss him back and became very excited. He slowly unbuttoned her blouse. As he did so she was pushing her chest out at him. She was rubbing her tits into his hands. She was getting hotter and hotter each second.

"I think you would like to stand up and do a strip for me, wouldn't you?" He said lying back away from her. She pouted for just a second when he quit touching her, but quickly smiled and told him she would love to get naked for him.

Cindy stood up and moved out into the center of the living room. He touched a button on the remote and the music changed from the romantic to something closer suited to a bump and grind. Cindy smiled at the change in the music and started to move around to it. First, she slowly took off her red suit coat. All the while, she was licking her lips and running her hands up and down her sides and front. Every once in a while she would grab her ass and squeeze it. Then she unzipped her skirt. She started to swivel her hips around and her skirt gently started to slide down over her hips. She undid the cuffs of her blouse. And then started on the buttons on her blouse. She was doing this as if she had done it many times before. Actually, she had. She liked to do this in front of her mirror at home in her bed room. She had even done it in this suit!

After Cindy got all the buttons undone, she shrugged out of her blouse and pushed her skirt the rest of the way down her legs and bent over while she slowly picked up one foot after the other to step out of it. This showed him the top part of her tits, which were bouncing up and down to the beat of the music. She was looking right at him with a very sexy smile the whole time she was stripping for him. While she was still bent over like this, she slowly drew first the right shoulder strap of her bra down her arm, then her left one. She pulled her arms out of the straps. She was bouncing her tits around to the music. Then she reached behind herself and unsnapped her bra. Bent over the way she was, her bra fell to the floor on top of her skirt. She was only in her panty hose and panties now. Doctor Angelo could see the front of her panties were soaking wet. They were under her pantyhose. He didn't know if she had cum or was just so wet she was gushing out her pussy juice. He didn't care which it was.

He was so hot now his cock hurt him. It was pushed up in his underwear. It was time to get his cock in her. And as soon as possible.

"Very nice, Cindy." She was still moving around in her panties. "Drop your pantyhose and panties to the floor," he said. She did so.

"Now get down on your hands and knees," she did so.

"With only your teeth pick up the crouch of your panties and bring them to me. Stay on your hands and knees." She lowered her head and picked up the wet part of her panties and then crawled to him on her hands and knees. Like she was an obedient dog. When she arrived, he patted her on her head and told her to keep her panties in her mouth. Then to take off his pants and underwear. She undid his belt, then his pants and pulled them down his legs. They could both see his bulging cock in his boxer shorts. She pulled his boxer shorts down and his cock sprang to life as a long straight pole.

Cindy looked longingly at his cock. She was sucking on her panties. It was clear she was excited by seeing his cock. His cock was larger than most men's cocks. It was almost ten inches long and almost three inches wide.

"Take your panties out of your mouth and stuff them inside your pussy. Stuff them all the way inside you so none of them hangs out," he told her. She dropped them into her hand and reached back and stuffed her hot wet box with her panties. It took her a full minute to finger push them all the way inside herself. She gasped several times at the feeling of them inside her pussy.

"Now close your legs and start rubbing your pussy lips together with your legs. I want you to feel your panties rubbing the inside your wet pussy. Don't stop until you are told to do so. Understand me?" He said. Cindy was so hot now she could only moan and nod her head.

"Keep that up and start licking from my ankle up my leg to my balls." Cindy did so and when she got to his balls popped one into her mouth. Doctor Angelo reached down and pulled her up to his face. She was looking right in his face.

"You are doing a wonderful job of pleasing me, Cynthia. Now I am going to tell you how you will suck every cock from now on. First, you suck it and lick on it a little. Most of the time you will have the cock in your mouth sucking on it. You will suck the cock all the way into your mouth until you spread your lips around the very base of the cock. My cock is so big it will take you some time to learn how to properly please me by doing this. You will only suck cocks with your lips, not your hands. Your hands will be either spreading your own ass apart, playing with your pussy or tits or around your lover pulling yourself closer to him, or supporting yourself on the floor. Do you understand that?" He asked.

Cindy was so hot and turned on by the stimulation in her pussy that she could not speak. All she could do was moan and thrash around. She nodded her head.

"Good. The final part is your lover will decide where he is going to cum in you at. He may choose your mouth, your pussy or your ass. Or anywhere else he wants, like on your face, or tits or ass, or even in your hair. You will never stop him from doing any or all of them." Doctor Angelo was taking this very slowly, to make sure she understood her orders.

"When he cums in your mouth, you will hold him outside your mouth with your mouth wide open. Hold his cock three to four inches away from your face. You will let him spurt inside your mouth for the first part of his cum. Then you will raise his cock so it cums some on your face. You will always keep your mouth open and try to aim his cock to spurt inside it. Take what you can but let the rest dribble out of your mouth onto your tits. Always remember this is being recorded on camera for millions of your faithful fans to watch and jack off too. You are putting on a show for them. You want them as turned on as can be by how sexy and slutty you are.

"When he is finished cumming on your face, you will lick off his cock and clean it up with your mouth and tongue. Suck out any cum left in his cock. Then ask him to scoop his cum off your face so you can lick it off his fingers. You do not have to ask me to do this. I will do it each time you suck my cock. You will make love to his fingers as if they are his cock. Do you understand all this?" He asked again.

"Yes Lover! Yes I understand! Please cum in me My Love! Please shoot your cum in me somewhere! I want your cum in me so bad I could die!" She said in a gush.

"Certainly my dear. Suck my cock the way I told you to do. Always look in the face of the man you are sucking off, and smile, if your mouth is not full. In the end when I am about to cum you can hold onto my cock with your hands," he said sitting back in the sofa.

Cindy put her head down into his lap and went wild on his cock. She did a better job of taking him inside her mouth than any other woman he had ever used before. Several times she fetishd on him. His cock was so big; she could only get about half of his cock in her mouth. She was trying; she just could not do it. Yet.

Doctor Angelo was so hot that not too long after she started sucking on him, he came. Cindy did just what she was told to do. She let him cum first in her mouth, then pulled him out and let him cum first more in her mouth, then on her face. Her face was nicely covered with white creamy cum. When he was about done, she started sucking him again. All the while she was sucking on his cock; she was moving her now soaking wet panties around inside her pussy. Doctor Angelo knew she had cum herself several times, but did not know just how times she did cum. He really didn't care. This was about him, not her.

Doctor Angelo slowly wiped the cum off her face and fed it too her on his fingers. Her eyes never left his face as he did this.

"Very good, Cynthia. I am very pleased with you. Now then I want you to follow me into the bathroom. Come behind me on your hands and knees. You are going to be on them anyway so there is no use you standing up," he said to her as he got up off the sofa and walked naked into the bathroom. Cindy followed him dutifully on her hands and knees.

He sat down on the stool and started to take a dump. He also pissed while he was sitting there. Cindy rose up and kissed him on his lips when he sat down.

"I think you should be playing with those wonderful tits, Cindy. They look lonely from here," he said to her. She instantly sat up and started playing with her tits. She was still moving her ass around, stimulating her pussy.

Next he bent over the stool and told her to lick his ass clean. Make sure she stuck her tongue deep up his ass to get it really clean. He had not cleaned himself off. Cindy put her face into his ass and spread his cheeks apart with her fingers, and started to lick and eat out his ass. He felt her tongue go as far into his ass as it could and her lick him all over back there. He knew this was all being caught on tape.

Despite the good job of blowing him she did, this was the real permisteral payback he wanted from her. Her licking out his ass. He smiled at this. This was only the beginning of her time with him. He had much more planned for her. She was going to fuck her way into making him rich.

When he finished, he stood up in front of her. He placed his cock in her face. Without question or hesitation, she took his cock in her mouth and started to suck on it. When she did so, a little bit of the piss he had not gotten out came out in her mouth. She just kept sucking on him and swallowed it down without blinking her eyes.

He got hard from looking at her sucking on his cock. He could see their reflection in the mirror. He turned her around and bent her over the vanity wash basin. He pulled out her panties and stuck his cock in her pussy. He was very gentle with her. He barely stuck his cock inside her. Just the head. He was so turned on, he felt he was going to cum and pushed his cock all the way inside her pussy with one huge push. She was super wet but had never had a cock this big in her pussy before. She gasped and came again. Her pussy nearly squeezed his cock to death she convulsed so hard on it. He pulled out of her and turned her around on her knees again. She quickly grasped what was happening and opened her mouth to him. He held his cock up to her mouth. She took it right in.
After she licked his cock clean, he had her wash up for the next part of her evening. He told her to redo her makeup and to look super sexy for him. Then she was to come back wearing the sheer pink baby doll style camisole, tiny pink thong panties and the furry pink slippers he left for her on the bed in the bedroom.

While she was doing this he called in a delivery order for Chinese. He had checked with several of the area places and found one that used 18 to 19 year old young college students for delivery boys. Careful conversation with one of them led him to choose this place to order from.

Cindy returned to the living room before the meal was delivered. She walked up to him with a smile and kissed him on his lips. She also rubbed her tits up against his chest. She had a gleam in her eye as well. He thought she was really enjoying this! Good! That meant she would put herself into it and make him even more money.

"You look very nice, Cindy. I ordered Chinese for us. Go into the kitchen and set out plates and silver on the table. When you have done that, come back in the living room," he said. Cindy kissed him again and walked into the kitchen. He heard her looking through the cabinets for the plates and such. Just before she finished, the front doorbell rang.

Doctor Angelo walked over and opened the front door. Just as he expected, Tom a pimple faced 18 year old first year college student was waiting there with his order.

"Hi Mr. Thomas. I have your order, sir. It's $16.50," Tom told him.

"Great! Come on in Tom. I want you to meet my guest. Cindy, come on out here," Doctor Angelo said. He had set up everything to do with this house under the name John Thomas. That's how he was going to be known here. Not under his real name. Doctor Angelo took the food from him just as Cindy walked into the living room wearing her very sheer and see through camisole and miniscule panties. She was smiling at both of them and went over and kissed Doctor Angelo on his lips. She looked at Tom, and waited to be told what to do. This was a new situation for her.

"Sit down for a minute, Tom," Doctor Angelo said pointing to the sofa. He could see not only the look of shock on Tom's face, but the instant bulge in his pants.

"Ah, Cindy, why don't you sit down and take care of our guest while I get his money for him," Doctor Angelo said. Then he walked into the kitchen and left them alone in the living room. He checked the status lights and saw the video camera system was turned on.

Doctor Angelo watched in a monitor while Cindy crawled up into Tom's lap. She was licking her lips when she bent over, put her arms around his neck and kissed him full on his lips. It was a fully passionate kiss. It was clear from Tom's reaction that he didn't know what to do. He had never had this happen before to him, except in his dreams.

That was okay. Cindy knew what to do. While she was kissing him she ran her hands all over his chest, then down his abdomen to his pants. Got off him and knelt beside the sofa. She unbuckled his belt then undid the snap on his blue jeans. She pulled them down and off him before he even realized what was going on. His cock was not that large but it was tenting up his white cotton briefs. Cindy pulled those down and off his legs and his cock sprang right up to attention.

"Oh yes! You have a nice cock! I can't wait to taste it!" Cindy told him while she was looking at his face and licking her lips. Cindy s*******fully spread his legs apart and got down on her hands and knees and crawled up between his legs. She licked up his inner thigh from his knee up to his balls, and then started to lick his cock. After two full length licks on the side of his cock, she slid his whole cock deep into her mouth. Because he was not nearly as large as Doctor Angelo, Cindy was able to take his whole cock into her mouth at once. Cindy was looking up at his face the whole time. His expression fueled her on even more.

Tom was in total sensory overload. He had never done more than kiss a girl before in his life. That had only been on her cheek. He had never even seen a girl's tits, other than his sisters when he snuck a peek at her one time when she left her door cracked open slightly. He had never touched a girl in a sexual manner. Now one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen was sucking his cock for all she was worth! And she liked it! It took him all of thirty seconds to cum.

When he first started to cum, Cindy took the first spurt in her mouth, then pulled his cock out and let him cum on her face. When she did that, he came twice as hard. He watched as she held his cock about four inches from her face and directed his stream of cum right into her open mouth. The most beautiful woman he had ever seen was kneeling between his legs, his cock in her hand, with his cum dripping all down her face and in her mouth. She made a show of licking her lips and swallowing his cum. Then she asked him to finger his cum off her face so she could lick it off his fingers.

He sat there and couldn't move. Cindy gently took his hand in hers and used it to wipe off some of his cum and then she sucked his finger deep into her mouth. She did this three times before he got the idea. It was then that Doctor Angelo came back into the room.

"Well, I see Cindy is treating you right, Tom. Cindy, if you are finished, I have your food on your plate for you. If it is not hot enough for you, pop it in the microwave. But Tom still has a small drip on his cock you need to clean off, before you go eat something besides his cum," Doctor Angelo said with a chuckle in his voice.

Cindy bent over and took Tom's whole cock in her mouth again, then licked all around it. She rose up, paused, bent over and kissed him passionately on his lips again before she left. All this was done with a genuine smile. Tom's eyes never left her as she walked out of the room, wiggling her ass all the way.

"All right, Tom. Here's the deal." Doctor Angelo said sitting down next to him. "I'm making porn movies and photos here with Cindy. You told me you are a geek and have a bit of a problem with getting the ladies to pay attention to you. How do you like Cindy?" he asked with a knowing smile.

"Oh God Sir! She's Great!" Tom gushed right out.

"Yeah, I know. I'm teaching her what to do. So you know I grew up much like you have, striking out with girls all the time. Here's the deal. I don't want bored professional actors in my videos. They stink. I want guys just like you. You told me you don't have a girl. If you want, you do now. She is sitting in there eating what you brought us. She is your dream girl. You come in and she fucks and sucks you with all her heart, and then you leave. You don't have to play any games. No costs for movies, no games or hopes of getting laid at the end of the night. You get laid right away and leave. You game?" Doctor Angelo asked with a questioning look on his face.

"Hell Yes! What do I have to do?" Tom said.

"Simple. I want you to find me about ten or a dozen different guys. To put a word on it, I want nerds like you. Guys that always strike out with the girls. You all have to be at least 18 years old and can prove it with a photo ID card. No havegies, no holy waterics, no one spaced out. I want nice guys like you. I'm going to be here about one weekend a month from now on. I will need guys here one at a time for about an hour the first session, and then we will take if from there. I want all kinds of guys. I mean Whites, Blacks, Hispanics and Orientals, you name it. They have to be clean. No one right from a football game or wrestling match. That's important. I really want geeks, not the guys that always get the girls. Screw them for a change.

"So you know what you will be getting for your time, you will be fucking Cindy in her pussy, her ass and her mouth. You will get the best head you could ask for. None of this will ever be seen here in this country. It's all going overseas. Needless to say, everyone has to keep their mouths shut about this, too."

Doctor Angelo gave Tom a twenty to cover the cost of the meal and sent him back to work. Tom got off work at 12:30 am. He was going to come back then. Until that time, Cindy was going to pose in several different outfits for him.

The money he paid for the professional equipment was going to save him hours of time. Cindy only had to stand or sit or lay on the bed, the table or whatever and slowly go through the motions of stripping or baring herself. The video system recorded it all live, and then high quality digital still photos could be made instantly by the computer. During this weekend he would get enough so he could make thousands of high quality digital photos of her having sex and posing nude and partially nude. Cindy in living color, fucking and sucking her way to fame would be on several pay sites on the Internet before she even made it home to her own bed. Free teaser samples would be in all the free sites as well. She would have her own pay site within two weeks. That was in production and would go up when they had the material to put in it.

The computer geek that set this up for him even put in something he always wanted from a porn site, but no one had. A subscriber request box. Paid subscribers could make a request to have Cindy perform any act they wanted to see her do; she would do it and email it to back them. Permisteralized. She would tell the camera who this was for before she did it. The box said these had to be non-harmful things. No red or gore would be honored. That one feature was going to move subscriptions along faster than anything else. Requests would flood in. All for a very reamisterable per request extra fee.

It was Just after Tom from the Chinese restaurant left, that Jimmy the coffee shop attendant showed up. To keep this going he had to work a full shift at the coffee shop. That was one of the keys to this operation working. Jimmy had to feed her the have about once a month to get her to cooperate. Doctor Angelo found in his prior (unauthorized) human testing that giving this to someone more than once every two weeks could cause serious mental problems. He did not want to risk that with her. She was too important to him to damage needlessly. If she lost her job, she would not be at the coffee shop when he needed her. Besides that, one photo session a month was all they could process, even with the high tech equipment.

Jimmy was not only going to be filmed having sex with her, he was going to be the one that directed her actions for most of the still photo shoots. But first, in keeping with his new attitude of keeping his employees happy, Doctor Angelo was going to give Jimmy his first perk.

"Hi Jimmy. Go ahead and sit down on the sofa. Cindy is in putting on a fresh face. When she finishes doing that, let's just say I think you will enjoy it." Doctor Angelo said.

Jimmy sat down and looked around the living room. This was his first time here. He knew some cameras had been added in the downstairs area, but he had no idea the number or locations of the cameras in the place. He had not been told a whole lot about what was going on. That would happen while Cindy was taking a warm soaking bath. After she welcomed him to the studio properly, that is.

"Ah! Cindy! It seems we have another visitor! I think you know Jimmy. Why don't you welcome him to our place in your own way," Doctor Angelo said to her. Then he walked out into the kitchen to give them some privacy. Or seem too. He was going to watch everything on the monitor again. Just like he had when she was with Tom.

Jimmy took one look at her, dressed in the pink camisole, pink thong panties and pink furry slippers and his jaw just dropped. While Jimmy had a steady girl that he regularly fucked, he still reacted in much the same way Tom had.

Cindy glided over the floor to the sofa and sat down on his lap. She was smiling all the way. When she sat down, she said, "Hi Jimmy." Then she leaned over and kissed him on his lips. She pressed her tits up against him while she did it, then snaked her arms around his head and pulled him closer. They started to kiss and were squirming around on the sofa when Jimmy came out of his shock and started to play with her tits through the camisole. Cindy was starting to get hot. She had her legs apart and was rubbing her pussy on his leg. Jimmy went from kissing her to sucking on her tits. He lowered his hand to her pussy and started to rub it over her thong panties.

"Oh Yes! Don't stop! Please don't stop!" Cindy said.

With that said, Jimmy pushed the fabric of her panties out of the way and started to rub and tease her pussy lips. Cindy spread her legs wider apart for him and was making love to his mouth with her tongue. Jimmy pushed her down on her back on the sofa and climbed between her legs. He pulled her thong off and started to throw it on the floor. Cindy reached down with her hand and grabbed them from him. She put the wet crotch part right in her mouth. Cindy had one leg hung over the back of the sofa and the other over the edge of the sofa. Her pussy was wide open for Jimmy. Her panties were hanging out of her mouth. This looked so hot! Jimmy almost came right then!

Jimmy lay right between her legs and buried his face in her pussy. He started to lick it for all he was worth.

Cindy went wild with this. She had her head thrown back, panties hanging out of her mouth, her hands squeezing her tits and he legs spread as wide apart as she could get them. When he started to lick and suck on her clit, she went wilder yet.

"Oh Yes! Oh Yes! Keep it up! Don't Stop! Keep it up! I'm going to cum! Ohhhhhhhhhh!" Then she could only lay back and moan.

Jimmy kept up his assault on her pussy. He was rewarded several times with her gushing cum out of her pussy at him. They both got very wet.

Jimmy's own cock was more than ready to explode. Without missing a beat, he pushed his pants and under shorts down and off his legs. He stoked his cock a few times, then knelt between her legs. Cindy was lost in bliss and had her eyes closed. While Jimmy was not hung like Doctor Angelo was, his cock was still larger than most men's. It was about 8 inches long and two inches wide. Jimmy knew that as wet as Cindy was, he could ram it right inside her in one big push. He lined himself up on her pussy, and then he literally dove straight inside her. He slid all the way into the hilt on his first thrust.

"OH MY GOD!" Cindy cried. Her eyes popped open and her head came up off the sofa and she had a shocked look on her face. This was the second largest cock she had ever had in her pussy before in her life. Only the Doctor's earlier was larger. She came again as well.

Jimmy just started to ram his cock in and out of her like a pile driver. Cindy closed her legs around him and tried to pull him even deeper inside her with her ankles. She was still wearing the pink slippers while he fucked her. At one point, Jimmy took her legs in his arms and put her feet over his shoulders. He could get into her deeper this way. She reached up with her arms and grabbed him and tried to pull him inside her with her hands as well.

"God you're tight Cindy! I've never had a piece of ass so tight as you are!" Jimmy said to her as he pumped away inside her. It was not long before Jimmy started to cum inside her pussy. She was so wet and had so much fluid coming out of her pussy that some of the cum was pushed out with it. Jimmy just tightened his whole body up and pushed as deep into her as he could.

Finally, since he was spent and worn out, Jimmy just pulled out of her and rolled off of her. Cindy lay there and recovered for a minute, and just before Doctor Angelo was about to come into the room, Cindy crawled off the couch and went down and grabbed his cock in her hands. Cindy started to gently suck and lick on his cock. Doctor Angelo became aware that she was cleaning it off.

They were both laying on the floor now. She was rubbing the head of Jimmy's cock against her cheek with her eyes closed, but she had cleaned it off as well. Both of them were just laying there now with their eyes closed. Cindy had his cock closed tight in her fist, with the head against her cheek. Her head was on his thigh. Jimmy had his hand rubbing her right breast.

She is going to make me a millionaire many times over if she keeps fucking like that, Doctor Angelo thought to himself. He had been so turned on watching them fuck that he had dropped his pants and jacked off watching them. He came in his empty coffee cup.

After giving them a few more minutes to recover, Doctor Angelo picked up the coffee cup with his cum in it, and walked out into the living room. He walked up to Cindy, nudged her with his knee and when she looked up, startled; he put his cock next to her face. Cindy looked up at him, smiled and started to suck on his cock. When she had cleaned him off, he dumped the contents of the coffee cup (his cum) onto Jimmy's abdomen. Jimmy jerked at that, and looked up at him. Cindy saw what was on Jimmy's belly and started to lick it up.

"Cynthia, when you finish licking my cum off of Jimmy's belly, have him scoop up the cum running down your leg. You know where it goes. So does the cum that dripped on the carpet. Then both of you go clean up. Cynthia, I want you take a long hot soaking bubble bath and redo your face. You've earned the hot sudsy bath. Stay in the tub for at least an hour. Jimmy, use the shower in the downstairs bathroom, and then come back up. We need to discuss what's going to happen next while she is in her bath."

When Jimmy finished taking his shower, Doctor Angelo told him what he was going to be doing from then on, besides getting her doctored coffee to her. They had to set up the studio for when she got out of the tub. Jimmy was going to be doing most of the work with her in the regular studio taking the still shots and poses with her. He was also going to be directing the boys that would be her co-stars. They would set everything up with him.

Tom, the first one would be here around 1 AM when he got off work. Doctor Angelo told Jimmy to let the guys do what ever they wanted to her. Make sure they fucked her in both her pussy and her ass and that she licked them clean every time they did. Take it slow with the guys. They had plenty of time to do all this. Most of the best stuff would come while they were inexperienced. When they got too good, he might replace them with new meat.

"Incidentally. I'm going to have her pay you for directing this. Every time she gets coffee from you from now on she is going to give you a hundred dollar bill. Keep the change. I suggest that you keep some fives in your pocket and put those in the till and the hundred in your pocket. It's the least she can do for you getting her laid so often," Doctor Angelo said with a laugh.

Why not have her pay him! Doctor Angelo thought. Jimmy knew Doctor Angelo as John Thomas as well as the boys. That way, when the time was right, Doctor Angelo could disappear with all the money without a trace.

Tom came back to the house and Jimmy had Tom take Cindy in the studio bed. Cindy was truly a star. She took Tom slowly and sensually. When Doctor Angelo reviewed the film later, he realized that this was some of the best sex video tape ever made. His using inexperience young studs was part of what was going to make this pay.

The bitch is going to make me richer than I ever dreamed. In the end, I may even take her over to the Middle East and sell her to one of the sheiks. When they see what this blonde bitch can do, they will start a bidding war for her. That would be the ultimate payback. My formula got stolen and sold, let her get sold into slavery, too!

They took Cynthia home later after dark on Sunday evening. She had been well used over the weekend. She had not had that much relax, but they rested her quite a bit. The only men she was taken by were Doctor Angelo, Tom and Jimmy. Jimmy had a good session with her ass on Sunday morning, and several others as well. She screamed really nice for him, but was soon telling him "Deeper, Deeper! Please cum deep in my ass!"
Doctor Angelo was going to use the time before her next session to edit the films taken of her, start selling it and getting her co-stars ready for her. He had already contacted several websites to let them know there was a new star on film. He had sent full length sample movies of her out to over fifty places. He had a list of over two hundred more. Half of these were in the United States.

His final thought on the weekend was: "My, how much sweeter revenge is when it is served cold!"

first, Cindy's life went on much as it had before. Doctor Angelo planted some suggestions in her mind that made her easier for him to control. One of them was to block off the third weekend of every month for her photo shoots. She was not told that was what was happening to her while she was blanked out, but she knew she had to reserve that weekend and not plan on doing anything during that time. He also left her with the instruction that she was to keep her body totally free from hair below her neck. He had shaved off her all her public hair while she was taking a bath. She was to keep it that way from now on.

Doctor Angelo told her while she was under the influence of the chemical that she should remember how good it felt to be making out with all the men she was having take her. Remember how great it felt when they came in her mouth, the look on their faces while they came in her mouth and how good their cum tasted. She should think about what every man she came in contact with would taste like, while they were cumming in her mouth. She should be proud of her body and not worry about people seeing her.

He wanted her to be horny all the time. While she was at home she should be dressing sexy. She should go buy some sexy camisoles and start wearing more sexy underclothes all the time. She was a hot sexy girl and should act like it. She should reward any workman that came to fix something in her house by sucking his cock like she was shown. If they wanted to fuck her, they could. She was to give them the best of herself she had to offer. It was to be the standard way she said "thank you" to a man now. Only she had to do that in private, in her house where no one could see her do it. Keep it intimate. Keep it sexy. Keep it hot.

One of the other suggestions was that she keeps working out every day, time permitting. This would keep her in good shape. He told her she should do more to increase her endurance and flexibility. Cindy told that to Manfred the next time she was in to workout. She also set up with him a standing appointment for a massage after the third weekend of every month. He was delighted at both of these requests.

Georgia noticed at after Cindy had another weekend where she came back very sore, and seemed a bit out of it; she seemed to have lost most of her shyness. In fact, Cindy stepped out of the shower totally nude and actually dried herself off while chatting with Georgia. It was as if being naked in front of her didn't seem to matter anymore. Georgia noticed her pussy was shaved as well. This really surprised her. Cindy didn't seem like the type to shave her pussy. Georgia commented on it to her, and she blushed a bit, but just spread her legs apart and looked down at it and said it did feel a bit bare down there, and giggled. Georgia wondered what happened to change her attitude on this. Was she seeing some guy that talked her into this?

The next weekend she was scheduled for a shoot, when she came out to her car, she got right into the driver's seat and drove away. She automatically left the parking garage and drove directly to the studio.

When Jimmy smiled and gave her latte to her, he told her, "God, you look hot today, Lori." That was a phrase Doctor Angelo told her to remember. When Jimmy told it to her, she was to drive safely and properly to the house where the studio was located. When she arrived there, she was to park inside the garage and come into the kitchen. What she would do next was one of two things. If Doctor Angelo was there, she would kiss him and suck his cock. No matter who else was there with him or what he was doing. Unless he had her suck off the visitor, that is. If he was not there, she would go take a hot bubble bath. During the hot bubble bath, she would play with the large dildo kept in the bathtub for her. It was a very large hot pink one. She was told never to worry about making a mess in the bathroom. She was supposed to please herself and let it show. Cindy found several other items laying around she liked to stick up her pussy while in the tub. She was free to play with any of them while she was in the tub.

One was a stack of silver dollar coins nearly 18 inches high that Jimmy had super glued together. She loved to put the stack of coins on the edge of the large tub and use it as a dildo. She would have one foot inside the tub, the other outside the tub and squat down over the coins. She loved the feel of the coin's ridges as they touched the inside of her pussy. She liked the feel of them when she took them in her ass as well. She would take some shampoo and put on them before she took them up her ass.

Jimmy used the coins to train her. Jimmy got a large stack of them together in the studio and had Cindy do a hot striptease pole dance, stripping slowly out of her clothes. At the end of the dance, Cindy was to go over to this large stack of coins and kneel down on top of them, seeing how many she could slide up her pussy, and then pick up with her just pussy lips. It took her a while, but Cindy got to where she could do a split down on top of the stack and get all but one or two coins. She was not allowed to use her hands. Her hands had to be playing with her tits, squeezing her nipples. She had to squat down on them, have them go up into her pussy (or ass) and then stand up and again and finish her dance with them still inside her pussy. Her hands could not go near her pussy once she took in the coins. Sometimes, some of them fell out. Any that fell out; she had to pick up and put in her other hole, and keep them all in place. If they fell out again, she had to put them in her mouth.

The first time Doctor Angelo saw her do this dance on the video, he was shocked at how many coins Cindy could take inside her pussy or ass and hold. All the while, Cindy had an evil looking smile that was pure rare sex on her face. Then after she mastered this trick, Jimmy had her suck off the largest of the guys while one of the other guys fucked her in the ass, still with the coins inside her pussy.

It was after Doctor Angelo saw her do this that he had an inspiration. He quickly edited this and sent it attached to an email overseas to someone he had learned was on the lookout for this type talent. He ended up sending to this permister several more videos of Cindy's talents, but it paid off handsomely in the end. The negotiations were finished by the time Cindy was do back to shoot again.

The next time Cindy came to the house, Doctor Angelo was sitting at the kitchen table waiting for her. Cindy came in, put her purse down on the table and kissed him on his lips. Then she fished his cock out of his pants and gave him one of her best signature blow jobs. When she was finished cleaning him off, he told her to sit down at the table.

"That was very well done, Cindy, thank you. Now then. You have become so talented you are like a movie star. Just like a movie star, I have given you a professional name. From now on when anyone asks you who you are when you are doing this, your name is Lori Lee. I want you to repeat that ten times for me," Doctor Angelo said.

"My name is Lori Lee. My name is . . ." she said for the ten times.

"Very good Lori. I'm pleased. That is the only name I am going to call you now. You have been coming here for long enough that I think it is time for you to start doing something else for a while," he said to gage what her reaction would be. He had been reducing the amount of chemical she got each month. She was getting less than half of the original amount now. She didn't seem like the zombie she did at first. You just had to take things a bit slower with her now. But her reactions seem much more real.

"Oh! What are you going to have me do, My Love?" the newly named Lori asked.

"From tonight until Sunday night, you are going to go to this hotel and meet with some men. They will tell you what they require of you. Anything they tell you to do, you will do. You will smile at them and treat them just like you treat me. They will be nice to you and not hurt you in any way. They will take very good care of you. You will like being with them and I expect to hear back a good report on your conduct.

"You will spend nearly all of your time with one man. At the end of your stay with him, if he is pleased with you, he will most likely give you a gift. A very expensive gift. You will get very excited about the gift and thank him both verbally and in the way I've told you to thank men.

"Do you understand all this, Lori, or do I need to repeat any of it?" Doctor Angelo said in slowly and in a kind, gentle voice.

"I understand that I am going to please some of your friends, and they will be nice to me," she said simply.

"That's right. They will be very nice to you; make sure you are very nice to them. Here is the address you are going to be tonight. This is a hotel just down the street from your office. If this weekend goes as nicely as I hope it will, the next time it happens I will call you on the telephone and tell you where to go and when to be there. From now on, if I call you on the phone and call you by your new name, Lori or Lori Lee, you will do what I tell you as if I tell you in permister. Understand?" He said.

"Yes, My Love. I understand you," Lori said.

"Now then. I want you to repeat your new name again ten times, and while you are doing that, slowly, I want you to take off all of your clothes," he said. "My name is Lori Lee," Lori said while she was standing up, taking off her blouse, then her skirt, her panty hose and her bra and panties. She finished both at the same time.

"That was well done, Lori. Now I want you to go into the front room, sit on the big chair with your legs spread out over the arms of the chair, and while you keep repeating 'My name is Lori Lee,' I want you to finger yourself with one hand while you play with your nipples with the other. Keep repeating your name until you make yourself cum over and over again. I will tell you when you can stop. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, My Love. I understand you," she said. Then she bent over and kissed him before she left the room. She went in and did as she was told. For the next hour she sat in the chair fingering herself, playing with her nipples. Over and over again she repeated the phrase. Doctor Angelo had no clue how many times she made herself cum before he stopped her.

"Very Good, Lori. When you get there tonight, call the room number listed from the lobby in-house phone, and tell whoever answers the phone that 'Miss Lori Lee is in the lobby.' Tell them you are wearing a bright red dress, purse and shoes. They will send a man down to get you. Smile at him when he motions you to come with him, and go with him. He might not speak to you. Do you understand?" he asked.

"Yes, My Love. I understand. But I am not wearing a red dress," she said with a hint of confusion on her face. Her suit she wore that day to work was a gray pinstriped one, which was neatly folded on a chair next to the kitchen table.

"You will be when you leave here. Go in and take a fifteen minute hot bubble bath, add some of the perfume I have sitting out for you at the end of it, make your face up to match the bright red dress I have laying on the bed for you, then dress making yourself look and feel as sexy as you can, while still looking lady-like. Think of yourself as a princess tonight. This weekend you are going to be a royal princess for a man. Treat him like the royal prince he is, and call him "My Prince or Your Highness" whenever you address him. Do you understand all that," Doctor Angelo said.

"Yes My Love, I understand it," Lori said.

"Good. Have a nice bath," he said, dismissing her. She got up with a smile and kissed him. He was turned on by what she was going to do this weekend.

After she got out of the bath and dressed in the red cocktail dress, with the matching red push up bra and thong panties, red four inch spike shoes she came out to the kitchen. She had on light pink eye makeup with deep red lipstick and gloss that made her lips look shinny and wet. She had on no jewelry. There had been none for her to put on with the dress.

Doctor Angelo put a gold chain necklace with a little red butterfly on it, a matching bracelet and a pin to put in her hair that matched. She looked and smelled good enough to eat.

"Remember Lori, at the end of your stay with him, if he is pleased with you, he will most likely give you a gift. A very expensive gift. You will get very excited about the gift and thank him both verbally and in the way I've told you to thank men. When you are on your way home Sunday night, telephone me here and tell me how it went. I'm not going to kiss you goodbye tonight because I don't want to mess up your lipstick. Do you understand me, Lori?" Doctor Angelo said, slowly and kindly again.

"Yes, My Love. I understand you completely," Lori said with a large dazzling smile. Then she went out to the garage, got in her car and drove away.

What she was going to do this weekend was become the private property of an oil rich man from the Middle East that really had the title "Your Royal Highness" in front of his name. He had seen what Lori could do and was willing to pay handsomely for a weekend with her. If this weekend went well, he would both come back for some more of her and tell some others about her. They would also pay handsomely for her services.

What the men she was going to meet didn't know was that Doctor Angelo had paid an employee of the hotel to install several hidden small video cameras that would send out a wireless signal with the camera views to a recording station he had set up. He was using this as insurance that he would get her back, and to sell later on. Some of the people he was dealing with in this had the connections to have people snatched and taken home with them. Unknown to the public, but not unknown to the government, many of the young beautiful college age girls were abducted and held captive. He wanted to make sure if it happened to Cindy, he would get her back. Besides. Right before he retired, he would offer for sale to the highest bidder the videos and photos of the royal prince's fornication and sodomy. The prince would pay more to get these videos back than he did for the weekend's fun. So would others.

Not to long after Doctor Angelo sent Lori on her adventure, Jimmy stopped by with a problem. His girl friend was getting upset with the time he was spending away from her. She wanted to party and he was always working.

"How attached are you to this girl, Jimmy? Are you thinking of putting a ring on her finger?" Doctor Angelo asked him, while taking a take of some scotch he liked. He had something else he had been thinking about doing.

"No. She's a nice piece of ass. Not bad looking, but not in Lori's league. But I'm not thinking about rings or setting up housekeeping with her. She's really on the pill so I don't need to worry about her getting knocked up. She gets pretty snotty with me about how I live," Jimmy said taking a take of cold beer.

"Well then. Why don't you give her a cube and bring her over here. I've been thinking about adding another girl to the mix. There's a large market for girl eating girl stuff. I'm sure you've guessed I have a reamister why I'm doing this to Lori. This is not something you do to ruin the life of a really nice girl, which Lori was before this. If you don't care about what happens in the long run to this girl, we can get her all set up this weekend and by the next time Lori is here, we can have them do some girl stuff together. But we need to train your girl first. You game?" Doctor Angelo asked.

"Yeah. That would get her off my back. She's a nice girl but she's started to get on me about things that are none of her business. I would like her a bit less bossy, too. Might be fun doing it to her! I know she has done at least one other girl on a regular basis. Her best friend would be another one we might want to get, too. She's a bit hotter than Linda, and she's Lesbos all the way. She loves to be eating Linda out when I walk in and makes snide comments about me. She keeps ragging on Linda about being with a loser like me. It would be nice to see her sucking cock and getting drilled. To be honest with you, I would like to see her get knocked up! Let her explain that to her Lesbos friends!" Jimmy said with a laugh.

"We just might be able to do that," Doctor Angelo said. He found that pictures of big bellied, knocked up girls were a hot market. Why not grow their own right here! Both these sounded like bitches to him.

"Go get your girl, Jimmy. Bring her here now. I need to be sucked off. If Lori was not making us so much money tonight, I would not have sent her. By the way. Since you are becoming so active in all this, here is a signing bonus for finding the new talent. Spend it on fun things," he said. Then he went and got an envelope with $25,000 cash in it. He also brought a baggy with a couple of sugar cubes in it. One for each of the two new girls. Just making Lori pay him for coffee was not enough to keep him honest. A bonus like this would. And it would also keep him hungry and coming back for more.

"Wow! Thanks John!" Jimmy said his eyes wide at the number of one hundred dollar bills in the envelope. He didn't count it then, but knew it was more than he had ever had before at one time.

"You earned it. Go get your girl," John said.

Two hours later, Doctor Angelo was sitting on the sofa, with a naked Linda knelling in front of him, sucking on his cock. She had beautiful long silky black hair all the way down to her butt. Linda had just a hint of oriental in her background. She was a tinge yellow skinned, had a slight eye fold, black eyes, medium breasts size 34B, with chocolate brown nipples. She had sparse pubic hair. She was smaller than Lori, at a little over 5' 2", thin waisted and hipped. She looked slim and desirable, like most oriental women.

Her eyes had not left his face since she put his cock in her mouth. As he watched her, he could tell she was going to be another money making machine for him. He also had another thought while she was sucking his cock.

Sometime what was going on here was going to get out into the public. Maybe, just maybe, Doctor Angelo could put it all off on Jimmy when it did. He could edit himself out of the stored material with Lori, which he was going to keep mostly separate and stored off site anyway, and have Jimmy with Linda and her room mate Marcy. Marcy was going to come later in the evening. Linda had already talked to her. Jimmy and Linda were going to pick up Marcy at work and bring her here.

Linda was on the pill. John told Linda to always take her pill, until John told her to stop. Marcy was not. She would be told never to take them or use condoms. All they had to do now was get Marcy in the family way. That should be easy enough to accomplish. John called two of the guys while Jimmy was picking up Linda and told them to come over later on. They could start filling Marcy's pussy with cum right away. Jimmy told Doctor Angelo he had an idea about something he thought about trying with Lori and Linda; only instead of Lori, he might have Linda do it with Marcy tonight. He told John to wait and see what he had planned. It would be great! Doctor Angelo couldn't wait to see it. He was beginning to trust Jimmy's porn movie directing ability, but not his morals.

Jimmy had been right. Marcy was a lot hotter than Linda. She was 5' 9" tall, leggy, with shoulder length deep natural red hair, bright green eyes, and ten tons worth of freckles, size 38DD breasts and hips and about a 30 waist. She had big areolas around her nipples. Doctor Angelo handled both of them the same way he did with Cynthia when they came in.

First he spoke with Linda, then with Marcy when she came later on. Both had the have that made them compliant working in them. He had them sit at the table with a video camera on them, explained they were going to make hard core porn movies and pictures. They were going to be filmed sucking cocks, fucking both men and women and taking it up their ass. They both verbally agreed to do this with big smiles and then signed the model's legal contracts for it. They gave him their driver's licenses showing they were over eighteen and their real names. Then he turned off the cameras, and told them what they were going to do in detail.
Then he took them into the living room, had them strip for him and come suck his cock. He showed them how they were going to suck every cock from then on, but had them do it differently from the way Lori was taught to do it. First they would lick it, and then take it as deeply into their mouth as they could. After the man started to cum and had spurted into their mouths, they would pull the cock out and let it squirt in their face, into their open mouths. Marcy was taught to lick the underside of the cock while it was coming in her mouth; while Linda was taught to have her face a bit closer and her open mouth just a bit under the head of the cock. This way when the cock was just dripping the last bit of cum, it would drip into her mouth.

They would always wear deep red lipstick with gloss and nail polish while they were doing this, if possible. They would always be smiling, always be happy and excited about pleasing their man anyway he wanted and show it. After the man was finished squirting, they would clean his cock off with their mouth and tongues. Then lick up any left over or spilt cum.

Doctor Angelo didn't think either Linda or Marcy were as good as Lori was, but then again, he didn't really care. Lori was the star. These two were just the extras. He thought it was hilarious when he found out that Marcy was working at a place where they supported women looking for abortions. He told her she could never have one herself, but should keep telling other woman they could. Even after she was pregnant.

Then, after Marcy blew him on the sofa, he turned them both over to Jimmy. Jimmy had them follow him down into the studio below and took a bunch of videos of them eating each other out, and posing with various objects and dressing up and such. The usual stuff. This went on until the guys came by.

Jimmy kept a refrigerator down stairs filled with different kinds of soft takes. The guys came in and got some and thought it was great that two more girls were in this. They liked fucking Lori (the only name they ever knew her by) but it was starting to get old. These two new chicks looked great! Jimmy told them what he wanted them to do. That was even greater yet! Jimmy told them that later on, they could take them out on dates as well. In fact, that gave Jimmy another idea to play with.

Jimmy had shaved both of the girls pussy hair into a small triangle, with the arrowhead point aimed right at their pussies. It looked sexy as hell to him. It made them look naked, not just nude. He had tried to get Linda to shave her pussy like this before and she nearly spit in his face. Next time he was going to shave them both bare. Jimmy had some other plans for them like this as well. Some she was going to scream about when she found herself that way. Best of all, they would blame each other for it, not him!

What Jimmy had the guys do was pull Marcy up a carpet covered board and tie her feet with soft nylon white rope up to some hooks on the ceiling. She would have her shoulders on the floor, her back supported by the board which was propped up against a heavy block at about a 45 degree angle, and her legs spread wide apart. What this really did was keep her pussy lips pointed up towards the ceiling.

One at a time, each of the guys was going to fuck Marcy's pussy until it was over flowing with cum. Jimmy started it out. All the time the guy's were fucking her, Marcy was asking for more cock, more cock, deeper, cum in me deeper, Please More! While Jimmy was fucking her, Linda was playing with her tits. She knelt over Marcy's face so she could lick Linda's pussy while she was being fucked. Jimmy came deep in her pussy, and then let Mark pick up where he left off. Then Jimmy had Linda clean off his cock with her mouth. Mark wet his finger and was sticking it in Marcy's ass while he fucked her. Finally, Mark came inside her pussy. Then Tom started in on her. Tom just loved to feel his cock inside the girls. Fucking girls like this was his most treasured fantasy. He came fairly quickly. He always did, but the look of pure joy on his face was worth the film.

Once again, Jimmy mounted her and came. Then Mark came in her, and then Tom came in her again. Jimmy felt she had about as much cum as she could hold in her pussy. At least enough to do what he wanted them to do. They left Marcy hanging like that, and put Linda on her back on a small weight lifter's table just four inches off the floor. Jimmy moved some of the portable cameras mounted on tripods around and adjusted the lights. They tied Linda's legs wide apart with some rope to some more hooks on the ceiling, and strapped her down onto the low table with a belt across her waist. They placed a roll pillow just behind the small of her back. This left her with her pussy facing straight up in the air. Jimmy knelt down, kissed her gently and whispered to her what they were going to do. Linda smiled a deep smile at him and nodded her head. Jimmy kept kissing her deeply. All the while he was doing this; Jimmy was playing with Linda's clit with his fingers. He got her hot and wet, then went up and put a spreader in her pussy lips to keep them wide open. He had Linda play with her own nipples to keep herself hot.

Very gently, they untied Marcy's legs, and pushed them together. They moved her to where, with Tom on one side and Mark on the other, her she was just almost above Linda's pussy with her own. Jimmy took one last look around, saw the cameras looked right, and said, "Okay Marcy, step over her and spread your legs apart."

Marcy picked up her left leg and stepped over Linda. This placed her pussy right over Linda's spread open pussy. Right on queue, the cum started to flow in a solid stream from Marcy's pussy right into Linda's pussy. Jimmy pulled the spreader out and had Lind hold her pussy lips open after they started to close. When Linda's smaller pussy was filled to overflowing, they had Marcy close her legs, then hop up to Linda's face and open up again. This time the cum flow went right into Linda's waiting open mouth. All the while this was happening; Tom was kissing Marcy while Mark was sticking his finger up her ass. Marcy was holding her own pussy open for this.

When Linda had so much cum she could not keep up with the flow, they had Marcy lay down next to Linda and had them snowball the cum. They were kissing each other and passing the cum back and forth. Lots of it spilled out all over their faces. All the while, cum was leaking from both their pussies.

Then they had Marcy lie down with her legs spread wide and Linda straddle her and let all the cum flow from her pussy back into Marcy's pussy, then her mouth. When Marcy got pregnant, Jimmy planned on leaving a picture of this shot (with out the guys) lying around her apartment so she could see how she got the cum in her pussy that got her pregnant. Then she would know the cum came from Linda. She would be all over Linda to tell her who she fucked and then fucked her up like this! And Linda would not have any more idea than Marcy would who the guy was. This would be after Jimmy broke up with Linda.

Then they had the girls eat as much of the cum out of each others pussies as they could. Finally, with both of their faces streaked with spilt cum, he had both girls stand next to each other, legs spread apart, and just watched as the cum slowly dripped out of their pussies onto the floor. The girls were leaning over, looking backwards through their legs, cuckolds brownie or should it be called, "cum eating smiles" on their faces while their pussies dripped cum. Their hair was falling down behind them both. This shot looked hot as hell.

When Doctor Angelo viewed the video of this, he knew they had another best seller on tape. He knew just where to market this one. And this was just their first night!

The rest of the week end went rather well. Jimmy had another idea that Doctor Angelo thought was a little too sadistic. Jimmy did not let the girls clean up when they finished with the cum scene. Instead, he had them lay down on the floor nude, and used gray duct tape and taped Marcy's wrists to Linda's ankles. Then he did the same thing to Linda. Lastly, he took the belt and put it around their waists. Neither of them could really move a lot. He told them to start eating each other out and don't stop until they were told to stop. Then Jimmy left them there like that and left the room. He told John he was going to leave them there like that all night, and maybe for most of the next morning.

"Is there some reamister why you are doing this to them?" John asked with curiosity. "Yeah. I read about a guy that abducted two girls that were teasing him. He did this to them. He made them eat each other, then fucked them while they were tied up like that and watched them pee on each other. He taped the whole thing and told them he was going to show it to all their friends. I just thought I would love to see Marcy pee in Linda's face," Jimmy said, taking a take of beer.

"Jimmy, I'm going to stop you on this one. How about instead you and I go down and fuck them while they are tied like that. We'll make the other girl suck our balls while we are fucking the pussy in front of their faces. I understand what you are doing, but keep in mind there are other things you can do to get even with them. Just think about Marcy's soon to be big belly. And how she is going to explain it to all her gay friends and family. Then the fact she will never know who the man of her kid is, or even how she got knocked up. No. What you are doing could bite us. Let's go cum in them instead," John said getting up from the sofa chair.

They went down and Jimmy stared to fuck Linda in the ass while John started to fuck Marcy's pussy. Then John pulled out and started on Marcy's ass. Jimmy got his wish anyway. Both girls ended up peeing while they were being fucked in the ass. Only when he came, John stuck his cock back in Marcy's pussy to keep it filled with cum. Both were sent to the shower to clean off. They were told to come back upstairs and eat when they were finished with their shower.

When they were both squeaky clean from the shower, they sent Linda to bed while Jimmy took lots of photos of Marcy dressing and undressing, and posing in various postures. Many of these were nude and scenes with her fingering and inserting dildos in her pussy and ass. But not all of these were nude or even partially nude scenes. Many were just taken in regular street clothes and sometimes underwear. By tracking what was being downloaded off the "Lori Lee" web site, they found many of the most popular photos being down loaded were of Lori fully dressed and just smiling at the camera. In fact, the hottest download on the site was a picture of Lori wearing a short black skirt, very low cut red pull over top with her breasts showing down almost to where her nipples were covered. She was bending over with a sexy looking smile. Doctor Angelo thought this picture was being used as wall paper on computer screens and posters in young guy's rooms. While it oozed sex, a lady could not really object to it. So, since this is what the people wanted, they gave it to them. They took similar photos of both Linda and Marcy, just wearing different outfits. They also had one of Marcy where her left tit had accidentally fallen out of her top when she bent over. It really had been an accident. It was sexy as all hell, too.

While Linda was lying on the bed almost arelax, Doctor Angelo came in and sat down on the bed next to her. He took her hand in his, and told several things he wanted her to remember. Just as he had done with Cindy, he implanted several code phrases into Linda's mind. He had seen that he may have a problem with Jimmy being in control of them. He wanted a way to take them away from Jimmy if he had to do so. That's what he did with Linda. Linda came away just like Cindy did. The real love of her life was John, not Jimmy. But she would fuck and suck Jimmy anytime she was told to do so and without being asked if they were alone together. She would also get off his case about everything. She would be a smiling, loving girl for him.

When Doctor Angelo did this to Marcy, he implanted in her brain the same thing. He also implanted in her brain that her true love was John, but the man of her young was Jimmy. She would love Jimmy with all her heart when she found out she was pregnant. Jimmy was her true love above all others. She was never to tell him that she loved him until John was gone. Then she was to take Jimmy as her lover, her husband and the man of her youngren. He gave her a web site address to memorize. She was only to go to that site after John was gone from her life. It had both photos of Jimmy fucking her, cumming in her pussy, and her sucking him off. This would prove he was the man of her young.

Later as he was thinking about what he did, he knew that with Marcy after Jimmy like this, it would keep Jimmy busy avoiding her instead of letting him come after him. His past life told him to always make escape plans well in advance. Planning. Prior planning was the key. Jimmy didn't know it, but just before Doctor Angelo shut the operation down, he was going to get a dose of the chemical, and have it implanted in his brain he loved Marcy and Linda and wanted to be the man of both of their youngren. They should live together as a family. Linda was going to get pregnant before they were done. She was going to love Jimmy as well. Lori? He had not decided what he was going to do with her yet. But she would get something to remember this by. Something that would ruin her professional life. Actually, he had already done that. It would not be too much longer before it became known to her profession that she had become a real prostitute.

That was payback for her. Doctor Angelo still wanted to do something to her boss. He was the one that directed her to do this to him. He still had to pay. Speaking of pay, the jewelry she would obtain during this would make her rich. That was for sure. It was also something she could not explain away. Then again, as smart an attorney as she was, it would not take her long to grab the income from her websites away from him. That was fine. He would have most of the money long gone and untouchable by that time.

Just after that thought, Lori called him on the phone. She was excited. She told him His Royal Highness really liked her and he gave her a very expensive necklace and a Rolex watch for John. John told her that was wonderful and to stop by the house with them both. He wanted to see how she looked wearing her new necklace.

Since it was late Sunday night and there was little traffic, it took Lori a little more than a half an hour to get to the apartment. She literally danced into the kitchen. She came in all smiles and first went up to him and kissed him deeply on her face. She looked great. She was wearing a five strand diamond necklace that looked fantastic on her bare open chest. Doctor Angelo thought she would have something like this. He was not expecting it to be so nice.

Lori literally pulled his pants off him and had his cock in her mouth so fast he almost fell out of the chair. Despite all the sucking his cock had during the weekend, he found it true than neither of the two girls could suck him like Lori did. When he came, he told her to leave her hands at her sides. Then he pulled his cock out and cum all over her necklace. When he was finished, he told her to clean him off but leave the cum on the necklace. She did so. Then he led her into the bathroom and told her to take off everything except the necklace. Lori was very surprised that he seemed angry at her. She was almost in tears because somehow she had displeased him, and she didn't know how.

Doctor Angelo had her kneel in the bathtub and then peed all over the necklace. His pee washed the cum off it. He did not pee in her face, but some splashed off the necklace on it. Then he told her to stand up, and he faced her to the shower head.

"After I leave the room, you may wash yourself off, dress, and come back out to the sofa with me." Then he just turned away and left her standing nude in the shower stall with nothing on except the necklace.

Her head was hanging low now and she was barely holding back tears. She did as she was told, and came back and sat down next to him. She leaned over and kissed him and then sat back with her hands folded in her lap, looking down.

He looked at her for a minute then reached over and touched her hand. She looked up at him with apprehension showing on her face. He roughly pulled her close to him and hugged her.

"I am not upset with you or anything you have done. You did very well and you did what I told you to do. I'm just very upset that another man can give you gifts I can't match. My anger is directed at the gift you earned, not at you. Now then. You getting gifts like this is going to happen many times in the near future. I hope you enjoyed being with the prince, and more importantly made him happy," John said.

"My Love, I made the prince very happy. I'm sure of it. He wanted me to stay longer, and I did reward him for the gift as you have told me to do. I'm afraid that I got so excited when he put the necklace around my neck, that as I was sucking his cock to say thank you . . . I . . ." she said stammering a bit and looking down.

"You what?" He said holding her back and looking at her.

"I peed a little bit on the carpet. Not much. But he did notice it and laughed at me. I was so embarrassed! I just looked up in his eyes and plead with them for his forgiveness. I know I blushed bright red. Then he came in my mouth and plunged his cock back deep inside it when I tried to take it out. I actually think I got it into my throat. I sure hope I did! I know I did several other times for him," Lori said with a few tears coming down her face.

"That's fine, dear. That's just the way a man likes it. Men love it when women get so excited about them that they diddle a little bit like that. Trust me; he was thrilled about it, not upset.

"He is only the first of many to come. They will all gift you like that. I hope you were as excited with him as you were when you came home. That is the way I want you to be. Now then. Just so you know to expect it. Whenever you bring home a gift like this one, I am going to do the same thing. Expect it. My cum and my pee washes off.

"Take your gift home and put it somewhere safe. It is almost as beautiful as you are. It looks very nice on you. If you ever meet the prince again for any reamister, in this life or your other life, remember to wear it proudly. Not to do so is a very great insult to him. A permisteral insult. As a matter of fact, when you go back to work tomorrow, I want you to take the time and look up the customs of dealing with Middle Eastern royalty and the oil rich. You did very well. You will always get to keep the gift they give you. It's your pay for a job very well done.

"In fact, if you don't already have one, go to a bank and get a large safe deposit box. One you can put a large amount of jewelry in and keep it safe. Have it appraised, and contact your insurance agent. We can't let anything happen to your gifts. They have to be kept safe at all costs. Now run along home. You've had a busy week end," he said. This was a code phrase for her to go home, take a bath, then go to bed and not remember anything about what she had done.

"Lori, look at me," he said. This was another code phrase. It meant that he was going to give her an instruction she needed to remember.

"Lori, you need to remember the prince. You need to remember he gave you the necklace and he was a charming host. You will remember all the men that give you gifts like this, who they are, and the gift they gave you. You need to remember about getting the safe deposit box and the appraisals. When, and only then; when you can deal with why they gave you the gifts, you may remember the extreme pleasure you gave them and they gave you. Do you understand me?" he said very gently.
Lori looked at him with a bit of confusion on her face, then a bit of understanding. "My Love, I like what I did with the prince. I have only been happier here with you in my whole life. I would like to remember both my time with him and more importantly, my time with you," Lori said with the same look of bewilderment on her face.

"Lori, you may remember what you did with the prince; you can remember that you love me with all your heart. You can remember that you have given yourself to me body and soul. You may not remember what you are doing here. Just that it is important to you, and fills a void in your life. Now run along home. You've had a busy week end," he said.

Lori looked at him, shook her head, smiled and stood up and kissed him good bye. She was smiling and was almost as happy as she was when she came in the kitchen from the hotel.

In the next several months, Lori Lee entertained no less than seven more men in the same way she had the prince. Each and every one of them was overjoyed at her performance. Each gifted her in a different way. She now had rings, bracelets and necklaces, watches and even a brand new Lexus. The new Lexus came about because when she went to leave for work the morning of one of her "romantic weekends" as she thought of them, her car wouldn't start. She told her lover she almost did not arrive because of her car. In just some of the small talk she always engaged them in; she said she was due to buy a new one anyway. It was just such a hassle doing it. So as she finished for the weekend, after strapping on her wrist a beautiful lady Rolex with diamonds all over it; he walked her out the front door of the hotel himself, by the doorman and around to the driver's side of a brand new top of the line silver Lexus. One of his men held the driver's door open, and her lover had her sit in the driver's seat and then handed her the keys. She actually cried because she could not thank him in the proper way. She kissed his hand and put it up to her face while she was crying. He kissed the top of her head and then walked away.

When she calmed down, she drove back to the "studio" as she thought of it now. Just as with all the times before, John came and pissed on her watch. This time all she had to do was hold out her hand while he did it, and then wash it off in the basin. She told him about the car. He just told her to order new license plates and bring her old Lexus over here when she got a new battery for it. She asked if he was going to piss on the car, too.

No. No sense pissing on a car. Then he did something else while he was looking at it. He opened the back door, told her to sit down and spread her legs, and then he pushed her panties out of the way. (She always wore thigh high stockings to these encounters held in place with garter belts now. It was sexy as hell.) And then he fucked her on the white leather back seat of her new car. He took her very tenderly. With passion.

When he started so tenderly, Lori undid her dress and pulled down the top so he could have access to her breasts. She put her hands behind his head and pulled him into the car on top of her. They spent much more time fucking this way than either would have imagined. Lori ended up cleaning him off in the proper way, only before she finished, he became hard again. She took his cock in her hand, while she put her other arm around his neck, kissed him and asked him where he would like to cum in her at.

"Bend over," he said.

Lori turned around in the back seat of her car, and pulled her dress up in the back. She knew she was not nearly wet enough in her ass to take him like this. She expected it to hurt. She could deal with it. Instead, he stuck his cock deep inside her pussy, and started to pump away at her. Just before she thought he was going to cum, he pulled out and then stuck his cock in her ass. It hurt at first going in, but soon she was pushing her ass back and meeting his thrusts.

"Deeper... Deeper... Oh please come in Deeper," Lori said pleading to him.

Finally, with one huge push into her ass, he came. He came more this time than he had in a long time. She knew it right away. He could only stand there pulling her ass out of the backseat of the car and pushing his cock as deeply into it as he could. He stood holding her here like this for several minutes. Finally, his cock shrank down and came out of her. Lori turned around to clean his cock off the way she had been told to do months before. Where it had been made no difference to her.

Only this time, John backed away from her, helped her out of the back seat, and into the driver's seat, kissed her on her lips and told her, "Now run along home. You've had a busy week end," he said.

She looked at him with questioning eyes, and then he closed her door and walked back into the kitchen. She started the car, opened the garage door and drove out of the place and went home. She was surprised he did not let her clean him off. She didn't understand his actions tonight. She was also a bit uncomfortable with the cum oozing out of her ass. She took some tissues from her purse and put inside her dress to catch what she could of it.

Doctor Angelo went back into the house and made himself a stiff scotch. He could not understand why he broke the training rules, either. He was getting worried that he was falling in love with her. That couldn't happen. That couldn't be allowed happen at all.

The other plans had been going along very well. Linda and Marcy had stared in many of their own movies, photo shoots and lately, it seems Jimmy had started a new sideline business with them as well. Since he was more or less done with them, he let Jimmy have them. Jimmy didn't know it, but Doctor Angelo was preparing to close up shop. He had more than met his original goal. Sales of Lori Lee's pictures, and movies had made him more than even he could dream about. More was coming in everyday. It was all funneled into bank accounts and all he had to do was make withdrawals of the money.

Most of all, his selling Lori's services to the prince's as he thought of them had paid off the most. They were willing of pay much more for her services than he ever dreamed possible. If he had known what he could have gotten for her by prostituting her ass out to them before he went to the time and expense of making the pictures, he would have trained her to do that alone. It was too late to do that with her now. But he could find some other hot chick somewhere and train her to do it. He was thinking about doing that from Switzerland. He was thinking about training them, then selling them. He had been offered a lot for Lori. Each time he told the prince that was not possible, but that in the future he would contact them about a woman that it would be possible to obtain that would be just as well trained as Lori Lee. He had several offers of financial assistance to help this happen.

He had one more thing to accomplish here with Lori Lee before he left. Only one more thing.

Doctor Angelo felt Jimmy humiliated the two girls more that he thought he should have. Jimmy took them both to visit a tattoo and piercing shop one Saturday evening. They both came back with rings in their nipples, with a chain going across from ring to ring; navel pins; and a ring through their clits.

There were now tattoos of a black widow spider on Marcy's right upper breast, a web pattern with another spider on a web on her lower back, a spider's web all around her navel, around her left upper arm and right ankle. Linda had a butterfly tattoo on her upper right breast, butterflies surrounding her navel, on her upper left shoulder in the back, around her left arm and on her right ankle.

Both of the women had tattoos right over their pussies. Linda's said "cum in here" with an arrow pointing to her pussy; while Marcy's said "cock's cum here" with an arrow pointing to her pussy. Doctor Angelo thought this went too far. He could live with the tattoos and pins, but not the final assault on there pussies. That took it a little too far. Jimmy just got too carried away with his power over them. He was selling their asses now, too.

Jimmy paid for the art work, but the girls did as well. All the while they were in the tattoo parlor; they were sucking and fucking all comers. Jimmy video taped the whole thing. That was where Jimmy got his great idea about opening up his own business on the side.

Jimmy found out were two really hot private night spots were. He took the girls, dressed in low cut pull over blouses, leather short mini-skirts and high heels with nothing under it to the private men's clubs. He took the girls to the hot spots, and watched as they fucked and sucked about fifty different men each in both places. They were in them for about four hours each night. Jimmy got paid $2,000 an hour for each of their services. The club managers wanted them back as often as possible. In fact, if Jimmy brought them in on Club Night, they would pay him an extra $10,000 plus the hourly fee. That was for ten hours work. He shook on it with out any thought at all. He sat on their purses (which had a concealed video camera in one of them) and taped it all.

When the weekend was done, Jimmy took them both home and tossed them in bed with each other. Jimmy was not dumb. The night he took them to the tattoo parlor, and then to the clubs, she told Linda he was going to be out of town working for the weekend. He was packed and ready to walk out the door when the have took a hold of her. He stayed in the car while Marcy came into the apartment. He gave her ten minutes to take her doctored take, that Linda gave her and then he went in and found them both sitting on the sofa under the influence of the have.

He had them both dress in halter tops and short leather mini-skirts with nothing else on under them and took them to the tattoo shop. They were there over six hours. Then Jimmy took them to the clubs and filmed them doing all the guys. Marcy should really be knocked up after this. When they were done late Sunday night, Jimmy dropped them off at Linda's apartment and went to spend the rest of the night at the studio.

He was not going to come back to Linda's place until late Wednesday night. That gave the girls until then to try and understand what happened to them. They were told they had to properly care for their new piercing and they could not remove them. They just would not know how it all got there. Jimmy planned to be extremely surprised when he found Linda like this. He also told them both that when he came back from his trip, both Linda and Marcy had to show him what had been done to them. They had to do it in front of each other as well. This was when they were not under the influence of the have.

It was when John found what Jimmy had done to the two girls that he decided to end it with Jimmy. Jimmy had gone too far this time. But he had given him an idea on how to end it with Lori. End it in such a way she could never fight what happened to her, or forget what she had become. She was now a prostitute. A high paid one, but a prostitute no less. He felt she should have some constant reminders of her new status in life.

Besides. He had already made more money off of Cynthia Anne Hollingsworth than he dreamed was possible. It was time to cut and run. She was at the limit he felt save to give her the haves. One last dose, and instructions to forget him and to visit the websites where she was bare in all her glory, then he would be gone. Of course, he would have some very recent pictures of her there before he told her how to find her site.

Correction, he thought. He and all the money would be gone. After all, one shouldn't forget that revenge is a dish best served cold.

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A Doctor's Advantage: Tina


Medical school was pretty easy for me. Too easy, really. A big bore. But my man and 3 generations before him all have along history in medical practice, so it was my destiny. It was useless to argue with dad. He pretty much made it clear since I was very young that if I chose a different field he would disinherit me. I can't complain too much I guess. The money is great, and occasionally, the perks are awesome.

Joe Taylor was a good friend growing up but we always had a very competitive relationship. Both of us came from wealthy stock, and we always were trying to outdo each other in sports, toys, and especially women. But when he finally got married last year, I had to admit I was beat. She was stunning. 5-7, 120 pounds, long dark flowing hair, beautiful green eyes, 36c and perky. Not to mention 10 years younger than him. He had it made with this gorgeous little piece. At least he thought he did.

We all still lived in Manhattan. Joe had his legal practice and I had the lush office in one of the most admired brownstones in the city. They used me as their family doctor, and I always looked forward to her yearly check up, just to be able to look at her and talk to her. This time, though, she came in just a few months after her yearly appointment.

"Come on in Tina"

"Thanks, sorry to bother you again so soon"

"No trouble at all..everything ok" I said, closing the exam room door.

"I'm sure it's nothing..just been feeling dizzy occasionally and a little trouble relaxing"

"You can never be too careful..I'll order a full battery of tests. My assistant Ms. Jenkins will come in and draw red and take a urine sample and pap smere. Come back in 3 days and we will go over everything ok?"

"Thank you so much..I appreciate your help..I really do" she said, putting her hand on mine. She always was a little flirt. I left the exam room wishing for a reamister to have her undress for me but it would look suspicious without doing redwork first. It would have to wait.

When the results came back from the lab I was first shocked..then puzzled..then overjoyed.

She came in 3 days later.

I shut the door behind us.

Well the results came in Tina.

"Well tell me..is everything ok? The symptoms are continuing"

"Yes and they will for the next 8 months..you're a month pregnant Tina."

A look of surprise and fright passed over her beautiful face.

"Oh..oh my god..I didn't expect..well, uh Joe will be thrilled..well I better be going"

"Do you really think he would be thrilled Tina?" "Yes of course..I mean we haven't really discussed..I mean the possibility.."

"Tina..you can cut the act..don't forget I was Joe's doctor long before either of us knew you. I know he had a vasectomy 5 years ago."

Her face turned bright red and she looked away from me.

"He told me you 2 were perfect because neither of you wanted youngren. Joe was always a ladies man..we both were..he got the vasectomy so he could play without worry."

"I..don't know what to say..I ..please..he can't know about this"

"Who is it Tina?"

"What difference does that...."

"Just answer me..if you don't want him to know you will answer me."

"Fuck..it's my permisteral trainer ok? I've been so lucky in the past about not getting pregnant..all thru college I was careless many times. Why now?"

"At your wedding you 2 looked so in love..I don't get it"

"Don't forget I was an actor once..and I'm still good at it. I married him for money. Sex between us has become once a week. He rolls on top of me, pushes it in, and cums. And then he falls arelax."

She started to tear up..secretly I was glowing. Joe and I competed in everything. This information and this moment were priceless.

"The question Tina is what to do now"

"I need some time to think..you won't tell will you?"

The moment I had been waiting for since the first day I laid eyes on this woman was finally here.

"That depends on you Tina"

"Ok..how so?"

"I want you to remove your clothing..all of it"

That flushed look was back..

"Excuse me?"

I just looked at her.

"Your blackmailing me?"

Grinning a little.. "Well..ya..take off your clothing and he won't find anything out"

"But you 2 are friends..."

"I wouldn't call us friends exactly..if he was in my position, he would be doing the same thing believe me"

"I don't believe this cuckolds brownie..fine, your a doctor anyway..will you at least step outside while I undress?"

"No"

"This is bullcuckolds brownie you know that? I came to you for help with a medical condition and you blackmail me?"

"Yes..strip"

Her lips got pouty, making her even more irresistable as she angrily started taking off her clothes. I watched triumphantly as this woman was revealed to me little by little. When those perky tits bounced out of that sexy bra I was finally seeing what I had dreamed about since I met her. She pulled her panties to her ankles and stood before me. She had a Playboy models body.

"Step out of the panties"

She complied. She was perfect, even her toes were neatly manicured, as was the small patch of hair above her mound.

"Happy now?"

"I'm a lot happier than I was a few minutes ago."

"I can go then?"

"Not quite"

We both knew what I wanted but I let her play her little cat and mouse game.

"Well how about now?" she said in a pissy voice.

"Get on th exam table"

She sat up on the table, the thin sanitary paper crinkling under her. I gently pushed her legs apart to get a good view of her. Her pussy matched the rest in beauty. She looked tight and had pouty little lips just like her mouth.

"Lay on your side facing me"

She did as she was told. Now she really looked like something from Playboy. Her lean sexy body stretched before me..so curvy. Her tits were not sagging at all, even in this position. I unzipped my slacks and dropped them to the floor. As I pulled my boxers down my hard cock was free. She looked down quickly..then up for just a second..then back down. I knew I was biggerthan Joe..we did grow up together and had been in locker rooms many times. The table was perfect height. I approached and positioned my cock near her face.

"Take me in your mouth Tina"

"Wait..I don't do that..not even for my husband..please..it's disgusting"

"And a married woman fucking strange men isn't?"

I could see the resignation at this comment. She knew she had no choice. She closed her eyes and took me in. It was heaven. I placed my hand on her head as I rocked slowly back and forth, gazing over her sexy young body. Her mouth was warm and wet and I could feel my cock grow harder inside it. She was breathing hard from her nose, trying to get enough oxygen as I pumped her mouth. My cum was building, and I could tell she could feel that big vein start to wiggle as she tried to pull away. My hand held her head firmly and I shot my load. Wave after wave of cum spilled into her mouth as I held her. I could see her throat muscles contract as she had no choice but to swallow my thick cum. A little drooled out the side and ran down her cheek onto her neck. It was a perfect picture. I withdrew and with my hand milked a few more drops onto her chest as she coughed for air. She laid there with a look of defeat mixed with anger.

"I don't remember ever cumming so hard"

"I don't believe you came in my mouth. That was rude."

Her chest was heaving up and down..I ran my hands down her face and felt her tits..the nipples grew at my touch..anger is very erotic apparently. My cock was already hardening again. This woman was so sexy. My hands roamed her body..her hips, legs, feet, all felt so good..it was cool in ther oom and the flourescent light showed her goose bumps everywhere I touched. The body's unintentional response. Her legs were clamped tightly shut. It was almost cute..her little bit of stubborness.

"Roll onto your tummy"

"Why?"

I raised my eyebrows, looking at my watch and looking annoyed.

"Fine"

She rolled over, her shapely back, legs, and curvy ass exposed to me. I propped a pillow under her tummy, then gave her a little smack on the ass. She flashed me a seriously dirty look.

"Don't ever fucking do that again! My dad did that to me and no man will ever spank me again!"

"Thats a story I would love to hear sometime Tina, but right now I have other things in mind."

I got up on thetable behind her..her legs were still clamped tight together but it didn't matter...she was in good enough shape that her legs didn't close together up near her pussy. Her soft mound was staring back at me. I knelt behind her and my cock was very hard again. I touched it to her exposed slit..heaven. I began to rub it along the soft lips..she moaned involuntary..perfect. She was moist..not exactly wet..but moist. I pushed into her and she groaned..tried to wiggle away..but my hand on her back was pinning her to the table. With each withdrawl I pushed a little deeper, until my hard cock was buried in her...

"Please..put a condom on..please.." She said between raspy breaths.

"Your already pregnant Tina.."..I said laughing lightly..then continued to fuck her..

I moved roughly inside her, her body rocking on the table with each thrust..she moaned beneath me..begging me not cum in her..which only intensified my lust..I grabbed her hair in my fist, pulling her head back as I rode her, then came..hard..deep inside her..I could feel her struggling one last time as she felt my hot cum shooting inside..

I collapsed on top of her..our sweaty bodies exhausted.

"Your follow up appointment is one week from today Tina..we'll have to probe more thoroughly into your medical predicament."

It's been almost a year since my first encounter with Tina, and in the months leading up to her delivery I used her in every conceivable way. Her husband Joe obviously found out she was pregnant by her permisteral trainer. She waited until she started to show before telling him, and it nearly destroyed him. After much soul searching, he decided not to divorce her, as long as she promised never to see her lover again. She agreed, knowing that Joe could give her and the baby a much better life than her paycheck to paycheck boyfriend ever could.

She toyed with the idea of telling him about what I was doing to her, but thought better of it. I reminded her that he might not believe her. After all, she had one affair that he knew about. He would likely think it was mutual between us, and this was a risk she didn't want to take. He would have likely kicked her out for good.

Tina got back into shape quickly after the delivery, looking as good as ever, although her pussy wasn't as tight as before. I didn't mind that so much. She was still warm and wet, and a beautiful woman at my mercy. Still I decided it was time to let her go. I had defeated my old college friend Joe in the most permisteral way, making his wife my slut, and now I could let them get on with their lives knowing I was the alpha male. It felt good. I decided to give her one last task, promising that she would be free afterwards.

It's a tradition in the family that the man provides a "permisteral escort" for his mister for his first sexual experience just before going off to medical school. My mister, Derrick, would be the 5th generation to experience this tradition. It's thought of as a training session for the young man before he starts screwing all those easy college girls. And the escort chosen is always one of those high class ones. No street whores for this family. Tina would be perfect.

The following is Derrick's story of his first experience. Tradition forbids for the man to read the written story, so I will leave you with Derrick:

My old man is so naive. I'm 18 and he thinks I'm still a virgin. Fuckin' funny. I was fucking my babysitters when I was growing up. That was one good thing about being a doctor's mister. Plenty of good haves in the house. I used various concoctions to slip in their diet Pepsi and then mold them like playdough. Some I had to knock out completely, the feisty little sluts. They were always too confused and embarrassed to ever tell anyone. But, alas, those are stories for another day.

I have to admit though, this piece of ass the old man gave me for my little going away party was sweet. A little older than I'm used to, she was probably mid twenties. But a fuckably tight body and that face..it's hard to explain but she was striking. The green eyes, perfect nose and lips, combined very well. I knew I would have to spray it with cum and make her thank me.

I went up to the University a week early to move my cuckolds brownie into the frat house. I was an easy in-a legacy always makes it, and I was a 4th generation legacy. The girl would meet me at the house on Saturday, the day after I arrived. The house was practically empty except one of the seniors who stayed the summer.

So this chick shows up in a Jag..can you believe it. She must have cost the old man a fortune. A whore with a Jag. I led her up to my room..she didn't talk much..seemed in a hurry. I don't like that and I told her so.

"Look kid, let's just get on with this." She said. "Look slut, I'm gonna take my time..my old man will cover whatever extra you want."

She just rolled her eyes and tossed her purse on the table.

"Strip" I told her, matter of factly.

She did as she was told, although not very seductively. She took her clothing off piece by piece, dropping them on the floor. She had a great body. Not as tight as the 18 year olds I usually banged, looked like maybe she squeezed a kid out at one time, but very shapely, and combined with that face, an easy 9.

I pointed to the bed over against the wall. She walked to it and got in. My cock was growing hard at the sight of her, my heart rate quickening. Every other time I have been laid it had been a dark room, and the girl was mostly takes or stoned or half conscious on something I slipped her. This was the first time I had to undress in front of a woman in the light of the afternoon. I was a little nervous admittedly. Probably because she was a little older. She watched as I took my shirt off. I had been working out all summer and felt pretty good about myself. I dropped my shorts and pulled my underpants down, my hard cock springing out. She let out a muffled chuckle.

"Something funny?"

"No..nothing", she said sarcastically.

She was making me pretty mad which has always made me horny. The best sex I have had was with women that I didn't like. I got into the bed with her, and started running my hands over her naked body. She squirmed, trying to push my hands away.

"Put a condom on" she said very sternly.

"You don't give the orders here slut", I said, rolling on top of her. Her naked body against mine felt awesome , especially when she struggled. "The old man will take care of whatever extra cost there is."

"It doesn't fuckin' work that way", she said struggling harder.

I pushed my cock just inside her, her fists beating on my chest. She was only slightly moist. I thrusted hard, pushing most of my cock up inside her.

"Asshole" she yelled, still trying to push me off.

I started fucking her steadily, and after a few minutes she realized how futile it was to fight me. She layed there with her head turned to the side, moaning ever so faintly as my hands rested on her firm tits, massaging them as I moved in and out of her, her nipples hardening under my hands. Thats what I love most about a woman's body. No matter how much she hates you, her body always eventually repmisterds to sexual manipulation. I was really getting into it, sweating on top of her, and I think she was starting to relax a little, her breathing and gentle moaning getting quicker. I felt her legs wrap around my back, her feet crossed. The room smelled of sex, causing me to grow harder inside her. I grabbed her legs and pushed them over my shoulders so I could fuck her more deeply, her feet up in the air. She didn't fight this. Just as I started to go at her again the bedroom door flew open. It was Chad, the senior and President of the house.

"What the fuck is going on in here?" he said, grinning widely. Tina started struggling again, this time even harder than before.

"I'm a little busy here" I said, stating the obvious.

"Pledge don't you know it is the obligation of all new pledges to share their girlfriends with one of the seniors?"

Of course I did know that, it was widely rumored. It took all my strength to hold her down. I was still inside of her.

"You just go ahead and finish what you're doing there", he said smugly. He pulled the bedsheet off of the bed so he could watch.

I really didn't care what he did with this slut once I was finished with her but I was a little pissed that he was gonna stand there.

"Let me go" she whispered loudly.

I started fucking her again, surprised to find that I was rock hard. In fact harder than I have ever been. I fucked her hard and steady as Chad watched, his arms crossed.

"Don't you DARE cum inside me" she whispered even louder. She was pretty pissed. All beat red. Her threat made me want to actually do it, but I wanted even more to decorate that lovely face. AsI felt my cum rising I pulled out and stroked my cock. The first shot hit her directly in the mouth, much of it landing inside before she could close her lips. The second layed a line from her neck to her belly button, and third sort of dribred out onto her swollen pussy. She layed there breathing hard. A beautiful picture. Wish I'd had a camera. Chad started clapping, surprising me.. I had practically forgotten he was there.

Tina reached down and grabbed the bedsheet, wrapping it around her naked body as she stood up, looking for her clothes.

"I have to go" she said, picking her panties off the floor.

"Pledge you have a real hottie here." Chad said He was built like a brick cuckolds browniehouse. One of the star football players on campus. I knew he was gonna fuck her. I just sat down on the couch, still naked, catching my breath. Fuck it, the old man would pay for him too. It was the frat president after all. I think the old man donated like 25 grand a year to the house anyway. What was another few hundred?

Chad turned and locked the door.

"I said I have to GO", Tina said defiantly.

We both ignored her.

Chad pulled the sheet back off of her, balling it up and tossing it in the corner. Tina crossed her arms over her chest, looking for an exit. Chad shoved her with like 2 fingers, and she went sprawling back onto the bed. He pulled his shirt off, revealing a muscled frame. He unzipped his cutoff shorts and they fell to the floor. He wasn't wearing underwear. His cock was half hard, veiny, and big. He was my size half hard, and his balls were shaved clean. Tina stared, then noticed that we noticed she was staring, and got off the bed and bolted, running squarely into Chad. He never even flinched, and she bounced off him right back onto the bed.

He rolled her onto her stomach and pushed her knees up beneath her. He was gonna take her from behind and I was getting hard again just watching. He held both her arms behind her back with one big hand. She was completely helpless. She looked so incredibly sexy in this position. Better than any picture I have seen in any porn mag. I had to get my video camera. It was getting dark now, and without even bothering to get dressed, I dashed outside and grabbed it from my car. I didn't miss much in those 30 seconds. He was rubbing her clit between 2 thick fingers. She was still fighting him, but that familiar moaning and heavy breathing was starting to emanate from her again. I started filming.

"I never do sloppy seconds" he said, "especially not after a pledge."

Was he not gonna fuck her? I thought to myself, a little disappointed.

He began massaging her juices, which were flowing freely now despite herself, onto her pink little ass hole. A flood of excitement coursed through me as I realized what he meant to do. She didn't realize at first either, until he rubbed his cock head, first along her slit, then across her ass. He held her tight as she protested loudly, curses that would make a sailor blush. He slid his mostly hard meet along in between her sexy, slippery ass cheeks, his cock growing as he did. I focused the camera on her ass as he pushed, hard. I actually felt a tinge of guilt (it quickly dissipated) as this strong guy's hardness popped inside. Her eyes flew open, then clenched tightly shut.

"Oh ya baby", he whispered, as he slowly worked his way further inside of her. She was making low, guttural sounds from deep in her throat. I've never heard anything like it. At least he took it slow. After about 5 minutes, he was almost buried up her delicate little ass. Slowly he started pumping, her body rocking forward slightly with each short pump. Her fists were clenching the bedsheets tightly, her eyes still shut. The expression on her face was priceless.

As her tiny hole began to stretch, to become accustomed to his huge intrusion, he started moving a little faster, with longer strokes. The strange noises emanating from her increased in volume and frequency. His body was huge next to hers. He had to be twice her weight. He was feverish. He seemed to forget this was not her pussy, as he was grinding in and out of this little slut. She had to be exhausted, barely struggling now. With one of her cheeks in each hand, gripping them so tightly they were red and starting to bruise, he let out a strong groan and pushed..hard..against her..and came deep in her tight ass, his throbbing cock pulsating against her clenching sphincter. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she ******, her head falling face first to the pillow.

As the last of his spurting cum emptied into her, he pulled out. As he headed naked toward the shower he grumred something like "next time you bring a girl, you bring her to my room before you fuck her pledge." I tucked a few hundreds in her shoe for an extra tip. I'm by no means a generous guy, but she was well worth it. I rubbed one out on her face before getting dressed, then shut the door and headed down to the bars, hoping to get lucky.

The pain was momentarily intense and Carla felt a tear form in one eye and slowly trickle down her cheek and a wave of nausea swept through her stomach, but she refused to utter a sound. After a brief instant, the pain turned to warmth that felt like it was vibrating through her crotch and belly.

When she again defiantly stood her ground, he nodded at his Mountain sized cohort.

Mountain moved to where George was tied to the chair and struck him hard on the side of the head with his sledgehammer-like fist. George's head bounced off the opposite shoulder and Mountain open-handed him across the face as his head came back to upright. Blood immediately appeared at the corner of George's lip and squirted from his broken nose.

"On your knees slut." The leader bellowed again. When she was slow to start to respond, again standing defiantly, Mountain struck George again knocking the chair and him over from the power of the blow. Mountain righted the chair with George still tied to it, upright again.

"I'll do as you say," the defeated Carla said swallowing hard, "please don't hit him any more." Carla began to slowly sink to her knees.

The leader slid the zipper on his fly down and pulled his semi-erect cock from his pants. He gestured toward Mountain, who went to George and pulled his slacks and boxers down to his ankles. Reaching for George's cock and balls, Mountain began to apply pressure while pulling a large hunting knife from the sheath in his belt.

The leader turned toward the kneeling Carla. "Now suck it slut, and if you decide to get overly aggressive or use too much teeth, Mule here will just cut off your husbands cock and balls and feed them to the dogs. That wouldn't make for much of a married life now would it?"

Carla didn't answer the rhetorical question and tentatively reached out and grasp the leaders awakening cock in one hand, looking up just enough to see the obvious pain in George's eyes as Mountain squeezed his cock and balls. Carla leaned in and flicked her tongue along the head of the cock in her hand. Though his precum tasted similar to George's, he also tasted of salt, sweat, and urine, almost as if he hadn't had a bath in days. Carla loved sucking cock, but George usually took a shower immediately before they made love and so tasted neutral and clean. This cock was dirty tasting. Moreover, her husband was watching her service another man orally.

"I said suck it slut, not play with it." The leader bellowed.

Carla was just about to refuse when Mountain moved to George's side again ready to strike him some more. Also at that moment George's words in the car came back to Carla. "...we must go with whatever to stay alive, they might ******* us otherwise." Though George literally emasculated was a concern to Carla, the thought that scared her more was he would probably red to death as their captors did nothing to help.

Carla opened her mouth and took the leader's nasty tasting cock into her oral orifice. She found that after only a moment his dirty taste diminished and became more of just a manly-scent like taste. She began to suck the cock with diligence and attention. As long as she was going to have to do this and it was to save George and possibly her from a beating or worse, she was going to do a good job.

Originally there had only been three or four bikers standing around, but while Carla sucked the leader's cock, others began to wander up. They began to heckle Carla as she sucked.

"Look at the slut suck. I think she is getting off on sucking your cock boss." Said one of the observing bikers.

"Yeah boss, watch her. It looks like she is trying to suck your balls out through your cock. Maybe she eats balls for breakfast, so be careful boss."

The group cackled at the degradation their heckling was heaping on Carla.

Carla felt a momentary sense of pride at the heckling accolades she was receiving and redoured her efforts. The overwhelming feeling though was offense, but that spurred her on in a strange way to try to gain respect.

The leader's hands grabbed fistfuls of Carla's hair and began to thrust his hips in counter-rhythm to Carla's head bobs. Each thrust a little more of his turgid fuckstick would disappear into Carla's face. She wasn't sucking him as much as he was fucking her face. The first time his cock tried to enter her throat, Carla gagged, briefly.

Carla had not yet learned to deep-throat, though she had tried it with George. She steeled herself, because she knew she would 'learn' it now. On the next thrust, the entire head of his cock slipped powerfully into her throat. She gagged and felt a moment of panic when she realized she couldn't breath with his cock in her throat. Quickly gaining control of her panic and resigning herself to what was occurring, Carla began to try to establish a rhythm to her breathing to correspond with her tormentor withdrawing from her throat.

After a moment she was able to take his cock all the way in her throat and not ***, too. The leader was a bit larger than average, yet Carla was taking all of his cock into her mouth and throat.

After a couple of his throat-clogging thrusts, Carla's gag reflex turned off. She began to suck again, drawing a vacuum on his cock in her mouth. The leader stopped his vicious thrusting and allowed her to resume her sucking. Carla acquired a good technique quickly, as a matter of survival. She would bob her head three or four times on the head end of the cock, then she would take him to the balls in her mouth and throat. Drawing a vacuum she would slowly draw the cock out of her throat until just the tip remained and then start the cycle again.

After two or three cycles like this, she would take him out of her mouth and lick his balls, then up the shaft and begin the whole process over again. Bob, bob, bob, throat, vacuum, slow withdrawal. She was working so diligently after a time it was no longer the powerd task it had started out being. Carla loved a hot, hard cock in her mouth and without any thoughts on the matter in her mind, she began to enjoy what she was doing. This resulted in added effort to her rapidly improving oral talents.

With Carla doing such a good job, it didn't take long for the leader to feel his balls draw up as his cock prepared to spew the contents of his balls. The first shot caught Carla unawares and it and the next one quickly filled her mouth with his spew. Carla didn't know what to do, she had never taken a load in her mouth except by George on one occasion when he had lost control. She had been mad at him for days after that event. Now though she felt she must swallow without being told to do so. But her mouth was filling quickly and she couldn't swallow with her mouth full of cock. Fortunately, the airway through her nose was clear so she could breathe. The leader answered her dilemma though as he pulled his cock out of her mouth. The next jets from his cock splattered Carla on the face and tits. Ropes of his sticky goo hung from her forehead, nose, and just below one eye and adorned both breasts and her upper chest.

With the cock gone from her mouth, Carla quickly swallowed the mouthful of cum, and it occurred to her the taste wasn't that objectionable and in an instant the thought flashed through her mind 'Why do I object to swallowing a man's cum'?

When the leader stepped back, putting his cock away, and zipped his pants another of the bikers that had been standing heckling her stepped up his flagging cock already out and ready for her to service.

Carla reached out and took the offered cock into her hand and almost lovingly started to suck it. Her newly acquired technique had her getting this new tormentor off quickly. She was easily deep-throating now, and her vacuum and slow withdrawal technique was like milking the cock. In just a moment this new cock added to the spew on her chest and face. Then another stepped up and Carla had to dispatch his hardon. This went on until Carla had sucked all of the more than a half-dozen bikers that were assemred there. She was thankful the whole gang wasn't present, because Carla knew she would have had to suck them all off. Her gag reflex had turned off completely and though she enjoyed sucking cock, and had found as much enjoyment as she could in what was happening, she was exhausted and glad it was seemingly over. She couldn't understand why her cunt was drooling her girl juices all over the insides of her thighs, though. Was this exciting to her or was her body betraying her. She didn't have long to think about it.

The leader turned to the Mountain sized man who had stood watching George the whole time and spoke. "Mule get in there and get your share of the little bitch."

"I think I will wait for the other end. She can suck me after I fuck her." Was Mules reply. Well that confirmed for Carla she was going to have to fuck these guys, and she felt her cunt twitch, her lips throb, and another trickle of her juices run down her inner thighs.

The leader looking toward George now and noted his raging hardon. "Looks like hubby could use some relief. I guess his wife acting like a slut turns him on. We will have to see that he gets more entertainment to say thank you for not objecting to her coming out to play." He chuckled. Turning back to Carla he commanded her, "Now suck your hubby slut."

Carla crawled on her hands and knees over to where George was sitting. Grasping his cock, and looking down at the cum ropes all over her tits and chest and feeling them on her face, Carla suddenly felt guilty. George was taking the beatings and in the final analysis Carla was actually enjoying herself, in spite of it being powerd on her. Looking at George she mouthed "I'm sorry."

He got a look of compassion in his eyes as she bent to start sucking his cock. As she went to work George had a twinge of guilt, as well. He thought 'Here was his lovely Carla being orally sodomized by multiple strangers and he got a hardon watching. What kind of cuckolds brownie was he?'

George soon fell victim to Carla's newfound s*******s at fellatio and he began to spew in her mouth in short order. He felt another pang of guilt as his cock spewed his lust, recalling Carla's irritation when he had accidentally cum in her mouth before. But Carla was having a different feel on the matter, now. She lovingly drank down every drop, and then licked her lips as she finished and smiled and winked at her new husband. She wanted him to see it was all right that he had cum in her mouth this time. Remaining on her knees, she crawled back to the middle of the group.

Carla kept her head bowed submissively as she tentatively raised her hand to pick the globs of cum from her breasts and belly. She didn't know if she was going to get in trouble for cleaning herself up, but figured she could assuage any anger if she scooped the globs with her fingers, then licked her fingers clean between each scoop. Carla enjoyed eating cum now, it seemed. The bikers said nothing about her attempts at cleaning herself up.

Carla's head was still bowed so she didn't see the Mountain moving toward her until he was right next to her. He grasp her arm and jerked her to her feet. Carla was momentarily stunned, but regained her aplomb quickly enough to understand what was about to ensue.

"Time to fuck slut." Mountain said as he guided her around the sofa, and bent her over its back. He wasn't being particularly powerful with her, so Carla was able to observe as he went about preparing to fuck her. She saw him upzip and slide his jeans and his briefs down to his knees. Even having slid his pants to his knees his cock barely cleared his clothing and it was still soft!

It was easily the biggest cock Carla had ever seen on man or beast. Carla's eyes got big and she gasp at the possibility of having to take the huge cock into her body. It was easily as big around as Carla's forearm, and the length was more than any woman could be expected to assimilate, and it would surely get bigger as it grew to erection. The leader saw the look of surprise and astonishment on Carla's face and commented.

"Now you see why he is called Mule. I know you are saying to yourself, there is no way you can fuck that much cock. Well you will probably become his willing whore after he fucks you a time or two. His previous lovers find fucking anyone but him is unsatisfying after fucking him." The leader continued directing his next comment toward Mule.

"Oh yeah, Mule, I want to have a crack at that cunt while it is still tight, so you can't fuck her cunt, yet."

"No problem boss, there are two holes back here." He said as he slapped Carla's bare ass, "I will use the other one and fuck her cunt after you have at it."

It took a minute for Carla to register what had just been said, her mind almost numb at the possibility of being fucked by such a large cock. Then the leader's dialog with Mountain began to take meaning in her mind. He WAS going to fuck her with that thing and it appeared it might be her ass that took the intrusion. Knowing there was nothing she could do to stop whatever they decided to do, Carla began to tremble and her knees briefly threatened not to support her. Fortunately she was laying over the back of the sofa and it was supporting her weight. Unheard by any but Carla herself, a soft sob swept through her body, but at the same time another twitch of her cunt caused another stream of her girl juice to be released. Again, Carla reamistered it was a defense mechanism she had no control over. She couldn't yet accept that the feelings she was experiencing were excitation because of the powerd sexual use of her body, and that being powerd was somehow exciting to her.

She felt the Mountain start to probe her crotch with his hand. Unconsciously without having to be told, she widened her stance, spreading her legs and allowing him easier access. Mule noticed,

"Hey boss, the slut just spread her legs apart. I guess she wants to be our whore."

'Why did you spread your legs?' Carla silently castigated herself. In her mind though, she rationalized that what was happening was inevitable, and cooperation would likely prove a lot less painful and perhaps get it over with more quickly.

Mule continued to probe her swampy crotch with one hand, drawing the juices leaking down her thighs up to her brown star, while stroking life into his massive cock with the other hand. Once he was fully erect, her traced the head of his cock through the juices in her slit and on her thighs and briefly pressed at the entrance to her cunt.

Carla breathed a sigh of relief, as she at first thought he was going to fuck her cunt. When she had rationalized the fear earlier of his fucking her with that massive cudgel, she had reamistered that it should be possible and ultimately everything would be ok. After all a baby's head and shoulders pass through the mostly narrow, but potentially-gaping opening, then the passageway returns to normal so she wasn't as afraid of it as she had been, at first. Plus there was a sense of relief that he was going to fuck her cunt rather than her ass. As Mule lightly pressed into her cunt, Carla felt the entrance begin to flare to take him. Once her cunt had flared to the usual circumference to accommodate a normal sized cock, she felt the pressure as it started to try to open further for this larger fuckstick. As Mule continued to press into her the pressure turned to pain.

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A Night in Cell Block F


Laura moaned loudly as Jeff plowed deeply into her with his hard cock which brought her to orgasm for the fourth time that same night. Jeff smiled down at his girlfriend and then his body tremred as he felt the onset of his own intense orgasm. He shot his cum deep inside her with a satisfied grunt before he rolled off her and took her into his arms to cuddle. She sighed contentedly at him, "Oh, Jeff you're such a stud."

Jeff laughed back, "Yeah, I'm a stud, with my 6 inch cock and plain looks I'm far from being a stud, baby."

Laura said to him, "Jeff, it's not all about good looks and cock size."

Jeff replied, "It seems like it Laura."

"You just had some bad experiences here and there with the women in your life they had to have been all wrong for you," she told him.

Jeff stopped holding her and sat up on the edge of the bed. He ran his hands through his hair and looked at the clock on a bedside table and said, "Oh, cuckolds brownie! Is that clock right?"

Laura said, "It's five minutes fast!"

Jeff leaped to his feet and started dressing and said, "I've got to be at the primister in twenty minutes for shift change!"

"Damn, baby, I'm sorry! We should've been paying more attention, I guess," Laura said.

Jeff said, "Yeah, I guess." Hurriedly, he got his uniform on before he quickly kissed her on the lips and rushed toward the door and out to his car. Once there he got in and fired up the Mustang and started toward work. Along the way he glanced in the rearview mirror and thought about his looks, he wasn't a bad looking guy, but he wasn't a drop dead hunk that he wanted to be. He had dark brown hair that looked almost black, a mustache that he kept closely cropped and had deep almost ocean blue eyes. What bothered him the most however, wasn't his looks, it was the fact that his cock was just average and not anything special. He wanted one of those super size cocks like the studs in the porno movies had a huge bulging 9 ½ monster was what he really wanted.

His last girlfriend had wounded him when they were laying in bed one night and he asked her for a blow job and she said, "Hell, I don't charity work! Your cock just doesn't do anything for me when its in my mouth, Jeff, I'm sorry, but I like a huge cock that will stretch my mouth if I'm going to do oral." Jeff thought about that and he decided that he couldn't cause his cock to grow any larger regardless of what he did.

Once he arrived at the primister he had to rush to his post and arrived just as the shifts changed, he got settled down and checked the monitors that covered Cell Block F and noted that they were all working and that only one inmate was out of her cell and it was Monica. He smiled at her as he watched her mopping the floor in her orange jumpsuit and thought about said to himself, "She has a sweet ass on her."

Once she had finished mopping the hallway, she stopped and turned back and rolled the mop bucket back up the supply closet and Jeff got up and unlocked the door for her so she could dump the water out and store the bucket away. She looked at Jeff and asked, "Is there anything else that I can do, or do I have to go back to my cell now?"

Jeff thought for a moment and said, "I really need to catch a quick shower, so if you don't mind, I can do that and you can check over these reports like you did last week."

Monica said, "I take that these are the contraband reports of the cell checks that they did earlier this week."

"Yeah, they are," Jeff told her.

"Thanks for telling me that they were going to do that, it gave me a chance to hide my toys," Monica told him.

Jeff replied, "Yeah, wouldn't want you girls to go deprived of sex now would we?"

Monica looked at him and said, "Don't even go there Jeff! Hell, I need a fuck so bad by a real cock that I'd do just about anything to get it!"

Jeff smiled as he got up and started off toward the shower room, "Be careful what you wish for, young lady! You might find some kind of a perverted primister guard that wants to fuck your sexy little ass!"

She replied, "No man gets my ass until I get his first!"

"What?" Jeff asked.

"Oh, come on, Jeff, you can't be telling me that you've never had a woman take your ass so that you can fuck hers," Monica replied.

Jeff said, "No, and I don't want it to happen either."

Jeff then continued on into the shower room pausing to get a towel and some soap to get cleaned up with. Jeff stripped in the room leading into the room and ran his hand up his cock and sniffed noting that it still smelled like Laura's musk from the earlier sex that they had had. As he stepped under the hot water he thought he heard a couple cell doors open but figured it was just his imagination because he knew he could trust Monica. He lathered his body up and started to rinse the soap off when suddenly, a sting of leather hit his naked ass. "Holy cuckolds brownie," Jeff said as he turned to confront who he thought was Monica.

"Hello, Jeff," an inmate named Colleen said to him.

Jeff dropped his hands to cover himself and said, "Colleen, what're you doing out of your cell?"

Colleen said, "Oh, Jeff, darling, you have no idea what your sweet little Monica has done now."

Still covering his cock and balls with his hands, Jeff knew he was at quite a disadvantage as Colleen was still fully dressed before him. "You are supposed to still be in your cell, Colleen, it was lights out thirty minutes ago!"

"Oh no, big man," another voice said before Joan entered the room swinging a nightstick before her. "Tonight, we get to take you for a round or two."

"That's right, Jeff, we decided that since you were the most likely guard to fuck up and let one of us out for a while that when we got the chance we would take it, and you did it tonight, Jeff" Amanda said as her and Monica entered the room together and stood there looking at the naked primister guard who had just become their primisterer.

Jeff looked at the four women before him, Colleen was a 24 year old tall gorgeous brunette, her tits were just average size, her eyes were a piercing green that resemred the greenest cat eyes that Jeff had ever seen. Joan was a short pudgy woman of about 30 but she had large tits that hung nicely on her frame, her eyes were brown and her hair was dark black. Amanda was an older red head of about 45 with her tits being very small but her legs were long and ended in a very plump very nice ass. Monica was the only blonde of the bunch but she was all about her body. She had extremely large tits and a very sweet ass as Jeff had noted earlier, and her blue eyes were very captivating to any man.

Colleen said, "Now, drop your hands Jeff or, we are going to have to punish you."

"I think you ladies need to get back to your cells, right now," Jeff said, even though he didn't have any conviction in his voice.

Joan said, "Strike one, Jeff!"

"What the hell, kind of cuckolds brownie is this, you know that your sentences will be extended," Jeff said to them.

Joan replied, "Strike two!"

Colleen said, "Drop the hands or I'm going to cuff you to the shower heads and spank your wet naked ass twenty times with your own belt and that first shot I gave you left a hell of a welt!"

"Fuck you," Jeff said to them summoning up the last bit of courage in him.

With that Joan yelled, "Strike three!" as all four of the women rushed at him, there was no way that Jeff in his naked state could do anything to stop the women as they attacked him. He soon found himself pressed against the shower room wall and the women had two sets of handcuffs and quickly used them to handcuff one hand to each of the shower room heads that were still running. Amanda reached over and turned the water off and looked at the naked guard.

"Twenty shots, Jeff with your own belt and since there are four of us that means we give you five shots each," Colleen said. "Plus, you're going to like it, Jeff."

Jeff said, "Please, don't do this!"

Colleen said, "It'd been so much easier if you had just dropped your hands and let us see your little dick!"

Jeff moaned as the words cut deep into his heart, he thought, "I can't even impress a locked up primisterer who hasn't seen a dick in months."

Colleen told him, "You count each shot out loud, Jeff." Colleen swung the first shot without a word and the smack resounded through the shower room and Jeff cried out. Colleen then said, "You didn't count, Jeff, that's a whole other issue, though so I won't add any more stripes." Colleen then leaned over and whispered to Monica who rushed out of the shower room. Then Colleen swung again and this time as he cried out Jeff said, "One!" After Colleen finished her five the belt was passed over to Amanda who seemed to swing a lot harder than Colleen had. Jeff remembered to count her five shots so nothing was said and the women proceeded to spank him with his own belt. Monica went last but Jeff's ass was covered in red welts and her swings weren't as effective as the ladies before her. Number 20 ended and Jeff was in tears by this point from the effects of twenty shots on his ass with his own belt.

Colleen reached down and grabbed Jeff's limp cock and said, "Oh my, Jeff, you didn't enjoy that spanking. Well, since you forgot to count on the first stripe, we have something else and by the time we're done with that punishment, your little bitty cock better be hard as a rock or we will be powerd to go to extreme measures to get it up."

Amanda then stepped over to Jeff and used the nightstick to lift Jeff's face up to look at him. She saw the offense and the tears in his eyes and said, "Why, Jeff, you're crying, poor little baby."

Monica put her hand on Jeff's shoulder and said, "You remember what you said earlier that you had never let a woman take your ass so you could take hers?"

With tears streaming down his face Jeff said to her, "Yeah, why?"

Monica said, "Well, the choice is no longer yours, Jeff, I'm going to ram this fucker right up your ass!" Then she stepped between Jeff and the wall and saw that she was wearing a huge strap on dildo that was 12 inches long and 5 inches around. Jeff moaned as he looked at the monster strap on. Monica saw the fear in his eyes as he looked at the device strapped onto her groin area and said, "Relax, Jeff we're going to use lube and a little extra incentive to help you get and stay hard!"

"Yes, little baby, we're going to help you so you can stop your crying," Joan said slapping Jeff's still stinging ass with her bare hand.

At that point Jeff felt Monica put some lube on his asshole and slip a couple fingers inside him and probe around a bit. She was gentle but then Jeff felt the lubed head of the monster dildo against his ass, but before she slid it in, Joan took his still limp cock in her mouth and started working it as it started to harden. Jeff was powerless to stop the hardening of his cock as Joan's mouth did a wonderful job on his cock. Then he felt Monica thrust her hips forward and the head of the strap on slid into his virgin asshole. Jeff cried out as Monica slowly worked the monster into him. The pain was excruciating for a while as Monica kept screwing his virgin ass, but soon after that the pain began to subside. He realized that he was beginning to enjoy the anal as Joan kept sucking his now hard 6 inches. For nearly twenty minutes the women took turns sucking his cock while Monica continued to work his ass hard enough to keep him from shooting his load but still continued the punishment on him.

Suddenly, Colleen said, "Stop, that's enough."

Jeff said to them, "Please let me cum!"

Colleen laughed at him, "Oh, Jeff, I hoped that you'd want that to happen. Now your choice is this, you can cum but the only way you can do that is if you can get Bella off."

Amanda added, "Using only your tongue."

Joan said to him, "Bella is a big lesbian by the way and Jeff nobody has ever gotten her off using just their tongue. So if you succeed you not only get to cum, but you will be free, but if you fail then we're going to shave all the hair off your body and tie you to your chair until shift change. With cum all over your chest and stomach"

Jeff said, "Hell that's not much of a choice."

"It's your only choice, Jeff," Colleen emphasized.

"Oh, my God," Jeff said as they undid the handcuffs and switched it so that he had his hands handcuffed behind his back. They then led him out to the middle of the cellblock and Jeff was able to see that someone had turned of the cameras so nobody in the main area of the building had any idea as to what was happening in Cell Block F.

They laid Jeff down on the bench in the middle of the Cell Block so that everybody in the area could see him. The inmates started to hoot and holler and clang on the bars as they saw the naked man in the middle of the area with his cock standing at full attention. Then with Jeff on his back, they brought out Bella, a very large woman of Latin decent and Jeff thought, "I'm good with my tongue, I can do this." They then positioned Bella over Jeff's face and she lowered her pussy onto his upturned face. Jeff almost gagged as he saw that Bella's bush was extremely hairy and looked like it had never seen a razor. The closer her cunt got to his face the worse the smell became. Knowing it was his only chance, Jeff began to lick and eat out the large woman's hairy pussy. It seemed like hours until Jeff did the impossible and was able to make the woman cum without using his hands.

Colleen laughed and said, "Nice, Jeff very, very nice." At that point, Monica stepped over to him and started to lower herself down onto his hard cock.

Jeff sighed out in joy as her hot wet pussy swallowed his cock whole and he knew that the night of hell was very nearly over. Monica the started riding his cock with all the strength that the possessed looking down at Jeff and she whispered to him, "Go ahead and cum and it'll be all over!"

Jeff looked up and said, "I'm trying to, I really am!" Then with a groan his body tensed up and cum began to rush out from his balls up the shaft of his cock and out into Monica's clutching pussy as Jeff's orgasm trigged Monica's own.

As the two lay there trembling in the afterglow of the sex, Joan and Amanda pulled Monica off the top of Jeff and grabbed the handcuffed guard and started dragging him back toward the shower room again. "What're you doing?" Jeff yelled. "You said you'd let me go if I did that!"

Colleen was trailing the group and said, "We lied Jeff, never ever trust a convict to tell you the truth!"

Jeff was again handcuffed to the shower heads and this time they had razors and shaving cream in their hands. Jeff was powerd to let the women shave his body hair all over his body and he simply gave up and slumped in his bonds and let the women do what they wanted. In a matter of minutes his body was completely denuded and for the first time in his life he felt totally and completely naked. Then the girls uncuffed Jeff and walked him back out to the desk he normally sat at on a daily basis.

Reality set in and Jeff began to cry, "No, please don't do this, I'll lose my job! I'll do anything to keep this from happening!"

Colleen slapped Jeff hard across the face and said, "Tell me you're my bitch!"

With tears streaming down his face yet again, Jeff said, "I'm your bitch Colleen, I am your bitch!"

'Colleen knelt down and said to Jeff's face, "You're right Jeff, you are my bitch and for that reamister, Jeff every woman in the world is far superior to your worthless ass!"

Jeff bowed his head as the women placed him in his work chair and replied, "Yes, Colleen every woman is superior to me, I'm a worthless man!"

At that point the women cuffed Jeff's hands behind his back and Colleen produced a strap on nearly as big as the one that Monica had used on him earlier and stripped out of her jumpsuit and strapped it onto her body and vulgarly without lubing it went to work on Jeff's ass with it once again. While she was working his ass she slid his ass of the chair and Joan was able to ride his cock while Colleen continued to fuck his ass with all the power she possessed in her body. Joan had an orgasm without allowing Jeff to have one a she realized how close he was to cumming she stopped and wouldn't allow him to get off by sliding off his cock. There was even more offense as Jeff looked down to see that his hard cock was twitching up and down while Colleen thrust into him harder and harder causing his cock to bounce up slapping against his stomach then flapping back to an upright position before Colleen's next thrust caused it to happen all over again.

Once all the woman had taken a turn on Jeff's cock and Colleen kept fucking him, it came to a stop. He never got off from the women riding him because as soon as they felt his cock ready to explode they would stop fucking him and get off leaving only Colleen slamming his ass with her large strap on dildo. She looked at him and once Monica climbed off him Colleen reached down to his twitching cock and started stroking it before she said, "Are you ready to cum now, Jeffy, huh, you going to shoot your cum all over yourself like the nasty little pervert that you are?"

Jeff looked at her and said, "Yes, I'm ready to cum for you."

Colleen said, "Call, me Mistress, bitch!"

Jeff with total offense and tears on his face said, "Yes, Mistress, I'm ready to cum for you."

Colleen drove her strap on deep into Jeff's ass causing a loud grunt to erupt from his lips, then she stroked his hard cock and said, "Cum for your Mistress, Jeffy, cum like the little bitch that you are!" With an even louder groan Jeff shot a large load of cum all over his stomach and chest before he was completely emptied. Colleen checked to make sure the Jeff's handcuffs were attached to the legs of the chair that he was sitting in and then put a pair of shackles on his legs to keep him secured to the chair.

Colleen picked up the radio and grabbed Jeff's nuts and said to him, "I want you to call and request the warden come to Cell Block F right now as it's a major issue, if you don't do it exactly that way, I'll rip your nuts off and shove them in your fucking mouth!"

Jeff did as Colleen commanded him, and then the women went and locked themselves back in their cells. Before that they had turned the cameras back on and had positioned Jeff so he could see the monitors and the approach of the warden and two guards with her. As the got closer Jeff pulled on his bonds and realized that one of the handcuffs hadn't been fastened all the way and his hand came loose of the cuff. He knew then that when the warden came in she would see his completely hairless body in the chair with cum covering his body and would probably lose his entire career.

At that moment the door opened and when it did the warden came in and stopped herself short and said, "What in the hell is this all about?"

Jeff quickly relayed the story to her but to his dismay he felt his cock begin to rise to a state of hardness again, as he realized that he had actually enjoyed the entire act. The warden looked and saw that Jeff's cock had risen fully to a state of hardness as she stood with him fixed in her harsh gaze and waited till he finished his story.

The warden put her hands on her hips and said to Jeff, "That is the most pathetic excuse for perversion that I have ever heard in my life! Shave all your body hair off and handcuff yourself to this chair and jerk off all over yourself and call me to come find you! You're a pervert, Jeff and you need to be ashamed of yourself!"

No sooner had the words left the warden's mouth than Jeff lost total control of his body and his cock began to cum without being touched and he realized that Colleen had broken him and that from now on any woman that was powerful would be able to control him. With his offense complete and his boss looking down at him he sheepishly said, "I didn't do this to myself."

The warden pointed out that beside him within inches of the console he was sitting at were the key to the handcuffs and his radio but they were just out of his line of sight but well within reach of his hand. He said, "Yes, Mistress!"

The warden said, "There may be hope for you yet, Jeff, I see you now know your place under a woman's feet. Go get yourself cleaned up and dressed then we will discuss more in my office!"

"Yes, Mistress," Jeff said as the warden undid his cuffs and released and once more he headed for the shower room and as he was walking the warden saw the welts that were still raised on his ass. Once Jeff was in the shower the warden walked down and opened the cell of Colleen and let her out of it.

"Was it worth it?" the warden asked her as Colleen stepped out in her own primister guard uniform.

"Yes, sis, after what that bastard did to me in high school he deserves so much more than what happened to him tonight," Colleen said pulling of the brunette with to reveal her blonde hair and then removing the colored contacts to reveal that they were actually blue.

"So you want to be there tonight to keep breaking him in?" the warden asked her sister.

"Yeah, I want him to lick my fucking high heeled shoes before I fuck him in the ass with it," Colleen growled.

The warden asked, "What did he do exactly?"

Colleen said, "He screwed my best friend at the prom in the bathroom, fucking asshole! Then that bitch came out and gloated about, of course he didn't recognize you either did he, Monica? Even after he fucked you!"

Monica said, "Yeah, but aren't you going to let me out now!"

Colleen said, "In about 5 to 10!" The Colleen and the warden left Cell Block F in the hands of two guards and went back to the warden's office to wait for Jeff to arrive there to discuss things.

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A Policewoman Goes to Primister



The Warden of Slaphurst Primister, Alex Cameron, picked up the newspaper from his desk and read aloud for the benefit for his second in charge Jennifer Brooke.

"A policewoman who earned £100 an hour working as a prostitute is today starting a 15-month jail sentence. PC Kate Jordan entertained up to 20 clients a week as part of the Angel Girls escort agency.

The 29-year-old brunette, from Reading, also used her position as an officer to gain access to sensitive police files to obtain information on rivals for the couple who ran the sex business.

Jordan, who used the working name Kelly, posed provocatively in her underwear on the agency's website and proclaimed herself very eager to please.

Crown Court heard the constable specialised in lap dances before having sex with clients at their homes or in hotel rooms, just hours after she had finished a shift as a beat bobby.

She was caught when a police colleague became suspicious after hearing her chatting on the phone to the agency boss.

The professional standards department discovered she had been accessing the Police National Computer to check up on local vice bosses and passing the confidential information to her pimp.

Jordan admitted misconduct in a public office.

Jordan joined the police in June 2002, but four years later started a second job as a prostitute.

Angel Girls boss Kenny Smith, 28, met most of his new escorts for interviews before they signed a contract agreeing which services they were prepared to offer clients.

Smith's wife Julie, 28, then handled the bookings from their home in Nottingham, with the girls working at brothels in private and rented houses across the South and visiting punters.

Jordan, who drove an Audi TT sports car, offered her flat for use as a brothel.

She was arrested in August last year when Police carried out a string of raids.

She refused to co-operate and the only confided in a fellow officer who she was having a relationship with.

Kenny Smith insisted he ran a legitimate PR firm specialising in adult entertainment. He told police his firm turned over £2,000-a-week, but the true figure was closer to £15,000.

Smith - who admitted prostitution offences, aiding and abetting misconduct in a public office, possession of a shotgun without a licence and possession of a class A have - was jailed for four years.

His wife also admitted prostitution offences, but her 51-week jail term was suspended for two years. "

The Warden folded the paper and placed it carefully back on his desk before looking up at his second in command.

"Jennifer, I think this primisterer is a special case and want her treated as such, do you understand? "

His eyes twinkled as he looked at her and conveyed a unsaid message.

The woman smiled viciously and nodded.

"Oh yes Sir, I understand. I understand completely."

Right then you would not have wanted to be Kate Jordan (no longer WPC) for all the money in the world.

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As soon as Kate arrived and was through the booking in / screening procedure she was split from the other incoming primisterers and led straight to the wardens office. She was conscious already that she was being treated differently than the other arrivals and while in some way that relieved her she knew it would breed even more resentment, as if her former occupation didn't mean that anyway. Still there was some comfort to be had from standing in a well furnished, warm office, sipping a cup of coffee and waiting for the Warden to speak. He certainly seemed nice enough on first impression.

"Now then Miss Jordan, I just wanted to speak to you before you entered the primister for real. Just to set your mind at ease that we realise yours is a special case, a delicate case and that we are more than aware of it. How long a sentence did you get? 15 months? Not that long really. And if you keep your nose clean, keep your head down and don't cause me any trouble I'm sure you'd be looking at release for good behaviour in maybe 8, 9 months maybe?"

"My solicitor thought maybe 7 months maximum" she wished she hadn't said it as soon as it was out, she still wasn't used to not having the power that came with being in the police, the power over pretty much everyone else.

He had to bite back a sharp rebuke but he managed, he wanted to give the girl the impression everything was fine, no problems. That would make pulling the rug from under her all the more enjoyable.

"Hmm, well perhaps, but one thing is for sure, you need to not cause me any troubles in here, certainly if you want my help at getting you out of here early on parole."

She nodded and Warden Cameron took the time to appreciate Kate's figure. The press had speculated that her money earned as a whore had paid for her boob job and if so it looked like money well spent. The girl was very top heavy and it hard not to imagine sliding his cock in between them. She was pretty, long dark hair, dark wide eyes and very slim, why she had turned to whoring he couldn't imagine but it was going to be to his benefit. But not yet. Right now he was going to give Kate Jordan a nice easy first week of incarceration. A pampered easy life. One that would increase her level of disgust from her fellow inmates at her preferential treatment, one that should see her settle into a nice, comfortable routine before things would change very quickly. He really hated cops and the thought of the next few months brought a smile to his face and a erection to his pants.

*

That first week was pretty easy on Kate and despite the horrors she had imagined she found that other than being trapped and unable to move freely things weren't nearly as terrible as she had imagined (how could they be?). She had a cell to herself, she assumed because the Warden didn't want her at risk as a former police officer, that cell was on the ground floor just a short walk from the Warden's office. She didn't have to work as yet, her cell seemed to have all the mod cons and the primister officers all seemed to treat her well. Despite the loss of her liberty she felt she could handle this for the requisite number of months.

That all changed on the Friday, a week to the day of her arrival at Slaphurst Primister. So far she had showered separately from the other inmates. While they had their time early in the morning Kate had been escorted to the shower block, alone, after seven p.m. each night. She liked that, it was time she enjoyed as she lathered her body and hair and washed herself. And so it was on that Friday, her guard had stood outside the block as she entered and stripped and began cleaning herself and shampooing her hair. Just as she had started to rinse the soap from her long, dark hair she was shoved hard from behind and on the slippery floor and taken by surprise she smacked face first into the hard tile wall in front of her. Stunned she dropped to her knees and before she had time to react her wrists were grabbed and cuffed behind her back.

She didn't take it all in, what had happened she was dazed and confused and as soap dripped down over her eyes she blinked and tried to wipe them and only then did it dawn on her that her arms had been restrained. She opened her mouth to shout but before anything came out she had been shoved over crashing onto her side, where she rolled onto her back, her arms trapped under her. Before the soap had cleared she felt something on her face, pressing on her lips and nose, she didn't know what it was until it was released after fifteen seconds or so when the dark foot was lifted up. Kate stared up as the sole was removed from her face and peered at the two black women grinning down at her.

"Remember us, bitch?"

Their faces were familiar but it took Kate a few moments to place them -- Mercedes and Chelsea Williams two hookers cum have dealers that Kate had been involved with the arrest of (the Warden had taken a few days to decide on just the right inmates for this job) about six months ago.

Kate lay there trying to free her hands again but as her wrists banged against metal she knew it was hopeless, she was trapped. The two girls were considerably younger than Kate, both just nineteen and with an arrest record as long as your arm. They had been well known in the area and a lot of cops had been only too happy to see them actually sent down, Kate remembered giving evidence in court in their case. The thing was they were both pretty girls, both slim and good looking, Mercedes with long straight black hair and Chelsea with her hair in corn braids. They need not have gone down the route they did but they were both greedy, money hungry girls and their fate had led to this incarceration. But the types they were they still didn't see they had done anything wrong, they felt it was them that had been wronged and now here they were with one of the cunts that had banged them up at their mercy.

Mercedes calmly placed her foot on Kate's face again, grinding her hard heel against Kate's nose before poking at her nostrils with her big toe.

"Look at that sis, a Pig with piggies!"

Kate opened her mouth to make a plea to them but did not get far as Mercedes just moved her foot and jammed it into Kate's open mouth and pressed down on her tongue with her toes.

"Bite" she threatened, "And I'll put on my boots and kick your fucking head off your fucking shoulders!"

It was spoken with enough venom and conviction that Kate did not doubt her and instead lay there and observed them, knowing that she was in their hands so her best policy was to let them make the moves. She looked up at the sisters, noticing for the first time that they were both naked too. Their athletic ebony bodies with a sheen to them from the spray of the shower which was still running, They were strong looking women and while Kate was certain that with her hands free she could deal with them, restrained like this she had no chance. Mercedes wriggled her foot around some more inside Kate's mouth before removing it. But all that happened then was Chelsea's stepped over her and squatted her big black ass down right over Kate's face and with a shriek of joy let off a loud ripper of a fart!

It was disgusting and while the stink made Kate's eyes water just the offense of it all was too hard for Kate to take. But before she could contemplate it any further she was unceremoniously pulled to her knees by her hair. A pound coin was dropped to the wet tiles beside her.

"Hear you've been moonlighting as a whore, so there's your fee for licking us out!"

She went to remonstrate but never got the chance as her face was pushed between Mercedes' legs and her mouth onto her hairy, wet pussy. Kate refused to open her mouth and felt like vomiting as Chelsea grabbed her head and rubbed her face in the other sisters cunt. Mercedes was not impressed that she wasn't getting tongue though and after a few moments broke off from Kate and snarled at her sister.

"Looks like the bitch don't want to eat me! Well lets see how keen she is on my asshole!"

And at that she turned around, reached behind her and prised her big black ass cheeks apart for her sister to power Kate's face right between. It was horrible for Kate, the tip of her nose was being pushed against Mercedes' puckered anus and the smell was even worse than that fart. Then Chelsea's started to rub Kate's face in there, effectively using the former police woman's face as toilet paper. She struggled to get much of a breath either and it was just fucking awful and Kate was so relieved when her face was finally extricated from her ass. They left her kneeling there gasping for breath in her cuffs as the sisters stood either side of her.

"Bet she fucking wants to eat me, now that it's my turn, eh?" boasted Chelsea.

And she was correct Kate had decided that she should do what she was told and obviously she was going to be expected to eat out the other sister next. Better that than licking that arsehole!

Chelsea's spread her thighs and motioned for Kate to get her head in there and however reluctant the former cop was she realised she was not in a position to renege. She shuffled forward on her knees a bit and slowly put her head in there and stuck out her tongue timidly to dab at the black girls pussy. Whatever she had expected it was not for a hard stream of piss to hit her tongue then the back of her throat and for her to fetish of the acrid, horrible liquid. Mercedes collapsed in laughter as he sister continued to piss on Kate even when Kate managed to turn her head away. Chelsea just pushed Kate on her back again and finished pissing all over her face. When she was done she smirked and rolled Kate over, undoing the cuffs before both sisters exited without another word.

Kate lay on her face for a few minutes unable to get rid of the stink of urine that enveloped her head until she dragged herself over to the shower and washed it away.

As she washed herself she considered the attack. It had been a set up of course, someone had arranged it, how else could those two bitches get hold of a pair of cuffs and get in here when she was alone? Worried now and determined to question the guard that had escorted her she grabbed her towel, half dried herself and exited the shower to get dressed. Only to find her clothes were gone. Steeling herself she wrapped the towel around her and stepped out of the shower to question the guard only to find he was gone and waiting for her was the Assistant Warden Brown. She made to tell Jennifer what had happened but within seconds she realised what a waste it was. The Assistant Warden wasn't listening and her voice was unduly harsh.

"I don't want to hear your problems primisterer Jordan. You know what the Warden told you when you arrived, if you cause us any problems we will make sure you don't get an early release, understand. Now forget about your clothes, if you've lost them I'll organise others, come with me while I escort you to your new cell!"

Tentatively Kate stepped after Jennifer only to find her towel tugged from her body and thrown back into the showers.

"That stays there primisterer, no exceptions for anyone."

Confused Kate tried to cover her nakedness as well as she could with her hands and was led through the primister and rather than head back to her safe, ground floor cell she was led right through the main primisterer population giving all the inmates an intimate glimpse of their semi-famous inmate to a chorus of catcalls, insults and threats. No body liked cops in primister. She was led up three floors of the primister until they reached a cell that stood open, a male guard standing outside, baton at the ready for any trouble. The Assistant Warden halted outside the cell and so did Kate, evidently this was her new home. Shivering she peered inside and was distraught to see two cell mates awaiting her -- Mercedes and Chelsea. And since Kate had last seen the sisters they had only put on one item of clothing each, matching 10" strap on dildos!

"In you go primisterer" announced Miss Brooke and she physically pushed Kate into the cell and the guard locked it leaving the three of them locked up together for the night.

That night was a hell that Kate Jordan could never have imagined. The change of pace in her treatment had caught her totally off guard and before she knew it the two girls had her pinned to the bottom bunk of the bunk bed, one holding her wrists the other her ankles. All the time their plastic phallus's prodding at her only half struggling body.

"Listen up Pig!" snarled Chelsea, "You're in with us from now on and if you want to survive you'll do what we say!"

They then proved that to no doubt, Chelsea manoeuvred herself under Kate and powerd her plastic dick into Kate's tight, dry asshole. Kate had tried to cry out and bring attention to her plight, aware that it was hopeless even as she did it, the Assistant Warden had made that clear enough. Her attempts did not last long, a strong black hand over her nose and mouth and a home made shiv of a toothbrush with a razor blade in it ensured she stopped making much noise. With Kate subdued Mercedes climbed on top and powerd her dildo into Kate's pussy and as they double penetrated her she felt like she would be ripped in half. A menacing voice hissed in Kate's ear telling how things were and how they were going to be.

"You're our bitch now! And as long as you please us we'll protect you but if you don't please us then you're on your own and believe us a filthy copper pig like you wouldn't last ten seconds on her own, understand?"

Kate had swallowed as she nodded, her new role not really sinking in. She forgot all about her words seconds later as the vindictive sisters started to saw their strap ons in and out of Kate's holes and she braced her body against these harsh invasions. They were not in a hurry and double fucked Kate like that for more than an hour, by the end her holes had finally accepted the lengths of the dicks and it wasn't quite as uncomfortable as it had been for most of the ****. When they were done they pulled her off the bunk and onto her knees on the hard floor and presented her mouth with both their dildos coated as they were with her own dirt. Again she had no real choice but to suck them clean as directed, as vile as that was and kneeling there sucking on their fake dicks she realised how far she had fallen in such a short time. Just months ago she was arresting trash like this every day.

She spent the night on the cold, hard floor of the cell directly under the bottom bunk. The sisters explained that she would not get a bed until they decided she had earned it and she had a long way to go to do that. It was uncomfortable but that was hardly the only reamister she failed to find much relax that night as she silently sobbed and felt each ache and pain that now wracked her body. She could not shake the thought of how much she had fucked up her easy life, how she had thrown it all away just through her own greed.

The police had been, in retrospect, a good job. Ok there was an element of danger sometimes but really it wasn't much. And there was a great pension, good pay, and plenty of unseen perks, so why had she fallen in the manner she had? It was a hard question for Kate to face. She had been the architect of her own downfall. It had all started as a bit of a laugh, helping out a mate who was a legitimate escort. Her friend had had to cancel at the last moment and asked Kate to bail her out. So Kate did it, her friend had warned her that most clients expected to pay for extras but you just told them firmly that they weren't on offer, that wouldn't be a problem would it? Not with her being a police woman. But that first client had been a good looking guy, the type Kate went for and when, after a few takes he had offered her money for sex she had accepted. It was a dumb move now but at the time it was great. She got a good fuck and got £350 for her troubles. That money Paid her rent for the month and left all her wages to be spent on herself, something she did easily, money didn't linger in Kate's hands. And she liked having that extra money for treats and luxuries so she looked into it and joined an agency and tried not to think that she was prostituting her body and concentrated on all that extra spending cash. And she wasn't adverse to sex when she started either.

It had all gone wrong when she changed agencies, joined in with the Smiths for even more money. But Kenny (the bastard) had discovered her real job and started blackmailing her to find out confidential information on his and rival outfits and then she had been discovered by a colleague and her humiliating fall from grace was completed. And now here she was surely at the nadir of her life. Things couldn't get any worse, could they?

*

The next day showed that they could, and fast. The sisters refused to allow Kate any clothing whatsoever so she had the ignominy of walking down to the showers stark naked. Even worse one of the guards produced a plastic pig's snout with an elastic string on it and her new Mistresses ordered Kate to wear it, letting everyone in the jail know exactly what she had been.

As she walked reluctantly through the steel mesh corridors with both sisters a low chant began.

"Pig! Pig! Pig! Pig!"

Things did not get any better for Kate when she reached the shower area. Unlike before she was now showering with the general primister population and no-one was looking out for her, no-one except her cell mates that is!

The previous night had been a sobering experience for Kate, just as she had begun handling being locked up and thinking that maybe it wouldn't be quite as bad as expected last night had pulled the rug right from under her. And she was shocked and lost for answers for how to deal with this situation. All she had so far was to do exactly as the sisters told her and keep on their good side and try to see if the Governor was still sympathetic to her (but in her heart of hearts she knew he couldn't be to allow this to happen to her in his primister).

There were over twenty naked women in the showers when Kate arrived, by this point flanked by Chelsea and Mercedes. The guards had smirked at the fake pigs nose and made no move to remove it. She felt every eye in the showers turn on her as they walked in, most with loathing filling them. A shower head came free and Chelsea stepped under it immediately, taking Kate by the hand with her. She grabbed the bar of soap from the holder below the head and thrust it into Kate's hand.

"Clean me up pig, and make sure you do a thorough job."

She said it loud enough that everyone in the large cubicle heard and if they weren't watching before they sure were after that. Kate held the bar of soap and froze. Not for long though as Mercedes black hand snaked around her chest from behind and rough twisted Kate's right nipple as she hissed in her ear.

"You heard my sister bitch, do it, or last night will seem like a walk in the park!"

Kate lifted her hand and began to rub the soap all over Chelsea's ebony body, lathering her up, starting with her chest, then her legs. Everyone in the showers could see Kate was the sister's bitch now. Chelsea stretched her taught muscular body and had Kate continue to clean her under the warm water, demanding she washed right into her ass crack and between her legs. Once she was satisfied Mercedes took her place and Kate had to do the same for her, all under the other inmates' gaze.

She got no chance to properly wash herself though, as once the sisters were satisfied they headed for their towel, demanding Kate come with them and towel them off as well. And as Kate stood there and dried her two cell mates off the other inmates came up to the sisters and started speaking to them, trying to arrange some time with Kate.

"Girls, how much for an hour with your bitch? I always fancied a cop eating me out!"

"Hey Sisatas! I need a new white bitch to try my strap on out on, how much for yours?"

There were more and Chelsea and Mercedes turned them all down but Kate could not help be hear them all and wonder how long their brand of 'protection' might last.

*

But that night in the cell it did not feel like the sisters were Kate's protectors -- far from it. As the cell door was closed the Assistant Warden was there and handed Chelsea a metal box just as the heavy door locked shut for the next nine hours. Chelsea looked at her sister and Mercedes reached down to grab Kate by the hair and haul her to her feet before using some rope to bind Kate's wrists to either end of the side of the top bunk of the beds. Standing and splayed like that Kate was exposed and totally helpless and she shivered as harsh hands roamed over her pale, soft back and ass cheeks.

"What do you think Sis? Big on the back or smaller just above her ass crack?"

Kate didn't know what they were referring to but knew it couldn't be good. She thought maybe they were going to whip her. Boy was she wrong. Seconds later a broken biro pen appears before Kate's eyes, in it's end was a needle.

"Know what this is Pig?"

Kate shook her head but in her heart of hearts she knew. It was a home made tattoo set. The type commonly used in primister. Kate could not tear her eyes from the sharp point of the needle as Chelsea held it mesmerically inches from her eyes.

"Seeing as how you are our bitch, we need to mark you. Make sure no one touches our property. Plus word has it the warden's got big plans for you!"

Kate closed her eyes and stifled the noises that were making their way up from her very soul and braced herself as she felt the cold, sharp metal touch itself to her skin...

*

Kate woke the next morning with a dull throbbing in her head. For a brief moment she thought she was at home, or waking up after a night with a client and then it all came to her and she stifled a sob as she pushed herself up to a siting position from the hard floor. There was no sign of the cell-mates but a shadow quickly fell across her as she sat in the middle of the cell. Looking up Kate found herself staring at the Governor's Deputy, Jennifer Brooke. Jennifer was smiling at Kate in a way she did not like and she liked even less when a male guard entered the cell and placed a pair of handcuffs on Kate's wrists behind her back.

"That's right Officer Smith, cuff the bitch, I've reamister she could become violent" Jennifer calmly stated.

This was news to Kate and she appealed.

"Please. You don't have to, I won't!"

"Oh but you might when you hear what we're going to do with you" came the worrying, hissed reply.

Kate was then led through the primister to the wardens office bare-ass naked (she was starting to get used to it). Her lower back was tingling where her new body art was and she still didn't know what it was, she did know that it was big and bold and couldn't be anything good judging from the comments the other primisterers made once she was past them. The guard and Miss Brooke led Kate straight to the Warden's office where she was unceremoniously pushed against and over the Governor desk. Governor Cameron surveyed the dismayed primisterer as he got to his feet and stalked behind her to view her new artwork. By the sounds of it he seemed pleased.

"Those two black bitches have done a good job. A damned good job. Jennifer, see they get a little extra something for this."

He placed his hand just below the tattoo, on her right ass cheek and squeezed it as he spoke.

"So Miss Police Bitch, what do you think of your new body art that I commissioned?"

"Please! Why are you treating me like this?" asked Kate trying to keep her voice from breaking.

Before the old man answered his hand snaked between her thighs from behind and his fingers penetrated her pussy from behind. As his fingers snaked about inside her he hissed into her ear.

"Because I fucking hate cops! Fucking scum, every last one of you, believe me what I'm having done with you is nothing compared to what I'd really like to do to you. Ah, but I'm forgetting myself, you haven't even seen your new tattoo yet, have you?"

He held a hand mirror behind her back and in the reflection of the mirror across his desk Kate was able to finally see what had been put on her skin . Kate's face as the realisation of what the two words were was an absolute picture.

"PIG... WHORE! Oh God! No!"

The two words were in three-inch high, thick, blue letters and they were divided by the very top of Kate's ass crack.

"Yes, I am afraid so Officer Jordan. Quite appropriate I thought, after all you were a pig in the police, then you became a whore. Now you are in my care you will be my Pig Whore. I've got great plans for you too. Oh yes, I've put out a few feelers and you would be surprised at how many people now want to pay for your sexual services. A good few of the criminals you put behind bars, a couple of kids from the estates and some of your old colleagues as well. Oh yes, I can make quite a *******ing of my little Pig Whore!"

Only now was the enormity of what the Governor was telling her sinking in. yes, she had willingly sold her body for sex in the outside world but it had been her choice, it had been her that made the money from it and she was dealing with a clientele that did not know her or what she was. This was not the same at all.

"You might not be happy with that arrangement pig. Well tough, you had better get used to it if you ever want to get out of here. Because if you do well, make me money and behave yourself then once your sentence is over you'll get out of here, do anything else and I will make sure those sisters in your cell are the least of your problems. So what do you say copper? Are you willing to be my Pig Whore? Come on, tell me."

What choice did she have?

"Yes."

"Yes what? What are you?"

"Yes I'll be your Pig Whore."

Everyone else in the room smiled at the admission as yet another cheating, smug police bitch got their deserved comeuppance!

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Air Travel Torment


Hurry up and wait. That's what airline traveling is these days. I only travel when I really need to. Looking around at all of these other people in the airport security lines this morning, many of these people look to be business travelers that do this quite often. We don't.

My wife Holly and I were flying on my company's account. I won a sales award for last month, and they wanted me to fly to the home office to receive the award, and they invited Holly along for a photo op. We were simply flying in, shaking some hands and having our picture taken, and flying back home the same day. With a same-day round trip, and both locations predicting hot and dry weather, we didn't bring any luggage at all, and no extra carryon luggage to haul around. Holly had her purse, and that's it. I didn't even bring a briefcase.

There weren't a lot of nonstop flights available, and we were lucky to get last-minute tickets on our 9:20 AM flight, so we made sure we got to the airport with plenty of time to spare. The lines at the security checkpoint were backed up more than I had anticipated, but we were still in good shape time-wise. I had time to watch the activity at the security checkpoint. Twice I heard the alarm go off, and I watched two men get pulled aside briefly while a security guard ran a wand over their bodies, before they were allowed to continue. As we finally got to the checkpoint, I put my shoes into a gray bin, along with my wallet, cell phone, keys, and pocket change. Behind me, I watched Holley remove her shoes and put them into the same gray bin, along with her purse.

I didn't anticipate any problem getting either one of us through security. We didn't look like terrorists, did we? We're both thirty years old, white, American citizens, no accents, well-spoken college grads, white collar people.

We're both attractive. I'm attractive, kind of. I was dressed in navy dress slacks, black shoes, and a white shirt. Comfortable, but appropriate for a quick photo.

Holly is attractive. Not a supermodel. To be truthful, she wasn't a supermodel even before she had the baby. She put on a couple of extra pounds, but she's not unattractive for a woman her age. She looks as wholesome as Mom's apple pie, like the small town midwestern mom that she is. Long straight dark-brown hair parted at the side, with cascading bangs. Large brown eyes. Full lips. Smooth skin. Five foot six inches tall, and a decent figure. Again, not a Vegas showgirl, but better than average legs, and a pretty respectable butt. I admit that it was her breasts that first really attracted me to her in college. Back then; they were nice larger B cups, firm and natural. That's pretty big. In porn stories you hear about D and DD busts, but in reality a B cup is pretty large on a young woman, a good handful. And since the baby, she's gone up to a C cup. Holly was dressed in a pink button collared blouse that was tapered to be tight around her waist, and navy skirt. Her smooth seamless pink bra was visible through her blouse, and she wore pantyhose under her skirt. Nothing that would attract a security guard's attention, right?

Right behind Holly stood a couple of guys that looked Arabic or Muslim or something. I saw them hanging back earlier, talking quietly to each other, and then they got in line behind us. If anybody was going to attract security's attention, it was they. Looking around the lines again, there were two pilots in the next line, and otherwise it was mostly male businessmen of various ages. Yep, I'd watch the Arabs guys.

But as soon as I walked through the metal detector and waited to retrieve my gray bin, I heard the alarm go off behind me. Holly had set it off. Her jewelry, perhaps?

A dumpy-looking guy appeared from my right with the electronic wand. "Step over here, please," he said to Holly. My wife obeyed, and stepped out of the line, to my right. I retrieved her purse and shoes from the bin, and stepped to the side, too. "Raise your arms up to your sides," he ordered. As Holly lifted her arms to her sides, making a cross, a large black security guard approached and watched along side of me.

The dumpy guard ran the wand up and down both of Holly's sides, from her knees to her armpits. Then he ran it behind her, starting at her knees and moving it up, close to her body. In fact, he bumped her butt with it, causing Holly to flinch. I looked around, and noticed a number of the passengers in line watching my wife get wanded.

The guard moved the wand to the front of Holly and moved it up, rubbing it against her belly, just above her crotch. Then he ran it up over her chest, near her breasts. The wand made a noise. He moved it around her chest, between her breasts, and under them.

"Are you wearing an underwire bra, maam?" The dumpy guard asked loud enough that anybody within ten feet could have heard.

"Oh... I suppose... um, yes I think," stammered an embarrassed Holley. She looked at me. The dumpy guard looked at the black guard.

I knew just enough about Holley's lingerie that she usually wore lightweight bras with little or no padding, and that there was some kind of wire curved under each cup to give some support. I was hoping that this explanation was enough for the guards, and that they would let us go. As I said, there was nothing unusual about Holly, nothing to attract these men's attention. Except...her breasts? Her tapered blouse did make her breasts stand out, and as I looked at her again, the blouse was really see-through. Would these guards really use their position and pick out a busty young woman just for a cheap sexual thrill?

The dumpy guard circled the wand around Holly's breasts some more, clearly making contact with her blouse. He ran it over the tops, the sides, and underneath. Now, I could see her nipples protruding though the fabric of her bra and blouse. She looked at me. There was nothing I could say.

The dumpy guard put the wand down. I caught the little smirk that he gave the black guard. The dumpy guard ran his hands up and down my wife's sides. Then he ran them along the sides of her breasts under her still-upheld arms, over her bra at the sides. Holly gasped.

I said nothing. I was thinking I should, but I didn't want to delay things further. I looked around. There were many passengers, both the ones that had just gone through security and were still gathering their belongings or waiting for others, as well as those that hadn't gone through the metal detector yet. Many were watching my wife getting felt up by a stranger. I could feel my face getting red, out of embarrassment and anger.

The dumpy guard moved both hands to Holly's front, just under her bra. He felt along the bottom of her bra cups, the back of his hands lifting her breasts. He started to turn his hands over and grab the bottom of her bra.

"Um..." I said.

Both guards looked at me, with an irritated expression.

"Is there a female guard that can do that?"

"She's on break," replied the black guard. The dumpy guard dropped his hands to Holly's waist. He rubbed his fingers along the outside of the waistband of her skirt. He ran his hands around to her lower back, and felt along her waist, his fingers grazing the top of her butt.

I stepped forward a foot to talk to the dumpy guard. "Hey..."

The black guard stepped in between us, and put his palm up to my chest. "Don't interfere."

I stepped back for a moment, as the dumpy guard slipped his hand inside of Holly's waistband, and rubbed her stomach. He then slid his hands behind her again, and pulled out her waistband, far enough for me to see the top of Holly's lavender panties.

"C'mon..." I protested.

"That's it, take her in," said the black guard to the dumpy guard. I again saw the dumpy guard smirk at the black guy. He looked at me, and then smiled at Holley.

"Take her where?" I asked.

"To be strip searched," he replied loudly.

The dumpy guard grabbed Holly by the arm. Holly opened her mouth wide, but no words came out. When the dumpy guard pulled her arm, she got dragged along.

I stood in shock for about five seconds, as the guard grabbed Holly's purse from the bin, handed her her shoes. Then as I watched the two guards walk away with my wife in arm, I caught up to them, and asked, "Who's going to do the search?"

The black guard replied, "You're in luck, here's Esther, back from her break." A large broad-shouldered middle-aged blonde woman in uniform approached, and walked along with the others. She seemed to know that her job would be to search Holly.

I prepared for a long walk into the subterranean part of the concourse. Instead, we only walked a few feet, down the main concourse area. There were some temporary partitions up around an indentation in the hallway. The partitions stood six feet high, and left a gap of nearly two feet at the bottom. Between two of the partitions was an entranceway, with a curtain hanging on a rod over it.

Esther led Holly through the entrance. Holly gave me one frightened look before Ester slid the curtain closed. Esther had left a gap in the curtain about three inches wide, and I could see into the room. There was a table against a column near where I stood in the aisle, and the male two guards stood around it, and emptied Holly's purse. They were both facing the curtain. I couldn't hear what Esther was telling Holly, but I could see Holly unbuttoning her blouse.

As my wife removed her pink blouse and handed it to Ester, I looked at the two guards next to me, who were obviously watching Holly disrobe, too. I considered telling the guards to close the curtain tighter, but I figured it would just give them an excuse to get closer to the door and watch Holly close-up.

Holly reached behind herself, unzipped her skirt, and wiggled it off of her hips. She stepped out of it, and handed it to Esther. I couldn't see too much through the small gap, but I could tell that Holly was standing in her pink bra, lavender panties, and pantyhose.

I looked back, and watched people walking down the hallway in both directions. Some were slowing down and looking at the curtain as they walked. They may not have been able to see much through the curtain gap, but at the partition bottom they could certainly see my wife standing shoeless in her pantyhose.

Holly wiggled out of her pantyhose, and bent over to step out of them. She nearly lost her balance, but eventually got them off of her feet and tossed them over to Ester.

I looked back at the two leering guards. They were too busy watching my wife strip to notice that I was looking at them. I saw the dumpy guard whisper to the black guard, "Tape's rolling," and nod his head up toward the ceiling. I looked above the partition, and saw what looked like a security camera attached to the ceiling.

"Are you videotaping this?" I asked them.

The guards looked at me and then replied. "No."

"Didn't you just say something about video?"

"No, I didn't."

"That looks like a camera up there."

"Uh, yeah, but it's not plugged in to anything."

That was a far as I could think to take that inquiry. Holly was pulling her bra straps off of her shoulders. Just as I couldn't believe I had just watched a couple of strangers publicly feel up my wife and couldn't do anything about it, I couldn't believe I was just standing there while the same men, and a woman, were watching her undress. I was angry, and embarrassed for myself as well as my wife. But I also noticed that there was a stirring in my groin, a tingling that gave away some involuntary arousal at watching others watch my wife strip.

Holly lowered her bra cups, swung her bra around until the back clasp was in the front, and unhooked it. It was a move I'd seen countless times, but never when others were watching. She handed Ester her bra. The room had plenty of light in it, and I could tell that Holly's breasts were bobbling naked, with little flashes of her white flesh, and her sizable dark areolas.

The guards were no longer rummaging through Holly's purse belongings. I looked back, and the two airline pilots that had been in the security line had stopped, and stood next to the guards. The older-looking of the two pilots whispered something to the dumpy guard, but all of them kept looking at the gap in the door. The younger pilot picked up Holly's plane ticket from the table, and read it.

Holly slid her panties down her hips. As she bent over to step out of them, I got a glimpse of her breasts hanging down and dangling. As she stood back up, I caught a look of her dark pubic mound. Holly had thick dark-brown pubic hair. For special occasions she trimmed it back severely, but never shaved it since I'd known her. Currently it was a pretty hairy triangle of pubes. It was shaved away from her thighs a bit. But it was still an impressive patch of dark-colored pubes, contrasting with the pale flesh surrounding it. Naturally she had no idea that she would be presenting it to anybody else this day, or maybe she would have trimmed it more.

Several other men had stopped, and a few more slowed to a crawl by the spectacle of the group standing around the curtain. Inside, Holly was turning her back to Esther, giving a glimpse of her bare ass cheeks. She bent at the waist, sorry mooning the group of men on the other side of the curtain.

I couldn't believe it. I had a semi-erect dick! It was hanging down my pants leg, and threatening to stand straight out. I was briefly afraid that someone else would notice, but nobody was looking at me. I kept looking at the other men, wondering if they could see as much or more as I was of my nude wife. I was also still wondering about the camera. Was this being videotaped, and if it were, who would later be seeing it, or getting copies of it?

Holly was now facing Esther again, and squatting. I could actually see her bare thighs and the bottom of her butt below the partition. So could everybody else walking by.
As Holly finally started to put her panties back on, the two pilots walked away. As did a couple of the other men, who noticed me giving them a dirty look. Not that they were afraid of me, as they were both smirking as they left. But the guards continued watching Holly as she quickly put on her blouse and button it, and pull up her skirt.

I looked at the time. We were in jeopardy of missing our flight. Damn!

When Esther exited through the curtain, she and the two guards simply walked down the hall back towards the security checkpoint. The curtain was wide open, and Holly had her back to the entrance, tucking her blouse into her skirt, and putting on her shoes. The contents of her purse were still dumped out on the table. I quickly scooped them up and dumped them back into the purse.

Holly walked out into the hallway. She looked like she was going to cry. I looked down, and was shocked to see that she didn't have her bra on under her blouse. The pink tapered blouse was quite transparent, and fit tight on her waist and chest. Anybody within a hundred feet would be able to see my wife's large dark areolas through the thin fabric.

"Where's your bra?" Were my first words to her.

"They wouldn't give it back. They said I couldn't get on the plane with it." Here eyes were vacant. She seemed to still be in a bit of shock over being strip-searched.

"The plane!" I said, looking at my watch. "Dammit! We gotta go now! C'mon!" I handed Holly her purse, and for the first time realized that she was holding her pantyhose in her hand. She quickly unzipped her purse and stuffed them in.

I grabbed Holly's hand, and we walked at an accelerated pace down the crowded tarmac towards the gate. It seemed to me that everybody walking the opposite way, as well as people standing along the sides, were looking at Holly, as if they knew that she'd just been stripped. But then I looked over to my right at her. Her braless breasts were jiggling up and down very noticeably as we walked at a rapid speed. And even from the side, I could see her left areola through her blouse. Shit! Everybody is staring at my wife's boobs! I didn't know what else to do, so we continued walking.

Holly stopped walking. I kept walking, and she broke free from my hand. "What?" I asked.

"I dropped my ticket. I just had it!" Holley looked around at the floor, and then quickly walked the other way, retracing her steps. Fortunately there was a thinning of the crowd. Holly spotted her ticket on the floor about sixty feet behind her, and trotted back to get it. She picked it up, and started running back to me. If I thought her boobs were jiggling before, that was nothing to the way they jumped and bounced as she ran. They were flying up under her blouse, and bouncing back down again. A black guy standing along the side whistled as she bounced by him. I wanted to yell at her to stop bouncing and calling attention to herself, but she quickly caught up to me, and we continued to the gate, amid more stares.

At our gate, I was relieved that the plane had not boarded yet, and all of the passengers were sitting and standing at the gate with their carryon luggage. All of the gate seats were taken, so Holly and I found an empty spot by the windows to stand. I left Holly there and approached the gate, to check on the flight's status. The man at the gate desk told me that we were delayed, but should be boarding in about twenty minutes.

As I looked back at Holly, I could see the outline of her braless boobs through the sunlight behind her. Her breasts may not have been quite as firm as they were pre-pregnancy, but they were still full and round, her nipples pointing straight out. There were several men standing around her, that I caught staring at her breasts. I returned to Holly, and my first words were, "Could you cross your arms or something?"

"Holly looked down at herself, and asked, "There's nothing I can do, I don't have anything to cover with. Does it look that bad?"

"Yes. You're getting stared at." My tone was too angry. Even though I knew my wife's exposure wasn't her fault, I still was mad that she didn't have better coverage. Why did she wear a blouse that was so see-through?

Holly did put her purse on the floor and cross her arms. That covered her nipples, but it pushed her boobs together, and pushed her bare cleavage up, out of the scooping top of her blouse.

I looked over at the gate. The man at the desk had been staring at Holly, but looked away when I caught him. There was now a uniformed woman next to him at the desk. She looked to be at least 60, and was not attractive. She was thin, bespectacled, had her hair up in a bun, and extremely wrinkly. She had a dour demeanor to her. And she was looking my way. I watched her watching in my direction for several minutes. I looked away, at all of the other men around me that were looking at my wife's chest. And each time I looked back at the gate, the uniformed woman was looking toward us. Then she exited the desk area, and walked toward us. She walked right up to Holly.

"You can't board the plane like that," said the stewardess, in a loud voice.

Holly froze for a second. "What?"

"You can't fly on this plane being exposed like that. You have to cover yourself."

Holly blinked a few times. The stewardess' loud voice had drawn even more attention to us. It sunk in to Holly that the stewardess was referring to her braless breasts. I could see her turn visibly red. "I, uh, I don't have anything else."

"You can't fly like that," repeated the bitch stewardess.

"They, they took my bra at security because..."

"What is she hurting?" I broke in.

"She's a distraction. It's not appropriate."

I was angry now. "Why do you care?"

The stewardess paused for a moment. "We received complaints."

"From who? Who would complain, and why is their business?"

"That's not for you to know. I have the right to refuse your admission on this flight."

"Please," begged Holly. "They just took my bra at security, and I don't have anything else. I'll try to cover up."

The Stewardess gave us both a scowl and she pause. "OK. But try to stay covered." With that the bitch walked away. I looked up, and now literally everybody at the gate was staring at my wife's braless breasts in her see-through top. All the bitchy stewardess did was bring more attention to them, and make me and Holly even more humiliated than we already were. We just stood there like we were on display.

That's when I spotted some familiar faces. Kurt, Alex, and Neal. They worked for my company. They were my sales competitors. Kurt was my age, a real obnoxious political backstabber. Taller than me and real good-looking, with big white teeth. It took some effort for me to be nice to him. Alex was a sales assistant and in his early twenties. A jock, as were Kurt and Neal. Neal, a big stocky guy, was a vice president, in his sixties, someone you needed to be on good terms with, and old school. I'd heard more than a few dirty jokes from him, and seen him flirting with the young girls.

When I spotted Kurt, he waved to me, and then got up and walked in our direction. The other two also rose and followed him. As Kurt approached, he spoke to me, but looked at Holly's chest.

"Hi, Kurt," I said. "Strange co-incidence, being on the same flight."

"Yeah, we're attending a seminar at the home office. Hello, Holley!" Kurt remembered my wife's name. The way he flirted with her at the last Christmas party two years ago, I shouldn't have been surprised. "Nice blouse."

Holley blushed, and stammered a quiet, "Thanks," looking at the three men staring at her chest.

"What are you flying for?" asked Kurt.

"Oh, we're having a photo op. I'm getting a sales award."

"Yeah, I heard about that. Congratulations. I can't wait to see the picture."

Kurt asked me about an account while Alex and Neal leaned in and talked to Holley, or at least talked to her chest.

Finally, we started boarding the plane. I realized that I was again semi-hard, though not as stiff as earlier. As we slowly walked to get in line, and then took a step every few seconds down the indoor ramp to the plane, I could feel my cock hanging down my boxers, and lightly touching my leg. The light friction sent more sensations through my groin, causing my anger to subside, and I thought about all of these men seeing my wife's nearly nude breasts. It was both humiliating and arousing. I was confused by the sensation, but since it was helping my anger subside, I let the feelings come, as I wondered how I would react to seeing an unknown woman nearly topless in an airport. I'd probably go home and secretly jerk myself off thinking about her. Or, bang my wife thinking about her.
"Hey! Hey!" It was all I could think to say.

The jet we were on didn't have a first class. As we entered the plane at the front, there was only one long section, with the bitchy stewardess and two male stewards. I glanced to my left, and looked in the open cockpit door. The pilot and co-pilot were the two men that had stopped to watch Holly strip. I hoped they didn't look back and see us, as I was embarrassed that they saw my wife get naked.

We had gotten our tickets late, and couldn't get two seats together. In fact the flight was so booked that all either of us could get were middle seats. At least we had gotten the two middle seats on the same row, a little over halfway towards the back of the plane. Holly's ticket was for the right side of the plane, and mine was on her left. As the people around us had carryon luggage to store and we didn't, we were able to take our seats right away. It seemed to me in all the hustle and bustle that a few of the businessmen around us were able to get some stares at Holly's chest. But there was nothing I could do about it. At least my three co-workers were together near the rear of the plane, so I wouldn't have to associate with those jerks.

Both Holly and me were sandwiched between two men. As I looked to my right at Holly, she was exhaling with her head back, trying to relax. The man on the aisle seat to her left was an older man with glasses. He seemed to be staring at her breasts. But the middle-aged man in the window seat to her right was flat-out leering at her breasts. He was sitting up with his torso turned to her slightly and staring at her chest, from no more than two feet away. I wanted Holly to cross her arms to cover herself, but I couldn't get her attention. The plane was too hot for me to get her a blanket. So I sat there and watched the two men ogle her nearly naked chest. I tried to look away and not think about it, but my eyes kept returning to my wife and her peepers, studying their eyes and their body language.

The plane taxied away from the gate, but then there was another delay, as we sat on the tarmac with the air conditioning off. We were explicitly told not to leave our seats, as we could take off at any moment. As Holly sat with her eyes closed, the window guy stared some more. Then, he folded his arms, holding his right hand outside his left arm, and leaned back. He kept glancing at Holly's eyes, and then back to her chest. It was hard to tell from the angle I was on, but he appeared to me to be leaning into Holly. He moved his shoulder closer to her, and to his left. I'd swear I could see her right breast move as he pressed the back of his hand on it. He was trying to get in a cheap feel of my wife! But I still wasn't completely sure. The older guy in the aisle seat was reading a magazine, but seemed to be taking quick glances at Holly from time to time. The window guy was now clearly leaning into Holly, and getting a touch of her breast with the back of his hand.

I was wondering what to do, to yell over or get up, when Holly finally opened her eyes and looked at the guy. He pulled his shoulder away from her. As Holly looked at him, he just looked back at her. He was talking to her now. Holly had her polite look on. I wished I could hear what he was saying. He wasn't being subtle with his dirty smirk and body language. He appeared to be flirting with her, if not actually hitting on her. I've seen that look in bars enough.

Holly and I have spent plenty of time in sports bars, house parties, and other takeing venues, and like many of our friends, came to some sort of understanding that the smart play when a guy hits on your girl is to let the girl handle it. Make it be her job to tell the guy that she was with someone else. It saves having testosterone displays and fights breaking out. Since I couldn't get up, I had to trust that Holly would handle things herself.

The plane finally took off. I continued watching Holly and her two admirers. The aisle guy had a wide stance, seeming to be pressing his leg into Holly's, but otherwise he was only looking, at her breasts and her legs. Holly's skirt rode up quite a ways as she sat - well past the halfway point of her thighs. I presumed that she didn't put her pantyhose back on just to get the hell out of the search room as quickly as possible, and there'd been no time to stop and put them on. So her legs were bare, and most of them were showing.

But the window guy continued to be the problem. His torso was turned towards Holly, he was smiling and talking to her very closely with bedroom eyes and that pick-up smile, and his left knee appeared to be pressing into Holly's right leg. And he now had his right hand on her right forearm, which was resting on the armrest. Holly didn't displace it. Why not?

Finally Holly took her right arm off the armrest, and put it on her right thigh over her skirt. After a couple of test touches, when he simply tapped his fingers on Holly's right forearm, the window guy placed his right hand on my wife's hand. And his left hand was touching her right shoulder.

Holly pulled her arm away from him and crossed her arms, but the guy simply left his right hand on her thigh. He was now palming her over her skirt, which was way up her thigh.

Now I was getting irked not only at the guy, but also at Holly for not defending hers and my honor better. She was letting a guy paw her in public, right in front of her husband. It was embarrassing. But my groin crawled again. I felt my penis move and expand just a little. And I kept watching.

The seatbelt sign went off as the plane leveled. One of the male flight attendants immediately rolled a beverage cart from the back up the plane, blocking off the rear bathrooms. Holly almost immediately stood up. We hadn't had time to stop for a bathroom break since we left our house. The aisle guy stood up to let her out, and she made her way to the front bathroom. There was already a line for the bathroom, and I saw Holly standing in the aisle, waiting her turn. The plane was particularly turbulent, and she had to hang onto the edge of a seat to keep her balance.

As she waited, I saw several men turn their heads and stare at her chest. Finally, she got into the bathroom, and a few minutes later, emerged and started making her way back to her seat. Turbulence picked up, and she steadied herself with both hands on each aisle seat as she walked gingerly. Her breasts were on full display, bobbling under her blouse as the turbulence tossed her. I could see the outlines of her areolas from halfway down the plane. I could also see heads leaning out into the aisles, to get a better look. Everybody must have seen her at the gate, having her see-through blouse pointed out by the bitch stewardess.

But apparently the two guys on either side of me hadn't noticed that I was with her. As the guy on my left in the window seat raised his head for a better look at my wife's chest, the guy on my right on the aisle seat turned to him and said, "Why is it that I never get seated next to something like THAT?"

The two men chuckled, and the window guy said, "That would make the flight a lot more pleasant. You wouldn't need in-flight movies with those things in your face."

"Better than being at a bar, or a strip club. You don't have to pay her, and she can't go anywhere," replied the aisle guy.

"If she gives that away for free, I wonder what she'd do if you offered her money?"

I was planning to trade seats with Holly when she returned, but not any more. These guys would be just as bad, maybe. I simply let Holly bobble by me and return to her seat. I didn't even look her in the eye, not wanting to let my row mates know she was my wife. I briefly closed my eyes and pretended to be relaxing.

Holly's aisle guy got up to let her in again. But as she scooted back to her seat, I saw the window guy put his hand out. As she reached back to move her seat belt, she stuck her skirt-covered butt in his face. He reached up, and took a quick palm of her right butt cheek. Holly jumped back, but didn't say anything, and sat back down.

As I was watching Holly with the men, the bitch stewardess approached. She leaned in, and said something to Holly that I couldn't hear. I had no idea what it was, but Holly made her repeat it, and asked her a couple of more questions. What could this be about? She couldn't throw Holly off the plane. Was she telling her to cover her breasts? Or was it something completely different?

Holly stood up again, and followed the bitchy stewardess down the aisle, all the way to the front of the cabin. The stewardess approached the cockpit door, and knocked on it. The door was opened by the younger of the two men pilots, the one that was in the right seat as I boarded. He looked at Holly, smiled, and motioned for her to enter. Holly walked through the door into the cockpit, and the door was closed behind her. The stewardess went back to work serving takes. What the hell could this be about? The only thing I could think of was perhaps they were apologizing to her for her treatment by security, and maybe even their own stewardess.

But I used to know a stewardess. And she told me that ALL - she repeated ALL - of these flyboys were dirty perverts. Kinky, arrogant, wild, cocky, aggressive males. They certainly didn't appear to be sympathetic as they watched my wife undress at the security checkpoint just a few minutes ago. I tried to think of the worst. I was clueless.

After about fifteen anxious minutes, the cockpit door finally opened, and Holly walked out. It took me about thirty seconds to notice: she was wearing a bra. A PINK bra. WHAT THE FUCK??? Where did it come from? Was it hers, or someone else's? As she walked down the aisle, the next question in my mind bothered me the most. How the hell did she get it on in the cockpit?

I stood up and stepped into the aisle to meet Holly. "What's going on?" I whispered.

In an apologetic voice, Holly whispered, "The pilot got my bra from the security guards."

I remembered the pilot looking at Holly's ticket. He knew that she was a passenger on his flight. "Wa... Why?"

"So he gave it back to me." Holly wasn't looking at me when she said it. I knew she was trying to hide information from me.

"So... how did you get it back on?"

"He... he told me he'd only give it to me if I put it on in the cockpit."

"And... So... you just took off your blouse in front of them?"

"They didn't give me a choice. They could see my boobs through my blouse anyways. I couldn't go get my picture taken at your company with my boobs showing. I HAD to."

"Did you at least turn around or something?"

"They could already SEE THEM!" Holly replied in an agitated defensive whisper.

I simply emitted an exasperated sigh. People were trying to get around us in the aisle. I changed the subject. "What's going on with that guy sitting next to you?"

"He's takes. He flew overnight from Europe or something."

"What's he doing?"

"He's trying to flirt with me and stuff."

"Do you want me to complain or get him moved or something?"

"I just want to avoid any more confrontations and be left alone. I'm super-stressed now. I hope he'll relax it off now."

As the bitchy stewardess came near and gave us a scowl, Holly returned to her seat. I watched her slide into the middle seat as the two men around her stared at her ass. I had to go to the bathroom real bad, and since I was already out of my seat, I headed to the front of the plane.

I thought about Holly and the pilots. While stumbling to the front in the turbulence, I felt my dick start to rise. I pictured those bastards leering at my wife while they made her unbutton her blouse, watching her naked boobs sway and bobble as she slipped on her bra. There were two other people in line for the bathroom. Standing there, I had a full-blown hardon pressing against my pants. Public erections weren't something I've had a problem with since high school.

The erection made it a little difficult to pee. While in line and while in the bathroom, I thought about my erection, and why I was getting it while watching and hearing about my wife getting exposed and humiliated. I'd always been over protective, if anything, of my wife, not wishing her to wear clothes that exposed too much of her, that would draw sexual attention to her from other men. It's not that I didn't trust her. I just wanted her for myself. But since she had a baby, I hadn't thought much about what she wore. I didn't think that so many men would still find her desirable. So why was I now so sexually aroused now when she actually was over-exposed and felt up by other men?

I exited the bathroom and made my way back to my seat. When I got some rows away from Holly, I could see her head above the headrests. It was turned towards the takes in the window seat. Moving closer, I could see that her whole torso was turned towards him. Another step, and I could see her hands up on his shoulders, and her chest thrown out. And then I saw the takes's right hand on Holly's left breast over her blouse and bra. He was feeling her tit!

Holly glanced up and saw me coming. She immediately turned away from the takes and sat back in her seat, pushing the takes's hand away from her with a swat with her right arm. Shit! It was one thing after another!

I didn't know what else to do. Despite having just watched a takes palming my wife's breast, I just sat down in my seat across the aisle.

But I kept my eye on Holly and the takes. Holly sat staring straight-ahead, not looking at me. But the takes was still turned towards her. He placed his right hand on her thigh, just above her knee. Holly gently pushed the hand away, not looking at him, and crossed her legs.

The takes kept talking to her, and soon placed his hand on the top of her crossed leg again. He then ran his hand on the outside of her crossed leg, over her bare outer thigh, where her skirt had risen. Holly kept looking ahead, eyes wide open, as the hand reached the hem of her skirt, almost up to her ass.

Holly uncrossed her legs, still not looking at the takes. The takes leaned back in his chair, but he was undeterred. Now it was his left hand that was placed on Holly's right thigh. Her skirt was riding up high, exposing much of her thighs, and the takes's palm was massaging the inside of her thigh right at the skirt hem. Holly glanced up as if to see if anybody else was watching. But instead of pushing the hand away or saying anything, she leaned forward, resting her palms on her knees. To me this gave the impression that she was more concerned at being CAUGHT with a hand on her thigh than actually REMOVING the hand from her thigh.

I could see the hand slip under my wife's skirt, deep between her legs. His wrist was pushing the hem higher, and his palm was turned as if it were now on her crotch, not her thigh. Holly wasn't removing it. What the hell was she doing? Was she ALLOWING him to touch her crotch? Did she just not know what to do? Freezing like a deer in the headlights?

I stared for a moment as another man was fondling my wife's pussy, and all she seemed to be doing is covering it up. I had a raging hardon. I had this fleeting thought that clearly I ENJOYED seeing other men lusting for and touching my wife, the lady of my young. If it had been a quick non-consensual grope, I could maybe enjoy it. But another man was feeling my wife in public, in front of me, and I was supposed to do something about it. But I didn't. I watched.

After a minute that seemed like an hour, Holly reached between her legs and pushed the hand away from her crotch and off her thigh. She still didn't say anything, and didn't look at her worryer.

But the takes wasn't done. He turned his torso towards Holly, and placed his right hand back on her thigh. Holly leaned her torso away from him, towards her left, but this opened her knees more. The takes's right hand quickly slipped between her legs, pushing her skirt up to her crotch. I got a brief glimpse of Holly's panties, before the hand cupped it. Again he was feeling my wife's pussy, and again all Holly could do is open her mouth and eyes wide. But no sound came out, and no other defensive measure was taken.

Now I could see the takes's hand slipping inside of the panty crotch, and I got a fleeting glimpse of her dark pubic hair as he rubbed her mound inside her panties.

I stood up. Holly saw my movement, and looked at me. She FINALLY reached down and powerfully pushed the hand away from her crotch, and tried to pull her skirt hem down.

But the takes simply moved his right hand up, and placed it on her left tit. After one rapid flurry of squeezes, he reached inside of her blouse, and started to slide his hand inside of Holly's bra cup.

I stood above them in the aisle. "Hey! Cut it out!"

Holly looked up at me, but the takes ignored me and kept feeling my wife's tit inside of her bra cup. Holly then reached up and began struggling with the man's forearm. He put up a battle, and as Holly knocked it away, the top button of her blouse popped off. I was working my way over the old guy in the aisle seat, and started to reach for the takes.
"Hey! Hey!" It was all I could think to say.

"Get lost, asshole," was all the takes could say. When I reached down and grabbed him, he stood up and pushed back. We started wrestling over Holly.

Suddenly I felt hands reaching around me. Somebody was pulling me back into the aisle. Somebody big and strong. I felt a forearm around my neck, and then felt myself falling backwards. I was powerfully wrestled out into the aisle, and knocked forward. I landed hard on the aisle floor. A body fell on top of me.

"Air Marshal! Put your hands on your head!"

I glanced back, and there was a large man with short blonde hair sitting on me. Behind him stood another man, a guy with greasy brown hair and a mustache. The guy on top of me didn't wait for me to put my hands on my head. He grabbed them one by one, yanked them behind me, and slapped handcuffs on me.

I could hear the takes behind me yelling, "That guy attacked me for no reamister! He's a terrorist!"

"No he's not!" Yelled Holley.

The bitchy stewardess was standing over me. "She's with him! They were suspicious of her at the security checkpoint, and they detained her."

"Scotty, cuff her, too," ordered the guy on top of me.

"Right, Jack," said the dark-haired mustached guy. He grabbed Holley, who was standing by her middle seat, by the arm, and pulled her into the aisle, right over the older guy and me.

"No," she squealed, but Scotty pushed her up against a seat backrest, pulled handcuffs out of his pocket, and cuffed her hands behind her.

Jack emptied my pants pockets as I lay on my stomach on the ground, and then frisked me over my clothes. My hardon was completely gone, so I didn't have to worry about that as he felt my cock and balls. Then he turned to Scotty, and ordered, "Search her."

"You want me to search the woman?" asked Scotty.

"This is an emergency. We do whatever is necessary to protect the plane. Give her a thorough searching."

"Right!" Said Scotty, eagerly. Holly was still standing in the aisle and leaning forward against the seat back, as Scotty ran his hands along her sides from behind. He reached around her, and felt her tits over her bra, taking particular attention to the undersides of her cups by her underwire. Holly's blouse was missing a button, and her bra was already exposed, which it made it easy for Scotty the Air Marshal to reach inside of her blouse, reach right into her left bra cup, and feel around inside.

I could see many of the passengers watching Holly getting felt up. The passengers in the aisle seats were leaning into the aisle to get a better angle, while the other passengers were standing and watching.

Scotty reached into Holly's right bra cup and gave it a thorough going-over, rapidly reaching around and searching every inch of the cup.

"Oh! Ah!" squealed Holly as Scotty's hand roughly felt her tit flesh. Scotty then felt around Holly's waist, reaching inside of her skirt and feeling around her stomach and above her ass. He then reached down and grabbed her skirt hem. With one quick motion, he pulled the skirt hem up until it was bunched up around her waist.

Holly's panties were on full display to nearly everybody on the plane. In back her panties had ridden up and exposed about half of her butt cheeks.

Scotty quickly felt her butt cheeks, ran his hand under her panties and ran his index finger up her ass crack, causing another squeal from Holly. The eager sky marshal then reached into the front of her panties, and ran his hand over her pussy mound, no doubt getting a handful of my wife's pubic hair.

Jack helped get me up on my feet, and led me to the front of the plane as everybody watched me. Scotty led Holly to the front also, as everybody watched her. Her blouse was still open enough that her bra was exposed in front.

The two air marshals sat us in two seats at the front of the plane that were probably reserved for the flight attendants or something. For the next few minutes, the two took turns grilling us on everything from the purpose of our flight to why I was "attacking" the takes. Holly and I told them, together and separately, that the guy was takes and worrying Holly, and I was simply trying to stop him. I also told them that there were three co-workers in the back of the plane that could confirm who I was.

Then there was some other disturbance further back in the plane, and Scotty rushed to investigate. He came back a few minutes later, and explained to Jack that the takes had thrown up. Scotty confirmed that the guy seemed takes. He also said that my three co-workers had vouched for who we were and why we were traveling.

The air marshals were talking to each other privately, but I heard Jack say, "Their story's starting to check out. I think they're telling the truth."

But they were in no hurry to un-cuff my wife, or myself, and we sat in the front seats, while the two air marshals talked among themselves, and the other passengers near the front stared at my wife's exposed bra.

The bitchy stewardess phoned the cockpit, and then Jack knocked on the cockpit door. I saw the co-pilot let him in. Five minutes later, Jack came out again, but the cockpit door was left open. Jack approached Holly, and said, "The pilot wants to speak to you in the cockpit." Jack helped the still-cuffed Holly to her feet. He turned her around, and un-cuffed her.

Remembering what happened the last time my wife was alone with the pilots, I hollered, "I'm going in with her."

"They only want to talk to your wife," replied Jack.

"She's not going in alone. I'm going in." I stood up, with some effort.

Jack just shrugged. "OK. But you stay cuffed." With that, Holly walked into the cockpit as the co-pilot held the door, and I followed. The co-pilot closed and locked the door behind us, and took his spot at the controls on the right side. The captain, in the left seat, looked back at us, and smiled.

"Hello, Holly! We didn't expect to see you back here so soon. I hear that you two were causing a ruckus on my plane."

"We didn't cause anything," I said.

The pilot put his hands up as if to calm me and stop my explanation. "Yeah, the sky marshal told me all about it. But here's the thing. You can still be arrested for causing a disturbance on a commercial flight. That's nothing to sneeze at.

"But listen. I'm still the captain of this flight, and what I say goes. You two can either be taken off this plane in handcuffs and arrested, and at the very least be detained for who knows how long, but quite likely charged with a crime. Or, if I square it with the sky marshals, you can walk away Scott free, with no official record, and go about your business."

The pilot looked over at the co-pilot, who had been watching us silently with his sunglasses on. The co-pilot took over the pitch. "But we're taking a risk doing that. So we'd like a little favor for our kindheartedness."

I did not want to be arrested, and desperately wanted out of the handcuffs. I was in a mood to grovel. "What do you want from us?"

From his sitting position in the pilot's seat, the pilot looked Holly up and down as she stood before him. "We don't want anything from you, Tom - It's Tom, right? Except to sit down in that chair behind you, and be quiet for a few minutes.

"But Holly, we enjoyed your last visit so much. You were, uh, so nice and friendly and accommodating. We have about twenty-five minutes until we have to make a flight correction, and it gets awfully boring up here. We just want you to be friendly with us some more and, uh, spend some time with us."

I was beginning to smell a rat. These two dirty old men - well, the pilot looked about sixty, and the co-pilot looked maybe forty - had blackmailed my wife into flashing her tits for them, and now they had both of us over a barrel again. I hoped my suspicions were wrong.

"What's 'friendly'?" Asked Holly.

"What Vern means," replied the pilot, "is we just want to get to know you better and show you a few things around here. Step forward a little bit, Holly." He motioned Holly forward. Between the two pilot seats was a control console, so Holly could step no closer to the men than the back of their chairs. The captain reached around her and put his right hand on her waist, just above her skirt.

"Do you know what all these instruments do, Holly? Oh, Tom, you can just sit there in that jumper seat." I obediently sat in the seat directly behind the co-pilot's seat on the right side.

The captain started rattling off a bunch of technical jargon as he explained the instruments. I doubt if Holly was paying any more attention to his words than I was. But when the captain lowered his hand and placed it on Holly's right butt check over her skirt, she looked back at me with a helpless expression. I tried to read her expression. Did she want me to object and come to her aid? It seemed more like she was expressing a helpless surrender. I felt my cock tingle.

I tried to think whether I should tell the two pilots to fuck off and let us out. But I wasn't really sure what they were going to do. Get a few feels in? Make Holly show her tits again? I sat like a dweeb and said and did nothing, my hands literally tied.

Holly saw my inaction and lack of objection, and exhaled. Her next breath was a deep inhale when the pilot reached down and slid his hand under her skirt. He subtly slid his hand up her thighs, bringing the skirt up with it. I saw Holly's panties come into view, and watched the pilot circle his palm over my wife's panty-clad butt a few times. Then he slipped his fingers into the bottom of the panties, and squeezed her bare ass cheek, three feet away from my face.

I had a full erection, even as I was pissed at the two dirty flyboys for worrying my wife. But as the pilot continued his vacant explanation of the cockpit controls, he asked Holly if she understood, and her voice was calm as she said she did. The pilot and Vern the co-pilot started asking Holly harmless permisteral questions, like why she was traveling, what she did for a living - as if they were having coffee with her, not worrying her. Holly responded in a shy but friendly voice, as if she were simply having coffee with them, and not getting worryed against her will. And when they cracked jokes, she giggled like a shy schoolgirl.

Against her will? How much was it against her will?

"Holly, why don't you come around here and sit down, and really experience the cockpit?" The pilot took Holly's hand, and led her around the center console, to where he was sitting. "Sit down right here," he politely ordered, patting his lap. Holly didn't look at me as she unsteadily threw her left leg around the pilot's torso. He placed his hands on her hips as she set her tush down on his lap. There was no place for her legs other than on either side of the pilot seat, and she spread her legs wide and let her feet dangle. Her skirt was now hiked up to her crotch no doubt, although from my angle I couldn't see her panties.

The pilot placed both hands on her bare thighs, and massaged them, still making small talk. Now he was asking how long we'd been married, and did she have a lot of boyfriends before me. And then back to the controls.

"My feet control the rudders. They're on auto pilot now, though." He ran his hands up her waist, and slowly and gently cupped both of her breasts over her blouse.

Holly emitted a little coo. Against her will? I was jealous as hell, and angry as hell with Holly. Did she have to seem like she was enjoying this?

What really happened to Holly the first time she was in the cockpit? My prior mental image of the event, of a frightened trembling wife powerd to remove her blouse while the two dirty old men smirked at her, was now replaced with a vision of my wife proudly opening her blouse and thrusting her chest out at the two older men, giggling like a schoolgirl as she shook her breasts at them. Maybe she even let them touch her.

And what about the takes? Holly had her back turned toward the window as I returned from the bathroom. Was she letting the takes feel her tits and trying to hide the event? She sure took her time whenever the takes placed his hands over her, spending more energy trying to cover it up than stopping it. Even if she didn't ASK the takes to fondle her, how much did she like it?

My hardon twitched as I thought of my wife being unfaithful to me, of flaunting her sexuality right in front of me.

The pilot reached into her ripped-opened blouse, and slowly pulled down on her bra cups. Her breasts flopped out over the cups. From my angle I could just barely see her left breast but I had a clear view of her right breast, as the captain cupped his hands underneath them and lifted them. He gently massaged both of them, circling his palms over the two exposed white globes. Holly's fat nipples were erect. She arched her back and thrust her chest out for the two hands. The captain deftly stroked her nipples, and squeezed her tits. He was good, dammit!

Maybe it was all Holly's fault. Shouldn't every woman know not to wear an under wire bra to the airport these days? Her skirt was too short. Why would she wear such sexy panties? She shouldn't have worn such a sheer blouse today, today of all days. She should have known that every guy in the place would be noticing her wearing these sexy garments. She was too young and attractive to be drawing attention like that.

But I hadn't. I didn't think anything of her sheer blouse, hadn't noticed her skirt. I barely noticed what she wore at all. I barely ever noticed what she wore since she had the baby. I just secretly wished that she still had the same body that she had before the baby.

But now I was noticing. How attractive she was. How sexy she looked in her skirt and blouse. What gorgeous breasts she had. Not as firm as before, but bigger. Now nice and smooth her thighs looked, even if they were a little meatier than they used to be. We'd only been married a couple of years, and had known each other a couple of years before that. I'd heard of the seven-year itch, but it seemed that I'd already started taking my wife's sexuality for granted. Not now, though. As the co-pilot leaned over the control panel and began massaging Holly's right breast, I wanted her. I wanted to have sex with her right now. She looked so sexy being felt up by the two older men. I was so jealous of them. It finally hit me that so many other men today had seen her and thought she was a desirable wife and mom - a MILF!

The pilot had dropped his right hand down between Holly's legs, and was working on her pussy. His hand was inside of her panties, and had a finger slowly sliding in and out of her pussy.

The co-pilot opened a container below the console, and brought out a tube of K-Y jelly. "Need some K-Y, Captain?"

"No, Vern, she's plenty wet."

Holly had her head thrown back, leaning it into the captain's shoulder. She was whimpering. I could see her arching her hips forward to meet his hand. "Ooh, wow!" She panted.

Wow? When was the last time she said "wow" to me during sex? This guy was good. They were both good. Vern the co-pilot unzipped his pants, and whipped out a very long cock. Holly reached over with her right hand, and took it. She stroked it slowly, as she writhed on the captain's lap.

I felt two feet small, like a complete loser, watching these two older men satisfying my wife better than I ever could. But I was mesmerized by their performance, and hers. I wished I could stroke my own cock while I watched them.

OK, I was wrong about her asking for her early use - certainly it wasn't her fault that she got strip-searched and that her bra had been taken away. But I still wasn't sure how hard she defended herself against the takes. And she was obviously enjoying being teamed up with the two cool flyboys.

"Stand up, and turn around, Holly," said the pilot. With some effort, my wife stood up. Her tits were still hanging out of her bra, and they dangled and bobred as she got her self turned around. She had her feet on either side of the pilot and his seat, but was now facing him, her skirt hiked up to her waist, her panties in view. The captain opened his belt, unbuttoned his pants, and zipped his fly down. With one hand he whipped out a very large and well-worn cock, looking dark and spotted.

The co-pilot reached back into the container that held the K-Y, and pulled out a condom package. This time the captain took it, opened it up with one hand, and slid the rubber over his cock like he'd done it ten thousand times.

Holly didn't have to be told to lower herself down. She sunk down, pulled her panties aside at the crotch to expose her hairy pussy, and met the captain's dick head. I could see the latex-covered head slide along my wife's pink pussy a couple of times, and then slide inside of it. Holly easily lowered herself down and let the rest of the thick cock slide into her pussy. Clearly she was well lubricated.

The pilot leaned forward, and took Holly's right tit into his mouth. He licked the entire areola with an extruding tongue, and then circled it over Holly's hard nipple. Holly's tits jiggled as she shivered with delight. Now that she was facing me, I could clearly see every facial expression she made. Her eyelids were half-closed as both men licked and fondled her breasts, and the captain slowly thrust his cock up into her pussy. Her mouth was open, emitting whimpers. She never looked at me.

The co-pilot moved in closer, and thrust his hard cock into her face. "Take it, Holly," he said. Holly took it. With her mouth. She opened her mouth wide, and wrapped it around the dick head. She bobbed her head over it, taking the first half of it into her mouth.

But the co-pilot wasn't satisfied with her work. "Wrap your lips a little tighter. But watch the teeth. Suck on it, like you were taking off the top layer of a Popsicle."

He was instructing my wife on how to suck cock. The two flyboys were doing a better job than me on pleasing her, but they were also teaching her how to please men better. "Lick the end, honey. That's it, like an ice cream cone. Now slowly suck hard on the shaft, taking in as much as you can, to the back of your throat. Ahh, now that feels real good, Holly."

Finally Vern the co-pilot, still wearing his sunglasses, was satisfied with my wife's cocksucking s*******s, and stood in silence as she blew him.

I saw the occasional cloud going by the windows as I sat in the front of the large plane watching the two men in charge have their way with my wife. She was moaning through the cock in her mouth. "MMmmmphhhh!" She was thrusting her hips in and out to meet the captain's thrusting groin.

The captain thrust harder and faster. Holly's tits bobred as he put his hands on her hips. His right hand went between her legs. I could see him rubbing his fingertips over her clit.

"Ready, Vern?" asked the captain.

"Ready, Captain," grunted the co-pilot.

"MuUUUMMMMUMMMPH!" Groaned Holly, circling her crotch around the cock and the hand that was on her pussy. Her eyes were up in the back of her head.

At first I though it was massive turbulence, but it was just my wife, flopping through one spasm after another, her whole body shaking like she was having a seizure.

"Swallow it, Holly!" Grunted Vern. He arched his back, and I saw his jism leaking out from between Holly's lips.

"CACK!" Holly wasn't used to swallowing jizm, barely liked oral sex at all with me, and she fetishd on the spunk that was shooting into her mouth. She pulled back, and the next load hit her in the face. Vern stuffed himself back in her mouth, and repeated, "Swallow it."

Vern withdrew his wet cock from my wife's mouth. Holly threw her head back, with her eyes still rolled up, and shook her body. "OhhHHHHH!"

The Captain grunted a couple of times, and thrust up hard and slow. "Ohhhh, yeah!" he chuckled.
"Holly spasmed a few more seconds, and then collapsed down onto the pilot's shoulder

Vern was already wiping his cock off and putting it back in his pants, his sunglasses having never left is face. He sat down in the co-pilot's seat, put his headphones on, and began calmly checking instruments.

The pilot was coaxing the still-panting Holly to stand up. He also stood up, and helped the shaking wife off of him. Holly unsteadily worked her way around the seat and past the center console, her tits still out and her skirt still up to her waist. The pilot removed his used rubber, and tossed it into a waste can behind him. He put his wet cock back into his pants, put his headphones on, and took over the controls, like nothing at all had happened.

"Vern," said the pilot, "Tell the air marshal I want to see him."

"Yes, Captain," Vern acknowledged, and stood up. "Time for you two to leave," he said to us. Holly glanced at me for the first time since she started "being friendly" with the flight crew, but it was a quick, guilty-looking glance. Holly pulled her skirt down and smoothed it out. The co-pilot was already opening the door, while Holly was rushing to get her tits stuffed back into her bra cups.

I was just stepping out the door in front of Holly, when somebody pushed me aside and rushed into the cockpit. Suddenly it was pandemonium all around me - in the cockpit, in the front area, in the aisles. A large dark-haired man was holding what appeared to be some makeshift handgun to Jack the Sky Marshal's head. The man that ran into the cockpit had a similar plastic-looking handgun. Another man had Sky Marshal Scotty pushed up against the bathroom door, holding a makeshift knife of some sort to his neck.

The few women passengers were screaming, and some men were shouting, but most were silent. By the time things got orderly, I counted four Arabic-looking men on the plane. One in the cockpit with a gun on the pilot; one in the very back of the plane with a handgun, one with a handgun on the sky marshals and the three flight attendants; and one with a knife now pointed at Holly.

"Quiet! Quiet! Hands on your head! Hands on head!" yelled the man in the back. Before many of us even had a chance to take it all in, Scotty was cuffed with his own handcuffs, and Jack had been whacked in the head with something and had his hands and feet bound with tape. The two male flight attendants and Vern the co-pilot were on the floor at the front of the plane, also getting their hands and feet taped.

The terrorist with the knife on Holly was a tall, muscular-looking man of about forty, with dark hair, dark eyes, and a very intimidating expression. I recognized him as one of the Arabic men that had been behind Holly and me in the line at the security checkpoint. He ordered the bitchy flight attendant to get the P.A. working and give him the phone to speak into.

"Let's not have heroes, right?" He said in a heavy accent. "Nobody wants to get this woman hurt, or the pilot, or anybody else. Keep your hands on your head for a moment. We have no problem *******ing anybody that does anything wrong!

"Yes, this plane is hijacked. But before you get too frightened, let me say that our objective is not to crash the plane. Our mission is to power the American government to release our primisterers at Guantanamo. To do this, we will simply land the plane at your destination exactly as scheduled. Then we will set the plane on the tarmac, and hold you all hostages until our primisterers are brought to us. So your death is not imminent.

"Presuming none of you had time to use your cell phones and alert the authorities, nobody knows we have taken the plane. By staying on course, no jets will be scramred, and we will not be bothered." He looked at his watch. "So for the next forty-seven minutes, we have nothing to do but wait."

He looked down at Holly. His left arm was around her neck from behind, the knife held loosely near her chest below her neck. At least he didn't seemed to be too tightly wound. Holly still hadn't finished putting herself back together after the going-over the pilots gave her. Her blouse was still open with the missing button, and her left breast was only halfway back into her bra cup. Her dark areola peeked out of the top of her bra.

"By the way," he continued. "I would like to thank this beautiful woman. We were confident that our disassemred weapons would not be detected in our carryon luggage. But to be safe, we had kept the security guards under surveillance for quite some time, and were aware that two of them liked to give special attention to shapely women. So we managed to get in line behind this chesty woman, and she kept the guards distracted while we got through the ex-rays.

"Then she helped us identify the sky marshals. And she helped us get into the cockpit. And finally," he chuckled, "she gave us all something to look at didn't she?" The other terrorist at the front of the plane chuckled along with him.

"So now we wait," he finished, and dropped the phone down. He looked down at Holly again as he held his knife around her neck. He stared at her chest. "Hmm," he moaned. Then he reached down and put his hand onto her half-exposed left breast, and touched her nipple.

"Ohh!" squeaked Holly. But when the knife moved up closer to her neck, she held still. Holly simply whimpered, and shook noticeably. When the terrorist put his hand inside her bra cup and groped her tit, she simply scrunched up her face, and arched her shoulders in.

"Hahaha!" laughed the terrorist leader as he roughly and rapidly squeezed and shook my wife's tit in her blouse and bra. Holly writhed in reaction to his gropes. Her shoulders gyrated, her chest heaved in and out, and her eyes alternated from half-closed to wide open, staring out at the passengers. Her mouth was open as if she was gasping, but no sound was emitted.

I had been pushed back into one of the front seats, my hands still cuffed behind me, and I had a point-blank view of my wife's body as she was groped in front of all the passengers. Her tit was still in her bra. The top of it was jiggling out as it got squeezed, but her nipple was not visible. I found myself half-hoping that he'd expose it. I didn't know why.

The terrorist moved his face closer to Holly's. He said something to her, and she turned her head towards him. "Kiss me," is what I think he said. "Tongue. Stick your tongue out." So show her, the terrorist stuck his tongue way out, less than a foot from her face. He pulled the knife closer, and said, "Stick tongue out," again.

Holly reluctantly stuck her tongue out between her closed lips, and pointed it at the terrorist's tongue. The terrorist leaned in, and the tip of his tongue touched the tip of Holly's. She recoiled once, but he held her tighter, and ordered her to stick her tongue out again. This time, when the terrorist touched Holly's tongue with his, she stayed still. The terrorist circled his tongue around Holly's, and the two tongues jousted and licked each other. Occasionally the terrorist moved in and pressed his lips against Holly's, but the tongues stayed out as much as they were in. For some reamister I found this as much as a *** of my wife as the co-pilot sticking his cock in her mouth, and Holly looked way more repulsed by the tongue than she had the earlier cock.

The terrorist slid his hand out of Holly's bra, and moved it down her front. He stuck his hand under the front of her skirt, and lifted it. He pulled it up to her waist to expose her panties. He crudely grabbed her pussy mound, and rubbed up and down over her tight panties. Then he slid his hand in the side of her panty crotch, and rubbed her pussy. Holly gyrated her hips, attempting to evade the invading hand. At least that was what I thought she was doing at first. But then it looked like she was reacting to the touches. She thrust her hips in and out irregularly as he groped her crotch, and squirmed left to right. "Ohh! Ooohooohoo!" she whimpered. The terrorist alternately looked down at her pussy, and then went back to French kissing her.

CHAPTER SIX

The terrorist leader was distracted by the other front terrorist relaying a message from the hijacker in the cockpit. He released Holly from his grip, and she fluttered her eyes and leaned back against the bathroom wall behind her. Her skirt fell back down over her panties, and her tit was back in her bra cup, but her bra was still exposed in the front.

"Perfect, perfect! Too easy!" Said the lead terrorist to the other gun-toting hijacker.

The lead terrorist looked up at the overhead video monitors. It was the first time I noticed that a movie was showing. It must have started when we were in the cockpit. The film was some recent contemporary musical. Which one I didn't know, as I don't like musicals. "Yes, music! You think Muslims don't like music? I like music! And I like sexy women!" He said, smirking at Holly. "Idiot Westerners! You educate your women and send them out to work. A woman like this should only look pretty and dance for you men and try to gratify you."

He turned to the bitchy flight attendant. "Turn up the sound. Get the sound on over the speakers!" He demanded. The flight attendant picked up the phone that was used as the P.A. microphone, placed it next to some headphones, and the tinny and slightly distorted sound blared out of the overhead speakers. Apparently it was good enough for the lead terrorist.

"You!" he said, pointing to Holly. "Dance. Dance while you take off your clothes."

Holly stood motionless, staring wide-eyed at the terrorist.

The terrorist pointed his knife at her, and then looked at me. "He's your husband, yes? Dance, or I'll ******* your husband."

Fortunately for me, that got Holly moving. She tentatively started to move her hips from side to side. The terrorist smiled and nodded his approval. Holly ran her hands through her hair, and then shook her hair, as if she wanted to look her best. She didn't know what to do with her hands, and sort of ran them down her side in what was actually a pretty sultry move, whether she meant it to be or not.

"Take off your blouse!" Ordered the terrorist, pointing his knife to her garment.

Holly gave him a wide-eyed look, and then reached up and started to unbutton the remaining buttons of her blouse, pulling the shirttails out of her skirt, and unbuttoning from the bottom up. While still swaying her hips and shoulders side to side, she opened the blouse as wide as it would go, holding it open for a moment, and then slowly slid it off of her shoulders. She danced with the garment behind her back for a moment while working the sleeves off her arms, and then subtly dropped it behind her. Her large smooth pink bra was completely exposed to nearly everybody in the plane as she continued dancing.

The lead terrorist smiled and nodded his approval. So did the second terrorist on the other side of Holly, and the lead terrorist and the one in the rear of the plane shared some approving laugh in Arabic. If he wanted a sexy strip dance, he was getting one. Holly's face looked scared to death, but whether she meant to or not, she was doing a real sultry dance. I knew that Holly was a decent dancer. But I've never really just sat back and watched her moves. They were sexy. And I'd never seen her do a strip tease like this. Instead of praying for her torment and my offense to stop, I had to admit to myself that I was dying to watch my wife's humiliating strip continue.

The terrorist and I were thinking along the same lines. "Skirt!" he said, pointing his knife downward.

Holly reached back to unhook her skirt. When the terrorist motioned for her to turn around, she turned her back to the rest of the passengers and me. I watched her trembling hands fumble with the top clasp of her skirt. When that was done, she slowly unzipped the back zipper, while her butt slowly swayed from side to side. Her panties slowly came into view. Holly shook her ass while hooking her thumbs into the sides of her waistband, and started to tug the skirt down her hips. When she pulled it past her rump, she arched her back and stuck her butt out at her audience, and lowered the skirt to her knees. From there the garment fell to her feet, and she deftly stepped out of it without missing a beat with her dancing.

Her tight panties had ridden up a little, and were showing some white ass flesh. The terrorist only moaned, while Holly swayed her ass around like a hula dancer.

He told Holly to turn around, and when she did I could see her panties pulled tightly over her pubic mound. Her panty waistband was low cut, and dipped just a little in front. She continued her sexy swaying, thrusting her pussy forward.

"Bra now!" Ordered the terrorist. After a moment of pause, my wife arched her back, reached behind, and unclasped her bra. She held the garment up with one hand, while lowering her left bra strap, and then her right. Finally when the terrorist raised his knife and nodded again, Holly pulled her hand away from her chest, with the bra still in her hand, and dropped it on the floor at her side.

Immediately her tits began to slowly sway. Her nipples were hard and sticking straight out at her audience. They looked damned good. She could have been a stripper. All of the terrorists laughed and cheered her on.

I glanced around to see virtually everybody staring at my wife's bare chest. There was no hint of chivalry anywhere. In the back of the plane I could detect Kurt and my other two co-workers standing up. They would tell everybody at work about seeing my wife dance topless.

Holly continued moving her hips up and down and in circles. Her hands roamed up and down her sides. She slid them up over her tits once, quickly lifting them and dropping the jiggling jugs. She ran her hands up through her hair again, and then rested her left hand behind her on her hip, thrusting her chest out.

The terrorist pointed his knife at her panties. Holly didn't hesitate this time, and obediently grabbed the sides of her panties. She stretched out the waistband, alternating left and right, lifting each up and then pulling it down, as her dancing focused on her thrusting pelvis.

The tiny panties started to roll down her legs as my wife bent her knees and leaned forward, and her brown pubic hair came into view. Holly continued dancing as she pulled the panties down to mid-thigh, and left them there for a moment while she rubbed her hips and sides again. There was a whistle from the terrorist in the rear, and the lead terrorist moaned and smiled while staring at her pussy point-blank. Holly moved her feet together to let her panties fall, and they slowly rode down her legs, until she had do squat down to push them off her feet.

Holly turned her back to her audience, spread her legs, and wiggled her ass. Her tan lines approximately delineated where her thighs ended and where her ass cheeks started. Her butt looked bigger than it had before her pregnancy, but it was still round. For some reamister I fixated on her ass crack, seeing it exposed to others for the first time.

Holly turned around again and continued her sultry nude dance for the terrorist's pleasure. She spread her legs slightly and bent her knees, her hands continuing to roam all over her naked body.

The lead terrorist laughed, threw his left arm around Holly's bare waist, and groped her right tit. Holly lowered her head, her hair hanging over her face. After trading some laughs with the second terrorist at the front, the second terrorist also approached Holly, and he felt her left tit with his left hand. They roughly squeezed and grabbed her tits, as they bobred all over the place.

The lead terrorist pushed Holly against the cabin door, leaned over, and planted his mouth on Holly's tit. The second terrorist did the same. Holly let out a loud moan as she had her two tits sucked on by the Arabs. I saw her glance up and around. Everybody was still watching her.

The two men used their free hands to grope my wife's ass, and run their hands over her pussy mound. Holly squirmed and writhed, emitting little moans and squeals, throwing her head back, but not fighting at all.

The third terrorist, in the back of the plane, hollered out something in Arabic, the lead terrorist answered him. Then the lead terrorist said to Holly, "He wants to feel your tits, too. Go to the back of the plane." Holly was released from her grip. She glanced at me briefly, then back at the first terrorist, and then started walking towards the back of the plane. The plane was hitting some turbulence, and Holly walked slowly, holding onto the seats as she walked, her naked tits jiggling. I could see heads turning to watch her as she walked by each row. Her ass looked pretty good jiggling down the aisle.

Holly reached the rear of the plane. The rear terrorist reached out and groped her tits, while Holly steadied herself by hanging onto a seat, her legs spread. The terrorist also reached between her legs and rubbed her pussy, and squeezed her jiggling ass.

"Now, everybody! Let everybody feel you!" Yelled the rear terrorist. He pointed his weapon at the man in the very rear aisle seat, and said, "Feel her up." When he hesitated, the terrorist turned to Holly again, and said, "Tell him you want him to feel your tits. Say it – 'Feel my tits'!"

After some rehearsal, Holly was powerd to say to the passenger, "Feel my tits," in a weak wavering voice. Finally the passenger reached out, and touched Holly's left breast. He looked at the terrorist as he did, and the terrorist apparently told him to feel them harder or something. I couldn't make out his exact words from the other end of the plane. All I could see was this man getting more aggressive while he felt my wife's tits. Soon another man was reaching out for Holly and feeling her up.

The back terrorist made Holly turn to the opposite side of the aisle, and repeat her "Feel my tits" line. Men from the aisle, middle, and window seats stood up and felt her tits. The terrorist said something else, and the guy on the aisle seat reached around and felt her ass.

The terrorist was taking Holly up the aisle, and making everybody feel Holly, while Holly repeated such lines as "feel my ass," and "rub my hairy pussy." Apparently the first English words this guy learned were the dirty ones. She was made to lean forward while men felt her dangling tits, and spread her legs so others could cup and rub her pussy. "Pinch my nipples." "I'm naughty, spank me." "Coffee, tea, or me?"

In about the fourth row from the back, I spotted my three co-workers, Kurt, Alex, and Neal. Holly leaned forward letting her tits dangle, while Kurt in the middle reached out and played with her. He was the first of the passengers to have a smile on his face while he groped my wife. Neal was in the aisle seat, and I watched helplessly as he inserted his middle finger into her pussy and rapidly finger fucked her. Alex also grabbed a tit and pulled on her nipple. Damn! Those bastards will tell EVERYBODY how they fondled my naked wife!

Holly continued up the aisle, repeating her lines to the passengers, and everybody getting their feels in, even some women. The takes that had earlier groped her had woken up and played with her tits, as did the old guy that had sat on the other side of Holly. And so did the two guys that had sat on either side of me.

The rear terrorist rushed things a bit as he got closer to the front, but most passengers managed to get their feels in. As Holly was deposited back at the front of the plane, the second terrorist had pulled out a beverage cart to get himself a pop. He pushed the cart into the aisle. He threw a blanket over the cans on top of the cart, grabbed Holly by the waist, picked her up, and dropped her butt on the cart. Holly squealed as the rear terrorist pulled her backwards, and laid her flat on her back on the cart, her legs dangling over the other edge. The second terrorist grabbed her hips, burrowed his head between her splayed legs, and began eating her muff. Holly squealed again, as the rear terrorist felt her tits as they sat up on her chest. The lead terrorist also reached over the cart and played with one of the tits, as Holly squirmed and writhed.

Suddenly, a dozen or more passengers leapt onto the bodies. They grabbed the weapons, and grabbed the terrorists. There was a momentary struggle, but once the weapons were extricated, the terrorists were far outnumbered, and were quickly overpowered by multiple men on each of them.

The flight attendants un-cuffed the air marshals, and untied the pilots. The air marshals then took control, using their cuffs on two of the terrorists and tying all four of their hands and feet. I was still tied up.

Through the flurry of activity in the aisles, Holly emerged, standing up, and milling about in a naked daze. Finally she seemed so snap out of it, and hurried to the front of the plane. At that time the pilot got on the intercom, and ordered everybody back to their seats for immediate landing. Holly was trying to get to her clothes when the bitchy stewardess ordered her back to her seat and gave her a push. Holly quickly reached down and managed to grab her blouse, skirt, and shoes, before she was nearly trampled by people scurrying to their seats. I saw her throw her blouse over her braless torso, pull her skirt over her bare butt, and quickly hop into her seat, holding her shoes.

Finally I got Scotty's attention, and had him untie my hands. By the time I got my pants back up, everybody else was back in their seat. The only open seat available was my original seat.

As we descended, I saw Holly, back across the aisle, putting on her shoes. Everybody was now leaning back and ready for landing. But I noticed many of the nearby men still looking over at Holly. And the takes had somehow managed to find more cuckold water. He was sloppy takes again, and running his hand up Holly's thigh. Holly made no attempt to combat him. She was just too physically and emotionally wasted.

So while we descended through the clouds, I watched the takes rub my wife's pussy under her skirt, and reach into her blouse and feel her tits. Holly looked over at me, with a defeated expression. I could only shrug my shoulders, and watch – again. And then the older bespectacled man in the aisle seat subtly rubbed her left tit with the back of his hand, and when Holly didn't say anything, he felt her tits, too.

When the plane hit the runway, the pilots immediately steered to a remote location away from gates. I could see fire trucks and other emergency vehicles with their lights on, waiting for us.

The plane came to a halt. The emergency exits were quickly opened, and the emergency chutes unfolded. There was a scamper for the exits. I was pushed into the aisle, ahead of Holly, and with the crowd surging forward I couldn't get to her. I slid down the emergency chute, landing roughly on the pavement, and looked back for Holly.

I spotted Holly standing at the exit, preparing to slide down. She tried to gingerly sit down and slide off, holding her skirt down. But the takes was right behind her, and he sat down behind her with his legs wrapped around her, and put his hands around her body, cupping her braless tits. As Holly slid down the chute, she reached up to fend off the hands on her tits. Her skirt flew up, exposing her naked pussy, her dark pubic hair easily detectable by everyone looking up. Her bare butt hit the chute, and her sticky flesh slowed her ascent. He pushed the takes off of her chest, and now her braless tits bobred freely in her sheer blouse. I heard a couple of guys, either passengers or emergency workers, whistle at her show. She landed hard, but was caught by two firemen at the bottom.

Before I could even get to her, Holly was grabbed by her arms by two big men in dark suits and sunglasses, led to a nearby sedan, and sped away. I was left milling around the tarmac with the rest of the passengers, in a daze.

I heard a familiar voice behind me. It was Kurt. I looked back. When he saw me looking, he slid his middle finger under his nose, and took a big whiff. "Mmm, that sure smells good." Alex and Neal laughed at his crude joke.

Neal looked over in my direction. "Coffee, tea, or me," he said, and all three of my co-workers laughed.

I had no idea when I'd see Holly again, or when we'd be free to go. But I figured that when we were free, the first thing I'd be doing is looking for a car to rent to drive us home.

THE END