les histoires de chrislebo

I didn't answer.

"Was her pussy loose?"

"Well, you see ... she ... ah ... "

"Tell me you bastard! Was her pussy loose?"

"No. It was nice and tight. You see, she does kegels regularly -- you know those pussy exercises that build up muscles. She does them in her office at work. She was doing them today, sitting at her desk, and when I caught her doing kegels, she winked at me."

"Oh my God! The bitch! The horny bitch! She's still got a tight pussy?"

I hesitated, then, "Yes."

"As tight as mine?"

"Well ... ah ... well ... "

"The bitch!" Betty was screaming now.

It was a long night. Question after question pried out of me every detail of the weekend of sex from fucking her to eating her pussy. Betty didn't cry, she was beyond that. She was pissed. She was shouting. And when I told her that BB liked to take it up the ass she just yelled at me, like it was my fault.

Finally, I embraced her lovingly. "Do you want to go to bed?"

She shook her head. "I don't think we'd better. You're all fucked out and I'm all upset. If something ... you know ... didn't go right ... you know ... then things might get worse than they already are."

I held her close and kissed her cheek.

"When do you take her out again?" Betty asked.

"Wednesday. Same routine I guess -- but a different restaurant. She said we'd finish early. Said it was a workday. Wait till the weekend she said."

"The bitch!"

"I'll call and cancel if you tell me too."

"And get fired?"

"What do you want me to do?"

"You know what I want you to do!"

"Say it Betty. You gotta say it. We're gonna get married next year. I don't want any doubt in either of our heads about what's going on here. I'll cancel if you want me to."

A deep sigh, then, "Fuck the bitch. Fuck her like she wants."

Betty had gotten very upset as she pried the story out of me in every detail. Now she just sat there with a stoic expression on her face.

Finally she said with a chuckle, "I doubt if you're gonna be able to fuck me till that predatory bitch gives your pecker a rest."

I laughed, helplessly, and in a moment Betty joined me. "I don't think she gets tired of guys after two or three months. I think they just die off from the exhaustion of fucking her the way she likes."

Not every weekend was like the first. She eased off a bit, gradually, and each weekend became once or twice a night plus an occasional date to a top restaurant. Things just slowed down gradually. Betty was wrong. We got some good nights in after BB's lust level got a little lower.

Then after a little over two months the invitations stopped coming and I got a big raise. I saw BB "doing" lunch with a young guy from accounting.

One night in bed, several months later, I said, "You think you'll be fucking that way when you're forty five?"

Betty laughed. "It won't do you any good if I am -- you won't be able to keep up the pace when you're forty-five! That's probably why she uses young guys."

"By the way," I asked innocently, "who were the two gals you said were interested in bending over for me in the supply room?"

"You bastard! You're lucky I didn't cut that damn thing off when you were fucking BB! You damn well better be joking! I'm gonna patrol that damn supply room."

Betty was happy. We were fucking regularly again. We were making marriage plans. My relationship to BB at work did not change at all. Professional all the way -- except doing her kegels -- she still winked at me when I caught her at it, sitting at her desk.

Our company was making money again. At least the west coast division was. It was because of the brilliant management of our new boss, BB Taylor. BB had been with us for a year and had been through four boyfriends. You see, BB is a cougar – a 45 year-old cougar, who could easily pass for thirty-two.

I had been her first cub after she took over and it was a real experience. She had fucked me hard, literally worn me out, for almost three months, during which time my fiancé, Betty, had fumed and fretted and suffered. It was Betty's only choice if I was to keep my job, because BB was known as "fuck 'em or fire 'em BB" and that's what she was. We'd already lost a young married guy who declined to service her.

BB was a superb executive, respected by the CEO and the Board of Directors. I had learned a lot about our business from her, working as her Assistant. A nice raise had helped Betty and me with our wedding plans and we had gotten married six months ago. My relationship to BB was now totally professional except for those few times she winked at me when I caught her doing her kegels sitting at her desk.

One evening as Betty was putting together my favorite meal, spaghetti and Chianti, the phone rang. It was Betty's good friend Bridget who had moved to the Delaware office two years ago.

After a brief hello-how-are-you, Betty listened intently and said "Oh my God!"

And then, "Oh my God," again.

"You just saw it on his desk?"

Betty looked at me with an excited smiled as she listened to Bridget.

"Oh my God!"

Then a minute later she said, "He won't say a word – not a word. I promise."

Betty hung up the phone and turned to me. "You deserve it! It's because you're good at what you do, not because you're a great fuck – although darling you are, of course, a really great fuck."

She had my attention. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"Bridget was in the CEO's office delivering some stuff and she saw a letter on his desk from BB Taylor with your résumé attached."

"I know nothing about it," I said, not knowing why BB would send my name to the CEO.

"BB is recommending you for the Director's position replacing the guy in the east coast division," Betty said.

"She didn't mention it to me," I responded.

"Well, Bridget sneaked a look at the letter and that's what it was."

"I'm too young! Not even thirty yet!"

"BB moved up the ladder fast," Betty said. "Maybe she thinks you have the goods to do the same thing."

"Well, the CEO will never approve a guy my age for that job."

I was wrong. A week later BB called me into her office and gave me the news. She said she had not talked to me about it because she didn't want to disappoint me if the CEO didn't follow her recommendation.

"Abe is going to present you to the Board for their approval at their next meeting a week from now. The east coast division is still losing money. A lot! I have convinced Abe that you are just the guy to set them straight. Abe is a tough, hard-nosed CEO and the Board will listen to him. It's as good as a done deal. My secretary will set up the reservations and we'll fly out there next week."

That night when I told Betty what BB had said, she was thrilled about me getting a new high-paying job, but then she chewed on her knuckle. She always did that when she was worried.

"You and BB are making the trip together?" Betty asked.

I knew what she was thinking. She was remembering all those times I had fucked BB last year.

"Oh, I don't think that will be a problem," I said.

"BB hasn't had a boyfriend since she dropped that kid in marketing," Betty said, suspiciously. "She's gotta be horny as a fuckin mountain goat."

I thought a moment. "Would you like to go along with me?"

Betty nodded. "Yes, I most certainly would."

The next day I casually mentioned to BB that I might take Betty along. BB started to laugh.

"Your wife has a naughty mind. But I must confess, the thought had occurred to me. Sure. Bring her along. She needs to start meeting the top brass anyway. It will be good for her. Besides, I found out after we did our thing last year that you were engaged. I figure your wife must be a patient, tolerant woman. And smart too. Very smart! I need to get to know her better."

We traveled in style - first class seats in a new triple-7 and the finest suite at the Four Seasons. It did not escape my notice that the suite had a big living room and two bedrooms – one with an oversized king bed – I think they called it an "Emperor."

That night we had dinner at a small, but very expensive, French restaurant. It was the first time Betty had seen BB in anything other than a business suit.

"Jesus!" Betty whispered to me the first chance she got. "You told me about her figure and how she dressed that first night, but I had no idea – simply no idea! My God! She's irresistible! And she's forty-five fucking years old! I wonder what I'm gonna look like when I'm forty-five. No wonder you got a hard on dancing with her!"

Betty just kept admiring BB and shaking her head. Then she looked around the dimly lit restaurant and saw a small dance floor and some musicians.

"Oh ****! Double ****! She's gonna want you to dance with her. You bastard! You're gonna get another hard on just like you did before!"

Betty was whispering but BB was reading her mind. "They have very romantic music here - soft and lovely. And your husband is such a wonderful dancer."

I thought Betty might get mad at that. But she didn't. She just smiled and said, "We can both enjoy dancing with him."

Betty was dressed in a very sexy party dress and seemed to be in competition with BB for my attention. The meal lived up to our expectations and the wine, French of course, was superb. After dinner a bottle of sauterne appeared on our table. It was a Château d'Yquem and was delicious – always the best for BB.

When the violins began to play, BB held out her hand and I led her onto the dance floor. She molded her body to mine, just as she had done so many times last year, and even with my wife, just a few feet away, looking at us, I felt my cock start to get hard. This was the same sexy lady I had fucked for almost three months last year and those memories flashed through my head like a porn video.

BB reached down, casually, and positioned my erection up against my belly and pressed her body against it, rubbing erotically. Betty was watching the whole thing. After several minutes BB danced me over close to our table and, reaching out, took Betty by the hand and led her into my arms so Betty and I could dance.

Betty pressed against me and, feeling my erection, whispered in my ear, "I told you so! You horny bastard! But it sure as hell feels good against my belly."

I danced with Betty and BB for the better part of an hour with my sexual arousal growing every minute and my erection throbbing. Then BB led us out to the limo for the ride back to our hotel. When we got in the back seat, she positioned me in the middle and both gals stroked my hard cock through my pants as we drove through the dark streets. What happened when we got back to the suite was inevitable.

They stripped me down first and then they stripped themselves and I got into that "Emperor" sized bed with two, beautiful, naked women.

"He's been building up a load for hours," said BB. "He's got enough for an Old Faithful."

"What's an Old Faithful?" Betty asked.

"Just follow my lead and I'll show you," said BB.

They laid me on my back and head to head they began to use their tongues on my chest and belly. Betty delivered some of the sexiest kisses she had ever given me and rubbed her tits all over my face when she moved back down again to tickle my belly with her tongue. BB worked down to my cock and balls where her tongue teased my dick with short swirls.

I was so desperate to come that I tried to grab her head to keep it on my dick but BB held my arms and said, "Tease him, Betty. If we tease him long enough, he'll show us an Old Faithful like you've never seen before."

They just kept on teasing me. I couldn't take it much longer. I'd had this hard on for over an hour. My rock-hard cock started to ache and my balls felt like they were going to explode. Then BB licked her finger and shoved it up my ass and started massaging my prostate. That was more than I could take. I felt my juices rising up at the base of my cock.

"Here he comes!" BB shouted and started laughing. My balls pulled up hard and aching in my scrotum and my dick just stood straight up, quivering and throbbing and pulsating, and then I began violently pumping big globs of cum in never ending spurts, high into the air, while both of them laughed hysterically and competed to catch this bonanza in their mouths. It was the biggest load I had ever pumped in my life and it seemed like it would never end.

When it was finally over and my dick got limp and drippy, I just lay there, completely exhausted, while the girls giggled.

BB said to Betty, "That's the way you do an Old Faithful. The trick is not letting him touch his dick and not sucking it or stroking it. Just tease him with your tongue and don't let him come too soon. Then, when he can't stand it any longer, massage his prostate to bring him off. That's the technique that gives him a big, ecstatic orgasm that is so delayed he thinks he's never gonna come until he feels your finger on his prostate."

"Jesus," said Betty, "that was fun. Let's take him dancing tomorrow night and do it again."

"That's not a good idea," said BB. "It's too rough on his balls. You should have felt how hard they were – like rocks pulled up in his scrotum. I know they were aching – the pain was getting to him - what did we call that in high school? Oh yeah – blue balls. Remember? We used to tease a guy till he couldn't stand it any more and then we laughed at him when he had to jack off."

"We can't torment his balls that way two days in a row. Next time we do it I'll show you how to do his prostate."

We three lay naked in bed with me in the middle, resting.

"You are a very lucky girl," said BB, talking to Betty across my chest. "Barry is a really great guy. Give him what he needs and don't screw it up. It will be too late to think about pumping your ass better when he's out fucking some little bitch who doesn't deserve him."

"I know how great he is," said Betty. "I'll take care of him. I just hope I can have a body like yours when I'm your age."

"You can if you work at it. Stay out of the sun – it kills your skin. Exercise your belly – that's the first to go. Don't gain an ounce on your thighs. And do your kegels! Do them every day – keep those pussy muscles strong. That keeps your pussy tight. Guys like a tight pussy. And always think about looking good for him."

Betty listened and nodded. This was not just good advice. It was advice from a forty-five year old who could pass for thirty-two. Betty was obviously gaining a new respect for BB.

"Walk around naked for him a lot. And wear your spikes when you do. He likes that. The first night I fucked him I got careless and started to walk away to mix him a ***** without wearing my spikes. He chewed me out. Told me to always wear my spikes and move my naked ass a little more like a slut when I walked. Good advice! I didn't forget it. Don't you forget it either! He deserves the best."

Betty listened. I thought she might get jealous when BB talked about fucking me, but she didn't. It was as though she figured BB knew as much about fucking as she did about running a business and Betty wanted to learn from her just as I had.

Betty and BB lay close to me, their naked bodies warm and soft. They talked about men and sex and orgasms and how difficult it was to find a really good man who could always please his woman. They laughed a lot. It was just as though I were not there listening to them talk.

I could tell that BB was getting more and more turned on lying next to me. She threw her leg over mine a moved her pussy up against my thigh. It was dripping wet. The bitch was really horny! Finally she looked at Betty with a kind of desperate look on her face.

Her voice was soft – almost pleading. "I need him Betty. I need him a lot. I haven't had a man in over a month. May I have him now?"

"Go ahead," said Betty. "You deserve him and maybe I can learn something."

BB moved down and started sucking my cock to get me hard. When I was erect she stroked it gently. Betty watched her closely.

"Jesus that's beautiful – big and beautiful. Oh God! Betty you don't know how lucky you are."

Then she mounted me and guided my cock into her. She began with slow, long strokes, leaning forward and supporting her body on her arms with her large breasts jiggling right over my face. I reached up to play with them and she moaned. It was just like the first time I fucked her. Cowboy had always been her favorite position.

Then her strokes got faster and harder until she was pounding me – her beaver slapping into my body rapidly. Sweat was dripping off her flopping tits onto my chest. She was working hard for her orgasm and her breathing became panting and then she began to grunt like an ****** as she approached her climax. Betty's eyes were frozen, staring at her face, watching as BB lost control completely.

BB began to tremble and then she collapsed on my body groaning and I felt her pussy start rhythmic, firm contractions on my cock. We had fucked this way many times before and I knew exactly what she wanted next – what always gave her a quick, second orgasm more powerful than her first.

I rolled her off of me roughly, and dominantly ordered her, "Spread your legs bitch! Spread 'em wide!"

Then I lifted her knees up to her shoulders, slammed my cock deep into her, and pounded her hard like I'd fuck a whore. It took less than a minute. It was exactly the same, every time I fucked her. I pumped my load deep into her and her second orgasm started.

She screamed, "Oh God! Yessss! Yessss! Use me! Take me! Anything you want!"

She was begging just like always as that big orgasm hit her and her strong pussy muscles contracted on my pumping cock. It was a long orgasm. Afterwards I stayed on top of her as we both panted for air and in a few moments, as she always did, she began to whimper and make soft helpless woman sounds.

Barely loud enough to hear she murmured, "Oh God I need it so! Use me any way you want! Whatever you want. Whenever you want it. I need it! Use me like your slut! Do it! Please use me!"

I looked over at Betty, only inches away from us, and she had a look of complete surprise and amazement on her face. I read her thoughts. She was wondering how could this powerful, dominant executive be reduced to such a weak, and helpless female - begging to be used – needing desperately to be used by a powerful man.

This was a part of BB's persona that I had never told Betty about. It was too embarrassing for me I suppose – like stripping BB naked for public ridicule. But Betty had seen it now and I could see that it had affected her deeply.

Both Betty and I pretended that we had seen nothing unusual – just a big orgasm. And BB did not pretend it was anything else. But I knew that Betty would never be jealous of BB again. She would profoundly respect BB's executive skills and envy her sexual knowledge and the perfection that she had retained in her physical body. But she would never envy that helpless need, only rarely fulfilled in BB's never-ending search for the lover of her dreams. Betty already had what BB could only dream of having.

The next morning I woke up with a hard on, laying between two, beautiful naked women. They giggled as four hands and two hot mouths made short work of it.

I lay in bed as they showered, remembering fucking Betty last night. BB had lubricated her finger and gone to work on my prostate saying that I needed a little something extra to get that third load out. Betty was always a good fuck, but last night was special somehow. She had pumped her ass like a slut and she made that familiar pussy feel new and especially user-friendly. I think BB was a good influence on her.

Just before noon, BB led us into a fancy boardroom filled with obviously important people. We met Abe, the CEO, and the members of the board plus a few of the big shareholders who often attended such meetings. BB, in a modest business suit, addressed the board, introducing me.

Then the fifteen minutes that might change my life. No slides. No notes. No microphone. It sounded like a casual review of proposed changes for the eastern division of our company. But there was nothing casual about it. BB and I had researched it very carefully, written it with precision, and I had memorized it with repeated deliveries to BB at the office and to Betty at home. There was something in it for every member of the board, and I looked directly at that member when I said what I knew he wanted to hear. It came off exactly as we had hoped.

After I finished, Abe thanked me. Betty and I left to return to the hotel. It was the first time we had been completely alone in two days.

"You were perfect," Betty said. "I know that speech as well as you do and you didn't miss a thing."

"They received it well," I said. "I could tell by their faces. Abe liked it. I don't know if you noticed it but, as we left, BB gave me a look that said I had done what she wanted."

Betty smiled. "I think you'll get the job, but either way I love you. I've got something BB doesn't have. I've got you. BB's right. I've got to be sure I never lose you. If there's ever anything I'm not doing right, you just tell me baby, and I'll fix it."

"I love you too darling and I think you are as close to perfect as a wife can get. Except ... well ... maybe you might work a little harder on your kegels."

Betty laughed, "You bastard! I knew you'd say that."

Then she looked serious for a moment. "BB's in love with you, you know that. You're the man she's been searching for, all these years. You are as smart in business as she is – just younger and less experienced. And making love? Making love you are the answer to all of her fantasies. But she knows that with the age difference and the way you love me, nothing could possibly come of her love for you except pain for all three of us."

I thought about that for a moment. "Maybe. Maybe she is in love with me, but I could never leave you."

"BB knows that too."

We were sitting in the suite when BB arrived several hours later. She had a big smile on her face.

"Congratulations Mr. Director," she said. "It was unanimous. You start in two weeks."

BB uncorked a bottle of Chablis and poured three glasses. We talked about moving to the east coast and where to live and how exciting it would be to start my new job.

Then BB said sadly, "Well, I guess we'll be headed back tomorrow."

There was a long pause and then Betty said, "Why don't we stay over and make it a long weekend. This is such a nice suite and that Emperor bed is really great. A few extra days would be very relaxing."

I looked at BB's face. Her mouth opened slightly and her breathing became heavier. It was obvious she was turning on, thinking about having several days of sex.

Betty saw the same thing in her face and smiled. "The board meets here every month and this is such a nice hotel. Why don't we make it a long weekend every month? What do you think about that BB?"

BB looked at Betty and, regaining some of her composure, she said, "You're a very confident wife. Not many wives would be so generous."

"It's not generosity," Betty said, with all the confidence in the world. "It's just common sense. I've got a lot to learn from you and so does Barry. Besides, I have nothing to worry about. I've got the key to your cookie jar."

Both ladies looked at me when Betty said "cookie jar."

Then BB laughed. "And what a wonderful cookie jar he is – for both of us."

Betty laughed with her. Then BB got as serious as I had ever seen her.

"You saw what he did to me," said BB, softly, as though stripping her soul naked. "You're the only woman who has ever seen it. And damn few men have seen it. But Barry does that to me every time he fucks me. He reduces me to a helpless, whimpering, begging, little bitch. He could do anything to me – even slap me around if he wanted to and I'd take it. There's not a man in the world who'd dare try that with me, but Barry could."

She paused and looked down as though revealing her secrets had been difficult and humiliating.

"I'd do anything for him. He could even take a strap to my ass and I'd bend over and take it if it gave him pleasure."

"I wanted to take a strap to your ass last year when you were fucking him," said Betty. "I was so jealous that I couldn't stand it. I knew he enjoyed fucking you. He even said you were a great fuck. But he kept on loving me and he stayed with me."

"He stayed because he belongs to you. I know he'll never leave you," BB said, softly, with certainty. "But I still need him. You've seen how much I need him."

Betty nodded. "We both need him."

"You have to take care of him, you know," BB said. "You've seen the way some of the gals at the office look at him."

"I know," said Betty. "There are a couple of gals in accounting who can't keep their eyes off of him."

"I've seen them," chuckled BB. "Especially that little blond bitch who wears those tight miniskirts, showing off her ass. You've seen her?"

"Yeah, I've seen her," said Betty.

"She wears her skirts so tight you can see her panty line," said BB. "One day I saw her walk by me and follow Barry into the supply room. I couldn't see a panty line, so I think her panties were in her purse. I figured she was up to something, so I went into the supply room and started looking at file cards. That horny bitch kept bending over getting stuff out of a bottom file drawer, with her skirt riding up showing Barry her thighs and ass."

"She does have a nice ass," said Betty.

"Not as good as yours," said BB. "Anyway, I didn't know about you then and I had last fucked Barry on Monday morning and this was Friday. I figured he had a full load on board and I was looking forward to getting it that night. And here was this horny little bitch wanting to bend over and take it from him right there in the supply room."

"She probably would have too if you hadn't been in the room with them," said Betty.

"Yeah," BB nodded. "You can't blame him. A five-minute quickie in a closet to pump a load he'd been building up for the better part of a week. You just can't let a guy like this go that long without pussy, or at least a BJ."

They were talking about me as though I were not sitting there listening to every word. I didn't even remember the day in the supply room she was talking about.

"I don't remember that," I said.

BB laughed out loud. "He probably doesn't! That horny little bitch was trying to give him a hard on. I was scared shitless she was gonna steal a load I wanted to get that night. And this bastard was only thinking about finding the right file folder for his presentation that afternoon!"

"Anyway," BB continued, "I stayed there until Barry finished getting what he wanted and left the room. That bitch gave me a dirty look, like she figured I had kept her from getting into his pants. I'll bet that pussy was dripping! She came close to showing it to him. And she's not the only one who wanted him. Jesus, Betty, he's a great fuck. There'll be more bitches like that in the east coast office. I'm telling you Betty, you gotta take care of him."

Betty smiled. "We can both take care of him. Let's not go out to dinner tonight. Let's order in. Would you like that BB?"

BB's face went slack again – her sexual desire was obvious. "Can I have him now?"

"Let's see if he wants it," said Betty.

Betty unzipped my fly and found my cock was hard and standing at attention.

"I think he wants it."

BB dropped to her knees and grabbed my cock. "Look at this monster," she said. "Isn't it beautiful? "

"And he knows how to use it," said Betty.

BB sucked my cock for a few minutes and then got up and started taking off her business suit. She had a very sexy bra and garter belt underneath, but no panties. Her big curly haired beaver hid her pussy except for the tip of her clit, which was already getting hard.

I finished my glass of wine in a single swallow. I needed energy. I needed fluids. I was going to have more pussy than I could handle for a very long weekend. Some days you just get lucky.

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The Biker Bar


A few guys started calling it a "biker bar" but I hated that name. I didn't even like it called a bar. I had a pizza café with a nice bar. I served really great pizza. I had a good group of regular customers. Customers came from miles around, some in groups that had their special nights each week. The "Thursday night group" was about a dozen guys from a gated community further north. The "Monday night group" was a blue-collar bunch from our neighborhood. I had a nice quiet place, until some bikers showed up one Saturday night and just sorta took over.

I didn't think much of it until they came back a week later. They behaved themselves – not rowdy or loud, you understand. But they just had that look. You know, people were scared of them. I know I was sure scared. I served them, of course, and I was nice. But, I kept wishing they wouldn't come back. But they did. Every Saturday night for a month. And when they got there the other folks just left. Some saw the bikes outside and never came in. Some even left after they had placed their order, leaving money on the table to cover it. People were scared.

I knew, I just knew, that sooner or later something bad was gonna happen. I just didn't know what it would be. Well, it did. And it was worse than I could have imagined. It was another Saturday night like before and about a dozen bikers show up with a half dozen gals. They park their bikes in front and order pitchers of beer and a dozen of my special large pizzas. "Spread 'em out" they said, meaning not all at the same time. Like before, my regular customers paid up and left, or decided not to order and left, or put down some money to cover what they had ordered and left. Then there was just me and my cook and the bikers.

It started like the previous Saturday nights. But when it changed, it changed so fast it was hard to keep up with what was happening. I was back in the kitchen when it started. I heard some shouting and some breaking glass and some chairs falling on the floor and I ran back into the restaurant. It was all over by the time I got there. I looked around the room and I almost went into shock.

There were four bikers on the floor ***********. A couple more were laying on the floor holding their hands over ******** wounds in their arms. The rest were holding their hands in the air in the classic position of surrender. The gals were sitting there staring at the floor. Over a dozen guys, obviously bikers that I had never seen before, had taken over the room with chains in their hands or switchblades. And one had snub nose revolver.

I put the situation together in an instant. A rival biker gang had hit my place suddenly and knifed or chain-clobbered half the guys and cowered the rest. One guy seemed to be in charge. He walked over to me and started talking in a calm voice that had a lot of authority.

"Okay mister. You got nothing to worry about. Don't call anybody. If the cops show up you're dead. Keep on serving the pizza and beer, just like nothing has happened. We got somebody outside to discourage any customers. We'll be an hour or so, and then we'll be gone. You got that?"

I nodded. "I got it. I'm not gonna cause you any trouble."

I went back in the kitchen and told my cook what was happening and told him to keep cooking and not call anybody. There were two large pizzas ready to serve so I cut them into slices and took them out. The new biker gang had helped themselves to the beer and now they picked up slices of hot pizza from the two trays.

"Damn good pizza!" Said the boss biker, who was called Zack by the others. "You got more coming?"

"Yeah," I answered. "There'll be a couple every fifteen minutes or so."

I looked around. The intruders had tied up the other bikers using plastic ties on their hands and feet. Even the ones that were *********** were tied up. The guys with the knife wounds were off to the side in chairs with a couple of guards. One guy that I recognized as the boss of the gang that frequented my place was tied to one of the columns that ran down the center of the room. He was glaring back at his rivals, openly defiant.

"Where's his woman?" Zack asked. And a shapely biker gal, blond with prominent boobs was dragged from a chair to face him.

"You belong to Rex?" Zack asked.

She hawked up saliva from her throat and spit in his face. Zack wiped his face with the back of his hand and laughed. Then he walked around her looking her body up and down from both sides and nodding.

"Strip the bitch. Let's see what she's got."

She struggled but with three guys pulling and cutting and tearing her clothes off she had little chance. In no time at all she was down to panties and bra.

"Let me finish her," said Zack. He walked over to her taking out his switchblade and cutting the strap connecting the cups of her bra in front. As it fell away he cupped her very large, creamy white breasts in his hands and played with them.

"Nice tits," he said.

Rex struggled with the guys holding him against the column. "You filthy bastard," he shouted.

Zack casually turned and looked at Rex. "Spread his legs," he commanded and the guys holding him obeyed. When they spread his legs, Zack, without saying a word, walked over and kicked Rex in the groin with his booted foot. The pain must have been excruciating. Rex couldn't even cry out. He groaned, arms struggling to protect his testicles and he collapsed. He would have fallen to the floor but his arms tied to the column held him up. His face was contorted in agonizing pain.

Zack turned back to the girl. He took his switchblade and cut the thin straps of her bikini panties and jerked them off leaving her naked.

"Nice," he said looking at the naked girl. She stood proudly, shoulders back, tits standing out firm, flat belly, and thick hairy beaver.

"Fuck you! You bastard!" She shouted defiantly at Zack.

"No honey, it's the other way round. We're gonna fuck you. I'm gonna let the boys loosen you up before I take my turn. You'll be a little more tame and a little bit sore when I fuck you."

He turned and started giving orders. "Take care of those ******** – I don't want anybody dead that doesn't have to be. Make sure the others are tied up tight – I don't want anybody to get loose and cause trouble. Tell Lenny outside that nobody comes in here."

Then he turned to the five girls sitting there. "Okay gals. Listen up. You can stay with your guys or go with us. Your choice. We can always take on a few extra bitches. Rex's boys are finished anyway and we'll probably pick up a couple of them before very long, maybe even tonight. You wanna ride with us, just get outside with Lenny. You really don't wanna see what's gonna happen in here."

Three of the girls got up and walked outside. The other two stayed where they were for a moment and then, pointing to two of the wounded guys, they got up and walked over to help bandage their wounds.

"You found a place?" Zack asked one of the guys that had been holding Rex's girl Patti.

"Yeah," the guy answered. "We put some pads from the seats on the floor in back."

"Okay guys take her back there and fuck her. I want her well used and tame when I dip my wick. Now lets take care of this asshole Rex."

Zack walked over to where Rex was tied to the pillar. He was hanging by his arms almost on the floor, his face covered with sweat and he was obviously in severe pain from the hard kick Zack had delivered to his testicles.

"Get him on his feet. Tie him if you have to. I want him standing up when I do it. Cut his clothes off him. I want the bastard naked. He's caused me enough trouble over the past couple of years and I'm gonna fix him so he'll be harmless in the future."

His men followed his orders and trussed Rex up in a standing position, tied securely to the column. Then they began to cut off his clothing. In minutes he was standing there naked. He was a muscular young man with a hairy chest and he stood proudly looking defiantly at his captor, in spite of his obvious pain.

The cook brought out anther couple of pizzas and I put them in reach of the bikers. Then I filled some more pitchers with beer. When I went to the back of the restaurant I saw a small group of guys surrounding a couple, fucking on the floor. Some pads from bench seats were arranged on the floor and one of the guys was fucking Patti and several were standing around watching and waiting their turn. She must have resisted at first because her face was bruised and ********, but now she just laid there and took it.

When I looked down at her, one of the guys turned to me. "This is the third guy. I'm next. She's quit fighting now. She's just laying there. Must have been good pussy once. She's really built. Jeeze! Look at those tits. The boss wants her well used when he fucks her. She's Rex's woman and Rex has been a lot of trouble for Zack."

I felt sorry for this poor girl. But I told myself she was a biker girl, not some innocent virgin. She chose this life. When I went back to the main room Zack was taunting Rex. Laughing at him. Then he reached down and grabbed his testicles. Standing eye to eye with him he started to squeeze. Rex seemed determined not to show pain. His face was frozen in a determined look of hate for his tormentor and he was gritting his teeth. But I knew he had no chance – no chance at all. Zack squeezed him slowly ever tighter and I could see Rex tremble as he tried to control his pain, which must have been intolerable. I could see the pride – the defiance, but I knew he would lose and when he did, Zack would laugh at him.

The scream, when it came, was horrible. Rex had held out as long as he could but the end was inevitable. He gasped for air and screamed and collapsed into ***********ness, held up only by the plastic ties that bound him to the column.

"I have waited a long time to hear that scream," said Zack. "Tough man. Yeah, a big tough man. But, did you hear that scream? Now I'm gonna hear him beg. I want to hear the bastard beg. Wake him up!"

One of the guys picked up a pitcher of beer and poured the full pitcher on the *********** Rex. He slapped him in the face a few times and then they lifted him up and tied him more securely in a standing position. Rex looked frantically around the room, as if looking for help, but then stared at Zack once more and that look of hatred and defiance returned to his face.

Zack laughed. Then he reached down again, slowly, and grabbed Rex's testicles and started to squeeze. Rex met his eyes. Still defiant. "Fuck you!" He said.

"You got it wrong. Just like your bitch. Patti is the one gettin' fucked. We're gang banging her now and when my boys are finished with her I'm gonna fuck her myself. After I finish with your balls, I'm gonna fuck your woman. But first, I'm gonna squeeze your balls and make you beg."

Turning to his guys he said, "When he begs, I'll stop and let him rest a while. Now watch the bastard beg."

He didn't beg. And Zack just kept squeezing his testicles harder. He didn't hold out as long as before. The pain must have been unbearable and he screamed again. It was the same horrible scream of pain and anguish, but his bindings prevented his collapse. His head dropped on his chest, as blessed *************** brought relief. Zack let go of his testicles and smiled. He motioned to a guy with a pitcher of beer who threw the beer in Rex's face and slapped him back to consciousness.

"I've got all night. He's gonna beg." Zack looked Rex directly in the eye. "You're gonna beg you bastard. I'm gonna hear you beg."

I felt guilty somehow, watching what was happening but I couldn't tear myself away. I knew that Rex would break, sooner or later. This was agonizing pain that no human being could possibly tolerate. He would break. He had to break. Incredibly Rex tolerated the pain a third time. But this time only briefly. Again he was awakened with beer thrown into his face.

The next time Zack took hold of Rex's testicles he finally broke down, babbling incoherently, whimpering, and begging him to stop. Saying "please" and anything else he could think of to avoid that pain again. It was pathetic. Pitiful. But it was the inevitable outcome.

"God, I wanted to hear that. I been wantin' to hear that bastard beg me. And he did! I oughta cut his balls off, but I won't. Okay guys. Squeeze 'em a little – have your fun with him. Hey Buddy – you go first – remember that beating he gave you."

The guy who had been throwing beer in Rex's face set the pitcher down and walked up to Rex, a look of hate on his face. He reached down and grabbed Rex's swollen testicles and when Rex started babbling and begging he just kept on squeezing until the horrendous pain caused Rex to collapse *********** again. All the guys were laughing and taking turns punishing him. By now, the slightest touch to his swollen testicles caused him to scream.

Zack watched a few minutes. "That gal of his has had her last fuck from this bastard for while. His balls are gonna be in a sling for a long time. And he's not gonna be mounting a bike any time soon. His boys will be gone by the time he can." He laughed.

The cook brought out more pizza for the bikers. Jesus, I thought. I'll never forget this night. The bikers were ******** beer and eating pizza and laughing at the most ungodly, insufferable torment I have ever seen. Patti in the back must be on her tenth biker by now and I'm watching this whole disgusting thing live.

Zack was laughing softly, watching what his guys were doing to Rex. Rex was standing there tied to the column, hanging there would be a better description, head down, helpless awaiting his captors will. His defiance was gone. His pride was gone. He was begging and whimpering constantly. He was hoarse from screaming. His testicles were swollen to more than twice their normal size, and so exquisitely sensitive to even the slightest touch that torturing him was easy. His enemies were laughing at his helplessness.

"Looks like he's about ready for it now," Zack said. "Cut him down and take him over to that table. Buddy, you want to do him?"

They cut the plastic ties holding Rex and carried him over to a table, kicking the chairs away. Throwing him onto the table on his belly, they used plastic ties to bind his arms to the table on one side and spread his legs and bound them to two table legs on the other. When he was spread-eagled and helpless Zack watched as Budy opened a bottle of beer and dumped the contents on the floor. Then he stepped up to Rex he began to twist the mouth of the bottle into Rex's anus, slowly working it in deeper.

"Way to go Buddy," said Zack. "Shove it up his ass."

I watched in horror as the bottle was gradually pushed into Rex deeper and deeper until the thick part of the bottle began to stretch his anus wide. I thought that Rex was beyond the point of feeling more pain, but he began a hoarse grunting and as the full thickness of the bottle entered his anus he screamed hoarsely and frantically moved his body in a futile effort to escape. When almost the entire bottle had been shoved into him, Buddy stepped back and walked around to look at Rex's pain racked face – distorted now beyond recognition.

"Cut his guys loose and get 'em over here," said Zack. "I want 'em to look at the guy they thought was a real tough boss."

When this was done and Rex's bikers surrounded their helpless boss, Zack said, "Any of you guys want to quit this bum and work for me, I'll take you on."

Then laughing he said, "Anybody else want to shove something up his ass just go right ahead. Hell, you can fuck him if you want to! I'm gonna go back there and fuck his bitch. She ought to be about ready for it now."

The cook waved his hand to get my attention and I walked over to the bar. He asked me if he should start some more pizza and I told him I thought our guests would be departing shortly. I was right. In a few minutes Zack returned from the back zipping up his fly, followed by two of his bikers who had the naked Patti supported between them barely conscious, with a large amount of ****** seminal fluid dripping down both thighs to below her knees.

Zack gave orders to get both groups of bikers organized and out of the restaurant. They cut Rex's bindings and two bikers with his arms around their shoulders carried him out front, naked and semiconscious, ***** dripping from his anus and running down his legs. Some of the gals were going to drive with wounded guys on the back of their bikes. Before I realized what was happening I was standing there alone with Zack, listening to the bikes drive off outside.

"You'll probably want to call the cops," Zack said, "but don't do it right away. After an hour or so. You understand? Okay?"

I nodded. I had had my fill of bikers and I was not going to piss this guy off. With any luck my Saturday night regulars were not going to be disturbed by bikers in the future. Only an hour, but the whole thing seemed surrealistic – like a horrible nightmare. But it was over now.

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The Slut Procedure


The blonde took the helping hand of the security officer and stepped out of the limo. Laura looked absolutely stunning in a pair of tight jeans, made specifically for her well maintained body. They sat low on her hips, ensuring that any man who stopped to admire her ass would be treated to the occasional glimpse of her tiny pink thong.

She was twenty-one years old and looked like an almost identical copy of her trophy-wife ******, except for her slightly smaller chest. Laura's C cup breasts, though smaller than her ********, were presented wonderfully by a lacy white push up bra under a well fitted white blouse that accentuated her cleavage.

Had her ****** not chosen to have breast enlargement surgery years ago they might have been confused for sisters.

Laura gave her bodyguard a smile and then turned to enter the very busy mall.

Today she was planning to do some damage. She had just gotten into a fight with her ****** over a party she wanted to have on his private yacht. He had the audacity to refuse her request and a loud argument had ensued.

Finally he had grown tired and dismissed her with a wave of his hand. She knew at this point there was nothing she could do to change his mind. Furious she stormed out of his office. It was at this point that one of her ******'s golden retrievers had the unfortunate luck to have been ******** in the hall.

Enraged Laura gave it a swift kick, causing the ****** to yelp and then whine as it struggled to get away as fast as it could. Her ****** heard the commotion and quickly realized what she'd done.

"That's it! You ungrateful bitch. I'm taking away your convertible!"

Laura stormed out of the house and called for one of her ******'s cars to take her to the mall.

She was determined to make sure his credit card statement communicated her displeasure. She stopped in one store after another. Her ******'s security team followed behind at a respectable distance.

She had already managed to accumulate over $7,000 in purchases in just under an hour when she came across her favourite lingerie store. Her attention was immediately captured by a silk night gown. She found her size and made her way to the back of the store to try it on.

Laura admired herself in the mirror; it was a perfect fit and playfully accentuated her tight ass and firm chest. She took it off hesitantly; the silk had felt fantastic on her naked nipples. She redressed and checked her outfit in the mirror before opening the door.

The dressing room area seemed oddly empty. There were no sales associates folding clothes or standing by to assist her. In fact the small hallway was empty except for a man in his early twenties sitting on a bench flipping through a copy of Cosmopolitan magazine.

Laura gathered the night gown under her arm and headed for the front of the store. Her path took her past the man sitting on the bench. He stood and smiled at her as she approached. She thought nothing of it until he reached out to block her way.

She stopped in her tracks and raised her eyes to meet his. He was now staring at her coldly.

"Trust me, this isn't a very smart move." She snapped at him. She tilted her head to the side and placed a hand on her hip.

He slowly pulled a gun from the waistband of his pants and gestured towards the emergency exit.

"We'll see about that."

Laura's eyes searched desperately for her security team as he roughly led her toward the exit. She was sure that they'd be all over him once the door alarm sounded.

Her hopes crashed when she noticed that the emergency door had been propped open already and the alarm disabled. He pushed her through the door into a loading dock. She gasped as she noticed the motionless uniformed body of one of her ******'s guards on the floor.

She didn't have much time to look as the man hustled her to the loading gate. She decided that it would be a good time to negotiate with her captor. Her ****** was a wealthy man, she was sure they could work something out. She was about to turn to speak to the man when she felt a sharp pain at the back of her head -- then, her world went black.

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Laura was roughly lifted out of the van by a pair of strong hands. She tried to scream but her cries were muffled by the gag firmly attached between her lips. Her small body was thrown easily over the shoulder of her captor, the sudden contact between her ribs and his broad shoulders knocked the wind from her lungs and she gasped desperately for air.

The hood made it impossible to tell what time of day it was but Laura guessed that it was quite early in the morning as the air was cool and damp. She shivered, her long smooth legs were covered in goose bumps and her nipples responded by becoming hard.

Adrenalin coursed through her arteries providing some relief from the throbbing pain spreading through her chest.

Her captor carried her down a staircase into a warmer room before unceremoniously dumping her on the ground. She struggled hopelessly and painfully against the bonds as her captor's steps retreated from the room and he closed the noisy metal door behind him.

Laura struggled for half an hour after he left, desperately hoping to loosen one of her restraints. Exhausted, and wrapped in darkness by the heavy hood, she eventually fell into a light *****.

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The door's noisy hinges woke Laura. She had no idea how long she had been asleep; her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of footsteps entering the room. She lay silently, shuddering in fear as the steps approached her prone body and stopped. Laura held her breath.

She could hear the fabric of his pants creasing as he crouched down in front of her. Slowly he untied the rope and removed the hood covering her head.

Laura's eyes blinked rapidly as she struggled to adjust to the bright fluorescent lights in the room. A few inches away crouched a man in his early thirties, not the same man from the store. His hair was kept in a military cut giving him a menacing appearance. Under normal circumstances Laura might have found his deep green eyes and firm jaw handsome. He evaluated her with an almost clinical stare before allowing his eyes to meet her own.

"I'm going to remove the gag now." He spoke very slowly and calmly. "If you start screaming, I'll knock you out. Do you understand?"

Laura believed he would hurt her. She nodded her head in understanding.

He reached behind her and loosened the gag until she could push it out of her mouth with her tongue. Then he used his strong arms to lift her upper body and prop it against the wall, so that she was sitting facing him.

Wordlessly he then stood up and left the room. He didn't close the door behind him and Laura briefly considered her options for escape. Her wrists and ankles were still bound tightly. She could scream, but she still believed that if she made a noise the man would return and make good on his threat.

He entered the room again a few moments later carrying a small tray; he set it down on the floor beside her. Laura glanced over and couldn't help becoming excited at the sight of the food, just a few pieces of fruit, an energy ***** and what looked like a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. She had no idea how long she had slept but she was starving.

He drew a knife from his belt and readjusted himself so that he could access her arms. He jammed the cold steel blade against her wrists and quickly sawed through the cable tie.

"Eat your food and don't do anything stupid."

Laura nodded and rubbed her sore wrists. He left the room again and Laura took the opportunity to quickly eat the food. It wasn't the gourmet fare she was accustomed to, but it hit the spot. Once the tray was empty except for the well picked pit of an apple, Laura's thoughts returned again to escape.

She used her freed hands to examine her ankles. The cable tie was so tight that it was digging into her skin and reducing her circulation. The man had not left any cutlery with her meal so she had no way of cutting the tie, and it would be impossible to slide the cable over her feet - it was too tight.

The man re-entered the room, Laura withdrew her hands from her ankles as if they'd been burnt. If he had noticed, he didn't give her any indication. He walked toward her and she noticed he had brought a digital camera with him.

Saying nothing, he stopped a few feet away from her and began to take pictures. First of her body propped against the wall, and later zooming in on her face. Confused Laura sat silently, staring back at the camera with a stricken look.

Finally he stopped and reviewed the pictures he'd taken on the camera's small screen. Apparently satisfied he turned off the camera and left the room. He re-entered the room only a moment later and walked quickly towards her. Laura raised her hands to cover her face, fearing he was about to strike her, she felt a sharp sting in her bicep.

Panicked she quickly shifted her attention to her arm, which to her horror had been stuck with a large needle. He very quickly pushed the plunger releasing a bluish liquid from the syringe into her ***********.

Laura's face turned to his eyes, pleading for information. He said nothing and expertly pulled the needle from her arm.

Laura covered the wound with her hand, her brain flooded her body with adrenalin, ***** pounded in her ears. She felt herself growing dizzy, her breathing harder to control, then darkness. Her eyes slowly closed and her body slumped limply against the wall.

The man disposed of the empty needle in a bin outside the door then returned to check on the girl. Her breathing had slowed but her pulse felt strong. She was ***********, the **** having taken affect quickly.

He roughly removed the sandals from her feet and then set to work cutting the cable tie from her ankles, the restraint left a bruise that would fade in time. Next he cut the fitted white blouse, wasting no time on the buttons. It took several cuts but he managed to remove it without cutting her skin.

Then he turned his attention to her jeans. He first unbuttoned the crotch to allow for more space to insert his knife between her smooth skin and the denim. In a few quick motions he split one of the legs allowing him to easily pull her leg out. It didn't take long to similarly slice the other side.

Laura sat *********** now before him in only her lacy push up bra and a small pink thong that covered only the bottom half of her landing strip. He pulled the thong's elastic waist band roughly towards him before severing it with the sharp blade.

He was more careful with the bra but in a few moments it joined the rest of her destroyed clothing on the floor.

He stood to admire his work. She was definitely a hot piece of ass, he very briefly considered using her body quickly for his own release, but then he remembered what happened to the last guy who had spoiled the boss' merchandise. He gently picked up the naked young woman and carried her out of the room and down the hall.

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"They stormed the warehouse. Adams and Michaels are dead. McIntyre took the jeep and broke through the perimeter but we haven't heard from him yet. S.W.A.T. is still crawling all over the place."

"Thank for the update... Give me a call if you hear from McIntyre, or if there are any other developments." Edward hung up the phone. He was surprised by the old man's stupidity. Of course he wouldn't have had his hostage at the drop off point. And no intelligent criminal would ever send men to pick up the cash who knew the real whereabouts of the hostage.

It was very stupid and it would cost the young woman her life. Well at least the life that she recognized.

Picking up the phone Edward dialled the number for the safe house.

"Hello?"

"Hello Frank." Edward spoke calmly.

"Yes sir?"

"The police were all over the drop. Take the girl to the lab and leave her there."

"Yes sir."

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Robert woke from his nap to the sound of the buzzer ringing. He sat up abruptly in his seat and swivelled to face the security monitors on his desk. Edward had called and told him to expect a delivery. The truck at the front gate looked like Frank's truck.

He used a joystick device to zoom and focus the night vision camera until he could confirm that Frank was driving, and that he was alone in the front of the truck. Robert reached for the switch that would open the exterior gate to the compound.

The truck idled while Frank waited for the gates to open completely before driving inside. The gates began to close behind him as soon as he drove past.

The truck pulled into a large garage before coming to a stop. Frank stepped out of the vehicle and waited patiently until Robert appeared at a door nearby.

"Got a present for me do you?" Robert strode towards the man, grinning from ear to ear.

"She belongs to Edward until you deposit the payment." He responded stoically.

"Yes, yes I know. You knew what I meant." Robert's face fell into a scowl.

Both men turned and walked to the back of the truck. Frank pulled a key from his jacket and unlocked the compartment, pushing the sliding door up to reveal Laura's barely conscious form.

She was naked but wrapped in a warm blanket and lay on the floor of the truck. Her movements were slow and suppressed by the effects of the ****.

"You fetch her and I'll grab a chair." Robert turned to collect a wheelchair from a corner of the garage. Frank climbed into the container and gathered the small woman in his arms before jumping from the truck.

Robert manoeuvred the chair while Frank carefully placed her inside.

Satisfied that the ******* woman was secure in the seat, Frank turned to Robert.

"Think you can handle it from here?"

"How much does she weigh?" Robert asked.

"Not much, maybe 115lbs?"

"No worries, I can handle that."

Frank nodded his head and climbed back into the truck. The engine sputtered to life and he backed it out of the garage and back into the dark night.

Robert watched the truck disappear down the driveway and pressed a button to open the gate for him. He pressed the button again to close it once Frank and his truck had safely disappeared.

He turned to Laura lying motionless in the wheelchair.

"Well then, let's get started with you then shall we?"

Laura's body was incapable of responding. Robert swung around behind her and pushed the wheelchair deeper into the building.

It took several minutes to navigate the various hallways of the facility before they arrived in a large room filled with equipment. At the centre of the room was a large contoured medical table surrounded by mechanical machines and computers.

With a little bit of struggling Robert managed to pick up Laura's limp body and place it atop the table. He pulled the blanket from her frame and threw it over the wheelchair.

A quick jab with a syringe and she was again knocked completely ***********.

Laura now lay naked on top of the table. Robert was busy moving around her body attaching various cuffs and wires. After several minutes she was completely restrained by her wrists ankles, hips and forehead. Monitoring sensors had been affixed to her chest and above her heart.

Robert took a step back to admire his latest acquisition. She was quite beautiful and in fantastic shape.

Robert began to very thoroughly measure the prone body on the table; carefully writing down each measurement on his notepad until he was satisfied he had all of the metrics he would need.

Robert traded the notepad for a piece of equipment on a nearby desk, it resembled a large syringe but instead of a repository for administering a fluid the hammer was actually a mass off complicated electrical equipment. The plunger was itself a USB port.

Robert spent several moments sterilizing the needle with an anti-septic solution before approaching Laura from behind.

This was the hard part. Robert had gotten better with each attempt, but even after years of practice, seven out of every ten subjects didn't survive. He took a deep breath and then slowly inserted the needle in the soft area where the spinal column meets the skull. The needle penetrated her cerebellum.

It was at this point that he had to be careful not to insert the needle too deeply. Robert stopped and held his breath. Her heart monitor was elevated and her breathing had increased, but so far the connection seemed like a success. She was still alive. He breathed a sigh of relief. Robert hated getting rid of bodies.

He placed the needle into a mount that would ensure that it did not move and cause any damage. Then carefully he attached a cord to the USB connection on the end of the device.

Satisfied that the connection was secure he moved to the computer equipment in the corner of the lab. Robert took a seat in front of the monitor and quickly typed in his access codes.

The monitors came to life and illuminated his face with a soft glow. Robert glanced again at her vital sign monitors while he waited for his custom built application to load. Her body's stress levels seemed elevated but well within the limits he'd established for success in the past.

The program now fully loaded, Robert painstakingly reviewed the settings. He grinned to himself as he entered her measurements from the notepad and adjusted the program values until he was finally satisfied with the results. Robert paused to take a deep breath and then dramatically pressed the button to launch the program.

The equipment in the lab hummed to life. Energy pulsed through the components as the system began to calibrate and interpret the commands from the software program. The first of many electric pulses shot through the connection between the computer's bio-interfacing system and the needle in Laura's brain, eliminating or over-writing twenty-one years of experiences and memories.

Everything that was Laura, with the exception of her physical shell, was being systematically modified based on the parameters Robert had decided upon in his program.

She wasn't the first by far. Robert had improved the procedure over dozens of attempts. Some of which had been fantastic successes. There was still much he didn't understand but by now most of the major problems had been worked out.

Satisfied that the first part of the procedure was well underway, Robert pressed a few keys to authorize the next step. She was an absolutely gorgeous woman, but for this experiment he was looking for growth.

Another piece of equipment in the ceiling flickered to life. Slowly two mechanical arms descended to the table stopping just two inches from her chest. The machinery spent several moments calibrating, then two needles slowly emerged from the mechanical arms, each hovering over a breast.

Slowly the machine descended, the needles slipped gently through the flesh of the *********** woman. The machine stopped for several minutes before coming back to life and beginning to pump a yellowish substance into each breast.

Its job complete, the machinery retreated from the table, the needles slipped from the *********** woman's breasts. As they slipped out small drops of the fluid leaked from the holes in her chest.

Robert walked over and carefully wiped the fluid from her breasts and dabbed the needle holes with an anti-septic cloth before returning to the program monitor. He yawned and glanced at the ETA clock. It read four hours and forty eight minutes left in the cycle.

It was already late so he slipped out of the lab and climbed the stairs to his bedroom. He set his alarm clock for four and a half hours and allowed himself to fall a*****.

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The police detective sat nervously on the rich leather sofa.

He took a deep breath before speaking.

"I'm sorry, but she wasn't there." He slowly raised his eyes to meet the furious glance of the man across the table.

"What do you mean she wasn't there?"

"When we stormed the building they put up a fight, we had to **** two of the men in self-defence. A third escaped capture in a jeep but we're confident that the girl wasn't in the vehicle with him."

The man began to pace the room slowly before stopping in front of the large glass window. He was staring at his well tended back-yard but his mind was busy considering his options. His attention was drawn to one of his personal uniformed security team members patrolling by the pool with an automatic weapon.

He turned back to the detective.

"What now?"

"We have units all over the city searching for the third man who escaped."

"Well then I won't keep you. Please call me as soon as you have any new developments."

He dismissed the police detective with his hand. One of his men escorted the officer out of his personal office. He returned to his desk and stared again at the pictures the ********** had sent of his ********. She looked frightened, her ankles bound with a cable tie.

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Robert was startled awake by the alarm. He groaned slightly and wiped the ***** from his eyes. He rolled into a sitting position and stretched. The nap had done him a world of good. He pulled his clothes on and made his way down to the lab.

When he walked in he was happy to find that the woman was still alive. He'd lost a few of the subjects in the past during this stage. The woman's vital signs were slightly elevated but well within the limits of the experiment.

He padded over to his computer system, and found that there were four minutes left on the timer. He picked up a few anti-septic wipes from a bin and made his way over to the table.

The injections seemed to be working well. He was very proud of the formula a mix of activated hormones and fluid with cellular acceleration properties. It had the effect of stimulating controlled natural growth in a localized area.

The body's natural tissue would replicate in the area until the fluid reserve had been exhausted. It had all kinds of potentially useful applications, from treating burn victims to repairing organs. Robert however, had found that it was a perfect way to increase breast size quickly and relatively safely. He said 'relatively' because there had been a few accidents in the past, until he managed to get the formula just right.

Robert took the opportunity to clean up some of the fluid that had leaked from the needle punctures through the night. Her breasts had already grown from a C cup to a large D. His eyes wandered across her naked body and he found his cock starting to stir already.

He grinned as he realized she wasn't a natural blonde. A closer inspection of her head revealed that her brown roots had already started to show.

A loud beep signalled that her program had been completed. Robert returned to the computer and executed the disconnection commands before returning to the table and circling around the back.

He very, very cautiously removed the insertion equipment from its stand and slowly extracted the needle from the back of her brain stem. Robert held his breath as he watched her vital sign monitors for the slightest sign of trouble.

After several seconds without her vital signs crashing he breathed a deep sigh of relief and placed the needle in a bowl beside the table. He picked up an anti-septic wipe and gently cleaned the area where the needle had entered her brain.

He smiled at the still *********** body on the table in front of him. Things were going splendidly. He strode over to the vital monitoring system controls and carefully disabled them before returning to her body and removing the sensors from her chest.

Then he expertly removed the restraints from her *********** frame. Once the last of the cuffs had been removed he fetched the wheelchair from the corner. He gathered his strength and then lifted her limp figure off the table and carefully deposited her in the chair.

Robert checked her arms and legs to make sure none of them would drag on the floor before taking hold of the chair's handles and guiding it slowly out of the room. He pushed her along a long narrow hallway until he arrived in front of a non-descript door.

He rooted through his pockets and produced a small card. He swiped it down the security reader and the door unlocked with a click. Robert held the door open with one hand so it wouldn't swing closed, and manoeuvred the wheelchair through with his other hand.

The door opened into a short hallway which led to a small room with bed against one of the walls. There were two doors off the hallway, one leading to a full-sized bathroom, the other a small closet. In many respects it was similar to a simple hotel room, without the television and extra furniture.

Robert wheeled the woman down the hall and stopped next to the bed. He circled around to the front and then lifted her awkwardly from the chair with a grunt. Her limp body made moving her difficult, so he simply plopped her down on top of the mattress. He took a short break before grabbing her by the arms and dragging her further up the bed so that her head had a pillow.

Satisfied, he collected the wheelchair and left the room. The door closed behind him with a loud click.

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Edward climbed into the passenger cabin and found Frank already seated.

"Good to see you Frank, I trust everything went smoothly?"

"Yes sir."

"Any complaints from Robert?" Edward asked with an arched eyebrow. Frank was his most trusted lieutenant but he was a big man and he'd been known to leave a bruise here and there.

"None at all. In fact he deposited payment for the girl into our Swiss account half an hour ago." Frank grinned. His first facial expression since Edward had boarded the plane.

"Well that's better than nothing I suppose. Has there been any sign of McIntyre?"

"Yes he contacted us yesterday; he's made it over the border safely."

"Excellent. Now it's time to get out of here. That crazy old man won't be happy if he finds us. How soon can we take off?"

"Now that you're onboard, any moment sir."

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Robert was busy making calls in his office when he noticed the girl wake up on his video monitors. He watched as she gently stretched and then sat up in the bed. He grinned as she began to slowly examine herself, he knew that she would be confused -- her memory having been erased, but he knew her new programming was already beginning to kick in.

She swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood up carefully. Robert knew that her body was going to be unsteady for a few minutes while it adjusted to the larger breasts on her chest. Of course the girl didn't notice the larger breasts, because she had no memory of ever having smaller ones.

She carefully stood and made her way to the bathroom. Robert smiled; the program appeared to be working perfectly.

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The old man's limousine sped quickly towards the airfield. His personal security team had managed to find a leak in Edward's organization. He'd received information just an hour ago that Edward would be escaping the country tonight.

His team had uncovered a jet registered to a shell company controlled by Edward that was fuelling at a hangar nearby. The old man had ordered his team to intercept that jet, and Edward, before it could get off the ground. He hadn't bothered calling the police, they'd proven useless so far and he wanted to be able to employ his own interrogation techniques once they'd captured him.

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Robert swiped his card through the security reader and the door unlocked with a click. It had been two hours since the woman had woken up. This is the moment of truth, he thought to himself. He pulled the door open and allowed himself a smile.

The program was a success.

Upon hearing the door open the woman approached. Her hips swung sensually from side to side. She expertly navigated the hallway in a pair of white patent-leather four inch heels. Her legs were encased from her toes to the top of her thighs in a pair of white fishnet stockings.

The stockings were held up by a white lace garter belt that clung tightly to her waist and perfectly framed her naked pussy. Her small pink lips glistened, her mound was completely shaven. It had been her first instinct after waking up. Her landing strip had instantly disgusted her and she'd gone straight to the bathroom to shave her pussy smooth.

Her new breasts sat proudly on top of her chest, supported but not covered by a tight white leather corset. The straps on the side of the corset had been difficult to tighten but she had managed. After shaving herself and taking a shower she had explored the room and found the closet. It was full of several outfits, but she had decided on the white leather.

Robert was pleased. He loved this part of the process. The program defined a new preference in each girl's brain to wear clothes that would allow those around them to instantly understand that they were fuck toys -- but the program didn't define what those clothes were. The closet was always well stocked with various outfits and it was a pleasure to see which one they picked.

By this time she had crossed the room in her tall heels. The program taught her that whenever she was presenting herself to a man or woman in control she should respond in a certain way.

She slowly bent her knees until her tight ass hovered above her shoes, then she spread her legs so that he could see her moist slit. She arched her back, presenting her breasts and pushing them forward. She crossed her arms behind her back. Her eyes rose to meet his and evaluate whether or not he was pleased.

She understood that pleasing men and women was her purpose, and as far as her brain was aware, it had always been her purpose. It did not bother her that she could remember nothing before waking up a few hours ago, it simply didn't trouble her. She was happy. He looked pleased and she could clearly see the bulge growing in his pants. Her own arousal was dripping from her slit and slowly flowing down to her ass. Her clit throbbed and her jaw ached to open and accept his cock.

"What is your name?" He asked with a sly grin.

She was confused for a moment. The answer did not quickly come to her. She struggled for a moment and then responded tentatively.

"I'm a fuck toy."
He grinned at her. "Yes, that's very good. But your name isn't fuck toy."
Her smile faded and she gave him a confused look.
"You are a fuck toy. That is what you are but is not your name."
She processed the information and accepted it.
"I am a fuck toy. I'm here to be used by you."
"That's very good. You exist to be used by anyone you belong to. Do you understand?"
She nodded. "Yes, I understand."
"Your name," he continued, "is Delta 16. But few will ever call you by a name."
She was filled with a sense of understanding. She remembered her name Delta 16. It made sense to her now and seemed familiar.
In reality she had never heard the name Delta 16 before, it was simply the experiment version number Robert had assigned to her in the programming. Nevertheless her name sounded like a familiar memory and she bonded with it immediately.
"Look here fuck slut." Robert woke her from her contemplation and her eyes rose again to meet his. He stood in the doorway with a camera, the shutter clicked several times, he stopped and scowled at her.
"Pose for me. I want some good pictures."
she was eager to please. She redoubled her efforts to thrust her naked breasts forward, her mouth opened slightly to reveal her small pink tongue and she slowly moistened her lips as she looked into the camera lens.
Her legs drifted further apart providing an unobstructed view of her leaking slit. She uncrossed her arms and gently cupped her right breast. Her fingers tugged and flicked her nipple.
Her left arm fell between her legs, first spreading her lips obscenely while he took pictures, and then slowly circling her clit as it peaked out from her hood. She moaned deeply as she wobbled on her heels.
Her arousal building she stared deeply into the camera and bit her lower lip. Her swollen pussy lips grew slippery and she abandoned her futile attempt to keep them spread and instead drove a finger deep into her cunt. It felt tight and the sensation made her shudder.
Her eyes closed to tiny slits as she felt the pleasure pulse through her pussy. The throbbing between her legs became distracting and she found it difficult to maintain her balance on the tall heels. She allowed herself to fall backwards onto her back.
Overcome with desire she focused intensely on rubbing her sensitive clit. Her moans began to fill the room. Her other hand abandoned her breasts, both of which were rising and falling quickly with every breath. She allowed it to snake under her back until she found the crevice of her tight ass.
She dug her heels into the floor and raised her ass off the floor, thrusting her pussy and the hand vigorously fucking her slit into the air. Her other hand quickly thrust further down and she invaded her tight ass with a curled finger.
Her eyes shot open and her body shuddered as her body exploded in orgasm. Her pussy spasmed and her tight ass clenched expelling the rogue finger. Exhausted her hips slowly lowered to the floor, shaking uncontrollably with aftershocks.
Her hand returned to her mound and explored between her legs. Then smiling sensually at the camera she raised her wet fingers and sucked her girl cum from her fingers. She made several more trips between her cunt and her tongue before Robert put down the camera.
"Very good." Robert's voice was tinged with lust. "Come here my little fuck toy."
She responded perfectly. Quickly she rolled over and raised herself to her knees. She looked exquisite as she crawled the few feet towards him. Her naked ass shone from the cream that had leaked from her pussy. Her large tits hung lewdly and bounced as her hips swayed seductively from side to side.
Her eyes were locked on his own, determined to please him. She stopped a foot away and waited for his instruction.
He slowly lowered his zipper and extracted his throbbing hard cock. Her eyes fell from his and locked on his big dick. She subconsciously licked her lips. Her cunt began to leak again, this time dripping quickly down her thighs.
"Tonight you're going to be my little cum slut. Do you understand?"
She nodded her acquiescence. She knew the term well; it was a fundamental part of her programming. Her mouth began to water at the mere mention of her name. She had many names, Delta 16, fuck toy and now cum slut. She understood them all.
She allowed herself to rise to her knees. Her mouth hovered just inches from his throbbing shaft and she breathed in his scent. Her eyes closed to tiny slits again as her mind processed the smell of his organ, causing her to drool.
Then, she slowly opened her mouth and sucked in the tip. He moaned in response. Encouraged she used her tongue to gently explore the underside of his head. She tasted his precum as she circled his slit with her tongue. His hips began to sway slightly and she took that as a hint to take him deeper. She opened wider and allowed his shaft to slide further into her mouth.
With her right hand she cupped his balls, allowing his sack to rest in her palm. She Released his dick from her mouth and grasped it with her other hand. She pressed his cock against his stomach before slowly licking down his shaft and bathed his balls with her tongue.
He lowered himself to lay on the floor and spread his legs to give her better access. She hovered over his cock as she playfully pleasured his scrotum. Her breasts hung from her chest and dragged sensually against his thighs.
She moved from his sack back to his shaft and took him deeply into her mouth again. Her tongue pressed against the bottom of his shaft. It throbbed in her mouth growing ever bigger as more and more ***** filled his organ.
Then she released it from her mouth and trailed down his shaft again with her tongue. She returned her focus to licking his balls, her head bent and ass in the air. This time however she didn't stop and moved still lower bathing his sensitive taint with her tongue and creeping closer and closer to his back hole.
Her own cunt was throbbing for attention. Reaching back with her right hand she buried two fingers deep into her slit and began to curl them back and forth stimulating her tight pussy. She moaned, releasing a blast of warm air between his legs. He moaned appreciatively.
Then she continued her journey, he shuddered as her wet pink tongue found his ass hole and licked thoroughly around the rim. He clenched his ass in anticipation before she pushed against his muscle with her tongue, wiggling until it released and she was able to push inside. He let out a deep moan and roughly took hold of her blonde hair.
Encouraged by his response she alternated between pushing into his dark hole and licking around the rim. Her other hand, the one not feverishly fucking her pussy, curled up and grabbed his cock tightly. He was startled for a moment and then relaxed as she pumped his shaft up and down while she continued lick around his rim.
She continued the pace for what seemed like a blissful eternity. Whenever she felt his cock beginning to stiffen, she would loosen her grip to prolong his ecstasy, all the while she continued to bathe his ass with her tongue.
"I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum."
She darted back when she heard him began to scream and quickly sucked his throbbing cock back into her mouth. She sealed her lips around the shaft and then began to powerfully suck on the head while using her hand to pump him over the edge.
His body tensed and he held his breath before exploding in her mouth. His thick cum shot out and coated the back of her throat. Her gag-reflex removed by the program, she simply continued pumping his shaft and hungrily swallowed his seed.
Shot after shot poured into her mouth, mixing with her own saliva. She moaned and sucked the last of his cream from his pulsing cum slit. Satisfied that she had taken his entire load she released the head of his cock and stopped pumping his now sensitive shaft.
Then she turned to the job of cleaning him. She gently licked his cock as it slowly began to shrink. He pet her blonde head as it searched his crotch for any cum that might have escaped.
"Good little cum slut," he panted. "How did that taste?"
She looked at him hungrily. "It tasted good." She moaned. Her fingers were still lodged deep in her slit.
He smiled at her, he knew that now that she'd gotten a taste for cum that she would crave it. Her programming was responding perfectly. He slowly climbed to his feet and stuffed his dick back into his pants.
It was already growing hard again, in no small part because she had repositioned herself so that he could watch as she fucked herself with her fingers. Her large breasts rose and fell with every shallow breath she took as she guided herself towards another orgasm.
He picked up the camera and swiped his key through the security reader. She seemed disappointed to see him go, but she made no effort to remove her fingers from her cunt.
He took a deep breath after the door had closed and turned his attention to the camera screen. He quickly reviewed the pictures and smiled. Once he got these uploaded to the auction site he knew the bidding would go through the roof.

Once he got these uploaded to the auction site he knew the bidding would go through the roof.

He shifted his cock in his pants so that it was in a more comfortable location and headed back to his office.

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The plane slowly emerged from the hangar and sat on the tarmac as the pilots began their pre-flight diagnostics. Suddenly they felt a jolt, and glanced at each other.

"What was that?"

"I don't have any idea."

They scanned the controls before looking out the cockpit window. A black hummer had pulled up quickly and parked in front of the plane's front tire.

"What the fuck?"

Minutes later the plane's passenger door burst open and heavily armed men dressed in black and carrying automatic assault rifles flooded inside. The team swept the aircraft expertly, the passenger cabin was empty.

Moments later the pilot's emerged from the cockpit and were thrown roughly to the floor.

"Where is your boss?" One of the commandos spoke tersely.

"We have no idea! We were just asked to take the plane for a three hour flight and then return to the airfield."

The commando swore and then motioned for the men to remove the pilots from the plane. He turned and made a phone call.

"Yes sir, Edward isn't here and neither is Laura. The plane was a decoy."

He woke from a deep ***** to the sensation of soft lips licking his shaft. She was busy between his legs bathing his morning wood with her tongue. Noticing he was now awake she became more aggressive and took his deep into her mouth.

Robert moaned and opened his eyes. Her head covered in blond hair bobbed up and down between his legs. He loved waking up to the feeling of one of his girls worshiping his cock. He was tempted to keep this one, but cleared that thought from his mind. There would be others and this one had attracted a particularly high price.

He raised himself up onto his elbows to get a better view. Her naked body was sprawled over the soft sheets at the bottom of the bed. Sensing his movement, she slowed for a moment and brushed her blond hair from her face so that she could stare into his eyes.

He moaned appreciatively. She looked incredibly hot as his dick sunk deep into her mouth. He watched her as she worked tirelessly to please him. Her mouth felt fantastic on his cock and he was attempted to allow her to suck him to climax, but he had other ideas.

"You're a good little cum slut." She redoubled her efforts at the sound of his voice.

"Get onto your hand and knees." He spoke authoritatively. She responded to his command immediately. His dick slipped from her mouth and she whimpered in disappointment.

She scrambled to her hands and knees. Her eyes, filled with need, glanced back and forth between his face and his cock. She licked her lips and shifted and waited for his next instruction.

Robert laughed to himself. Her desire to drain the cum from his cock was overcome only by her need to obey. He maneuvered himself around the bed by walking on his knees. She remained still, her large breasts hung wantonly from her chest, her ass thrust into the air, her legs parted to reveal her dripping sex.

He stopped and ran a hand down her back. She inhaled sharply and purred as his fingers traced down her spine and down the crack of her ass. He stopped and gently massaged her ass hole. She moaned in response and shifted her posture to raise her ass further.

He continued, his finger gently caressing the smooth flesh between her ass and pussy until his fingers became slick with the moistness leaking from her excited slit. He gently stroked her outer lips until they were slick with her cream.

Then he pushed inside her with a single finger. She moaned in response. He gently curled his digit inside her, caressing the slick walls of her hot hole. Then he withdrew. A short pause and then he added a second finger, pushing it deep inside her tight young cunt.

She shuddered and then slowly began to move. She repositioned herself by allowing her knees to push further apart; lowering her body. Like a bitch in heat she thrust her hips back against his fingers in an attempt to drive them deeper into her sopping cunt.

Robert watched her lewd display with satisfaction. Her young body was responding exceptionally to her new programming.

He pulled his fingers from her pussy with a pop. She moaned in disappointment and her tight hole opened and closed ************* searching for his fingers. Robert repositioned himself behind her.

Sensing her movement she turned her head to see what Robert was up to. Her eyes slit and she let out an aroused moan as she saw him move behind her, his cock in his hand. She lowered her chest further burying her face into the bed and presenting her ass and cunt to him.

He smiled and slowly dragged his throbbing cock back and forth over her slit. She moaned as the thick ridges of his cock stimulated her clit. Her juices coated his shaft. Then he maneuvered it inside her dripping hole.

She squealed as his shaft filled her tiny cunt and began to stretch her. He moaned as he felt the hot walls of her pussy squeeze his cock. She was incredibly tight and it was clear that she likely not been fucked much, if at all before.

He grinned at the thought of transforming such an innocent cunt into a wanton slut. His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of her panting. She was making every effort to take his cock deeper into her wet folds. Her hips rocked back and forth allowing his shaft to slip further and further inside her.

Robert could feel the cum beginning to boil in his balls. The thought of filling her young cunt with his load was appealing but he had other plans in mind. He thrust hard and suddenly into her eliciting a scream. Then withdrew completely.

Her pussy felt empty and she moaned in disappointment. She rocked her hips back and forth to encourage him to put his cock back inside her. He smiled but repositioned himself. She froze as she felt the tip of his cock push gently against her ass.

She hesitated for a moment before the programming kicked in and she pushed her ass back against his dick. He laughed and retreated slightly confusing her.

"Yes I'm going to fuck your ass, but you're going to have to beg for it."

His command flicked a switch in her brain. She had been quiet all morning, but now that she was commanded to speak she accepted the role of whore with enthusiasm.

"I want you in my ass so bad baby." She cooed. She twisted her head so that she could stare into his eyes as he gently pressed the head of his cock against her back door.

"Fuck my tight ass, please? I want to feel your thick cock deep inside my slutty little ass. I want to fuck me hard and fill my ass with your warm cum."

Robert grinned. She was perfect. He allowed himself to push forward. She groaned as she felt his dick begin to push into her tight hole and relaxed her muscles to offer as little resistance as possible. After a few moments the head of his cock disappeared inside.

Her muscles immediately reengaged and began to pull his cock deeper into her hot ass.

"That's it baby, go deeper into my tight ass." She was panting now.

He moaned and pushed harder. She thrust her hips back to drive him further inside her.

"Please, go deeper, fuck me deeper baby."

"Call me master." He commanded. Without a pause she responded.

"Yes master, fuck me deeper, this ass belongs to you."

Finally he felt the base of his cock pressing against her asshole. His entire length was embedded deep inside her. He began to thrust in and out of her hole with short thrusts. His balls swung and slapped against her wet cunt.

He grunted and pushed himself harder into her ass.

"I want you to cum for me you little slut, play with your clit."

"Yes master, little slave will play with her tight little clit and cum for you."

She shifted her weight to support herself with her shoulder and snaked her left hand back to explore her dripping cunt. She first gathered the cream leaking from her slit before spreading it across her clit. Then, she began to stroke it quickly back and forth.

"Ooo," she moaned. "You feel so good in my tight little ass master. I'm going to cum for you soon."

Robert increased his pace. The wanton fuck toy in front of him whimpered and moaned as she brought herself ever closer to release while simultaneously driving her ass back against his shaft with every fuck.

He could feel her ass muscles clenching his cock whenever it withdrew and relaxing when he pushed back in. She gently stroked his balls with her fingers as she rubbed her clit whenever he bottomed out inside her ass.

"Master I'm cumming. Your cum slut is going to cum for you...." She moaned her release and her body began to thrash. The muscles in her ass grabbed hold of his cock with a death grip, drawing him deeper inside her.

He felt his seed begin its escape from his balls and quickly withdrew from her ass with a loud pop. She groaned as cold air flooded her stretched ass. She shuddered with the aftershocks of her powerful orgasm. He glanced down and admired his handiwork, her tight ass gaped open. Her fingers still worked furiously on her clit.

Sensing how close he was she turned and stared into his eyes. She was waiting for a command.

"Get over here, I want to cum all over your face."

She moved instantly to fulfill his command. She turned quickly to face him and then rolled onto her back. Her face now positioned beneath his shaft as he jerked it back and forth quickly. His sack hung less than an inch from her mouth.

Her little pink tongue darted out to lick the sensitive skin holding his balls. He moaned he relaxed and she began to lick in earnest.

"Cum on my face master. Cum all over your little cum slut's face."

He groaned and unable to hold it back any longer aimed his slit directly at her face.

His cock erupted shooting a large load of thick cream all over her mouth. She opened her lips and accepted much of the second blast directly onto her tongue. Her lips were coated in a semen gloss and it ran down her cheeks. He unloaded several more blasts before he felt empty.

Satisfied he closed his eyes and raised his face to the ceiling. He breathed deeply, his heart rate returning to normal. He felt her soft pink tongue dart out and began to lick this underside of his shaft. He readjusted himself so that she could take his cock into her mouth and clean the cum still leaking from his slit with her tongue.

He glanced down and grinned as he watched her cum glazed face working to lovingly clean his cock. The same cock that only moment before had been lodged deep inside her ass.

Satisfied that his cock was clean, she turned her attention to the cum on her face. She carefully used her fingers to guide the cream between her lips and swallowed every drop. Once she was clean she focused again on the shaft above her, she began to lick his balls again.

His cock twitched and was beginning to feel sensitive. He motioned for her to stop. She seemed disappointed but stopped immediately at his command. He rolled off the bed and onto his feet. He wrapped himself in his robe and turned toward the bed.

She had propped herself up in a sitting position. She absentmindedly stroked a finger up and down her slit while she waited for him to speak.

"That was very good." He smiled at her.

She cooed with contentment. She stroked her cunt faster for him and spread wider so he could see that she was making her sex available to him again.

He shook his head. She was tireless. The buyer for this one was getting a fantastic deal. He checked his watch. Her new owners would be here in six hours. He felt a little sad to be getting rid of this one so soon but he knew there would be others.

"Clean yourself up but don't get dressed," he commanded. "I'll be back with your outfit. We need to get you ready for your new home."

She nodded her understanding. She did not seem sad to learn that she would be leaving him, just eager to please him by completing his command.

He turned to leave and swiped his card through the security reader. The door unlocked with a click. Behind him he could hear the shower come to life.

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The helicopter gently touched down at a luxurious estate just outside of La Cruz, Mexico. An armed man approached the helicopter and opened the door and deployed the retractable steps.

Edward stepped out of the cabin followed by Frank. Edward greeted the armed man warmly in Spanish, and then turned to face Frank again.

"Welcome to Mexico," he grinned.

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Robert sat impatiently at the bank of monitors. His eyes nervously alternated back and forth between the clock and the surveillance video of the front gate. He glanced at the monitor in the girl's room. She was busy slipping into the outfit that he had dropped off half an hour ago. The buyer had specifically requested it.

Finally a van arrived at the gate. He took a deep breath and used the camera controls to zoom in on the cab. There were two men, he recognized the buyer sitting in the passenger seat and the driver as the man's assistant.

Next he switched on the thermal camera. Both bodies and the engine glowed warmly. The exhaust pipe, tires and brakes also shone through but there was no sign of anyone hiding in the back.

Satisfied he opened the gate. He waited for the van to pull through and then pressed the button to close it. He took a deep breath and walked downstairs to the delivery bay to meet his guests.

The van rolled to a stop and both men stepped out. They approached Robert warmly and shook his hand.

"Well good evening Robert," the client spoke with a British accent.

"It's good to see you again James." Robert returned the greeting. "Do you have big plans for this one?"

"I think I'll keep this one just for me actually." The client James replied with a chuckle. "You do such fantastic work that I'm always sad when I have to part with them."

"I completely understand," Robert smiled. "I considered keeping this one too."

"Well I'm glad you decided to part with her." James grinned.

They stood for a few moments until James glanced at his assistant. Todd, go fetch the payment. The assistant returned quickly to the van and returned with a laptop.

All three men moved to a table in the corner of the garage.

"If you would enter your account number here sir, we can begin the transfer." Todd turned the computer screen to face Robert. The banking application showed the source account number, no doubt one of dozens of James' offshore shell accounts, the amount to be transferred, and a blank box where Robert was to enter his own shell account.

He quickly entered the account number and pushed the computer back to Todd. He clicked a few keys and then turned the computer to face Robert again.

"All done then." Todd spoke. Robert noticed the transfer was 100% complete. A moment later his phone beeped. An email message had arrived confirming the transfer.

"Great then," Robert smiled. "I'll go fetch her for you."

James and Todd took a seat by the table. Robert walked quickly to a secured door at the rear of the garage. He swiped his card through the security reader, it unlocked with a click. He swung it open and made his way quickly down the hall, passed the lab to the girl's room.

Another swipe of the card and he opened the door.

The girl was ready and waiting for him. She was crouched in the position her programming told her to greet men with. Her ass hovered just inches above her feet which were covered in black latex platform boots with six inch heels. The boots did not actually end and were part of a full body latex suit which covered her from the tips of her toes all the way up to the top of her neck.

A peanut shaped hole was cut out from the tight suit allowing easy access to her cunt and ass and two other holes allowed for her breasts to hang exposed. The suit fit perfectly accentuating every curve of her body.

The outfit made her look even sluttier than had she been standing naked. The strategically placed holes left no mistake the suit was designed to expose, not cover the young woman. It would be obvious to anyone who saw her that she was a toy to be used.

He motioned to her to rise to her feet. She stood still as he inspected her. Her hair hung was gathered into a ponytail and fill down her back covering the suit's seam. Her pussy was smooth and he confirmed it by gently stroking her mound.

Her asshole was still red from their earlier adventure. He slit was swollen with arousal and he could already detect moisture forming on her lips. Her new breasts hung proudly from her tiny frame, both nipples erect. She moaned as he rolled them between his fingers.

When he was satisfied he swiped his card through the security reader, opened the door and commanded she follow him.

It took several minutes to navigate the hallway. The tall heels were not designed for walking any distance. Her hips swayed seductively as she moved down the hall, her chest thrust forward, her balance had improved.

Robert swiped his card and opened the door to the garage. He beckoned that she should step through first. Hesitantly she stepped into the garage and he followed. The door swung shut behind them.

James and Todd turned as they entered, and then stood to approach. He smiled warmly.

"Robert, she's fantastic!"

Sensing that this man was her new owner, she returned to her crouching position. She spread her knees obscenely exposing her now dripping slit, she thrust her breasts forward and arched her back presenting herself to this new man.

He was very pleased.

"Absolutely beautiful Robert." He beamed at her.

"She's worth every penny." Robert replied with a smile.

"We'll see about that!" James grinned and set to work opening his fly. He pulled his semi-hard cock out and held it in his hand. "Come now slut, suck it."

Her mouth began to water at the sight of the quickly hardening dick in front of her. She shuffled forward on her heels and opened her mouth the accept the tip of his cock. Immediately her soft pink tongue snaked out to lap at his cum slit.

James began to moan immediately. She could feel the ***** pumping through the veins of his shaft as it filled with *****. She allowed her tongue to gently stroke the underside of his shaft and took the head of his cock deeper into her mouth. She moaned sending a fantastic sensation through his cock.

James took control, grabbing her blond ponytail at the base he used it to control her pace. She felt him pushing further and further into her throat. She opened her jaws wider to accommodate his growing cock. She expertly sealed her lips around his shaft.

"You're one hot little cum slut aren't you?" James moaned.

She allowed his cock to slide out of her mouth for a moment while she replied.

"I'm your hot little cum slut, master." Then, she sucked his cock back down her throat. She raised her right hand to take hold of James' cock grasping it at the base she began to pump his shaft. Her left hand explored her own wet slit.

Her encased fingers felt strange on her clit. Her moisture clung to the latex and became slippery quickly. Her fingers quickly pumped in and out of her tight cunt.

James was thrusting aggressively into her warm mouth. His eyes were glued to the sight of his cock disappearing past her wet lips. She raised her eyes to meet his. He could see the powerful need to please him in the way she looked at him.

Unable to hold out any longer he let out a deep moan and shot his first load into her mouth. She pulled back sharply so that his cum would land on her small pink tongue instead of hitting the back of her throat. He spasmed twice more, adding to the pool of cream before pulling his cock from her tight lips and spurting twice more atop her naked breasts. He pulled back finally exhausted.

Still sitting on her heels with her fingers buried in her cunt she opened her mouth and showed him the cum he had deposited there.

James smiled. "Very good. You may swallow slut."

She took a deep gulp and shuddered as she felt his warm cream slide down her throat.

"Thank you master."

She pulled her slutty fingers from her cunt and used both hands to gather the cum that had fallen on her chest. She roughly massaged it into her large tits and purred for him.

"Has your little cum slut pleased you master? I want to be a good fuck toy for you."

James grinned and then motioned that she should stand.

"Yes, you tight little cunt. You have certainly pleased me. Come along."

He beckoned to the van where Todd was standing and then turned to Robert.

"You've done a great job with this one."

"Thanks," Robert replied. Both men were busy watching as the latex-encased woman swung her hips seductively as she made her way to the van. Todd gave her a hand stepping into the back before closing the door.

Robert followed James to the van. James turned as he stepped into the cab.

"Pleasure doing business with you Robert. Give me a call when you've got another for me." He winked.

Robert watched the van speed down the driveway and pushed the button to open the gate and then close it behind them. He turned and headed for the lab, already he had some ideas for refining the program.

His emotions were mixed. She'd been a beautiful girl and he'd considered keeping her. On the other hand, he'd just received ten times what he paid for the girl. A fantastic return on investment for three days work.

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Neighbor's Wife is a Teacher

Adrian became an empty nester overnight. Both of her ********* left home for the first time. One had graduated from a local college and went to another state for her first job. The other got married and moved out. Adrian's home became ********* for the first time in 24 years.

I live next door to Adrian. One evening I went out to check my mailbox just as she was getting something out of her car.

"Wow just 2 cars in your driveway." I said.

"Don't remind me," She replied.

"Sorry," I said as I wandered over towards her.

"Stay there, I'm not dressed." She was wearing a short little knit nightgown with spaghetti straps.

"Feeling a little lonely?" I asked.

"I'll say." She replied.

"I know. You don't realize how much of your life is spent catering to your kids' needs until they're gone." I told her that when our ******** left home it was hard for me to deal with it. While the responsibilities were not necessarily fun, they did occupy all your time. It takes time to replace the requirements of parenthood with adult activities.

"What did you do?" she asked. It had been years and years for me; my only ******** was over 40 and had a family of her own. "How did you cope?" she asked.

"I turned to what I enjoyed," I said.

"Well what did you enjoy enough to get rid of this emptiness?"

"The truth is I became pretty much of a pest to Janet. She was the one who spent all her free time taking care of our ******** but I was the one that needed something to replace the void."

"Like what?" she asked.

"I became demanding," I said and I blushed uncomfortably.

"I don't understand."

"I drove Janet crazy with demands."

"What kind of demands?"

I could feel myself blushing, "If you must know, it was mostly sex," I blurted.

"I wish I had that problem. Rick almost never wants sex, even now that we are finally alone in the house he just wants to watch TV or play that damn guitar of his. I could walk in stark naked and he would still just keep strumming that god damned guitar."

I started blushing even more and looked down at the sidewalk.

"I didn't mean to embarrass you," she said, "you brought up sex."

"You didn't embarrass me. I'm just trying not to be too obvious about staring at you in that sexy gown. I can tell you that if you were naked I would be strumming something wood but it wouldn't be a guitar," I had stepped up closer to her and I was boldly studying her body.

Now it was her turn to blush. She punched my arm and said, "You are wicked...I like that in a man."

"Oh my god, look at you," I almost drooled. "You are just too sexy for words. I can't imagine how Rick keeps his hands off you?"

"Wow, that felt pretty nice," she said blushing. "Now let me get my packages and go inside before I say something I will regret."

With that she reached into the car, as she bent over to get her packages she exposed her ass and her sexy panty covered cunt. I couldn't stop myself. I placed my hand firmly on her inner thigh up high with my thumb on her ass. Adrian froze and my heart started pounding. I slid my fingers to her cunt. It was hot. I slowly rubbed it and she still didn't move. I felt for her swollen clit and then tickled it with my fingertips, very lightly. Then I slid my thumb under her panties and pressed it against her bare asshole. She started breathing very heavily. It didn't take long for her to climax and collapse onto the car seat.

"Go...just go." She gasped. And I went home sporting a boner.

Several days past before I saw her again. I ran into her, literally ran into her, in Costco. She was in front of me in the exit line and without realizing it I ran my shopping cart into the back of her foot.

"Sorry!" I said before I even realized who it was.

She turned around abruptly; ready to read someone the riot act. When she saw it was me she blushed and said, "Oh Ron, that's OK it didn't hurt."

She turned back around and we proceeded to the door in uncomfortable silence. After we got outside I offered to help her put her packages into her car. "I don't know," she quipped. "I remember what you did when I took packages out." That broke the tension.

"I'm sorry. I know I shouldn't have done that...but you are so sexy, I couldn't stop myself."

"I knew I was baiting you when I reached into the car. I'm sorry. I'm glad you did what you did but I don't know how to act now. I didn't mean to start something."

"Please don't be embarrassed or think that I expect anything more. It happened, we're both glad, now it's over and let's not let it change things."

"Oh thank you. But I've got to say that it was so naughty and exciting that I have thought about it almost constantly since it happened."

"Me too. Truth is I've masturbated over it every day."

"Stop it. You're making me tingle again."

We had reached her car and were putting stuff in so I stepped up and pressed my crotch against her and said, "And feel what you're doing to me."

I made my hard dick twitch against her hip. She looked wickedly into my eyes and reached down and touched me.

"Oh my, this is too much for me. I want do bad things with you."

I touched her breast, twitched my dick in her hand and said, "And I want to do bad things to you."

Adrian squeezed my dick and said, "Where?"

"Is Rick home?"

"No he's at work."

"We can leave my car here and I will ride in the back of your car and you pull into your garage. No one will know."

On the drive home I asked her if she had thought about what might occupy her free time. She said that after our little tryst the only activities she could think about were sexual in nature and too taboo to act on.

"What type of activities?" I asked.

"I'm too embarrasses to tell you."

"We are going to do something pretty taboo so tell me and perhaps we can fulfill your desire."

"I sometimes imagine that I tease one of my high school students and he gets so worked up that he looses control."

"Well you are getting your old neighbor so worked up that he is about to loose control...so why not try your plan on me?"

"Oh I couldn't...or maybe I could...that might be fun." She paused then said, "When we get to my house stay in the garage for ten minutes then come in and pretend that you are a student coming for private tutoring."

Ten minutes took forever. When I went into the house I called out "Mrs. Hale, it's Ronnie. I'm here for my lesson. Where are you?"

"Back here, in the office." She called out.

When I entered her office I found a very teacherly Adrian holding a clipboard.

"Ronnie, I know you are smart enough to get A's in my class, but you don't pay attention. You seem to be off in another world during class, do you have attention deficit problems?"

"I'm sorry Mrs. Hale, but I can't seem to concentrate in your class."

"Just my class?"

"Well mostly. I come to class determined to pay attention but within a few minutes my mind becomes all confused."

"What is it about my class that gets you so confused?"

"The truth is you do, Mrs. Hale," and I actually blushed. I was really getting into the part and I felt the embarrassment of an innocent student.

"Do I do something confusing?"

"When you walk into the room I get all nervous and uncomfortable, like now, and then I can't concentrate."

"Have I ever done anything to make you nervous? I can't remember ever yelling at you"

"Oh no, Mrs. Hale, you have always been very nice. I just get all nervous around you."

"Well then, the first thing we have to do is get you over that. Then we can start studying the material. Come here and tell me what you are nervous about."

I went over to Mrs. Hale and stood in front of her and looked down at the floor.

"Look me in the eye," She commanded, "and tell me what scares you."

"I'm afraid I'll get a...a...a...aroused." I said.

"Oh you mean that you think of me in a sexual way?"

"I...I...I guess so." I stammered.

"We have to get you past that."

"How?"

"Ronnie, if you are to pass this class you need to get comfortable being around me. Do you imagine me undressed is that it?"

I said nothing but shook my head vigerously.

Then the very proper Mrs. Hale unbuttoned her blouse and said, "Is this what you imagine when you are not paying attention?" and she opened the front exposing her sheer black bra.

"Yes Ma'm." I replied and I squirmed around pretty uncomfortably.

"Get a good look so you can stop imagining it in class."

I studied her and said that she was even sexier than I had imagined.

"What else do you imagine?" she asked.

"Touching you."

She took my hand and said, "You mean like this?" and she put it on her bra.

"Anything else?"

"Seeing them," I replied timidly.

Mrs. Hale turned around and asked me to unfasten her bra. I fumbled with the clasp like the nervous teenager I was pretending to be. She let the bra fall onto the desk and then she pulled her skirt up above her ass and asked me to pull her panties down. By now my heart was pounding in anticipation and my dick was as hard as I can ever remember.

She stood with her back to me and said, "Ronnie, I am only doing this for you so that you can concentrate in class." Then she turned around and leaned back onto the desk and said, "Get a good look."

I was awe struck and I truly drooled over her body.

"Can I see between your legs?" I boldly asked.

Mrs. Hale spread her legs and then touched her pussy. I almost came right there.

"Is this what you imagine during class?" she asked.

She looked at the bulge in my pants and asked if I got hard like that in class.

"Yah, that's why I can't pay attention," I said.

"OK, now show me what you want to do."

I unzipped my pants and she grabbed my belt and pulled me up to her and said, "What would you like me to do." She reached into my fly and fumbled around until she grabbed my bare pecker and pulled it out. "You want me to jerk you off?" She asked.

"No Ma'm." I replied.

"No?" She said somewhat surprised. "You want to jerk yourself off?"

"I want to put it into your pussy and fuck you."

"Oh no! You can't do that." She said. But I just shoved my bare unprotected dick into her hot cunt and started pumping for all I was worth. "Stop. You can't do this," she said but she pulled my head down to her breasts. I sucked her tits while I fucked the **** out of her. We went at it like ******* for a long time. When she suddenly started to climax I kept fucking her until she begged me to stop.

When we settled down she said, "Oh Ronnie, that was a very bad thing to do to me. You just fucked your teacher with your bare cock. I hope this helps you learn to look at me now without being nervous. Maybe you can concentrate enough to pass my class."

"Maybe I already deserve an A for bringing you off without shooting off inside you," I said.

"That's the second time you brought me off without satisfying yourself." She said in amazement. "Do you want me to take care of you now?"

"Yes...Suck me off," I said smugly.

She knelt down in front of me and said, "I shouldn't be doing this to my innocent young student" and I came into her mouth.

That was so exciting to me that I became an obsessive-compulsive masturbator. I would try to catch Adrian outside or peek into her house to see her but I never was successful. I went to the bathroom a lot like the teenager I had pretended to be and I beat off constantly.

Finally when I couldn't take any more pressure I spotted her doing some kind of crap work in her yard. I decided to visit her. I walked up behind her and covered her eyes and said, "Guess who."

Adrian pulled my hands down off her eyes and on to her boobs and said, "If it's not Ron I'm in big trouble now."

I felt her tits and said, "Just keep doing what you were doing and ignore me."

She actually continued trimming her shrubs and I felt her big tits from behind for all I was worth. I slid her skirt up and felt her crotch. I rubbed her pussy and she just kept working. I pulled her panties off and put my fingers inside her pussy and she just kept working. Finally I pulled my throbbing prick out slid it slowly into her cunt and then fucked her from behind while holding her big boobs. She had a shuttering climax. I was ready to cum too but I didn't know if she was on the pill or what so I pulled my dick out of her pussy and started rubbing it all over her asshole.

"Don't...Ron...Not there...Please No..." she begged.

I was too far gone to stop and I ****** my dick into her asshole. When I was completely inside her I played with her pussy and her hanging tits. I fucked her ass and she clinched my dick and grabbed my balls and suddenly cum shot out of my twitching throbbing cock and into her bowels. She kept grinding back onto me and moaning and I kept pinching her clit and tits. She had another climax while I was still squirting into her ass.

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Life Changes

Cindy and I met while we were both working for a small company just a couple of years out of college. She was a cute little brunette, about 5'5", with a tight body. She had B-cup breasts and a nice little bubble butt. I was smitten quickly. Our relationship started slow, but once it got physical, it was fast and furious. We both really enjoyed sex and, although we considered ourselves open-minded, we did not push the limits of our physical relationship. We had vaginal and oral sex several times a week and we were satisfied with that... I thought. We were married within 18 months and had now been married for 7 years. We didn't have any kids because we were just too busy with our work. It was at this point that our lives changed. Or should I say this is when I discovered that it had already changed.

"Honey, I'm heading to the mall. I've got a few things to get. You need anything?" My wife was yelling over the top of her car at me. I had been cutting the grass in the front yard and had to stop the mower once she got my attention. I was getting ready for a cookout that we were planning.

"No, I can't think of anything." I yelled back across the yard.

"Okay. Bye." She said as she climbed in and left.

I completed the front yard, moved to and finished the back, and was working on trimming a couple of branches in the back when Cindy appeared in the door from the back of our garage. She signaled me over to her and I put down the tree trimmers and headed that way. By the time I got there, she was gone. I looked around, saw that the door to the house was not completely closed and entered the house from the interior garage door into the kitchen. There was Cindy, standing about 5 feet inside the door, looking hot and flushed like she had been exercising. I looked at her questioningly.

She grinned, turned around, and bent over from the waist. As she did, she raised her skirt up and displayed her gorgeous, well toned ass to me. She had no panties on so I could also see her pussy lips winking at me. I was a little shocked, but instantly hard. I stepped up behind her and put my hands on her ass.

I grinned, ran my hands over that little bubble butt of hers, and said in a tantalizing way, "Can I help you with something, hun?"

"Oh, god. I'm so horny, just fuck me John. I gotta have some dick, now!"

Although we had always had a great sex life, this was completely new and different. I was even more shocked than I was initially, but decided to play along, thinking this was a new game that she had come up with to put some pizzazz into our sex life. "I'm sorry, did you want something from me?"

"Please, John, fuck me, pound me, spank me, ***** me, just give me some fucking dick!"

Now I was flabbergasted. But my little head was starting to take control so I immediately dropped my shorts and started rubbing my right hand down her ass crack, over her little asshole, and onto her pussy. My god! She was already soaking! She groaned when I did it and arched her back, giving me more access to her shaved lips.

I decided to tease her a little more. "Well, let's see. What have you done to deserve this?"

Her face turned and she looked at me in a pleading way. "Nothing, sir. But I need to cum. Can you please fuck me and make me cum?!"

This just kept getting stranger and stranger... and more torrid! Did she actually just say "sir"? Was she getting some ideas from someone at work, the internet, where?

I was not thinking about that too closely with my wife's beautiful ass in my hands and my now extremely hard and leaking dick sticking out towards it. I just leaned forward and started sliding my sword into her hot, wet sheath.

"Oh, fuck yes. Pound me!" she uttered while moaning.

I was lost in the sex now. I started pounding her. I grabbed her hips roughly with my hands and pulled back on them at the same time as my hips thrust forward. I was burying my dick in her with each stroke, my balls slapping against her until they began drawing up, ready to spew. She kept moaning and I kept pounding. This was not making love; this was pure unadulterated sex for pleasure. She loved it and I did, too. I suppose I should have thought more about her actions at the time, but I was horny, too, and was enjoying the completely physical encounter.

She stayed in that position, her hands on her knees, as I slammed my dick into her. I looked down at how hard I was holding her hips where my fingers were gripping tight enough that there might even be marks left on them. Her beautiful moon globes were bouncing against my thighs as I watched how her lips were stretched around my dick.

It seemed like I was pounding her for about 30 minutes, but it had probably only been about 10. She started bucking and I knew her orgasm was approaching.

"Oh, fuck. I'm going to cum!" She yelled. "Please, may I cum?!"

I hesitated for a second, not sure I heard this correctly, then finally said, "Yes, babe, cum. Cum all over my big, hard dick!"

And she did. She bucked and moaned and screamed about how great my dick was. It was such a turn on; I blew my load immediately after her, burying my dick as deep as I could with each spurt.

When I was finally done, I let my dick slip out of her and went and sat down on a kitchen chair. I looked back at her, still standing there, bent over, with her hand on her knees. "That was amazing!" I said to her. "What was that all about? You called me 'sir', pleaded with me to fuck you, and then asked permission for an orgasm. Have you been reading up on ********** or something?"

Cindy finally stood up and looked at me with something strange in her eyes for a moment. Was she ashamed of it? Was she just reticent to reveal it? "No, I heard about it and decided it might be interesting to try it." There was something about the way she said it that was not quite right, but I couldn't put my finger on it.

I guess I decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth, as they say, and just let it drop. I had satisfied my horny desires and my wife had turned me on beyond belief. I had just gone back outside to work on the branches when I heard a loud commotion from across the street. It sounded like yelling and shouting. I walked to the front of my house and looked across the street at the house belonging to Emily and Robert, two acquaintances of ours. They were not really friends. They had moved in about 6 months ago and we had not really socialized much with them yet. Emily was yelling and throwing something at Robert's car as he backed out of the driveway really fast and sped off down the street. She was standing there in shorts and a tank top, her thick mane of auburn hair disheveled, red-faced, and drawing great deep breaths. She was definitely worked up about something.

I crossed the street and tried to be neighborly. "Are you okay, Emily? Did something happen over here?"

It took her a second to focus on me. She was still so worked up that she took a couple more deep breaths to calm herself, looked at me, and said "No, everything is not alright. Come, I'll show you what's wrong!"

I wasn't sure I really wanted to get involved, but she led me into her house and I followed, trying to be supportive. It was already obvious that she and Robert had had a very nasty fight from what I saw outside. Once in the house, I could see that some things had been thrown around the room. I continued to follow her past the living area and down the hall to what I assumed was the master bedroom. She led me in and pointed to the bed. It was almost completely stripped, with sheets lying all over the floor and the sliding glass door to the backyard that they had in their bedroom stood open. I looked at her for further information. It was a messy bed and the door was open. Did she get that worked up over that?

She could see my confusion, I guess, because she started into her explanation.

"I started to go shopping this morning and forgot my wallet. I had taken it out of my purse earlier. I came back and heard moaning back here. I thought Robert was... well, you know, taking care of business. Instead as I flung open the door, I see that there is a woman on her hands and knees on the floor and he's fucking her. My husband is on the floor fucking another woman in my bedroom! Fucking bastard. All I could see was his ass as he flexed it to bury that little dick of his in her. At first, they were so worked up and fucking so hard, they didn't even notice me. I stood there, unable to make a move, as I watched my husband of 9 years fucking the **** out of some home-wrecking bitch! I decided to slam the door and I did. He looked up when he heard the door slam and he and the woman both jerked, although I didn't get to see her face. He immediately pulled out and turned to grab me. The woman's clothes were on the floor right next to her and she grabbed them and ran out the sliding door. She was a small shapely woman and she got out of here quickly and naked. Robert held me long enough to let her get away or I would have strangled the little bitch. Then, when he let me go, I started hitting and kicking him. He took off; trying to dress as he left, but I kept throwing things at him. By the time he got in his car, I think I got a couple of good shots in."

She then turned to me. I was standing there in shock. I couldn't believe the story she told me. I didn't know what she expected me to say, so I said what I thought was the safest thing, repeating her comment, "Yeah, fucking bastard!"

She smiled a little at that. "I didn't even get to see who the little bitch was, but she ran out the back and had to get dressed somewhere. Maybe someone saw her. I'll find out who it is. I'll also make that bastard pay for all this. I'm not letting that fucker back into this house... ever!"

"Okay." I tried to start extricating myself from the scene. I hated getting involved in domestic disputes. "If you need help with anything, let me know."

She turned and smiled just a little, trying to be nice, her voice returning to a normal volume. "Thanks, John. I appreciate your concern. And if you hear anything about a naked woman running through the yards, trying to get dressed, let me know. I want to find out who little horny bitch was. She was in such a hurry; she did leave her panties behind. Little bitch had worn some fancy lace panties over to entice my soon-to-be ex-husband. Here, look at this."

She held up some very see through red-lace panties. They had the words 'It's all yours' embroidered on the front. My eyes got very large and I stared at them. She looked at me funny. "What is it?"

I just kept staring at panties that were exactly like the ones my wife had worn for me last Valentine's Day.

I just kept staring at the panties that were just like the ones my wife had worn for me last Valentine's Day. They were in the hands of our neighbor Emily from across the street. She had found them when she caught her husband fucking a woman in their bedroom. She had only seen the woman from behind, but had just finished telling me what had happened in her home when she caught her husband fucking the woman. I had to think clearly about this. I had been married to my wife for seven years and there was no indication of this kind of activity. Was this the only pair of panties like that? Or was it a common item that was available in some local store? If so, what were the odds that a woman with the same pair would end up fucking the guy directly across the street from me? Was that why my wife was so fucking horny and without panties when she came home and asked me to fuck her hard and nastily? Was she really cheating on me?

I had a zillion questions and no answers, but I was determined to get some... just not from Emily.

"What's the matter?" Emily asked me. Her eyes narrowed as if she knew what I was thinking. Or at least she had an idea that maybe it was my wife who was over here. "Do these look familiar to you?" she finally asked accusingly.

"No."

"I don't know what your wife looks like naked from behind, but if these were her panties and she was fucking my husband, you'd tell me right?"

Her tone was getting nasty. I figured I'd better at least try to get the upper hand until I found out what was going on, so I responded quickly and harshly. "Yes, I would tell you. My wife came home from shopping a long time ago, so it's not her. Don't even think such a thing!" That seemed to placate her a little and I knew I had to get out of there. "Well, I'm really sorry about what you found out about your husband, but I should get home."

She had softened a little and was starting to look depressed. "Okay. Thanks for coming over. I just can't get over the whole thing. Sorry to bring you into it." "That's okay. Call me if you need anything." I said as I moved quickly, but not too quickly towards the door. I wanted to ask her if she had family in the area or a close friend she could call, but I was afraid that it would start a new conversation and I needed to get home.

She let me go and stood there in the doorway watching me as I went home. I know because I turned to look back after I crossed the street. She was still standing there, looking very forlorn, her eyes staring at nothing. I was stricken by the fact that I may have just lied to her while she was in such a terrible state, but I had other more pressing things to deal with right now.

I threw open the door and rushed into the house. "Cindy! Where are you?!" I yelled as soon as I had closed the door.

"Right here!" she said as she came down the stairs from the second story. She was wearing her robe and her hair was wet. She had just finished a shower.

"I want you to do me a favor." I said, firmly, but no longer yelling.

"What?" She eyed me suspiciously.

I didn't want to give her too much time or room for evasion so I just said it straight out. "I want you to go up and get those red lace panties that you wore for Valentine's Day and that say 'It's all yours' on the front."

She tried not to show it, but the recognition was there in her eyes. She had been caught. My pretty little wife was a cheating, home-wrecking, slut.

She finally answered me, but I already knew the truth by her hesitation and the way she looked at me. "I don't know where they are, but I can go see if I can find them."

"Don't bother. I know where they are." I said in a defeated manner.

"You do?" she asked me quietly, her eyes widening.

"Yes. I just saw Emily and Robert having a big fight and him driving away. I went over to make sure she was alright. She told me she had caught her husband in the act of fucking some woman. A woman who, in her hurry, left a pair of red lace panties with 'It's all yours' stitched on the front." I was continuing to get louder and madder and I could see her shoulders start to slump and sag. I had her now. "The pair that you wore for me on Valentine's Day is now in the hands of Emily across the street. Now tell me why I shouldn't kick your ass out right now!"

Cindy looked up at me. She was completely defeated. She said "It's a long story about how it happened, and you have every right to kick me out." She turned toward the stairs. "I'll go get dressed and leave."

What?! I was so angry I could strangle her. She was just going to leave? No fight? The way she said "long story" made me want to know more. What exactly happened and how did this come about? I had to know.

"Wait!"

She turned. Tears were rolling down her face and she wouldn't look up at me. She just stood there, sobbing gently and waited. I was very angry, but I've loved this woman for most of my adult life and now I couldn't just let it go at that. "Come down here. I want to know this long story."

She trudged down the stairs like a lost waif. I was still angry, but I felt sorry for her. I was hoping that she was not just playing to my love for her; that she was really sickened by all this.

Finally, once she was sitting she started talking. The damn burst and the words spilled out, washing over me. I couldn't even think to ask questions or anything until she was done.

She overheard a woman at work talk about doing it for her husband where she was his slave for the weekend. Over the next year she started surfing the net for people who did dom/sub for a short time so that she could understand how they did it. She claimed she was just curious at first. But soon she became enamored with trying it. There was something drawing her in; leading her to take whatever chances she had to take to try it. The hard part was how. She learned from the internet that there were more serious people who actually lived the lifestyle full time, but she didn't want that. She just wanted a taste; a chance to test how she liked it; to push her limits and see what it was all about. Her main problem was how to introduce the idea into our relationship. Since we had an established relationship with how we treated each other, she wasn't sure that would work and she claimed to have hinted at it with me, but that I didn't seem interested. (I was completely unaware of these hints.) So next she searched and found a place on the net where people advertised for doms or subs for some temporary play. She had studied them for quite some time and had joined a site to find someone to "test" it with. She was very nervous about it, but after finding there was someone in our town, she was tempted. She exchanged emails with him over about three months, until finally submitting (so to speak) to his request to get together and do it. The most coincidental thing was that the guy turned out to be Robert, right across the street. They met the first time for lunch in order to set the ground rules and the first time they had decided to "play" had been today. It turned out that all he wanted to do was fuck her and as soon as they started and he had told her to undress he put her on all fours and started in. It had only been about 2 minutes before Emily came through the door. She was completely humiliated, scared, and horny as hell; hence her desire to get fucked as soon as she walked in the door here at home.

By the time she was done, she had stopped crying a little and I was still stunned. I was stunned at both the story and at her description. The logic did not make sense to me, but it must have to her because she appeared to be pouring her heart out and there was no hesitation or appearance of trying to moderate the story.

She had been looking down the entire time until she stopped. She looked up at me to see my reaction. I was unable to say anything immediately. I just stared. She erupted into tears again, placing her head in her hands and sobbing heavily. The only words that came out now were "Oh, my God!" in amongst the sobs. I was hurting for her. I was furious with her and wanted to toss her out, but at the same time I wanted to take her in my arms and comfort her. I was confused by my conflicting feelings, but then I figured that if we were going to get on with our lives, separately or together, we had better stop the crying and come to a resolution. Wait! Did I just think about a life together still? Could I actually forgive her this kind of transgression?

She finally stood up; shoulders slumped, head down and started for the stairs. I couldn't face seeing her like that, so I stepped forward and wrapped my arms around her to try to provide some comfort and at least get her calmed enough to face the rest of the day. She flinched. Maybe she thought I was going to take out my anger on her right there. When she realized I was trying to hug her, she plastered herself to me and kept sobbing, throwing in "I'm so sorry!" every minute or so.

I just stood there and held her; 110 pounds of sobbing, quivering flesh. I was going over in my mind all the things that had happened and where I really wanted this to go. End it? Continue it? I was so conflicted, but I could not see myself without her. The fabric of our lives were so interwoven that I wasn't sure I could identify myself without her.

Finally, I pushed her back away from me and lifted her chin up so that our eyes met. I tried to calm and steady my voice. I took out as much of the anger and recrimination as possible. "Look. Just go upstairs and take a hot bath and we'll talk about this after we are more rational."

The small ray of hope in her eyes, or maybe it was just thankfulness that I was not yelling and screaming any more, was all I needed to know. She was still in love with me. She was just obsessed with this idea. I had heard that many people today were obsessed with internet porn to the detriment of their entire lives. Some ideas, they just couldn't get out of their heads. So if I was going to have any type of relationship with her that meant dealing with her obsession.

She headed upstairs to do what I had suggested and I was left alone with my thoughts. I never remembered any hints about developing a little dominate/submissive relationship with her. I knew this because I kind of liked the idea, but would never have done it without her and I had not planned on bringing it up. It was one of those things that I had determined would be one of those lifelong unfulfilled fantasies. But maybe things could change. Could we change our relationship like that? Did people who did this kind of thing start it at the beginning of their relationship, or did it develop and grow slowly? I didn't know for sure, but I was thinking of a way to arrange for her to have her submissive fantasy come true, and maybe push her a little outside of her comfort zone. That would either cement the idea in her that she loved the **********, or get her over it.

I went upstairs after a while and she was just getting out of the tub. I looked at her beautiful slim body, and decided what I was going to do.

I walked slowly over to her while she wrapped the towel around her and stared at her. She started to cower a little and I stopped. I reached out, took her hand and pulled her into an embrace. I hugged her and she hugged me back... hard. I leaned down and whispered in her ear. "Okay, my little slut, you will not get dressed for the rest of the day. You will remain naked at all times. Now finish drying off, go lay face down on the bed, and prepare for your punishment."

She stiffened a little, but said "Yes, sir." I realized how much I loved the sound of that and how much it meant to me this morning during our passionate fuck in the kitchen. I was going to push her and see if she really wanted it and if I did, too.

I walked up to the bed and sat down. My wife was lying there face down, naked, scared, and completely at my mercy. I was already enjoying it. I could see that she was trembling slightly. I didn't know if that was because she was cold from being naked with wet hair, or in anticipation of what was to come. I reached out and placed my hand on her ass. She flinched a little. It was so smooth and gorgeous. I loved her ass. It was probably her best physical asset.

"Are you ready for the first stage of your punishment?"

"First stage?" She tried to turn and look at me.

I smacked her ass hard enough to make a loud slapping sound. "That was a yes or no question, my little slave girl. Now answer it!"

"Yes, sir."

I turned and straddled her, sitting on her calves. I stared at her ass some more, doing nothing, letting the anticipation rise. "I want you to count out each stroke of your spanking, saying the number and 'Sir' after each one. Is that clear?"

"Yes, sir." She responded meekly and started to visibly tremble.

Smack! I struck her and she responded "One, sir."

I then started laying them on her ass; striking hard enough that her ass turned to a blazing red and I gave her enough time to count them out until we got to 25. She was not crying, but whimpering with each count now. I was enjoying spanking her and I was hard as a rock. I could not tell if she was enjoying it, but at this point, I was taking out some of that anger that I still had from finding out that she was being fucked by the neighbor. After 25 swats, I decided that the next level of punishment was going to be a little different. I got up and stood by the bed. She didn't move. I loved the feeling of control that she was giving me and that I was enjoying.

"Now get up, go downstairs and get me a beer and meet me in the den."

She immediately obeyed. My dick stayed very hard watching my beautiful wife get up, her tits bouncing nicely, and then walk downstairs with her fire-engine red ass. I followed her to make sure I could see it all the way down until she disappeared into the kitchen. I went to the den and sat down on the couch.

She joined me in the den and handed me the beer. She remained standing after handing it to me to see what was next. I was impressed. I was thinking that she would sit down and I would have to correct her. I smiled up at her and noticed that she was staring at the floor, her eyes downcast and not even trying to look at me.

"You may sit on the floor next to me." I thought I might as well enjoy this sexually so I said. "Take my pants off and suck my dick until I cum in your mouth. But don't just suck it... worship it."

There was no hesitation on her part. She immediately starting undoing my pants, removed them, and then kneeled down in front of me. She slowly licked up my shaft and took a good suck on the head. She pressed it against my stomach and started licking and sucking on my balls. She was doing very well and I was already leaking pre-cum. She was never a bad cocksucker, but this already felt a little different as she put more effort into it. She licked back up to the head and started fondling my balls while she started sucking my cock. She took me down as far as she could, then came back up, using her tongue to tickle the tender spot just under the mushroom head. She rolled her tongue all the way around the head and then slowly took the whole thing into her mouth again. After three round trips like this, I knew that I was going to come soon. I had been hard for a while and the spanking had been quite thrilling. She knew it, too, so she started bobbing on my dick and I grabbed her head and started helping.

"Don't spill a drop!" I managed to say right before I came, holding her head still as I thrust and spasmed, shooting several big loads into her hot mouth. And she didn't. She kept milking my dick until she had gotten all my cum and sucked me dry.

When she came off my dick, she looked up at me and smiled. She looked perfectly content. "How was that blowjob, sir?"

"That was fucking wonderful!" I replied. "Now lay down here on the couch with your head on my lap while I ***** this beer and watch TV." She complied.

I watched a little TV and just ran my hand over her back and ass, occasionally running my finger down along her ass-crack and across her tightly puckered anus. It had never been penetrated as far as I knew. I was going to do that in a while, but after about an hour of her getting comfortable and her ass color slowly fading, it was time to push her limits another way.

I got up and told her to get on the floor on all fours, face on the floor and ass high in the air. She did it immediately. I told her to wait there. I walked out the front door and across the street to see if Emily was still home. She was. I had contemplated what might happen when I told her the truth, but I had to take this step.

She answered the door and I could tell she had been crying. "Oh, hello." She seemed very depressed.

"How would you like to get back at your bastard husband?"

She looked at me for a few seconds, trying to ascertain my meaning or where I was going with this. Then she narrowed her eyes and stared at me closely. "I would love to. What did you have in mind?"

"First, I have discovered it was indeed my wife who was fucking your husband." Her eyes went wide and she set her mouth grimly. I continued before she could say anything. "When I found out, I was going to throw her out, but it appears that the only reason she was doing it was because she thought your husband would teach her a little about domination and **********. It's a long story, but all he really wanted to do was fuck her, which he had just started for the first time when you showed up."

She finally spoke one word. "Bastard."

"Yes, well, I have made my little bitch wife my slave for now and I paddled her ass for it. Now she's in the den, on her hands and knees, naked, and awaiting my next command. I thought you might want to come over and assist me on disciplining the little slut."

She got an evil grin on her face. "Definitely."

We slowly walked back to my place and I told her my plan. She made a recommendation that shocked me and almost made my dick hard just thinking about it, so we decided to go with her idea.

When we got in there, Cindy was still there, ass up high. Her little rosebud was showing and her pussy wet and ***** engorged. She must be turned on by all this or she was playing with herself or both. She couldn't see Emily at first, but when we got around to the couch and we both sat down, she turned her head that direction and saw Emily. Her eyes went wide and she started to say something, but to her credit, she held it back. She looked at me and it appeared that she might start crying again.

"Okay, Cindy. I want you to come over here on your knees and ask for forgiveness from Emily for fucking her husband."

She crawled over, already starting to sob, placed her head in Emily's lap and starting sobbing. She kept repeating "I'm so sorry, Emily." Emily looked a little shocked.

I reached over and slapped her ass hard. "Tell you what you are sorry for!"

"I'm so sorry I was fucking your husband." Cindy seemed really upset now.

"Are you really sorry?" Emily lifted Cindy's head and looked at her.

"Yes, Emily, I am very sorry." She was calming down a little, seeing that Emily was not overly angry.

"Okay. Thank you for apologizing. My husband will not get off so easily. He's the one that swore an oath. Now I want you to help me get even with my husband."

Cindy looked at her questioningly. She looked over at me, too, and you could see she was waiting for the other shoe to drop.

Emily stood up and said to Cindy. "Undress me and your husband and get him ready to fuck me."

Cindy stared for a second, and then looked at me. I nodded. She pulled down Emily's shorts and underwear in one pull. I could see her glance at Emily's shaven pussy, the lips clearly visible. Then she stood up and lifted Emily's tank top over her head. Finally, she removed Emily's bra and I got to see this auburn haired woman in the altogether. She was about 5'8", auburn hair, pale skin that didn't seem to take to the sun much. Her tits had a little sag, but that's because they appeared to be large and heavy. You couldn't tell in the bra she was wearing today because it was a heavy-duty bra to be used when exercising. Her ass was larger than my wife's but still in good shape. Her pussy, being completely shaven, looked delightfully edible.

Cindy then took my clothes off quickly. I was already hard, so getting me ready to fuck Emily was a moot point, but she sucked my dick a couple of times and jacked it to make sure. Then she looked up at the two of us expectantly.

I looked at Emily and she got down on all fours and pointed her ass at me. I stared at it hungrily, the first new ass and pussy in my life in over 8 years. Cindy also seemed to be amazed at this and stared openly.

I got down on my knees and right behind Emily. "Cindy, check to make sure that Emily is ready to be fucked. Make sure she is wet. If she isn't, make her wet." I thought that would be a push too far, but Cindy nonchalantly put her hand up to Emily's pussy and ran her fingers through the pink gash. I was a little shocked, and my dick twitched at the sight of my wife touching another woman's pussy. It appeared that this scene had been having an effect on Emily, too, because my wife's fingers slid easily along the gash and came back wet.

"She's ready, sir." Cindy stated quickly, looking up at me. I thought I might still see some hesitation in her face, but she was ready to serve.

"Now guide my hard cock into Emily's wet pussy." Cindy obeyed. And she didn't just aim it and let me push it in, but she actually reached with her left hand and parted Emily's lips while with her right she pulled my dick forward to put it in.

I pushed and it started to enter slowly, but Emily was so fucking tight! "Fuck, Emily, your pussy is small! You are so tight!"

"That's because my husband has a long, but skinny dick. You are much larger around."

I looked down and watched as I worked it all the way into her. It was glorious. I noticed that Cindy was watching, too. I slowly pulled all the way out and turned a little towards Cindy. I pushed on her head and she knew exactly what I wanted. She dove down and engulfed my dick. Emily turned her head and watched. Cindy licked it clean and seemed more intent on sucking my dick than I had ever seen. Hmmm! Maybe she likes the taste of pussy on my dick... or maybe just pussy in general!

I pulled away from her and placed my dick back into Emily. I started fucking her pretty good. She was rocking into my thrusts and moaning. Suddenly, Cindy reached under us and started rubbing Emily's clit.

"Oh, fuck yes, baby. Rub my clit. Make me cum all over your husband's fat dick."

Cindy took that as a command and seemed to increase her ministrations. Emily began to groan and finally came in great shudders.

"Hmmm. Oh! Yes! Fuck! Don't stop!" Emily was muttering just loud enough to be heard. When she finally stopped cumming I was close so I whipped it out of her pussy and jacked it off for a few seconds until I shot a big load of cum all over her ass and asshole, and dripping down onto her pussy. I sat back on the floor and looked at Cindy who was sitting there watching the whole thing.

"Clean up my dick." She did so with gusto. Then I got a better idea seeing that Emily was still there on all fours, except she had leaned forward to put her head on top of her hands on the floor. Her ass and pussy were on display with cum running down her legs, so I lifted Cindy's head from my dick and commanded . "Clean my cum off Emily."

Cindy looked at me, then at Emily's cum-covered ass, and finally back to me. I pointed and she obeyed. She crawled over to Emily's fantastic behind and bent over. She started licking where the drips were running down Emily's legs. Emily flinched, having not heard me give the command. She lifted her head up and looked over her shoulder. I'm not sure who she thought it was, but her eyes got big when she realized it was Cindy. In the meantime, Cindy licked up to Emily's pussy and licked the cum off and continued up across her asshole, eliciting a moan from Emily. She finished by cleaning up Emily's ass and then turned to me and said "Thank you, sir, for your cum."

I chuckled at that and was amazed that she had sexually touched another woman. She seemed to really enjoy being ordered around. We had never even discussed her touching another woamn and here she was doing it. My anger over her earlier transgression was forgotten at that moment. Then Emily got up and turned around. She looked at Cindy and said to her in graphic terms "Thank you for cleaning your husband's hot cum off my pussy and ass. You can clean the cum off my pussy and ass any time."

Cindy looked down, blushed slightly at what she realized she just did, but then said "You are welcome, Emily. I'm sorry I fucked your husband, but you can have mine any time."

I gaped at that. I stared at Emily and she stared at me. Wow! This day has been one surprise after another.

Emily finished dressing and leaned over to kiss me. "Thanks for that. I'll be sure to tell me husband about it... after the divorce!" Then she leaned over and tweaked one of my wife's nipples. Cindy squeaked, but appeared to enjoy it and smiled. Emily just laughed, looked at me and said "Well, good luck with this one!"

After Emily left, I pulled Cindy up next to me on the couch. I held her face, looked directly into her eyes, and asked her how she felt about what had happened.

She looked down sheepishly, finally looking back up directly at me. "I loved every minute of it. I even loved it when you ordered me to lick your cum off Emily. I have never touched another woman's pussy, or licked her pussy or ass, and today I did. It actually turned me on to know that you were making me do it. It was something that I previously considered 'forbidden', but you ordering me to do it meant that I had to. It wasn't my decision."

"I'm still a little shocked, too." I responded. "Is this something you want to continue?"

Cindy looked at me and smile. "Yes. I was so turned on knowing that I was doing it for you. It was not only fulfilling my fantasy of being dominated a little, but it was by someone that I love and enjoyed doing it for. I want to do it whenever you want... sir." She added the last after a wry smile and a pause.

I sat there and reviewed the day's events.

I had found out that my wife Cindy had been searching elsewhere for someone to dominate her, afraid to try it at home with me. After poking around the internet, it turned out that our neighbor across the street had "volunteered", but had only wanted to try to fuck her. They were caught by his wife and then I found out. I was going to throw her out on her ass, but something about the idea appealed to me; and then there was the fact that I still loved that damn woman!

Instead, partly because I wanted to try it and partly just to get back at her, I spanked her, made her blow me, ****** her to help me fuck our neighbor Emily (the one whose husband had volunteered to dominate her), and even had her lick my cum off Emily's body. She had stated that she loved every minute of it. Apparently, it had been one of her secret fantasies that she felt we could not do. However, once we had been through her punishment, she was looking to continue her temporary "enslavement", and I was willing to try to learn, too.

We were still sitting on the sofa and she had admitted her desire to continue, so I asked her who at work she had heard describe it. She admitted that it was a woman named Jennifer who lived a couple of blocks away. Jennifer did not discuss it with Cindy, but she overheard her telling another woman about it. I considered having her ask Jennifer over, but thought that it would have to wait. For now, it was approaching 3pm and we had 6 guests arriving for a cookout at 6. It was three couples that we had known for a while and used to work with before changing companies. Since they were not current fellow employees and they didn't live right next door, I decided to push Cindy some more.

"Are you sure this is what you want?"

She looked directly at me for about 30 seconds, and I could see the wheels turning. "Yes. I am completely enthralled with what just happened and I am going to put myself in your hands for this. I know that you love me, because you didn't immediately throw me out. I also know that what we just did was partly to make me do it just to get back for me fucking with Robert. I'm okay with that. For some reason, every part of it excited me more than I have ever been before. I want to do whatever you want to do and I hope that we can stay together and enjoy this."

I looked at her closely. I was mulling what to do next and decided that we'd start by seeing how far she would go with some friends. "Do you know that little yellow sundress that you have?"

"Yes, sir." She said, returning to the submissive talk.

"I want you to wear it tonight for the party... without anything else under it."

She looked at me and I could see what she thought of that. It was fairly thin. Not transparent, but thin enough and tight enough that everyone would know that she had nothing on. However, to her credit, she did not consider it for long. "Yes, sir."

I smiled and got up. "Now come into the shower with me and get me ready for the party."

She followed me upstairs, prepared the shower, got in with me, and washed me very thoroughly. I let her wash my ass and dick, but I kept her from spending too much time on it as I wanted to recover from the afternoon and be ready for some evening fun.

Finally, at 6:15, a little late, the guests started arriving. Cindy was a vision in the yellow dress. She didn't look slutty, but if you looked closely, you could see her nipples poking against the fabric and tell that when it stretched over her ass that there was nothing underneath. I couldn't wait to see her backlit by the sun outside. I knew that it would be easy to see a perfect outline of her body.

I started the grill and cooking and the guys gathered with me while Cindy discussed work and other things with the women in the kitchen.

There was nothing but small talk and finally the food and ****** were all ready and we sat down on the deck to enjoy the meal. I watched Cindy closely to see how she looked. She looked fantastic to me, but then she always had. In that little sundress you could see that there were no underwear lines and if you looked closely, that her nipples were noticeable. I was watching my guests to see who was checking her out. The guys were just checking her out briefly, but nothing too obvious. However, one of the women, Sam (Samantha), was almost staring every time Cindy was near her. I could see her making sure that she and Cindy touched and rubbed against each other. This was a very surprising development. I didn't know what to think of it at first. I looked at her husband Bill and he was chatting with the others, not really paying attention to Cindy or his wife. Nobody was paying attention to me, so at one point, when I was standing behind most of the folks retrieving beers, and Sam was ogling Cindy, I stared at her until she noticed it. She looked at me, knowing she had been caught staring at Cindy, and blushed... deeply. There was definitely something going on there.

I went back to the normal banter and every once in a while looked up at Sam. She would glance up at me periodically and then look away quickly. I decided to push it.

I noticed when Sam finished her wine and since the wine was in the house, I waited until she went inside to go get more. I immediately stood up and asked if anyone else needed anything from inside and followed closely on her heels. She turned her back to me and proceeded to pour the wine, trying to ignore me. For a second I took in her physique. She was tall and thin, with probably A-cup tits. She was above average looking, but she and her husband always seemed to hint of being a little staid. She was wearing a jean skirt that went to her knees and a white buttoned princess blouse that showed a hint of her skin colored bra. I decided not to let her ignore me. I walked up directly beside her, put my arm around her shoulders and said, "Cindy really does look ravishing tonight, doesn't she?"

Sam almost dropped the bottle of wine. "Sorry. I didn't mean to stare. I was trying to figure out if she was wearing anything under it, and I guess I stared too long."

Push, push. "I thought maybe you were checking out her assets." I said it with a chuckle like I was kidding; but of course I wasn't. "And just to verify it for you, yes, that dress is the only thing she is wearing. Anything else you'd like to know?"

She just looked at me, apprehension on her face.

I continued on. "She sure does look good in it, doesn't she? You can see her nipples all the time... and her ass is just too perfect."

Sam blushed and looked up at me. "She always has been a beautiful woman. I would never have the nerve to go without a bra or panties in front of a bunch of people."

"It wasn't her choice or decision."

Now Sam looked at me closely. "You made her do it?"

"Yes. I ordered her to and her submissive side agreed."

Sam's eyes widened a little and she looked at me with her eyes downcast a little. "Are you guys doing a dom/sub thing now?

"Yes." I answered. I looked at her and she suddenly was extremely attractive to me. I think it was the way she had lowered her eyes; like she wanted me to dominate her as well. I decided at this point I had nothing to lose. "And while we are on the subject, I want you to remove your panties, too. Right now. Right here. Give me your panties."

"Wait a minute. I don't know what you think...." She started talking but I interrupted her.

"You know you want it. I could see it in your eyes when you asked about me and Cindy. Yes, we are doing the dom/sub 'thing'. So please remove your panties before I punish you for disobeying."

Sam stared at me. I could see her hesitation, but this was a good thing. She wasn't screaming at me or pissed off at me making such an assumption. She just looked a little unsure about it, and I gave her a second and then snapped my fingers. "C'mon. Get on with it."

Without another word, Sam looked around to make sure she was out of sight of the others, and then raised her skirt up to reach her panties. I was standing next to her and could see her tight little ass and the hint of her sex as she reached for the sides of her panties. She instantly pulled them down to the floor, letting her skirt slide back down before I saw very much, and stepped out of them. She stooped down, picked them up , and handed them to me. They were just a bit damp. I didn't know if that was sweat or she was getting turned on, so I slowly raised them to my face to smell them. Sam watched, enraptured by this. When I got them to my nose I took a good whiff and said "Hmmm. Your pussy smells very good. I think you are getting turned on by this, aren't you?"

"No!" Sam answered me quickly. I raised my eyebrows at her questioningly and held her panties up to my nose. She lowered her gaze and said quietly. "Yes."

"Are you turned on by the fact that you gave your panties to me? That someone ordered you to do it? Or were you already turned on by my wife's predicament?"

"Yes... to everything." She whispered, her eyes still downcast.

Outstanding! I was going to push this to the limit, but first I wanted more ****** to flow. She watched me closely as I put her panties into my pocket and grinned.

"I see you poured yourself another glass of wine. ***** it all right now and pour yourself another."

She obeyed and I knew I was going to get her ***** to push her. I also had to work on her husband.

We went back outside and the party continued; nobody else even aware of my exchange with Sam. I noticed that she was ******** pretty heavily and getting *****. I also noticed that Bill was ******** heavily.

Finally, as the party was winding down and folks started to leave, I made sure that Bill and Sam were the last two left by keeping Bill busy discussing baseball. We went inside and I asked them to sit when we got to the den and also asked if they wanted anything else to *****. Everyone said yes, including Cindy, who I also noticed was a little *****. I came back in with the ****** and handed them out. Bill was sitting in the easy chair, leaning back, and the two women were sitting on either end of the couch. I sat between them, Cindy on my left, and put my hand on Cindy's leg. She looked at me, smiling and blushing a little. She already had an idea of what I was going to do. I slowly pulled her upper leg off the lower one because she had sat with them crossed. She put it down next to the other one, but I pulled them open a little. Not much, but enough so that there was some room there. Bill didn't seem to notice. He was jabbering on about something with his favorite team. When I turned to Sam, however, she looked right at me and then looked down at my hand, which I had left on Cindy's leg. I moved Cindy's legs a little further apart without taking my eyes off Sam. She watched intently. I then looked down at Sam's legs and smiled at her. She knew what I wanted and she did the same as Cindy; she opened her legs to about the same width... and blushed.

I didn't hear anything from Bill, so I looked over and I could see that he was a little more interested now in Cindy's legs. He couldn't see up between them, but I knew that he was aware of her lack of panties. I'm sure everyone had been all night. Now, as I slowly opened her legs a little more, her dress started riding up. All that was hidden now was her pussy because it was still in shadow. Bill had completely stopped talking. He was mesmerized by Cindy's display. I looked at Sam and she was watching the display and looking up at her husband. She said nothing. I then took my right hand and put it on Sam's leg, just above the knee where there was bare skin. She flinched, but didn't say anything or move. I started pulling on her leg, too, and after some initial resistance, she started opening her legs as well. Soon, I had hers as wide as Cindy's and her pussy was just out of sight. I looked over at Bill and he was staring at what I was doing.

"So, Bill." I said. He looked up at me. "Did you know that both our wives are without panties?" He stared at me for a second. Then he licked his lips and looked from one to the other.

"Sam?" He turned his eyes toward his wife. "Do you have any panties on?"

"No." Sam answered, lowering her eyes. "John ordered me to remove them earlier."

"Oh." That was all Bill said for a while. I let the tension build a little longer, trying to see how far they would let me push it. "Why? Did you tell him about us?"

"Bill!" Sam blurted out. I jerked my head toward her and looked at her stricken expression. This was obviously something that was not supposed to be known.

I turned back toward Bill and eyed him closely. He wouldn't meet my eyes. I turned back toward Sam and said "Tell me now what you are talking about or I'll punish you right here and now."

Sam lowered her eyes for a moment and then looked up at me with her head still tilted down. She spoke so softly, I could barely make out what she was saying. "Bill and I wanted to try what you and Cindy are doing, but we both found out that we like to be dominated and neither of us is very good at dominating the other."

I was shocked for a second and then I smiled. "Well, Sam, Bill, I'm not very good at it either. Cindy and I just started today." They both looked at me a little surprised. "For me right now, it's purely a voyeuristic and sexual thing. I haven't gotten too far into it, but I think we will try a little something tonight."

I looked at the three of them. Bill looked stricken, Sam looked resigned and had lowered her eyes, but Cindy was smiling and almost glowing.

"Cindy and Sam, bring over one of the dining room arm chairs. Then undress Bill and put him in it." I saw them get started and I went out to the garage to get my duct tape and some clean rags. I was going to tape Bill up, but the duct tape would be tough on the skin without some padding.

When I came back the two girls were just finishing getting his boxers off. He was not very big, but he was hard already, apparently enjoying the attention. Once they sat him down in the chair, I ordered them to get undressed. Cindy only had to raise her dress over her head, but Sam took her time, seemingly a little embarrassed. With Bill I wrapped a small rag around his left wrist and duct taped it to the arm of the chair. I did the same with this right wrist, and both ankles. He didn't even try to move or say anything as I did it.

As I undressed I had the women sit on the couch and told them not to touch anything. Once undressed, I decided that we should tease Bill a little.

"Sam, Cindy, come over here." I stood a couple of feet in front of Bill. "Take turns sucking my dick." Cindy immediately dropped to her knees on my left, but Sam hesitated. She was now naked in front of a friend and her husband and had been ordered to suck the friend's dick. I could tell that she was trying to look to Bill for approval. "Don't look at your husband. I'm your master and you will do what I say, when I say to do it!" I smacked her on the ass with my hand, the flat slap resounding loudly. She whimpered a little and kneeled in front of me on the right. I loved it! Cindy, after having sucked my dick a few times, pulled it out and turned it toward Sam. Again she hesitated. I grabbed her head and pushed it onto my dick. She opened her mouth and took it in. Once she started, she seemed to try to do a good job, but was still a little tense. I could see Bill staring, watching closely, but he still had an erection sticking straight up. I was ready for the next step soon.

"Sam, stand up in front of me, facing Bill." She obeyed very quickly that time. Cindy tried to grab my dick and start sucking again. "Just a second Cindy." I said as I pulled my dick back. I was going to have to pace myself if I was going to last very long.

"Sam, bend over from the waist, putting your hands on Bill's arms." She did so, and seemed to be looking more at his dick than his face. I took my right hand and ran my fingers down her ass, across her asshole, and onto her pussy. I let them glide through her swollen pink slit and found that she was as excited as the rest of us. She moaned her approval. It was time to fuck!

"Cindy, guide my dick into Sam." She did the same as before, holding Sam's lips open as she guided my dick to Sam's personal oven. Sam jumped a little at Cindy's touch, but stayed in place. I slowly eased my dick forward and Sam moaned. "Sam, I want you to describe exactly what is happening and what you are feeling to your husband." She moaned again.

"He's fucking me!" she said to her husband.

"No, describe it like an erotic novel." I prompted.

She got better real fast. "His big, hard dick is slowly sliding into my soaking wet pussy. Oh, it feels so good." She was going to make me cum as well, because this talk was really turning me on. I then grabbed her hips and started taking long, hard strokes. "Oh, Bill, now he's taking his cock and burying it deep into my pussy. He is pounding me!" I loved it.

I noticed that Cindy was just watching, so I had her get involved. "Cindy, move under Sam and suck her tits." Cindy immediately crawled under Sam and started sucking on her nipples like a nursing ******. I could hear her slurps.

"Oh, Bill!" Sam was really into it now and getting ready to cum. "Oh, fuck, she's sucking my tits, pulling on the nipples and John is hammering my pussy. My clit is on fire... oh, ****, I'm gonna cum! Oh, fuck, don't stop fucking and sucking. I love it, fuck yes, I love it! FUCK! ARRRGGGHH!" And when Sam came, it was like holding a vibrator on the end of my dick. She shuddered so much and so fast that I thought she was vibrating her whole body. It was too much for me and I exclaimed "I'm cumming, too!" and thrust and shot, thrust and shot, and thrust and shot some more. I came for like a minute, just thrusting in for each spurt. Sam was almost collapsing under me and Cindy and I were holding her up. I looked over Sam and could see that Bill was watching her closely, his eyes were as big as melons and his dick was wet and leaking pre-cum.

I finally pulled out and Cindy came out from under Sam. Sam slowly rolled onto the floor, gasping for breath. I looked at Bill and could see that his dick was hard and leaking pre-cum. He looked like he needed to cum badly after watching his wife get fucked. I was going to go easy on him this first time. I saw Cindy looking at his dick and decided that she should be able to enjoy some, too.

"Cindy, Bill looks like his dick is about to explode, don't you think?"

"Yes, sir, I think so."

"Do you want to relieve his pressure?"

Cindy looked up at me. "Yes, sir."

"Okay. Suck his dick, catch his cum in your mouth and then give it to Sam."

Cindy immediately crawled over to Bill to start sucking. Sam looked shocked at what I had asked Cindy to do. She didn't say anything, just watched as my wife took only two sucks before her husband groaned and shot his load into Cindy's mouth. I knew Cindy could take a load because she had proven able to hold an entire load in her mouth before and showed it to me. This time she stayed on Bill until he was done and then pulled off, her mouth closed and her cheeks puffed out. Bill looked like he was more relaxed now that he had cum, but he was staring at Cindy, watching her crawl over to Sam. She pushed Sam flat onto her back and got over her mouth. At first, Sam appeared to not want to participate and wouldn't open her mouth. But I cleared my throat and she knew that she had no choice. She opened her mouth and Cindy opened hers and let the cum pour out into Sam's mouth. Sam flinched and closed her eyes. I didn't know if she even regularly tasted cum, but she was now. With her eyes closed, Sam didn't see Cindy lowering her face to hers. Suddenly, Cindy smashed her mouth onto Sam's sharing the cum and kissing her deeply. Sam's eyes flew open and she seemed shocked by being kissed by Cindy. Bill was staring. He had a great view of Cindy as she kneeled over Sam and I'm sure he could see all of her ass and pussy. I smiled broadly, seeing that Cindy was really beginning to open up. Then Sam reached up and grabbed Cindy by the neck and started really making out with her. My dick started rising at the sight, even though I had just cum. I loved this turn of events.

Finally, the two women came up for air. They looked at each other closely and smiled. Then they looked at me.

"Crawl over here." I ordered them.

They both turned and crawled over to sit at my feet. I was amazed and enjoying this immensely. I figured, who wouldn't?

"How are you two feeling, now?"

"Fantastic!" Cindy immediately answered.

"Sam, tell me the truth, how do you feel?"

She raised her eyes to mine slowly. "I feel so good, I don't know what to say. I've never had a woman give me cum and kiss me and I loved it. I loved it when you were fucking me. ****! I loved it all!"

I smiled and looked at Bill. "Bill?"

"I'm okay. I'm still a little shocked, but I think I liked it."

I grinned at him. "You know you loved it! Don't lie to me!" He looked away.

"Okay, ladies, take the duct tape off of Bill and everyone get dressed. Bill and Sam, I want you to go home, but there are two conditions. First, you two cannot have sex or make yourself cum in any way this week. I want you back here on Friday having not cum at all this week. If I think you have disobeyed me, I'll take a strap to you. Now, go!"

Everything was accomplished quickly and after Bill and Sam left I looked at Cindy. "That was fucking amazing!"

Cindy smiled. "I'm glad you liked it, Master. That's the first time I've heard you use that term, and I think it scared Sam a little."

"Good! We're going to play with her a little this week, okay?"

"Yum! I'd like that, sir."

We headed up to bed and I was planning the next event in my mind. Hmmm. Maybe I needed to do some research into this stuff!

I decided I couldn't wait until Friday and I had an open afternoon at work on Thursday, so I called Cindy in the morning and told her to call Sam about lunch. I wanted them both to meet me at the Italian restaurant in the mall between our home and office. I told her that she and Sam were to wear skirts with light colored blouses and were forbidden from wearing bras and panties. She giggled.

She was happier than she had been in a while. After admitting her desire to be dominated, we had played at it for the first time last weekend. After that, even without the domination, she had been insatiable all week. As soon as I got home, she would greet me in the nude and attack me. The last two nights she had immediately given me a blowjob, and then after dinner we fucked like rabbits until we were exhausted. Did I mention that I was deliriously happy, too? No need.

I got to the restaurant at 11:45, the reservation was for 12:00, but the table was ready so they showed me to the table. It was near the back, set up against the wall and was a small semi-circular booth. I sat on one side and waited for my ladies. When they showed up I wasn't disappointed. Cindy had worn a short plaid skirt that was about mid-thigh and a white button down blouse. It was almost the school girl look and I could just make out her areolas showing through the material. Sam had worn a calf-length peasant skirt that had a slit in the side and a thin dressy t-shirt. When she came in and the air-conditioning hit her, I could see her nipples extend immediately. They looked scrumptious.

I rose to meet them and greeted Sam first. "Hello, gorgeous." I managed to get a slight blush out of her with that. "You get in first and sit in the back." Then I turned my attention to Cindy and gave her a quick kiss. "Hello, my sweet wife. How are you today?"

"I'm great!" Cindy grinned and sat down next to Sam. I sat on the other side of the semi-circle so that Sam was between us.

"Should we have some wine?" I asked them both.

"Yes!" Cindy responded immediately.

"I'm not sure. I have to go home and fix dinner for Bill tonight. I usually cook a big meal on Thursdays." Sam said. I could see she was wondering what was going to happen this afternoon. She had followed my directions on the manner of dress, but the dress was a little longer than I wanted.

"No problem. It's only noon. You can handle a little wine. I'll call Bill later and tell him if you can't get home to fix him dinner."

She voiced no further objections so I ordered a bottle of wine, and then we ordered our lunch. As soon as the waitress was gone I said to Cindy. "Unbutton some more buttons. I want to see some cleavage!" Another one of my fantasies that I thought would always remain a fantasy was to make my wife flash a little. She had voiced the same desires this week for the first time, and I thought I would start working on this.

Cindy laughed and immediately opened three buttons. Now her blouse was open to the middle of her breasts and you could see her cleavage. I could see Sam checking it out.

"You like her breasts, Sam?" As soon as I asked that, she blushed again and looked down. "Don't worry. They are, after all, fabulous tits." My wife beamed and made sure she sat up straight. "They are really firm and the nipples are fantastic. Go ahead, feel them!"

Sam hesitated, but she looked directly at Cindy's tits and Cindy pushed her chest out a little.

"Sam, what did I just order you to do?" She started to reach for Cindy's tits.

"No, first tell me what I said. Then do it."

"You told me to feel Cindy's tits."

"Good girl. Now do it, but not for too long. We don't want Cindy to get too carried away."

Cindy chuckled at that, and Sam reached over and stuck her left hand into Cindy's blouse, feeling her right breast. She squeezed the entire thing and then ran her fingers across the nipple as she withdrew her hand. Cindy moaned a little and both her nipples hardened and poked out against her blouse.

Just then the waitress brought lunch. Sam jerked her hand back and looked away. The waitress put the plates on the table and when she met my eyes she smirked. She must have seen what was going on. I just smiled. When she walked away, I checked her out more closely; a little chunky, but nice tits and ass. She was wearing a white shirt and black skirt. It seemed that that was the standard restaurant dress as everyone was in white on black. I leaned over a little to watch her go and Cindy followed my eyes. She smiled at me.

"See something interesting, sir?" She got into her sub role very quickly.

"Yes, as a matter of fact, I do. That waitress seemed to know what was going on over here and I think she likes it."

Sam looked a little stricken. "I don't want her to think that I'm a slut!"

"Sam... Sam." I turned to her and patted her hand on the table. "You are a slut, my dear. My personal little slut."

She looked at me a little shocked, her mouth open. Then she closed her mouth, lowered her eyes, and said, "Yes, sir."

"Sam, look at me." She raised her eyes and looked at me. "Sam, after the other night, I thought being controlled like this turned you on and it was something you liked. Are you not turned on right now? Aren't you enjoying this?"

"Yes, sir." She lowered her eyes again. "I like it." She hesitated, searching for the right words. "It's humiliating and scary, and I sometimes want to protest against it, but at the same time, I want you to make me do it. I can't really explain it, even to myself; except that I want you to make me do things that I'm uncomfortable with and sometimes humiliate me. I find that even when I'm scared and humiliated, I'm so turned on that I get soaking wet." She put her hands over her face. "What's happening to me?"

"Nothing's happening to you." I tried to calm her fears. I put my hand on one of her hands and Cindy put hers on the other as we soothed her fears. "There are people like this all over the world, and just because you are a little different from the boring folks doesn't make you a bad person. It just means that other things turn you on."

She looked up at me, with a pleading look. "Really? It's okay?" I couldn't believe how innocent and naïve she seemed.

"Yes, Sam, it's okay. There's nothing wrong with you. Some people like dark beer and some like wheat beer, and some don't like beer at all. It's the same with sex and everything else. Everyone is different and that's what makes the world interesting and exciting!"

She managed a little smile. "Okay, thanks... I think."

After we had finished our food, I decided to turn up the heat by making her more uncomfortable. "So tell me Sam, did you like it when Cindy kissed you and swapped Bill's cum with you last Saturday?"

She didn't raise her lowered eyes, just meekly said. "Yes."

"Have you ever had any experiences with a woman before?"

"No." Sam said it quickly, but the way her eyes started to look up at me and by the surprise on her face, I could tell that maybe that wasn't the complete truth."

"C'mon, Sam. You can tell Cindy and me. After all, we're all fuck buddies here."

She hesitated, glancing at Cindy, who was grinning widely, then me, and then around the nearby vicinity.

"It was when I was in college. My roommate and I were out bar-hopping. She met this guy and we were all ******** heavily. When we got back to the room, I kind of stayed out of the way because I could tell that she wanted to... you know... fuck the guy. They were just getting ready to have sex when he got sick and ran into the bathroom and threw up. That kind of killed the mood for them and he staggered out of our place to go home. My roommate came back and said she was still very horny. I didn't say anything, but then she was suddenly cuddling up to me in bed. She started running her hands all over me, and I was ***** and horny, too. The next thing I know, she is going down on me. The next morning I woke up and we both acted like it didn't happen. We never did anything like that again."

"Did you have an orgasm from her?"

"Yes." I could barely hear her answers.

"Did you return the favor?"

"No, we were so ***** that after that we both just crashed."

Just then the waitress came to clear the dishes. She asked if we needed dessert, but we all declined and I asked for the bill. Before she came back with it, I decided to play some more.

"Cindy, unbutton one more button. Then open your blouse so that both tits are on display. Sam, reach over and hold her left tit until the waitress brings the bill back. I want her to see you fondling Cindy."

Cindy just beamed her approval and complied immediately. Sam hesitated, but then, after looking at me, did as I commanded.

When the waitress returned, she hesitated when she first saw what was going on. Then she grinned and put the bill on the table. Before she could leave I spoke to her.

"Don't you think my wife has great tits?" I said it quietly, but loud enough for her to hear.

She turned and stared directly at Cindy's tits and Sam holding the left one. "Oh, yeah! Those are some really good tits!" Then she reached out and tweaked Cindy's right nipple! Cindy squealed a little and smiled. The waitress looked back and me and then Sam. Sam blushed and looked down, but didn't remove her hand. The waitress then turned to me and said. "You should see my little bitch. She has large double-D tits and I love to make her show them off."

I was a little startled, but I think I recovered nicely. I looked at her nametag. "I would love to see that, Christina."

She reached down and picked up the bill and my credit card that I put on top of it. "I'll be right back."

Hmmm. I thought she was going to say something else, but she didn't. What did that mean? I was hoping she was going to get involved with us, but there was no hint of it.

"Okay, ladies, that's enough." I wanted them on display for the waitress, but somebody less understanding may wander by. Sam immediately put her hand in her lap and Cindy closed her blouse. "But don't button up." I told Cindy.

Cindy smiled at me. Her beautiful tits would be barely contained this way, but she was really enjoying her new found freedom. Of course, so was I.

Christina brought my credit card and the bill back for me to sign. I signed it and took my credit card. Christina stayed there waiting. Then, after I had signed, she handed me a slip of paper. I opened it and it had her name and phone number on it. I looked up at her and smiled.

"Thank you, Christina. I look forward to seeing you again."

She looked at me and smiled. "How about this afternoon? Today is my early shift and get off at 2. My roommate Josie will be home."

I looked at Sam and Cindy. Cindy was smiling and nodding her head. Sam still refused to meet my eyes.

"We'd love to. Just tell us where."

She took a pen and wrote down an address. It was only a couple of miles away.

"We'll be there." I said.

"Make sure you bring the shy one." Christina said looking at Sam. "I like 'em like that."

Sam suddenly looked up and met Christina's eyes. Christina blew her a kiss and Sam blushed more than I could believe and then looked down again.

"She'll be there." I said to Christina.

"I can't wait. These two look delectable." She turned towards me. "And I think you will be fun as well."

We still had some time to ****, so I decided to have some fun with the two beauties at my disposal. I asked Cindy to go into the ladies' room and make sure there was nobody present so that I could sneak in there with them.

Once she had checked, and smuggled me into the ladies' room, we all went into the handicapped stall. I pulled out my cell phone and smiled at Sam. "Sam, what's Bill's cell phone number?" She provided it to me and I entered it into my phone. "Okay, Sam. Take off all your clothes. Cindy, you get undressed, too. I want you both naked."

They undressed and I pulled out my rapidly hardening dick.

"Sam, get down on your knees and place my cock on your tongue." She did, very obediently. I was impressed at her quick response. I then took a photo and handed my phone to Cindy. Sam's eyes blinked, a look of shock and dismay in them, but she said nothing. "Sit back and relax, Sam. Cindy, send this photo to Bill. We'll give him a couple of minutes and then call him. When we get him on the phone, I want you to describe everything that Sam does to me in graphic detail."

Cindy looked at me lustily and sent the photo. I made Sam stay there, sitting back on her heels, waiting my next command. After we waited for a couple of minutes, I had Cindy call Bill.

"Hello, Bill. Did you see the photo?" He must have said yes.

"Pretty good wasn't it?" She paused for a response. She looked at me and said to me. "He loves the photo. He's sitting at his desk in his office." Then back to Bill she said. "Okay, Bill, now I'm going to describe the blowjob that Sam is going to give my husband while we are in a public bathroom in a restaurant." I provided further instructions. "Bill, John wants you to make sure you sit with your lower body under the desk because he wants you to jack off to your wife sucking his dick and cum at the same time he does. Got it?" She turned back to me. "He said he's ready." That was pretty quick.

I looked at Sam and said loudly so that Bill could hear it. "Okay, slut, give me a nice, sloppy blowjob."

She looked up at me with some trepidation, but also with a newfound lust. She immediately went to work on me and Cindy described it to Bill.

"Hmmm. This really looks good, Bill. She's slowly licking around the mushroom head, teasing my husband's very hard dick. He really likes your slut's mouth. Now she's licking down along the bottom of the shaft to his balls. She wants to lick those cum-buckets so that she can get a big load. She's getting his entire crotch wet with her saliva. Now she's coming back up his cock, which is dripping pre-cum, and taking it into her mouth. She is bobbing her head up and down like a good cock-sucker. She was only taking the head at first, but is slowly allowing it deeper and deeper into her mouth. My husband likes this a lot. Now he's putting his hands on her head so that he can just fuck her face like the little whore she is. I can see her swirling her tongue under the head trying to get him to dump that big load of jism into her cute little mouth. I bet she just loves swallowing cum. I bet we could get her to suck off a bunch of guys in here if we wanted to. Oh, boy, she is really going to town now, trying to get my husband to give it to her. She must be really hungry for his spunk. Oh, my, here it comes. My husband is really thrusting his cock into her mouth and I can see him clenching his ass to shoot his cum into her. There it is... oh, yes, he just keeps cumming and cumming. Wow! Sam is swallowing and swallowing. She keeps sucking and licking it, trying to get every drop of cum out of my husband's balls. She must be addicted to cum. Whew! She can really suck a cock! Now my husband is letting go of her head. She just let his cock pop out of her mouth. I can see that she swallowed it all; her mouth is empty. She looks so happy there on her knees with a big load of cum in her belly. Does she suck your cock like that, Bill?"

I was catching my breath. Between the blowjob and the verbal description, I was so fucking turned on! I couldn't believe how well my wife described it to tease Bill. He must have cum buckets, too.

"She doesn't suck your cock like that? Well, Bill, maybe we'll let her suck you next time... but, then again, maybe not."

I took the phone back from my wife. "What did you think of that?"

"That was unbelievable!"

"Did you cum all over the floor and the bottom of your desk?

"Yes, I did. A lot."

"Good. See you later." I hung up the phone. I was still in the women's bathroom with two beautiful naked women.

Then we heard a voice. "Okay, guys, this is Christina. I suggest you get yourselves together and get out of here. A woman came in here to go to the bathroom while you were in here and complained to me that someone was describing a blowjob out loud. You'd better find a more discrete place for this party. I'll see you at 3pm."

We scrambled for our clothes. I was laughing and Cindy was giggling. Sam was almost in shock. She couldn't believe that she had given a blowjob to me while it was described to her husband and overheard by a stranger. Finally, she got dressed as well and we slipped out individually and made our escape. It would soon be time to be at Christina's house.

On the way to Christina's I mentioned our luck to Cindy.

"It's amazing isn't it?" Cindy responded. "I think we've been to that restaurant before and had Christina as our waitress before, but never even noticed her until today. Of course, we still probably wouldn't have noticed if you hadn't made me show my tits and make Sam feel them!" She giggled. Sam stayed mum.

"Sam." I looked at her in the rear view mirror. "Do you like sucking dick and ******** cum?"

She looked down, a little embarrassed smile drifting across her face. "Yes, sir."

We arrived at the address and it was an older 1930s era home. It had a large square-columned porch that went completely across the front of the house, and two large window gables poking out on the front side. How she could afford this place on a waitress' salary, I had no idea.

We parked on the street right in front and made our way to the front door. As soon as we got to the porch, the front door opened and a completely naked woman stood there. She was about 5' 5", with large pendulous breasts, a small waist, and nice size hips. Her pussy was shaved to just a small landing strip above it; the lips clearly visible. "Good afternoon. My name is Josie. Please come in and make yourselves at home." She said as she stood to the side and waved us by. "Mistress Christina has asked me to take care of any of your needs while she gets cleaned up from work."

I let Sam and Cindy go first. I noticed that Sam tried not to look, but Cindy was openly staring at Josie and checking her out. As I passed Josie, I reached out and pinched her right nipple. She gave a little squeal and smiled. "I am available in any capacity while we are in the house as long as Mistress has given her permission."

Sam, Cindy, and I sat down on the couch, Cindy in the middle. There was no coffee table, so Josie kneeled down in front of the three of us and sat back on her heels. "Would anyone like anything to ******"

We all decided that we didn't need anything at the moment, and then Christina came in. She was fucking hot! She was wearing a leather-like corset that went from the top of her hips to just under her tits. Her pussy was on display, another one with just the small landing strip, her generous hips shaking back and forth as she walked. Her more than generous tits were jiggling all over the place as she came in wearing three inch heels. I couldn't believe how fucking torrid this woman's body was. She looked a little heavy in her work uniform, but out of her clothes, she just looked voluptuously edible.

"Hey, all. I hope Josie has been a good hostess. Did she offer everyone *******" We all replied affirmatively. "Good. Josie, please stand the two women up and undress them. Ladies, after you have been stripped, please remain standing."

At that Josie immediately rose and took Cindy's hand first. She stood up and didn't move while Josie removed her blouse and skirt. Josie smiled when she saw there were no undergarments. Then she took Sam's hand. Sam looked over at me and I nodded. She stood up and let herself be stripped. Then I felt Christina in front of me and turned to look at her. "Let's get you undressed as well."

She stripped me in no time. Once I was naked, she took my almost completely erect penis in her hand. "I think this will be perfect." She smiled up at me and I laughed. She then asked me to introduce everyone and I did.

"Josie, show these ladies my favorite position. Ladies, I expect you to get into the same position immediately."

Josie turned her back to the couch, went to her knees and then bent over and placed her face on the floor. She reached back and spread her cheeks so that her ass and pussy were on obvious display. Sam and Cindy watched closely. As soon as Josie spread her cheeks, Cindy copied her. She looked fantastic in that position. God, my wife was so hot! Sam, however, hesitated. That was not acceptable to Christina.

"Sam, assume the position immediately. You will get disciplined for not reacting immediately. Do it now!!"

Sam dropped into the position, but her last look at us showed her fear at succumbing to this stranger. Christina walked over to her and felt her ass. Then she suddenly drew back her hand and smacked her hard on the left check and then the right cheek in quick succession. Sam let out a large gasp each time and then seemed to whimper a little. Christina looked at me. "Is she usually disobedient or was she just a little scared by the new place and people?"

I told Christina that we had only begun this routine last weekend and that Sam was just now finding out that she wanted to be controlled in this manner.

"Well, it's best that she learn to obey immediately." She turned back to the three women, rudely displaying their assets. "This is quite a smorgasbord. Josie is the voluptuous type, Cindy is tight bodied, but womanly, and Sam is thin and model-like. I think I'm going to enjoy this." She turned to me. "Make yourself comfortable, John. I have a little show for you." Christina then left the room.

I sat down, my dick as hard as it had ever been. I was looking at three gorgeous, dripping pussies and three tight little anuses. I wondered how long before Christina was going to involve me in the action.

Christina came back in with a small bag and wearing a large strap-on. It was very lifelike and looked about 8-inches long. She got down behind Josie and said to me. "Okay, John, I'll need your assistance over here." I got up and joined her, kneeling behind Cindy, my dripping dick just brushing her delectable ass. She tried to push back against it. I looked down and saw that Christina had taken a small tube of lube out of the bag. She handed it to me. "Rub some of this over my strap-on and this." She held up a small butt-plug. I put some lube in my hand and first did the butt plug and then her strap-on. She eased her fake dick toward Josie's pussy. As she started to slowly push it into the pussy, she also took the butt plug and began pushing it into Josie's asshole. I watched closely as it swallowed up the butt plug until it was completely seated. Josie let out a little moan. Then Christina fucked her for about 20 seconds before pulling out. "Move over." Christina was ready to do Cindy.

I didn't say anything, but I knew that Cindy had not had anything but my finger in her ass, and that was not very often. The butt plug was not overly large. I just knew that it would surprise her and couldn't wait to see Christina shove it in my wife's virgin ass.

Once again Christina lined up the dildo on a pussy, while I lubricated the butt plug. As she slowly sank the dildo into Cindy she also began inserting the butt plug. Cindy flinched a little. Christina grabbed Cindy's hips with her left hand while she kept up the pressure on the butt plug with her right. She was also flexing her hips and pushing the dildo into Cindy. Cindy was starting to squirm, but I could tell that she wanted to play along. Finally, her ass opened up enough to let the largest part of the plug in and it slipped completely into place. Cindy moaned loudly and Christina gave her a few fuck strokes with the strap on. Then she pulled out and we moved on to Sam.

As Christina moved behind Sam, I could see that Sam was trembling. Christina put her hand on Sam's lower back and said. "Sam. Relax. I am going to put a small butt plug in your ass and fuck you a couple times with my dick. Nothing too difficult. Just relax and enjoy the sensations. Once you get used to it, you'll love having something in your ass... including John's dick." She looked at me and grinned. Then she did the same thing to Sam that she had done to the other two. Sam didn't say a word and actually took it pretty easily.

By the time Christina had finished all three women, just watching had my dick on edge. I thought that I would come as soon as I put it anywhere. So did Christina.

She looked at my dripping dick and said. "John, I don't think you are going last very long the first time. We'd better get this first one over quick. Have you ever fucked anyone in the ass?"

"No."

"Well, judging by the way Cindy and Sam took the butt plugs, neither have they. Let's get you off in Josie's ass first. I made sure that she was clean before you came, and she likes being fucked in the ass. Right, Josie?"

"Yes, Mistress, I love being fucked in the ass."

We moved over behind Josie and Christina removed the butt plug. She lined my dick up with Josie's ass and pushed me on the butt. I thought I would slowly ease it in, but she shoved me from behind and my dick buried itself into Josie's ass in one thrust. Josie moaned and said, "Yes, fuck my ass!" Christina moved around to the side and smiled at me. "She just loves to be ass-fucked." Then Christina turned to the other two and gave more orders. "Cindy, get over here and get your face under your husband. I want you to lick his balls and Josie's pussy. Have you ever tasted pussy before?"

Cindy scrambled to get under me. "I have tasted it, both my own and Sam's from my fingers and John's dick, but I've never actually eaten a woman's pussy before."

"Well, time to get busy. Get under there and pleasure them."

I was holding still, waiting for her to get into position. Christina had other ideas. "Let's go, John. Start fucking that ass." Then she turned to Sam. "Sam, get over here. I want you to put your face on Josie's back and get ready to take his load. John, when you are ready I want you to pull out and let Sam suck your load out of you. Sam, you are then going to hold it until I tell you otherwise." Sam, not wanting any further smacks, hurried into position. She looked up at me and managed a small smile. I just started pumping.

I was now pumping my dick into Josie's ass, using long strokes. Even though it had been fucked before, it was still very tight. My wife was underneath me, licking my balls, and then up across my dick and onto Josie's pussy. It felt wonderful to have that attention as well as fucking my first ass. Sam was kneeling next to Josie, her face on her back and turned towards me, watching up close as I buried my dick into Josie's asshole. With all of this going on, I knew I wouldn't last long, but then Christina leaned over and ran her finger up across my ass and against my asshole, teasing it. That was it, I knew I was going to cum. I lunged a couple of more times and then pulled my dick out of that tight fucking ass. The first spurt was already spewing when Sam got it into her mouth. It had arched up over her face and left a stream from her hair down across her cheek. I moaned and kept pumping my load into Sam's mouth. She just kind of stayed still while I fucked her mouth. I think she couldn't suck because the size of my load was filling her mouth too full. When I finally finished, I pulled back and sat on the couch. Christina took charge.

"Sam, sit on the floor and lean back against the couch." Sam obeyed. "Now lean back against the couch just a little more. Good. Now let all that cum dribble out of your mouth and down across your body." Sam followed the instructions to the letter.

I watched closely. Sam was sitting there with the butt plug still in, sitting on it, and letting my cum dribble down across her tits to her belly in long streaks. My wife was sitting on the floor watching closely. Josie had not moved, probably because she followed Christina's instruction to the letter.

It appeared that all the cum had been drizzled across her body, and Sam was awaiting further instructions. Christina gave them.

"Okay, Josie, you can get up now. I want you and Cindy to clean every drop of cum off Sam. Sam, I want you to slide down until you are flat on the floor so that they can clean you properly."

I watched closely as Josie and my wife went to work. They both started at the bottom of the streaks of cum, which were near Sam's belly button. I could hear both of them licking and slurping up the cum as they worked. It was making my dick stir. It was almost mesmerizing watching my beautiful wife do this. I would have never even considered this a couple of weeks ago. Now she was slurping my cum off of one of our friends Sam, along with a busty women we just met, at the instructions of another woman we just met. Wow! She had worked her way up to Sam's tits and started smiling and looking at me while she did it. She appeared to be in heaven! She loved it. It made my dick jerk a little and it started growing larger.

Finally, they appeared to have cleaned off Sam's body and Josie moved in to kiss Sam and lick her lips and chin. That was exciting as well, and my dick continued to grow. Christina just watched with a knowing grin.

"Okay, *********" Christina clapped her hands like an old-fashioned schoolmarm. "Time to take care of momma!" She walked into the dining room and crawled up onto the table there. She scooted right to the near end so that her ass kind of hung over the edge. Then she pulled her legs up in the air and held them with her hands. "Sam, I want you to worship my tits. Cindy, you get my pussy. Josie, my ass."

The ladies all scrambled to make sure they were not perceived as lollygagging. Sam licked and sucked Christina's tits and nipples like a starving ******. Cindy stood between Christina's legs and bent over at the waist to perform her very first woman-only cunnilingus. This allowed Josie the ability to get under her and try to get her face and/or fingers into Christina's ass. When Cindy went up to the top of Christina's slit to work on her clit, then there was just enough room for Josie to try to get her head in there and tongue-fuck Christina's ass. They finally settled on Cindy attacking the entire region with her mouth while Josie shoved two fingers into Christina's ass. I moved closer, my dick once again swollen and leaking. It was a scene out of a lesbian porn film.

It took only about two minutes before Christina was screaming out her orgasm. She let them work her thru a major, muscle-clenching, orgasm and then asked them to back away. She sat up, the three women all anxiously awaiting her next command. Christina looked at my dick and said, "Your turn. Get up here on the table."

I clambered up and lay down, my dick sticking up in the air, begging for attention. The three "slaves" all licked their lips like starving lionesses looking at a wildebeest.

"Okay, ladies. Make him cum. I want to see you make him cum, but when he does, let him cum up into the air. I want to watch it."

The three women attacked my body. Cindy, still standing at the end of the table pushed my legs up and to the sides. She started licking my balls and rolling them around with her tongue. Sam started kissing me, hard. Josie took the first turn at just plain sucking my dick. I was in sensory overload! I knew that even after cumming twice today, this would not take long.

Sam let up and I looked over at Christina to see that she was watching me, her arms crossed just below her fabulous tits, a pleased smile on her lips. I felt a change in positions and I looked down to see that Josie had given up my dick and now my wife was sucking it like a seasoned pro. She was always good, but seemed to have an increased desire to prove how good she was. Josie and Sam got alongside and watched her, each waiting their turn. Sam then tapped Cindy on the head and Cindy backed off and let Sam have a turn. Then Cindy did something unexpected. She pushed my balls up out of the way and started tonguing my asshole. She teased the rim and ran her tongue all around it while Sam was licking the head. Then Cindy tried to push her tongue into my ass. This was a first. We had both played around with each other's ass, but she had never tried to tongue-fuck my ass. While the other two were busy below my waist Josie starting licking my nipples. I'm not all that turned on by that, but she seemed to like it. Finally, as I was approaching orgasm, Christina could recognize the signs and suddenly yelled "Stop!"

Everyone stopped and looked at Christina, including me.

"Back away, ladies, I'm going to finish this myself."

The other three backed away, the reluctance showing in their faces. Christina stepped between my spread legs, grabbed my dick in her right hand, my balls in her left, and lowered her mouth to my dick. She slowly lowered her mouth over it taking more and more in, moving her hand and swallowing until she had it lodged in her throat and her nose was buried against my pubic hair. Damn! She was good! She also knew I wasn't far from cumming. She started going up and down on the top half of my dick, once again grabbed the lower part with her right hand, and suddenly shoved a lubricated finger into my ass. She knew that would be the final straw and pulled her mouth off just as I started thrusting toward an orgasm. She held my dick tight in her right hand and let me thrust into it. I finally jerked and came. The first shot went only about a foot up and landed on my stomach. She let the rest come out and dribble all over her hand. I knew there would not be much after two orgasms already today.

Christina released my cock. "Sam, you're my cum-lover for today. Come over here and clean up John." Sam moved in and went to town licking and sucking my cum from my belly and dick.

While Sam was cleaning me up I watched as Christina put her right hand, still covered in my cum, up to my wife's face. Cindy immediately grabbed her by the wrist and starting cleaning up Christina's hand. Within a couple of minutes, both Christina and I were clean.

"That was amazing!" I said to Christina.

"Not bad for our first romp." She replied matter-of-factly. "It's still early, so I think we should go somewhere a little more fun." She turned to Josie. "Josie, see if we have a schoolgirl uniform that will fit Sam. Cindy, put on what you came in. Josie, put on your schoolgirl uniform,too. We have someplace to go."

The other ladies left the room. Christina looked at me. "Let's get dressed. I think you will like my next stop. It will be good for both Cindy and Sam. Oh, yeah. You'll like it, too."

I just remembered Bill. "Christina, Sam's husband Bill is also a bit submissive and will be off work soon."

"Outstanding!" Christina was excited by this. "Call him and tell him to meet us here. I need to make a quick phone call and then we'll leave as soon as he gets here."

I called Bill. He was petrified... and excited. I got dressed and was greeted by a picturesque scene when the ladies came back in. Josie, Sam, and Cindy were all wearing the "schoolgirl" look. I couldn't wait to see what Christina had planned for the group.

Cindy, Samantha (Sam), and I had just finished our first sex session with Christina and her sub Josie. It was fun, but it was still just sex. I didn't know what else Christina had planned for today, but I was definitely interested in continuing with her games.

When Bill finally arrived, Christina got the gang together and led us out to her car. She had a minivan that could seat seven. Since they had no ********, I had no idea why she had one, but she did. So we all got into the van, with the three slaves in the very back. Bill and I sat in the second row and Christina took the wheel.

"Okay, just relax; we'll be going to a very fun destination." She put the car in reverse and took us quickly out of her driveway and on our way. I think everyone was a little apprehensive but turned on. I turned and asked Sam and Cindy about the butt plugs and sure enough, they still had them in. They had been told to leave them in. Bill's eyes got big and he looked back at Sam when she said that. I also realized that Sam and Cindy had been turned on for most of the day and hadn't cum yet. I had cum three times and wasn't sure I had much left.

After about an hour drive, Christina pulled into a strip mall in a small town that was about 30 miles from where we lived. I could see the sign for some kind of adult store and for a small strip club. The area looked run down and very seedy. Christina pulled up in front and told everyone to get out. We were at our destination.

We piled out and I think we all thought we were going to go into the strip club; but Christina had other ideas and took us into the adult store. As we entered, I noticed that it was in pretty fair shape. It wasn't a dark, dingy place, but was well lit and clean. There was a magazine area, a toy area, and a peep-show area. Christina waved to the guy behind the desk. "Hey, Bob, how's it going?"

Bob smiled at our group and gave Christina a wicked grin. "Well, hello, Christina. I haven't see you and Josie in a while. I was wondering when you would come back."

"We're back!" Christina waved her arms around. "How many around today?"

"About 4 total. A couple is over in the porn movie area and two guys are just looking. There are a couple of guys in the peep-show rooms, but they may not be aware of it unless they come out while you are here. Number 3 is empty." He grinned again.

"Outstanding!" Christina then turned and introduced us. Bob looked us over and lingered on Cindy. I knew my wife was looking fantastic in her schoolgirl-like outfit. Even after three orgasms during the day today, I wanted to throw her down and fuck her.

Christina then led us all back to peep-show room number 3. It wasn't big, but big enough for all of us to get into. I looked around. The window in the front was shuttered from the inside. I could see a coin slot where the tokens were placed to open it. You had to buy tokens from the machine on the wall in order to get the shutter to rise. There was also a TV mounted on the right hand side that was playing a porn film.

Christina then turned to the women. "Okay, girls... strip!" They were all three used to her commanding them by now and complied. In a minute they were naked. Christina looked at Sam. "Okay, my little cum slut; come with me and let's drum up some spunk!"

Sam hesitated. She looked around. Christina grabbed her hand, spun her around and slapped her on the ass. It was pretty hard, too. "I didn't give you an option, bitch. Now let's go!"

At that Sam acquiesced and Christina led her out of the room, shouting over her shoulder. "The rest of you stay here."

I wasn't about to miss what was happening outside in the shop, so I followed. Christina led Sam into the shop. Sam kept her head down and tried to look inconspicuous, but to no avail. She had to be almost 5' 9". Her tall skinny body looked pretty good though. Her ass was firm and well-rounded, with a large red hand print on it. Her tits, A-cup though they were, were large enough to enjoy and had scrumptious nipples that stuck out like pencil erasers.

Christina went up to a couple of the shoppers who were near the checkout counter and announced loudly. "Hey, everyone. I have a submissive cum slut who needs some spunk. Anyone who wants to make a donation, come back to peep-show room three." She then led Sam back to the room and I followed, checking to see who was going to come back here. The two guys near the checkout counter immediately followed. I saw the couple in the porn movie section both stick their heads out and look. The guy behind the checkout counter, Bob, locked the register and followed us back. When we got back to the room, Christina lined the girls up with Josie on the right, Cindy on the left and Sam in the middle and told them all to kneel. She also directed them not to touch themselves or cum. The door was open, so the first three guys, including the cashier, gathered outside and watched. Christina turned to them.

"Bob, you go to the woman on the right. Next guy." She pointed to a left-most guy of the group outside. "You go to the girl on the left." The two men approached. "Okay, girls, get those dicks out and get 'em ready to pop. As soon as the guys let you know that they are about to cum, turn and point their dick at Sam and jerk them into her mouth. Sam, this is your dessert today, so enjoy!"

Cindy was the girl on the right and Bob approached her. She immediately dropped both his pants and underwear. I was standing to the side so I could see everything. His dick was average size and his pubic hair trimmed, but not shaved. That was like mine and I knew that Cindy liked the hair at least trimmed back. The guy in front of Josie, on the left, I could see was a little scummy and had never cut his pubes. It was extremely hairy. It did not seem to matter to Josie at all and she began to fellate him immediately. Cindy was working on Bob pretty well. She was licking up and down the shaft and then sucking on the head while teasing the underside with her tongue and she seemed to be enjoying it. Josie was deep-throating the other guy and he was moaning loudly. He was the first to say that he was cumming and as soon as he said that, Sam turned toward Josie and Josie pointed the dick at her mouth. The guy came with a couple of short spurts and then just dribbled. Not much in the way of cum there. Sam swallowed and looked up at Christina who just smiled and nodded. Josie cleaned him off a little and he pulled his pants up. Christina pushed that guy out and grabbed the next guy by the arm and led him into the room. Josie went to work again. Bob was finally reaching his orgasm and announced it. Cindy pulled him out and turned his dick toward Sam. Bob came in several large spurts, producing more cum than Sam could handle without swallowing. After the first three spurts, she closed her mouth to swallow and he spurted all over her face. She opened and got the last couple of spurts. Josie's second guy was a little larger and she was really working on him while Bob got dressed. Christina looked out in the room and there was nobody else waiting. She left for a minute while Josie worked on the third guy. She had him moaning in no time. She licked down his dick and bagged his balls, getting them extremely soaked. Then she went up to suck on the head and he announced he was cumming. She directed him towards Sam and he shot several good spurts, all of which she swallowed. Of course, by now, I was turned on and hard as a rock. I looked over at Bill and he was rubbing his dick through his pants.

Finally, Christina returned with the couple from the porn movie section. The guy was about 6', 190, in pretty good shape, and was wearing dockers and a polo shirt. The woman was about 5' 6", with slightly larger than normal breasts, a small waist and a nice set of hips and ass. She was showing them off with a short jean skirt and a polo shirt herself. Christina smiled. "This is David and Joanne. I talked her into letting you blow her husband, Cindy. She said he's large and she wants to see another woman suck his dick, so here we are." She led the man into the room in front of Cindy and Joanne came around to stand next to me and watch. I had to move over a little to make room for her. She smiled and looked down as Cindy took out her husband's dick. She dropped his pants and it flopped out. It was almost hard already and was about 8" long. But it was probably half again as thick as any we had seen.

"It's pretty big, and especially fat." I announced. Everyone looked.

Joanne looked at me and smiled. "You should try to get that into your ass!"

"No, thanks." I said. Everyone giggled except Cindy and Sam.

Cindy was working on David's balls and Sam decided that she was going to provide assistance on this one. She leaned over and took the head into her mouth, looking up at the guy and smiling while sucking it. He moaned.

I was watching closely and my dick was hard as a rock. Josie was watching closely, Bill was rubbing his cock through his pants and watching, while Christina was just looking from person to person enjoying her little show. I suddenly felt another hand on my dick and looked down to see Joanne gripping me through my pants. I decided to take my turn and slid my hand up under the skirt she was wearing to her ass. She was wearing a thong and her firm ass felt great. I took the liberty of running my fingers down under her thong to her asshole. I ran it around the rim and she moaned. She then turned to her husband. "David, this is so fucking hot, I'm going to suck this guy's dick!" David just stared, rolled his eyes, and moaned at the ministrations his cock was getting from the cock-sucking brigade.

Joanne got on her knees and managed to get my pants down. My dick was standing straight out and was hard. I just wasn't sure what I had left after what had happened earlier today. She started sucking and bagging my balls and then worked her way up to the head. She licked around it, placed it in her mouth, and started sucking.

She was good, but I was not going to cum too soon. I looked over and watched as Cindy and Sam continued to work on her husband. It had only been about 5 minutes, but I could tell he was ready to blow and I was not. I heard him exclaim that he was cumming and I watched as Sam took just his head in and jacked the rest of his dick. Joanne continued to work on me, but I knew it wasn't going to happen soon. Finally, David jerked a few times and I could see that he was filling Sam's mouth up pretty well. She was having a hard time holding it all. When he finished, Sam started swallowing and some was dripping down her chin. Cindy started lapping it up and sharing it with Sam. This was a fucking erotic site for me. I was really starting to enjoy this new lifestyle.

Finally, Joanne gave up and looked up at me. "I don't think you're going to cum, are you?"

"I want to, but it doesn't feel like it right now. It's not your fault. I've already cum three times since lunchtime."

She looked at my hard dick for a second and then smiled. "I bet I can get you off in my ass!" That made my dick twitch and she laughed. "Yeah, I think that will work."

Joanne looked at her husband, who was pulling his pants back up. He just smiled and shrugged his shoulders, indirectly giving his approval.

I noticed that Bill had stopped rubbing his cock and Christina had taken control of him as well and was holding his hands behind his back. She had dropped his pants and his dick was standing straight up, but she was not going to let him cum.

Joanne was now bending over in front of me and had nothing to hold on to, so Christina told Cindy and Sam. "Get in front of Joanne and let her use you guys to brace herself. I think John is going to pound that tight little ass!"

I grinned. Joanne put her hands on the kneeling Cindy and Sam and told me. "C'mon, John. Get to work."

I looked down and slowly pulled her skirt up over her ass. It was delicious. Her ass was firm, round, and there was a thong tan line that I could make out just around her thong panties. I yanked them down and took a look at her pussy, too. It was red and swollen. I lined my dick up with her pussy. "Just going to get some lubrication." I plunged in and she was as hot as molten lead. It felt like she was setting my dick on fire. I only made about five strokes and then pulled it out and lined it up with her beautiful asshole. She moaned. I starting pushing and her hole slowly started opening and allowing me entry. I eased in, my dick feeling the squeeze. I wondered about her husband getting his dick in there since it still felt so tight, but there was little time for that thought. I started slowly pumping in and out, feeling her tight little hole grab the skin of my dick as I sawed back and forth. With all my orgasms today, I knew I could last a while, but I didn't want to. I just wanted to let it go and fill Joanne's ass with cum.

Joanne was moaning and enjoying it. She finally looked back over her shoulder and said, "Pound me, baby. I need to be pounded hard!"

I complied. I grabbed her hips and started ********** thrusting my dick into her; burying it to the hilt and then pulling out until just the mushroom head was left inside. She kept moaning. I could feel someone playing with her pussy, rubbing her clit to get her off. I couldn't tell if she was doing it to herself, or if it was Sam or Cindy. Suddenly she shouted "Oh, fuck!" and started cumming. My wife reached up and grabbed her face and started kissing her furiously. That was all it took for me. I exclaimed that I was cumming and started my thrust and spurt, thrust and spurt, until I was done. By the time I finished, Joanne had calmed down and was now resting her head on Cindy's shoulder; Cindy looking at me with a smile. My dick was slowing shrinking and extracting itself from Joanne's ass. Finally, with a small sucking sound, it dropped out. I hadn't been paying attention, but Christina had led Sam around to kneel right next to Joanne's ass and now pushed her face toward Joanne's ass. Sam knew what to do. She immediately started lapping at the cum leaking from Joanne's ass. Joanne moaned again and finally collapsed onto all fours on the floor. Sam was kneeling there, licking her lips, and suddenly spotted my dick. She was in cum addiction mode and went after my dick to clean it up. I was not upset about it at all.

"Well, wasn't that great!" Christina finally spoke after everyone had calmed down and was quiet for a moment. "Okay, sluts, get dressed. Bill, pull your pants up, but don't touch your dick. You are not allowed to cum." The three sluts she was referring to put their clothes on. I got myself straightened out, and David helped Joanne get up and regain her balance. She was a little worn out. When we were all dressed, we exited the adult store and got back into the van for the trip home.

On the way home, Christina reminded the sluts and Bill that they were not allowed to cum. They all smiled. They were a little frustrated, but not desperate yet.

Then Christina asked Bill where he worked. He told her the name of the company where he was an accountant. Christina smiled. "Do you know Ruby Johnson?"

Bill stared at her for a second. I could see his hesitation. "Yes. She's the Executive Vice President for my division. I haven't met her, but I know who she is."

"I know her pretty well." Christina answered. "Maybe I'll introduce you two."

Bill blanched and I wondered where that was going to go.

Life Changes, Cast
John, 5' 11", 175 lbs, brown hair, blue eyes, 32 years old, married to Cindy.
Cindy, 5' 5", 118 lbs, dirty blonde, blue eyes, 32 years old, married to John.
Emily, 5'8", 135 lbs, auburn hair, green eyes, 36 years old, married to Bob.
Robert (Bob), 5' 10", 185 lbs, black hair, brown eyes, 37 years old, married to Emily.
Samantha (Sam), 5' 9", 115 lbs, brown hair, brown eyes, 31 years old, married to Bill.
Bill, 5' 9", 155 lbs, brown hair, brown eyes, 35 years old, married to Sam.
Christina (Miss Chris), 5'5", 140 lbs, blonde hair, brown eyes, 26 years old, single.
Josie, 5' 4", 130 lbs, brown hair, blue eyes, 24 years old, Christina's slave.
Ruby (Miss R), 5' 8", 155, red/auburn hair, blue eyes, 40 years old, Exec VP at Bills' company.
Jessica, 5' 3", 105 lbs, black hair, blue eyes, 25 years old, Ruby's admin asst and slave.

Life Changes, Chapter 7. Bill gets owned...

It was about a week later that we heard from Sam and Bill again. We had been busy working and I was enjoying my newfound freedom with Cindy. She was enjoying being ordered around, being made to flash in public, and ****** to do other things that were a bit out of her comfort zone. Sam called and came over to the house the next Friday. She had been forbidden to have any sexual contact with Bill for the week and was so horny that she practically begged me to fuck her and let her suck my dick. Apparently, she was going thru a spunk withdrawal. I was happy to oblige. But...

"Okay, Sam. If you really want to fuck and suck my dick, I have some required activities first." She smiled and blushed; like she already knew what was coming. "Strip!" She took off the nice dress she had on to reveal that she had not another stitch of clothing on. She was looking pretty gorgeous. Cindy was sitting on the couch watching, naked as she was required to be in the house, and rubbing her pussy lightly. "Now tell me why you are not allowed to have sex with Bill."

"His mistress won't let him."

"Christina is his mistress now and restricting him?"

"No." Sam looked at the floor. "Mistress Ruby owns him now."

I remembered now that Christina said she knew a senior person at Bill's company named Ruby, but this was a new development. "Tell me everything you know about this."

She relayed the story as best she could. Here is what happened to Bill.

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Bill was at work on Monday when he got a phone call from his Exec VP, Ruby Johnson. He didn't think about anything but it being work related. He went up to her office and approached her assistant. She was a cute young thing of about 23-25 and told him to go right in. She followed him to the door and then closed the door behind him. Ms. Johnson was nowhere to be seen. Then, to his right, a door opened and she came out of what appeared to be a bathroom. He didn't realize that these offices provided the upper management with their own bathrooms. Bill took a look at her as she came out. She was about 40, still in pretty good shape, albeit gaining a few pounds. He liked women more like Sam, who were tall and skinny, but he could appreciate a voluptuous redhead like Ruby. Ruby told him to sit and then sat herself. She looked at her computer for a minute, obviously checking for any new email, letting Bill sit there and get apprehensive. Finally, she looked up at him and smiled. "So, Bill, I understand we have a mutual friend in Christina?" No last name was given. None was needed. Bill knew exactly who she meant and a chill ran thru his body. All he could do is now is sit and see where this went. She continued. "She tells me that you are obedient, but in need of a permanent mistress. Is that correct?"

"I don't know what you mean. I know Christina. We met this past weekend. I don't know what you are talking about when you say mistress. I'm not that type."

"Of course you are, Bill. I know all about you and your wife, Sam. Christina tells me that Sam is quite the *********** slut!" Bill gasped and blinked, trying to figure out what to do about this. "Now that we know all this, I should tell you that Christina received her initial mistress training from me. I am very good. I can make your life here much easier professionally, but I am afraid that I am going to have to demand that you be my slave. Now before you say another word, come over here, crawl under my desk, and suck my pussy until I tell you to stop."

Bill stared at her. One part of him wanted to go immediately to HR and file a sexual harassment complaint. But his dick was instantly hard at the thought of this and the obedient part of his brain kept him in his place.

"Bill!" Ruby said it loudly and Bill jumped. "Do you need some help finding my pussy? Or do you need some discipline?" Then Ruby reached over and punched the intercom. "Jessica! Come in here at once." Bill's eyes widened as Jessica flew into the room, her skirt flying. "Lock the door and assume the position." Jessica strode quickly to the door and locked it; then went to the center of the room and stripped; and finally walked over to the couch and kneeled down on it, thrusting her ass up into the air, her ass and pussy on display. There was absolutely no hesitation. She had her face down on the couch and turned so that she was looking at Bill. Bill stared back. "So Bill, do you see the sort of obedience I demand out of my slaves?"

Bill looked over at Ruby. "Yes, I think so."

Ruby walked around to the front of her desk and stood directly in front of Bill. She stared at him, holding his gaze until he looked away and down at the floor. Then she slapped him. "The correct answer is 'Yes, Miss R'! You see, in the office we don't use Mistress Ruby, so the shortened version 'Miss R' will suffice. Now, I ask you again, do you see what I demand?"

"Yes, Miss R." Bill was toast.

"Good. Now go over and tongue-fuck Jessica's ass while I get ready." She turned and strode out of the room.

Bill approached Jessica. Jessica didn't move a muscle. She was obviously very obedient or very used to this sort of activity... or maybe both. Bill took a second to admire the gorgeous ass on this little minx. He didn't want to take too long, so he leaned over and started licking her ass, working up some saliva so that he could try to thrust his tongue in there. She must keep herself very clean. He was prepared to be disgusted by licking this woman's ass, but she was very clean and there was no indication of any feces. He was just getting his tongue to start working in there when Ruby reentered. He wanted to look up, but his face was still stinging from the slap and decided he'd better not make any moves until told.

"Okay, Bill. Move out of the way and get undressed. I got some fucking to do." Bill moved to stand back and remove his clothes. When he did, he could see that Miss R was wearing a harness with a nice sized fake dick on it. As he undressed, she moved to Jessica and started sliding the dick into her ass. Jessica moaned. "Tell Miss R what you want Jessica."

"Please, Miss R, please take your big hard dick and fuck my cute little ass with it. Pound me hard and use me as you will."

Ruby turned to Bill, who was now naked. "See Bill. If you are obedient and respond like that, I might even let you cum today." She never stopped her thrusting of Jessica, who appeared to be enjoying the ass-fucking. "For now, I want you to come over here and stick two fingers in my ass and fuck me in time to the pounding I'm giving Jessica. But you cannot under any circumstances touch your dick."

Bill immediately responded, now wanting to please Miss R. He knew he was going to obey her completely. He had always wanted this, but he couldn't understand why it had taken him so long to realize it.

Suddenly, Miss R stopped. "Okay, Jessica, lay on the floor. Bill, take your fingers out of my ass. I want you to watch how real men are supposed to fuck a bitch like this, but not slaves like you." Jessica was on the floor in a second. Bill stood back and watched. His dick was hard, leaking, and begging for attention. But he obeyed Mistress and watched. She kneeled and placed the fake dick into Jessica's pussy and began pounding hard against her. Jessica started moaning. Miss R was kneeling, pulling Jessica's hips against her, and started slapping and pinching Jessica's tits. Jessica started thrashing around.

"Please, Mistress, may I cum?" Jessica begged.

Miss R looked down at her and then up at Bill and smiled. "When did I last let you have an orgasm, Jessica?"

"Last... Monday... Miss R."

"Well, I suppose a week is a long time for a young slut. Okay, you can cum today."

That was all it took. "Thank... you... Miss... R." she stammered as she reached the top. "Oh, fuck... oh, god... harder, Miss R... Uhgghhhh!" Jessica's body jerked and spasmed many times. Miss R stopped fucking her, but kept slapping and pinching her tits. It seemed to keep Jessica cumming for about a minute. When she finally slumped back, exhausted, Miss R pulled her dick out and kneeled up over Jessica's face. Jessica obediently cleaned off the phallus.

Miss R stood up and said to them both. "My turn." She removed the strap on harness, knelt over Jessica, and placed her cunt right over Jessica's face. Jessica immediately began slurping at the very wet pussy. "Two fingers in my ass." Miss R commanded and Jessica shoved two up there immediately. It appeared that Miss R loved ass play. She was squatted over Jessica, rubbing her cunt over Jessica's face, her big tits flopping around, and moaning loudly. Jessica was almost ********* by the woman's ass and pussy. Miss R then stopped. "New position." She announced. She lay down and raised her legs up in the air. Bill and Jessica looked on expectantly.

"Bill, kneel between my legs. You are not allowed to fuck me and you cannot touch your dick, but I want you to cum all over my pussy. Jessica, I want you to jack him off so that he squirts into my cunt." Bill knelt down between Miss R's legs and Jessica got on his right. She reached between his ass with her left hand and started tickling and playing with his balls. He had been hard for a while, so he knew it wouldn't be long before he came. Jessica then grabbed his dick with her right hand and started jacking it lightly, a sort of final tease to Bill's poor dick. Miss R watched closely and then said, "Okay, Jessica, make him cum now." And with that Jessica started teasing Bill's ass, jerking him in earnest , and Miss R reached down and pulled her cunt lips apart, exposing the bright pink inside.

Bill felt it coming and knew it was going to be a big one. He started moaning and closed his eyes. He started thrusting hard and then came. He came in large spurts, again and again, emptying the built up jism in his balls. He couldn't stop cumming and Jessica kept jacking him. Finally, he felt it subside, Jessica let up, and he opened his eyes. Miss R's cunt was covered in spunk. Apparently, one of the squirts was not controlled by Jessica as well as expected and a long stream had gone all the way up to Miss R's tits. She looked so hot laying there like that, spunk all over her gaping hole.

"Okay, Jessica, Bill. Good job. Now clean me up, Jessica." Bill moved out of the way and Jessica went to town on Miss R's cum-covered body. She licked and sucked and ended up at her pussy, sucking on the clit. Miss R grabbed her head and used it as a battering ram on herself. Jessica made her tongue hard and Miss R started shoving it against her pussy and clit, jerking herself off with Jessica's head. She worked and worked and Bill could tell that Jessica was tiring. But still Miss R kept it up. Finally, with a big scream and shudder, Miss R came. She held Jessica there on her clit for a long time and shuddered against her. When she finally released Jessica, Miss R lay there with a big smile on her face, eyes closed, basking in her orgasm. Bill was entranced by this entire event. Jessica just looked tired and was laying there catching her breath.

"Okay, slaves." Miss R was getting up. "Get dressed. Instructions are no sexual contact with anyone else until further notice. I will let you know when I need your services again."

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When Sam finally finished that story, I could tell that she was sexually frustrated. I looked over at Cindy who had two fingers in her pussy, slowing bringing herself to full arousal. My dick was so hard it hurt, being restricted in jeans.

"Okay. Cindy, go get jumbo." I used her nickname for the large 10", real looking dildo that she had.

"Sit on the couch, Sam." Cindy came back with the dildo. "Okay, Cindy, fuck her with that until she cums." Cindy kneeled in front of Sam and rubbed the dildo head against Sam's slit. She was soaking, so it was wet immediately. Then she slowly inserted it into Sam. It was very large and Sam started moaning loudly. Cindy started a slow back and forth thrusting once she got three inches into Sam's cunt. She started making sure that an additional inch went in each time. Sam was beside herself. Suddenly, Cindy shoved it all the way in and held it, and at the same time bent over and sucked Sam's protruding clit. Sam went off like a rocket, jerking and thrashing around. She finally stopped and Cindy pulled her mouth back. She looked up at me. "Again." She did the same thing again, bringing Sam to another strong orgasm.

Cindy looked up at me again. She smiled. "I like eating pussy. I like fucking women. Why did we wait so long for this John?"

I smiled. "I have no idea, honey. I'm glad we finally figured it out, though. Now I need to give Sam her reward." I climbed over the top of Sam, who was just opening her eyes from her last orgasm, and pointed my dick at her face. She said something like "Fuck, yes." I wasn't sure because she suddenly put a lip lock on my dick and started sucking me hard. I knew after the story and watching Cindy fuck her, that I wouldn't last too long, but I wanted to enjoy this a little. I stayed still and let her do all the work on my dick. Suddenly I felt Cindy's tongue coming up my thigh and licking my butt crack. It gave me a great idea. I yanked, literally yanked, my dick from Sam. She looked up in shock as I took away her candy.

I sat down on the couch next to her and scooted my ass to the edge. I pulled my right leg up into the air, baring my balls and ass to the kneeling Cindy, and leaving my dick pointing at Sam, sitting next to me. "Okay, Sam, you can go back to work on my dick. Cindy, I've wanted to feel you worship my ass and balls. Now's the time."

I watched as Sam bent over while still sitting on the couch and swallowed my cock. Then I felt Cindy's tongue lick from my asshole up and across my balls. She did it slowly and tortuously. Then she went back and started teasing my asshole. Sam, meanwhile, was jacking the lower part of my cock and licking all around the head. I had never had so many nerve endings firing and overwhelming my senses. I just couldn't last long and I announced it. "Ladies, I'm going to cum." And then I did. I came and came, filling Sam's mouth with everything I had. I think it was one of my larger loads and she was taking it all. Cindy kept licking my ass and balls while I came, making it last for a long time. Finally, my body slumped back from all the muscle spasms and I was done. I looked down and could see Sam rise up from my dick. She looked at Cindy and Cindy knew immediately what was going on. They kissed, sharing the last part of my cum that Sam still had in her mouth. They kissed and kissed. These two were really getting into each other.

When Sam and Cindy finally stopped, Sam looked up at me. "Thanks, John. I really needed some cum today. Thanks, Cindy, for fucking me with your new toy. I may have to get me one of those. But I'll have to ask Miss Chris." She had certainly changed in the few weeks since that first night that I had made her strip and fuck me. She was becoming a regular cum dump. I couldn't wait to think of a way to get her a bunch of guys to suck.

I kissed Cindy. "You were fantastic, my sexy, slutty wife." She smiled. "And you Sam, when we were young, we used to describe women who gave good blowjobs as 'sucking like a Hoover', but I think you are approaching Kirby status." She laughed. She had a fancy Kirby vacuum and knew what I was talking about.

Sam put her dress on, which was her only clothing and was exiting the door when our neighbor, Emily, from across the street showed up. It was her husband who actually started this current situation by looking for someone to dominate, picking my wife as his first subject. Emily caught them, then I ended up fucking Emily and it was the first time that Cindy and I had played together.

Emily looked closely at Sam as she went by. She came up to me, still glancing back at Sam. "Who's that long, tall woman?"

"That's our new cum slut, Sam." I said matter-of-factly. Emily stared at me.

"I can see things have changed over here... really changed." I followed her eyes and could see that Cindy was standing there naked.

"Yes, they have. You seem to be in good spirits. How are you doing?"

Emily smiled. "Why don't you two come over to my house and find out."

Life Changes, Chapter 8. Emily has a surprise...

Emily had come over just after Samantha had visited for her weekly cum swallowing and asked us to come back to her house. I think both Cindy and I were intrigued by this. I told Cindy to just put on one of her long bathing suit cover-ups. She giggled and ran upstairs to get one.

Emily looked at me and smiled. "I see things are getting as interesting over here as they are at my house."

"Yeah. I'm getting into having her wait on me and service me and do what I say, but we really haven't approached anything painful or degrading. What's going on over at your place?"

"I understand. I guess it's something we have to take slowly. Most of the time...." She let that last part hang; smiling at me as Cindy came bounding down the stairs, her tits bouncing wildly under the shirt and her nipples poking out strongly.

We followed Emily over to her house and inside. She led us down to the basement where we had never been before. As we descended, I could see that it was not completely finished; the ceiling studs were visible. When we got to the bottom, we could see some temporary walls had been erected to divide the basement into smaller rooms, but there was no real finishing of the floor or ceiling. Emily led us around into one of the small rooms. There was a bed in the room and a couple of floor lamps. There was a roughed in place where a bathroom could go eventually, but it was as yet still unfinished. There was a makeshift shower head pointing down at a floor drain. Lying on the bed, bound to the four corners was Bob. He was naked and sporting a hard-on. Cindy giggled.

"He came back and said he wanted to work something out, so we are working it out. You see, I was always the dominate one in this house, making the decisions and deciding what we should do; and he would let me. When he came back I figured out that since he would let me dominate him in that manner that he would actually like me to dominate him this way, too."

I looked more closely at Bob's condition. He was sweating and looked like he had been there a while. He also looked dirty, had a large collar around his neck, and had a gag in his mouth. He was looking at us intently, but was not struggling. I looked up at Emily and she was watching me closely.

"He's been tied to the bed for four hours right now. I tied him up for four last night, too. I let him loose last night and this morning to eat and relax and watch some tv, but I keep him chained to that big bolt in the corner using his new collar."

Emily walked over and removed the gag. Bob said "Thank you, honey."

Emily turned back to us. "He agreed to accept whatever punishment I came up with in order to come back and he has to stay here until Sunday noon as my slave. Then at noon, he gets to get cleaned up and spend the afternoon watching football. After that, we'll just have to see how it goes." She turned to Bob. "Don't you have something to say to our guests?"

"Yes, dear. Cindy, I'm very sorry about what happened between us and if you want to take it out on me right now, you may. John, I'm sorry I tried to fuck your wife and you can take it out on me, too."

Emily turned to us and smiled. "See? He's already well trained. And I think this is secretly what he always wanted. Watch this."

Emily went over to the corner of the room and picked up the large, long chain there. It had a snap link on the end. Then she attached it to the side of Bob's collar and started undoing his restraints. She freed his arms and legs and then stood him up. He was a little unsteady, so she pushed him to his knees and then grabbed some handcuffs and cuffed his hands behind his back. She pulled him up, walked him over to the corner where there was a basement drain and pushed him back to his knees. "Sit back on your heels, you know the drill." Bob obeyed. Then Emily lifted and pulled her dress all the way up and off, revealing that she was wearing nothing underneath. She squatted right in front of Bob and stared at him. Finally, she let loose a stream of piss that was hitting him in the stomach and running down all over his genitals. I heard Cindy gasp. I was dumbfounded. I had never imagined that these two could get to this point, although I never knew them very well. Emily pissed for a while, the whole time staring right into Bob's eyes. When she finished, she turned to us. "Need to piss, Cindy?"

Cindy stared at the sight of the two of them. She looked at me and I shrugged. Finally, she smiled and ripped off her cover-up. She walked over to Bob and Emily. Emily moved back and went to a small basin on the floor where she washed what had splashed onto her legs and feet. Cindy seemed to be thinking about it, teetering on the edge of doing it or not. Finally, she moved directly in front of Bob and got into position to piss on him. We all watched... nobody moving. Finally, she let loose a small stream, which only lasted a few seconds, but she did actually piss on Bob. Bob just sat there, saying nothing. Emily clapped. Cindy smiled and backed up. "Wow. I've never done that or even seen it done. It felt weird."

Emily stood up and led Cindy over to the basin. She then personally, washed Cindy's feet and legs, seemingly enjoying the contact. Finally, she stood up and kissed Cindy lightly on the lips. "Thank you. I wanted you to do that to get back at Bob."

Cindy looked over at Bob. "He still has a hard-on. Is he excited by this?"

Emily chuckled. "I don't know. I wanted the two of us to fuck him until he cried for mercy, so I gave him a Viagra that one of my girlfriends stole from her husband. He's been hard for two hours and should stay hard for a while longer, so let's clean him up, get him on the bed and fuck him."

Cindy looked at me. I smiled. She had sucked other folks, but had not yet been fucked by another man since our games began. "You have my permission." I said. Cindy beamed. She appeared to like this arrangement with Emily.

The two women stood Bob up and took the portable showerhead that was just over the drain. They then proceeded to soap up and wash Bob. Emily was doing his front and every time she came across his dick he moaned. Cindy was doing his back and she was working on his ass. She starting pushing on his upper shoulders and he started bending over, getting her intent. Once he was bent over Emily moved around behind him with Cindy and watched as she soaped up his ass and shoved her index finger into his ass. He bucked and moaned. Emily looked at me and smiled, the two of us enjoying how my wife was acting. She then moved right next to Cindy. Cindy was finger-fucking him with her index finger so Emily grabbed Cindy by the hair and turned her face toward her so that they could kiss. They kissed fiercely for a minute and then Emily turned back toward Bob. She put her hand down next to Cindy's and started working her index finger in next to Cindy's. Bob just groaned and suffered, not saying anything. Suddenly, Emily said, "Okay, enough. Let's get him dry and on the bed."

They made sure they had all the soap off him and then dried him with some towels that Emily had placed on a table in the corner. Cindy led Bob back to the bed by his dick. As soon as they had him back on the bed, Emily removed the long chain and reattached the four restraints so that Bob was once again on his back with his dick sticking up. Emily looked up at Cindy. "You want to fuck him first or ride his face?"

Cindy thought about that for a second, and then said, "Ride his face!"

Emily smiled and grabbed her by the hand. She led Cindy up onto the bed and turned her around so that she had her back to the headboard. Cindy squatted down over Bob and started rubbing her pussy on his face. Bob started licking and sucking, lapping at Cindy's apparently wet pussy. He kept lapping at her pussy and Emily started attacking Cindy's tits. She was sucking on the nipples very hard, making Cindy moan and groan. Emily seemed to enjoy working hard on Cindy, as well as Bob. After only a couple of minutes, Cindy screamed she was cumming and came all over Bob's face. She was never a squirter, but she did provide a lot of juices when cumming.

Emily helped her up and looked at Bob's dick. It was hard as a rock and throbbing. She looked up at Bob and smiled. Then she reached down and slapped his dick hard, causing it to slap against his thigh and rebound against the other. It was not pleasant for him, but he didn't say anything. He just closed his eyes and took it. Emily looked over at me. "C'mon John, let's show him up close and personal what it looks like for his wife's virgin ass to get fucked!"

I grinned. I was all for fucking her delectable ass! I stripped. By the time I was naked, she was kneeling up over Bob, her ass over his chest. "John, there's some lube over on that little work table." I went over, grabbed the lube and came back to the bed. "Start working on my ass until you get two fingers in easily and then climb up here and butt-fuck me."

What man, with a raging hard-on, could argue with that? I put some lube on my right index finger and started working it in. It went in easily. I rubbed the lube all over her tight little sphincter. One finger was no problem for her, so I started working the second one in. In no time, I had two fingers going in and out of her. She was much looser than I would have thought. Cindy, meanwhile was sitting on the bed next to Emily's head, feeding Emily her tits and Emily was greedily sucking on them. Emily was bent over, but she was trying to avoid contact with Bob's dick, teasing him for a while longer.

I first lubed my dick a little with the stuff she had provided, and then I got up on the bed behind her. I went into a semi-squat behind her. I looked at her tight little pucker and slowly guided my dick toward it. Everything was well lubricated and my dick starting slipping in. It was still very tight, but she pushed back and the head popped in. She moaned. I started up a slow rhythm, but I knew I was going to be a goner too soon. Emily turned her head to say something to Bob. "Well, Bob, what do you think? Is it hot seeing your wife get her ass fucked right over you?"

"Yes, dear." Bob answered breathlessly. I think he had been hard for so long that he was in pain.

"C'mon John, fuck my ass!" Emily started egging me on. "I want your hot cum all over my ass. When you get ready, pull out and let your dick spurt its spunk all over my fucking ass!"

That dirty talk and her tight ass put me over the top. I moaned and yanked my dick out. I grabbed it and jacked it as several long spurts flowed all over her ass, dropping down across her pussy and some of it onto Bob's chest. Emily moaned and kept sucking on Cindy's tits. Cindy moaned and kept her hold on Emily's head as I came. Finally, I had finished cumming, stood up straight, and clambered off the bed.

Emily raised her head from Cindy's tits. "Cindy, be a dear and clean up some of that mess your husband made on my ass."

Cindy smiled and went around behind Emily. She started at her lower back and upper ass, where my first few squirts went. Then she licked and loudly slurped up my cum, Emily lightly moaning how good it felt. When Cindy was done with Emily, she stood up and Emily got up from over Bob. Emily turned back toward Bob. "Ready to cum, dear?" All Bob could do was groan. Emily continued. "Cindy, you wanted to fuck him, so get up here and see how long it takes for your pretty little pussy to make him cum. But don't let him cum in you. I want to see it spurt."

Cindy climbed up over Bob and immediately sat down on his dick, facing away from him. She stayed in a squat, placing her hands on his thighs, allowing her to push up and down on his dick. Emily got behind her and readied herself for Bob's orgasm. Cindy only got about five pumps before Bob indicated that he was going to cum. She pulled herself up off Bob and Emily immediately started jacking his dick. He came in several long spurts, groaning like he had been waiting all his life for this. Apparently, it felt like that to him. Emily let him cum all over his own chest and stomach. When he finished, she let go and his dick flopped wetly against his belly. I was almost hard again just watching this.

Emily then looked at Cindy. "He's still a little hard, so let's make him cum again." She said it gleefully, like a mischievous ***** would. Cindy grinned. Emily continued. "Get the washcloth. I want to wipe up his cum around his dick. I don't want to eat his wimpy cum." Cindy fetched the cloth and Emily cleaned up Bob's dick, but left the cum drying on this chest and stomach. When she was done, she went to his legs and unfastened the restraints. "Cindy, stand up over him and hold his legs." Cindy stood up over Bob's face, giving him a fantastic view of her ass and pussy and then took hold of his legs and Emily pushed them up to her. Emily then crawled between Bob's legs and looked up at him. "Ready to cum again, dear?"

Bob looked tired, sore, and a little mortified, but answered anyway. "Whatever you say, dear."

Emily smiled and grabbed his dick with her left hand. She began running her hand up and down it's length, which appeared to be a little red and sore. Bob groaned. Emily then smiled up at Cindy as she ran her right hand down over Bob's balls to his ass. She took her index finger and shoved it into his ass. Bob moaned and jerked and Cindy held on to his legs tightly. Emily started working her finger around in his ass, searching for the right spot on his prostate. Evidently, she had studied it, because she found it right away and Bob immediately went rigid. He moaned, stiffened, and his dick became very hard. Emily just worked on his prostate and jacked his dick until finally he came again. This time there was not much jism, but he still came all over her hand and his stomach. Emily smiled.

"That was fine, dear." Emily said to Bob. She removed both her hands and Cindy got down off him as he lowered his legs to the bed. He was completely exhausted. Emily got up and attached the long chain to his collar again and then removed his arm constraints. He was free to at least stretch out again. He did and I could tell that his dick was sore. Emily just grinned.

Emily turned toward us. "Well, I think he's had enough for today. I'll walk you to the door." We all got dressed and headed towards the door. Emily spoke again when we got near the door. "I think I'm going to have more parties now that things have changed around here. I'll send you guys some invitations. I think we will have lots of fun." Emily then kissed us both strongly and we left.

As we were headed home, Cindy looked over at me. "I really liked that. I wonder what it feels like to be restrained like that?"

I smiled. "Well, dear, I think you will find out soon enough."

Cindy laughed. "Yes, dear."