les histoires de chrislebo

Terri knew she was in store for a humiliating evening, as she rode the elevator up
to the ballroom which she had rented at Danielle's request. The wall of the
elevator was mirrored, and she now checked her appearance. A white button down
shirt, a little tight on the girl but otherwise rather plain save for the fact that
the first three buttons were undone, revealing some impressive triple-D cleavage
and a hint of a green lace bra. A green leather mini, to match the bra (and the
thong panty, which, with any luck, wouldn't be revealed for the first twenty
minutes of the party, Terri thought bitterly.) No hose, just a pair of 4 inch
white pumps. All in all, Terri looked for all the world like a cocktail waitress.


Terri checked her face. Her hair was permed, her face beautifully made up. After
all, she was the hostess at a very important party! Reaching in her purse, she took
out her eye makeup, and touched up the areas which had been messed up by her crying
session, in the car on the way over here.

This done, Terri adjusted the tiny device in her ear. Nearly invisible to an
observer, and concealed by Terri's lovely blonde hair, the hearing-aid-like device
was hooked to a remote transmitter, from which Danielle would give her instructions
on how to totally humiliate herself tonight.


In a small room which she had set up for just this purpose, Danielle watched the
party on a small handful of closed circuit video screens. The evil brunette had
already ordered the bar open, and many of the men were already taking advantage.
Women were noticeably absent. That was because when Terri had written out the
invitations to her office party, Danielle had carefully weeded out all the invites
to the female employees, and ran them through her paper shredder. The result was
an office party, consisting of about 30 male employees, and one blonde super-slut,
who would know every man at the party intimately before this night was over.


The elevator stopped, and Terri stepped out. Thank goodness for small favors, she
had had the elevator all to herself, and when she had been on the verge of breaking
down in tears, she had managed to get control of herself. Now, in the hallway
outside the elevator, there were people again, and they were staring at her. To
***** back the tears, she tried to think positive. At least Danielle had let her
buy some clothes which fit her, instead of having to ***** her mammoth boobs into
her smaller outfits. Not that she'd likely have the clothes on for long, she
reflected with bitterness. She could only hope that she'd be allowed to wear them
home; Danielle and her friends had ****** her to make her way home clad in just bra
and panties before.


She was at the door to the ballroom. She wanted to run, but there was nowhere to
go. Danielle had her over a barrel. Sure, Danielle could tip off Steven as to his
wife's illicit activities.....but the blonde reflected that it didn't matter as
much anymore. Carrie, the young thing whom Danielle had brought to the house--and
who had come to the house quite a few times on her own, to experiment with lesbian
love with Terri--had gloated that she had fucked Steven. Terri had not wanted to
believe it, until she had been ****** to lick the evidence from the vivacious
redhead's cunt.


What really frightened Terri was all the illegal things which Danielle had put her
up to. First of all, there was the matter of corporate espionage, when Terri had
first gone to "work" for Danielle, and had stolen confidential records from her old
job. Then there was the prostitution. All of which was well documented by
Danielle. Of course, besides Steven, there was always the threat that Danielle
would simply fire off mailers of video tapes and photographs to Terri's entire
family.


Terri had no choice. She opened the door and took in the scene. Thirty of her
fellow employees--all male--were seated at various tables. She also noticed with a
sinking feeling that there were several video cameras set up, to permanently record
the event for Danielle to blackmail her even further. Not that there would be any
question as to what kind of tramp Terri was, after tonight.


Heads turned to check out the blonde beauty. Conversation stopped, and mouths
dropped open. All eyes settled on Terri--well, more specifically, on Terri's
chest. Many of the men had heard the rumors about the new girl at the office, and
had daydreamed about fondling her firm breasts. And that was before the
augmentation!


Terri pasted a fake smile on her face, to match her manmade chest....and headed
straight for the bar, thirty pairs of eyes following the sway of her heart-shaped
ass, plainly apparent through her tight skirt. She would need a few stiff ******
to make it through this.


A voice in her head stopped her. Actually it was in her ear, through the listening
device. "No *******, sweetie! I want you completely sober!" Danielle's voice.
The bitch didn't want Terri to do anything which would ease the *********** in the
least. "And aren't you going to greet your guests and thank them for coming?"


So Terri turned around, to all the men who were staring at her. "Thank you for
coming," she said simply.


For the next fifteen minutes, Terri made her way around all the tables, greeting
each guest. Questions were posed about her boob job, which she answered. At
Danielle's insistence, she offered refills on ******. Now quite literally a
cocktail waitress, the blonde brought the ****** out, taking care (again at
Danielle's insistence) to lean over each time and treat the men to a delicious view
of her cleavage. By the time Terri made her way around with a second refill of
****** (after first being ordered by the unseen Danielle to undo another button on
her shirt), there were definite bulges in many pairs of pants. Scott, one of the
men who was well aware of the poor office slut's predicament (having taken
advantage of it several times) slapped Terri on the ass whenever she walked by, to
the cheers and cat-calls of his coworkers. The already-apparent leer on Scott's
face frightened Terri badly. She still had welts from being whipped by Scott and
his wife in the supply room.


Scott would play a very important role in tonight's party. His wife, Angela, had
been excluded by gender. But he would give her a "blow-by-blow" description
(literally--he would tell as she blew) when he made it home. Angela, in turn,
would retell the story tomorrow morning, to all the female employees. Who would of
course have to do twice as much work tomorrow, since all the men would get the day
off to recover from the festivities. It would be made clear that it was all thanks
to the cheap, big-titted, airheaded bimbo who worked for the boss.


Terri was now receiving instruction from Danielle. Proceed to the next phase. She
tried hard not to cry....but eventually had to excuse herself for a few minutes to
the ladies room.


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"W....we're going to play a game...." Terri began.


"Strip poker?" someone in back yelled hopefully. Everyone cheered and laughed,
except Terri, who blushed.


Trembling, she continued. "We're going to play truth or dare....I'm....the only
one....who will be asked.....questions....." Fighting back tears. Thinking good
thoughts....


"And don't even think of taking all 'truth' and no 'dare'," Danielle hissed in her
ear.


A man in front volunteered to go first. Terri chose "truth".


"Have you ever been unfaithful to your husband?"


Terri whispered a "yes". The crowd responded with "oohs" and "ahhhs".


Next person. Daniel, from Accounting. A rather shy guy, so Terri risked going
with "dare".


Blushing, the young man fumbled with his request. "Undo....another one of your
buttons...." Terri, trembling a little, complied. With five buttons undone, much
of her green bra was visible. Quite a view.


The questions came from around the room. Truth. Terri telling about her first
time with a man. Truth again. Terri admitting that she swallowed cum, and liked
the taste of it (actually two questions, but everyone but Terri was free to bend
the rules any way they liked). Dare. Another button gone. Truth. Terri
admitting that she loved showing off her big tits for men. Dare. A french kiss
with the new guy in Human Resources, with him groping her massive boobs through her
shirt while everyone else egged him on. Dare. Another button gone, and Terri's
white shirt hanging completely open, her delectable triple-D's bursting out of her
lacy green bra.


Then....Scott's turn. Terri couldn't even begin to imagine what sick, twisted
things this man would make her do. So....


"Truth."


"Truth," Scott repeated. He leaned forward. "Are you wet, Terri?"


"Wh....what?"


"Are you wet, you dumb bimbo. Is your pussy dripping wet with juices. Are you
getting turned on by making a complete whore out of yourself." Mouths dropped
open, and stayed that way awaiting the hapless blonde's answer.


"No," Terri lied. Then her eyes widened in horror, as Scott got up.

"I think in all fairness, we should check this out for ourselves...." Reaching
down, Scott lifted Terri's skirt, revealing her green panties. Which were soaked.
To emphasize, Scott eased his hand into her panties, rustling through her jet-black
pubic hair, then sliding his middle finger up into her dripping wet love hole.
Withdrawing, he held up his finger, glistening with the slut's juices, up for all
to see. It looked like he was flipping the bird to the crowd. Then he offered the
finger to Terri, who, now quietly sobbing, closed her eyes and resignedly took the
finger into her mouth, sucking it clean of her own betraying juices. The men,
meanwhile, roared in mock outrage at her lie.


"Looks like you lied, little girl...." Scott whispered. Then aloud, "Terri will be
punished for this. But first, let's have a look at what we all came here to see."
With that, Scott roughly pulled Terri's shirt off of her. The cat-calls went up,
and the men urged Scott to take her bra off of her as well.


Instead, Scott led Terri to a small table, and bent her over it. Then he pulled up
her skirt, bunching it up under her belly and revealing the blonde's shapely ass.
The men whooped and hollered.


"Now, this slut gets punished. Everyone, please form a line. Each of you will get
to spank Terri's cute little ass." To emphasize, Scott fondled the hostess'
asscheeks. "Those of you with belts on, can feel free to take them off and use
them."


Terri pleaded softly. "Scott....please.....I'm sorry...."


Scott leaned close. "Don't forget to thank each man, and apologize for being such
a lying slut. Or we'll do this all night."


Wracked with sobs, Terri gripped the edges of the table until her knuckles turned
white. One by one, each man stepped up and whipped her. Some, mercifully, used
only their bare hands. The rest used belts. Each time, Terri sobbed "Thank
you....I'm sorry for being such a lying slut....." Her ass was now on fire.


After the spanking line, the men formed two lines, one at Terri's head and one at
her feet. She felt her panties being ripped off of her, followed by a large cock
being slid roughly up her slit. Terri opened her mouth in a gasp, and it was
immediately stuffed with another cock. Having no choice in the matter, Terri did
what she now did best.


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In the booth, watching via closed circuit cameras, Danielle watched breathlessly.
She had stripped herself naked so that she could easily access any part of her body
which ached for attention. Like her cunt was aching now. The young VP slipped her
favorite toy up her cunt as she watched Terri get her just desserts.


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The men in the "bottom" line had a choice between Terri's cunt or ass. A punch
bowl full of condoms had been brought out. The blonde's eyes had widened when she
saw how many condoms were there. For what seemed like hours, Terri was reduced to
a fuck-machine, using her mouth, pussy and ass to service the endless supply of
hard, pumping, spurting cocks of her co-workers.


Finally all the men returned to their seats, and Terri lay bent over the table,
unmoving, humiliated and exhausted. Her belly felt bloated with cum from all the
cocks she had sucked. (Word of her oral expertise had spread, and many of the men
who had been fucking her cunt and/or ass had held back and saved their jism for the
saucy blonde's mouth.)


Scott went up to her. "Get up," he growled. He roughly helped Terri to her feet.
The blonde bimbo, clad in bra, skirt and heels, stood there staring into space. "I
have another truth or dare question for you. And I'm sure you know the penalty for
lying by now." Terri nodded resignedly. "How many men can you service at the same
time?"


Terri did the math. "S...six." Barely a whisper.


"Six," Scott repeated aloud. "OK....we have thirty people here. We're going to
divide you up into five teams. Each team will fuck this little whore," stopping
to fondle the woman's ample boobs, "and whoever fucks her the best wins. The prize
will be a day off--" cheers erupted "--and our little Terri here will do anything
you want for a week." This was met with even more cheers.


So they divided the men into five teams. The first team, which Scott was on, took
its place. The first order of business was to get the buxom secretary naked. Her
skirt was yanked off and cast into the throng. Then came the moment all had been
waiting for, as Scott reached behind Terri and undid the clasps of her bra. Her
gorgeous, firm triple-D boobs were revealed in all their glory, and every man there
silently beheld this sight in admiration.


Then it was time to start. Terri, clad only in her white pumps, was led back to
the table. "Anyone who's going to be fucking this slut's tits or asshole, might
want to consider getting some lubrication." To emphasize, he grabbed a handful of
the secretary's blonde hair, ******* her down on him. To Terri, he urged, "You
better get it lubed up real nice....after all, it's your ass....That's it, slobber
all over it, slut....." Then Scott was ready. He lay on the table, and two other
men lowered Terri's ass onto his erect prick. Scott then pulled Terri down on top
of him, so that her back was to his chest, and ordered the blonde to start fucking.
Despite the burning pain in her ever-sore asshole, Terri began carefully moving her
ass, impaling herself on Scott's dick. Scott then grabbed a mammoth breast in each
hand and shoved them tightly together. Daniel from Accounting (not quite as shy
anymore, after having fucked the gorgeous secretary's mouth and filling it with his
cum) straddled Terri and slipped his meat first into her mouth, then between her
tits.


The other men took their places. One cock eased into Terri's cunt, and another man
turned her head to the side, bringing her face to face with his cock, which he
slipped into her mouth. To finish it off, two men took their places next to the
table, and one throbbing prick was placed into each of her hands.


Terri had been gang-fucked in the past. One time, on a dare in college, she had
done four guys in a multitude of positions, and then staggered home at four in the
morning, their cum dripping from her hair, her face, and her pussy. And several
times Danielle had arranged for Terri to be gang-banged, in local motels and
sometimes even in Terri's home, in the bed she shared with her husband. But those
people had mostly been strangers whom she would never have to see again. This was
totally different. Terri would have to go back to work the next day, and face
these people. She would have to prepare paperwork for them, to make coffee for
them, to run errands for them. And now that they knew how things were for Terri,
she would no doubt have to fuck them whenever and wherever they wished. This
humiliated her even more than the six hard cocks which were now fucking her from
every direction. The tears were pouring, and Terri was alternately sobbing and
moaning. How had her life come to this? she asked herself for the thousandth time.


Scott whispered in her ear. "You know you love it. Just get used to the idea that
you're a whore, and this will be a lot easier for you. Think about how wet your
cunt is right now. You love it." Through the earpiece, she could hear the unseen
Danielle moaning in pleasure, no doubt using her fingers or some toy on herself
while watching her rival's debasement. Terri just wanted to curl up and die.


Daniel was the first. The sight of his cock disappearing between the finest pair
of tits he had ever seen, proved to be overwhelming. With a gasp, he spurted all
over Terri's neck, then took his cock into his hand and carefully aimed the rest of
his load evenly over her abundant breasts.


The guy fucking her mouth was next. Even when Terri was being completely degraded
in the middle of a gang ****, her skilled mouth still expertly performed its task.
She moaned softly as she felt the cock tense up, and she prepared to swallow. Cum
began spurting and she swallowed as fast as she could, but it wasn't fast enough
and his white gooey jism leaked out of the corners of her mouth. Secretly Terri
fired off a silent prayer that it would drip down onto Scott's face. Finally
sensing that the fellatrice's mouth was overfull, the man pulled out and
distributed the remainder of his seed all over her face and hair.


The man crawled off, and Terri was thankful that at least her mouth could get a
rest for a few minutes. Her relief was short-lived, however, as the two men whom
she was jacking off hopped up on the table, replacing the two cocks which had been
fucking her mouth and tits. Terri was bucking and moaning in rhythm with the men
fucking her twat and her asshole. She was extremely wet and had already had two
orgasms. Scott was right. She was a whore.


The man fucking the blonde's cunt tensed up, then began filling her with his jism.
As she felt his hot cum shooting against the walls of her pussy, she went with him,
screaming through the cock she was sucking off (which then began twitching, then
spurting, filling the vixen's mouth with more seed.) Then it was down to the man
screwing her boobs, and Scott anally ****** her.


"Open your mouth," the tit-fucker ordered her. Terri obeyed, even slightly
sticking her tongue out knowing what was coming. The man took his cock in his hand
and stroked it. "Here it comes, whore...." he promised, taking aim at the blonde
pixie's already cum-drenched mouth. Releasing, he shot a stream of jism which
missed Terri's mouth entirely, instead adding to the sticky mess already drying on
her cheek. The second spurt found its mark, gushing against the roof of her mouth
in a seemingly endless stream. She closed her mouth to swallow but he kept
cumming, coating her lips and splattering everywhere, up her nose and all over her
chin, neck and in her hair. Then he slid his prick back into her mouth and pumped
the remainder of his load down her throat.


Now only Scott was left. Leaving his cock inside her tender ass, he rolled Terri
over and directed her to her hands and knees. He had not had a wide range of
motion while pinned underneath the voluptuous blonde, but was determined to make up
for it. Pulling his cock all the way out of Terri, he teased the rosebud of her
asshole with his cockhead. Then with a swift motion he buried himself up to the
hilt in her reamed asshole. Terri cried out in surprise and pain, as Scott began
sawing in and out of the blonde's ass. As he fucked her, Scott caressed her
asscheeks, which were reddened and covered with angry welts from the punishment the
poor slut had suffered earlier.


"Finger your cunt," Scott demanded. Terri supported herself on one hand as she
reached down and slipped a finger in her cum-filled pussy. "Now tell me how much
you love being fucked."


"Oh....Scott...I love being fucked...." Terri ******.


SMACK! Scott's hand stung the blonde's ass.


"YES! I love being fucked by you!!!!!"

SMACK!!!!

"More...."

SMACK!!!!!!

"MORE, SCOTT OHGODFUCKME!!!!!!SPANK ME!!!!!!!FUCK ME!!!!!!" Terri was now
thrusting back against him with the full ***** of her petite frame. Her body was
convulsing, confused by the mixed sensations. The sting of Scott's hand, spanking
Terri's reddened, but still lovely, asscheeks.....the growing pleasure in her cunt,
induced by her expert fingers.....the burning agony of Scott's cock thrusting in
and out of her worn, ****** asshole.


"YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEAH!!!!!!!!!!!" Terri screamed, quite literally having
been fucked senseless. Scott could stand no more. Grabbing the slut's hips, he
pulled her toward him, burying himself in her ass and releasing his cum into her
anal canal, and collapsing on top of her. Terri, too, collapsed....in tears.


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Scott led the slut to the ladies room, reminding her that there were four more
groups waiting to gang fuck her, and that she had better hurry up and get herself
cleaned up. Just glad to be away from Scott for a few minutes, Terri fled to the
safe haven of the restroom, confident that it couldn't get worse....but she was
wrong.

"My....don't you look delicious!" Danielle, sitting on the bathroom counter, naked
and fingering her shaved cunt, remarked to the cum covered blonde slut.

Terri drove slowly, scanning the addresses on the houses she was passing. It was
beginning to get dark, and time was precious.

Enough was enough, the blonde had decided today. Danielle had turned her into a
call girl, made her get breast implants, ****** her into lesbianism, fucked her
husband, stole and pawned her wedding band, had her gang raped by all the men
at the office, and had overall completely humiliated Terri hundreds of times
over.

It needed to end now. Terri knew she couldn't take much more of Danielle's
torment. She also had no idea how to put an end to the cycle of *****. Since
her tormentor had carefully documented all of Terri's illicit, immoral and
illegal activities, the woman found herself at a distinct disadvantage. She
would need help.

Help, she hoped, would come in the form of Nicole Myers, a woman who had grown
up with Terri. Like both Terri and Danielle, she had been extremely intelligent.
And she was one of the few people whom Terri had grown up with whom she hadn't
alienated with her stuck-up, nose-in-the-air attitude. (Nicole had actually
graduated high school in three years, and so was gone by Terri's senior year,
when her head had inflated to roughly the size of a watermelon.) After that,
Nicole had gone off to college. To study law, if Terri remembered correctly.
And she hoped she did.

She had arrived. Parking the car, Terri walked up to the door and knocked.

Nicole was a small, rather mousy looking woman. At 5'2, the dishwater blonde
was scarcely 100 pounds. A rather beautiful pair of hazel eyes, hidden behind
her glasses, were the highlight to an otherwise unimpressive body. Nor had any
men ever been impressed--Nicole had never even been on a date, and lived alone.
She worked as a paralegal and was working toward her law degree, a goal which
should be attainable within the year.

Now, sitting in Nicole's living room, Terri felt very conspicuous, her 36-triple
D breasts nearly falling out of the cocktail dress which Danielle had made her
wear today. Nicole was only a 32-A and thus had no need for a bra. (In her
crueler days, Terri would have probably teased Nicole about her "mosquito bites".)

Nicole, carefully eyeing Terri's sleazy manner of dress, spoke first. "So, Terri,
what brings you out this way?"

Terri nervously adjusted the hemline of her dress. Then she began. "Nicole.....
do you remember a girl who went to school with us....named Danielle?"

And so Terri told her story.

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Nicole was horrified. Being ****** to give oneself to be passed around a group
of men, like a party favor, for them to put their things in any and every opening?
Very bad, but not nearly as unthinkable as being made to lick another woman DOWN
THERE.....the very thought made Nicole want to throw up.

But the analytical part of Nicole's mind kicked in. Was it possible that Terri
wasn't telling the truth? During high school, Nicole had observed the buxom
blonde doing some pretty cruel things to a lot of people. The young paralegal
had to admit to herself that the possibility existed. Hell, working in a law
office, she heard people lie through their teeth every single day.

So, when Terri finished, the first question Nicole asked was "Can you prove your
story?" Having never had a real friend, people skills were not Nicole's strong
point.

Terri was outraged. "What....do you think I'd make up something like that???
Do you think I just dress like this for the hell of it? DO YOU WANT TO GET IN
MY CAR, AND WE CAN DRIVE TO CARRIE'S HOUSE, SO YOU CAN SEE MY HUSBAND'S CAR
PARKED OUTSIDE IT????"

Undaunted, Nicole warned, "You can not sit in my house and scream at me like
this, or you will have to leave."

Lowering her voice, but just as angry, Terri continued. "Or....here. You know
I am blonde. How do you explain this?" Lifting her dress, Terri showed the other
woman her dyed jet-black pubic hair.

Nicole looked away, embarrassed and disgusted. "Terri, I am going to have to ask
you to excuse me. I have some things to do for tomorrow. I will think about what
you have said."

Terri lost it. "You'll THINK ABOUT IT???? Great!!!! While you're 'THINKING
ABOUT IT', I'll be out there getting my asshole gang fucked, while some other
woman is off screwing my husband!!! Thanks a LOT!!!!! It's no WONDER no man
will go near you, with that attitude!!!!" Terri immediately winced and wished
she could pull the words back.

Her hostess rose. "Terri, I would like for you to leave. I can see you haven't
changed a bit." Nicole opened the front door for her guest. Just then, Terri's
pager went off. She froze.

"Nicole.....I'm sorry....I didn't mean....that remark was uncalled for.....
...I'm sorry...." Nicole was still holding the door open. "Please, Nicole,
please help me. I realize I could have been a lot nicer when I used to know you,
and I shouldn't have yelled at you now. For God's sake PLEASE. That page I just
got? It's from Danielle. I have to call her back, so she can tell me who to go
fuck tonight" --Nicole looked embarrassed at Terri's use of the word 'fuck'--
"and if I don't call back...." Terri trailed off.

Nicole paused. "You have to call her back.....and she's going to make you go and
make love to someone....for money?"

Love had nothing to do with it....but Rome wasn't built in a day, Terri thought
with relief. "Yes!" she said urgently. "That's what I've been trying to tell
you!"

Nicole shut the door, and looked at Terri would growing understanding. And pity.

After calling Danielle and getting her instructions, Terri hung up the phone.
Nicole, listening in her den with her hand over the mouthpiece of her phone, did
likewise. Then the two began to formulate a plan.

Terri drove away from there feeling liberated, for the first time in a long time.
Nicole hadn't hugged her goodbye or tried to comfort her or told her "everything
is gonna be all right"--but she had promised to discuss this with one of the
attorneys she worked for, first thing in the morning. And Terri was not about to
fault the mousy young woman on her people skills. After all, homecoming queen
Terri could have easily invited Nicole along on a group outing, or arranged a date
between Nicole and one of the many young men she had rejected in high school on
a daily basis. But instead, she had only cared about Terri, Terri.....Terri.

What Nicole did tell Terri, was that what Danielle was doing was blackmail, and
was illegal. The DA would likely recognize the extenuating circumstances in the
illegal acts Terri herself had committed. Terri WOULD have to answer to Steven,
but she was confident that she could eventually win his forgiveness, and win him
back.

Terri was so exhilirated that she zealously screwed the daylights out of the three
men who had paid Danielle for her services tonight. She scarcely winced as each
one of them took turns in her ass. After they had finished and gotten dressed and
ready to leave the hotel room, the blonde stopped them, begging to be allowed to
suck their cocks once more. She did so, and after they left, she savored the
aftertaste of their cum as if it were champagne on New Years Eve. All in all,
she felt great not for being a slut, but for doing something of her own accord.

The next morning, Terri nervously entered Danielle's office. Her soon to be
ex-tormenter was already seated at her desk.

"Good morning Terri."

"Good morning, Danielle." Danielle noted that her secretary hadn't called her
"ma'am", but kept quiet.

Settling into the chair across from Danielle, the blonde took a breath, then began
the speech she had rehearsed all night. "Danielle, I realize that you may have
been very angry at me for the things I did to you in the past. But I don't think
that gives you the right to blackmail me." Her boss' eyes immediately grew alert
at the mention of the word 'blackmail'. Watch your step, Terri chided herself.
Then continued.

"I don't think it gives you the right to ***** me to have sex with you. I don't
think it gives you the right to make me have sex with other men for money."
Danielle, surprisingly, seemed to be listening intently. And was she sweating
and trembling a little bit? "Now, I am truly sorry for the way I treated you in
the past. But I can't go on like this. I want my life back. How about if we
call it even?" The hook.

Danielle now spoke. "No. You are my property, Terri. If you try to get away from
me, or disobey me in any way" --the blonde was inwardly patting herself on the back,
Danielle was falling for this trap so perfectly-- "all of the video tapes get sent
to your husband, and the confidential papers that you stole will go to the police.
Oh, and I'll have about ten keys of coke planted in your car, then phone in an
anonymous tip to the police." She stopped. "Anything else you want me to say?"

"What do you mean?" Terri stopped, a little confused.

Danielle merely held out her hand in a "give it to me" gesture.

"What...." Terri asked.

"The tape recorder, Terri." Danielle said tiredly, as if she were weary of these
types of games. "Open your purse and give it to me."

Too late, Terri noticed the blue print dress lying rumpled on the floor near the
window, next to a pair of plain white cotton panties.

Terri stared at the dress. A rather plain dress. One might even say, a rather
mousy dress. The kind one would expect would be worn by a rather plain, rather
mousy 26 year old woman.

Then Danielle rolled her chair back, revealing a naked Nicole kneeling in front
of her, dutifully licking her in the same way Terri licked her every morning.
Terri saw that the other woman's back and ass were covered with bruises and
welts. Dried deposits of cum were also visible on her ass, thighs and her
unshaven cunt hair.

Danielle, her voice filled with triumph. "Nicole, lover, say hello to Terri."

Turning, the mousy young paralegal whispered "H...h...hello.....Terri....." She
was still wearing her glasses (but absolutely nothing else) and they were
completely fogged up. It was still apparent that Nicole's eyes were red from a
night of crying. Terri felt the anger welling up inside her. Rising, she took
her purse, and the tape recorder concealed within.

Heading for the door, she hissed, "I'm going to the police, you sick BITCH." Then
she turned for the door.....

....and walked right into Scott, accompanied by five of his coworkers. Scott's "team"
which had gangbanged Terri at her tit-warming party.

"What should we do with her?" Scott asked.

"Take her in the supply room and **** her." Danielle responded disinterestedly.

"Any chance we could get another crack at Miss Prep Queen there?" Scott inquired
hopefully, indicating Nicole.

"Maybe later. She's being taught how to use her tongue at the moment," Danielle
explained. Then, to Nicole, "I didn't tell you to stop. Keep eating me, you
little bitch."

As Terri was led away, she begged. For herself.....for Nicole.

Danielle wasn't listening at the moment.

Nicole
------

After Terri left, Nicole slipped into her nightgown and got ready for bed. On
some nights, she liked to lie in bed and touch herself down there. She could
make herself feel very good by using her fingers in all the right places. This
wasn't one of those nights though. Thinking over Terri's story, she found it
repulsive. The very idea....

A soft knock came at the door. Since nobody ever visited Nicole (she had no
friends), it must be Terri. Perhaps the gentlemen who she had been arranged to
make love to--to FUCK, she corrected, cringing at even the thought of the bad
word--perhaps they had not shown up, and Terri was now free. Maybe, Nicole
thought, she could find a way to be a little nicer, a little more comforting, to
Terri.

Opening the door a crack, "Hi, Ter--" WHAM! The door was shoved open all the way,
hitting the plain-featured woman in the face and knocking her down. Her caller
was not Terri....it was two men.

The men collected the dazed Nicole and took her out of the house and to a waiting
van. Several times she demanded to know where she was being taken; they ignored
her.

They drove downtown, and escorted Nicole out of the van and to the loading dock of
an office building. Then into the deserted building and up the freight elevator.
On the slow elevator ride, one of the men began groping at her tiny breasts.

"Please don't touch me there," Nicole pleaded softly.

"Please don't touch me there! Please don't touch me there!" the man mimicked.

"She has no clue what's about to happen to her," the other man agreed.

Nicole's eyes widened with fright. "Listen--" A slap in the face quieted her.

The elevator stopped, and Nicole was escorted into an office. When the light was
turned on, she saw that there were two other men waiting. One of them rose.

"Take her in the supply room." The men complied. All four men now joined Nicole
in the small room.

One of the men addressed her. "So, what did Terri tell you tonight?"

"Nothing," Nicole answered.

"You're lying," the man said. And slapped her.

"What did Terri tell you?" the man repeated.

"Nothing." SLAP!!!

"Scott, she's not going to talk."

"Seems that way," the original man who had spoken--Scott--agreed. "Might as well
put her mouth to some use, then....."

To Nicole, Scott inquired, "Do you know how to suck cock?"

"No, that's disgusting!" Nicole replied, as if chiding an 8 year old who had just
done something extremely stupid.

"Disgusting or not, you're going to suck ours." As if on cue, the men all dropped
their pants. Nicole looked away.

"Get on your knees, bitch. Start with mine."

"No."

With that, Scott tore Nicole's nightgown off of her. She now stood, naked and
trembling, but still defiant. Scott ****** her down to her knees and grabbed
the back of her head, grinding his hard prick against her lips, but she refused
to open her mouth and take him in.

Bending Nicole over on a table, Scott removed his belt. As the other men held
her tightly, Scott whipped Nicole's ass and back. When her entire backside was
reddened, he ordered them to turn her over. Again he asked her to suck him. Her
eyes fixed on the belt with raw terror, but she still shook her head no. Scott
then whipped her front. Her small tits....her belly....her thighs. Then he
asked again, and she still said no.

"Fine by me," Scott shrugged, grabbing the dishwater blonde and lying her on the
floor. "I'm just going to fuck your cunt then." Nicole struggled but she was no
match for Scott. He had her pinned beneath him, and the tip of his cock was at
the entrance to her opening. He pushed.

"My God, she's tight!" Scott remarked to his friends. "She's a virgin!!! WAS a
virgin" he amended.

Nicole, always soft-spoken, struggled not to cry. "Please....Scott. I'll....
I'll suck your thing....."

All the men laughed at that. "My 'thing'? Honey, since you're going to be a
slut like Terri, you might as well learn the language. This" with one swift motion
he buried himself deeply inside her, breaking her cherry "is a 'cock'." And Scott
then set forth to fucking the unfortunate paralegal with a frenzy. Nicole only
whimpered softly.

After Scott, all three of the other men also put their things--their COCKS--inside
her. Then, Scott presented his again stiffening cock to her lips. This time, she
reluctantly opened her mouth and let him in.

He directed her. "That's it....use your tongue....take it in a little deeper....
GET YOUR TEETH OFF OF IT. Deeper. Now back out. Now lick the tip. Now back in
your mouth. I SAID...." Pulling out of her mouth, Scott drew back and slapped
Nicole in the face. "...KEEP YOUR TEETH OFF OF IT, BITCH." Then back in her
mouth. "Suck it. Yeah, you're getting the hang of it."

Nicole was only able to get through this ordeal, by reminding herself that Terri
must go through this, each and every day. All the while she continued working
Scott's cock in and out of her mouth.

"That's it. You're a natural cock sucker, girl. Yeah....suck it....ohhhhhhh....
and now....here's what happens....to little girls who know.....how to suck cock
well....you get a creamy surprise in your mouth...."

Nicole's eyes widened, and she tried to pull her mouth away. But Scott just grabbed
the back of her head and pulled her back in, his hips pumping him in and out of her
mouth. Then he cried out, and the conservative young girl, who had never even
kissed a boy, felt her mouth being filled with Scott's creamy, salty semen.
Gagging, she wanted to spit it out, but he kept his cock in her mouth. She had
no choice but to swallow, if she wanted to breathe.

Finally Scott was done and pulled out of her mouth. Nicole immediately began
spitting, trying desperately to get the taste out of her mouth. Until Scott
stopped her. "Don't bother....you still have three more loads of cum to swallow,"
he told her, indicating the three other men, their hard cocks waiting patiently
for her newly acquired oral skills.

For the rest of the night, the men broke Nicole in, fucking her in every position
imaginable. They had been ordered by Danielle to stay out of her virgin ass,
because Danielle had "something special" in store for it. Nicole was also taught
how to beg to be fucked, and after a few whippings with Scott's belt, was actually
able to say phrases like "Please sir, fuck my wet cunt" and "Please let me suck
your cock like the whore that I am" without pause.

This torment, of course, paled in comparison to the ordeal Nicole would be
experiencing in the morning, when she would be introduced to Danielle and
Danielle's shaven, attention-starved pussy. And later in the day, by the time a
thoroughly ******, thoroughly cum-drenched Terri would be thrown into the supply
room, Nicole would be numb with the shock and the ***********.

Terri waited in the hotel room, sitting in a chair. She had been ordered
to put on a tight black miniskirt with matching panties and hose, and had then
been brought here by Scott and three of his friends.

The hotel room was moderate sized, with just a single king sized bed. So far,
the men had not sought to break in the bed at the blonde slut's expense. Nor
was Terri in any sort of hurry to get any of her holes fucked again, after her
latest **** she could barely walk. Occasionally one of the men fondled or groped
her, but other than that they did nothing but wait.

Terri wondered what was happening to Nicole. Guilt gnawed at her; Nicole's entire
predicament was all her fault, she thought. How could she have been so careless,
and let Danielle's thugs follow her to Nicole's home?

The door opened, and in came Nicole, escorted by Danielle, Carrie, and Scott's
wife, Angela. Angela was carrying an object which Terri was well acquainted with,
from her visit to Scott and Angela's home....a whip known as the "cat of nine tails."

Nicole was dressed in a red plaid knee-length skirt and a white blouse. In this
outfit, she looked like a young girl from some preppy school. Of course, her
glasses and white hosiery completed the illusion. Nicole was shoved
toward the chair next to Terri's.

As Nicole took a seat, Terri softly brushed her arm. "You OK sweetie?" she
whispered.

The other woman nodded---although she looked anything but. Although she had
obviously showered and combed her hair, several bruises and welts were still
plainly visible on her face and arms.

Danielle silenced her rival. "Oh, how touching," she haughtily teased. "So much
concern for your partner in crime. Don't worry....in a little while, you'll be
worried only about your own pathetic ass." She stopped to open the hotel room door
for three more of her associates.....who were carrying video recording equipment,
Terri noted with a sinking feeling (but with no real surprise--the blonde bimbo
was accustomed to having her *********** carefully documented).

A few more men....some from work, but others whom Terri didn't recognize....showed
up. As the video equipment was set up around the bed, Danielle addressed everyone
present. "OK....time to place your bets. Is it going to be Miss Flat-chest, or
Miss Triple D?"

Both Terri and Nicole looked confused. "Don't worry, girls," their brunette
tormentor continued. "The rules of the contest will be explained to you in a
few minutes."

The mousy Nicole spoke with quiet certainty. "I will not participate in any kind
of contest for your pleasure." Several of the spectators snickered at this.

"No?" Danielle countered. "Angela honey, would you come up here, please? Please
explain to Miss Preppy Bitch here what it is you have in your hand."

"Gladly," Angela sneered. "The cat o' nine tails. So named because it's actually
nine tiny whips. If used right, it can be extremely painful, yet leave very few
marks."

"Thanks," Danielle said. "Now, would you please demonstrate on Miss Preppy's
pathetic little tits?"

"Sure....if you insist on glorifying them by calling them tits...."

Nicole, struck with fear, spoke. "No...please I'm sorry!" As she continued to
beg, Scott grabbed the girl's arms and pinned them behind her back, presenting
her breasts to Angela, who took aim.

CRACK!!!! "OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

CRACK!!!!! "PLEASE!!!!!! I'M....."

CRACK!!!! "AAAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"

Danielle raised her hand. "There. That should be enough to keep the bitch from
talking back like that." The cameras were now set up and ready to record whatever
unthinkable *********** the evil woman had concocted for the evening. "Now, here
are the rules for the contest." Her eyes met Nicole's, as if to say, I dare you
to say something, bitch.

But Nicole stayed quiet. Danielle went on.

"Let me first tell you what happens to the loser. I have made arrangements with
a man in the Middle East, who is a collector of women from all over the world. A
slaver. The loser will be sold to him, and you will spend the rest of your life
serving in some remote part of the world, with no hope of release or escape." To
stir the pot, she added, "I've heard that he brands his women. I'm also told that
he and his friends love anal sex....as do the various ******* he raises on his
farm."

Terri's face was a mask of horror. Nicole, tears streaming down her face, was
silent nonetheless.

"Now...the rules. The playing field is this beautiful king sized bed. Anyone who
leaves the playing field, is subject to a whipping, courtesy of Angela's little
toy." Angela held up the cat of nine tails as Danielle continued. "The first
penalty will result in one lash with the whip. The second penalty...two....the
third...three....well, I'm sure you get the idea. Except for you, Terri....since
you're too much of a stupid bimbo....but you'll figure it out. Now, here's a
little twist....if you get a penalty, your opponent gets to decide where you'll
get whipped."

"The objective of the game is simple." Danielle produced a rather large, 8 inch
cream colored dildo, lying it in the very center of the bed. "The first person
who gets this toy all the way into her opponent's ass is the winner."

Both women were horrified. "Please don't make us do this," Terri pleaded. "Please,
I can't....anything else but this...." Nicole implored.

"Fine. Then you'll just both get whipped until you take your positions on the
bed. And then, you'll both get whipped until one of you starts the game."

Resignedly, the girls allowed themselves to be led to opposite corners of the
king sized bed, where they knelt facing each other. Their eyes met, and an
understanding passed between them. This was survival. No holds barred.

"Terri is bigger and probably stronger.....but Nicole has a much tighter ass since
Terri likes to have hers stuffed with cock all the time. Those of you who were
at her tit-warming party will certainly relate," Danielle commented. "All
in all, a pretty even contest! Now, let's get started...." A nod to Carrie, who
was now wielding the whip. She landed a blow with it on Nicole's behind, and
Nicole slowly moved toward the middle of the bed on her knees. As Carrie crossed
over to where Terri was kneeling, Terri said "OK....OK!!!!" and reluctantly crept
toward Nicole.

The two women circled the dildo, each waiting to pounce on the other if she
picked it up.

Nicole made her move first. But instead of reaching out for the toy, she swatted
it past Terri and toward the head of the bed. The blonde went after it, turning
her back to the smaller woman. Who then came at her and shoved her with all the
strength she could muster, sending her careening off of the bed. Terri yelped
in surprise, grabbing onto a handful of the little bitch's shirt and pulling,
trying to take Nicole with her. But the petite woman was ready for it, and hooked
her feet firmly on the opposite edge of the bed. Terri succeeded only in tearing
a few buttons of Nicole's shirt, which was left partially open, leaving one small,
milky white breast visible.

"Well! Looks like we have our first penalty! Good move!" Danielle complimented.
"Where shall we do the honors with the whip?"

"H....her.....b...b..b...behind.....?" Nicole indicated what she meant by pointing
to Terri's backside. Carrie, accordingly, lifted the hem of the blonde's dress,
exposing her delectable heart-shaped ass. Raising the whip with a little smile,
she brought it whistling down on its target. Terri gasped but did not scream or
cry. It hurt, but it was over now. And she still had the dildo in hand! So she
was in pretty good shape.

Danielle called "time out" and took the whip from Carrie.

"Our new slut seems to have a problem with her vocabulary. 'Her BEHIND'?" Danielle
mimicked. "We have no idea what that is. Now, if you were to say, 'the slut's
ASS'....then we would know what you meant!"

Continuing: "There will be a new rule, applicable only to Miss Flat-chest.
Whenever you fail to use language which is befitting of a little whore like you,
you'll be whipped. Now, I'm going to give you a lesson."

Danielle ****** the woman to stand. "This," she explained, raising the
whip and bringing it crashing down on Nicole's backside, "is your ass." The
brunette raised the whip again. "This is your CUNT." Bringing the whip down with
a CRACK!!! to emphasize the last word. "Other answers I will accept are PUSSY
(CRACK!!!!) or FUCK-HOLE (CRACK!!!) And these are TITS!!! (CRACK!!!!)"

"Now you try it." Danielle proceeded to whip Nicole on her breasts, pussy and
ass, imploring her to recite the new descriptions she had learned for each.
Tearfully and ashamed beyond belief, the prim young girl dutifully practiced her
new vocabulary. Finally her tormentor was satisfied, and Nicole was allowed to
return to her corner on the bed.

During all this, Terri had tucked the dildo down her dress, safely between her
tits, realizing that she'd need both hands to get Nicole pinned and then to *****
the toy into her virgin ass.

Nicole saw the toy nestled in Terri's ample cleavage. She grabbed for it, getting
a handful of the blonde's dress instead. She pulled, resulting in a loud RIP!!!!
as the front of the dress tore. Cheers rose as Terri's tits popped free....as did
the dildo. Both women wrestled for it, but it fell off the bed. Before either girl
could reach down and get it, one of the men enjoying the spectacle kicked it away
from the bed. One of the girls would now have to get off the bed to get it.

For now, Terri surveyed her ruined dress.

"You BITCH!!!!" she spat as she came after the tiny woman. Grabbing Nicole's hair,
the blonde pulled her head down, and sat on the back of her head. Then she took
the back of Nicole's shirt in both hands, and pulled until all the buttons gave way,
then pulled the shirt off her arms. Nicole was topless now. Pressing on, Terri
began working on getting her out of her skirt as well.

But Nicole was squirming her way free and finally repelled Terri. Pulling her
skirt back up, the young sheltered woman suddenly realized that she was topless
and that her bare breasts were exposed to everyone in the room. Embarrassed by
this, she put one arm over her chest and looked around for what was left of her
shirt.

And that was when Terri rammed her full-*****, sending her flying off the bed and
onto the floor with a resounding THUMP! It would now be Nicole's turn to take a
whipping.

Carrie, wielding the cat of nine tails, was awaiting instruction. "On her tits"
Terri requested.

Nicole had thought that the cat of nine tails was painful through her clothes. On
her naked breasts, it was excruciating. She bit her lip to keep from crying out,
********* to give these people any satisfaction. Many pairs of pants had been
unzipped by now, and hard cocks were sticking out and being stroked. And more
than one wet pussy was being rubbed.

For the second lash, Terri requested Nicole's back. As the dishwater blonde took
her whipping, Terri reminded her to not forget the dildo.

Recovering the dildo, Nicole got back on the bed. Immediately Terri tried to use
her strength to push Nicole back onto the floor, for another penalty whipping. But
the smaller woman was actually quite strong for her size, and the only thing Terri
accomplished was to allow Nicole to tear the rest of the black dress off of her.
The men hooted and whistled as the blonde bombshell's impressive body was

Terri was now clad only in a pair of black panties and matching hose. As the women
warily crouched in their corners of the bed, the blonde's giant tits jiggled and
swayed, much to the delight of the onlookers.

"Intermission!" Danielle cried. "I'm sure the spectators would like to take a
little break. In the meantime, our two sluts will 69 for your viewing pleasure."

The whip-happy Carrie moved in to enforce this. Terri quickly straddled Nicole's
face, lowering her own face to the woman's cunt and arching her back slightly to
make up for the difference in their height. Pulling Nicole's skirt up and moving
her panties to the side, the hapless secretary dove right in, tongue first. Her
opponent gasped.

Nicole had had her cunt raped by about a dozen different men in the past day. And
she had pleasued Danielle with her own tongue. But this was the first time she
had had a tongue used on her DOWN THERE....and she thought to herself that it wasn't
bad at all. Except....

Terri was biting Nicole's clit. Hard. "Lick me," she hissed urgently.

Nicole just found it too disgusting. "I.....can't....."

"Listen bitch....I'm not about to get whipped because of you. LICK ME." Terri
demanded.

Reluctantly, Nicole began licking Terri.....through the lace fabric of her panties.

"Oh, for God's sake." Terri grabbed her black lace panty and pulled it to the
side, and began fucking her prudish friend's face. Finally, hesitantly, Nicole
began eating Terri's pussy.

Nicole's gasping and moaning grew louder and louder. Terri had spent long hours
between Danielle's (and, more recently, Carrie's) legs, and had mastered the fine
art of cunnilingus in the process. Nicole wasn't as skilled, but it would do.

After several minutes, Danielle separated the two girls. This was met by groans,
which the brunette silenced. "These two whores need their supply of protein so
they can continue the contest for you. Anyone who's interested in helping can
form two lines, and I'm sure these two will be glad to service you with their
slutty mouths."

Eight men lined up....four in front of each kneeling woman. Terri, a real pro,
slobbered and devoured the cocks ravenously until each of them, in turn, exploded
in her mouth. With Nicole, the amateur cocksucker, each man basically grabbed her
head and simply fucked her mouth, filling her mouth with cum, much to her distaste.
As one man pulled out of the mousy little thing's mouth, jacking off all over her
face, Terri noted the woman's look of utter revulsion and her eagerness to wipe
the seed away. And it gave her an idea. Turning back to the next man in her
line, she resumed her cocksucking service.

When the contest resumed, Nicole made as if she was going to cautiously circle
around the dildo again. Terri crawled right toward her opponent, then opened her
mouth and spit the entire mouthful of cum she had been holding there, into Nicole's
face and all over her glasses. Nicole's hands flew to her face, knocking her
glasses off and trying desperately to get the filthy slime off of her. In the
confusion, Terri managed to deprive the other woman of her skirt, as well as
dumping her on the floor.

Nicole took two lashes of the whip on her tits, and one on her thigh. Retrieving
her cum-splattered glasses, she did her best to clean them before being led back
onto the bed.

Terri came right at her, tits bouncing and swaying. Driving the poor girl to the edge
of the bed, then pushing her off, making a grab for Nicole's plain, white cotton
panties and getting a handful. Unfortunately the buxom blonde lost her balance and
came crashing down onto the floor right beside Nicole.....but she got the woman's
panties off in the process.

Each girl had four lashes coming. Nicole got two on her bare ass, and two on her
bare pussy. ("P...please! Not....down there....." she had begged, earning herself
four more on her cunt.)

Terri got one on each breast and one on each sole of her bare feet.
She howled in agony as this was meted out by a drooling Angela.

As the girls got back onto the bed, Terri reflected that she was in pretty good
shape. Nicole was now completely naked, save her hosiery. Aside from the fact
that the girl's nakedness was completely humiliating her, Nicole's asshole would
now be easily accessible. But Terri knew that she wouldn't be able to get the
fake cock into the smaller woman's virgin asshole without lubrication. She
reached for the toy, and Nicole made no move to stop her. Popping the dildo in
her mouth, she began slobbering all over it.

With lightning speed, Nicole moved. Getting behind Terri, she grabbed hold of the
base of the dildo with both hands and pulled, ******* it deeper into the blonde
secretary's mouth. Terri struggled, but the plastic cock inexorably moved further
and further into her mouth. She was now gagging on it and gasping for air.
Realizing that her only hope was to pull them both onto the floor, thus stopping
the contest for a mutual whipping, she leaned forward.

But Nicole was prepared. She leaned back, pulling Terri down on top of her while
continuing to grip the dildo with all her strength. The blonde's face, normally
a healthy tan, was now turning blue. Desperately Terri clawed at the preppy
girl's hands, trying to dislodge them from the dildo. But it was no use.

Steven....she thought, and blacked out.

---------------

When consciousness floated back, Terri was aware of all the men and women
surrounding the bed and cheering. She was also aware of a pressure in her ass.
Nicole, sitting on top of Terri, was sliding the dildo into the blonde's ass. Five
inches had disappeared into her anal canal. Now six. Terri clenched her sphincter
muscles, slowing the progress of the anal invader. Nicole redoubled her efforts.

Carrie leaned over and spoke in Danielle's ear. "Looks like you're gonna lose and
get sold as a harem slave....I plan to marry Steven. Maybe Nicole will be one of
the bridesmaids...."

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!" Terri clenched down on the dildo in her ass,
******* it back out. Nicole was losing her grip, and Terri was regaining her
strength. Finally the dildo came out of the blonde slut's ass with an obscene
popping noise. It was music to Terri's ears.

Now shoving Nicole off of her, Terri went on the offensive. After a struggle, she
pinned the petite woman and retrieved the now slimy dildo. Lining it up with the
tiny pucker of Nicole's virgin asshole, she pushed. But the other girl squirmed,
and the toy ended up in her cunt instead. Terri began to pull it out, but then had
another idea. She slid the toy back up Nicole's snatch, fucking the prude for
all she was worth. Terri got lucky and hit Nicole in just the right spot, making
her cum instantly. Continuing the dildo fuck, the cheap blonde lowered her
tongue onto Nicole's clit and began teasing. Nicole gave up any semblance of
struggle or resistance and her hands grabbed Terri's blonde head, guiding the
woman exactly where she needed to be licked. Nicole's screams of ecstacy cut the
room, as she came over and over, juices flowing from her cunt.

Her tongue not missing a beat on Nicole's clit, Terri pulled the dildo out and
plunged it into the girl's tight, innocent asshole. Her screams deteriorated into
incoherent shrieks, but her hands never left the back of Terri's head. And Terri
didn't stop licking the juices from the girl's snatch....even after the dildo was
buried to the hilt in Nicole's ass, and the mousy young paralegal and future harem
slave was "down for the count".

-------------------------------------

Danielle discarded the hypodermic needle after injecting Nicole. "By the time she
wakes up, she'll be in the cargo hold of a freighter in international waters."

As Terri watched with part horror, part morbid fascination, Danielle's cohorts
stuffed the *********** Nicole into a cube-shaped crate which was barely two feet
on a side.

"Just think, Terri....she was a virgin. And the only intimacy she'll ever know
in her entire life, is that which comes from being ******** gang-raped. And," she
finished with a sad smile, "it's all because of you!" Terri's eyes filled with
guilt and tears. "Do think about that, next time you decide to enlist someone's
help in stopping me. Remember this, Terri....I own you. And I will own you for
the rest of your life...or until I tire of you and send you off to the Middle East
to join your friend there." With that, Danielle walked away.

Terri was so numb with shame and guilt that she didn't even notice when the men
finished packing the crate, and pulled her onto the bed for a celebratory gang-fuck.

Terri was required by Danielle to work out three times a week. At the gym,
the attractive blonde was a magnet for men (and a few of the women as well).
This was no surprise, considering the risque apparel Danielle had given her
for her workouts. This consisted of a white tank top which was cut off a few
inches above Terri's navel (when the blonde worked up a sweat, her brown nipples
were also plainly visible through the white fabric), and a pair of black shorts
which were....well....short.

Whenever the busty blonde attended high energy aerobics, numerous men always
gathered to view the impressive spectacle of her triple-D breasts bouncing
and jiggling up and down in a frenzy. Terri did her best to ignore her
audience, but she could always feel their eyes burning into her chest. And
the worst part was, she knew it was inevitable that she would be approached and
propositioned after the workout session ended. And according to the rules
Danielle had made up for her, she was not allowed to say "no" to any man or
woman when it came to sex. Last time she had done so, and word had gotten back
to Danielle, the hapless blonde had been made to walk around for a whole day with
a dildo in her ass. Danielle was now also keeping constant tabs on exactly where
Terri was, and accounting for her every move, in light of the situation with
Nicole. The blonde was required to "check in" with her boss on a constant basis.

Because of the constant time constraints, when propositioned at the gym, Terri
would often come right out and offer to walk the suitor out to his car and treat
him to a blowjob. Then she would swallow, lick the man clean and head right back
into the gym for more ***********.

Terri was doing her workout when Scott showed up at the gym. Walking up to the
treadmill Terri was using, he pressed the "stop" button, then stepped up next to
the stacked blonde. "Slut," he whispered in her ear, "go to the steam room and
wait for me there. And....I do love your attire, but...it's probably not needed
in the steam room." Before she could object, Scott briefly sucked on her earlobe
and then was gone.

Five minutes later, Terri, clad only in a white towel (the biggest she could find,
not that she expected it to make a difference), sat and waited in the dimly lit,
steamy coed steam room. Thankfully, the gym was nearly deserted today and the
blonde bombshell was alone.

Not for long, however, as she was soon joined by Scott, also nude except for a
standard issue gym towel. His, however, had a slight bulge in the front, which
quickly grew as he sat down next to the well-endowed blonde.

"Stand up, Terri," she was ordered. Holding her towel, she complied, standing
before Scott. "Now take off the towel."

"Scott--" she implored.

"Do I need to call Danielle?" he asked softly. That got Terri moving, slowly
opening the towel to expose her enormous silicone-enhanced tits and her neatly
trimmed snatch. Scott's eyes drank in the delicious sight for a while.

"OK now spread the towel out on the floor." Terri did this. "Now lie on it....on
your back. Spread your legs and show me your beautiful cunt."

"Scott--please! Someone might--" Terri nervously looked toward the door.

"Terri, don't make me have to tell you twice. I'm in a good mood today but
don't push it," Scott whispered pleasantly. So Terri reluctantly lie down and
spread her legs. "Now take your hand and play with that beautiful cunt for me,
dear." The blonde obediently began rubbing her clit.

"You really do have a lovely cunt, Terri. I sincerely wish that Danielle would
allow you to shave it." An inspiration. "In fact Terri, I want you to shave your
cunt for me tonight. Completely bald. But don't tell Danielle I told you to."

"But....she'll...."

"Punish you? No doubt you're right. But I do so enjoy watching her punish you.
That dear lady is very creative, I'll give her that." Scott had pulled his cock
out from under the towel, and was slowly stroking it. Terri now was steadily
massaging her clit between two fingers. "To be honest, I hope when she finds out,
she'll ask Angela and I for help in coming up with a punishment for you. Finger
fuck yourself now," Scott added.

Terri's middle finger sank into her wet cunt. Slowly, she worked it in and out,
gradually picking up speed. Her breathing increasing slightly along with her
tempo. Scott's hand also quickened its pace a bit on his prick.

After watching her jack herself off for a while, Scott asked, "What do you want
to happen now, Terri?"

"I don't know....what--"

"I'm asking you. It's up to you. If you want, I can decide for you." This
struck Terri as odd. Typically, Scott enjoyed dominating her and humiliating
and inflicting pain on her...usually by way of Terri's ass which Scott had a real
fetish for. So maybe there WAS a chance to keep Scott's monster cock out of her
ass--this time.

"I....I want you in my....mouth....." Terri explained as she fingered herself.

This was fine with Scott, and he said so. On her hands and knees, the naked
blonde went over to the bench Scott was sitting on. Pulling his towel away, and
now both of them were completely naked. She marveled at his prick which was
actually very sexy, and just the size she liked them to be. Too bad we couldn't
have met under different circumstances, Scott....circumstances such as you not
being a complete, utter creep....suppressing the thought, Terri took Scott's cock
in hand and took over stroking it, and gliding her tongue over the tip.

Insistently, Scott grabbed the back of the blonde fellatrice's head, making it
clear what he wanted. Parting her lips, Terri took him in. Scott was larger
than average, but she had no problem getting him all the way in her mouth, up to
his hairy balls. Her entire mouth, all the way into her throat, was stuffed
with his manhood. Terri was able to keep from gagging only through the skill
she had learned from sucking hundreds of different cocks over the past few months,
of all shapes and sizes.

Gently, she took Scott's hand away from her head (he actually allowed this), then
lifted her head so that only about half of his cock filled her mouth. Then back
down taking him all the way in again. Then all the way out, till just the purple
tip of his dick was in her slutty mouth. Steadily bobbing up and down on his
delicious meat, picking up speed. Terri was deep throating so well that her lips
were actually leaving traces of her ruby red gym-slut lipstick on his balls.

Scott sat back and enjoyed the ride, watching the slut at work. Terri was an
amazing cocksucker. His wife Angela couldn't even come close when it came to
cocksucking. But, then again, Angela wasn't sucking off dozens of men a week
like Terri was, either.

Scott grabbed a handful of Terri's golden blonde hair, and pulled her head
away. Scott's cock, covered with the slut's drool, popped out of her mouth.
Without being told, Terri faced away from Scott, and lowered her juicy box onto
his erect prick. Gasping as he penetrated her, finishing the job her fingers
had started.

"Play with my tits," she whispered.

"Slut, don't forget who you're talking to. Beg me for it."

"Oh Scott....please play with this slut's tits.....she needs it bad...." All
the while bouncing on his lap. Scott reached around and began playing with
Terri's enormous mammaries.

Terri knew that Scott was going to do what he wished with her, so she knew that
she might as well enjoy the ride. In this instance it wasn't very hard. Scott
actually fucked her very well, when he wasn't busy mauling her tits, *******
his cock up her tight asshole or otherwise inflicting excruciating pain on her.

Terri adjusted herself slightly, altering the angle at which Scott's prick was
entering her cunt. Right--THERE--just the right spot! Terri threw her head
back and increased her tempo. Wanting to get more momentum, she went too far on
her up stroke, and Scott's cock popped out of her snatch. Terri gasped, then
guided him back in and resumed. She easily found the right spot again, and
urgently humped her lover. Making up for lost time. Both of them were moaning
rather loudly. Neither cared if anyone might come in, or hear them from the
hallway which connected the two locker rooms.

"OH TERRI....I'M GONNA CUM....YOU'RE SO FUCKING GOOD....SLUT....." Scott cried
out.

"I love....being your slut....as long....as it feels....SO GOOD....." Terri
gasped in return. "OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH YES!!!! I'M CUMMING!!!!!!" Her cunt
erupted, spewing juice all over his cock. In turn, this made Scott take his
hands off her tits, grab her waist, and urgently guide her up and down in
frenzied, primal fucking. His cock then exploded, sending his jism deep inside
Terri. This made her cum yet again. "AAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH YYYYYES!"
For the moment, Terri was no longer a pleasure toy, for the use and ***** of her
boss and her associates. No doubt, when Scott saw her at the office later, he
would treat her like the worthless piece of meat that Danielle had decreed she
was. But at this moment, she was simply a bitch in heat, seeking to have her
dripping wet cunt thoroughly screwed, and she was getting it.

When Scott had finished cumming, he lifted the blonde off of him. "Do you know
what I want now, slut?"

With ****** lust in her eyes, Terri responded. "You want this slut to clean her
juices off your cock...." Without waiting for a confirmation, the blonde did
just that, licking Scott thoroughly from cockhead to balls, then taking him
back into her warm wet mouth.

The door to the steam room opened. Without taking Scott out of her mouth, Terri's
eyes darted to the door. It was Scott's wife, Angela.

"There you--" Spying the blonde bimbo, Angela demanded, "What the hell is going
on here?"

"She begged me to come in here with her," Scott replied, his voice full of
innocence. "Then, she tore my towel off and started fucking me like a bunny."

Angela's eyes narrowed at the other woman. "You...little....fucking....BITCH!!!"

Terri suddenly realized that her mouth was still stuffed full of Scott's cock.
Which was stirring again. She lifted her head.

Though this was obviously staged by Scott and Angela, Terri tried to appeal to
the other woman. "Angela--"

"Shut up, bitch. Get your towel on and come with me." Gathering her towel, the
slut hurried to catch Angela who was already leaving the room. Angela led her to
the next room over, which contained the health club's hot tub, which at the moment
was deserted.

"Take off your towel and get in," Scott's wife demanded. Terri tentatively put
a foot in the hot water. The other woman shoved her the rest of the way in. "Now
wait here" she was told.

As Angela left the hot tub room, Terri sank as low as she could in the hot water,
to conceal her stark nakedness. As usual, it wouldn't matter in the end.

Soon Angela appeared in the doorway, accompanied by two young men wearing only
swimming trunks. The three conversed, eyeing Terri. Then the two men got into
the hot tub, sandwiching the lovely blonde. Grinning, the men got out of their
trunks and tossed them out of the hot tub. One of the men began exploring
Terri's pussy and tits with his hands. The other grabbed the blonde's hand and
placed it around his rapidly growing cock. Angela was watching, so Terri had no
choice but to give the men whatever they wanted. So she jacked the young man's
cock, while his friend roughly probed at her cunt.

She got the first man off rather quickly with her hand. He gasped and emptied his
load into the scalding hot water, then retrieved his shorts and left the hot tub.
His friend, who had probably been inhibited about performing in front of another
man, immediately became more vocal and dominating. "I want my dick sucked" he
ordered the blonde.

Terri started to guide the young man. "OK sweetie....why don't you sit on the
edge--"

But he stopped her. "I'm staying right here. You're the slut here.....you bring
your mouth to me." Terri started with surprise. His cock was under two feet of
hot water! How would she ever--

Her thoughts were interrupted when the young man grabbed her head and ****** her
underwater, down to his crotch. Panicking, she fought him. But he was very
strong and easily held her head under the water. Finally, she realized that
resistance was going to get her nowhere....except possibly drowned. Finding his
hard cock, she took it into her mouth and bobbed up and down for a few strokes.
Then he finally released her head and she came to the surface, desperately
gasping for air. Then it was back down again for more underwater fellatio. He
made her stay down there for longer this time. Then back up for a little air....
then back down again for more cock. Terri found that it was easier if she held
her nose while she sucked the young man off.

"Almost ready to cum, slut," the young man informed her on one of her trips to the
surface. She took all the air her lungs could hold, and went down on him
ravenously. After a minute or so she was rewarded with a mouthful of jism.

She came to the surface, gratefully sucking in air. When she opened her eyes and
wiped the water out of them, she saw that the young man was putting on his trunks,
and that a rather large, very well built black man, of about her age, was waiting
to take his place. Before he got in the hot tub, he removed his shorts. Terri
gasped at the size of his equipment. He had to be at least 12 inches, maybe more!

Thankfully for the sex-toy blonde, the man wasn't looking for an underwater
blowjob. Terri didn't know if even a seasoned blowjob expert such as herself
could take such a large cock in her mouth.

She took it in her cunt instead, sitting on the black man's lap and facing him.
It hurt at first, as this was the biggest cock she had ever had. But the slut
took it in stride and was soon easily (though not painlessly) fucking the man. As
the blonde goddess rode the enormous black cock, her 36-triple-D tits bounced but
never quite cleared the water, instead appearing to float like twin buoys. The
man she was fucking watched this spectacle with fascination. Hey, who wouldn't?

The two of them fucked like this for nearly 45 minutes, and the man still showed
no signs of letting up. Angela was watching from the doorway the whole time.
Each intrusion of the giant cock brought new pain, but any time Terri slowed down,
her partner would grab one of her nipples and cruelly twist it. Things could have
been worse though....the blonde slave had somehow managed to cum twice during
the vaginal invasion of this unthinkably huge cock.

The black man directed Terri to get up, explaining that he would now like to
sample her tight asshole.

Terri's face paled and her eyes grew wide. "NO....you're too big....you wouldn't
fit....please...." she pleaded.

The man looked over to Angela accusingly. "You told me this girl would give me
some ass! What's up with that?"

Angela began coming over. "Is there a problem here, Terri? Shall I call Danielle
and see if she might be able to help?" A vision arose unbidden in Terri's mind,
of Danielle greasing up her entire arm with KY jelly, and fist-fucking her slave's
ass. Danielle had threatened this only once, and Terri never forgot it.

Aloud, she begged, "No...just...Angela PLEASE, for God's sake, he'll rip me apart!
PLEASE."

But her pleas fell on deaf ears. The large black man had the petite blonde kneel
on one of the steps which led out of the hot tub.

Unable to reason with Angela, Terri tried instead to plead with her partner.
"Please.....I can take you in my mouth and give you a real nice blowjob. Don't
you want to see my lips wrapped around that nice big cock? Please....PLEASE...."
The black man ignored her pleas as well. He stood on a lower step, and spit on
his cock to lubricate it. As he placed his cockhead at the opening of Terri's
********* asshole, she continued to beg and plead for mercy, even as she grabbed
the handrails leading out of the hot tub and gripped them for dear life, her
knuckles turning white.

As the humungous black cock slowly sank into the hapless slut's ass, Angela
remarked lightly, "Sure would suck to be you right now...." Then she left the
room, thoughtfully shutting the door out of courtesy to the other members of the
health club. She smiled to herself as the sound of Terri's screaming and begging
faded with distance.

Terri
-----
Terri pulled her car to the shoulder of the road again. For the eighth
time, she had been blinded by tears and was crying so hard she could not
continue driving.

Wiping her eyes, she reached over to the passenger seat of her
car.Retrieving the small stack of papers, she read the first few lines and
confirmed that they were, indeed, real. As they had been the first dozen
times she had read them, in disbelief.

The pretty blonde had been minding her own business, preparing for another
humiliating day at the hands of Danielle. Her boss was being especially
cruel these past few days. Terri figured it was jealousy because Danielle
had found out about her and Carrie. Not that Terri had any say in what
Carrie or anyone else did to her...but Danielle took it out on her just the
same, having lusted after the redhead for several years without any luck.

She'd been minding her own business that morning, when a knock came at the
door. That was when she had been served.

Now, her heart felt like it had been ripped from her silicone-enhanced
chest. Divorce! Steven wanted a divorce! And it was all Danielle's
fault.Danielle had seen to it. She hadn't followed through on her threats
to send Steven the videotapes of some of Terri's extramarital
performances,but Steven would have to have been blind not to know that
something was going on. Terri's sizzling, slutty wardrobe, which would have
put a callgirl to shame. The late night calls from men asking for Terri.
Terri going out every night, slipping quietly into bed in the early morning
hours, always too tired to do anything for her husband. All thanks to
Danielle. Danielle,turning Terri into a callgirl. Danielle, keeping Terri
after work for hours on end, making her perform over and over again until
she used her tongue just right. Danielle, escorting Terri to a picnic
ground, and making her burn all her old clothing in a fire barrel...only
cheap, slutty clothes for our Terri! Danielle, making arrangements for her
friend Carrie to be temporarily assigned to work in Steven's office.
Carrie....

Carrie
------
The redhead had watched the house from her car, parked across the
street.She'd seen the car with the well-dressed, lawyerly looking man drive
up,seen him go to the front door and knock. She'd seen him deliver a large
manila envelope to the woman who answered the door, then turn around and
walk briskly back to his car, ignoring the questions being directed at him
with rapidly increasing volume by the blonde woman who had answered the
door. The blonde had chased the man to his car, screaming at him and
pleading for an explanation. She'd watched the man drive away, noticing
that he pulled his car to the curb about a block away, and out of sight of
the sobbing blonde, to complete some paperwork. Carrie had watched the
blonde stagger back into her house in shock. The redhead had seriously
considered going into the house and ****** the blonde, to punctuate her
grief and *********** even more, but in the end had decided to leave things
as they were. About thirty minutes after that, the door to the house had
opened, and the slut who was married to Carrie's man had come out, gotten
in her car, and drove off in tears.

Carrie then got out of her car and went to the front door of the house.She
searched momentarily until she found the key she knew was hidden
there.Letting herself in to the now empty house, she headed straight for
the master bedroom and opened the closet which contained her man's wife's
wardrobe.(Would that make her my "wife-in-law"? the vivacious redhead
giggled to herself.) In the far back of the closet, she found the item she
was looking for, wrapped in plastic from the cleaners and having not been
worn for several years. Ripping the plastic away, Carrie stripped naked and
then began dressing in the clothing she had picked out.

Then the redheaded homewrecker laid down in the middle of the bed, clad in
Terri's white wedding dress, and masturbated, waiting for her man to come
home.


Danielle
--------
Danielle tried to concentrate on the paperwork in front of her. She was
finding it increasingly difficult because of what Terri was doing under her
desk. Taking a deep breath, the young saleslady ****** herself to focus on
the pages upon pages of contracts...and away from the tongue which was
working her over sooooooo expertly, down below.

It probably would have been easier to order the blonde to stop, and take a
rain check on the "afternoon delight" Terri was giving her boss.But the
young assistant had had a VERY poor attitude lately, and Danielle was
determined to set her straight. A glance under the desk confirmed that her
assistant was still dutifully reaming her ass with the 8" dildo she had
been provided with.

Terri's need for an attitude adjustment had begun three days earlier,when
the staff had decked out the office for the holidays. The office had come
to a complete halt, reveling in the sight of the office bimbo climbing a
step ladder to hang decorations and ornaments from the ceiling, clad in a
black miniskirt. Once the task was done, Terri had slinked back to her
desk, failing to note the mistletoe which someone had hung from the ceiling
directly above her. It took her the rest of the day to figure out why the
men (and a few of the women) in the office kept grabbing her and roughly
******* their tongue into her mouth. The blonde bimbo had then taken the
mistletoe down, drawing a reprimand from Danielle, who had ordered her to
put it back up, and to remove her panties and hang them up there with it.
Following this episode, many of the kisses were accompanied by hands
wandering under Terri's skirt.

This morning, the dumb blonde had been in tears when a process server had
paid her a visit, serving Terri with notice that Steven was filing for
divorce. Danielle and Angela had spent the morning cruelly referring to
this as Terri's "early Christmas present". Terri had finally
exploded,declaring that she wasn't going to put up with Danielle's
blackmail any longer.

Danielle had then politely reminded her delectable servant of the illegal
things she had done, including corporate espionage and prostitution.
Failing to mention, of course, that it was Danielle herself who had ******
Terri to do all of these things. And when Terri still didn't calm down,
Danielle had brought out the Christmas cards.

The "Christmas cards" consisted of rather plain holiday greeting cards,each
with "Season's Greetings" embossed on the front. Inside, however,each card
contained a unique picture. And of course, each card was addressed to
someone Terri knew. Pictures of Terri masturbating, half-dressed in a
business blazer--addressed to various former coworkers and business
associates.A picture of Terri, bathed in cum and sweat, with cocks in every
orifice,addressed to Terri's *********** in Phoenix. An entire package of
pictures,addressed to Terri's soon to be ex-husband, completely documenting
the blonde's illicit activities by showing her screwing dozens of men and
women.("The divorce court should find these VERY interesting," Danielle had
remarked.)

Danielle had threatened to mail the Christmas cards, and of course the
begging, pleading, crying and apologizing had begun. As Terri's tongue
worked at her crotch, the villianess reflected that the funnest part of
having Terri as her assistant was the begging, pleading, crying and
apologizing.This pleased the brunette, who was sure that there would be
much more of it later tonight, when Terri would be ****** to watch Danielle
drop the Christmas cards into the mail for real.

All in all, by the time the night was over, Danielle mused, Terri's entire
life would be destroyed. Steven had filed for possession of the house (at
Carrie's insistence), and the pretty redhead homewrecker was at this moment
moving her things in, and carelessly tossing aside Terri's possessions.
Terri wouldn't be homeless, however...she would be moving in with Danielle!
Who would then make use of the ruined blonde till she grew tired of the
game...at which point Terri would be packed into a crate and shipped to one
of Danielle's contacts in the Middle East, where the hapless girl would
spend the remainder of her life serving as a harem slave.

But that was all in the future, in the new year yet to come. Enjoy the
present, and all the joy it brings, the wicked brunette chided herself.

Danielle's thoughts turned to the company Christmas party, later this
evening. There would be plenty of food, plenty of ******, and gifts for
all. Santa Claus wouldn't be able to make it, being very busy and all,but
rumor had it that one of his elfs might make it to the party. A very slutty
elf, whose green minidress, matching holiday green thong, and festive red
36-DDD bra would no doubt end up lying forgotten on the floor very early in
the evening.

The very thought, coupled with the intensive tongue lashing she had been
receiving from Terri over the past several hours, made the evil brunette
cum. The first cum of many for this evening.

The interview ------------

"Time for your monthly review, Terri. Conference Room C should do
nicely, don't you think?"

"Yes ma'am." Terri put away the copy of Hustler magazine which she had
been reading.

Danielle turned and headed for the empty conference room. Terri
subserviently followed a few paces behind.

The young VP took a seat. "Close the door, will you?" The blonde obeyed
and took her seat.

"Did I tell you to sit down?" Danielle asked sharply.

"No ma'am," Terri hurriedly got to her feet, flustered.

Danielle was pleased with herself. She always liked to start these
meetings off by putting her assistant off balance. Outwardly, however, she
made her disdain evident.

"I don't know what your problem is, Terri. We've been having these
little meetings for eight months. I'd think you'd know the rules by now."

"Yes ma'am."

"Good. NOW you may sit down. You know the position to assume."

Terri did. Slumping way down in the plush chair, she spread her legs
wide and rested her feet on the wooden conference table. Lifting the hem
of her skirt, she tentatively eased her finger inside herself. Danielle
had the best seat in the house from across the table, and could plainly see
that Terri was already wet.

"Goooooood. Nice. Now...let's talk about whether or not we should keep
you on here." The brunette's voice took an ominous tone. Of course, if
Terri were dismissed, Danielle would be sending some information to the
cops. Evidence of sensitive information which Terri had stolen from her
old job. Videotapes of Terri selling her body for cash. Offshore bank
accounts full of dirty money, all in Terri's name. *****....

With a shudder, Terri thought about one incident, shortly after Steven
had filed for divorce and thrown Terri out of their house. That meddlesome
bitch Carrie had cajoled Steven into getting a restraining order against
Terri (Danielle had "helped" by making numerous telephone calls to Steven's
boss, pretending to be Terri, and by slashing Steven's tires.) Terri had
said "fuck it" and told Danielle that she quit, deciding that everything
that mattered to her had already been taken away from her. In this, she
found that she was sorely mistaken; speeding out of the parking garage,
she'd received a call on her car-phone. "Look in your trunk," Danielle's
voice had urged, then a (click). Stopping, Terri had discovered a ziploc
bag filled with white powder beneath the spare tire. Searching the rest of
the car, she'd found several more bags. Then Danielle had called back.

"My next call will be to the DEA and the sheriff's department." And so,
Terri had dejectedly gone back and spent most of the next 24 hours between
Danielle's legs, begging for her job back.

"Soooo..." Danielle began. "Very SPECIAL day for you today, isn't it?"

Terri didn't answer, instead she regarded her boss with a mixture of
pure hate and extreme hurt.

"What's the SPECIAL occasion?" Danielle pressed.

"M-my...d-d-div.....D-DIVORCE....." The pretty blonde's voice broke, and
she began sobbing uncontrollably. Across the table, the evil Danielle
silently congratulated herself. It usually took her a full three minutes
to get the little bitch bawling her eyes out. But today was a very
emotional day for Terri, as her marriage had now been legally and
officially ruined by this wicked, spiteful woman. The tramp was
understandably riding an emotional roller coaster. The balloons, flowers
and the impromptu lunchtime party probably hadn't helped matters, Danielle
mused.

"Ahhh....yes. Your divorce. Oh well. Guess that's what you get for
being a walking cum depository. Let's begin, shall we?"

"Wh-whatever...." Terri sniffled.

"I see you shaved your pussy again, Terri." It was true; the blonde's
cunt was completely bald--in direct contradiction of Danielle's orders to
let it grow and dye it black, so that anyone seeing her naked would assume
that she was a fake, dyed-blonde bimbo. However, Scott, one of her
coworkers, had ordered her to shave it off. Danielle, of course, knew
this, and also knew that Scott had ordered Terri not to tell. This didn't
stop her from taking the opportunity to torment the girl.

"Now, Terri...do you remember our little review last month?" she asked
softly.

"Yes, ma'am."

"And, what did we decide in regard to the shaving of your pussy?"
Danielle pressed.

"You...w-we...said I wasn't....s-s-supposed to...."

"And...look at your pussy. What do you call that?"

"S-shaved...." Terri had a look on her face which wished that she was
anywhere but here.

"And," Danielle continued quietly, "what did we say the penalty would be
if you disobeyed again?"

Terri's eyes widened. "No...please, Danielle...."

"What did we say the penalty would be, Terri?"

"Danielle," Terri sobbed, "please! You don't understand!!!"

"I understand that I gave you specific instructions, and that you failed
to follow them," Danielle said coldly. "The penalty--your employment here
will be terminated, and your illicit activities will all be reported to the
proper authorities." Picking up the phone on the conference table, she
dialed a number. "Building security, please."

"NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!" Terri wailed. "Please...Danielle....ma'am...I didn't
have a choice....Scott! Scott made me do it." Ah. Now they were getting
somewhere.

Danielle hung up the phone. "Scott 'made' you do it? How?"

"H-he...told me...if I didn't...Angela would use the whip
again....and...and...he'd u-use m-m-my ass..."

"Oh. So, you had a choice, then." Danielle let that sink in. "And you
chose to disobey me."

"Danielle...h-he...she....A-Angela and Scott aren't...aren't gentle.
One of these days they're going to **** me...." Terri ******.

"When is it going to sink in, Terri? It's not all about you. You're
nothing more than a toy, for the purpose of providing pleasure to us as we
see fit. I'd have thought that would have been obvious by now. Anytime
Scott wants to use your ass, it's his, provided that it's not being used by
me at the moment. And if his wife wants to take a whip to your back and
cover it with welts...well, can you blame her? After all, you have been
having an affair with her husband," Danielle finished cruelly.

"Please...I'm sorry...it w-won't happen again...please don't fire me..."
Tears rolled down Terri's face as she awaited her fate.

Danielle observed as Terri broke down. Having spent most of her life
being tormented by the blonde, she found it intensely satisfying to be
paying it all back, with interest.

"P-p-please...."

"While I think about how to handle this little infraction, get up on the
table. You know what to do." And Terri did. Stripping naked, she lay on
her back on the mahogany table, sliding her hand down to her cunt, as her
boss watched with perverse satisfaction. Before long, Danielle's own hand
was busy shamelessly playing with her wet pussy.

Bachelor Party -----------------

Terri walked, reflecting on what an awful day it was. She couldn't
believe that Danielle had taken things this far. Ruining her marriage!
She'd thought she was resigned to the inevitable, but it hadn't really been
real for her until today. As of today, she was a single woman, the man she
loved having been stolen from her through seduction, blackmail and lies.
And through it all, as Danielle had carefully arranged and choreographed
everything, Terri had only been able to kneel under her boss' desk,
cramming a dildo up her ass while dutifully eating out the evil bitch who
was destroying her life.

Danielle had "decided" to keep Terri employed for another month. Now,
Terri was headed back to Danielle's apartment, where she was being allowed
to reside. There, she'd go through the same type of monthly "review",
where Danielle would decide whether or not to keep her blonde slave as a
"tenant" for another month, or to throw her out into the street.

Her "landlady" was eagerly awaiting her.

"Tonight's 'review' is going to be a little different. I've arranged
for you to work a bachelor party. Let's get you ready." It was not unusual
for Danielle to pimp Terri out to special events like this.

Danielle spent the next hour dolling her slut up to look like the high
class call girl she was. A pink thong with a matching pink demi bra, which
had been specially made for Terri's silicone-made tripld-D rack. Matching
garters and hose. A rather stunning, extremely scandalous red dress to
accentuate Terri's every curve. Plenty of face and eye makeup. Bright red
lipstick, to call attention to the lips which had serviced hundreds of
cocks at Danielle's bequest. Six-inch pumps. A black wig put the
finishing touches on things.

When Danielle left her alone, Terri surveyed herself in the mirror. She
looked like a complete stranger! The sex slave was thankful for once--at
least nobody would recognize her. That would certainly spare her some
***********.

In that, she had no idea how wrong she was.

---------------------

"***** this--you'll need it." Without taking her eyes off the road,
Danielle had produced a flask of whiskey and now offered it to Terri, who
eyed it suspiciously.

"Why?" she asked. It was indeed strange, she thought. Usually the
heartless bitch wanted her pet to be completely sober, so that she could
fully experience and appreciate whatever *********** had been conjured up
for her. "Don't you want me to be fully coherent while you embarrass and
torment me?"

"Yes, dear, usually I do. But in this case, I think you'll need to be a
little numb. Tonight will be an important performance from you, and the
last thing we need is for you to start bawling in front of everybody."

"Why would I start bawling?" Terri wanted to know.

"Just *****," Danielle said firmly.

"Why would I start bawling? What's going to happen?" Terri asked
anxiously.

"Oh, I might as well tell you, so you can get it out of your system
now," Danielle sighed. "The bachelor party you'll be performing at is for
Steven. He'll be marrying Carrie next weekend. You're going to perform
for him and his friends, and then you're going to fuck him." Danielle spoke
as nonchalantly as if she had just asked her assistant to drop a package
off in the mailroom. "And he's not even going to know that it's you..."

Eventually the hapless sex slave's crying died down enough that Danielle
could hear herself think.

"*****," she repeated, passing the flask to Terri again.

Terri drank.

Steven drank, too. But out of celebration and festivity. He was
finally going to be with the woman he loved, his soulmate. Carrie was
wonderful.

He also was celebrating for another reason. Today, he had closed the
book on a chapter of his life which, he now realized, had been a mistake.
What had he been thinking when he'd married Terri? They were from two
different worlds. Steven thought back to how they'd drifted apart. The
constant late nights waiting at home while she was out partying. The phone
calls in the middle of the night, after which Terri would dress quietly and
leave the house after she thought Steven was asleep. A very painful,
frustrating time it had been for him....but he had found Carrie. She'd
started out as a temp in his office, and the two had gone out to lunch, and
then dinner. In Carrie, Steven had found someone whom he could talk to and
relate to.

Then there had been the day when Carrie had brought the pictures over.
"Steven," she had said as gently as possible, "there's something you should
know. It's not going to be easy for you, but know that I am your friend
and will be here for you." Then she had broke the news to him, about the
affairs Terri was having at work. He'd broken down and cried in her arms,
and somehow they had ended up in bed together. Steven's path had been
clear to him at that point; with a supportive Carrie at his side, he'd
filed the necessary paperwork in the county courthouse. Carrie had moved
in with Steven on the same day that Terri moved out.

The two of them longed for the day when the divorce would be final, so
that they could make their own love official. It had been a bumpy
ride--Terri still telephoned at least once a week, always breathing into
the phone and not saying anything when Steven picked up. Carrie, however,
had received several death threats from the deranged soon to be ex-wife,
and had spent many nights shaking with terror, relaying the details to
Steven as he held her close.

Now the long wait was coming to an end. In a few short days, they would
be married! Carrie, ever the good sport, had arranged tonight's bachelor
party, reserving a barroom, and had even hired a callgirl. "I want to
watch you fuck her while she sucks all of your friends off," the nasty
redhead had whispered in his ear. "Then, we go home and you get to ride
the Redhead Express...." This was their pet name for lovemaking.

The callgirl was a petite-framed, black-haired young woman, with curves
in all the right places and enormous breasts, all poured in to a size 2
dress. Steven's cock grew hard immediately as she took the stage and began
seductively gyrating to the music in the bar. Seated beside him, Carrie,
too, was getting turned on from the show, and began rubbing at Steven's
trousers under the table. His friends, meanwhile, decided that they'd
rather have a more intimate show, and proceeded to carry the callgirl over
to the large table where they were all seated.

"'scuse me for just a second..." Carrie whispered to her man. She stood
next to the dancer.

"Doesn't Lisa's dress look pretty?" The men all agreed. "Wouldn't it
look even better in a crumpled heap on the floor?" Everyone roared their
approval.

"You heard. Take it off," Carrie demanded. Slowly, the callgirl
unbuttoned the dress and let it fall to the floor. Underneath she was
wearing a pink lace demi bra, with a matching thong, garter and hose.
Directed by Carrie, the girl pirouetted slowly to allow the men to take in
a complete viewing of her curvaceous, sexy body. "Mmmmmm nice, isn't she,
guys? But you don't have to settle for just looking. Lisa is paid for,
all night! Help yourselves....." And so Carrie returned to her seat,
nuzzling up to Steven and watching as the whore was surrounded by six of
Steven's best friends.

-----------------

With the exception of Steven, Terri has fucked each of the men once, and
they were now enjoying sloppy seconds. VERY sloppy seconds, as it turned
out--the guys using her pussy and ass had all pulled out in time to douse
the disguised slut in cum. She was trying to keep them aroused, so that
they'd keep fucking her and she hopefully wouldn't have to do anything with
Steven. Terri didn't think she could take that. But the guys were
gradually wearing out. As she finished the man who was fucking her mouth,
nobody moved to take his place, and with horror, Terri realized that Carrie
was standing over her.

"My husband to be wants a blowjob," the redhead demanded softly.

"Carrie....please, no. I wish you two best of luck, but....please...."

"NOW," Carrie demanded in a no-nonsense tone. "Or do you, I and
Danielle all need to sit down and have a little talk?"

Resignedly, fighting back tears, Terri got to her knees before the man
who had been so cruelly stolen away from her.

----------------

Closing his eyes, Steven leaned back and enjoyed the cocksucking he was
getting from the callgirl. She definitely knew her oral, Steven thought to
himself. The way she was able to take him all the way in to her mouth, at
the same time snaking her tongue around his shaft... ------------
Humiliated and tormented beyond belief, Terri was performing by rote. She
was mechanically servicing Steven, just as she had on hundreds of occasions
while they were married. And he was responding--after all these years, she
knew just what he liked and how he liked it. ------------ The callgirl was
doing a great job of sucking Steven's cock. He hadn't had oral treatment
this great since he and Terri had still been together. Carrie was a
terrific woman, but she had a lot to learn in the fellatio department.

The way her tongue was working him, her hands lightly playing with his
balls, he could almost imagine that he was still with Terri, before she'd
strayed. In his mind's eye, Steven pictured his ex-wife kneeling there,
her blonde hair tickling his thighs as she bobbed up and down, determined
to give her man the suck of his life. ----------- Carrie watched
nervously. Terri was playing her role a little *too* intensely.
----------- If this is the last time we're ever going to be together, Terri
thought, I'm going to make damn sure you're going to remember it, Steven.
Moaning loudly, she doubled her pace, slurping at his sweet prick with a
frenzy, just like the time.... ----------- ....they'd headed up to the
river, packing a picnic basket lunch which they had never gotten around to
eating. Opting instead to taste each other there on the blanket. Steven
recalled how he'd anticipated, and how warm and wet his young wife's mouth
was when she'd finally stopped teasing and gotten down to business. How
she'd leisurely worked him with her mouth for a while, before moving in for
"the ****", shaking her head back and forth and her moans, muffled by her
mouthful of prick... ----------- "MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM....." ----------- "Oh
yeah....swallow it, Terri...." Steven wasn't even aware he'd said it. He
was aware only of the throbbing of his shaft, pulsing, as he couldn't hold
back anymore, and emptied his load into the callgirl's mouth, as she
eagerly gulped down every last drop....

Carrie, however, had heard clearly, and was too stunned to move. Terri
was looking up at Steven, with a kind of sadness, knowing that it was,
indeed, over.

Finally the redhead bride to be found the strength to move. Grabbing at
Terri's wig, she tore it off and threw it aside. "You BITCH!!!!! WHAT THE
FUCK DID YOU DO TO LISA?? Won't you EVER LEAVE US ALONE????" She grabbed
Steven, pulling him away, then turned around and slapped Terri across the
face. "LEAVE US THE FUCK ALONE!!!!!"

Everyone ignored Terri as she dressed, reduced to complete shame. All
of the guys were gathered around Carrie and Steven. The bitch was sobbing
about how "she follows us everywhere and calls our house constantly....she
somehow found out about tonight and arranged....THIS...." More fake tears.
"What did you do, Terri...tap our phone lines when we called the escort
service? Where's Lisa, the girl who was supposed to be here? Is she lying
dead in a ditch somewhere? Do you want us dead? Do you? COME ON!!! HERE
I AM!!!!" And she came at Terri again, getting a handful of the humiliated
girl's blonde hair, shaking her around until she was pulled back by Steven
and a few of the other guys. What really hurt most of all were the words
spoken by Steven.

"C'mon, Carrie. She's not worth it."

As she was led away, the redhead spoke to Terri. "Stay away from MY
MAN." Then, to Steven's friends, "Do whatever you want with her, guys.
Have fun."

They did.

Tears rolled down Terri's face as she sat in the back of the unmarked police
car. She was alone--the officer who had busted her, and his partner, were
outside the car speaking with a gang of teenagers. She watched as the two
cops spoke to the group of kids, even as a fresh stream of obscene graffiti
dried on the wall behind them.

It had begun as an average night for Terri. Carrie had come over to
Danielle's place, and the two of them had sat down to contemplate new ways
to humiliate the blonde slut, all the while passing Terri back and forth to
each other under the table.

The two friends had made small talk. Danielle bragged about the deal she'd
closed today, and how instrumental Terri's tits and ass had been in making
the sale. Then she asked Carrie about Steven, Terri's ex-husband (and the
young redhead's present husband, by virtue of having stolen him from Terri.)
Carrie had gone on and on about how wonderful life was with Steven, taking
care to explicitly describe their sex life, and making sure to thank
Danielle over and over for having "introduced" her to Steven. All the
while, Terri had sobbed miserably, her tears falling on the thighs of
whichever woman she was serving at the moment, as her tormentors recounted
the times they'd come into Terri and Steven's home, and fucked him in his
***** while she was made to watch.

"Well..Steven's a great guy. It's terrific to see that he finally got
himself a real woman," Danielle had said. This was met by a little snort of
disgust from under the table, which Danielle had immediately pounced on.
"Is there a problem down there, Terri." She spoke very distinctly, leaning
under the table and cruelly twisting the slave's nipple.

"YEOWWWWW! No, ma'am."

"That's good to hear. Carrie just made love to her husband, and she's been
gracious enough to come over here and allow you to lick his cum out of her.
I'd hope you'd be grateful."

"Y-yes, ma'am."

"All the same, I think this needs to be punished."

Finally they had come up with a task for Terri. She'd been made to dress up
in one of her sluttiest outfits, a black leather mini plus a red tube top
which barely contained her fake 36-DDD boobs. Then she'd been painted up
with rouge and bright red lipstick. No eye makeup--the blonde was still
prone to launching into crying jags in the middle of whatever humiliating
treatment she was being subject to. "You need to stop pretending you don't
like being a whore," Danielle had taunted her cruelly on several occasions.

After dressing her, the two women had driven to the east end of town, a very
shabby neighborhood which was well known for *****, prostitution and other
assorted crime. Here, Terri had been pushed out of the car, and told to
"not come back until you earn $600!" She'd been frightened beyond belief.
Danielle had pimped Terri before--in fact, she had made quite a racket out
of it, and the buxom blonde typically spent four nights a week fucking and
sucking the clientele which her boss sent her to. But up until now, she'd
been used as a call-girl, and not as a streetwalker.

She'd reluctantly solicited three men for blowjobs--the men were all so
scuzzy that Terri hadn't had the stomach to offer anything else. Then,
finally, a decent looking guy had come along. Terri had named her price of
$300.

"What do I get for $300?" the guy had asked.

Terri had named off every sex act she could think of, and before she knew it
the man, a plainclothes police officer, had had her in handcuffs. She had
been arrested for solicitation.

Looking up, she saw that the boys were all being shooed away by the two
policemen, with the exception of one, who was being escorted over to the
police car. As Terri watched, the kid emptied his pockets onto the hood of
the car, then was patted down in a search which produced a switchblade knife
and a small, clear pouch filled with some form of ****. Terri listened as
the policeman explained to the young man what his rights were, just as he
had done for Terri herself a short eternity ago, ignoring Terri's desperate,
slutty offers to "settle this some other way".

The door opened. "Go on, you know the way, Juan," one of the officers
directed the young man into the back of the squad car. Terri
surreptitiously scooted her ass to the far side of the car.

"Yo, puerco, at least you got me some companionship this time. It's almost
worth it--"

"Shut up and get in, Juan," the officer ordered, grabbing the top of Juan's
head and shoving him into the car. He landed right in Terri's lap, and
stayed there until she scooted away. Then, Juan stared at the blonde's
impressive cleavage while making obscene gestures with his tongue.

"Yo, man, I take back everything I said about you puercos! I need to get
arrested by you guys more often!!!" the young man patted Terri's thigh.

"HEY!" Terri yelled. "He's....touching me! Get him away from me!"

"A whore that doesn't want to be touched," the police officer remarked.
"That's a new one."

"Actually," said the second officer, "they make a cute couple, dontcha
think?"

"Yeah," his partner scowled, "and they'll probably both be out of jail and
back on the streets in time for her to give him a 1 a.m. special."

"I am NOT A WHORE!!!!" Terri protested again.

Along the way to the station, the cops stopped for donuts, leaving a
terrified Terri in the police cruiser with Juan, who immediately began
fondling her tits.

"STOP IT!!!" Terri pushed his hands away, but he was very persistent.

"Hey, I'm just trying to be friendly, no?" Despite Terri's best efforts to
resist, Juan managed to pop one of her huge breasts out of her tupe top,
taking Terri's hand at the same time and guiding it down to his stiffening
cock. She pulled away, turning her body toward the door of the cruiser and
away from Juan.

"Hey, what the fuck? You gonna get me all excited then turn away? FUCK
NO!" Juan grabbed Terri by the shoulders and tried to turn her back around.

"I'm....I didn't do anything to get you excited! I just want you to LEAVE
ME ALONE!!"

The gang member groped at Terri's bosom again; this time she turned around
and slapped him full across the face. Juan looked stunned for a second,
then with surprising speed punched the blonde in the stomach.

"You're gonna be sorry you hit me, bitch!" Juan stated defiantly, still a
bit humilated at having been slapped, as Terri gagged and gasped for breath.
He pulled his pants down, freeing his stiff rod from its confinement.
"See how excited you got me? Come here..." Juan grabbed a handful of
Terri's blonde hair and dragged her down toward his hard cock. She turned
her head away, and he pulled her head around by her hair and slapped her.

Terri knew that she could probably hold her own in a fight with this guy.
But she knew that if the cops came back out to the car and found the two of
them fighting, there'd be more reports, more charges....more trouble. Not
only that...but Danielle would undoubtedly find out about the fight, and the
circumstances leading up to it. Danielle, with her mandate that Terri was
absolutely, under no circumstances, permitted to refuse sexual favors to
anyone, ever...

As Terri parted her lips and let this stranger slip his prick into her
mouth, she bitterly acknowledged that Danielle had succeeded in tormenting
and ****** her in yet another way. Beaten, she closed her eyes and let Juan
fuck her mouth. She tried to lift her head up several times to see if the
cops were coming back, or to speak--they'd be back any minute! but Juan
wouldn't allow it.

"Keep going till you get me off, bitch!" Juan insisted. Terri knew that she
would be in even deeper trouble if the cops came back and found her giving
head to her fellow prisoner. So she stopped resisting and let him furiously
fuck her mouth, adding as much tongue action as possible and moaning loudly
through her mouthful of man-meat. By the time his seed spewed into her
mouth and down her throat, she was, ashamedly, rather wet. But, having
gotten his rocks off, Juan was already pulling up his pants disinterestedly
and moving away from Terri.

The two policemen returned at that point, and Terri embarrassedly fumbled to
get her tube top back on as they climbed in, but they were too devoted to
their first love--donuts--to pay any attention to the massive display of
tit-flesh in the back seat.

-------------------------------

"In here," the female officer ordered, opening the door of the holding cell.
About a dozen other women were in the cell, mostly prostitutes.
Reluctantly, Terri entered. Choosing a bench along the wall, she sat down.

"Hey, that's my seat," a voice growled. It belonged to a tall brunette
amazon, who appeared to be half black, half hispanic. She also appeared to
be "in charge" of the cell, as everyone pointedly looked the other way.

"Sorry," Terri mumbled. Getting up, she moved to the far corner of the cell
and sat down on another bench.

"That's my seat too," the amazon warned. Terri stood against the wall
instead. "That's my wall," she was inevitably told. "And it doesn't need
your silicone ass to hold it up."

"Well, then where am I supposed--"

Terri was cut off abruptly, as the amazon crossed the distance with
surprising speed, delivering a resounding SMACK across the blonde's face.
Then she picked Terri up by the neck with one hand and slammed her into the
wall.

"YOU are not 'supposed' to do ANYTHING unless I TELL you to! This is MY
home! Do people come into YOUR home and do as they please?"

Terri thought about her current living arrangement with Danielle, and
couldn't help herself. She laughed, a bitter ironic laugh.

"MY HOUSE...MY RULES!!!!" Amazon bellowed, releasing Terri, who fell to the
floor and collapsed. "HEY!!!!! You're STILL in my SEAT!!!! April, get her
up." The girl to whom she spoke now, April, was a skinny, plain-faced
brunette who'd been standing on the other end of the cell the whole time,
and was a 17-year old runaway turned streetwalker. Like Amazon, she was
clad in blue County Jail coveralls, and had obviously been here for awhile.
Judging by the way she now hurried to obey, crouching down and huddling next
to Terri, she had obviously been shown who was in charge in this jail cell,
just as the cell's newest occupant was now being shown.

"Get up. Hey. Come on. Up." In a whisper, she added, "You have to." So
with April's help, Terri shakily got up, clinging to the younger girl for
support.

"GET your hands off her," Amazon demanded now. "First you help yourself to
my seat, now you think you can help yourself to my BITCH?" Clumsily,
feeling very dizzy all of a sudden, Terri let go of April. She stood
momentarily, then felt the floor begin to spin and grabbed the other girl
again on her way down, succeeding in dumping the two of them onto the hard
stone floor.

"What the FUCK are you doing to my BITCH??"

"S-s-sorry...." Terri stammered.

"SORRY my ASS!!! You had better apologize NOW!"

Terri mumbled an apology to April.

"What kind of weak ass apology is THAT?" Amazon thundered incredulously. To
April, "Are you going to accept that weak ass apology?" April, already
dutifully unbuttoning her prison coveralls, shook her head NO. Terri was
still on her hands and knees when the teen runaway shed her outfit. As
April lay on her back and spread her legs for Terri, she gasped as her back
made contact with the very cold floor.

Terri knelt before April and slowly lowered her head into the younger girl's
crotch, pulling her panties to the side and gingerly licking her clit.
April rolled her head from side to side and moaned as the blonde bimbo's
tongue quickly found its mark. Up and down April's slit Terri licked,
sending electric shivers through the little convict's petite body. At the
corner of her senses, Terri also felt her own skirt being lifted, followed
by the amazon's probing fingers in her ass. Determined to block her
tormenter out, she continued eating April out, as she'd done for dozens of
other women throughout the tenure of her ownership by Danielle.

April concentrated on the sensations being caused by Terri's tongue. She
knew what was in store for the newcomer, and desperately wanted the blonde's
tongue to get her off before it began. By alternately shifting her ass
around and pulling Terri by the hair to guide her, April was able to direct
her cuntlicker to all the right spots and was rewarded by a delicious
orgasm.

Then Amazon shifted her position slightly behind Terri. Knowing what was
next, April grabbed Terri's blonde head and ****** the girl's head into her
crotch, ********** Terri's screams as the amazon sank her entire fist into
the slut's ass...

"A Day At The Beach"
--------------------

"Are you guys having a good time?" Danielle inquired, looking up from her
book.

The two guys grinned. "Yes..." the first guy, Daniel from Accounting,
sighed. Of course, this wasn't the first of Danielle's "events" which
Daniel had attended.

"Yeah...it was a great idea to have a company beach party..." agreed his pal
from the sales department. All the while, neither man took his eyes off of
the volleyball game which was in progress just a few feet away.

The sight was almost comical. On one team, there were ten players. On the
other side of the net stood Terri, the company slut, alone.

As they watched, Terri desperately raced to save a ball which had gone at
least ten feet over her head. As she ran, one of her gargantuan silicone
boobs popped out of her bikini for the tenth time. She dove for the ball,
but missed it entirely.

In embarrassment, the blonde stuffed her breast back into the too-small
bikini top, although she knew that it was no use. With her breast
enhancement, Terri was a 36-triple D. The string bikini top she was
wearing, was one of Danielle's old ones--a 34-B. (Before the company party,
Terri had begged Danielle for the "privilege" of wearing the swimsuit.)

The young office slut realized that her fate was inevitable. Danielle had
made the rules for the volleyball game quite clear. The first team to 15
points would be the winner. The loser would have to service the winners
(Danielle had strongly emphasized the plural here, as Terri had stood there
falling out of her swimsuit, fake bimbo smile painted on her face as usual).
There were no "out of bounds" lines on Terri's side of the net. In other
words, the postgame agenda would consist of Terri being used and ****** by
ten men. And they were well on the way to this goal...the men led by a 7-1
score.

FOOF!!!! Terri's wallowing in self-pity was abruptly interrupted by the
volleyball smacking into her face...another point against Terri.

"Ummmm...sorry...." The apology came from the guy who had hit the ball to
her. Mark, she believed his name was. A new guy at the company, who
obviously hadn't yet been taught that Terri the company whore existed solely
for the pleasure of others, and that there was no need to meekly apologize
for humiliating the hell out of her. Even now, as Terri watched bitterly,
several of Mark's more seasoned co-workers were pointing these facts to him.

As she bent over to retrieve the ball (taking care to bend at the waist,
always at the waist, in accordance with Danielle's "rules") her boob again
popped out of her top. Without bothering to put it back in, she scooped up
the ball and sent it back over the net....where it struck Mark on the head.

Mark didn't even notice--he was busy staring at Terri's chest. This was
unbelievable! he thought to himself. At my last company, some guy got fired
just for looking at a female secretary for too long...but...this is
UNREAL!!!!

On the other side of the net, Terri was thinking to herself as well.
Getting set for the next volley, she deliberately didn't tuck her breast
back into her bikini. And when the ball came over the net, she hit it back
in Mark's direction. Again, she caught him in the middle of a daydream and
the ball ricocheted harmlessly off his shoulder.

Terri's turn to serve...still she left herself exposed. She surveyed the
other team, searching for an opponent who was busy drooling over her tit
meat instead of concentrating on the game. This wasn't hard to find, as
practically the entire guys' team couldn't tear their eyes off Terri's
triple D chest. And the young blonde slut took advantage, easily scoring a
point.

Terri scored five consecutive points, and was even foolishly beginning to
hope that she might manage to avoid a ********, before Danielle realized
what was going on. She stood.

"Terri...come here," she demanded sternly.

Trembling, Terri walked over to Danielle, who swept her gaze over the blonde
pet's chest.

"Terri, Terri, Terri. There's just no depth to which you won't sink, is
there? Look at how you'll use your body to get what you want. No different
from a two-bit whore."

Terri kept silent.

"I, personally, don't think it's fair. Showing off those beauties just to
distract the other team." Danielle was practically bubbling with mirth.
This was a very bad sign for Terri. "I don't think it's very fair...do
you?"

Terri honestly didn't think it was any less fair than ten against one. But
she simply shook her head.

Danielle was grinning wickedly. "Well...then we need to do something to
even up the odds, don't we?? We wouldn't want Terri to have an unfair
advantage, now would we?" In Daniellespeak, this translated to Terri as "we
need to do something to make this astronomically unfair and hopeless for our
dumb blonde bimbo, don't we?" and "We wouldn't want Terri to have even a
slim chance of avoiding being ****** and humiliated, would we?"

Then Danielle told Terri what was expected of her. Resigned to her fate,
eyes downcast, boobs hanging out of her bikini top (Danielle had graciously
pulled the other one out), Terri picked up the ball with one hand.

Per Danielle's instructions, she slipped her other hand beneath the fabric
of her swimsuit and began playing with her cunt.

Terri's serve bounced harmlessly into the net. With it, a golden
opportunity was wasted, as all ten of her opponents were focused upon the
scantily clad, bare breasted blonde frigging herself.

"Faster," Danielle whispered from behind her. Terri methodically finger
fucked herself as all the players watched.

Finally one of the guys managed to put his tongue back in his mouth long
enough to serve the volleyball. Terri tried to backpedal to meet the ball,
but it was just too awkward, given what she was doing with her other hand.
She stumbled, managing only to deflect the ball backward, thus giving up a
point.

"Faster....harder!" Danielle insisted from somewhere behind her. The
hapless blonde increased her tempo accordingly. The other team had
collected the ball and now served it to Terri, who flailed desperately at
it. She missed badly....

"Make yourself cum..." Her boss' instructions left no margin for doubt.
And Terri knew from past experience that Danielle would accept no
imitations. She began rubbing her clit in a circular motion with her thumb,
while two fingers slid in and out of her cunt. Eager to follow Danielle's
instructions, she concentrated on blocking out everything and everyone
around her. Furiously she fingered herself. The volleyball game was
completely forgotten as the men watched the blonde masturbating.

It was difficult to get aroused in the midst of such a degrading,
humiliating situation, but Terri had become an expert at doing just that.
Her fingers were able to find and stimulate just the right spots.
"Mmmmmmmm..." the blonde sighed as she fell to her knees. "Ohhhhhhhhh..."
She threw her head back as she peaked. "OhhhhhhhhGAWWWWWWD....
OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH... MMMMMMFF!" Terri was abruptly cut off in mid-scream by a
7" cock being jammed into her open mouth. Then she felt hands all over her
body....on her breasts, on her legs, fingering her pussy. The strong hands
picked her up and laid her down on the sand... then the long procession of
hard cocks began taking turns with her mouth, pussy and ass... tears of
shame pouring down her face as she orgasmed again and again.

"Is your presentation ready this time, Terri?" Danielle asked. The young
brunette executive was seated at the conference room table along with
Jeanie, Daniel, Carrie, Scott, Angela and numerous other company employees.


"Y-yes...your....your....s-spokes-slut is r-ready, ma'am...." Terri
stammered uncomfortably. Danielle congratulated herself again on her
clever invention of the term "spokes-slut".

"Good. I just wanted to be sure that you didn't come here unprepared,
and waste our time like you did yesterday." Danielle emphasized that last
word, not wanting her blonde toy to forget.

It had been a simple assignment, really, Danielle thought to herself.
Analyze one of the company's key resources, and identify ways in which it
could be utilized more efficiently. The kind of assignment which would
normally be handled easily by an intern, with a few days or so of research.

And, considering that Terri's body was the resource in question....well,
no research should have even been necessary!

The girl had not even bothered to prepare a presentation of any kind.
No visual aids...no props...nothing. Just a simple sentence: "I can b-be
more efficient....b-b-by...b-by...l-letting....more p-people f-f-fuck
me...."

To which everyone present had roared with laughter. "Terri," Danielle
had asked, wiping her eyes, "are you under the impression that everyone
here fucks you because you LET them?" That had set everyone off into more
gales of laughter. "They fuck you because *I* let them!" The blonde had
burst into tears and stared at her shoes. "Now....I can see you didn't put
any time or energy into this assignment. I'm going to explain to you again
what I expect."

And so Danielle had carefully explained it again to the hapless blonde,
as Scott had reamed her unlubricated asshole in the middle of the
conference table. (Scott's wife Angela had added to Terri's suffering by
whipping her back with a belt.)

Terri had then repeated the objectives back to her boss--between
incoherent screams and shrieks of agony. Carrie had volunteered for next
dibs on the ****** blonde's ass, this time with a strap-on dildo. It
wouldn't have been so bad, except that Danielle had first covered the dildo
with Ben-Gay. Terri had felt like her asshole was on fire.

Now, the blonde beauty stood alone at the front of the conference room,
all eyes upon her. Only the podium partially concealed her. Because of
her failure yesterday, her privilege of making the presentation in clothes
had been revoked. She now was clad only in a pink demi bra (about three
sizes too small for her 36-DDD melons), a matching pink thong and a pair of
black 6" pumps.

Danielle nodded. "Begin, Terri...."

"Ummmm...." Terri tried to begin.

Her boss held up a hand. "Hold up a minute, Terri." Getting up, she
walked over to her slave and moved the podium out of the way. After all,
it just wouldn't do to have the presentation's main prop hidden! "Now. Do
go on."

"Ummmm...." was all the red-faced, humiliated blonde could say.

"Dear, would it help if we made you get undressed the rest of the way?"

That got Terri going a little. "A-as....as, um....as the
c-company...the company....s-s-slut....umm....." She took a deep breath,
knowing that the only way to get through this was....well, to get through
it. "As the c-company slut...I....s-sh-should....." She was breaking down.
"I n-need to.... as.... as....." Now she broke down completely, bursting
into giant sobs. "Ohhhhh PLEEEEEEEASE.... Danielle.... PLEASE!!!!!!!!"

Unabated, the wicked brunette ordered, "Continue, Terri. Or have you
again forgotten the presentation fundamentals we talked about yesterday?"
Again, Terri's cruel rival emphasized the word "yesterday".

Collecting herself a little bit--just tell yourself it's a normal
presentation, and you're talking about improving some inanimate piece of
machinery--Terri continued. "M-my JOB...is to service...the men...and
women..."

Danielle interrupted. "I have a question for our spokes-slut."

"Y-yes, Danielle....ma'am....?"

"First of all, take off your top."

Terri silently pleaded. She looked at everyone seated in the conference
room, searching for mercy. She found none. So she slowly reached behind
her back with trembling hands to undo the clasps of her bra. Her eyes met
Danielle's, imploring the wicked brunette to put a stop to this.

"Oh Christ, Terri....it's not like all of us haven't seen everything
you've got, hundreds of separate times. DO IT!" she demanded.

Terri's hands fumbled some more, then the lacy bra finally fell to the
floor. All eyes were now on the blonde's huge, bare tits.

"Play with them, Terri. Pick them up and lift them to your mouth....now
lick your nipples....tease them with your tongue...."

Terri obeyed, hefting her ample jugs up as her tongue darted out to
flick at her nipples.

"Now, where were we?" Danielle was getting wet from watching the other
woman's ***********. "Oh...yes. My question. Terri, how many men can you
take on at once?"

Not looking up from her tit licking, Terri answered, "S-s-six."

"Elaborate."

"One in my mouth....one b-b-between my tits..."

Danielle put her hand up, interrupting again. This time to demand that
Terri use the proper adjectives to describe her body.

Focusing on the telephone on the conference table, Terri began again.
"I can take one....i-in my slut mouth...."

"'One' what?" Danielle demanded.

"One c-cock in my slut mouth...."

"I can't hear you," persisted Danielle. "And *look* at your audience,
Terri."

"One in my...ummmm.... one cock in my s-slut mouth.... one between
my.... my big firm fake b-boobs.... one i-in my wet... pussy..." Terri
paused and tried to hold back the sobs. "One... getting j-j-jerked
off.... in e-each h-h-hand..." Terri closed her eyes, as she came to the
part which always humiliated her most. "A-and...one in t-this wh-wh-whores
a-ass."

Danielle was loving it. She got up and stood next to the sobbing,
humiliated blonde. "Yes, you're quite efficient with multiple partners."
There was a murmur of general agreement from around the table. "But let's
concentrate on ways to improve." Pausing, she continued. "Those of you
with cups, glasses or paperwork on the table, please remove them now. We
will need lots of room for the visual aids" Danielle emphasized these two
words, practically hissing them at the blonde, "during this next part of
the presentation." Terri, who had quieted down considerably, broke into
fresh sobs until Danielle reached over and slapped her.

Terri was directed to the conference room table. Hesitantly she climbed
onto the table, "assuming the position" on her hands and knees.

Going to her briefcase, Danielle removed two dildos. Presenting them to
the blonde slut, she ordered, "put them in."

Terri obediently pulled the material of her thong aside, slipping one
dildo into her cunt and the other into her ass. Danielle then brought out
two more dildos.

"Put these in as well."

Terri looked shocked. "H-how?"

"Put them in right next to the others. DO IT."

Terri knew that pleading was useless. So she took one of the dildos and
began working it into her cunt, alongside the one which was already buried
to the hilt inside her. She winced as her cunt stretched to accommodate
the second toy. Terri managed to take it in without too much excruciating
pain, but she saw where this was headed. As Danielle gestured toward the
other dildo, Terri again begged for mercy...and got none.

"Put it in, Terri."

Terri tried, but the other toy was too tight a fit in her ass. She
sighed with relief... even Danielle, after all, couldn't make her do the
impossible! Terri looked at her boss for further instructions.

"What are you looking at me for?" Danielle asked haughtily. "Get that
toy in your ass."

"But...but...Danielle, there's no way it will f-"

Danielle whispered, "Would you like to have it done for you?"

"Ma'am...please it WON'T FIT!!! There's no way..."

Danielle ignored the pleading slut, and appealed to Carrie instead.
"Would you care to assist me?"

"Mmmmmm LOVE to..." the redhead responded, taking the dildo from Terri's
hand. Danielle, meanwhile, shoved the secretary down onto the table and
roughly extracted the other dildo from Terri's ass.

"Now...together..." Danielle indicated to Carrie. They placed the tips
of the toys at the entrance to Terri's ass, both applying pressure at the
same time until the tip of each dildo was penetrating the office girl.
"Good.... now, don't let up, or it will pop out..." Terri's muscles were
************* tightening, trying to expel these twin invaders. "Now...
with me... push...."

"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" Terri shrieked as each fake cock sank into her
ass, past the tips, and buried a good three inches deep... "OHHHHHHHHH
ohhhhhhhh please GET THEM OUT PLEASE..." The blonde was thrashing about on
the conference table, trying to dislodge the toys despite the punishment
which she knew would occur if she did so. Her face was bathed with sweat.

"OK, dear," Danielle ignored Terri's pleas and addressed Carrie instead.
"Now... get both hands on it..." She showed the pretty redhead how to
firmly grasp the dildo... "So, how's your husband?" As she asked the
question, Danielle eyed Terri, taking delight in her shame and hurt.

"He's doing great. We're *very* happy together!"

"I'm not surprised, with a nice cock like Steven has..." Danielle mused.

"Yeah," sighed Carrie. "He fucked me with it for FOUR HOURS straight
last night!" Their entire conversation, of course, was for Terri's benefit
as they taunted her about the husband they'd taken away from her.

"My goodness. Amazing what kind of effect a *real woman* can have on a
guy!" Danielle turned her attention back to the matter at hand. "Now, we
take turns. You push yours in..."

"AAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHH!!!!!" Terri moaned as the toy buried itself deep in
her bowels.

"Good. Now...my turn to push... you bring yours out...but not all the
way out!!!" As Carrie's dildo eased out of Terri's ass, Danielle pushed
hers in. "Someone hold her hands please..." Deliriously, the secretary's
hands were reaching back, trying to grab the toys and pull them out as she
shrieked incoherently. "Now, you again... that's it..."

In synchronization, the girls took turns burying their dildos in Terri's
ass.

"Mmmmm VERY nice..." Carrie sighed.

"Just like the pistons in an automobile engine..." Danielle agreed.
"But now, that this slut's ass is loosened up... it's time to go all the
way!" She brought her dildo out to match Carrie's...about three inches deep
in Terri's ass. "On 'three'....ONE...."

"Danielle...PLEASE..." Terri whimpered. "Can't take it... it'll tear
me apart..."

"TWO..."

"OhgodPLEASE... Danielle I'm sorry for everything I've EVER done to
you... PLEASE I'LL DO ANYTHING PLEASE DON'T...."

Danielle paused. It had been a while since the slut had acknowledged
all the wrong she'd ever done to Danielle. Which was, after all, the
entire reason why the young executive had made it her mission to destroy
Terri's life.

She shrugged. "THREE!!!!" Carrie and Danielle both pushed with all
their might.

"OH GOD AAAAAAAAAGGGGHHHHHHH...." Terri thrashed helplessly as several
of the men held her firmly in place. "OH PLEASE UHHHHH OUT PLEASE GET THEM
OUT....."

"Hold her legs," Danielle ordered a few more of the men.

She gestured to Terri. Face-down on the conference room table, the girl
was bathed in sweat. "As you can see," Danielle grasped the twin dildos
which protruded obscenely from the blonde's ass, "it's possible to maximize
the efficiency of our slut. However, most of you men are probably a bit
squeamish about putting your cocks into a hole next to another cock..."
Terri actually appeared relieved. "But, it's still fun to see what our
slut is capable of..."

Danielle pulled the fake cocks out of Terri, one by one, and set them in
front of the office girl. As her hands were released, she didn't even need
to be told to take them in her mouth and begin cleaning them off.

She did, however, need to be reminded to make eye contact with her
audience as she did so. Danielle made a mental note to schedule more of
these events for Terri, to help the girl with her presentation skills....

Danielle hurried toward the conference room, her heart beating excitedly.
The CEO's of several prominent local corporations were already present. If
this merger went through, she'd be rich enough to retire!

The young executive was running a little behind, because she had just
finished getting serviced by Terri in the company restroom. The blonde had
licked her off exceptionally well this morning, Danielle pondered. No
doubt the little slut was hoping that when the merger went through,
Danielle would have so much wealth and glory that she wouldn't even need to
bother with tormenting and exploiting her blonde slave anymore.

Which was fine with Danielle--oh, yes! the wicked brunette thought
contentedly. She loved it when the little whore had hope, as Danielle
found it so much fun to rip Terri's hope away, time after time. Actually,
Danielle had been extremely busy lately, sometimes even too busy to *******
Terri. There were, of course, the holidays, and all the shopping...plus
the business, which had been booming since Danielle's promotion. Plus,
Danielle had been extremely tired lately. Sometimes she'd wake up in the
morning, and feel like she hadn't even slept. Days like these, she wished
she could just stay in bed and have the hapless blonde slut wait on her
hand and foot (and cunt, and ass...)

But, Danielle reminded herself, if this meeting went as planned, she'd
be rich beyond her wildest dreams. An hour and a half of hard selling, and
she'd have an entire lifetime to continue her vendetta of ******* and
*********** of Terri.

Speaking of whom, Danielle noticed, Terri was already scurrying mousily
around the conference room, setting up visual aids. After bringing her
boss off with her talented tongue, the buxom secretary had been sent to
finish the conference setup, while Danielle laid contentedly sprawled out
on the washroom sink.

Entering the conference room, Danielle was appalled to see that many of
the visual aids were still not set up. DAMN that bitch! She was dragging
ass on purpose, the executive cursed. Terri was moving very timidly around
the gathered executives. Oh, come on, slut, Danielle wanted to scream,
you've FUCKED just about everyone in this room, why the fuck are you shy
now?

Instead, Danielle grabbed her assistant's shoulder. "You're going to
pay for this, you bitch. Did you at LEAST get the slide projector in place
and loaded?"

Fearfully, Terri nodded that she had, glancing up to the projector
booth. "S-s-sorry, ma'am...here, I'll..." The blonde grabbed a stack of
charts, but Danielle pulled her away by the arm. This resulted in Terri
dropping the charts all over the floor.

Danielle's voice was a deadly whisper, a whisper that promised intense
pain and extreme *********** and torment for later. "Get out of here, you
clumsy bitch. Go wait in my office. I believe you know what to do when
you get there."

"Y-yes I--"

"GO."

As Terri hurried to get out of her boss' sight, Danielle addressed the
gathered executives with an apologetic smile. "Sorry, ladies and
gentlemen. Some minor holdups. We'll be ready to begin here in just a few
moments..." Inwardly, however, she was furious with Terri. The dumb blonde
couldn't even follow the simplest instructions! With a conscious effort,
Danielle set to push her blonde slut secretary out of her mind. She'd deal
with the little whore later. For now, she had a deal to close, and a
fortune to make, so she set about collecting the dropped charts and putting
everything in order.

Show time. Danielle gathered herself and stepped to the podium.
Momentarily, she suddenly recalled the time she'd made Terri stand behind
this podium in her lacy underwear, in front of the company staff, giving a
presentation on how she, the company slut, could be used more
effectively.... The brunette exec savored the thought for a moment, using
it to relax herself. People with a fear of speaking are often advised to
stop and picture everyone in their audience in their underwear; for
Danielle, what worked best was to picture her hapless slut assistant in her
underwear, being ****** and humiliated. With this, she began. -----------
In Danielle's office, Terri stripped nude, then retrieved the "second
place" ribbon and affixed it to her pierced nipple. ----------- "Our
companies have been doing business for the past four years. Now," Danielle
looked over her audience, "it's time to take our business relationship to
another level..." ----------- The blonde slid the "Bobby" dildo into her
mouth to lubricate it, then eased it into her ass.... -----------
"...we've prepared a presentation which will demonstrate where we are
now...and where we will be within a year after the merger..." -----------
Terri hurriedly made a few calls and completed a few tasks. -----------
Danielle grabbed the remote control and clicked the power button. In the
control booth, the slide projector powered up and displayed a graphic with
a series of charts. "As you can see here, we started out with a customer
base of less than ten percent--" she clicked the remote "--but within six
months--"

Almost collectively, everyone gathered at the conference table gasped.
"--a dramatic increase! This continued, as you can see..." Danielle
glanced up at the screen....

----------- With all of her chores complete, Terri turned up the volume
on the speakerphone, which currently was on a two-way connection to the
conference room. Then she assumed her place under Danielle's desk,
frigging herself with the dildo while she listened. -----------

....and at first, her brain did not register what she saw there.
"...into the next quarter when...when...continued into the next....next..."
Now it registered. On the screen was a slide of a woman who was
unmistakably Danielle. The shocking part wasn't that she was completely
naked...the shocking part was the fact that she was in some kind of bar,
being fucked by a donkey.

Danielle gasped in utter disbelief. She'd never done such a thing! she
thought confusedly. Someone must have altered a picture--TERRI....the
LITTLE BITCH... She clicked the "off" button on the slide remote. It
didn't work.

"Um...um....this all continued into the next quarter...." She tried
other buttons, growing more and more desperate. Finally she succeeded in
advancing the projector from that awful doctored slide...only to have
another take its place. Now Danielle in the picture was smiling directly
into the camera, as the huge ****** mounted her from behind. (click)
Another picture, Danielle this time surrounded by men, or more
specifically, by hard cocks...

"No...wait a minute...um...we have some....um...technical problems..."
Clicking the remote in desperation, only to bring up another picture, this
one nearly the same, except that the girl in the picture had finished off
all of the men, the evidence of which was dripping down her face and all
over her naked body, as she lay there with a stoned, vacant expression on
her face.

Fighting to control her embarrassment, rage and sense of overall panic,
Danielle ****** herself to think. Of course! she thought. The control
panel on the podium! Quickly she knelt down and opened the control box.
INPUT, she saw, and a toggle switch between SLIDE PROJ. and VIDEO. She
flipped it, and the awful image on the screen went away, replaced by a blue
screen, blank except for the word VIDEO in large, friendly green letters.

Slowly she rose to look at the attendees of her meeting, who were
sitting in stunned silence. "Um--" Danielle cleared her throat. "L-ladies
and gentlemen, it looks like someone has played a...a very bad joke on me,
and...and tried to sabotage our meeting." Looks of understanding were now
dawning on a few faces. Good...this is good, Danielle, she thought. "I
have to excuse myself for a moment. Please remain seated...and I'll be
right back." After I throw my assistant out the window, she thought to
herself as she left the podium in a ********* rage.

She only got three steps before she was stopped in her tracks by the
sound of her own voice.

"Oh yes, EAT ME you little slut! I always knew you were a little closet
lesbian, like me, YES!!! I know you want it, dive right in and eat me!!!
OHHHHHHH YES EAT ME!!!!!!" The blue screen had been replaced with a
homemade video movie, which had been made by Danielle and Carrie. Danielle
had finally gotten Carrie to give in to her "secret desires", as she called
them, and the girls had spent the whole night together. The brunette had
videotaped the whole thing....and now it was being played for the CEOs of
every one of her prospective business partners.

"Oh..." a gasp from the female CFO of the biggest insurance firm in
North America. "Disgusting," agreed the chairman of the city's leading
financial institution. Everyone else was silent. Danielle's hands moved,
incoherently gesturing, standing there in her $800 business suit. Her
mouth moved, but no words would come out. Her counterpart on the big video
screen, on the other hand, was having no such difficulty. She was
explaining to her redheaded lover, in explicit detail, exactly what she
planned to do with the large silver vibrator she was now alternately
rubbing on her nipples and slipping into her mouth. Carrie moaned her
contentment as she lapped away at her friend's pussy.

"Well." One of the CEO's spoke with a tone of finality. Danielle didn't
even see which one it was. Nor did she care, as she stood in the middle of
the room, red-faced with rage, embarrassment and hysteria. With great
effort, she brought her shaking fists to her sides and hurried from the
room, as the Danielle on the screen queried her lesbian lover, would she
like a tongue or a vibrator on her swollen dyke slut clit first?

"TERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!" she
shrieked as she ran toward her office to find the bitch.

----------------- From her place under Danielle's desk, Terri had heard
everything. Through it all, she'd been furiously pumping the dildo in and
out of her ass, while at the same time servicing her soaking wet cunt with
three fingers. When it had all started to fall apart for Danielle, the
submissive blonde had felt the pulsing from deep within her pussy, and when
Danielle had screamed her name in rage (heard both on the speakerphone and
down the hallway), Terri had cum more violently than she ever had in her
entire life. -----------------

Danielle stormed into her office. "WHERE ARE YOU, BITCH???" she
bellowed? Silence answered her.

Of course...the little blonde cunt had fled the building. Oh, well,
Danielle thought grimly, she'll be a fugitive from the law by tonight
anyway.

"I'll fix you, you little bitch," Danielle remarked to the empty air.
Then she sat down at her desk and retrieved her rolodex, looking for the
name of a police officer she knew. It was then that she got another shock.

The rolodex was empty.

Well, not entirely empty. A stack of bundled cards with a post-it note
was the only thing in there with any writing, wedged between the unused XYZ
cards. Shaking, Danielle read it.

"Your Christmas cards are all sent out, so you won't need the rolodex
anymore! I used the trick you taught me last year! (Danielle's ***** ran
cold, as she recalled the photos of Terri in humiliating, depraved
situations, which she had sent to the blonde's entire family last year) I
thought you might like a few extra copies so here they are! Isn't it GREAT
to be second place again, sweetums? Love, Terri"

"No...." Danielle whispered, now as white as a ghost. Tearing at the
bundle of cards....cringing in utter horror as she looked at them...

Card #1, addressed to Danielle's parents: Another picture of Danielle
with the donkey. The caption, in neat calligraphy: "This gives 'getting
some ass' a whole new meaning! Love, your ******** Danielle."

Card #2, addressed to the CEO of one of Danielle's would-be business
partners: A picture of Danielle getting her cunt eaten out by Carrie. The
caption: "Too bad you can't get me off like this, you senile old bastard!
Looking forward to taking more of your company's money in the new year! By
the way, I really enjoyed embezzling that $21,000 from you in the Mercedes
deal! Best regards, your favorite sales lady, Danielle..."
Card #3, to Danielle's sister: Danielle having doggystyle sex with a
teenaged boy. The caption: "Meet my new man. In two years, he'll even be

old enough to vote! Love, sis."

"No. NO!!!!!" the wicked brunette repeated. She'd never seen the boy
before...nor the donkey... "No...these are fake...th--" A memory suddenly
popped into Danielle's mind. Last week, finishing up dinner, as her blonde
bimbo servant scurried about, cleaning up the table...Terri stealing a
suspicious number of furtive glances as Danielle drank her glass of wine...

And Danielle, try as she might, UNABLE TO REMEMBER ANYTHING between then
and the next morning...assuming at the time that she'd just been extra
tired. Now, realizing the truth...

"You ******* me," the executive whispered, not without awe.

Then came Danielle's biggest surprise of all, as she felt her skirt
being hiked up, her panties pulled down...and her slave's tongue finding
its mark on her clit, as it had so many times in the past year and a half.

This time was different, though. This time, the blonde was pouring
everything she had into this lesbian tongue fucking she was giving her
boss.

As Terri deftly assaulted her mistress' clit, Danielle lost all of her
remaining motor skills, slumping back in her chair and shivering
uncontrollably.

Then the blonde shoved Danielle's chair away from her. The young
executive's eyes opened wide, and she gasped at the sudden loss of the
wonderful sensation Terri's tongue had been giving her. Then Terri pulled
the dildo from her own ass and stuffed it in Danielle's gaping mouth.
Danielle gagged and tried to fight her off, but her assistant fought
relentlessly; at one point, Danielle's chair toppled over backwards onto
the floor, and the evil brunette's head spun momentarily as her slave
fought to keep the dildo firmly buried in her mouth.

My god, she means to ***** me to death, Danielle thought desperately.
But then came Terri's words:

"Suck it clean, you bitch..."

A wide-eyed Danielle shook her head NO. Terri buried the awful-tasting
toy even further in Danielle's mouth, the tip was brushing against the back
of her throat and bringing her dangerously close to gagging. "MMMM HMMMMM"
Danielle moaned frantically.

Terri let the dildo out an inch or two. Her tormenter gratefully began
sucking it clean.

"Does my ass taste good, bitch?" Terri taunted her.

Danielle merely nodded her head. Once this slut got off of her, she'd
pick up the phone, call the police, and young Terri would spend the best
years of her life being used as a lezzie sex toy in a women's prison
upstate. As she slurped away at the foul dildo, Danielle reflected that
Terri would probably be tasting worse--MUCH worse--on a daily basis for the
rest of her life.

Then her attacker suddenly got off of her. Danielle saw why, as she
spit the dildo out and leaned over, repeatedly expectorating in a futile
attempt to rid her mouth of the awful taste. Scott, Angela and several of
Terri's key tormentors of the past year and a half had showed up on the
scene. They were all standing in the middle of Danielle's office, not
quite sure what to make of the scene before them. Terri was standing by
herself, completely naked except for a "Second Place" ribbon pinned to her
nipple, warily eyeing them and Danielle.

Summoning herself, Danielle spat at the newcomers. "What are you
waiting for. Grab her and take her into the storage room. We're going to
have some fun with her before we send her to jail."

Scott moved toward Terri, who raised a hand, calling attention to her
extra long, sharp nails. "Come near me and I'll claw your eyes out,
bastard."

Scott stopped in his tracks, seeing the intensity in Terri's burning
stare. He'd dominated and owned Terri hundreds of times in the past...but
that was a Terri who had been submissive, and had been instructed to do
anything and everything she was told. This Terri was obviously one that
Danielle had completely lost control of. A Terri who spent four days a
week at the health club, not only serving as eye-candy and a fuck-toy, but
also keeping her body well-toned, lean, and in outstanding physical shape.
A Terri that Scott was not sure he wanted to mess with any longer.

Danielle had now composed herself. "Terri...you're coming with me," she
intoned, barely keeping her rage in check. "First you're going to
apologize to everyone in that meeting, then you're coming home to apologize
to ME. Then I'll decide whether or not to have you thrown in jail for the
rest of your natural life."

Terri didn't move.

"NOW, slut. Or I'll call the cops, I swear I will..."

The blonde still stood her ground proudly, defiantly. More so than she
had ever been for the past year and a half.

"Do I need to remind you," Danielle growled, "that all those illegal
accounts are in YOUR name, and YOUR name only? But....oh, fuck that...the
*****, Terri? I've had enough stashed in your car to put you away for 20
years. Oh, I know, you THINK you found it all and threw it down the sewer.
By the way, you're going to be turning a lot of tricks to reimburse me for
THAT. ********** laundering... prostitution. All those offshore bank
accounts. All tracing back to YOU. Did you think I was bluffing when I
told you I would ruin you if you fucked with me?" Terri was now laughing
softly. This enraged Danielle. "IS THIS---DO YOU FIND THIS FUNNY? YOU
LITTLE BIMBO WHORE???? DO YOU THINK THAT I WON'T CALL THE COPS AND HAVE
YOUR LIFE RUINED???? I CAN MAKE UP ANY STORY I WANT TO! I'M A RESPECTED
PROFESSIONAL IN THIS CITY. YOU'RE THE COMPANY FUCKING WHORE!! WHO ARE
THEY GOING TO BELIEVE? I TRASHED YOUR SHITTY MARRIAGE AND I OWN YOUR
LIFE!!!! YOU THINK THIS IS FUNNY???? I'M GOING TO CALL THEM, BITCH!!!!!"

Terri by now was openly giggling. "You can call them, if you want to,
Danielle..."

"MA'AM!!!! YOU WERE...YOU WERE TOLD TO ALWAYS CALL ME MA'AM YOU
SNIVELING LITTLE SLUT!!!!"

"Danielle, Danielle...Danielle..." the blonde practically sang...just to
make the point.

"I'LL CALL THEM...DON'T THINK THAT I WON'T!!!" Fumbling, she picked up
the phone and began dialing. "Hello?" she said confusedly as she realized
she wasn't getting the familiar tone indicating that she had gotten an
outside line.

"....but to get a line out, you have to take it off 'speakerphone'..."
Terri finished helpfully. "Unless..." the blonde was in tears, having not
laughed this hard in over a year. "...unless you...you want everybody in
your precious meeting to overhear you...."

The evil brunette executive stared at the telephone's LCD display, and
realized that her assistant was right. Their whole exchange had been
shared with the executives still gathered in the conference room.

Danielle blushed furiously, then went pale. Her hands were shaking so
badly that she had to stab half a dozen times with her finger to press the
"disconnect" button on the phone. Surprisingly, she asked "How could
you....?". Terri didn't dignify this with an answer. All the while, Scott
and his entourage stood there watching the soap opera unfold.

"Danielle...MA'AM...weren't you going to make a CALL???" Terri's voice
was 100% pure dumb blonde bimbo. "Your hands are shaking. Would you like
ME to dial for you?" she beamed.

"I'll do it, bitch," Danielle quavered, "and you will be sorry. Oh,
they're going to have so much fun with you in prison, Terri..." Stubbornly,
Danielle ignored the fact that she'd just confessed to the blackmail and
extortion of Terri, with several witnesses.

"Promise me we'll take long, hot soapy showers together, honey," the
blonde chirped happily. "Since you'll be right there with me after they
see these pictures of YOU...." Terri pulled an envelope out of Danielle's
bookcase and tossed it on her desk. Pictures from the envelope cascaded
all over the desk...pictures of Danielle in sexual positions with a young
man.

"He's not a day over sixteen, in case you were wondering," Terri
commented helpfully. "Quite illegal in this state...." Danielle's face was
now absolutely green. What else had she done while she was *******?

"You ******* me, you fucking whore," Danielle cursed. "It'll never
stand up. You'll go to jail for ****ging me too!"

"Oh...I don't think so. But, if you think so, dial the phone,
Danielle." Terri was speaking in a whisper at this point.

"I'll get a good lawyer. He'll exonerate me and then together we'll
lock you up and throw away the key. I'll even let him fuck you just for
fun," Danielle threatened...but in reality she was scared badly by the way
things were going.

"Lawyers cost money, sweetums! And you have none!"

"What are--I have enough money to...."

"Oh," Terri exclaimed. "I forgot to tell you. Since all those accounts
were in my name, I cashed them all in!"

"You." Danielle was now on overload. "You. You. BITCH!!!!!!!" she
shrieked, charging at Terri. The blonde sidestepped and grabbed a handful
of Danielle's hair, bringing the woman around in a half circle and causing
her to whack her knee on her desk with a resounding thud. She wasn't
fazed. "**** ******* YOU!!!!!!" she exclaimed and shoved Terri backward
into the wall. Terri bounced right back and jumped on her tormentor,
clawing at her face and neck with her long, sharp red nails (which Danielle
had made mandatory for Terri... a policy which she was now regretting).
Terri was now going for Danielle's eyes...angrily, the brunette grabbed
Terri's wrist and bit it as hard as she could. This disengaged Terri from
making ground beef out of Danielle's face for the moment. Another shove
and Terri was was knocked on her bare ass, with Danielle following her
down.

Terri began clawing at Danielle again, succeeding in ripping the woman's
business blazer halfway off of her. The brunette stopped fighting, and
looked down at her semi-exposed breasts, snug in their white lace bra,
peeking out of her ruined business suit.

"You bitch," she spat. "This was four hundred dollars!"

"Don't worry," Terri panted. "You won't need it for your next job,"
punctuating this with a vicious slap across the executive's face.

"UGGGGGHHHHHH!" Danielle shouted, and grabbed Terri's "second place"
ribbon and pulled as hard as she could. The blonde's obscenely huge breast
stretched nearly a foot before the safety pin ripped through her pierced
nipple and free. This also sent Danielle careening backwards into her
desk.

Terri howled as ***** poured from her injured nipple. No time to *****,
she thought, and jumped right back on her opponent. The two women
viciously continued scratching, clawing, biting and punching at each other.
Scott and his entourage stood frozen in their positions, seemingly waiting
to see who was going to emerge on top.

And it didn't take long to resolve the issue. Terri had been working
out for four days a week for the past 18 months, a condition of her *****
by Danielle, to keep her body perfect for her use as a sex toy and call
girl. Danielle had taken to lying around eating bon-bon's while her blonde
slave waited on her. Now she was paying for it, and was powerless to
retaliate as Terri retrieved a pair of handcuffs from Danielle's drawer and
cuffed her to the chair.

Terri caught her breath, then addressed her ex-tormentor.

"I have evidence of everything.
********************************, Danielle." The blonde ripped a
piece off of Danielle's suit and held it to her ******** nipple. "If I
send them to the police, you'll be going away for a long time."

"What....what do you want?" Danielle croaked. She could hardly bring
herself to say the words.

Terri produced a small stack of papers. "These are your shares in this
company. Sign them over to me."

"No...." Danielle protested. "No...OOOOOOOOOOF!!!!" Terri punched her
adversary squarely in the gut.

"Sign them NOW. Or I will ruin you."

"You won't...."

Terri picked up the phone and dialed. "Yes...I'd like to make a
complaint....uh-huh.... yes.... um... blackmail.... ****... ****
trafficking...yes, I can...." Terri paused as she heard an unfamiliar
sound. It took a few seconds for her to identify it as Danielle sobbing, as
she reached for a pen and began signing the paperwork. Satisfied, Terri
hung up the phone.

"You'll never get away with this," Danielle hissed.
"Scott...Angela...help me..."

Terri held her hand up. "They don't work for you anymore, bitch..." She
indicated the paperwork. "*I* now own the majority of the shares of this
company." As she set about bandaging her nipple, Danielle switched gears
into her saleslady mode.

"This....this is absurd!" The brunette appealed to her followers.
"This...she ****** me to sign...I d-did it under duress! It won't hold up
in court..." But they were now looking at Danielle as if she were someone
whom they no longer wanted anything to do with. "PLEASE LISTEN! Get me
out of here..." she rattled the handcuffs, "and we'll shred these papers
up...then we'll shred Terri up--" the thought of feeding this blonde wench
through the paper shredder, tits first, was a gratifying one
"--we'll...it'll be like before! I PROMISE YOU!!! SCOTT!!! GRAB THIS
BITCH AND TIE HER UP...I SWEAR TO YOU I CAN FIX THIS!!!! DO AS I SAY OR
YOU'RE FIRED!"

"You have zero authority anymore, Danielle," Terri explained. "You're
just a second-place bimbo. Besides...do you think they would really want
to help someone who was planning to sell them out?"

Danielle turned white as a ghost.

"What do you mean?" Angela asked suspiciously.

"Tell them, sweetums!" Terri prodded Danielle, who was shaking her head
and looked as if she was about to be sick. When no coherent answer was
forthcoming, Terri gave one herself. "Our dear little Danielle here was
planning to sell off the company....and put you all on the street...."

"Please..." Danielle whispered.

"Is it true?" Angela asked with disbelief.

"She's LYING!" Danielle insisted. "Angela...are you going to take the
word of the company whore????"

"Oh...don't take MY word for it," Terri offered, handing Angela a packet
of papers. On top was a single airline ticket out of the country (Danielle
had explained to a petrified Terri that she would be riding in the baggage
compartment, crammed into a wooden box.) "Read for yourself..."

Danielle was ashen. "Please, Terri...."

Angela read briefly, then her eyes narrowed and burned into Danielle.
"You little fucking CUNT. I've devoted YEARS to this company." She passed
the incriminating documents on to her husband and her friends, who also
looked at them in shock and anger.

Terri spoke up. "You were nothing more than a stepping stone for Miss
Executive here. You...Scott...all of you."

"Well, NO MORE! Bitch..." Angela took a very menacing step toward
Danielle, who cowered in her chair.

"A-Angela...listen..."

The furious woman kept advancing on her former manager, until Terri
raised her hand. "Hold off for just a minute."

Angela wheeled on the company slut. "Don't tell me what to do. Who the
fuck do you think YOU are?"

"Your boss," the nude blonde said matter-of-factly. Angela realized it
was true.

"Well...then I quit." Scott and the others murmured their agreement.

"Oh, no need for that. You were all fired anyway, the minute those
shares were signed over," Terri assured them. "But...how would you each
like a *nice* separation bonus? Like, $200,000 each?"

That got their full attention.

"Yeah, right. She's trying to trick you," Danielle chattered,
desperately trying to gain back any favor from her former employees.

Angela nodded her skepticism. "Yeah...what's the catch? Why would
you....well...let us off after....after..."

"After you used me as a fuck-toy and raped and tormented me?" Terri
finished the other woman's thought without a trace of anger in her voice.
Angela nodded, as her face actually reflected a tiny bit of shame.
"Well...I need your help, in dealing with the flat-chested wonder, here."
Terri slapped the back of the glowering Danielle's head.

"But...Terri...."

The blonde shook her head impatiently, as she gathered up her clothes
and began dressing. "Are you interested or not?"

Angela, Scott and the rest of the guys shared a glance at each other,
and at the incriminating paperwork which Danielle had planned to fuck them
over with. One by one, they nodded.

"Good," Terri acknowledged. "I just need you guys to keep Ms. Danielle
busy here for a little while." There was no question as to what the sexy
blonde meant by "busy", as she retrieved Danielle's panties. Wadding them
up, she stuffed them in Danielle's mouth--"Don't you dare spit them out,
bitch," she warned with a harsh slap--then secured Danielle's mouth shut
with a strip of tape. Finally, she undid the handcuffs and used them to
cuff Danielle's hands behind her back. Then Terri leaned down and
whispered something to her ex-tormenter. The brunette's eyes widened and
she began emphatically protesting through her makeshift gag.

"You're with me," Terri ordered Angela. "Grab that box over there." On
her way out, she nodded to Scott, Daniel and the rest of the men, who
quickly undressed and descended upon the helpless Danielle.

Danielle thrashed frantically as each man took his turn with her. Her
desperate screams came out only as muffled moans...Terri had gagged her
well.

Danielle was helpless.

Danielle was powerless.

Worst of all, Danielle was unable to warn the men that Terri had been
replacing her birth control pills with fertility ***** for the past three
months...

---------------

Trembling, with Angela at her side, Terri knocked at the door. She
almost hoped nobody was home. But then she heard the sound of approaching
footsteps from inside the house, and she took a deep breath as the door
opened.

It was Steven. "What do you want? You're not supposed to be here and
you know it."

"Steven, I need to tell you--" Terri began.

Then the door opened a little more, as Steven was joined by his wife
Carrie. The redhead snaked her arm around her husband. "Who is it,
honey?" Then she saw. "YOU. GET THE FUCK OUT OF OUR LIVES! THERE'S A
RESTRAINING ORDER AGAINST YOU, YOU PSYCHOTIC BITCH!" She pulled at Steven.
"Honey, let's go call the police."

Terri ignored her. "Steven...I have to tell you something. It won't
take long."

"There's nothing to be said. Now please leave before we call the
police." Steven's voice was cold...as if he had never known her. As if
they had never made love on the beach in Hawaii until sunrise... Steven
turned to walk away, with Carrie practically dragging him.

"Wait," Angela spoke up from beside Terri. "Um...Steven, I think you
might want to listen to what she has to say."

The redhead was now looking worried. "What...what is this? What's
going on?" She tugged at her husband. "Steven...you don't...we...we don't
have to listen to this! Come on..."

But Steven was listening now. Showtime, Terri thought to herself.

"Steven...you remember Danielle, don't you?"

------- Epilogue 1: Pathways -------

Danielle left town shortly after Turnabout Day. Two weeks later, she
rejected her breakfast. Eight and a half months after that, she gave birth
to four ************** by three different men.

Oddly enough, Angela and Terri developed a sort of friendship after
Turnabout Day. It began right after Terri had explained everything to
Steven, over the increasingly frantic protests of Carrie. When Steven had
stood there, looking back and forth between his ex-wife and his current
wife, not knowing what to believe, Angela had piped in and acknowledged
that, yes, everything Terri had said was true. Carrie had lunged for
Angela, who summarily knocked the redhead on her ass. "I never liked that
bitch much anyway," she'd confided as the unusual pair had walked away from
the house, and from the intense shouting match going on there.

Steven threw Carrie out of the house and got a quick annulment. Carrie
lives by herself and spends most of her time either scheming to get "her"
man back, or plotting her revenge. So far, she hasn't quite been able to
decide who should be the target--Terri, for wrecking her marriage, or
Danielle, for allowing Terri to get the upper hand.

Over the ensuing several days, Terri and Steven had numerous heart to
heart talks. o In the end, they mutually decided to move on, separately,
with their lives. They also mutually agreed that no matter what, Terri
should keep the breasts. The two also enjoyed a going-away tryst which is
another hot, raunchy, cum-dripping story in itself.

-------- Epilogue 2 Terri

Terri sat at her desk, looking over the deals she'd closed. A new
Terri, a new job, on a new coast....same results. The last contract, which
she'd closed just ten minutes ago, had been an especially tough one. The
client had been undecided between Terri's firm and another rival company.
But the best part was Michelle. Michelle was someone who'd quickly become
a fierce rival of Terri's. The two of them had battled for days over this
contract...and Terri had come out on top.

You've still got it, she congratulated herself.

Terri had a number of things to do. The contracts had to go over to
Legal... not to mention the manpower requirements, which H.R. needed to
know about immediately. But, first things first. Turning to her computer,
the blonde opened a new e-mail memo.

Dear Michelle:

Burress Corp. is now mine. Did you really think that dress with the

slit up the side would make any difference? If that's the best you've

got, then my tenure in this town is going to be long and prosperous!

But anyway, congrats on being second pl

Terri frowned and stopped typing. Then, she began tapping her
[backspace] key. Eventually, she held it down till she'd obliterated all
but the salutation. This done, she began typing again, very thoughtfully.

I got Burress. You gave me a good fight all the way...thanks! A bit

of real competition keeps a gal on her toes.

Listen...I have a number of prospects whom we're not calling on at this

point in time. They're smaller companies who are out of our market, but

at least some of them might be within yours. I'll be happy to refer
them

to you.

Let's discuss over dinner. Winner buys!

Terri

A new town...a new start. Maybe even a new friend....or more, Terri
thought. That dress with the slit up the side had indeed been noticed...
and not just by the executives at Burress Corp.

With a conscious effort, she pushed back the Michelle fantasies which
were running rampant through her head. Then, she turned back to her files.

"Fuck it," she said aloud after reading through one page. "This'll wait
till tomorrow." The office was completely quiet. Everyone else had gone
home, Terri realized.

It had been a long day. For now, Terri needed a nice, easy workout at
the health club. From her bottom drawer, she retrieved her workout attire
and began to strip. After her ordeal as Danielle's office slut, the blonde
saleslady had no inhibitions against changing clothes in her office. There
were even some mornings when Terri came to work and felt the urge to get
under her desk instead of behind it....

Today would be an easy workout, Terri told herself as she changed.
Twenty minutes on the stairmaster, then abs, topping off with a nice
leisurely swim. Followed by a quiet, relaxing evening....

---------------------

The janitor held his breath as the new senior sales partner began
stripping off her clothes. Taking care to ensure that she couldn't see
him, he unzipped his fly as her lovely breasts came into view. The new
saleslady was a dead ringer for an actress in a porno movie which he had at
home, and which he'd stroked off to hundreds of times.

As Terri bared her ass, the janitor gasped so loudly that he feared the
girl must have heard him. On her left asscheek was a large tattoo of a
heart, with the name "Danielle" written in it. The star of the porno movie
had the SAME TATTOO...

My god, it's really her, he thought fleetingly as he shot his load all
over the filing cabinet he was concealed behind.

As Terri dressed in her workout garb, the janitor adjusted his fly and
crept away, smugly contemplating this new information he'd come across, and
how he could use it to his advantage. He wondered just what the woman
would be willing to do to keep her secret from being exposed..

Pour notre anniversaire de mariage...




Pour nos dix huit ans de mariage, nous étions au cinéma, ma femme Laure et moi. Le film n'était vraiment pas terrible et je commençais à peine à y prendre un peu d'intérêt, quand elle a penché sa tête vers moi, pour me dire:

— Miche, j'ai envie de faire pipi.

J'ai dit:

— Tu ne peux pas attendre la fin du film?
— Non, c'est urgent!


— Bon, vas y.
— Non, accompagne moi, j'ai peur d'y aller toute seule!

Nous avons alors dérangé les spectateurs de notre travée, puis nous avons pris le long couloir qui menait aux toilettes. En passant, j'ai pensé que ma femme avait eu raison de me demander de l'accompagner. Vraiment, le chemin qui y menait était réellement long et pas très bien éclairé.

Ma chérie a vite disparu dans la partie réservée aux femmes. J'ai commencé à l'attendre patiemment puis, j'ai soudain eu la même envie de me soulager. A mon tour, j'ai poussé la porte coté homme et je me suis dirigé vers les urinoirs. Il y avait déjà quelqu'un. J'ai hésité un bref instant, puis je me suis installé à côté de lui, j'ai reconnu le vigile de l'entrée du cinéma. Je me suis senti tout de suite mal à l'aise, car j'ai vite eu le sentiment qu'il me matait pendant que je me soulageais.

Alors, machinalement, j'ai tourné la tête vers lui et alors là, j'ai eu le plus gros choc de ma vie! En effet, il regardait effrontément ma verge, tout en se branlant, mais surtout: le morceau qu'il secouait dans sa main était énorme! Une bite de cheval! Un petit cri c'est échappé de ma gorge.
J'ai dit:

— Ce n'est pas possible!
— Elle est belle, hein! Me dit-il.
— Monstrueuse!

Sa main allait et venait sur la tige, tendue maintenant vers moi.

— Branle moi! Me dit-il.
— Ça ne va pas? Dis-je. Je ne suis pas homo!

Cependant, je restais les yeux fixés sur l'énorme engin. A ma grande honte, je me rendis compte qu'à *** tour, ma bite s'était durcie.


J'ai alors fait un pas en arrière, avec pourtant les yeux toujours rivés à l'incroyable colonne de chair. J'ai alors rangé avec difficulté mon engin durci et, tout en reculant, je suis sorti des toilettes. J'ai retrouvé Laure, qui venait juste de sortir dans le couloir. Je devais avoir une drôle de mine car, tout de suite, elle a demandé:

— Qu'est-ce qui t'arrive?
— Rien!
— Tu as l'air bouleversé.

Alors je lui ai raconté l'histoire. J'ai dit, en montrant de mes mains:

— Une bite comme ça!
— Ce n'est pas possible!
— Si, je te jure! Énorme!
— J'aurais bien aimé voir ça!

Vous savez, quand on a assisté à un événement incroyable, il arrive un moment où l'on a envie de le partager avec quelqu'un... Et là, tout soudain, j'ai désiré faire profiter ma femme de l'énorme vision.

Je l'ai tirée par la main en lui disant:

— Y a qu'à y aller voir!
— Tu es fou! C'est dangereux!
— Tu ne risques rien! C'est le vigile du cinoche « K2 » (une masse d'un mètre quatre vingt dix!)

J'ai poussé la porte des toilettes pour hommes, suivi de Laure. Le vigile était toujours devant les urinoirs et, visiblement, il se tripotait encore. Il nous tournait toujours le dos. Sans doute imaginait-il que quelqu'un, comme moi tout à l'heure, allait se mettre à côté de lui pour uriner.

Nous ne savions quelle attitude adopter: nous restions là, plantés, ne sachant pas quoi faire. J'ai toussoté alors, comme pour l'avertir. Ma manoeuvre réussit car il a jeté un oeil par dessus *** épaule. Il a eu l'air surpris.

— Ah c'est toi!

Puis, remarquant Laure:

— Tu as ramené du renfort?
— Elle ne voulait pas me croire, dis-je en indiquant, d'un mouvement de tête, *** bas-ventre.
— Approchez-vous, nous dit-il.

Je m'avançais, en tirant presque Laure, maintenant très réticente, me sembla-t-il.
Il la contempla avec attention et ajouta:

— Elle est drôlement mignonne ta femme!

Puis il ajouta, de manière triviale:

— Elle aime ça, les grosses bites?

Je ne sais pas pourquoi, mais sans doute par bravade, j'ai répondu:

— Elle adore ça! Et aimerait voir la tienne...

Laure m'a alors retourné un regard étonné et outré. J'ai eu un peu honte de ma répartie.
Nous étions presque à deux pas de lui quand il se retourna, exhibant *** engin.

— Elle en a déjà eu de belles comme ça?

J'ai senti la main de Laure tressauter dans la mienne. Ses yeux se ***t exorbités! Elle a eu la même expression que moi tout à l'heure, elle a dit:

— Ce n'est pas possible!

Il branlait nonchalamment *** sexe, maintenant de plus en plus gros et d'une rigidité de plus en plus marquée.

— Tu en as déjà vu une grosse comme ça, ma belle? dit-il, en l'astiquant de plus belle.

J'ai jeté un coup d'oeil vers ma chouquette: elle avait le souffle court, le regard fixe et vitreux, rivé sur le bel engin. Inconsciemment peut-être, ses lèvres s'étaient entrouvertes, comme mues par un désir de succion.
Il avançait maintenant *** bassin vers elle, se branlant d'une main et caressant de l'autre ses couilles, qu'il avait prestement extirpées de *** slip. Deux grosses boules pleines, à la mesure du reste. Moi aussi j'avais maintenant une érection pas possible et surtout, je regardais, fasciné, le visage troublé de Laure, tourné vers la verge offerte à sa vue.

Inconsciemment, *** corps s'était tendu vers l'objet chéri de ces dames et c'était elle, à ce moment, qui me devançait. Le type semblait s'en être aperçu, car il avait avancé *** bassin et sa queue s'était dirigée directement vers elle. Je devinais qu'il allait se passer quelque chose, je l'espérais même. J'avais envie de lui dire: "Prends la en main, chouquette."

Il a du le sentir lui aussi car soudain, il a dit, s'adressant à Laure.

— Branle moi! Belle cochonne, je sais que t'en meurt d'envie!

Laure, a alors tourné *** visage vers moi, en un regard interrogatif, qui semblait dire: "Tu crois que je peux le toucher?"
J'ai dit, en accompagnant mes paroles d'un geste la poussant vers l'avant:

— Prends la en main, chouquette, j'accepte ton désir!

Bon sang, qu'est-ce qui m'arrivait? Qu'est-ce qui me poussait ainsi à désirer voir ma femme caresser la bite d'un autre homme? A cette seule idée, mon sexe avait pris une vigueur incroyable! Comme au ralenti, j'ai alors vu la main de ma chouquette s'avancer vers la tige de chair tendue. Mon coeur s'est mis à battre très fort quand ses doigts se ***t repliés dessus.

Elle a étreint la grosse queue, d'abord avec hésitation. Le type a grogné de contentement.

— Oh oui, c'est bien, vas-y! Ai-je dit, dans un état second. Super, ma chouquette, branle la bien!
— Qu'elle est grosse et dure! A ajouté Laure, dans un souffle.

Elle s'activait maintenant avec plus de vigueur. Ses deux mains, du coup, couraient sur l'incroyable colonne de chair. J'ai reporté un instant mon attention sur le visage de Laure. J'ai remarqué alors le trouble profond qui l'habitait: sa respiration était devenue haletante, *** regard trouble était rivé sur le magnifique pieu et surtout, ses lèvres, comme entrouvertes, témoignaient de l'envie qu'elle semblait avoir de la sucer, elle est comme envoûtée!

— Oui, vas-y! Continuait à grogner le type. Ah! C'est trop bon! Vas-y!

Excitée par nos encouragements, car moi aussi j'avais ajouté de la voix, elle faisait courir ses doigts à grande vitesse sur l'énorme bite, allant prestement des couilles velues au gland gorgé de sang. Agenouillée maintenant, le visage à la hauteur du gros chibre, la bouche béante, comme prête à l'avaler, elle se déchaînait comme une hystérique sur l'objet de *** excitation.

D'un coup de rein, le vigile a porté *** gland à l'approche des lèvres luisantes de ma chouquette. Pendant même un bref instant, il les a effleurées. Par moments, sans interrompre pour autant ses caresses, elle me regardait, le regard vitreux de plaisir et s'écria:

— Qu'elle est grosse! Qu'elle est bonne!

Régulièrement à présent, l'énorme gland venait à la rencontre de la bouche béante de ma chouquette, visiblement tentée de happer la bite tendue. J'ai extirpé à mon tour mon sexe, dur comme l'acier. Le spectacle de Laure agenouillée, le regard extatique qu'elle portait à l'énorme engin, m'excitait au plus au point. A un moment, elle a tourné *** visage vers moi et, comme si elle avait lu mes pensées, elle me demanda:

— Je peux la sucer?
— Oh oui! Vas-y, ma chérie, pompe-le!
— Oui, suce moi, a renchéri le vigile.

D'ailleurs, d'un ample mouvement du bassin en avant, il avait poussé d'un coup l'énorme bite contre les lèvres humides de Laure. Le coeur battant, j'ai vu alors le gland congestionné entrer dans la bouche gourmande de ma chouquette!

Quelle sensation curieuse et troublante que d'observer ainsi sa femme, l'être le plus cher et le plus intime, agenouillée de la sorte devant un autre homme, pratiquant sur lui ce qu'il est convenu d'appeler une pipe! Quels sentiments étranges et complexes peuvent pousser un mari à offrir de la sorte sa femme à un autre, pour y puiser un intense plaisir! Car je me régalais à l'observer ainsi, la bouche pleine de la colonne de chair!

Plus rien n'existait maintenant pour elle! Sans retenue, elle s'efforçait d'enfoncer le plus possible de la belle queue dans sa gorge. Plus rien ne comptait, semblait-il, pour elle, que ce plaisir qu'elle prenait à s'enfoncer profondément la bite gonflée. Sa bouche, maintenant distendue, s'efforçait d'en avaler le plus possible, dans un bruit de succion de plus en plus ***ore.

Tout en me masturbant frénétiquement, je l'encourageais de la voix.

— Oui, ma chouquette! Régales-toi bien! Manges la toute! Suces la profond! Lèches lui les bourses!
— Quelle pompeuse, renchérit le vigile.

Il avait empoigné ses seins, maintenant, et les tripotait doucement.

Je m'apprêtais à lui caresser les fesses, quand un bruit sourd de porte a claqué.

— Quelqu'un arrive! A dit Laure, en se relevant tout d'un coup, affolée.
— Venez! A dit le vigile, la prenant par la main.

Tenant *** pantalon de l'autre, il nous a poussés vers les WC et a fermé la porte derrière nous. C'était de vastes toilettes, comme on les conçoit actuellement, prévues pour handicapés. Il y avait une barre d'appui le long du mur. Notre homme y a calé ses fesses et, comme naturellement, Laure s'est accroupie à hauteur de sa grosse queue.

Pendant que les bruits de pas se rapprochaient dans le couloir, nous avons tous retenu notre souffle. Quelqu'un est entré aux toilettes pour hommes et nous l'avons entendu uriner longuement. Ça a été comme une courte parenthèse car, dès que nous l'entendîmes sortir, Laure, comme une affamée, s'attaqua à la tige de chair.

Il avait maintenant relevé *** pull de soie et avait mis à l'air ses seins gonflés. Il caressait ses tétons dressés. A mon tour, j'ai éprouvé le besoin de la toucher. J'ai glissé ma main sous sa jupe retroussée, jusqu'à sa chatte brûlante. J'ai passé mes doigts sous le léger tissu de *** string. Sa fente était gluante de mouille. Ma caresse a dû multiplier ses sensations, car visiblement elle se déchaînait à présent comme une folle sur le gros truc tendu.

Moi aussi, je m'enflammai, du coup. Je criai presque:

— Suces le bien, salope, tu aimes, hein, les grosses queues!

Et je la branlais frénétiquement.

— Bouffes lui ses couilles!

Elle m'écouta, elle suça, elle pompa, elle avala les grosses boules velues.
Elle s'interrompait par moment pour me souffler:

— Qu'elle est bonne! Qu'elle est grosse!

J'ai eu tout d'un coup envie de la prendre. Je me suis placé derrière elle et je l'ai prise par les hanches.
J'ai retroussé sa jupe, j'ai fait glisser *** string, puis me suis enfoncé sans résistance dans *** petit minou baveux. Bon sang comme c'était bon! Elle était trempée! Je me déchaînais, je la pilonnais sans ménagement. Ça m'excitait de la voir prise par ses deux bouches.

— Remonte bien sa jupe, que je puisse mater *** cul, a dit notre complice.

Curieuse requête que de solliciter d'un mari l'exhibition du derrière de sa femme! Pourtant, sans hésiter, je la remontais très haut, pour bien découvrir le somptueux postérieur. Complaisamment, Laure, d'ailleurs, se cambrait un peu plus.

— Quel beau cul! S'est exclamé notre ami.

Il s'est penché en avant et a caressé les fesses rebondies. Ses mains malaxaient les globes avec une grande douceur. Moi, de mon coté, de plus en plus enflammé, je m'enfonçai de plus en plus profondément dans la chatte douce et chaude de ma petite femme chérie.

Elle avait maintenant cessé de sucer, tant je la secouais, accrochée simplement à l'énorme pieu de ses deux mains, le visage plaqué contre *** bas-ventre. Elle geignait de plus en plus fortement. A un moment, il s'est penché plus avant et, d'une ample caresse, il a écarté les deux globes de ses fesses pour glisser un doigt fureteur dans le petit trou de ma chouquette. Bon sang! Nous ne nous contrôlions plus. Nous haletions tous les trois comme des *********.

Laure, s'abandonnait sans retenue maintenant à ce doigt qui fouillait sa rondelle, et à mon chibre en feu qui s'enfonçait au plus loin qu'il pouvait. Plus rien ne comptait plus que cette frénésie de plaisir qui nous submergeait!

Qu'elle était bonne à prendre, ma petite femme chérie, tant sa chatte douce et baveuse m'enflammait de sensations merveilleuses! Je m'insérais avec tant de plaisir dans sa chatte coulante de mouille!
Soudain, le vigile s'est redressé, puis a porté la main à sa poche. Il en a extrait un préservatif de taille visiblement XXL, puis l'a enfilé sur sa bite de cheval. Avec autorité, il a ajouté:

— Passes la moi, maintenant.

Et il s'est porté à ma hauteur, la bite dressée, avec l'intention visible de prendre ma place. Docilement alors, je me suis retiré, un peu à contrecœur, de l'endroit tout chaud. Il a pris Laure par les hanches. J'ai eu peur, du coup: n'allait-il pas la déchirer? Comment un engin pareil allait-il pouvoir entrer dans sa petite chatte juteuse? Ca ne semblait pourtant pas être une inquiétude pour ma chouquette. Au contraire, même: il me sembla qu'elle s'était cambrée davantage, pour accueillir plus aisément l'énorme queue! J'ai alors vu avec trouble l'engin écarter les lèvres gonflées du minou de ma cochonne d'épouse. J'ai failli crier!

— Ce n'est pas possible! Tu vas la déchirer!

Mais en même temps, je regardais avec fascination la lente mais certaine progression de la grosse queue dans l'étroit fourreau de ma chérie. Sa chatte gourmande s'offrait sans remord à la pénétration monstrueuse! Elle hurlait sans retenue maintenant.

— Oh oui, c'est bon, trop bon!
— Tu aimes, mon amour?
— Oui!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Je n'aurais jamais cru la chose possible: il la fourrait avec une facilité surprenante!
*** vagin élastique acceptait sans difficulté l'étonnante pénétration. Ses mains crispées sur les hanches voluptueuses de ma chouquette, il s'enfonçait pratiquement tout entier. De mon côté, à voir Laure ainsi baisée, à l'entendre ainsi hurler *** plaisir, je prenais un pied fou. Je me branlais comme un ********.
J'encourageai le vigile de la voix.

-Vas-y, baises la bien! Défonces la! N'hésites pas, vas-y de bon cœur!

Je stimulais Laure aussi, la traitant de petite chienne, « ne réfléchit pas donnes toi à fond! »

— Tu aimes, hein, cochonne! Elle est bonne, sa queue! Tu te régales!
Prise par une queue de 26 cm et 55 mm lui change de ma 18-44!

Je me délectais à observer ainsi l'étonnante colonne de chair coulisser lentement, s'enfonçant d'abord, puis ressurgissant d'entre les lèvres enflées de sa chatte!

Le pubis du vigile, maintenant, claquait régulièrement contre les fesses de ma chouquette adorée.
Les cris allaient crescendo. De multiples orgasmes semblaient secouer Laure. Soudain, l'un d'eux, sans doute terrible, l'a secouée toute entière.

Elle sembla trembler de tout *** corps. Elle poussa un cri d'extase, comme une déchirure de tout *** être. J'ai essayé de glisser ma queue dans sa bouche, mais au contact seul de ses lèvres, j'éjaculais! Lui aussi semblait s'être laissé aller à jouir. Agrippé aux hanches offertes, il s'épanchait maintenant à longs jets dans l'intimité de ma chouquette, heureusement protégée par le préservatif.

Pendant un moment, ils ***t restés comme soudés l'un à l'autre, comme pour prolonger le fort plaisir qui les avait unis. Puis, comme au ralenti, j'ai vu le sexe encore gonflé s'extraire doucement, comme avec regret, du ventre de Laure.

Histoire de conclure cette folle parenthèse Laure c'est remise à genoux sous mes yeux devant « K2 », elle a extirpée le préservatif rempli de 2 bonnes cuillères à soupe de sperme chaud et la vidé sur ses seins en étalant le sérum de l'énorme barre de sa main gauche, comme pour marquer le territoire provisoire de cette masse de muscle de 90 kg!
Puis elle repris l'engin en bouche pour aspirer les derniers centilitres de sperme pri***nier dans la colonne encore tendue, et léchouilla consciencieusement sa totalité, pour nettoyer l'inondation et remercier notre complice d'un soir...

Les choses ont été très rapides, alors. Qu'est-ce qui nous avait pris? ***geais-je, Laure remontait *** string et remettait de l'ordre dans sa tenue, pendant que le sperme déversé sur ses seins s'écoulait jusqu'au petit triangle endolori par les assauts bestiale du vigile.

Je la sentais maintenant honteuse, de *** côté.

Le vigile a essayé de nous retenir encore, nous invitant à passer boire un verre chez lui.

Visiblement, il aurait bien voulu prolonger la rencontre. D'ailleurs, pendant que Laure se rhabillait, ses mains ne cessaient de la peloter, comme pour un dernier contact.
Nous avons refusé.

Aussi, après l'avoir salué, nous nous sommes enfuis, un peu comme des voleurs.

Je n'en ai pas voulu à Laure. Au contraire, même: cette expérience a ravivé notre sexualité. Il me suffit de ***ger à ces moments pour qu'un désir profond s'empare de moi.

Mercredi nous retournons au cinéma, mais cette fois ci sans payer!
Piston? Et quel piston...

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Infertility Assistance


The news was humiliating to me but it was positively devastating to Kaki. My 24-year-old fiancee was convinced she was ready to get pregnant, and the fact that my sperm couldn't do the job, and that her own fertility was also marginal at best, came as a shock. We sat there with the doctor, reeling from the news, our marriage itself in jeopardy, I feared -- as getting pregnant was kind of the whole point, to her. She'd been saving her gorgeous body for our wedding night, and was driving me insane with the hot outfits she would wear, like right now -- her tight little curvy body packed into a cropped shirt, hip huggers, and heels, which I could tell were distracting the doctor from the seriousness of the situation.

She asked him about options. He mentioned artificial insemination, and she shook her head. She couldn't have a baby that way. She considered a moment, and squeezed my hand reassuringly, as she said, "What if we had a donor, and did it more... naturally. Is it possible? What are the chances?"

The doctor responded evenly that if it wasn't with me, then depending on the... uh, donor... she might be able to get pregnant.

"Like, if he had a really high sperm count," she offered.

He nodded. "Well, yes, that would help..."

"Is there anything else... that we'd have to look for?"

He was clearly squirming now. She was serious, looking for answers. She recrossed her long legs, oblivious to the effect this had on him. He blushed as he began: "Well, the way we would do it artificially -- and your best chances in any case -- would be with a fairly, uh, deep insertion, plenty of lubrication, and a high volume of seminal fluid, deposited with a healthy amount of *****." He'd said it as tactfully as possible, but the meaning was clear. I wanted to jump out of my skin with frustration and shame.

Kaki, however, wanted to make sure she had the facts straight: "So if we found a donor, you're saying our best chance would be... if he had a really big cock, and could, um, ejaculate... a lot, with a lot of power."

He nodded slightly. I don't think he'd ever had this exact conversation before.

"And I guess it would help if I was really turned on... for the lubrication."

The doctor was full on blushing now, and glanced my way briefly with what I presumed was sympathy. He met Kaki's huge brown eyes again to say, "Yes, all that would help your chances."

As we left the doctor's office, I half expected her to want to go trolling for such a guy right away, but to my great relief, she focused on the fact that she wanted to go through with the wedding -- and said nothing about actually trying to find a "donor." The only painful moment came when she mentioned that one of her exes, if he hadn't been such a jerk, would have fit the bill.

There was no way I was going to follow up on that, but I didn't need to: "He was huge. And powerful," she said. I really wanted to smash something right now. Not only was I not "huge," but she had barely even seen my average-sized cock in action -- because the most contact she'd had with it to date were a couple of hand jobs while we were making out -- so exciting to me that they were over in seconds, their results not something she paid much attention to, and which I quickly cleaned up.

She seemed to sense my uncomfortableness. "But he was an asshole," she said.

I couldn't help but remember that she'd told me how long they'd been together. Like a masochist, I had to ask:

"So why'd you stay with him six months?"

She glanced over at me. The look in her eyes was heart-breaking. I knew the answer. And there was no way she was going to say it out loud. It was at least in part because of his attributes.

So you can imagine I was in no mood at all for the arrival into town, a couple months later - on the week of our wedding - of an old college housemate who was that same kind of guy. Kyle was arrogant, a jerk to women, but good-looking, well-built, and, to hear him brag about it, well-hung. He'd always been a magnet for the hottest girls on our campus.

I'd lost touch with him, and he lived out of state, so I really didn't expect him to come to the wedding. But to my surprise, he showed up at a party one of my friends threw for us, the weekend before -- looking as cocky and chiseled as ever, with a sexy young nymphet named Ryan on his arm.

I don't think Kaki was even aware how much her sparkling eyes lit up when she took her first look at him. He was across the bar, taking off his sport coat, underneath which a tight t-shirt displayed his bulging and shredded arms and torso to full outrageous effect. I reluctantly introduced them, and as they talked, Kaki seemed to lapse into some sort of primal feminine persona - in the way she stood, moved, giggled, and repeatedly tucked strands of golden hair behind one ear, revealing that much more of her tanned bare neck and shoulder to his masculine gaze.

Within a few moments, we'd moved on to talk to other people, and I'd mostly put him and his hot date out of my mind, but Kaki hadn't. She'd run into Ryan in the ladies room, and came over to tell me that Kyle had said it was a shame we didn't have more time to catch up. So Kaki took the liberty of inviting the two of them over for a ***** after the party. She hoped I didn't mind. They were staying in a hotel and didn't know anyone, and she knew how I loved to show off my gorgeous home. If I wanted, I could even offer them the guest room.

It was the last thing I wanted. I didn't really like Kyle, and I always felt a little less-than, physically, and in terms of masculine confidence, in his presence. Kaki's reaction to him didn't help matters at all. But I didn't want to show any of that in front of her. But my mind didn't go to our fertility issue, which she had dropped in recent days. I was just aware of some level of understandable attraction between them, and it made me uncomfortable. I quietly agreed to the one *****, planning to make it stop at that.

Back at the house, that one ***** turned into two, and although Kaki was snuggled up next to me on the couch, she was completely engaged in conversation with Kyle and Ryan - mostly Kyle. She was also tipsy at this point, and to my surprise, suggested we all take a dip in the hot tub. Wouldn't you know, Kyle and his date had their luggage in the car and had packed swimsuits. So the answer was "yes." Oh, great. Now I would get to see what happened to their obvious mutual attraction when the clothes came off, with his awesome body easy to compare to my average one.

I was in the hot tub first, neck deep, not eager to show off my physique to the group. Ryan was next. She was an exotic brunette, dark-skinned, dark-eyed, with a gorgeous body bursting out of a tiny black bikini. But the real moment of "wow" came a moment later, when Kaki and Kyle emerged from the back of our house. They reached the double doors there at the same time, exchanging pleasantries, and him gesturing for her to go first. She did, and he placed a hand on her back softly, as if she were his date, escorting her toward us -- and letting it rest there a moment longer than I thought protocol allowed. Of course, Kaki didn't protest.

If it were a movie, they would've been walking in slow motion, as I drank in the perfection of both of their bodies. She had put on the most outrageously skimpy two-piece suit she owns, showing off the maximum amount of real estate on her smoking hot, super-tight little body, her long legs stunning atop six-inch wedges, with her voluminous blonde locks piled atop her head fetchingly. If I wasn't mistaken, she'd applied new, sexier lipstick to her wide, full lips, and was basically looking like she was ready for a photo shoot.

As for him, well, the torso bare was a tad bit more impressive than under a t-shirt. The man had the most ripped physique I'd ever seen, with a killer eight-pack, huge pecs and delts, and massive but super-cut arms. He wore loose fitting jams and I tried not to think about the pipe swinging behind them -- but for the first time, the horrible thought of her following through with her "insemination" plan in the very near future landed sickeningly in my consciousness.

We had another ***** in the hot tub, and heard a bit about how Ryan and Kyle had met a couple weeks ago, as she pushed her outrageous body up against his, and he let his hand absently stroke the side of her breast, right there in front of us. She was jet-lagged, as well as worn out from "last night" with him, and thought they should head back to hotel so she could go to bed. But Kaki, without asking me, offered up our guest room. They graciously accepted, and within minutes, Ryan was excusing herself to hit the sack, while her new man opted to have one more ***** with us.

We got out of the hot tub and moved to the living room, everyone still in their swimwear, and Kyle told us stories about his special ****** days, and some of the tricks he learned. My girl was curled up next to me on the sofa, Kyle in the chair opposite us. He stood up. "Come here, " he motioned to me. "Let me show you something."

Warily I rose, and Kyle, who towered over me at 6'5", grabbed my wrist, twisted it behind my back, and suddenly pushed me face first into the carpet. "See, that's a quick takedown," he explained to Kaki, who watched wide-eyed as Kyle pulled a zip-tie out of his overnight bag and looped it around my wrists, which he was holding behind my back. He pulled the cord tight and my wrists were bound together and immovable.

"What the hell are you doing?" I demanded.

"Then, if we really want to keep them in one place, we do the ankles," he explained, pulling my ankles together and zip tying them, as well!

"Take them off Kyle, come on, this isn't funny," I protested.

"Then, if they're doing too much talking, the standard item is a cleave gag..." he grabbed a rolled-up bandanna from his bag and pulled it over my head, and between my lips, pulling it tight and then tying it behind my head. I now couldn't speak, and could barely even make noise.

Kaki stared open-mouthed, in shock, as Kyle moved to sit back down, leaving me lying there on the floor, face down, helpless.

"What are you doing?" she asked. "You need to let him go."

"I will."

She looked at me with concern, but she didn't budge from her place, her legs curled up under her.

"Seriously, Kyle."

"I don't know, I think he looks good like that."

"I don't."

"I don't know why, but I am so full of energy right now."

"Well, maybe you should go join your girlfriend."

"She's not my girlfriend. And she's too worn out from last night, anyway."

"Oh, really. What happened last night?"

"I fucked her like an ****** for hours."

Kaki opened her mouth in momentary shock. "That's quite a mouth you've got."

"It wasn't my mouth. It was my huge cock."

I couldn't believe him! But she just laughed. "Oh, is that right?"

"I guess you could be the judge."

"Oh, you'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"I think you would."

"Keep dreaming, and go untie my fiance."

"I don't know," he said. "It might be good that he's restrained if his bride-to-be is about to see the biggest cock of her life."

"Oh, is that what's about to happen?"

He stood up. I was in shock. He was really going to do this! In one swift motion, he pulled his jams down to his feet.

His cock was totally soft, but its length hanging down was already the size of my proudest erection.

She acted unimpressed. "Look at you. I guess you proved your point."

"It's not hard yet. I might need a little assistance for that."

"Good luck with that."

"You taking your top off would probably help."

She looked up at his face. He was dead serious Then she looked at me. "Can you believe this guy?"