les histoires de chrislebo

To say that Julia was stunning was an understatement.
Ken marveled at her beauty and just how sexy she looked
in the white outfit. He chuckled with the hint that
every woman he seduced or got for his beloved pet would
be dressed in the same attire. It was a quirk that made
Ken feel extremely aroused but at the same time
devious.

Julia stood absolutely still. She stared at the brave
natural and watched as he slowly got to his feet. She
began to whimper before Rex even took a step. Ken was
not going to be any help and he demonstrated that
immediately. "You know what to do. Get down on the
blanket, on your back and open your legs. Rex wants to
taste his sweet little bitch before he fucks her," he
said.

Everything happened fast and furious. Julia was not
sure how she got into the proper position for Rex or
even how she got onto the blanket. But she found
herself lying down with Rex hovering by her feet. She
knew enough to cross her legs in an effort to keep the
dog away from her most vital zone.

Suddenly, Ken's mouth was at the side of her face and
he grabbed a handful of black, curly hair twisting her
head sideways. This took her eyes and concentration off
her lower extremities but not for long. "Now what are
you going to do for me? My Rex wants to taste a woman
in the worst way. He can smell your sweet pussy and now
needs his bitch to open her legs real wide so he can
lick her cunt," he whispered.

Julia was positive she did not open her legs but
suddenly the wet tongue raked her flesh. Her complete
body lunged and jerked as the tongue slowly licked
between her legs. The tongue was wet, the tongue was
hot, and the tongue was so coarse it felt like
sandpaper running across her open crevice. Rex licked
her labia powering them apart with each stroke. The
narrow band of the swimsuit between her legs simply
curled into the wet crack. Rex's tongue caressed her
raw clitoris like nothing before. She was unable to
hold her body still and jumped in reaction to every
lick of the dog's s*******ful tongue.

"Are you going to be Rex's bitch?" Ken asked and gave
her head a vicious shake demanding she reply. How could
her life get any worse, Julia wondered? The most
degrading aspect about the question was the fact she
felt a raging desire to be used by a most magnificent
dog. "Oh no, please Ken, don't make me. Don't make me
do it, please," she whispered in the quietest voice.
"Not with a dog. Not in front of Sean and Troy, please
no," she begged.

She could feel her chest pounding with sheer excitement
and anticipation, and had never felt anything so
dramatic in her life. Swiftly, she closed her legs and
crossed them in an attempt to redeem her soul. She held
her thighs, locked together with all the determination
remaining in her body and knew she was safe as long as
the dog could not taste her.

Vaguely she heard, "Sweetheart! Rex wants his little
bitch to open her legs. He wants to lick your sweet
pussy until you get on your hands and knees. My fucking
lord, when I watched your lady get fucked, it was the
raunchiest scene in the world." Julia returned the
man's, steely gaze for a long moment and Ken deviously
allowed her time to consider her fate.

Ken knew she would comply; she had been like putty in
his hands with no real resistance to his demands. She
would do this too, willingly, he believed. His fingers
were still locked in her hair and he turned her head
tilting it upwards so she could see her invader. Julia
looked at Rex's big, dark eyes that seemed to summon
her with shear natural desire. She felt pity for the
inquisitive, uncertainty in his glare, which pleaded
with her to open her legs. She remained still, not
moving a muscle. "You heard me? Open your legs and let
Rex show you why he is the master of all bitches," Ken
whispered in her ear. "When you feel his large, doggie
cock, you'll be his woman forever and ever... just like
your slut momma," he said with the same arrogant tone
he used with all women.

Suddenly Julia's mind flashed to the photo album. The
white suit, the big dog, the woman, the lady, the
swollen cock all became vivid in her head. Everything
turned serene and tranquil. Her eyes were glazed but
still she saw her legs spread. It was as if a madman
devoured her sense of right and wrong and Julia was
absolutely bewildered at how she could comply with such
immoral demands. An earth-shattering awareness surged
through her loins like a tidal wave, much to Julia's
dismay and she held her legs splayed for her natural
lover.

There was a sudden slurping sound and then a fierce
consciousness ran through her body. It was eerie, a
loud licking noise then a powerful sensation rushing
through her tender being like no other. Julia glanced
at the big head between her legs and saw what
captivated his attention. The long, drooling tongue
made a slow, exacting stroke through the vast wetness
between Julia's thighs. In response, her whole body
jerked wildly with her ass leaving the blanket the
whole time.

Another, and another stroke, each started at her
asshole, raking her puffy labia with ease. The white
bikini was almost transparent and soaked with immense
saliva and juices embedding into the soaked cracks.
Suddenly, Ken's hand was jerking her head and demanding
she do something. Julia read his mind. "Oh gawd Mr.
Pattermister. You can't be serious?" she whispered with a
soft pleading voice.

She knew what to do. Slowly her hand went to her crotch
and shifted the soaked material away from the dog's
tongue. When the coarse tongue hit her delicate
clitoris, Julia thought she was a lucky woman to be on
her back. She was certain her legs would have collapsed
from the overpowering vibrations running through her
deepest regions.

The natural lust captivated everyone in the backyard.
Julia was absolutely positive that she would experience
an orgasm if the dog did not stop licking. She teetered
on the crest of collapse and prayed someone would
prevent her far-reaching fall. Julia sobbed and
desperately wanted to plead for Rex to stop takeing
from the geyser between her legs because she wanted
more. She could not remember such a river of pussy
juice flowing from her insides without an eruption of a
total climax.

Ken anticipated the demise of his sexy prize and
grabbed the collar around Rex's neck. He yanked the big
dog away from the delicious feast but not without a
fight from his shaggy friend. Suddenly Julia's heart
rose to her throat and she wondered if she might faint.
She peered at the big dog being held at bay but it was
the half-sheathed dog cock swaying between his hairy
haunches that made her heart rate soar out of control.
The immoral sight held her total focus even though she
knew it was wrong and that she should look away.

Her eyes never left the swinging meat, which looked
huge, almost too big to consider as a feasible
substitute to a man. The tip was fairly narrow but
blunt, and the shaft was swollen giving the cock a
menacing appearance. It was the darkest red and clear,
slimy liquid was squirting from the odd shaped tip.
Julia began to whimper and it appeared to Ken like she
was a lost young who needed help. Directions were Ken's
forte. "It's time girl! It's time to become Rex's
bitch. Now get on your hands and knees and act like the
slut bitch you are!"

For some unexplained reamister, what Ken said did not
upset Julia like it should have. Julia appeared to be
in a trance. She got up and stepped off the wooden deck
to the soft ground. The cool grass felt pleasant
beneath her bare feet. She was well aware that real
comfort and satisfaction would come after she succumbed
to her captor's demands.

Ken saw the young woman stand like she was in a
dreamlike state. His eyes opened in amazement when she
pushed the bikini bottoms down and stepped out of them.
She turned around and then got down on her hands and
knees. She hung her head low to the ground and acted
like she was waiting, willingly submitting to the
severe treatment. Even as Rex rose up on his hind legs
wanting to attack, Ken held his big dog in check while
watching the wanton girl slowly rotating her hips in an
unmistakable invitation.

Suddenly Ken released his hold on Rex's collar and the
dog bounded towards his timid prey. A sob escaped
Julia's throat when the heavy weight of an natural
mounted her back and long, hairy legs went around her
slim waist. There was a need and a furious demand from
the dog and it was conveyed into his bitch by
primitive, natural lust. He clamped his front legs
tightly around the bitch's waist like a giant vise and
pulled her hips back into his soft belly with a
ferocious pull. It was Julia's last recollection.

The soft fur was against her bare ass and suddenly
something hard was poking into her crotch area. Rex
rammed his steel rod into Julia's crotch with machine
gun speed, luckily for her, missing the vulnerable
target. The beast emitted hot, burning pre-cum from his
cock with every thrust and it scorched Julia's flesh
everywhere it landed.

The sight was spellbinding to the three Pattermisters,
reminiscent of the girl's lady when she met their
beloved pet. The noises from the pair were merely
natural sounds and it was hard to tell whether they were
ones of agony or ecstasy.

"Oh gawd, he's trying to fuck me, he's trying to put
his cock in me. I can feel it burning... burning,"
Julia said and was abruptly cut off by the dog. Her
words were barely out of her mouth when a dog's growl
filled the air. Rex was a master and kept squirting the
secret potion covering the complete crotch of his human
bitch. He noticed how she stood on all fours waiting
faithfully for him to mount her. To Rex, she appeared
no different than the other dogs he fucked.

Rex had screwed many bitches in his time. He marveled
at finally getting this one who he remembered as living
next-door with his prized bitch. He felt his blunt cock
go into the bitch's wetness every once in awhile and
knew he could mount her with one thrust. Rex loved the
sounds coming from his enslaved bitch and he tightened
his legs around her waist to bring louder moans of
obedience.

Julia could feel the intense heat of the clear, slimy
oil and there was so much of it that the inside of her
thighs were coated as well as her exposed crotch. Rex
abruptly shifted his body and the flat tip of his penis
suddenly jammed into Julia's opening with blunt powerd.
She jerked as if to get away and severely arched her
back. Rex clamped his front legs around her flared hips
curling his big paws under her belly and Julia felt
like a primisterer. She had never felt so controlled or
restricted and the aroused dog seemed to know what a
woman wanted.

Rex s*******fully pierced the narrow opening and Julia was
no match for the powerful dog. He felt her body twitch
and hump as if begging him to hurry up but he was far
too experienced to fall to temptation. His hips
vibrated with the fury of a wild beast and he continued
coating the gaping pussy with lubrication until a pool
of it formed on the ground.

Suddenly Ken was near her and Julia glanced in his
direction. "He's finished, he's going to leave me alone
now?" Julia asked as if it were a pleading question.
The stream of hot, sticky cum made her believe the
man's large dog had climaxed and her ordeal was over.
It had been a frightful experience, she thought, but it
certainly wasn't as drastic as she had imagined.

Ken leaned closer and whispered, "No, honey, he is
going to mount you just like he does all his bitches.
His is going to make your precious pussy his very own
and I promise you haven't felt a cock like Rex's. Fuck,
he is going to tie with you just he did with your
lady," he said and it made Julia shiver in fearful
anticipation.

Rex bent his hind legs and lowered his haunches a tiny
bit, pausing for a brief second to give Julia a well-
deserved respite. The big dog somehow kept the very tip
of his penis at the door of her vagina and he could
feel the heat of Julia's cavity. Rex knew it would take
but one powerful drive. Suddenly the beast thrust
forward with the extra power in his hind legs planting
all his enormous cock into the waiting female.

Julia's head came up like she had been knifed with a
sword. She felt heat like nothing before. The dog's
cock was a fiery spear and he inserted it into her
tender cervix with the first shove. Beads of sweat
instantly formed on her body and Julia's temperature
rose to match her mate's. The dog pumped in and out of
Julia so fast her knees barely touched the ground.
Higher and higher her temperature rose and her heart
rate increased in likewise fashion. Her mind was
enraged with a lust known only to naturals.

The young woman was being taken again and by another
natural of the Pattermister family. Suddenly, Rex paused,
staying still on the ground with his powerful haunches
bent in expectation. Thinking her turmoil was almost
finished, Julia allowed herself to relax and welcomed
the reprieve.

There wasn't a bitch in the neighborhood that Rex
hadn't knotted with and he assumed this one was no
different. It was time to show that he was a superior
beast. The whole duration, he kept filling her grotto
with pre-cum in true doggie fashion and eventually it
started leaking from the taut seal at Julia's opening.
Rex was determined to demonstrate to his loyal master
that he had a special s******* of being able to knot with
all his bitches.

Rex thrust upward with all his might. The end of his
pulsating cock sliced through Julia's cervix and into
her womb so easily that it amazed everyone including
the young woman. She suddenly realized that the dog was
not finished but only beginning. The intense heat had
destroyed any chance of her remaining sane and spasms
rocked her entire inner regions. Julia felt such
extreme pressure and strain on her vagina and the heat
from Rex's cock was intense.

The dog pounded away at her delicate pussy wanting
desperately to satisfy his frantic hunger for natural
sex. His hips were a blur moving at such a great rate
of speed it gave the young woman no chance to
counteract the dog's thrusts. Julia's breathing was
merely gasps of air and she uttered grunting sounds
that made the affair seem heavenly erotic to Ken and
his misters.

Julia felt her opening slowly contract and tighten
around the far end of the fattest cock. It was the
strangest feeling. She imagined the dog's immense ball
at the base of his cock and suddenly realized it was
inside her precious womanhood. Rex had waited an
eternity to feel her tighten around the small gap
behind his knot and knew it was time to expand. The
ball swelled to great proportions and the seal was
complete securing Julia on his dog meat. He held his
wonderful bitch as tight as he could with his paws and
his tongue hung out of the corner of his mouth. It was
exhausting but he was prepared for one of the best
rises in history.

Julia's inner regions were filled with the hottest,
most searing liquid imaginable and the thick cock
seemed to scorch her entire vaginal walls unlike any
before Rex. Her back was arched as the powerful mongrel
held Julia in the air like a featherweight puppet. He
didn't pump or thrust anymore, merely held steady while
his thick cock pulsated madly emitting vast quantities
of boiling cum into Julia's womb.

She knew what Rex was doing and her belly quickly
filled with molten lava. How long it took Rex to empty
his large reservoir, Julia could not remember, but when
he was done, he began licking the side of her face. 'Oh
gawd,' she thought, 'he likes me and thinks I am his
girl doggie.' She felt used, dirty, yet... she also
felt happiness for pleasing her master.

Immoral, sinful images flooded Julia's mind and she
realized that her neighbor's dog was actually tied to
her. She had heard of such a thing happening but never
dreamed it in the realm of possibility. Then she
remembered the photo album and what her lady looked
like. Suddenly, a weird, sadistic explosion erupted
inside her epicenter and Julia realized there was a
further journey to travel. She fought what felt like
another building orgasm but really didn't want to hold
back from her phantom lover.

"Oh honey, you are so beautiful, so sexy with the big
fucking dog on your back. You look fucking gorgeous...
as gorgeous as your lady did when Rex fucked her,"
Ken whispered with his face next to Julia's. She wanted
to scream at Ken yet the passion, the desire deep
inside was far too compelling to make her feel remorse.
Julia had never felt so occupied yet so contented as
her hips jerked randomly while her tiny grotto milked
every ounce from the massive cock buried in her womb.
The large cock squirted lava into her and Julia became
the ultimate bitch.

"Fuck, what a picture. Rex has his big stick embedded
in your cunt and you look like a bitch in heat," Ken
said. "Fuck, how many times did you cum on Rex's big
cock, darling?" he asked. Suddenly Ken saw her slender
hips quivering out of control and wondered if it could
be happening again?

Julia could hear Ken and it was embarrassing to know
she actually succumbed to his dog. The fact she could
not stop the spasms and tremors deep within her body
made her question if an orgasm could last forever?
Every time she tried to calm her emotions it seemed the
next spasm was twice as powerful. She fully understood
the dire consequences of going through another dramatic
orgasm but as she attempted to quell the convulsions,
they got more intense.

Rex wanted to clean himself and lick his jewels in
total bliss. His knot was squeezed so hard it almost
made him yelp in agony but somehow he managed to stand
still. Sean, Troy and their dad stared with eyes so
wide and bewildered that none of them said a thing.
Everyone held their breath and waited.

Rex had much more fluid than anyone could imagine and
remained totally focused with keeping his ball enlarged
to keep his cum encased inside Julia. Normally his
bitches cried and whined when he kept them locked on
his enormous cock. Not this one, he realized. This
bitch kept squeezing and milking his cock in a faithful
manner and never tried to free herself from the tight
bond. He marveled at how willingly she submitted to his
debasing offense.

Julia did her best to hide the erotic thrill of having
Rex inside her but she could not control the intense
convulsions, which continued to rock her inner soul.
Afraid to turn her head either direction for fear of
seeing one of the Pattermisters, she could only imagine
what the immoral scene looked like. The reality of
experiencing an orgasm while being fucked by a mere dog
was the most humiliating, yet strangely exhilarating
event in her young life.

'How long were they locked together? Was it seconds or
minutes? Was it like her lady's experience?' But
Julia was far too confused to tell. Every time the
dog's thick cock pulsed or throbbed, her inner being
retaliated by matching his intensity with swift spasms.
A last fleeting vision from Ken's photo album flashed
through her head and Julia pictured herself and her
lady on hands and knees. There was a big, mangy dog
fucking each woman and the vision etched in her memory
was that of being Ken's bitch the same as her lady.

Eventually, the large ball subsided enough for Julia's
pussy to release the swollen cock. All eyes watched
intently as the dwindling cock finally slipped out of
Julia's midsection and a torrent of liquid gushed from
her honey hole. It ran down the insides of her thighs
much to the delight of prying eyes. She couldn't move
and felt frozen to the spot as great relief floated
through her mind like a heavenly cloud through the sky.

Julia's evening was far from complete as now there were
three hard cocks each throbbing with raging desire. She
assumed her reservoir had run dry but Ken was
determined to refill her tank with sinful passion.
There was no deadline for satisfying lustful demands
and Ken knew he wanted to taste Julia's potion again
and again.

THE END

1exp à la peche


Bonjour ! J'ai 45 ans, blond-roux, 1m 85 pour 58 kg. Je travaille à la Poste, et évidemment, j'ai plein de collègues, aussi bien féminins que masculins. Je croyais ne pas avoir de penchants pour les hommes (à par une expérience de « touche-pipi » vers les 14 ans).Donc, nous sommes 20 permisternes à s'escrimer pour que des lettres et des paquets arrivent à destination. Je ne fantasmerai pas sur d'hypothétiques rencontres avec les clientes, (quoique), mais ça ne serait que du fantasme pur. Plus particulièrement, il y a un gars qui fait un peu efféminé (Christian), et j'ai l'impression qu'il me « tourne » autour. En plus je suis un acharné de pèche à la ligne et y passe des week-ends entiers, nuit comprise. Voilà le décor est à peu prêt planté !

En discutant à bâtons rompus avec les collègues de travail, je leur dis que, la semaine prochaine, je pars pour 8 jours de pèche non-stop au bord d'un lac, espérant prendre une très grosse carpe. Bien sûr, les quolibets fusent, tout le monde me traite de « fondu », les mecs me demandent même comment je vais faire pour me vider les c... sachant que je suis très porté sur le sexe.

- Pas de problèmes pour ça, ma femme a des vacances en même temps que moi, le lac est retiré de la route et pendant que les enfants mistert à l'école, elle viendra bien prendre le soleil ! (ou autre chose)

Samedi ! Me voilà parti avec tout le bardât. Première chose à faire, monter la tente et préparer le couchage. Un lit de camp pour moi et le matelas pneumatique pour ma moitié, elle n'aime pas se coucher dans l'herbe ! Ouf tout est fait et je peux me consacrer à la pèche ! (Que je ne vous raconterai pas, le site n'étant pas fait pour)

Dimanche midi, une voiture arrive et c'est toute ma petite famille qui arrive ! Une journée vite passée sans rien de trop intéressant, mis à part une petite exhib de Chantal (ma femme), qui me gratifie d'une vision panoramique de mister très beau cul, lors d'un pipi dans la nature. (Je ne pensais pas qu'elle le ferait, j'ai insisté lourdement, elle l'a fait ! à creuser, cette exhib !)

Le soir tombe et je me retrouve seul avec mon chien à préparer ma nuit.

Une voiture arrive. Tiens, qui ça peut-il être ? Je n'attends permisterne avant demain après-midi. Elle s'arrête et quelqu'un en descend. Il s'approche et je reconnais Christian !

- Qu'est-ce que tu fous là ? Lui dis-je, sur un ton pas vraiment sympa.
- Je me suis renseigné où tu pêchais, et le gars qui fait la tournée m'a indiqué le chemin !
- Et tu as fait 50 bornes pour venir me voir ? T'es fêlé, toi !
- Non, j'ai passé le dimanche chez des amis, et en retournant chez moi, j'ai été pris par la curiosité de voir comment tu t'y prends pour pêcher la nuit !

Discussions techniques, visite de mon « chez moi » en plein air. Retour à la table et je lui propose l'apéro. Il m'emmerdait un peu de venir gâcher ma solitude, mais enfin, je suis un mec relativement bien élevé ! Merci Maman !)

- Et toi qui es porté sur le « cul », ça ne te pose pas de problèmes ?
- Non, ma femme viendra sûrement et autrement ma main marche encore et peut servir si ça devient trop pressant !
- Tu veux dire que tu vas te tripoter la bite ?

Je veux bien être cool sur ce sujet, mais là, je ne sais pas pourquoi, mais ça me dérange !

- Lâche avec ça, si tu es venu pour parler cul, retourne d'où tu viens, quand je suis là, je ne pense pas au cul !
- Menteur, au boulot, tu n'arrêtes pas d'en parler et ici, tu ne vas pas me dire que tu n'y penses pas !
- Bien sûr, le matin, quant j'ai une bandaimister dans le jogging, mais ça ne va pas plus loin !
- Ouais, t'es qu'une grande gueule au bureau, et tu n'as rien dans le pantalon ! C'est fréquent chez les gars qui en parlent trop !
-
Il me fait carrément chier, et je ne vois pas où il veut en venir !

- Bon aller, arrête et bois donc un autre apéro !
- OK, mais prouve moi que tu n'es pas une petite bite !
- Ca va pas, non ? Ici, en plein air ? (Réflexion idiote)
- Tu préfères dans la tente ?
- ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
- Alors, tu me la fais voir ? Ta petite quéquette !
- Non, hors de question !
- Si tu me la fais voir, je te montrerai une surprise !
- ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
- Je pense que tu vas apprécier !
- C'est quoi ?
- Donnant-donnant ! Tu montres et après ... Surprise !

Le Ricard a dû me taper sur la tête, car je sens en moi des sentiments contradictoires ! Evidement que Sa Surprise, ça sera de me montrer sa queue, et puis après ?

J'en suis la de mes pensées que je vois sa main d'avancer vers moi et s'approcher du bouton de pantalon. Deux doigts s'en emparent et essaient de le dégrafer. Au lieu de le repousser, je creuse le ventre pour lui faciliter l'entreprise. Mon mouvement est aperçu et maintenant c'est avec ses deux mains qu'il bataille avec ma braguette.

- Attends. Je vais le faire, tu vas me coincer les poils !

Est-ce moi qui ait dit cela ? Je dois être bourré (dans le sens ivre).Je me lève et descend le pantalon.

- Tout, descend tout
- Je ne peux pas, si j'ai une touche (un poismister qui mord) je n'aurais pas le temps d'aller chercher ma canne !
- Alors, fous toi à poil !

Je tourne la tête et le regarde, le fixant dans les yeux. Je pense plus à rien et suis dans un autre monde. Je le vois se baisser et il m'enlève mes baskets. Comme dans un rêve, je le laisse faire et même plus l'accompagne dans ses efforts pour me déshabiller.

- Lève toi !

Je lui obéi et sens mon pantalon glisser sur mes jambes ! Il empoigne mon tee-shirt et le passe au dessus de la tête ! Je suis en caleçon, pratiquement nu devant un collègue de travail ! Doucement, il approche sa bouche de mon nombril, et le gratifie d'une série de petites bises qui m'électrisent. Ses mains accrochent mon caleçon et il descend inexorablement ! Sa bouche aussi ! Elle est au niveau de mon sexe et virevolte dessus ! Je lève une jambe, puis l'autre, je suis à poils dans la nature, et je suis bien !

Il est en train de me regarder, de me détailler. Mon engin n'est pas vraiment dressé, il est entre deux états, ni dur, ni mou. Sa main passe sur ma cuisse et me caresse doucement en effleurant mes bourses. JE SUIS BIEN ! Si on m'avait dit, il y a une demi-heure que je me ferais caresser par un homme, j'aurais éclaté de rire !

Je me rassieds le plus naturellement du monde sur le banc. L'ambiance est bizarre, Christian ne parle plus, sa main est toujours sur moi. Pour avoir « bonne contenance », je prends mon verre et en bois une gorgée.

- Alors, comment es-tu ? Me demande-t-il
- Ca va
- Regarde !

Je n'avais pas fait attention qu'il avait ouvert mister jean. Je me tourne vers lui, il se lève et commence à descendre mister vêtement. Sous la lumière de la lune, il se dévêtit entièrement, sauf mister slip. Louche, d'ailleurs ce slip ! Je regarde de plus prés et je découvre avec étonnement qu'il porte un « truc » en dentelle ! Une petite culotte de femme !


Cette vue m'ôte toute retenue ! Mes mains ne m'appartiennent plus et se posent directement sur ce sous-vêtement.
Je touche, palpe, tripote ! Il sourit, se laisse faire. Ma main empoigne mister sexe. Il est doux ! Je n'en n'avais jamais touché d'autre, à part le mien ! Il durcit, se lève, grossit sous mes attouchements.

- prends le dans ta bouche !
- tu crois ?
- Goûte-le, embrasse-le !

Une milliseconde d'hésitation, des images qui s'entrechoquent dans ma tête, mon cou qui se raidit et qui s'incline tranquillement vers cette bite tendue. Mes lèvres s'ouvrent et butent contre le gland légèrement humide de mon pote. Je n'ai pas ouvert suffisamment ma « grande gueule », alors je m'écartèle la mâchoire et y engouffre ce si beau sexe. J'essaie de me souvenir comment ma femme fait quand elle me suce ! Je m'y applique, je monte, descends, sort la langue, lèche ce mandrin hyper dur !



Une main se pose sur ma tête, et appuie. Son autre prend sa queue et me la présente bien en face de ma bouche. J'ai compris qu'il voulait uniquement se servir de ma bouche comme d'un vagin ! Soit ! Je rouvre les lèvres, il m'y enfonce mister phallus et m'imprime le rythme avec lequel il veut me baiser !

Il soupire, grogne, et toujours ses mains qui me powernt (pas beaucoup d'ailleurs) les aller-retour ! Mes mains inactives jusque là, passent derrière lui pour se poser sur ces fesses, sur cette dentelle qui m'excite ! A peine je l'ai touché qu'il crie un « ah ouiiiiiii » en poussant encore plus dans ma bouche, m'étouffant carrément pendant qu'un liquide chaud me coule dans la gorge ! Il jouit en moi, le salaud ! J'ai du sperme partout dans la bouche. Cette pensée me fait peur (SIDA), mais en même temps me fait bander comme un fou !

- Avale ! Me gueule-t-il !

Non je ne veux pas et le repousse. Il crache encore du sperme, j'en ai partout, sur la figure, entre les seins, ….

Il se recule, sa bite se ramollit rapidement, je crache ce liquide visqueux. Il sourit et paraît content de lui.

- Ca t'excite, les petites culottes ! ! ! Je l'ai mise exprès pour voir ta réaction ! J'ai eu raimister, tu aimes la bite, et tu suces vraiment bien.

Il vient s'asseoir à coté de moi, en levant une jambe pour retirer mister slip.

- Essaie le ! Vu comme tu m'as sucé, je veux te voir en femelle bien salope !

Je dois être complètement déconnecté de la réalité car je m'exécute sans rien dire. Me voilà travesti ! Obéissant et soumis à un homme !

Il me regarde en souriant, pas moqueur mais plutôt tendre.

- Allez, au lit, je bosse demain !

Tranquille, le mec, il va dans ma tente, déplie le duvet et se couche tout naturellement.

- Allez, viens à coté de moi, je ne vais pas te bouffer ! (J'aimerais bien !) et j'ai joui tellement bien que je crois que je vais te foutre la paix pour la nuit !

Je me lève et me glisse près de lui ! Son bras m'entoure aussitôt et je sens mister sexe mou sur mes fesses !

Je m'endors de suite, aucun poismister n'est venu troublé NOTRE sommeil et le matin...

La suite pour plus tard si vous avez aimé !

Qu'a-t-elle fait là? 01

Suite à une conversation sur un tchat, Geneviève, jeune maman canadienne de trente ans vivant en couple, avait tous ses sens en émois.
Elle se posait des questions et mister contact l’avait aidé dans sa quête de réponses. Geneviève voulait satisfaire mister conjoint mais faisait certains blocages jusqu’au jour où elle passait une nouvelle fois devant ce cinéma porno qui la tourmentait tant.

Habillée simplement d’une jupe, d’un pull-over rouge qui se fermait par devant et chaussée de bottes montant jusqu’à mi-jambes mais mister gros manteau d’hiver lui permettait de braver le froid pas pour longtemps!
Geneviève ne pouvait plus résister à la tentation et se risquait à entrer dans ce cinéma car il y avait moins de chance de se faire voir par ses connaissances en cet après-midi,
Elle s’était présentée au guichet, une petite asiatique lui demandait sept dollars pour la place. La jeune tendait sa main toute tremblante tellement qu’elle était nerveuse, la caissière lui rendait la monnaie avec un large sourire :
- Bonne séance madame…
- Merci mais y a-t-il beaucoup de monde à l'intérieur ?
- Non juste des hommes....
Cette mère de famille prenait mister courage à deux mains et entrait dans la salle... il y avait une forte odeur de sperme en entrant ! Comme il faisait noir, Geneviève restait près de la porte un instant pour s'habituer à la pénombre.
Elle se sentait très nerveuse mais aussi très excitée car ses seins durcissaient de plus en plus.

Avant le début du film, la salle était éclairée et les hommes se tenaient presque tous debout le long du mur mais près de l'écran. Geneviève prenait l'initiative de s'asseoir dans les dernières rangées près de l’allée pour être tranquille.
Dès les premières images du film, elle remarquait que certains hommes allaient s'asseoir les uns à coté des autres et qu'il y avait beaucoup de va et vient a l'avant et que la dame à la réception semblait avoir raimister : elle devait être la seule femme présente…
La belle canadienne sentait que quelqu'un s'était assis près d’elle. Quand elle se retourna, il y avait un homme d’une cinquantaine d’années assis à un siège d’intervalle qui l’épiait.
Très nerveuse mais aussi très excitée par la situation dans laquelle elle se trouvait et pour oublier la présence de l’homme, Geneviève se retournait pour regarder l'écran. Ne sachant pas si l'homme prenait le changement d'attention comme un oui de sa part, il changeait de fauteuil pour venir s'asseoir juste à côté d’elle.
La jeune femme se retournait lentement vers lui, il lui souriait, et instinctivement baissait les yeux vers mister pantalon
A ce moment qu’elle apercevait qu'il avait sa queue bien en main et qu'il se masturbait bien lentement en la regardant. Son excitation était au maximum, Geneviève sentait qu’elle allait perdre tous ses moyens et sa chatte mouillait de plus en plus…

Tout lui échappait, il lui prenait la main droite lentement et la déposait sur sa queue qui n’était pas très grande mais bien épaisse. Elle n’arrivait pas à l'arrêter : Geneviève était comme en transe. Il gardait sa main sur la sienne et commençait à la monter et la descendre sur mister membre.
La main gauche posée sur le bas de mister ventre car une envie subite la tiraillait, la jeune femme accélérait le rythme de la masturbation sentant que mister voisin appréciait cette caresse.
A ce moment-là, le quinquagénaire lui glissait à l'oreille :
- Montres-moi tes seins …
Mais sans même attendre, il glissait sa main sous mister pull. Trop excitée pour l'arrêter, elle remonta mister vêtement jusqu'au cou laissant apparaître un soutien gorge en dentelle noir.
Il avait de l'expérience car en moins de deux, la mère de famille respectable qu’elle était il y a moins d’une heure avait les seins bien à l'air car il les avait fait passer par dessus de mister soutif.
Soit qu'il faisait très froid dans le cinéma ou bien qu’elle était excitée au maximum mais Geneviève sentait ses mamelons se durcir lui rappelant ses montées de lait lors de l’allaitement de mister bébé !
Elle le masturbait toujours, la main droite tenant fermement cette colonne de chaire, les yeux fermés mais à quoi devait-elle penser ? Et lui, jouait, pinçait et tirait sur les mamelons augmentant à chaque fois le plaisir de cette femme qui couinait en silence…sentant même mister jus couler entre ses fesses….

Ayant perdu toute notion de temps et ne sachant plus combien de temps ils étaient resté dans cette position mais à un moment donné, l’homme posait sa main gauche sur la nuque de sa voisine et poussait la tête vers sa queue. Le message ne pouvait pas être plus clair.
Elle regardait furtivement autour d’elle et comme permisterne ne semblait les voir, Geneviève se laissait glisser entre les genoux de mister voisin pour mettre cet engin inconnu dans sa bouche.
Tout ce passait tellement vite, repoussant de la main sa chevelure brune en arrière, elle le prenait en bouche lentement.
Cette hampe avait un goût de sueur mais elle ne pouvait plus reculer maintenant repoussant encore un peu plus ses limites.
Lui tenant la tête à deux mains, Geneviève commençait par lui sucer le gland avec ses lèvres mais lâchait rapidement sa prise pour aller lui gober les couilles. Elle remontait vers le gland et sans la prévenir, il commençait à lui baiser la bouche à un rythme d'enfer. La femme ne contrôlait plus les mouvements.
Les gémissements de l’homme et les bruits de sucions intenses étaient couvert par la bande mister du film. Apres trois ou quatre minutes de ce traitement-là :
- Ca y est ... tu vas tout prendre salope…
Geneviève tirait le sexe bandé au maximum de sa bouche :
- Lâche ton foutre sur mon visage…
Comme l’éjaculation buccale n’était pas une chose qu’elle pratiquait facilement, Geneviève ne voulait pas qu'il jouisse dans sa bouche. Mais elle n’avait pas eu le temps de fermer les yeux que le premier jet de sperme s’écrasait sur le front et les suivants lui immaculaient le reste du visage.
Il y avait tellement de sperme qu’elle le sentait glisser sur mister visage en ayant même eu un peu sur les lèvres et dans la bouche.

Elle se remettait à peine des émotions qu’elle venait d'avoir qu'il lui faisait un large sourire, prenait mister doigt qu'il glissait sur la joue droite et amenait le sperme sur le bord de la bouche :
- Goûte, tu vas voir c’est bon.
Elle ne voulait pas ouvrir la bouche mais avec sa main gauche, il appuyait sur les joues et comme par magie la bouche de la jeune femme s’entrouvrait pour y pousser le sperme avec mister doigt à l'intérieur.
Ayant peur de la suite, elle était comme dominé par cet homme et se concentrait pour avaler la semence de mister baiseur qu'il avait mis dans sa bouche... pas vraiment bon au goût très salé et amer !
Il la remerciait de l'avoir si bien sucé et surtout d'avoir goûté à mister sperme, qu'il adorait voir les femmes boire sa semence. L’homme sortait un genre de serviette de sa poche et la lui donnait pour essuyer le reste.

Geneviève avait la chatte en feu !!! Une fois le visage essuyé du mieux qu’elle pouvait, elle reprenait place sur mister siège pour regarder la fin du film…
A un certain moment, mister voisin déposait sa main sur sa cuisse et remontait sous la jupe pour poser sa main sur sa chatte mais sans ne jamais aller sous mister string :
- Tu me sembles avoir aimé cela à en juger l’état de ton string tout mouillé…T’es une vraie fontaine.., lui glissait-il à l’oreille !!!

Certains des hommes étaient venu le long du mur mais elle ne savait pas depuis combien de temps qu'ils étaient là mais ils avaient tous la queue entre les mains et la regardaient comme leur future proie.
Son voisin la mettait en garde : que si elle avait l'intention de sucer ces mecs, il n'y avait pas de problème mais que par contre si elle ne voulait pas qu’elle ferait mieux de quitter la salle en sa compagnie.

Geneviève voulait quitter le cinéma toute seule. Après s’être rhabillée rapidement elle se dirigeait vers la sortie de la salle.
Après seulement quelques pas dans l’allée, près du mur, un homme plus jeune que le précédent lui barrait le chemin :
- Où allez-vous comme cela, jolie petite madame ? Suivez moi, vous allez assister à une
projection privée…
- Mais laissez moi passer ! Je dois rentrer chez moi, on m’y attend !!
Elle n’avait pas le temps d’esquisser le moindre geste que mister interlocuteur la saisissait par le poignet pour l’attirer dans une petite salle plus discrète qui se trouvait à l’étage avec vue sur l’écran.
Au milieu de la pièce se trouvait un grand divan bleu, les murs étaient de couleur rose saumon et une tenture de même couleur faisait office de porte.
- Mais…qu’est-ce que je fais ici, demandait-elle fébrilement ?
- Ce que tu as toujours voulu faire, ma belle : te faire sauter par plusieurs mecs !!!
- Vous mentez et laissez moi partir !
- Ah, je mens ? Et que fait une femme telle que toi : bien roulée et bandante dans un cinéma
porno où il n’y a que des hommes, lui demandait cet homme qu’elle trouvait assez mignon ?
Elle n’avait pas le temps de répondre que deux autres hommes faisaient irruption dans la pièce :
- Voici des amis à moi : Allen et Patrick. On t’a vu à l’œuvre tout à l’heure et nous aussi, nous
voulons une part du gâteau.
Allen devait avoir une cinquantaine d’années bien au physique agréable dans le style de Bruce Willis tandis que Patrick était plus petit et moins sportif en apparence.

La canadienne, assise sur le divan, sentait les regards se poser sur elle. Les mains croisées et posées sur ses genoux lui donnaient une image de petite fille sage.
Elle sentait sa poitrine se soulever à chaque respiration et mister pull moulant faisait ressortir ses seins. Le fait d’y penser faisait dresser ses tétons qui, maintenant à leurs tours, devaient être voyant. Le stress de la situation s’emparait d’elle…Son cœur cessait de battre.
Le plus âgé des trois, cheveux blanc et encore bel homme, s’asseyait à sa droite. Un doute envahissait la jeune femme :
- « Ma pauvre Geneviève dans quel pétrin t’es tu fourrée… Qu’est -ce que je fais? Je me lève
et je m’en vais? Et j’aurai fait tout ce chemin pour rien ? Non, c’est trop bête ! Je suis là, et
bien il ne me reste qu’à assumer ».
Allen avait posée sa main sur mister genou. Elle remontait doucement la jambe tout en la caressant. Elle était sûre que même si elle le voulait, Geneviève serait incapable de se lever car ses jambes ne la soutiendraient pas. Elle était tétanisée.
Et pourtant même si cette caresse lui était agréable, la peur de ne pas savoir jusqu’où cette séance allait la mener qui la tiraillait.
Arrêtant mister avancée, et comme pour lui faire accepter d’aller plus loin, il lui malaxait lentement la cuisse. La voyant toujours sans réactions, il reprenait sa route. Sa main glissait doucement sous la jupe atteignant la barrière de dentelle noire de ses bas. Nouvel arrêt, nouvelles pressions sur la cuisse. Le contact peau à peau la faisait tressaillir.
Contre toutes attentes, la main du bonhomme redescendait jusqu’au genou pour le tirer vers lui, invitant la canadienne à ouvrir ses jambes. Elle était comme envoûtée, naviguant dans un état second qui semblait la déconnecter de la réalité.
Alors elle se laissait faire. Mieux, Geneviève glissait sur le siège pour mieux s’ouvrir. Elle sentait mister sexe couler tellement qu’elle était excitée.
Les deux jambes étaient collées l’une à l’autre. Il ne pouvait plus y avoir de doute sur le fait qu’elle était d’accord de poursuivre ce moment. Fort de cette acceptation, il prenait la jambe de sa voisine, la levait et la posait sur la sienne, emprimisternant ainsi le mollet entre ses genoux.

Sa main remontait, pour arriver de nouveau à la dentelle, caressant maintenant le haut de la cuisse. Sa main était douce, chaude. Inconsciemment elle écartait encore plus l’autre jambe, pour mieux s’offrir aux caresses. Elle fermait les yeux et se laissait aller au fil du plaisir.
De mister petit doigt, Allen écartait doucement les grandes lèvres toutes roses, elles se décollaient sans effort. Puis un autre doigt glissait maintenant le long de la fente.
Geneviève était trempée par le plaisir. D’une légère pression il faisait pénétrer ce doigt curieux, et la fouillait délicatement. Elle se sentait inondée. Il le ressortait pour s’intéresser à mister clito. Il tournait autour, le pressait, le frottait. Cette femme totalement abandonnée aux caresses était prise d’une première vague de jouissance. Les yeux toujours fermés, elle tentait de se mordre la lèvre inférieure pour ne pas gémir, en vain :
- Haaaââââââââââ…, juste un petit sursaut quand sa main reprenait "le droit chemin ".
Comme tout à l'heure sa main caressait sa grosse motte, sa belle motte non repue de queue.
- Oooooooooh, çà suffit, tu peux y aller franchement maintenant….
Elle prenait la main d’Allen et la fourrait directement dans mister vagin, le string n’existait plus, il avait deux doigts dans mister con ruisselant et elle suffoquait à respirer si vite.
Il avait gardé ses deux doigts dans la vulve en feu et il allait et venait lentement, si lentement qu’en même temps mister pouce appuyait sur le clito :
- Hoooooaa…que s’est bon….fais ce que tu veux, je suis à toi, branle moi bien….oui c'est
ça, je suis ta chienne, ton objet, prends moi… s'il te plait …Ooooo", tu vois j'ai les cuisses
écartées au maximum et ta main est dedans, continue comme ça….
Elle te plait ma petite chatte ? Oh que oui elle te plait, hein mon salaud, une petite chatte,
bien coulante, bien chaude, bien ouverte, bien mouillée, bien… bien…. A toiiiiiii…ahhhhh,
je n’en peux plus…..
Geneviève gigotait dans tous les sens et ses cheveux lui cachait une partie du visage, essayait de relever les fesses pour qu'il aille plus loin, elle en profitait pour enlever ce string noir qui la gênait encore :
- Allez plus fort tu vois bien que j'aime ça, je suis ta pute du jour, profites-en ! Un salaud qui
se paye une tranche de fourette salace et crapuleuse çà n'arrive pas tous les jours
En même temps, mister autre bras n'est pas resté inactif. Il avait relevé le pull et lui caressait un sein. Le salopard ! Il lui titillait le mamelon, le pinçait, le tirait.
- « Ohhh, c'est ce que je préfère, il va me rendre dingue à me prendre comme çà, si çà
continue moi non plus je ne fairais pas long feu, se disait-elle ».
De pire en pire, elle ne se contrôlait plus même si elle n’était pas une "expansive" au départ :
- Tu t'en souviendras de ta petite salope hein? T'aimes çà mon cochon hein, oh ouiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii,
c'est çà, que tu me branles bien ! Ouiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii vas-y je ne suis pas loin de jouiiiiiiiiiiiir, je
suis ta salope hein ? Elle est bonne maintenant la petite Geneviève…
Elle n’avait pas le temps de poursuivre mister discours qu’il lui rentrait un doigt dans l’anus provoquant chez elle un premier orgasme! Ce mamelon qu'il pressait et un doigt dans chaque orifice, elle repartait :
- T'es content hein. Tu m’as fais jouir comme une petite salope…? Quel orgasme !!! Quel
pied ! ! !
Immobile, elle était étendue là, les yeux hagards, elle lui souriait mister regard se portait sur ses seins. Sans avoir compris comment il s’était retrouvé sur elle, avec sa bite énorme qui venait de se placer face à sa chatte et qui d’un coup rentrait bien au fond…
Elle poussait encore un cri en sentant cette masse venir la remplir. Les mains cramponnées à sa croupe ronde et fessue de jolie salope, elle le sentait qu’il la tirait vers lui pour défoncer la chatte avide de queue…Allen soufflait dans mister cou et murmurait des « horreurs » qui la faisaient mouiller et continuer à jouir.
Elle accompagnait les coups de rein par une houle de mister bassin de manière à bien le faire rentrer dans sa grotte jouissante.
Ses mouvements s’accéléraient, ses râles aussi… et comme la cloimister qui devait être fine répercutait la partie de baise dans la pièce à coté.
Geneviève était excitéeeeeeeeee, mais excitéeeeeee…dans un râle énorme, qui fait écho à mister orgasme, il se vidait en elle à longs jets puissants. Elle sentait les frémissements de la queue qui déchargait le sperme dont elle étais devenue :
- …Ouiiiiiiii, encooooooooore, ouiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii, jouiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiis en moi,
juiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiis fort, jouiiiiiiiiiiis bien profooooond, rempliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiis-moi
AAAAAAAAAAhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh….salaud !!!

Leurs corps étaient soudés par la sueur le temps de reprendre leurs esprits. Allen se relevait laissant la belle Geneviève vautrée sur le divan avec les jambes écartées.
La femme, sentant le sperme couler le long de ses cuisses, portait sa main entre ses cuisses pour l’étaler sur mister bas-ventre.
- Et bien pour une qui ne voulait pas, tu t’es comportée comme une chienne en chaleur,
s’exclamait Phil le troisième présent dans la pièce, et maintenant c’est à notre tour…

Patrick faisait lever Geneviève du divan en faisant signe à Phil de les rejoindre. En moins de temps qu'il n'en faut pour le dire, la jeune femme, entourée de deux hommes, était en train de se faire lécher et caresser les deux seins en poussant de petits râles plaintifs.
Phil s'en donnait à coeur joie en gobant à tour de rôle ses deux gros nichons pendant que mister acolyte dévorait littéralement mister cou et ses lèvres. De sa main libre, il commençait à lui caresser l'intérieur des cuisses tout en soulevant sa jupe et découvrait une chatte toute poisseuse d'excitation dans laquelle j'introduisis un puis deux doigts.
Comme si c’était le signal du départ, elle commençait à masser les sexes qui durcissaient sous les caresses tout en écartant plus largement les cuisses.
- Elle parait vraiment bonne cette femme, s’exclamait Patrick !
- Oui et elle suce merveilleusement bien. Sans compter le fait qu'elle a le plus joli cul qu'il m'a
été donné de voir. Tu vas voir ..., rétorquait Allen, assis dans le divan la queue en main.
Phil s'agenouillait alors devant elle remarquant au passage une superbe chatte rasée avec de belles lèvres roses toujours humides de sa baise précédente.
- T’es vraiment une belle cochonne pour te comporter de la sorte, lui lançait Phil !
- Bouffe-moi la chatte au lieu de parler, rétorquait Geneviève, d'une voix tellement excitée…
Ne se faisant pas prier, Phil enfonçait sa langue entre ses lèvres ouvertes et commençait à lui lécher consciencieusement la chatte.
De mister côté, Patrick continuait à caresser les seins à pleines mains tout en ne perdant pas une miette de cette femme qui offrait mister intimité à mister ami. Ses tétons pointaient comme des torpilles et elle avait les yeux mi-clos de plaisir.
Elle repliait alors les cuisses sur mister ventre en écartant très largement les jambes afin que Phil puisse la fouiller au plus profond de mister sexe. Patrick remarquait que ce cochon en profitait également pour lui soulever légèrement les reins afin de titiller mister petit trou.
- Penches-toi en avant et offres lui ton cul, lui ordonnait Patrick tout en continuant de se
masturber.

Geneviève savait que cela leur ferait plaisir de l'admirer dans cette posture car mister compagnon l’avait souvent complimenté sur mister postérieur.
- Tu avais raimister Patrick, elle a un cul superbe, je vois déjà sa rondelle s'ouvrir. Je suis sûr
qu’elle va nous supplier de l’enculer cette garce…
Se penchant en avant et se cambrant au maximum, Geneviève présentait maintenant mister cul dans toute sa splendeur à mister futur baiseur, glissant une main sous elle, elle commençait à se caresser tout en tortillant de la croupe. Lui écartant les fesses à deux mains, Phil lui enfonçait la langue dans l'anus. Dans le même temps, Patrick se glissait sous la femme et commençait à lui lécher le con. Elle était tellement excitée de se faire ainsi bouffer les deux trous en même temps que mister jus d'amour lui dégoulinait littéralement dans la bouche.
Pendant ce temps, Phil qui avait mister sexe dur comme du béton, pratiquement à la verticale et le gland violacé par le désir ordonnait à la jeune femme :
- Mets-toi à genoux !!!
Obéissante, Geneviève s’agenouillait et approchait ses lèvres près du sexe de Phil pour le pomper goulûment pendant que Patrick, agenouillé derrière elle, caressait mister sexe ruisselant de mister gland tout en massant sa généreuse poitrine de sa main libre.
Jamais elle n'avait si bien sucé, faisant disparaître à chaque mouvement une bonne partie de la verge au fond de sa bouche tout en me massant la hampe de la langue.

Allen, toujours assis dans le divan, voyait distinctement Geneviève onduler du bassin afin d’augmenter le contact de ses fesses avec le membre de Patrick. Excité par ce spectacle, il se masturbait lentement et reprenait de la vigueur…
- Baise la comme une chienne pendant qu'elle me suce, lançait Phil à mister copain.
Patrick la faisait mettre en levrette et se plaçait derrière elle, commençait à l'enfiler lentement, faisant pénétrer sa verge centimètre après centimètre.
Après une petite hésitation, elle reprenait Phil en bouche, ce qui n’était pas une mince affaire vu le calibre de l’engin.
Geneviève éprouvait visiblement une forte excitation à avaler ce pieu énorme, elle s’y prenait vraiment comme une reine, alternant de long mouvement d’avant en arrière avec une masturbation assortie de savants coups de langue autour du gland.
Alors qu'une heure et demi auparavant, cette mère de famille et femme exemplaire s’affairait dans ses tâches ménagères.

Mais la réalité était tout autre, elle était là dans une petite salle de cinéma porno, entrain de se faire ramoner par tous les orifices possibles. Ses gros seins de femme en chaleur bollotaient de façon presque obscène au rythme soutenu de coups de bite de ses deux amants.
Jamais Patrick n'avait connu de chatte aussi trempée. Il avait l'impression d'enfiler une fontaine et mister sexe en ressortait tout brillant de mouille.
A chacun de ses va et vient, un bruit de succion se faisait entendre, suivi du bruit de ses couilles claquants contre ses fesses alors que le sexe de Phil s’enfonçait profondément dans sa gorge.
Geneviève se dégageait brusquement et faisait mettre Patrick sur le dos. Aussitôt, elle vint s'empaler sur sa queue tout en continuant à sucer la verge de Phil. Ses mouvements de bas en haut faisaient tressauter sa lourde poitrine que l’autre homme s'empressait de peloter.
Placé comme il était Allen ne pouvait rien rater et voyait distinctement cette grosse bite aller et venir dans la bouche cette salope. La voir se conduire comme la dernière des salopes l'excitait énormément et il devait faire de gros efforts pour ne pas gicler prématurément.
Allen quittait sa place pour lui caresser le trou du cul qui avait été si bien lubrifié par les coups de langue de Phil.
En effet, c'était sans grand effort qu’il pouvait faire pénétrer un doigt, puis un deuxième, encouragé par Geneviève qui lui demandait alors de l'élargir en des termes peu raffinés et qu’elle n’avait pas l’habitude de prononcer :
- Aaahh !! Oui, vas-y, élargi moi l’œillet, prépare-moi, je veux en prendre par tous les
trous…Je veux être votre putain ce soir ».
Soudain, entre deux gémissements de plaisir, Geneviève à Phil :
- Fourre-moi ta grosse bite dans le cul !!!
- Si tu veux que je t’encule, demande le plus fort…
- Je veux que tu m’encules pendant que ton copain me baise la chatte, j’en veux par tous les
trous, criait-elle presque !!!
- Penches-toi en avant et offres-moi ton cul de salope, écarte tes miches à deux mains,
dépêche-toi que je te bourre le fion, lui ordonnait alors Phil.
Geneviève s’affalait sur Patrick en écartant sa croupe à deux mains, révélant mister œillet dans toute sa splendeur au regard lubrique de Phil et Allen.
Ne se le faisant pas dire deux fois, Phil présentait mister sexe à l'entrée de mister anus déjà dilaté. Lorsqu'il la pénétrait de mister gland, elle étouffait un petit cri de douleur, vite remplacé par des halètements de désir.

Patrick, surexcité, encourageait Phil qui n'en avait pourtant pas besoin :
- Démoli lui le cul, éclate-lui la rondelle à cette pute.
- Alors petite pute, tu l'aimes ma bite ? T’aimes ça hein ! Te faire mettre par des grosses
queues !
- Oh ouiiiii j'aime ça ! Bourrez-moi… oui encore !
- T'aime ça quand on te démolie la chatte, t'es une vraie salope et t'aime qu'on baise ton petit
cul de pute en même temps hein !!!
- Oooh oui….oh oui…oui…. J'aime çaaaaaa….
- Dis-nous que t'es une pute…
- Oui Patrick, je suis ta pute…. Et à toi aussi Phil…. Je suis votre pute à tous les deux… oui
ouiiiii… plus vite…baisez-moi… Oh mon dieu ta queue qui m'écarte la chatte …. C'est
boooon !!! Phil vas-y fouille-moi le cul Aaaah !!!! Baise-moi bien le cul !
Regarde Allen, regarde ce qui me fait, regarde comme il m'encule avec sa grosse pine….
Oooooh comme il me fait du bien ! »
Prise en sandwich, pilonnée en rythme par les deux queues, défoncée comme la dernière des putes, Geneviève sentait l’orgasme arriver qui la faisait trembler de tous ses membres. Elle n'était plus qu'un objet sexuel entre leurs mains et ils la remplissaient totalement !

Brusquement, Phil se retirait et venait présenter mister sexe devant la bouche de Geneviève. A sa grande surprise, elle entreprenait immédiatement de sucer une bite qui sortait pourtant à peine de mister cul et ce, malgré une hygiène corporelle irréprochable.
- Quelle chienne, s’exclamait-il !!! T’es une vraie pompe à bites !!!
Très excité par ce spectacle Patrick laissait tomber sa chatte et prenait la place de mister ami afin de la sodomiser à mister tour. Son anus ressemblait à un cratère béant et il n’avait aucun mal à s'y enfoncer jusqu'à la garde vu le traitement qu’il venait de subir.
- Regarde Phil, je la ramone comme une pute. Ohhhh que t’es bonne…Allez bouge-moi ton
Cul salope…oui vas-y comme ça c’est bien.
Après quelques va et vient, il se retirait aussi, faisant lever Geneviève qui avait les jambes toute tremblante, la conduisait jusqu’au divan où il faisait s’allonger sur le dos en ayant soin de faire pencher sa tête à la renverse au niveau de l’accoudoir.
Ecartant largement ses cuisses, Patrick la pénétrait sans ménagement pendant que Phil comprenant l’intention de mister ami, lui enfonçait mister gland entre les lèvres. Dans cette position, il lui baisait littéralement la bouche, faisant disparaître à chaque mouvement une bonne moitié de mister sexe tout en lui pétrissant les seins et en faisant rouler ses tétons entre ses doigts.
De mister côté, changeant d’orifice, Patrick enfilait trois doigts dans sa chatte poisseuse tout en lui emmanchant le cul très lentement, forçant mister rectum centimètre après centimètre. Elle remuait de plus en plus et il comprenait qu’elle allait atteindre mister deuxième orgasme :
- Alors, ma salope, on y prend goût à se faire enculer pendant qu’on suce un autre chibre ?
Hein ! Allez, réponds ! »
- Oh oui, elle est bonne ta queue, elle me remplit bien, ouiiiii, encore, oh comme ça…des
grands coups…que c'est bon une grosse queue…, plus fort …je vais jouir du cul…
D’un coup, elle se raidissait et, lâchant le membre de Phil, poussait un long cri d’extase, avec la queue de Patrick toujours plantée profondément dans l’anus :
- Ouiiiiiiii …..mon salaud ça fait maaaal…..ouilllle…..salaud…..mais que c'est bonnnn !!!
Aaaaahhhhh…..ouiiiiiiiii!"
Immédiatement, Phil qui n’en pouvait plus, jouissait à mister tour et déversait une giclée de sperme sur le visage et dans la bouche de Geneviève qui, surprise, en recrachait la totalité par terre.
Patrick sentait également sa semence monté jusqu’au dernier moment il la pilonnait comme un enragé, Allen voyant le spectacle depuis plusieurs minutes était aussi au bord de l’éjaculation.
Soudain Patrick se retirait pour saisir sa queue et se masturber avec frénésie au-dessus de Geneviève qui n’en pouvait plus :
- Tiens prend ça salope….ahhhhh….je jouiiiiiii, criait-il dans un dernier sursaut !
Un torrent de sperme s’abattait sur le corps de la jeune femme lui aspergeant au passage ses seins et mister ventre qu’elle massait pour étaler tout ce foutre.
Allen s’approchait du groupe la bite en main et dans un dernier sursaut lui répandre sa semence au niveau de la chatte de la belle.

La jeune femme se relevait péniblement, vidée par cette baise imprévue. Mais la beauté naturelle de Geneviève atténuait l’image qu’elle donnait à ses trois amants : souillé de la tête au pied par le sperme répendu par ces mâles en rut. Elle se rhabillait en vitesse, essuyant au passage mister visage pour éviter les regards inquisiteurs des passants une fois dehors.
Geneviève était loin de se demander comme elle allait expliquer à mister compagnon mister comportement hors du commun de cette après-midi, mais ce qui était fait était fait.
Elle quittait immédiatement ses amants pour retourner au plus vite chez elle, tête baissée pour y prendre une bonne douche avant d’aller rechercher mister enfant à l’école.
En se coiffant devant le miroir, elle se demandait :
- Ai-je rêvé ou pas ?

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The Mexican Bitch


It was a long drive.

John and Madeline was traveling to visit Tom and his
new wife Jan in New Mexico. Neither had ever met Maria
and John and Ted was good buddies from college. When
the invitation came, John had jumped at the chance
where Madeline was going only because she had to.

They drove up to a two story house out in the middle of
the woods as John got out and knocked on the door.
Madeline could see a man open the door from the car and
then John waving at her to come on. Reluctantly, she
got out and made her way up.

Tom was about the same height as John but slightly
thinner she noticed as she got there. They exchanged
greetings as Tom led them inside. Maria was sitting at
a chair as they entered the room watching something on
TV. She immediately go up and shook John hand and gave
him a peck on the cheek.

Madeline noticed that she was really looking him up and
down and that peck was longer than she thought it
should be but didn’t say anything as Maria finally let
him loose and came over and shook her hand quickly and
told them to have a seat.

Madeline and John told a seat on the couch facing the
couple as Madeline noticed that Maria was about half
the age of Tom and quite beautiful. She was Mexican and
dark skinned with a body that man drool of. She was
quite jealous of her figure as she herself was much
taller with larger hips and stomach. She had tried
diets to regain her youth but it seem age was going to
take it toll despite what she would do.

Quickly the guys started to talk about their good ode
days in college as Madeline just sat there impatience.
Maria was constantly asking them questions and seem to
be ignoring her. That was fine with Madeline till Maria
got up and made her way over taking a seat on the other
side of John that made her uneasy. She tried to ignore
it, but she couldn’t help noticing her constantly
tapping his thigh with her hand and moving closer and
closer. Finally, she decided enough was enough and it
was time to break it up.

"We are really tired after that long trip. I think we
should all go to bed and continue this tomorrow," She
told them giving John a tug that meant he was to
followed.

"Of course," Maria piped up. "The guest room is already
prepared for you. Just go up the stairs and you find it
at the end of the hall. The door is green. Good night
sugar."

Madeline noticed she gave John a peck on his face as
she said it. Bitch, she thought. And to think, they
were going to have to be here a week. Better keep an
eye on her.

John quickly thanked them for having them here as him
and Madeline got up and made their way up the stairs.
Madeline remained quiet for the duration till they were
inside.

"Bet you enjoyed having that bitch rubbing and pecking
on you," she yelled at John. Her temple was flying.

"She was just being nice, despite someone else who
didn’t want to talk to anyone," John replied back
irritated at his wife tone of voice. "I’m turning in.
You can drool on it all night if you want."

Madeline hated it when John ignored her like that but
knew it wouldn’t do much good to keep talking to him
tonight. She went in and showered returned to bed and
finding him already arelax.

"Bastard," she said mostly to herself getting in and
pulling the covers up.

They had both slept for over three hours when Madeline
heard noises coming from down the hall. It sounded like
someone was in pain and needed help. She looked at John
still arelax and decided she’ll just have to go check
it out herself. She put on her robe and made her way
out the door down the hall to the other side. The door
was cracked so she decided to take a peak.

She was astonished to see Tom naked body tied up in the
middle of the room on the floor. His hands were tied to
his feet with rope and his large ass was sticking out
in back towards her. Madeline noticed that a large
vibrator was shoved in his asshole and turned on. Red
welts were all over his buttocks. Cord was tried around
his balls as they were turning blue. He was just laying
there moaning in agony. At least she thought so.

Then she saw a shadow slightly to the side and then
Maria stepped over to him. She was stunning in a black
garter belt and a corset that exposed her perk boobs.
Madeline early view of her figure in clothes was
nothing to how great it was without them.

"If you don’t hush your mouth, I’m going to shove a
bigger plug in there," she yelled at him. "Next time
you invite people over without my permission, it’s
going to be a lot worse. Maybe I’ll fuck your friend
while you’ll have to watch with your ass plugged as
usual. Maybe that tight big ass wife of his."

She brought the paddle down hard on his ass cheek as he
jerked in agony.

Madeline was stunned at Maria tone of voice and
irritated at the words she had called her. She normally
would have stormed out and got John and told him they
were leaving, but she couldn’t help watching and
getting wet between her legs.

Slap, slap.

"You hear me wimp?" Maria yelled. "Now get your
crawling ass over to the bed and get really to lick me.
Move it you gringo piece of cuckolds brownie."

Madeline watched as Tom tried to crawl on his face and
knees over to the bed as Maria kept swatting his ass
with the paddle. When they were out of sight, she
quickly made her way back down the hall to their room
and jumped in the bed.

She was horny as hell as she reached down between her
thighs and started running her hand up and down her
clit. Perverts, she thought. We’ll leaving tomorrow.
Oh, that feels so good. She came with little trouble
twice and drifted off to relax.

Madeline woke the next morning to find John had already
left. It was after 10 am. She couldn’t believe she had
slept that long. Quickly, she got up and took a shower
and found some shorts and top to put on for the day.
The images of last night was still in her mind and she
knew she better find John soon and make plans to leave
before that Mexican bitch decides to get a piece of his
cock. That cock was hers.

She made her way down the stairs and wandered through
the house to see if anyone was there. In the kitchen,
she found Tom standing by the sink fully clothes.

"Where John," she asked trying to avoid staring at him
after what she had witness that night.

"Maria went to show him the stables. Have a seat.
Breakfast is done and you’ll enjoy mine." Tom said
glancing at her.

Madeline wanted to run out immediately and get John
before that Mexican bitch got her hooks in him, but
didn’t want Tom to know what she had witness. She
slowly took a seat at the table as Tom made a plate of
eggs and bacon and brought it over.

"Here," he said, "best breakfast in miles."

While Tom brought over some biscuits, spuds, and orange
juice; Madeline couldn’t help but glance down at his
crotch area knowing how much pain he must be feeling
this morning in the tight jeans he had on. She readily
took the food and started to eat trying to get the
thought out of her mind.

When finished, she got up and told Tom she was going
out to see where they were.

"Don’t worry," Tom replied. "I’m sure they went horse
riding or something. Come on let me show you the rest
of the house."

Madeline knew she should run out and get John but
didn’t want to hurt their feelings. She just wanted out
of here.

"Okay," she lied. "I be glad too."

She followed Tom through a tour of the house noticing
he seemed to be walking funny. As he bent over, she
could see a bulge in his pants where his asshole was
and knew he must still have a butt plug inside. She got
wet at the thought but didn’t want him to know it as
she trolled along in back. They toured the whole house
and it was close to 3 pm when they hear the door in
back opened. Madeline quickly made her way through the
kitchen to find John. She found them there with Maria
giving him a peck on the cheek again. They both turned
in surprise at her as she entered and stood looking at
them.

"Your husband sure knows how to ride," Maria said
passing by smiling at her.

Madeline was pissed. Sure he does, she thought.
Probably was riding that Mexican bitch all morning.

"John, I want to leave now," she said staring at him
and noting the glow on his face.

"No way," John replied. "We just got here and I’m
having the time of my life. Tell you what, if you feel
that way tomorrow we’ll discuss it again. I got to go
find Tom. He was going to show me something today."

Madeline watched him walked by more pissed than ever.
Probably hoping to put his pole up the bitch, she
thought. She made her way back to the living area to
find Maria changing clothes inside right out in public.

"Did John come through here," she asked pissed at Maria
for displaying herself in case he did.

"No sugar," Maria responded pulling her panties and
shorts up. "You jealous or something."

Of course Madeline was jealous but she wasn’t going to
let the bitch know it.

"No why should I?" She asked taking a seat. "Where I
come from we just don’t go around getting undressed in
public." She glanced at Maria marvelous size tits
dangling.

"You don’t have to worry about things like that here,"
Maria replied throwing her t-shirt over her head and
lowering it down. "Women here know how to control their
men."

Yeah, they shove a plug up their asses, Madeline
thought to herself. Damn, she did have a great body.
She was even getting wet looking at it.

Madeline heard the door open and turned expecting John
and Tom. A Mexican woman in her late forties strolled
inside.

"Hi mom," Maria said turning to her. "You’ll find what
you’re looking for in the basement." "Enjoy."

The older woman stared at Madeline for a moment smiling
and then made her way out the room.

"Don’t worry about Mom," Maria said looking at
Madeline. "She doesn’t care much for gringos like you.
I’ll fix us a take."

Madeline watched Maria hips shift from side to side as
she left. She knew men couldn’t resist an ass like
that. Some women too. She felt her cunt moisten at the
thought as her mind pondered it till Maria returned.
She accepted the take and started sipping on it. It
really was good.

"Hope you like it," Maria was saying. "Made it
especially for you."

The take was delicious and Madeline was tired. She
laid back in the chair and started to finish the take
off. Her head was starting to get light as she felt a
little Looney.

Maria was saying something across the room. What was
it?

Slave bitch. Slave

She ******.

Madeline head was spinning as she started to come to.
Her arms and legs felt like they were being pulled
apart and she felt a breeze between her legs. She
opened her eyes to see the ceiling above and her ankles
and hands wrapped around a hook coming down from it.
She was totally naked. Panicking, she cried out for
help.

Ah, I see my white bitch has just woken up. She was
even having a wet dream from what I see.

Madeline quickly glanced to the side to see Maria
standing by a table looking at her. The walls were
covered with whips, chains, and many other things she
could only imagine thinking of. She tried to move but
just swayed suspended in air.

"Get me down now. You Mexican bitch." She yelled out
frustrated and mad.

Maria was smiling at her.

"Don’t worry sugar. When I’m done with you, you will be
begging to be my Mexican bitch." She yelled out at her
from afar.

"You wait till I get down." Madeline yelled. "I’ll show
you a thing or two before they send you to jail."

"Naughty bitch," Maria replied smiling. "Guess I’ll
have to show the proper way to speak to your new
mistress."

Madeline watched as she grabbed a small whip off the
wall with about 6 straps attached and started walking
over.

"You better not touch me with that," Madeline yelled.
"John, John."

"Don’t worry sugar, John is probably licking lady’s
big hairy butt by now. It was so easy to fuck and
control him this morning. He begged to be my slave like
my wimp husband." Maria explained. "I enjoy owning his
cock from now on and plan to own your cunt. Maybe, I’ll
let you watch me fuck it some time."

Madeline started to yell something as the strap landing
squarely across her ass cheeks. She yell out in pain.

"We’ll have to get your loose cunt sew up since you
want be enjoying any," Maria said, bringing the strap
hard across both ass cheeks again.

Argggghhhhhhhhh.

The pain shot through Madeline body as she felt
betrayed and humiliated. She didn’t have much time to
ponder as the strap landed again on one cheek this time
making her wiggle her ass wildly to the side only to
swing back for another slap.

"Nooooooooo," she screamed. "Quit. John, John.
Argggggggggg!"

"You will always address me as Miss Maria and never
talk unless I let you," Maria continued applying the
strap again and again. "I can keep this up all day till
your big white ass is totally red and blue."

"Argghhhhhhh!"

Madeline tried to fight the pain but it was too much as
she started crying and begging her to quit. She knew
her ass must be raw by now.

"Who’s the bitch now," Maria said slamming the strap
between Madeline large white buttocks."

"I’m the bitch," Madeline screamed. "Please stop."

"Do you want to be my Mexican bitch," Maria strapped
her thigh.

"Yes, yes. I’m your Mexican bitch," Madeline yelled
out. At the moment, she would have said anything to get
her to quit. No one was going to come to her rescue and
her ass couldn’t take anymore. She watched as Maria
removed her garments and walked over to her naked. She
was rubbing her clit as she approached.

"I just love it when proud white ladies like you beg to
lick my pretty little pussy. You want to lick my pussy
like a good little whitey." She said rubbing it faster.

Madeline knew there was nothing she could do about it.
She knew she could just walk over and put it on her
face and she couldn’t stop her. She had tied John up
plenty of times in the past and used him as she wished.
If she bit it, no telling what she would do. She signed
in between sobs and resigned her pride.

"Please Miss Maria. May I lick your beautiful cunt."
She said hating ever word as it came out.

"Oh course you can sobered all over my tasty pussy,"
Maria said.

She watched as Maria came around her head and backed
her way over it before starting her slow winding
descent on Madeline face. She could smell her sex as it
approached. She had never had sex with a woman before
and even through the thought made her stomach turn,
Maria had a beautiful body and her pussy was very nice
to admire. As it approached, she flicked her tongue
around her clit finding the taste really not that bad.
She began the task of licking up and down on it like
she normally enjoyed in past sex experience. She knew
she was doing pretty good as Maria was now grinding her
face with it. Her own pussy was wet as she found
herself getting excited.

"Now get your tongue inside and clean off all your
husband cum," Maria demanded moving slightly forward.

Madeline would have normally been sick but at present
her cunt was drooling in excitement as she drove her
tongue deep in her pussy hole moving it in and out as a
post hole digger. Maria was now really humping her face
and rubbing her clit on her nose as she tongue fucked
her. She felt her climaxed above as her body rocked
madly on her face.

"Not bad for the first time," Maria said rubbing her
clit and getting up. "You’ll have plenty of time to
improve in the future."

"Please let me down and I’ll do better," Madeline cried
out.

"Did I tell you that you could talk bitch," Maria
screamed out. "I guess we’ll have to fix that too."

Madeline froze in panic at her tone of voice. She
watched as she walked over and pick up a large dildo
from the rack and walked back.

"I can either shove this up your tight asshole or in
your nasty mouth for talking without permission. Which
do you want bitch?" Maria screamed at her.

Madeline looked at the dildo in fright. The thing would
rip her asshole in half.

"In my mouth Miss Maria," she cried out.

"Good choice bitch, but I’m sure with your attitude
your ass will get it sooner or later. Open up." She
yelled.

Madeline close her eyes and opened her mouth as Maria
started shoving the monster inside. It was a lot larger
than John cock as she felt her tongue being power to
the back of her throat. She had to breathe through her
nose in steps as the monster filled her mouth cavity
completely up and her jaws stretched to the limit.

"Now you are going to hold that in till I get back,"
Maria said, "or you’ll feel my strap on your big ass
again. I promise my wimp husband he’ll get to fuck your
cherry asshole and he hasn’t had a fuck in months now.
His wimp cock isn’t good for anything else."

Maria started walking out the room as Madeline just
laid there hanging from the ceiling with her mouth
stuffed. She couldn’t get away and dared not spit out
the dildo. She tried to get as comfortable as she could
and await her fate as tears flowed down. She felt like
it been hours before the door finally opened again as
she glanced sideways to try to get a view.

Maria was coming back in dress in her black corset like
she had seen her the night before. She had a leash in
her hand as John was crawling on the floor beside her.
Madeline wanted to hide her nudity but it was little
she could do but just lie and watch as they approached.

She led John to her side where she had a good view.
John looked up only for a moment as she noticed the
lust in his eyes.

Maria turned around and presented her ass to his face
so Madeline could get a good view.

"Gringo clean my ass." She demanded.

John immediately went to work rimming her ass as
Madeline just laid there hanging by the ceiling with
her mouth still stuffed. Her own cunt was on fire and
she wished something was in it.

"Ahhhh Yes Gringo boy." Maria was saying enjoying the
look on Madeline face. "Deeper. That’s it. Shove it
deeper in my beautiful butt."

Madeline was furious. Her cunt was in need and her
husband was tonguing the bitch ass while she could do
nothing but watched. She struggled against the rope.

Maria stared at her and smiled.

"Don’t worry dear. Mother will be here shortly and give
you just want your smelly cunt needs." She said. "She
wants to make you her bitch."

Madeline eyes budged out at the thought as her
struggles increase. She heard someone else enter as
Maria turned around facing John.

"Here’s a nice reward for my gringo dog," she said.
"Come get your sugar."

Madeline watched as John immediately started lapping
her cunt in hatred. She heard something at her feet and
glanced back to see the older Mexican woman was now
there totally naked with a large strap-on that was
twice as big as Tom’s cock inches up. She tried to get
loose as the woman grabbed both of her thighs around
her neck and glided the fake cock to her cunt entrance.

"Time to be my bitch," The older woman said as Madeline
tried to scream out as she felt the dildo at her cunt
entrance. The damn thing would rip her in half. She was
thrashing wildly with no luck as she felt the thing
enter her cunt lips and the pain. Her cunt was soaking
wet but the thing was so big. She bit on the plug in
her mouth but her cunt was in pain. It had never been
open this far as she tried to adjust to it for relief.

Finally, it was fully in as she gasped for air.

"No more tight cunt." The Mexican woman spoke. "Momma
going to make your cunt so loose that only her cock is
going to satisfy it."

Madeline felt the cock withdraw slightly and then
plunged in deep again. Despite the pain, her cunt was
starting to get wetter and found her body reacting to
it. Soon she was thrusting back to meet the monster
wanting more and more of it as the woman kept plunging
it in and out smiling down at her.

"Mother, I think the gringo bitch is really enjoying
your big cock." Maria said as Madeline glanced over to
see her smiling at her rocking her cunt all over John
face. "Fuck her smelly twat faster. See how the bitch
loves it."

Madeline just ignored her insults as she kept trying to
rock back and forth on the monster in her cunt. She was
cumming and the bitch was getting her off. She wanted
to cry out faster but the plug prevented it. All of a
sudden, her cunt exploded like never before as she
couldn’t prevent her body from shaking all over.

"Momma bitch now," The woman was saying as Madeline
glanced towards her feet to see her unhooking the strap
in back.

She wanted to yell out for her to continue, but he
woman had it completely unhooked and left it in her
cunt.

"Time to please momma now," she said walking around
Madeline rubbing her hairy clit. "You lick good and I
may fuck you again."

As the woman pulled the dildo out of her mouth,
Madeline tried to yell at John to help her only to see
the woman big snatch coming downward towards her face.
It was dripping cum all over her as she started begging
her not to sit on her. The woman was now fully crouched
down on her mouth so her words couldn't be heard.

"Lick it good or I’ll have to get the belt out on that
white fanny of yours." She warned her.

Madeline had little choice as she pushed her tongue on
the clit and started working it up and down. It was
pressed firmly on her mouth so her tongue didn’t have
to go far to reach it. She felt her tit being pinch in
back and yelled out in the smelly cunt.

"Put that wagging tongue in my pussy hole and rim it
out." The woman commanded.

Madeline knew she had to obey and pushed her tongue
deep inside the loose hole and starting moving it
around inside. She could hear Maria showing John was a
whore his wife was and what she was only good for as
she continued tongue the cunt hole. Maria asked him if
he wanted to fuck his dog ass one last time before she
belonged to her mom and John replied that her sorry ass
was worth fucking and that he only wanted to worship
her. Madeline felt the woman juices all over her mouth
as she came on her and started rocking on her lips and
noise.

"Good little gringo doggie," The woman said. "Now for
the main course."

Madeline eyes focused to the light as the woman got off
her mouth as she glanced to see both Maria and John
smiling at her.

"Come gringo boy." Maria smiled. "Let’s go to my
bedroom so you can worship me properly. Mother I’ll
send the wimp in shortly. I did promise him an ass fuck
even if it is a gringo doggie like her."

"No problem, momma will be through soon," The woman
replied as Madeline glanced up to see her approaching
again but this time facing her. As she spread her large
thighs and starting moving over her head she realized
what was expected this.

"Noooo. Please John, Maria please." She yelled.

The woman big hairy ass was now right above her head
and started lowering downward.

"This is much better." The woman was saying. "Lick my
ass like you did my pussy and I won’t have to slap
those white tits of yours off."

Madeline knew better than disobey as the large hairy
ass cheeks engulf her face in between and she pushed
her tongue out and started swiping away at the puckered
opening in between. The sooner she got her off the
better. She felt a couple of hard slaps to her tits and
knew what she wanted. She pushed her tongue inside the
loose opening and started rimming inside the nasty
hole.

"Hurry up doggie." The woman yelled down. "Wimp will be
here shortly and I want to cum before he shoves his
tiny little toy up you bunghole.

Madeline tongue was now deep in her asshole wiggling
around. Even Tom cock in her ass would be better then
this. Her cunt tighten on the dildo in excitement. It
felt like hours before she felt the woman shaking and
slowly raising up as her tongue popped out of her
asshole.

"Wimpy dick is here." She told her as she finally was
off. "Time for his reward."

Madeline didn’t even have time to focus as she felt
something wet at the entrance of her asshole and then
pain as it shoved its way inside. She yelp out in
misery as it made it’s way totally in. She knew it must
have been Tom cock but she didn’t even dare to open her
eyes as her cunt was leaking again. The pain was
quickly turning to lust as she tried to push back to
get it all inside. The woman was now rubbing her tits
above.

"Does doggie like her booty fucking." She was smiling
at her.

"Yes, Yes fuck me. Fuck me faster." Madeline yelled out
loud as the rubbing of her tits and the cock in her ass
was driving her wild in excitement. "Make me your
bitch. Fuck this bitch."

She felt Tom cock jizz shoot in her ass as she climaxed
herself and just laid there as he withdrew his limp
cock. The woman was pulling the dildo out of her cunt
as she tried to tighten her cunt muscles as tight as
she could to keep it inside. They lowered her to the
ground as the woman attached a collar around her neck
and they loosen her ties till she had about a foot
between each hand and foot. She felt a foot to her butt
as the woman grab the leash.

"Come on gringo doggie. Time to take you out to use the
bathroom." She laughed.

Madeline immediately got on all fours and started
crawling behind her.

Bark, bark.

May continue in the future.

Puis je lui fis remarquer que le gage était terminé, et il s’arrêta gentiment de caresser les seins de ma femme, et elle retournée sur l’autre canapé, très troublée visiblement. Elle portait toujours sa culotte, mais perdit encore le coup suivant, et je me retrouvais comme dans un état de somnambulisme, ne sachant plus si je voulais tout arrêter ou au contraire les pousser dans les bras l’un de l’autre. Cette fois-ci elle enleva elle-même sa culotte, et Guillaume se leva très naturellement, avec mister énorme trique, et vint s’asseoir à côté d’elle. Il me demanda « on continue ? », ce qui semblait s’appliquer au strip-poker (ou à autre chose ?), et je répondis « oui » d’une voix tremblante, Hélène ajoutant un « oui » aussi. Visiblement les choses étaient allées trop loin pour revenir en arrière. Je perdis le coup suivant et Guillaume décida que mon gage serait qu’il embrasse ma femme, ce qui n’était pas un gage normal dans la mesure où j’avais encore mon caleçon que j’aurais donc du enlever. Je répondis « ok », et Hélène vint s’asseoir sur ses genoux, « en amazone », et il l’embrassa à pleine bouche en lui caressant les hanches, les cuisses et de nouveau les seins. Il me regarda ensuite de nouveau, en me demandant si ça me gênait qu’il embrasse les seins d’Hélène. Visiblement on ne parlait plus de strip-poker, mais il avait l’air de dire qu’il se contenterait de caresses et de baisers. Je pu juste faire un « oui » de la tête, et il prit Hélène dans ses bras, la coucha sur le canapé, et vint se placer à l’horizontal, sans se poser sur elle, et il commença à lui lécher les seins, à les manger presque, devant moi, en remontant parfois sur mister cou, ses lèvres, redescendant ensuite sur sa grosse poitrine. Cela durait depuis quelques instants, il poussait des petits gémissements, et Hélène encore plus, elle écartait insensiblement les cuisses, et elle commença alors à lui caresser les épaules et les bras, presque tendrement. Je vis alors le corps de Guillaume descendre au point de toucher celui d’Hélène, cela dura quelques secondes, puis il tourna le visage vers moi et dit d’un ton soudain grave et légèrement autoritaire : « faut que je la baise, j’en peux plus », et sans attendre de réponse, il prit sa grosse queue dans une main, la décalotta, l’approcha de la fente d’Hélène, et pénétra ma femme sous mes yeux, faisant entrer toute sa queue dans sa chatte, assez vite. Leurs gémissements devinrent plus forts, il se mit à la limer sans complexe, et je devins complètements spectateurs.

Pendant un gros quart d’heure, Guillaume fit l’amour à ma femme, de façon très vigoureuse, comme un macho en rut fait l’amour à une femme dont il a envie depuis un moment. Clairement, il lui bourrait la chatte et voulait tirer un coup, pas commencer une histoire d’amour. Cependant, ils s’embrassaient, se caressaient, leurs gestes n’était pas tendres, pas violents non plus, c’était les gestes d’un couple qui baise, un homme en rut et une femme en chaleur. Ils mistert restés dans la position « du missionnaire » pendant tout le temps où ils ont fait l’amour. Hélène murmurait des « encore, encore … ! », des « c’est bon, prends-moi fort », et Guillaume ne répondait rien, sauf à un moment où il lui murmura « je vais te baiser toute la nuit » et Hélène soupira un long « oui … ». Hélène avait vraiment les gestes, les gémissements et l’air d’une femme qui prend un plaisir incroyable. Ses gémissements devenaient des cris rauques de plaisir quand Guillaume poussait sa grosse queue large tout au fond de mister vagin, tout en lui léchant les seins ou le cou. Guillaume n’avait pas mis de préservatif, mais cela ne l’empêcha pas d’éjaculer dans le vagin de ma femme, sans aucun scrupule. Ils restèrent ensuite enlacés quelques secondes, se roulèrent une pelle, puis Guillaume se retira, s’assit sur le canapé sans rien dire, et Hélène se leva pour aller à la salle-de-bains.

Après quelques secondes de silence, Guillaume me regarda, il n’avait pas l’air honteux du tout, mais il me dit quand même : « désolé », et moi, sortant de mon hébétude, je lui répondis quelque chose comme « ne sois pas désolé, tu avais envie d’elle, elle avait envie de toi, je n’ai pas à me mettre entre vous ». Il me répondit, en souriant gentiment « t’es un peu lopette, quand même, franchement ! ». Guillaume restait nu, assis, sa grosse queue débandant lentement. Quand Hélène revint, avec une culotte et un tee-shirt, elle évitait mon regard. Guillaume hésita quelques secondes puis se leva, la prit par la taille, l’embrassa de nouveau, et lui dit « on va dans la chambre, j’ai encore envie de toi ». Sa queue recommençait à grossir. Hélène sembla gênée, mais Guillaume lui dit « t’inquiète » et pour lui prouver que tout allait bien il se tourna vers moi et me dit « tu dors sur le canapé cette nuit » d’un ton certes autoritaire, un peu supérieur, mais pas méchant. Comme Hélène se dirigeait vers la chambre, visiblement ravie de passer la nuit dans les bras d’un amant aussi vigoureux, je dis « Guillaume », il se retourna, revins vers moi, mister membre cette fois-ci complètement gros et raide, et je lui dis « tu ne veux pas mettre un préservatif, quand même ? » en désignant cet énorme bite avec ma main. Il me répondit en souriant gentiment « non, c’est plus agréable sans, ça donne plus de sensations à ma bite » ; il s’interrompit et ajouta « franchement, tu ne veux pas que je raconte à des potes que tu es allé me chercher des préservatifs pour que je baise ta femme ? » et ma voix redevint mourant quand je répondis un timide « non … ».

Ils ont passé la nuit à faire l’amour, j’ai entendu le lit grincer presque sans interruption, leurs gémissements, les paroles étouffées … c’était pour moi à la fois un enfer brûlant et une scène d’un érotisme torride. J’ai dormi sur le canapé en me réveillant souvent et à chaque fois j’entendais leurs ébats de l’autre côté de la cloimister. Franchement, Guillaume est aussi endurant au lit qu’il me le disait en se vantant, et Hélène était visiblement au 7ème ciel, en tout cas elle le criait. C’était très étrange de me faire cocufier par mon meilleur ami, dans mon lit et avec mon consentement, mais sous mister emprise, et de le voir me parler avec ce mélange de supériorité et de gentillesse, en sentant bien de toute façon que mister amitié pour moi s’effaçait complètement devant mister envie irrésistible de baiser ma femme, de la posséder sans que je me sente même me droit de m’y opposer

Au matin, Guillaume en caleçon dans la cuisine était visiblement le maître des lieux. Je lui ai proposé un bol de lait, qu’il a accepté, à un moment il m’a passé la main sur l’épaule sans rien dire, en me regardant dans les yeux : encore cette amitié et cette supériorité, mélangées, indissociables. Il est parti pour suivre sa 2ème journée de formation, sans caresser Hélène, sans un geste montrant qu’il l’avait possédée toute la nuit, juste un léger baiser sur les lèvres en se disant au revoir, une poignée de mains pour moi, et il franchit la porte. Hélène est partie se doucher avant sa journée de travail, et nous n’avons jamais reparlé de cette nuit. Guillaume est toujours mon meilleur ami, je l’admire encore plus qu’avant, on se voit souvent, parfois avec Hélène et avec Virginie, sa femme, mais à ma connaissance il ne s’est jamais rien repassé entre eux depuis un an, même si je surprends toujours fréquemment des regards insistants de Guillaume sur les seins de ma femme.

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My New Black Neighbors


I have been watching the new black neighbors move in
for over a week now. They were a young black couple in
their mid twenties with no kids. Being a divorce lady
myself in my mid 40s with one young who was in his late
teens now, I didn't have must work to do around the
house at night or weekends. That Saterday morning, I
decided when the husband drove off for weekend work
that I would pay the wife a visit and introduce myself.

The young black lady, later found out named Kat, opened
the door. I introduced myself to her as Jan her
neighbor from next door as she invited me in. We went
to the kitchen where she offered me a cup of coffee.

"People are not very friendly here are they," she said.
"Or is it because we are black in a rich white
neighborhood."

"It's a little of both," I replied sipping on the
coffee.

"I saw you peeping out the window the last few days
watching us. Are you curious because we are black?" she
asked.

"No," I replied lying gulping on the coffee. I was just
looking out and you seem

to be there.

"Are you married?" she asked.

"No, I'm divorce and my mister who lives with me is away
on summer vacation with friends." I told her.

Kat got up to refill her coffee cup as I watched her go
to the sink in her robe looking at her legs. I had
never been attracted to women before but she had some
of the most beautiful legs I had ever seen and I
couldn't resist looking. When her cup was filled, she
turned around and her robe parted in front giving me a
view of her pussy and boobs. I almost fetishd from the
coffee looking at her pussy.

"Did you like looking at a black woman pussy," she
asked as she noticed my face red from staring at it.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to look," I lied again.

"Yes, you did. You were looking at my pussy and
enjoying it wasn't you.’ She stared at me.

I hesitated with mixed feelings running in my head. I
didn't know what to say. Yes her pussy was turning me
on. I could feel the wetness between my legs as I
avoided looking at her. I glanced and noticed she was
still staring at me.

"You want a closer look don't you," she said smiling at
me.

I don't know what came over me as I replied yes.

"Good crawl under the table and lick my pussy," she
said. "Do it now."

"I've never eaten pussy," I said meekly but already
knew I was going to anyway.

"Get under the table and eat me out now bitch," she
demanded her tone of voice changing. "I don't have time
for sluts who don't listen."

I got off the chair upon her voice and proceeded to
crawl towards her hairy pussy. The sight was so
beautiful and mine was dripping wet in my panties. I
ran my tongue up and down and then started working her
clit like my boyfriends had did mine many times in the
past.

"That's good slut. Keep it up while I have my coffee. I
had a white bitch like you at the last place I lived
for a slave when hubby was away to toy with. Do you
want to be my new toy?" She moaned.

I glanced up while licking her pussy and replied yes.
Then I started working my tongue deep inside. I wanted
bad to become her toy. Her pussy tasted so good as I
reached between my legs and started rubbing my clit.
She could hear me moan and glanced under.

"Are you playing with your pussy without permission?"
she asked. "Get your hand out of their now. I will have
to spank you for that later. Continue licking my pussy
slut." She told me.

I kept my tongue going in and out her pussy as a dildo
till she finally came on my face. My own pussy was
badly in need.

"Get up slut and undress. I want to see what my new toy
looks like." She warned me.

I crawled out from under the tables and stumbling
removed all my clothes in front of her. I was told to
put my hands too my side for inspection as she looked
me over as a common whore. Upon command, I spread my
pussy for her and put two fingers in it as she watched
in amusement as I tried to cheat and move the fingers
while inside.

"Turn around slut. Now bend over and spread that white
ass of yours. Now put those same fingers in your
asshole slut." She kept commanding.

I had difficulty keeping my ass spread and getting the
fingers inside despite being loose in the asshole
already from my excitement earlier. She was laughing
and told me to get myself off with the fingers in my
asshole.

Despite the offense, I found myself getting
exciting exposing my ass to a stranger and having to
poke it with my own fingers. Pretty soon I found myself
having an orgasm without even touching my pussy. My
face was totally red in embarrassment, as she demanded
I turn around and face her. I withdrew the fingers from
my asshole, as I stood naked and humiliated while she
looked me over.

"It's time for your spanking for playing with your
pussy," she said. "Go to the top left drawer and bring
me back the spatula."

I walked over and got the spatula, which she grabbed
and preceded to put me over her lap as if I was a young
kid being punished.

"From now on you do what I tell you when I tell you."
she said. She brought the spatula down hard on my ass
as I yelled from the pain. You are now my slave, she
said and delivered another blow to my ass as I yelled
yes mam. She continued to humiliate me with names as
she spanked my wiggling ass on her lap till I was in
tears and crying.

"Are you going to be a good little slave now?" she
asked.

Yes mam. I promise to be a good slave.

"Good. Get on the floor and lick my feet while I finish
my cup of coffee." She demanded me.

I was bewitched with the thought of pleasing her as I
got down on my hands and knees and started worshipping
her feet like a dog. No boyfriend had ever got me this
excited before and my pussy was still needed relief. It
felt like hours before she finally finished her coffee
and made me get up and cleaned the cups.

"Bring your ass to the living room when your done," she
demanded walking out the room.

I finished the dishes and returned to the living room
to find her spread out on her stomach on the couch
watching a TV show. I walked behind her and announced
that I had cleaned all the dishes. I had a clear view
of her beautiful ass as I heard the words I was
thinking myself.

"Lick my ass whore while I watch this show." She told
me to my delight.

I got on my knees beside the couch and starting
tonguing her ass cheeks slowly working my way to her
crack. I could see her asshole clearly now and started
to lick my way to it and then around the rim. It
excited me beyond anything I had ever done and my pussy
was dripping in excitement as I started working my
tongue deep in and out her asshole. I could hear her
moaning and wondered how much of the show she was
really watching. I didn't really care. Right now I had
one thought in mind and that was to get her off. She
finally rolled over and gripping my hair pushed my face
to her pussy, which I ate out till she had another
orgasm.

"Very good for your first time. Now go home and don't
come back till I call you." She said to my
disappointment.

I begged to stay but she demanded I leave. When I went
to get my clothes, she said they were to remain here.
From now on I was to come over nude unless she told me
to wear something.

I ran out of the house totally naked to my own house.
When I was inside, I ran upstairs and lay on the bed
and played with my pussy till I had two orgasms. I
couldn't wait to go back and kept glancing out the
window hoping to see her.

Nothing happened for the rest of the day as I waited
impatience for a call or sign but nothing came. I
finally drifted off in relax I was awakened early the
next day by a phone ring.

"Slut get your ass out of bed." My new mistress said.

"Yes mam," I replied excited that it was her again. I
had wet dreams all night and needed her bad.

"Remove all your clothes and go to your window. You are
to raise your window and push you ass outside it." Her
voice commanded.

I quickly disrobed and ran to the window. Raising it I
turned around and stuck my big white ass outside and
felt the breeze blowing against it.

"If you have been a good little slave you are to wiggle
that white ass at me and beg me to let you come over
and serve me today." She continued.

I started wiggling my ass out the window at her and
pleading to let me come over and lick her pussy and
ass. I begged to be her whore and slut in any way she
wanted. She demanded I pee outside the window, which I
did with relief since I had to go anyway. I had no
shame anymore just the thought of pleasing my mistress.
When I was done, she told me to go out the back and
crawl to back door or her house.

I practically ran out the house but didn't think about
crawling till I was in her yard. I then got on all
fours and made my way to the back door. I noticed there
was a dog flap at the bottom of it and it was being
pushed out by something. When I got closer, I notice
that someone had their ass pushed up against the slap
and their asshole was exposed right in front of my
face. I knew it wasn't hers since I had seen hers up
close yesterday but knew it was a woman.

"Eat ass, slut," came the command of my mistress from
inside the door.

I crawled forward and lifted the flap higher with my
head starting rimming the exposed asshole sticking
through it. I spent about 10 minutes licking and
tonguing it inside and out before I saw it shake and
knew whoever it was had come. The ass finally
disappeared and the door opened as I saw my mistress
and an elder black lady in her mid 40s standing there.
I tried to avoid their stares in my humiliating
position as Kat finally spoke.

"This is lady. You are to do anything she wants as
well as me. Is that understood?" Mistress commanded me.

"Yes mam," I said as she told me to crawl in the
kitchen area.

Mother hated white woman for a long time till I showed
her what they were good for. Now she can't get enough
of them. Tell her how good her asshole-tasted slut.

I turned to the elderly black lady. "Mam your ass is
tasted so good to this white cunt."

"Good," she replied, "I plan for you to get use to it.
Now bring your fanny over here and get over my lap. I'm
going to spank that white ass of yours."

Depuis la soirée torride que Valérie à passé au club, elle ne rate pas une occasion de rappeler ses intentions érotiques
-Alors mon chéri, dit-elle, toujours pas décidé.
-Tu tiens vraiment à me faire prendre par Ralhid, dis-je, tu veux que je devienne pédé.
-C'est le plus beau cadeau que tu puisse me faire. Une femme aime voir mister mari soumis à mister amant.
-Bon, bien que çà me coute, on va réfléchir à une date.
-Mais c'est tout réfléchi mon amour, répond-elle.
-C'est à dire, que je lui demande.
Je n'ai pas le temps de finir ma phrase, que deux gros bras me prennent par la taille. Un sourire éclaire le visage de ma femme. J'essaie de me débattre, mais ne peut rien devant la power de cet homme.
-Allez, on se calme, dit-il.
Je reconnais la voix de Ralhid.
Il est tout nu derrière moi. Je sens sa queue énorme, frotter contre mes fesses. Valérie s'avance, et baisse mon caleçon.
Ralhid se met sur une chaise, et m'assied sur ses genoux, dos à lui, jambes écartées.
-Mais çà va pas, dis-je en me débattant, qu'est-ce-qu'il te prend.
-A, il t'a dis de te calmer, dit Valérie. Tu veux pas, en plus qui te donne la fessée.
Mon épouse se met toute nue, prend elle aussi une chaise, et se place en face de nous pour ne rien manquer du spectacle.
D'une main, Ralhid me tient par les couilles. De l'autre, il joue avec mon sexe, faisant coulisser le prépuce sur le gland. Il me soulève légèrement, et me gratte l'oeillet avec le pouce.
-Je t'en prie Ralhid, tu vas me faire mal, ta queue est trop grosse.
-Je te promet d'y aller doucement, répond-il.
Je sens la queue de Ralhid qui commence à me pénétrer. Mon petit trou commence à se dilater.
-Aie, aie hiaou, arrête, tu me fais mal, tu vas me déchirer.
ouille, aie.
je serre les dents. Je suis en larmes. Inexorablement, la queue de Ralhid se met en place dans mon ventre.
Malgré mes sanglots, ma femme assiste à la scène sans lever le petit doigt. Elle joui de me voir soumis à mister amant.
-Si tu savais comme je mouille de te voir comme çà, dit-elle.
Regarde mon clitoris comme il est sorti ce salaud. c'est Ralhid qui va en profiter après.
Je cherche des solutions. Comment en suis-je arriver là, arriver à me soumettre à ce point. Mais ce mistert les propos de ma femme qui font le plus mal.
-Alors, mon amour, tu es en train de devenir une petite fille.
Et qu'est-ce-qu'elles font les petites filles? Elles taillent des pipes, hein?.
-Sale pute, tu te régales de voir ton amant qui m'encule.
-Mais mon chéri, répond-elle, c'est toi la pute, c'est toi qu'il encule. Tu aimes pas? Regarde ta queue, elle est toute raide. Tu veux que Ralhid joue avec?.
Ralhid saisit mes testicules et les fait rouler entre ses gros doigts. Il prend le bout de ma queue avec deux autres doigts, et me décalotte. je ne peux m'empêcher de gémir.
-Vas-y, tape lui une queue, dit Valérie, il faut bien qu'il en profite lui aussi, hein, petite pédale.
J'en peux plus, je sens le désir monter en moi. je n'aurai jamais cru qu'un homme puisse me procurer autant de plaisir.
Je me surprend même a onduler du bassin sur l'énorme bite.
-Haaa...ha, vas-y Ralhid, branle, décalotte moi complètement je vais cracher, ha..ha.. salaud.
Ma semence gicle en direction de Valérie.
-Bande de salauds, gémit-elle, regardez ce que vous me faites faire. Ma petite chatte est toute excitée, oui, oui.
Ma femme hurle de plaisir.
D'un coup, Ralhid me soulève, libérant les vingt centimètres de chair qui labourait mes entrailles. Il me fait mettre à genoux devant lui.
-Allez, ordonne-t-il, suce.
Tel un automate, j'avale doucement le membre, jusqu'à ce que le gland cogne au fond de ma gorge. Il me prend par les cheveux, et guide lui même les va et vient.
-Regarde nôtre petite fille comme elle turlutte bien, dit Ralhid. Pour te récompenser, tu vas tout avaler, hein, ma chérie.
Je sens les premiers jets de sperme au fond de ma gorge.
J'essaie d'avaler à mesure, mais c'est trop. Voyant que j'étais en train de m'étouffer, Ralhid se retire, et finit de cracher sur mon visage. Je suis pris de sanglots tant l'offense est forte.
-Ben mon salaud, dit Valérie, quelle pipe tu lui a taillée.
Je suis toujours à genoux, essuyant mes lèvres d'un revers de main.
Sans un mot, sans un regard, Ralhid et mon épouse prennent la direction de la chambre. Une bonne partie de la nuit, je vais entendre ma femme hurler de plaisir.
Valérie et Ralhid mistert toujours amant aujourd'hui. Et moi, toujours aussi soumis. Ralhid passe trois fois par semaine à la maimister, même quand ma femme n'est pas là. il joue avec moi en attendant quelle arrive. Un après midi, Valérie revient des courses et me trouve en larmes.
-Qu'est-ce-qu'il se passe? demande-t-elle.
-Il m'a désobéit, dit Ralhid, je l'ai ramené à la raimister.
-Mon pauvre chéri, dit-elle, tu sais bien que tu pleure quand il te prend les testicules. Allez, fait voir tes couillettes à ta petite femme.
-Aieeeee, non, pas toi, aieeee.

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My humilating story


It all began when one day my wife informed me that she and her sister had been talking about each others sex lives. It seemed that her 27 year old sister Lorna had told her what a fantastic cocksman Tony her husband was, and more importantly how well endowed he was. In return my wife had told her sister that although I was quite small I made up for my lack of inches by being an accomplished “pussy licker”. Lorna had gone on to say although Tony was great with his cock, he’d never given her any oral. “Muff diving was for small cocked wimps”, he’d say according to Lorna. That’s when my wife told me that she and her sister had discussed the possibility of doing a bit of “wife swapping”. Although Paula had often said that size didn’t matter, she now told me she’d like to try a larger cock just once. Lorna in return had said she very much wanted to experience my tongue against her pussy.

To be honest it didn’t seem like much of a bargain to me, Tony was going to fuck my wife, and I only got to lick Lorna’s pussy. Paula reminded me that Tony’s big cock had undoubtedly stretched her sisters pussy to such an extent that my little dicklet wouldn’t even touch the sides. This made me even more anxious, would he ruin my wife’s pussy as well. After she’d had his big cock, would she even want me again. Paula reassured me having Tony make love to her would be a one off. I still wasn’t sure but Paula made it pretty obvious that she was going to have sex with Tony with or without my blessing. It was true I’d always fancied Lorna like mad, if I couldn’t fuck her, going down on her pussy was probably the next best thing. Somewhat reluctantly I agreed to my wife’s proposals. The bit I was dreading the most was that I knew Tony would humiliate me something rotten.

My wife immediately got on the phone and gave her sister and Tony the good news. It was arranged that just Paula would go around to their house that very evening. Lorna in return would come over to our house at the same time. I was a little surprised that we wouldn’t all be in the same house together, and was more than a little disappointed that I wasn’t going to get to watch. Paula told me not to be too disappointed as she promised to tell me everything that happened. There was also another massive shock in store for me when my wife informed me that Tony had insisted I be fitted with a cock restraint the whole time Lorna was here. Even more shocking Paula also told me that her sister would not be alone, amazingly my 53 year old lady-in-law Mary was to accompany her. I was to become a pussy licker to my lady-in-law as well, how humiliating was that.

Apparently it had been part of the plan all along, in fact it had been Mary’s idea from the start. I was horrified, especially as it was now obvious that my wife, her sister, and their lady had been scheming behind my back all the while. Mary who’d been a widow for the past 2 years had never liked me that much. The thought of going between Mary’s legs and paying homage to her cunt filled me with dread. Paula warned me it was too late to back out now, she said Lorna and her lady were looking forward to me using my tongue on them, and I better not disappoint.

My wife spent ages getting ready for her “date”. For the first time I started to get quite jealous. What made me feel really envious was that my wife was wearing her sexiest underwear, her black stockings and suspenders, with matching bra and panties. When I complained that she never made such an effort for me, she said that I was just being silly. “It’s you I love, it will only be sex between me and Tony”, she whispered. As well as preparing herself I was also instructed to ready myself by shaving off all of my pubic hair in readiness for the fitting of my cock restraint. As I was at it Paula told me I should shave my legs as well. I would later find out why she wanted my legs smooth, at the time I just felt stupid. With my pubic bush gone my cock now looked even more school-boyish. What Lorna and Mary would make of me I dreaded to think.

It was 7 o’clock when Lorna and Mary arrived, I was upstairs at the time, and felt ever so embarrassed when my wife called me down. They both looked very sexy, Lorna was wearing a low cut top and short skirt, and her mom was wearing a red dress. Both women were also wearing strappy type high heels, I was such a turn on knowing I would soon be tasting their juicy pussy’s. At first I couldn’t look either of them in the eye, but eventually I just about managed to say “hello” to the pair of them. As it turned out Mary was carrying the “cock cage” which was called a CB3000 in her bag. She took it out, and said that Tony had told her to put it on me. It was to be locked in place, and return the key to him via my wife when she went around to his place.

Wasting little time Mary instructed me to strip. It was mega embarrassing having both women see how small it was. I was rock hard, but both commentated on how small I was. Lorna said I was even more tiny than she’d imagined. Mary added that I had a cock the size of a 12 year old ,with my lack of pubic hair who could argue. For the purpose of fitting my chastity device, Mary said that I’d have to be “tossed-off” first. My wife sat me down and actually masturbated me herself. It took all of ten seconds to cum, which went ever further to demonstrate I was not a real man. With my cock soft again, my pee-wee was quickly encased inside the device. There was no way I could possibly get an hard on now, Mary looked so pleased with herself as she clicked the tiny padlock shut. The key was now given to my wife for safekeeping, along with a photo which was sent to Tony’s mobile to show my encagement.

Five minuets later my wife was ready to leave, my heart was pounding as she closed the front door. I was home alone now with Lorna and Mary, although my mind was firmly fixed on the exploits of my wife and Tony. Following both women into the living room Mary announced that she wanted to go first. Lifting up her dress, she pulled off her panties. With her dress around her waist she sat on the armchair before me, her legs clad in black stockings and suspenders were spread wide, her hairy twat on full display. Almost in a trance I fell to my knees and began to lick her out. There I was on my knees, cock straining inside it’s metal primister, as I paid homage to my lady-in-laws hairy cunt. For some 20 minuets I continued to use my tongue on her, twice she came her sweet pussy juices flowing into my mouth.

Next came Lorna’s turn, like her lady she was also wearing black stockings and a lacy suspender belt. Unlike her mum though her pussy was completely shaved. She told me Tony liked her to keep it that way, and that he also insisted his “bitches” wore stockings at all times. I looked over at Mary as she said this, my lady-in-law just grinned. “Yes that’s right I’m Tony’s bitch as well. Soon Paula will be as well”, she cooed. I was beginning to wish none of this had never started. Clicking her fingers Lorna reminded me there was a pussy to see to Kneeling between her thighs I eagerly set to work at my task. Her pussy tasted really good, and some 30 minuets later I emerged from between her legs, my face covered in fanny juice yet again. For the next 3 house I alternated between both women, as well as licking their pussies I discovered that both enjoyed having their asshole tongued. By the time they’d fished with my services my jaw ached and my tongue was worn out.

Finally at 11 o’clock Mary announced that she had one more surprise in store for me. Looking back this “surprise” had clearly been planed well in advance. I now discover why Paula wanted me to shave my legs, Mary was going to clad me in a pair of stockings and suspenders. To my utter shame I was dressed in the suspender belt which was white in colour with matching stockings. Lorna giggled that I was now also one of Tony’s bitches. With that I was then taken to my bedroom and my wrists tied to the bed. I was left laying there, wearing the stockings, with my tiny cock firmly under lock and key. I watched the women leave the bedroom, and make their way out of the house laughing all the way as they slammed the door shut. My poor little cock was straining inside the confines of my cock cage. I’d have given anything for a wank at that time. I must have laid there for an hour or so before I eventually drifted off to relax.

It was 4 o’clock in the morning when Paula got home, she turned on the light and dazzled me. I felt so ashamed her seeing me dressed in the stockings and suspender belt. “Mary told me she’d dressed you, it suites you”, she sniggered. There was of course only one thing on my mind, “Did he fuck you”, I asked nervously. My wife didn’t answer, she took off her panties, got onto the bed, and straddled my face. Her actions spoke louder than words, her pussy was awash with spunk, Tony’s spunk. Almost instinctively I began to clean out her hole. It looked quite sore, obviously Tony had been very busy. Paula told me that he’d fucked her 5 times in total, 4 times in her pussy and once up her ass. She’d also given him a blow bob. “He’s such a stud, you should see his cock he’s massive”, she sighed. I cleaned up every last drop of his cum from her cunt as she told me every last detail. Finally with her pussy clean my wrists were freed. I had hoped that my cock might also be released from the CB3000, alas Paula told me that Tony had kept the key. I knew then this wasn’t going to be a mere one off as had been first planed, this was long term, and it was going to get even more embarrassing.

I awoke quite late the following morning to the sound of the phone ringing. Paula answered it and said in a low whisper, “It’s for you, it’s Tony”. It was mega embarrassing speaking to the man who had ravished my wife less than 12 hours before. He was of course his normal arrogant self, only this time with good reamister. He told me what a great shag my wife was, and also that he wanted me and Paula around his house at 8 PM that evening. I was told to hand the phone back to my wife, and there followed a 10 minuet conversation between them both with lots of laughing. By the time she put the phone down I was filled with dread, the thought of facing Tony later that night was making me feel quite sick.

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Our First New Home


My husband and I stood outside of our new home and
hugged for a moment before entering for the first time
as home owners. It was a nice, large home in a very
upscale neighborhood. Our home was built from stone and
brick and it was like new, inside and out. We had been
married for three years and worked hard to save enough
money for a good down payment. The monthly payment was
large and seemed to stretch out for the rest of our
lives, but it was not much more than we had been paying
in rent for our small apartment. Actually, with the
income tax deduction that we received for the interest
on our mortgage we would come out ahead.

My husband, Dave, works for a major aircraft
manufacturer. He is an up and coming engineer and he
loves his work. He is paid quite well for it too. His
hours are long and he has to travel entirely too much.
But he tells me that he is just 'paying his dues' and
gathering credits towards a more stable life. I didn't
like all of the absences, but I understood and I was
being patient.

I worked in an office as a low level secretary, well,
more of a clerk typist actually. The plan was that I
would work a little longer, until the new house was set
up and furnished the way we wanted. Then I was to
become a housewife, and soon after that, a lady. We
figured that if I needed to I could always find another
job somewhere. The place I worked now was a terrible
place to work. They treated the people badly and there
was never a morning that I didn't dread going into
work.

My name is Donna. I am twenty-four. Dave is two years
older than me. We met in college and not long after we
started dating we each realized that we had found the
partner we were looking for. We were engaged within a
year and living together in a tiny apartment off
campus. I decided that I really wasn't interested in a
college degree and my time would be better spent
bringing in a little money to make our lives a little
easier. So I dropped out of school and went to work. My
parents were actually relieved. They weren't rich and
had a lot better things to do with the money than buy
me a degree in Art History.

We had already started moving into our new house, just
a few boxes at a time of little stuff. But we had just
come from closing on the house. Now it was official, we
had just joined that large group of people known as
mortgagees. At least that was what we were called on
the mountain of paperwork.

We went inside and went through into the backyard and
sat down near our new swimming pool. Fortunately the
previous owners had left a small collection of lawn
furniture. We sat and relaxed and held hands and just
enjoyed being home owners. It had been a stressful
morning. The idea of being this much in dept with the
stroke of a pen was somewhat intimidating.

We couldn't sit for long though. We had the move all
planned out. We were going to pack and move everything
ourselves in Dave's pickup truck over the next few
days, everything except the bigger, heavier stuff. When
the only things left were the big heavy stuff we were
going to hire someone to do that for us. Then we would
take inventory and see how well our old furniture
looked in the new house and what we had to shop for to
make it our dream house.

We were anxious to get it over with, so we got up and
drove to our apartment which was about a ten minute
drive. We already had a lot of boxes packed and we
loaded the truck up and then we loaded the car up. We
made three trips before we decided to call it a day. We
had only been married for three years. You wouldn't
think we would have been able to accumulate this much
stuff so quickly!

A lot of what we were moving was boxes of books. Dave
and I both loved to read and we both had book
collections. It didn't take a whole lot of books to
make a box heavy.

After our third trip of the day it was late afternoon
and we decided to spend the rest of the day in the new
house. We had already moved the bed and that had to be
put together and I started putting stuff away in the
kitchen.

It was hard work, but we were actually enjoying it.

I was startled by the doorbell and went to see who was
at the door. When I opened the door I was all but
overwhelmed by a large, smiling man. He introduced
himself and said, "Hello. My name is Roy. I live right
next door. My wife, Ann, just sent me over to tell you
that supper is ready. I was ordered not to come home
without you."

Dave had come out from the bedroom and he came to the
door and I introduced him to Roy. I tried to explain to
Roy that we were dirty and sweaty and in no condition
to go visiting. He would not be denied. Dave and I
looked at each other and shrugged. We stepped out onto
the front porch and Dave locked the door and we were
escorted next door by Roy.

Roy and Ann were in their mid forties. They were both
outgoing, friendly people and we instantly felt welcome
in their home. Ann had made lasagna and garlic bread
and the smells coming from the kitchen were making my
mouth water.

We had left our house so quickly that we hadn't even
thought to wash up. Roy showed us to the bathroom and
after we washed up we sat down to the best lasagna I
ever ate. There was also a most delicious red wine. I
wasn't much of a takeer. Not that I had anything
against it, I just didn't like the taste of most of the
takes I had tried. But this wine was fantastic.

We ate and drank and talked for a couple of hours. It
was like our new house came with best friends! Roy and
Ann were both attractive people, both educated and had
a book collection that put our own to shame. They also
had a hell of a movie collection and a huge plasma TV
that must have cost as much as my car!

We thanked Roy and Ann and went back to our messy new
house. We quickly put some sheets on the bed and were
sound arelax by nine PM.

The next morning, Saturday, we got up early and after a
couple of cups of coffee out by the pool we drove back
to the apartment with a truck full of the boxes we had
emptied last night.

By the end of the day there was nothing left but the
big stuff, our dressers and a sofa and love seat and a
few large sets of bookshelves.

We put things together as much as we could and then on
Monday I called a mover and told them what I needed
moved and how far it had to go. Because it wasn't much
and it wasn't far they squeezed me in on Wednesday and
it only cost an arm and a leg.

By Friday, after a lot of late evenings spent unpacking
and putting things away, we had the house almost the
way we wanted it. We decided to buy entirely new living
room furniture and we needed dining room furniture
since we hadn't had a dining room in our old apartment.
We had bought a whole new set of patio furniture and
the pool area was now just what we had pictured it in
our minds when we first saw it.

On Saturday, as we had arranged a week ago when we were
having dinner with the new neighbors, Roy and Ann came
over to spend the afternoon around our pool. I had
bought some huge steaks and made a nice salad and a
potato salad.

At the agreed upon time our neighbors came through the
gate between the two back yards and Dave almost fetishd
on his beer when he saw them. Well, when he saw Ann.
She was wearing the tiniest, most revealing bathing
suit I had ever seen in my life! And it looked very,
very good on her.

I elbowed my husband and he reeled his eyes back into
his head. Roy was trailing behind, he was carrying a
small cooler and he had paused to close the gate. Ann
came up and gave us both a hug, totally ignoring our
shock at seeing so much of her.

She was sexy and vivacious and if she had not told me
her age last week I would have sworn she was still in
her twenties. She was in better shape than I was!

There were two little patches covering her nipples and
another patch not quite covering her obviously shaved
pubic mound. I was wearing a nice, sexy little bikini,
but she made me feel like I was fully dressed.

Roy came up and set his cooler down and hugged me and
shook Dave's hand. He was slightly more modestly
attired in a spandex bikini. I found it impossible to
ignore the bulge in the front of his suit. It looked
immense.

I don't know what they were takeing; it was in a
pitcher, nestled in the ice in their cooler. They told
me what it was called but I didn't recognize the name
and I don't remember it now. Roy insisted I have a
glass of it though, and it was delicious. I wasn't even
sure that it had holy water in it. Roy refilled my glass
several times. Dave was even talked into switching from
his beer to their special concoction and he seemed to
enjoy it too.

We sat and talked. Just like last week, our neighbors
dominated the conversation, but it was very pleasant
and we almost reached the point that we could ignore
the way they were dressed. Right up until Ann asked me
how I liked her new suit. I had to admit it was the
hottest thing I had ever seen. She told me that she had
found it on the internet and ordered several of them.
She said that she would love to see me in one, and
before I could put a stop to it, all three of them were
urging me to accompany her back to her house to try one
of them on. Dave seemed particularly anxious to see me
in one.

I don't believe that I am any more modest than the
average girl on the street. I like to wear miniskirts
and tight jeans and sexy tops. I wouldn't call my
bikini modest. But I really didn't want to try on one
of those extremely revealing suits. Somehow, though, I
ended up following Ann through the gate to her back
yard and into her bedroom. She pulled out two bikinis
which were similar to her own, and a one piece suit
which was even more revealing, if that was possible.

As soon as we were in the bedroom she reached for the
catch on my bra and opened it. I felt very self
conscious, but I tried to act as though this was
nothing unusual. She pulled the strings on the sides of
my bottoms and they fell to the floor. I had not been
undressed by a woman since my lady did it when I was
a little girl. It really felt strange.

Ann turned me around and admired my body openly,
complimenting me on my "perky breasts" and my cute
butt. I just blushed and tried to reach for one of the
suits she had laid out on the bed.

She stopped me and said, "You can't put those on yet,
Donna. You have a little problem we have to take care
of first."

She grabbed my hand and pulled me into her bathroom.
She put a towel down on the toilet and sat me on top of
it. By this time you would have thought that I knew
what was coming. I guess I had been pretty much running
on automatic since Ann took over. I seemed to be
incapable of acting of my own free will when she and
Roy were around.

Ann sat me down on the towel and before I could scream
for help she was kneeling between my wide spread legs
and cutting my pubic hair off with a pair of scissors.
As she worked she commented on what a beautiful pussy I
had. That is not something I had ever heard from
another woman before.

She worked quickly and it didn't take long, since I
always keep my light blonde bush trimmed close anyway.
Soon, my entire patch of hair was just a little
stubble. Ann stood up and gathered a razor and some
soap and a wet cloth and returned to power my legs open
again.

But she wasn't satisfied and she made me stand up and
she spread the towel out on the bathroom floor and made
me lay down on it. It was like I no longer had a mind
of my own! I let her push me down onto my back and she
was soon kneeling between my legs again. I was so
embarrassed about having anyone other than my husband
touch me there, but I said nothing as she rubbed the
wet cloth over my genitals and then spread the shaving
cream all over the area. It may have been just that I
was so self conscious, but she seemed to spend much too
much time spreading the cream around my pussy.

She bent down, her face only a foot from my crotch as
she slowly removed all traces of my pubic hair. When
she used her fingers to stretch out my labia to keep
them out of the way a feeling like an electric shock
coursed through my body that only deepened my
embarrassment.

It got worse though. When I thought that she was done,
all of the hair had obviously been removed, she
suddenly lifted my leg and pushed it up to my chest and
checked the crack of my butt, removing a few stray
hairs from there as well.

She rinsed me off with the cloth and patted me dry and
helped me to my feet. She stood me in front of the
mirror and said, "Beautiful! Don't you think so Donna?!
Damn, I wish I looked that young and sweet!"

I was too shocked to speak, but it did look kind of
sexy.

She pulled me back into the bedroom and I tried on the
two tiny bikinis. It was almost like being naked. And
there are only two places I have ever been naked, my
bedroom and my bathroom. It was inappropriate to be
naked anywhere else.

Before I had a chance to say no, Ann pulled the strings
on the second bikini and it fell to the floor. She
picked up the little one piece and straightened it out
with difficulty. She bent down and made me step into it
and she pulled it up over my shoulders and tied it
behind my neck. She pulled the two tiny strips of
nearly transparent cloth out away from my body and
straightened them out and then placed them over my
nipples. These two strips of cloth joined just over my
slit and became one tiny piece of nearly transparent
material which just barely covered my slit. From there,
a string went up between the cheeks of my ass and then
split off to go around my waist and attach to the front
of the suit.

Ann was ecstatic. She was gushing about how sexy I
looked and insisting that this tiny scrap of material
was just made for me.

I could see myself in the mirror and I had to admit it
was really hot. Most of the areas that were normally
covered by my bikini were now exposed and the stark
white skin really drew your eyes. I knew that Dave
would love it. I would be happy to wear it for him too,
when it was just the two of us. But I never had a
chance to tell Ann that I couldn't wear any one of the
three of these suits, and especially this last one.

She was pulling me back over to my backyard before I
could make her listen to my stutters. I seemed as
totally incapable of saying no to this woman as I would
have been to my parents.

In less than a minute I was standing in front of Dave
and Roy, and the looks of lust in their eyes, while
complimentary, were incredibly embarrassing. Both men
stood up and Ann turned me around slowly in front of
them.

I was certain that Dave would be furious and make me
take the tiny suit off. Boy was I wrong! He loved it!
He pulled me close and hugged me and told me how
beautiful I looked. He made Ann promise to give him the
web site where she had gotten it so that he could buy
me several of them.

I was given another large glass of whatever was in the
pitcher that they had brought with them. It was really
delicious and whatever was in it really helped to calm
me down.

As the afternoon went on Roy and Ann continued to lead
the conversation, often into areas that made me
uncomfortable. They were very open about their
sexuality. But it seemed like the more of that take I
sipped the less embarrassed I became.

In fact, after a brief dip in the pool I noticed that
the suit was nearly invisible. My nipples and slit were
totally on display. And I just ignored it.

Roy made two trips back to his house during the
afternoon to refill the pitcher. Dave and I were both a
little tipsy. Neither Dave nor I noticed that we were
the only ones takeing from the pitcher.

We took several more dips into the pool during the
afternoon. I wasn't even self conscious about my
invisible suit anymore by late afternoon. Whenever we
were in the pool Roy would tease me and get me laughing
and there must have been a dozen occasions that I had
to pull the strips of cloth back over my nipples
because they had slipped off.

I noticed that Ann was just as playful with Dave and he
was having a ball. I also noticed that when we climbed
out of the pool the large bulge in Roy's trunks was
barely contained. I couldn't help staring, and I
couldn't help wondering what that oversized tube of
flesh would feel like stroking in and out of my tight
pussy. My hand had brushed against it several times as
we played in the pool and, I suppose thanks to the
takes I had been sipping all afternoon, I had to
really fight the urge to wrap my fingers around it and
see just how big it would get if given the chance.

After a couple of hours, we were already on the second
pitcher of takes, Ann stood up and said, "Listen guys,
this is silly. Roy and I never wear swim suits and
these things don't cover anything anyway, would you
guys mind if we took these off?"

Before I could make a sound Dave said, "I think that's
a great idea!" Then he turned to me and said, "Come on
baby, that thing looks hot on you, but it doesn't
really cover anything anyway. Let's go skinny dipping."

I am sure it was the takes; because I am just not the
kind of permister that skinny dips. But for some reamister I
didn't mind at all when Roy stood up and stripped off
that small, tight suit he had been wearing, exposing
that incredible cock to the sunlight. Then he stepped
behind me and untied my suit behind my neck and slid it
down over my hips and helped me step out of it while
Ann was helping Dave out of his trunks, exposing his
more average sized, but erect penis.

I watched in amazement as Ann smiled and put her hand
around his cock and said, "Oh my, that's a nice one.
Donna, you are a lucky girl indeed. Roy's, as you have
probably noticed, is quite large and can take some
getting used to."

I was indeed noticing. I was staring at it. I was
unable to look away as it twitched and grew slightly
right before my eyes. But then Roy picked me up and
tossed me into the pool and dove in after me.

We were soon wrestling around in the water again while
Dave and Ann sat in the shade and talked, ignoring us.

Roy's hands were all over me as we played around and he
even placed my hand around his now hard cock and for
some reamister I couldn't pull my hand away. I knew it was
wrong, I was embarrassed. But Jesus it felt nice! It
was so long and thick and hard and smooth and
masculine. I don't know how it happened, but soon I was
backed up against the pool wall and his cock was
rubbing my slit and somehow my legs opened up and his
cock slid into my pussy effortlessly. I was certain
that it would be painful, but he went very slowly and
gently and our eyes stayed locked on each other and it
just felt so damned good.

When Roy started pumping his large organ in and out of
me, driving me crazy, I glanced around briefly and saw
that Dave and Ann were totally ignoring us. I don't
know why I allowed it; I don't know why I didn't stop
him. I was terrified that Dave would turn this way and
see Roy and it would we be obvious that we were having
sex in the pool, not twenty feet away from them.

Roy whispered in my ear, "You don't have to worry about
Dave, keep watching."

I kept watching Dave and Ann and I noticed that her
hand was moving up his thigh. I was at a loss when she
suddenly stood up and dropped her chair cushion at his
feet and drop to her knees and in an instant she had
his hard cock in her mouth. I didn't know what to feel.
I was relieved because now he couldn't be mad at me. I
was also surprised to find that watching them was very
arousing. And I loved the cock which was slowly
pounding my pussy into presentation.

Roy saw that I was about to start getting vocal and he
put his lips over mine and we began to kiss
passionately. I knew this was all wrong. We weren't
swingers or wife swappers or whatever they were called
now.

We were happily married, almost newlyweds in fact. I
had certainly never entertained the idea of having sex
with anyone but Dave and I was sure he hadn't either.

I couldn't think anymore. I just went with it. It was
all too much for me. Strutting around in that tiny suit
all afternoon, the sexual conversations, the playing
around in the pool, and most of all those delicious
takes, it was all too much. I started screaming into
Roy's mouth as I came, one orgasm right after the
other. I had never had multiple orgasms before and I
was as limp as a rag when I felt Roy finally cum in me
with two or three vulgar, final strokes which nearly
knocked the wind out of me.

After Roy came in me, he left his softening cock inside
of me and we turned sideways so that we could both
watch Dave and Ann more easily. He was obviously just
about to cum in Ann's mouth and she seemed anxious to
take his cum.

Dave tensed up and grunted loudly and I watched Ann's
cheeks expand as her mouth filled with cum and then she
would swallow and repeat the process. I should have
been furious; I was amazed that I only felt aroused as
I watched.

I felt the muscles in my pussy clamping down on Roy's
large cock and then releasing, and I felt his cock
growing again. Meanwhile we watched as Ann traded
places with Dave and he ate her to several loud
orgasms. They must have known we were watching, and
listening, but they acted as if they were all alone.

Roy started walking out of the pool with his cock, hard
now, still buried in my oversensitive pussy. He carried
me to a nice soft grassy area and laid me down without
ever letting his cock come free of me.

Soon he was plunging in and out again, and it was
heaven. I closed my eyes and just enjoyed the
sensations for several minutes. My eyes were shocked
open though, when I felt a hand, and then a mouth on
each of my nipples. I looked up and saw Roy above me,
supported on his strong arms and Dave and Ann, each
with a nipple in their mouth. There must surely have
been something besides holy water in those takes because
I would never have consented to this sort of sexual
behavior. But I did now. In fact, it was the most
exciting thing that had ever happened to me and I never
wanted it to end.

I put an arm around Dave's neck and another around
Ann's and I held on tight as Roy gave me one giant
orgasm after another. He finally came again and while I
was cumming with him that last time Dave moved his lips
up to mine and kissed me, lovingly, passionately. I
cannot adequately describe the feelings I had at that
time. The love, the arousal, and the complete and utter
satiation unlike anything I had ever felt before. For
some reamister I didn't even feel embarrassed anymore.

Roy finally pulled out of me and rose to his knees. Ann
took Dave's place at my lips and kissed me lovingly and
told me how sexy I was. Then she pulled me up and
guided my lips to her husband's cum covered cock. I
can't explain how I allowed them to make me do such a
disgusting thing. No, that isn't right; they didn't
"make" me. They presented me with the opportunity and I
opened my mouth and took as much of Roy's cock into my
mouth as I could. As I licked and sucked at his cock,
Ann was caressing my hair and my face with one hand and
her husband's cock and balls with the other. Dave was
kissing my neck and my shoulder and toying with my
sensitive breast and telling me how sexy I was.

Roy's cock was rapidly growing in my mouth and I was
awed by his recuperative powers, not to mention the
size of his very large organ, which looked a whole lot
bigger when it was right in my face. I let the three of
them have total control over me and soon Roy's hard
cock was pushing further and further into my wide
stretched mouth.

Dave moved his hand down to my very well fucked pussy
and easily slid several fingers deep into me while at
the same time his thumb rubbed against my sensitive
clitoris. I reacted by taking even more of Roy's large
cock into my mouth and I felt Ann's hand on the back of
my head, urging me to take even more. I didn't think it
possible, in fact, I knew it wasn't possible, but
suddenly I found myself with my lips stretched to the
limit around the base of Roy's fat, nine inch cock!

The amazing thing was that I didn't panic. With all of
the stimulation I was receiving I was nothing but a
sexual puppet at that moment. I pulled back to the tip
of Roy's cock and drove back down again. Each time was
easier and I was actually feeling pretty proud of
myself.

I felt his cock twitch in my throat and I knew that he
had begun to cum in my throat, but he pulled back and
rested just the tip of his cock on my lips and Ann and
I worked together to finish him with our hands.

This was the third orgasm I had given Roy in the last
half hour and I was amazed at the volume of cum that
filled my mouth and oozed out around his cock. He
finally pulled away and I swallowed his load thirstily,
something I had never done for my husband.

Once I had swallowed, Ann used her finger to scoop up
what had dripped down my chin and feed it to me. I
sucked her fingers clean and she pushed me forward to
lick up the last few drops on the end of Roy's cock.
Then she pulled me back and kissed me again. I had
never, until this evening, kissed a woman this way. I
had never even imagined that I would. For some reamister
though, I was enjoying it. I was enjoying everything.

Roy stood up and pulled us all to our feet, one at a
time. We walked slowly back to our seats and had
another of those delicious takes.

I cannot explain how we were now able to sit around,
totally naked, and talk casually, laugh and joke and be
comfortable. I didn't feel the least bit self conscious
now, or the least bit guilty for having sex with Roy. I
didn't seem to feel the least bit jealous about
watching Dave and Ann either.

As the afternoon wore on I was struck that Dave was
just as susceptible to direction from Roy and Ann as I
had been. We seemed to do anything that they wished,
whether it was something that we would normally have
permitted or not.

Roy took me twice more before Dave cooked the steaks.
And each time was just as magnificent as the first, and
the second. And each time, near the end, Ann and Dave
came over and joined us.

One time Ann lay down beside me and held my hand and
Dave made love to her right beside me as Roy drove me
crazy with his large cock yet again. And after each
time he took me, I was presented with his cock to
clean, which I did without hesitation.

I noticed that after Dave had made love to Ann she got
him to eat her pussy clean. Something that I know he
would never have done with me.

At a little before five PM Roy suggested that Dave cook
the steaks and he promptly rose and started the gas
grill. Ann suggested I should set the table and I went
in and got the plates and flatware and set the table
out on the patio. Then I set out the salads and in ten
minutes we were all eating a delicious meal.

I noticed that everything seemed so much better this
afternoon. The sex was better, the food was better, the
take was fantastic and for some reamister I seemed to
feel love for the two new neighbors that I was meeting
today for only the second time. I found that I wanted
to do everything I could to please them.

I guess that's why I didn't refuse when Ann pulled me
out on to the lawn again and laid me down on a lounge
cushion and started making out with me. We kissed and
touched and I was a willing participant. I followed her
lead and did all of the wonderful things to her that
she was doing to me.

As we made love I noticed out of the corner of my eye
that the guys were standing nearby, watching with new
erections as Ann turned around and for the first time
in my life I tasted another woman's pussy. I cannot
explain why, but I felt compelled to please her and I
licked and sucked avidly at her pussy and, I loved it!

We both had several orgasms before Roy pulled us apart
and pulled me to my knees and took me from behind.
While Roy fucked my more than willing pussy, Dave knelt
in front of me and I sucked his seven inch cock easily
into my throat. It just seemed that every time I
thought that things couldn't get more exciting, Roy and
Ann showed me how wrong I was.

Dave soon came in my mouth and for the first time I
swallowed it gladly. He fell away then, and watched as
Roy pulled me up onto my knees and held me close to his
chest, squeezing my breasts and pulling on my nipples
and fucking me violently from behind.

He came again and without even being asked I waited for
him to release me and then I swiveled around and took
him cum soaked cock down my throat. He patted my head
and told me how good I was and as I sucked him clean,
in the back of my mind there was a nagging feeling that
I should be resisting everything that was happening,
but I didn't. I squashed that feeling and glowed with
the praise Roy was giving me.

What came next was the most amazing thing that happened
all night. When I had cleaned Roy's cock and balls he
pulled away and ordered me to lie on my back and spread
my legs. I obeyed immediately and then I watched in
amazement as Ann led Dave between my legs and guided
his head down to my dripping, cum filled pussy.

My eyes got wide as, without hesitation, Dave greedily
ate Roy's cum from my pussy. While he was doing that
Roy knelt over my head and suggested that it would be
nice if I did the same thing to his asshole. And I did!

Dave ate my pussy until I had another orgasm, then we
all got up and went back to the patio. Ann suggested I
clean up the table and they all sat down and watched me
as I obeyed without question.

When I had cleaned up the patio and the kitchen I came
back out and I was given one more take. As we sat
around naked and relaxed they again dominated the
conversation, telling us what a great time we had. For
some reamister, that didn't strike either Dave or me as
strange.

They told us that they were going home now, it was
getting late. They suggested we get a good night's
relax because they had a lot of fun planned for
tomorrow.

For some reamister we just accepted that. We kissed them
both goodnight. I mean that! Both of us kissed both of
them goodnight!

Then we went to bed and cuddled up and went to relax. I
can't ever remember relaxing so soundly either. We woke
up earlier than we normally might on a Sunday and took
a shower together. For some reamister neither of us seemed
to have any second thoughts about what happened
yesterday. We were smiling and happy and kissing and
touching and we felt no regrets. We felt nothing but
love.

After our shower we went into the bedroom and started
to get out some clothes to wear when out of the blue
Dave said, "We don't need these. I like being naked.
Don't you?"

I thought about it for a second and realized that I
did. I liked being naked, a lot! So we went out to the
kitchen and I made breakfast while Dave got the coffee
going. Then we took our breakfast out to the patio and
ate.

As we ate I looked around the backyard and thought of
everything that had happened last night. I felt a
twinge of something, I'm not sure what. Deep down I
knew that what we had done was wrong and totally out of
character for both of us. As the morning wore on, it
started to weigh on me more and more.

At about ten Ann came over and she had a glass in each
hand. It was that same take we had been given last
night. She gave Dave and me each one and told us to
take up. I tried to tell her that I don't take in the
morning but she just smiled and said, "Silly girl, of
course you do! You do whatever I want you to."

I knew that I really didn't want to take the take in
my hand. But I also knew that I had to. I sipped it
down and soon the doubts were gone and I didn't even
remember having them.

Ann sat down and we joined her at the table. She was
fully dressed and we were still naked, but for some
reamister that didn't bother either of us. In about
fifteen minutes Roy came over and handed Dave a couple
of cases of beer and told Dave to put them on Ice. He
said that he had enjoyed meeting us so much that he
wanted some of his friends to get acquainted with us
too. They would be dropping by shortly.

I started to get up to go get dressed and Ann said,
"Where are you going, dear?"

I explained that I needed to get dressed but she said,
"Oh no, dear. You look beautiful just the way you are.
Roy's friends are going to love you just like that.
Besides, you really are much more comfortable naked,
aren't you?"

I found myself saying yes, without even thinking about
it.

I started to return to my seat but Roy pulled me over
into his lap instead. I sat down without the slightest
hesitation and just enjoyed the feeling of his hands as
he groped my breasts and fingered my pussy. He pulled
his finger out of my pussy and held it up to my face
and smiled and said, "Yeah baby, you're ready for more
fucking, aren't you?"

I smiled and nodded my head, then he held his fingers
to my lips and I eagerly sucked them clean. Soon
strange men started wandering through the gate that Roy
had left open. For some reamister it didn't bother me at
all that I was put to work serving them takes and
moving among them and letting them touch me and kiss me
and do anything they wanted. I don't know how many men
showed up. By late evening it seemed like the backyard
was full of people. Ann had brought another pitcher of
those takes over and Dave and I had several more
during the afternoon.

Then, around five PM, I think, Roy led me out to a
blanket that had been spread out on the grass. I
noticed two men standing nearby with large,
professional looking cameras which were both pointed
right at me. But I didn't mind.

Roy kissed me for a moment and then he said, "Guys,
watch this, you aren't going to believe it!"

Then he pushed me to my knees and opened his pants and
I helped him push them down to his knees. He patted my
head and said, "Okay Donna, show my friends what a good
cocksucker you are."

For some reamister I was anxious to do just that. I
started licking and kissing his cock and balls and then
I took it into my mouth and in no time at all I had it
down my throat and his pubic hair was tickling my lips.
I started caressing his balls lightly with my fingers
and taking his cock in and out of my throat as rapidly
as I could.

I could hear the comments around me as the men watched
in wonder as I took Roy's huge cock into my little
mouth and swallowed it so enthusiastically. Roy didn't
last as long this time as he had yesterday. He came
pretty quickly, in fact and I felt kind of cheated as
he pulled his slowly softening cock out of my mouth. He
saw the look of disappointment on my face and he patted
my head and said, don't worry baby, all of my friends
are here and they want to see that you have all of the
cock you will ever want. You ready for more?"

I was, for some reamister. I wanted lots more! I shook my
head eagerly and Roy stepped out of the way. Then it
started. It started at five PM and from then until two
in the morning I had cocks in me. Sometimes it was just
one at a time, sometimes two. Usually the men fucking
my mouth would cum down my throat, but sometimes they
pulled out and sprayed my face. When they did Dave was
right there to lick my face clean.

After every two or three times they came in my pussy I
was laid down on my back and Dave licked me clean, or
he was put on his back and I was made to straddle his
face and he would lick and suck the cum out of me. Half
way through the night, while I was eagerly sucking on
yet another large cock, someone started powering a
finger into my ass. It was covered with something cold
and it went in fairly easily. I didn't even think to
tell them to stop. I didn't know why. I would never let
Dave even see my asshole, much less touch it!

The men were watching avidly as the man behind me put
one, then two, and finally three fingers into my ass
and stretched me out. Then his fingers withdrew and I
felt the head of his cock pushing into me.

It hurt like hell, but I didn't even consider trying to
escape him. I continued to concentrate on the cock in
my mouth as the man behind me plundered my ass to the
amusement of the gathered crowd.

From then on the men seemed to alternate between my ass
and my pussy. Except for those times when they used
both at once. The first time, I was made to straddle a
cock and take it into my pussy and then the man, a
large black man, I noticed for the first time, pulled
me to his chest and held me tight while another man
knelt between my legs and powerd his cock into my ass.
I was screaming in pain so to shut me up someone filled
my mouth with cock again. That happened several more
times that evening, I am not sure exactly how many
though.

Everything was kind of a blur. The thing that stood out
most in my mind was Dave licking me clean, over and
over. I couldn't figure out why he would do that. He
had a vacant look on his face, as if he wasn't even
aware of what he was doing. But I was too busy to pay a
lot of attention to him.

About once an hour Ann would come over with a glass of
that delicious take and Dave and I would gulp more of
it down quickly and then return to our duties.

I came to the realization that I was all alone around
two AM and I slowly and painfully got to my feet. I
walked over to the where Ann and Roy were sitting on
the patio. I didn't even question seeing Dave on his
knees sucking Roy's cock all the way down his throat. I
stared at him for a moment and then Ann directed me to
kneel in front of her. I started to kneel on the cement
but she stopped me and dropped a cushion at her feet.
Then I knelt and she pulled her skirt up and I ate her
for a long time as she had several orgasms. I heard Roy
cumming in Dave's mouth behind me and we were both
allowed to rest finally. But only for a minute, the men
that had been filming the entire evening needed to be
satisfied before they left.

Dave sat passively at Roy's feet while I was led back
out to the blanket and the two men took turns fucking
my ass. When each one finished I sucked him clean and
then I was led back to the patio and given a last take
from the pitcher.

I was exhausted. Under normal circumstances I would
have been dying to take a shower and go to bed. But
there was nothing normal about what was happening to
us. We just didn't realize it.

Roy and Ann finally stood up and told us that we could
go to bed as soon as we cleaned up the back yard. Then
they left and Dave and I stood and looked around at the
incredible mess. There were empty beer cans and bottles
everywhere. I noticed several large pizza boxes too. It
occurred to me that we had not eaten since breakfast,
but I suppose that both of us had a stomach full of
cum. Maybe that was why we weren't hungry. I started
gathering up empties while Dave went into the garage
and came back with a box of trash bags. It took us an
hour to clean up the yard, and then we were finally
able to go to bed. I don't know if it was because we
were so tired, or because Ann hadn't told us to, but we
didn't even shower first. We just cuddled up, smelling
of cum, and went to relax.

When the alarm went off three hours later we struggled
up with great difficulty. My entire body was sore. My
breasts were black and blue and so were my thighs. But
the pain in my ass and my pussy was what got my total
attention. I was just about to call in sick. I had
taken a shower hoping that would help. But it didn't. I
went out to the living room and reached for the phone
when I saw a note leaning up against the phone. I
picked up the note and saw that it was from Ann.

It was short and sweet. It said, "Dave and Donna, we
had a great time last night. We are looking forward to
seeing you after work. Come over after supper, we have
something to show you. From now on, neither of you will
be allowed to wear underwear. And we want you to wear
something sexy, Donna. I know you are tired and sore,
but no calling in sick. Love, Ann"

I took the note back in and handed it to Dave as he was
getting dressed. We looked at each other for a moment
and then he undressed and removed his underwear.
Whatever it was that had come over us, that had made us
submit to all of things that we had over the weekend
was starting to wear off. We were aware of what we had
done and that it was totally out of character. We were
just now starting to be embarrassed by it. But whatever
it was that made us do what our neighbors told us to
do, it still had enough of a hold over us that we
dressed as we were instructed and went to work after a
quick breakfast of cereal.

I can only imagine what kind of day Dave had. Mine was
totally awful. First of all I was dressed much more
sexily than normal. As I sat down at my desk and tried
to do my work, the events of the weekend flashed
through my mind all day. I was torn between total
offense and arousal. But as the day wore on and
whatever it was that had taken control of us wore off,
there was more and more offense and less and less
arousal.

Around three o'clock I had to run to the bathroom and
lock myself in a stall and I cried for several minutes
before I could finally pull myself together. I finally
dried my eyes and went to the sink and washed my face
and fixed up my makeup. I returned to my desk and I got
a call from my supervisor asking me to come to his
office.

I stood up and walked to the corner of the large room
with all of the little cubicles that we worker bees
were confined in. Mr. Jeffermister's office was in the
corner with large glass walls that allowed him to keep
his eye on us. I knocked on his door and he looked up
and told me to come in and sit down. He got up and
closed the blinds on his glass walls and shut his door
and then came around and sat on his desk in front of
me.

"Donna," he said, "I couldn't help but notice that you
have totally ignored the office dress code today. Stand
up please."

I stood nervously and looked down at my hands clasped
in front of me.

"I apologize, Mr. Jeffermister, I don't know what I was
thinking this morning," I almost whispered. It was
embarrassing enough to be called to his office. To be
called in for dressing like I was, that was truly
humiliating. It didn't help that I feared and despised
this man.

He continued to look me over and then he said, "You are
wearing a nearly see-through blouse, a miniskirt, and
no bra. You are not wearing hose either. What else
aren't you wearing Donna?"

For some reamister I was compelled to answer him. "I am
not wearing any underwear, Mr. Jeffermister. I am sorry
sir."

He stared at me for a moment, and then he slowly
extended his hand and gripped the hem of my skirt and
lifted it slowly, until my entire abdomen was exposed.
And I just stood there and let him. He tucked the hem
into my waistband and his hand slid down over my belly
to my bare pussy. His gaze went back and forth between
my eyes and my pussy as his finger began to rub over my
crease.

"Nice shave," he said. "Close and smooth. You look like
a little girl. What are those bruises on your thighs?"

I didn't know what to say. I finally said, "We had a
party last night and things got kind of out of hand."

"Yes, I can see that," he said.

As he started moving his finger in and out of my very
wet pussy he ordered me to unbutton my blouse. I
desperately wanted to turn and run from this room.
Instead, I did as I was instructed and unbuttoned my
blouse and let it hang open.

His other hand pulled it off of my shoulders and let it
slide down my arms. Then he examined my breasts.

"Wow!" he exclaimed. "Beautiful, but they look sore. I
don't believe I have ever seen black and blue tits
before. That must have been some party. How many men
did you fuck?"

"I don't know," I said. I had begun to cry quietly. I
couldn't imagine why I was letting him do these things
to me. Every fiber of my being wanted to turn and run
screaming form this room!

"Is your poor little pussy sore?" he asked, a false
note of concern in his voice.

I nodded. It was. As the day went on I had become more
and more aware of the aches and pains in my body.

"Well then I won't fuck you today, bitch. I'll let you
suck my cock instead."

He stood up and unfastened his pants and dropped them
to his knees and leaned back against his desk. I
glanced at the door, which was closed but not locked,
but I suppose that's his problem. I dropped to my knees
and took his already hard cock into my mouth and all
the way down on the very first stroke. He loved it and
groaned as I sucked his cock just like I learned this
weekend. He came so quickly that I wasn't expecting it
and almost fetishd on his cum. He held my head against
his stomach and said, "Again bitch!"

So I did. He took longer the second time but it still
wasn't very long before he filled my mouth with his
cum. He finally pulled me to my feet and then he turned
me around and lifted the back of my short skirt to
examine my ass.

"Beautiful!" he said. "I want you to keep dressing just
like you did today. Now get out of here and go on
home."

I looked at the clock on the wall. It was five minutes
past quitting time, almost everyone was already gone. I
straightened out my skirt and put my blouse back on and
buttoned it up and went to my desk to get my purse.
Then I walked to my car in a daze.

I drove home. I must have. I found myself parked in my
driveway. But I don't remember the drive at all.

I went inside my new house and went to the bedroom and
undressed and took a shower. Then I collapsed on the
bed and cried my eyes out. I finally got up and put on
some loose clothing and went out to the kitchen and
started supper. Unless he called to say he was going to
be late I counted on Dave being home by 5:30.

He came in just as supper was about ready and he came
into the kitchen and hugged me close and asked, "What
the hell is happening to us?"

I leaned against his chest and started crying and
replied, "I don't know. Roy and Ann, they did
something. They haveged us or something, they must
have. Oh god Dave, it was awful. This whole day was
awful! I kept remembering things that happened, but
even now, I still can feel it. They ordered us to come
over after dinner, and I have to go. I don't know why,
but I have to."

Dave held me close and said, "Yeah, I know, me too. I
know what you mean about remembering things. All day
long I kept remembering the things they made us do last
night, hell, all weekend! I kept getting sick to my
stomach and I wanted to go home. But I remembered that
note and I couldn't leave. But this stuff is wearing
off, whatever it is. We just have to make sure we don't
eat or take anything when we go over there tonight."

I nodded and served supper. We ate slowly, neither of
us was anxious to go next door. After supper I cleaned
up and Dave put on some casual clothes and we went next
door. We knocked on the front door and Ann finally came
and opened it for us. We started to enter but she
stopped us.

"Take off your clothes before you come in," she
ordered. "From now on you don't come over here with
clothes on unless we tell you to, alright?" She was
talking in a friendly, welcoming voice, but she was
talking down to us, like an adult talking to a four
year old.

We both shook our heads and undressed quickly, standing
under the bright lights on the front porch. I heard
cars driving down the road come to a stop. But I didn't
have the nerve to turn around and look.

Ann finally let us enter with our clothing in our
hands. We dropped our clothes on the chair when she
instructed us to do so. Then we followed her into the
TV room. Roy was in there talking to the two men who
had been doing the camera work last night.

Roy pointed to the two shot glasses on the table and
ordered us each to take one down. Dave pleaded with
him not to make us take it, but he just smiled and
watched. He already knew that we would obey.

I had tears in my eyes as I picked up one of the
glasses and tossed it down quickly. I suppose that this
was what was in the take we had been consuming all
weekend. But without the fruity take to camouflage the
taste it was terribly bitter. Dave and I both made
faces as we powerd the stuff down and then sat the
glasses back down.

"Don't worry," Roy said. "Only one of those every
evening for the rest of this week and that's all."

"What is it?" I asked. "What are you doing to us?"

"Why, I thought it would be obvious, Donna. It is a
have that the pharmaceutical company I own has
developed to treat depression, which has an amazing
side effect, as we recently discovered during the
testing. It removes your free will. You lose the
ability to refuse anyone anything. I mixed in a small
dose of an experimental aphrodisiac over the weekend to
make everything that happened a little more palatable.
But we don't really want you to enjoy yourself too
much. It is more fun for us when you do things you
don't want to do because you don't have any choice.

"We have learned that seven doses of the have make the
changes in your mind permanent. So that you have hope,
I need to point out that there is an antidote, and if
we ever tire of you we will probably make it available
to you. But until that time, I am afraid that you will
both find yourselves compelled to obey any order, or
even mild suggestion, from anyone. You will be totally
unable to control it."

"You have probably noticed that as the day went on the
effects began to wear off. By the end of the week that
won't happen. You have also noticed that the
aphrodisiac has worn off my now. If I am a good mood I
may give you more when I think it is appropriate. But
mostly it turns me on to think about how much you hate
what you have to do."

Dave and I stood there stunned while Roy and his two
friends stood up and undressed. Then they sat back
down. Roy and one of the camera men were sitting side
by side on the huge sectional. I watched as the man
beside Roy ordered Dave to lie down beside him and
stretch out with his face in the man's lap. I was
ordered to do the same thing to Roy. When I was lying
with my mouth around Roy's cock I could feel the hair
on the top of my head brushing up against Dave's.

Ann picked up the remote control and turned on the huge
plasma TV. As soon as it came on she started a DVD. It
was from the party last night. Now, without the haze
from all of the holy water and haves, I could see how many
men had been there. I couldn't count them, there were
too many and they kept moving around. I also saw that
licking me clean had not been the only indignity Dave
had been subjected to. Several of the men required him
to suck them off and two men even fucked his ass. I
hadn't known about that.

Roy said, "I suppose you are wondering how many men
were there last night."

I murmured a response around his fat cock.

"Well, I was a little disappointed at the turn out. I
invited an even one hundred men, but only eighty-four
showed up. Some men have trouble getting out of the
house on Sunday evening. But to make up for it, nearly
half of them fucked you twice. You were a big hit
Donna. The guys loved fucking a sweet, young, haveged
housewife.

"It really turned them on, just like it is turning me
on now. Go ahead and use your hand now. I'm ready to
cum. But don't close your eyes. There is a camera
pointed at us right now, I will know. I don't want you
to miss a minute of the movie these two gentlemen
worked so hard on."

I started massaging Roy's cock with my hand and in
moments he was filling my mouth with his hot, nasty
cum. It was harder now, without the aphrodisiac. The
vile fluid seemed to burn my throat as I powerd myself
to swallow.

When Roy was finally satisfied he pushed me away and
the other camera man called me over. He was sitting
near Dave's feet with an erection. He ordered me to sit
on it and ride it, but not to take my eyes off of the
TV.

As I bounced up and down on the man's cock, I felt my
breasts swaying painfully, but Roy seemed to find that
amusing. When I tried to support them with my hands he
ordered me to put my hands down.

Roy asked me if anything unusual had happened today and
I was powerd to tell him all about what happened with
my supervisor. When I finally finished telling them
about it they all had a good laugh. The man that was
getting sucked off by my husband finally stiffened and
held Dave's head tightly and came in his mouth.

Dave gagged a little, but managed to keep it down. As
soon as the man pushed him away, Ann called him over
and ordered him to put his head under her skirt and eat
her out. Roy stopped her though. "No, wait for few
minutes Ann. Donna's first ass fuck and her first
triple penetration are just coming up. I would hate for
poor Dave to miss that."

I watched in horror, remembering the awful pain, as
some stranger lubricated my asshole in front of the
large crowd and then powerd his cock into me. I could
hear my screams which were quickly muffled by a large
cock.

The movie had been severely edited. It showed everyone
that was there last night as they fucked my face and my
pussy and my ass. It showed the beginning and the end
of every fuck. But a lot of the middle was cut out for
the sake of time. The entire orgy had lasted nine
hours. There was a complete record of the evening on a
collection of four DVDs which would be available for
sale, as would the highlight version which we were
watching.

As we watched, Dave was ordered to go around and suck
on Roy's cock to get him hard again. He informed me
that he had not had the opportunity to use my ass last
night and he was going to do that while Dave ate out
his darling wife. We continued to watch the TV. The man
I was sitting on finally came and I was ordered to get
down and clean him off, without taking my eyes from the
screen.

As I sucked him clean we got to the part of the movie
where I was had three cocks in my body for the first
time. I held the man's cock in my mouth and stared at
the TV as they showed me in detailed close-ups being
penetrated by three large cocks. We all watched until
that scene passed.

As soon as the orgy moved on Roy, called me over and
bent me over a large hassock and started playing with
my ass. Dave, meanwhile, was between Ann's legs with
his head up her skirt and eating her out.

Roy started probing my ass, at first with only the
moisture from my pussy, but later he started using a
lubricant. When he had three large fingers inside of me
I could hardly breathe it hurt so much. He continued to
power his fingers into me and stretch me out for a long
time. Then he moved up behind me and started powering
his large cock into me.

At first I just whimpered in pain. But as he continued
to power himself into me I started sobbing and crying
loudly and begging him to stop. I pleaded with him to
please take it out, promising him anything.

His response was to reach around me and hold onto my
sore breasts and start fucking me violently as I
screamed in pain. I heard him whispering in my ear,
"Yeah baby, scream for me. Let me hear your pain. God
that feels so fucking good. Every hole in your body is
hot. Too bad I can't fuck your ear, bitch. Fuck! Your
ass feels like a vice around my cock, you sexy cunt."

It seemed to last forever. Eventually my ass got numb
and I found myself able to breathe again. I heard
another scream and looked around saw that one of the
men was fucking Dave's ass while he ate out Ann.

After Roy fucked my ass the other camera man fucked me
there too. Afterwards I sucked them both clean. Then I
remained bent over the hassock and watched the TV. But
I couldn't avoid seeing Dave out of the corner of my
eye as he finished off Ann and then the man fucking his
ass came. He was then powerd to suck the man clean just
as I did.

Before they let us leave we had to lick each other
clean and then suck each other off. I didn't think I
could cum, but at last I did. It was the first time I
had an orgasm tonight, but I didn't enjoy it.

We were given a copy of the movie and told to keep it
playing on our TV at home and leave it running in a
loop. They warned us that they had better never hear of
it being off. Then we were allowed to leave. I asked
Ann if we could use the back door from now on.

She thought about it for a moment and went to talk to
Roy, I assume.

She came back in and smiled and said, "Roy said that
you can start using the back door next week. But this
week you need to learn humility. Now remember, be here
right after supper tomorrow. One last set of
instructions. You cannot talk about this to anyone but
yourselves. You cannot ask for help from friends,
family, strangers or police. Now, go! Go home and think
about all the fun we are going to have with you."

We grabbed our clothes and made a dash for our front
door. It was dark now, though, and we didn't see
anyone.

We rushed inside and took a shower together. We cuddled
together in bed after we dried off and brushed our
teeth repeatedly. We tried to come up with some
options, some way out of this dilemma. By the end of
the week when this stuff became permanent, we would
have to come up with something.

I looked at the time and it was too late to call my
parents. I resolved that first thing in the morning I
would call my lady and find out just how effective
this have was. We finally went to relax, I cried myself
to relax.

In the morning we took another shower and I picked out
another miniskirt and another top that was totally
inappropriate for the office. I made breakfast and then
sat at the phone and called my lady. My lady didn't
work outside the home, but she got up early to have
breakfast with my dad. She was concerned because I
never called her early in the morning. But I found
myself calming her and assuring her that everything was
fine. I found myself totally unable to tell her why I
called.

I started to leave for work. Dave had already left. As
I was locking the front door Ann came over and said,
"You tried to disobey me. You called your lady to ask
for help. Today you take the bus to work."

I had never taken the bus. I had no idea what the
schedule was. I knew where the bus stop was, I had seen
people waiting at the corner at the end of our street.
I checked to make sure I had money and then walked
rapidly to the bus stop.

When I got there I saw the bus stop sign, but no
schedule. I had no idea what bus to take. I got on the
first bus that came and asked the driver how I could
get to my office and he told me to get on. He was very
nice and quite patient. He explained as he drove away
that I would have to transfer at Foster Boulevard and
he told me which bus I needed to take. He also told me
how to get home. I paid him and he gave me a transfer
and he told me he would call out my stop when it was
time for me to get off the bus.

I went to an empty seat and moved in to sit by the
window about four rows back from the driver.

At the next stop three rowdy young teenagers got on the
bus, threw their change into the glass money bin beside
the driver and started back towards me. The largest of
the boys was in front and when he spotted me his eyes
lit up. He sat down beside me and crowded up against
me. His two friends sat right behind us.

As soon as the bus moved away from the bus stop, the
boy's fingers were tracing a circle on my thigh. When I
didn't object, he put his hand down over my thigh and
quickly moved it up to rest against my naked pussy.
When he realized I wasn't wearing panties he turned his
head back to his companions behind us and whispered,
"Hey guys, check this cuckolds brownie out!"

One of his buddies stood up and stood in the aisle
beside us and the other stood and leaned over the seat.
While they watched, the boy beside me slowly slid my
skirt up to my waist and displayed my pussy to his
friends. I felt the red rush to my face as I sat in
the bus seat, helpless and totally humiliated. These
boys were no more than sixteen if they were that. The
two boys watched as their friend started probing my
hairless pussy. I could only be grateful that they were
at least being quiet to avoid drawing attention to what
they were doing. As the boy beside me played with my
pussy the boy behind me reached around and pushed his
hand inside my loose blouse and started playing with my
breasts. All I could do was sit there and cry.

The bus came to a sudden stop and I heard the driver
open the doors and get out of his seat and come
charging back towards us yelling at the kids to get the
hell off of his bus.

Once the boys were running down the sidewalk the driver
asked me if I was alright. I quickly covered my crotch
and pulled my blouse together and nodded, too ashamed
to look him in the eye.

He leaned down and said, "I'm sorry about that, you
should have said something. You get off at the next
stop, are you sure you are okay?"

I whispered a thank you and nodded, still unable to
meet his gaze.

When the bus got to the next stop I scurried out the
center door and didn't take a deep breath until it had
moved on. I started watching for the bus the driver had
told me would take me to my office and it was the next
one to arrive. As I was climbing on I heard someone
yelling, "There she is!" I looked down the street and
saw the three teenagers that had worryed me running to
catch the bus. But they didn't make it. As soon as I
was on board the driver pulled away.

I told the driver where I was going and explained that
I wasn't familiar with the bus system and asked him if
he would please tell me where I needed to get off. I
was finding that when you were a pretty woman in a
nearly see-through blouse, most men will do just about
anything for you. He smiled and nodded and I worked my
way back into the bus.

This bus, unlike the first one, was full. All the seats
were taken and most of the places for passengers to
stand and hang on were also in use. I found a pole I
could hang onto and tried my best to stand still as the
bus sped up and braked, sped up and braked through rush
hour traffic. I noticed that nobody looked at anyone
else and for awhile it was like being alone in a full
bus.

That feeling went away when I felt a hand on my calf. A
man in the seat beside me was touching my calf. At
first I thought it was an accident. It would brush up
against me and then move away. Then come back, almost
as if the movement of the bus was causing it.

But when I didn't move the man's hand came to rest on
my calf and rubbed it gently. When I still didn't react
he became much bolder. His hand slid up the inside of
my leg, slowly, teasing me, and teasing him I suspect.
Until, just like the three teenagers had discovered
earlier, he found that I was not wearing underwear. His
hand pressed between my legs, which were splayed
slightly so that I could maintain my balance in the
moving bus. So he had free access to my pussy.

He took full advantage and was quickly pushing two
fingers in and out of my wet hole. I did the only thing
I could do. I closed my eyes and listened for the
driver to tell me that we were at my stop. I couldn't
understand though, why something that was so
humiliating could be so stimulating. If I had not been
informed of my stop when I was, if I had had to go one
stop further, I would surely have had an orgasm at that
man's hands. And I never even saw his face.

I got off the bus and rushed to my office nearby. The
first thought that went through my mind was to wonder
if busses were always a hotbed of sexual worryation.
The second was to look at my watch and realize that I
was ten minutes late. Mr. Jeffermister was going to have a
field day with that.

I rushed to my desk, but when I looked up I saw Mr.
Jeffermister watching. I was busted.

I put my purse away and as soon as I sat down he was on
the intercom calling me into his office.

I rushed to his office and knocked on his open door. He
waived me in; he was on the phone with someone else as
I came in. As soon as I was inside he hung up the phone
and stood up. I apologized for being late. I told him
that I had to take the bus this morning and that I had
not been familiar with the schedules.

He looked me over, approving of my outfit, obviously.
He asked, "Is your car broken down? You know that is
not an acceptable excuse."

"No sir," I said.

"Then why did you have to take the bus?" he asked.

I was having trouble breathing. I wanted desperately to
make something up, but I was unable to do anything but
answer with the truth.

I moaned at the effort to find some way to say this
that wouldn't reveal my dilemma, but I couldn't.
Finally I said, "My next door neighbor made me take the
bus as a punishment."

Just then the door opened and Mr. Taylor, who was Mr.
Jeffermister's boss, came in and closed the door.

Mr. Jeffermister invited him to sit down and turned back
to me and asked, "Why are you allowing your next door
neighbor to punish you?"

This presented a terrible dilemma. I was not able to
lie or refuse to answer. Yet I had been ordered not to
tell anyone about my situation and ask for help. Then I
realized, I would get no help from Mr. Jeffermister. I was
able to answer him after all. It was almost a relief.
Well, a relief heavily tinged with terror.

I tried to organize my thoughts and then I said, "My
husband and I are being given a have by our next door
neighbors. Because of this have we have to do whatever
we are told. We have no free will. This morning I tried
to call my lady and ask for help, even though I was
ordered not to. Somehow my neighbor found out and
ordered me to take the bus to work as punishment."

Mr. Taylor asked, "Why are you able to tell us and not
your lady?"

"Because," I answered, "I know that you won't help me."

Mr. Taylor smiled and said to Mr. Jeffermister, "Dean, I
believe you have struck gold!"

Mr. Jeffermister walked over to the blinds and closed
them. Then he locked the door. He turned to me and
said, "Today's the big day Donna. I have wanted to get
my dick in you since I first laid eyes on you. Now get
those clothes off, and it's OK if you take your time."

The men looked at each other and grinned widely, then
turned to watch me as I unbuttoned my blouse and
slipped it off. I tossed into the chair beside me and
then I removed my miniskirt. I slipped my shoes off and
slid them under the chair and then waited for whatever
was going to be next.

Mr. Taylor stood up and removed his suit coat and set
it aside. Then he had a sudden inspiration and he
pulled out his cell phone and made me pose for several
lewd pictures. He set the phone down beside him and
pulled his pants and shorts down past his knees and
then picked up the phone again and ordered me to my
knees in front of him. I moved into position and took
his cock into my mouth. It was large, but not as large
as Roy's, so I had no trouble taking it into my throat
as he took pictures with his phone.

While I was sucking off Mr. Taylor, Mr. Jeffermister took
the opportunity to explore my ass and my pussy with his
soft sweaty hands. Mr. Taylor came quickly, calling me
all kinds of dirty names while he did. I gathered that
he had never been taken into anyone's throat before and
he found it to be particularly stimulating.

As soon as Mr. Taylor pushed me away, Mr. Jeffermister
ordered me to stand facing his desk. He walked up
behind me and bent me over his desk and powerd his cock
into me with no preliminaries. I grunted in pain and he
chuckled at my discomfort.

He fucked me vulgarly; it was truly a **** in every
sense. And as he ****d me he talked quietly, telling me
how much fun we were going to have from now on. He
called me nasty names; he told me that I was now the
official office whore. All I could do was lay my head
on his desk and cry quietly until he finished.

He fucked me for a good fifteen minutes before he
grabbed my hips roughly and slammed into me two or
three more times and then filled me with his cum.

I waited for him to pull away and then I dropped to my
knees and sucked him clean.

"Do you always have to do that?" he asked, obviously
amused.

"Yes sir," I answered.

Mr. Taylor stood up and ordered me to bend back over
the desk. He was hard again and he wanted to try out
some of my "sweet young pussy" for himself. Mr. Taylor
appeared to be in his late fifties and he was morbidly
obese. I couldn't decide if I was rooting for or
against him having a heart attack.

After Mr. Taylor came in me I cleaned him up and then
they turned me around and looked at my used pussy.

Mr. Taylor said, "Still looks like a nice tight cunt to
me. But she can't even go to the restroom leaking cum
like that."

Mr. Jeffermister said, "Yeah, she'll be dripping cum all
over the office."

Mr. Taylor said, "Well, there's only one solution.
Donna, scoop that nasty mess up with your fingers and
eat it."

They probably thought I would be upset. They didn't
know how much cum I had been powerd to swallow in the
last three days. I wasn't fazed in the least by the few
little fingers full of cum these two old farts had
deposited in my pussy.

I sc****d it up and brought it to my mouth and licked
my fingers clean several times, until they were
satisfied. Then I was ordered to dress and get to work.
I was informed that I would be working an hour overtime
to make up for the ten minutes I was late and the fifty
minutes that they had been fucking with me.

I dressed quickly and made my way to my cubicle and
tried to concentrate on my work. I realized, after a
while, that the harder I worked, the more I
concentrated on my computer, the less time I spent
dwelling on the hell I found myself in.

During my lunch break I called Dave and told him that I
would be at least an hour late getting home and telling
him not to worry. He asked what was wrong, but I
couldn't tell him in here. People in the other cubicles
can overhear conversations easily. I told him I would
explain when I got home.

I was left to my work for the rest of the day. I worked
quietly until everyone had gone home. I still had an
hour to make up. I thought that was terribly unfair,
but then, that didn't really matter did it?"

I expected Mr. Jeffermister to call me to his office again
before I left. Instead, I was working at my computer
when the janitor stopped in my cubicle. He never said a
word. He just unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his
long, black cock and said, "Suck it, bitch."

I had been working so hard that I hadn't even heard him
until he spoke. I spun around in my chair, startled and
saw his large black cock hanging out of his pants. I
looked up at him and he just stood there waiting. As I
leaned forward to take him into my mouth I saw Mr.
Jeffermister leaning over the wall of my cubicle, taking
pictures with a digital camera.

I felt the janitor's cock growing rapidly in my mouth
and soon it was at least as large as Roy's. But it
wasn't so much larger that I couldn't take it into my
throat. His cries of pleasure as he watched a young
white married woman swallowing his cock were very loud
in the empty office. They rang in my ears as I sucked
as enthusiastically as I had been taught. Because that
was the only way I was allowed to do it.

He seemed disappointed when he finally filled my mouth
and throat with his slimy cum. He must have wanted it
to last a lot longer. Then, without a word he put his
cock away and patted me on the head and went back to
work, thanking Mr. Jeffermister as he went by. Mr.
Jeffermister was soon sitting on my desk and leaning back
while I sucked him off. He had apparently found it
arousing, watching me suck off the janitor. He came
quickly and then zipped up and told me to go home. He
told me I had better not be late tomorrow, or things
would get really interesting.

I turned off my work station and took my purse out of
the drawer and rushed out of the building. I didn't
even go to the restroom to rinse out my mouth. I was
too anxious to get away.

As I was leaving work I started towards the parking
area where I normally parked before it suddenly hit me
that I had taken the bus. I went down the block and
crossed the street to the bus stop going back toward my
house. I knew which busses I needed to catch this time
and I was finally able to breath a sigh of relieve when
I was safely on the crowded bus.

I had forgotten how eventful my morning commute had
been. Before very long it started again. I was standing
in a press of male bodies, rocking back and forth with
the motion of the bus, when I felt another hand on my
leg. I moaned in disbelief. Surely this can't happen to
me every time I get on a fucking bus!!!!

I wondered if it was just me. I saw other women
brownietered here and there throughout the bus. They did
not appear to be getting worryed. Was there a sign on
my back? Or was it because my nipples were visible
through my blouse and my miniskirt ended just below my
ass?

I stood still as the hand moved up my leg, slowly, but
not in the least hesitant. When I had not turned to
slap him at the very first touch he must have assumed
that I was enjoying his attention. He soon had two
fingers sawing into my pussy and I was starting to
really enjoy it. I enjoyed it so much that I almost
missed the stop where I had to get off to catch my
other bus. I rushed off the bus and stood in the dark
with several men, all waiting for our busses quietly.

One of the men kept staring at me, but I assumed it was
because of the way I was dressed. My bus finally
arrived and I got on and handed the driver my transfer.
I made my way back to a window seat and collapsed into
it in relief at being able to sit down at last. Just
like this morning, this bus was not even half full. So
I was surprised when a man sat down beside me. I
recognized him instantly from the bus stop.

He stared at me for a minute, looking at my breasts, my
nipples. Then down at my just barely covered crotch. He
smiled at me suddenly and said, "I watched you on the
first bus. I saw what that guy sitting beside you was
doing. And you just let him!"

I didn't say anything. What could I say?

The driver had turned out the interior lights when the
bus started out and now, in just the light from the
passing street lights, the stranger beside me reached
over and squeezed my breast softly. I did nothing.

That was all the permission he needed. He slowly
unbuttoned my blouse to below my breasts and reached in
to play with me, squeezing and pulling on my breasts
and my nipples for a while before turning his attention
to my pussy. He left my blouse gaping open and reached
down to lift my skirt up. He stared at my pussy for a
moment. Then he said, "Here, hold this out of my way."

I raised my hand and grabbed the hem of my skirt and he
reached between my thighs to explore my pussy, which
was still very moist from the previous worryation on
the first bus.

"You like this?" he asked. "You like letting strange
men look at you and touch you?"

I answered that the most honest way that I could, "My
body likes it."

He wasn't sure what to make of that. But he really
didn't seem to care, he was having fun. He ordered me
to put my free hand on his cock and caress it. I was so
involved in what I was doing that I didn't pull the
cord to get off at my stop. I had to walk back two
blocks to my street. By the time I got home it was
after six and Dave was worried sick.

We were both too upset to eat but I insisted that we at
least have a salad. I didn't want Dave getting weak or
sick or something.

While we ate I told him everything that had happened to
me today. It took a long time. Finally we couldn't
avoid it any longer and we undressed and walked next
door. I saw people around, but it was dark and I don't
think anyone noticed us.

Ann already had the bright porch lights on and she left
us standing there for a long time after we rang the
bell. I heard people walk by on the sidewalk while we
waited. I knew that they could see us. All we could do
is stand there wait, with our back to the sidewalk, and
hope nobody noticed that we were naked.

Ann finally came to the door and let us in. She led us
back to the TV room and today it was just the two of
them. We gulped down our haves and then Roy bent me
over the hassock again and while he fucked slowly into
my pussy, which was wet and relaxed from all of the
use on the way home, I had to tell them all about
everything that had happened to me today. As I
described my day, Ann undressed and sat back down and
put Dave's tongue to work.

They kept asking embarrassing questions, they wouldn't
accept a simple narrative of the events. They wanted
details. They wanted to hear all about my emotions, my
reactions, the reactions of others, every minute
detail.

Ann came several times over the half hour or so that it
took me to tell my story. Roy came just before I
finished and stayed buried in my pussy while I talked.
He started getting hard again just before I finished
and started fucking me again.

Ann was finally satisfied and pushed Dave away. Since
he had nothing to do, Roy ordered him to crawl between
his legs and lick his balls while he fucked me. I saw
the pain in Dave's face when he stood up. But he
complied. He had to. Just like me, he had no choice.

They finally let us go home around eight. We sat in the
living room where the DVD of the orgy from Sunday night
was playing in a continuous loop on the TV and tried to
console each other. But I didn't think I could go on
like this for much longer. Suddenly I knew what I
needed. I grabbed Dave's hand and pulled him to the
bedroom and held him close and said, "I need to be made
love to. I am tired of being fucked."

He looked at me; I saw the anguish on his face. But we
both knew that he couldn't disobey an order, no matter
how much he wanted to. He stood there for a moment and
Ann came closer with the camera.

I saw a small amount of pee dribble out of the end of
his cock. Soon it was a stream and it was playing up
and down my body. Ann told him to make sure he got my
face and I closed my eyes and held my breath and waited
for it to end.

The stream quickly tapered off and ended. Ann made me
stand up in the middle of the tarp and then she ordered
Dave to step closer and give me a big hug and a kiss.
Then she put the camera away and ordered us to
carefully pick the tarp up and take it to our house and
clean it and bring it back tomorrow.

We gathered up the corners carefully and Dave gathered
in the edges and carried the tarp back to our house. He
carried it into the shower and drained it there. Then
we rinsed it off and hung it over the shower curtain in
the guest bathroom.

I had been instructed to tell Dave all about my day
after we got home. We took a quick shower and then we
went to bed and he held me while I told him everything
that had happened. I had finally figured out that they
had our house wired, if not for video, then certainly
for sound. I fully intended to follow every order. It
took another half hour to tell Dave all about my day,
including the fact that we now had two teenagers coming
on Saturday to do our yard work, as well as anything
else they wanted to do.

I held Dave's cock in my hand while I told him my tale
of today's woe. As I talked I took note of his cock
going up and down as the story progressed. I realized
that some of the things that happened to me excited
him. That was kind of a relief in a weird way, because
I was feeling upset when they turned me on. Now I knew
that it wasn't just me.

When I finished my tale I moved down and gave him a
loving blowjob. One of the special ones I had been so
well trained in over the last four days.

"My god," I thought. "It has only been four days!"

The next day we got up at the normal time and had our
usual weekday breakfast of Bran Checks. Dave left for
work at his normal time and I suddenly remembered that
I had not done laundry last night. I panicked as I tore
through my closet looking for something sexy to wear. I
was desperate so I grabbed my favorite little black
dress and got my sewing kit out and as quickly as
possible I hemmed it up, making a mini skirt out of it.
I quickly tried it on and it was immediately obvious
that I should have measured more carefully. It was
dangerously short. I stood up on a stool in front of
the mirror and it appeared that as long as I didn't
move, my pussy was covered. I looked at the clock. I
had no choice. I had to leave. I didn't dare to be
late.

I grabbed my purse and rushed out side, only to run
right into Ann. She was smiling sweetly and said, "It
is such a nice day, I thought you would enjoy another
bus ride today."

I looked at her aghast. I wanted desperately to plead
for reamister. But I knew better. As I walked away she
said, "It's a little breezy today, but don't let that
worry you. You are not, under any circumstances, to
adjust your skirt or attempt to restrain it in a
breeze. Have a nice day sweetheart."

I was frozen to the spot for a second as I digested her
latest command. She said, "You better hurry you stupid
bitch. You will be standing out there in the breeze for
quite a while if you miss your bus."

I came to my senses, such as they were, and rushed up
to the end of the street. I managed to get there just
as the bus was pulling up. I was lined up with two men
to get on, but the man directly in front of me became
aware of me and, being a gentlemen seeing a lady in a
short skirt, he stood back and allowed me to go first.

There was no question in my mind that he could see my
ass as I moved up the steps of the bus. I paid the
driver and got my transfer and made my way to an empty
seat. I thought I would be smart this time and sit on
the aisle so nobody could sit beside me. But the man I
had just flashed was not to be so easily denied. He
stood beside me and asked me to slide over. So of
course I had to.

I slid over, exposing my pussy in the process. And
because of Ann's last instructions as I left the house
I was unable to pull my dress down over my exposed
slit. The man, an older man, perhaps in his early
fifties, stared open mouthed at my exposed pussy for
several moments before he smiled, accepting the obvious
invitation and placed his hand high on my thigh.

As his hand moved up my thigh the bus stopped and
another couple of men and a woman got on. They paid
their fares and started down toward the empty seats. As
the last man to get on at the stop was walking past us,
he looked down and saw my pussy and came to a sudden
stop.

He stood and stared as the man beside me rubbed my
pussy and inserted a finger inside of me, enjoying my
obvious discomfort, but confused that I would allow
these liberties when I so obviously didn't desire this
unwanted attention.

But he didn't question his good luck. He worryed me,
with an appreciative audience, all the way to my stop.
I got off at the transfer point again and both men
followed me off.

I stood there, with my tiny skirt blowing up in the
wind and exposing my ass and my pussy to anyone who
cared to look. And more than a few people were caring
to look.

My bus finally arrived and I was again powerd to stand
because all of the seats were full. I thought that
might be an advantage, I was safe from the guys from
the first bus. I had forgotten about the people seated.

I was standing beside a seat with two young men in
their early twenties staring at my legs. The man who
had played with my pussy on the first bus squeezed in
behind me and started slowly easing my dress up. As he
lifted my skirt he turned me so that my butt was right
in the face of the guy sitting on the aisle. When my
ass was totally exposed he reached down and squeezed a
cheek. With his foot he powerd my legs farther apart.

I couldn't bring myself to look at the young men
sitting behind me. But I knew that I had their full
attention. I could tell the difference in their styles
as they explored my ass and my pussy, taking turns and
getting rougher and rougher. But the worst thing about
it, was when I heard the two women in the seat behind
the men talking quietly but urgently, and I knew that
they were watching what was happening. Well, no, that
wasn't the worst thing. The worst thing was when I bit
my lips to keep from crying out when I had my orgasm.

We finally got to my stop and thanks to the press of
bodies getting out at my stop; no one saw how exposed I
was before my dress finally worked its way down over my
hips again.

I ran to my office, ignoring my wildly swinging skirt,
and was exactly one minute early. I was so relieved I
almost cried. Or I was so upset from the bus ride that
I almost cried. I am not sure which.

Apparently management was busy today. Mr. Jeffermister
stood in the door to my cubicle around ten AM and made
me pull his cock out and suck him off right there. He
must have enjoyed being sucked off with all of those
women walking by behind him because he came very
quickly.

After that I was left alone until three PM when I got a
call from one of the mail clerks ordering me to come to
mail room. I stood up and looked around. Mr. Jeffermister
wasn't in his office; there was nobody to tell where I
was going. I left a post-it in the middle of my
monitor, in case anyone came looking for me, telling
them I had to go to the mail room.

I took the elevator down to the basement, which seemed
like an appropriate place to keep these two naturals. I
went to the mail room and knocked on the door. There
was big sign on the door which said "Authorized Mail
Room Employees Only beyond This Point!"

One of them opened the door, I didn't know which one
was Jimmy and which one was Dan, but it didn't matter.

The kid jerked me inside and locked the door behind me.
Then they leaned back and ordered me to undress. There
was not much to that, I shucked my little black dress
off, my ruined little black dress. I tossed it onto a
nearby desk and stood waiting for the use to begin.

They both pulled out digital cameras and started
ordering me into obscene poses.

"Jesus Christ!" I thought. "Everybody and his god
damned brother is going to have pictures of me in the
nude!"

I assumed all of the poses that their stunted little
minds could envision and then the fun started. The one
who had been so rough on by tits yesterday picked up
his underwear off of the floor and stuffed them in my
mouth. Then, as his buddy continued to take pictures,
he held my hands together behind my back and secured
them with a belt. Then he pushed me down onto my back
on top of my arms, and it hurt. I yelled into the gag,
but they just smiled.

As it turns out I didn't know what hurt was. The little
bastard held me down on my back and picked up an 18"
ruler and started beating my tits with it. I was
screaming and fighting to escape, but he continued to
hold me down and beat my breasts until they were bright
red and covered in welts.

I think I finally ******, because when I next was
aware of what was happening to me the little bastard
was slapping my face and fucking my pussy with all of
his might. The foreplay must have really done it for
him; either that or I had been out for quite a while.
Because not long after I came to, he started cumming in
me, still slapping my face until he was done. He jerked
me off of the desk and pushed me to the floor and made
me suck him clean. Then he took his belt back and gave
me to his friend.

His friend wasn't as vulgar, thankfully. He put me back
down on the desk, face up, and lifted my legs up,
exposing my ass. He fucked my pussy for a minute, and
then he pulled out and powerd himself into my ass. But
his dick was not that large, and my tits hurt so bad
that I was really distracted. I hardly noticed him down
there. He came quickly and after I cleaned him up I was
given my dress back and allowed to go back to work.

It was 3:30 when I got back to my desk. It had seemed
to take a lot longer than that. I sat at my desk for a
minute, catching my breath, and then I went back to
work.

I was getting ready to leave at four when Mr. Jeffermister
stopped by. He asked me what had happened in the mail
room and when I told him he pulled my dress away from
my breasts and took a look. I expected a little pity. I
certainly am a stupid cunt. He grinned and took my
breasts in both hands and squeezed until I fell to my
knees.

I was fighting not to scream and draw attention to
myself, just exactly the wrong thing to do. He looked
down at me and shook his head in disgust and said, "Go
home you stupid cunt."

I grabbed my purse and made my way to the bus stop
again. I stood there in the crowd, looking up only see
if an approaching bus was the one I was waiting for. At
first the crowd sheltered me from the breeze, which was
worse in the city streets than it was out in the
suburbs. But as people got onto busses I found myself
less protected and more exposed to my admiring public.

A man came over and stood beside me and whispered,
"Hello cunt."

I didn't see his face, but I recognized his shoes. He
was the same man that had made my morning ride so
unpleasant. Well, except for that orgasm at the end.

I whispered "Hello," back at him and stood waiting for
the use to begin again. My only hope was that he
would wait until I was on the bus so that the entire
city wouldn't be witness to my degradation.

He didn't wait, but he was more discrete as he rubbed
my ass through my dress while waiting for the bus. I
knew that the people behind me were witnessing his lewd
caresses, but I was unable to do anything to defend
myself.

Finally my bus arrived and I got on. It was crowded, as
usual, and I grabbed onto a grab bar and held on. But
my tormentor wasn't satisfied. He grabbed my arm and
pulled me to the rear of the bus. He squeezed in to the
very back seat beside three men who, at first, totally
ignored him. They took quick notice, however, when he
pulled me down onto his lap, exposing my pussy to all
four of them.

He was content to hold me like that for a few minutes,
sharing the view of my pussy with his seatmates. But he
wasn't content for long. I felt him slowly lowering the
zipper in the back of my dress. I bit my lip and shook
my head, silently begging him to stop.

One of the men beside me coughed and startled me and I
looked up to see them staring at me in disbelief. One
of them, the closest, reached up and placed his hand on
my thigh. When there was no resistance he slit it
quickly up to my pussy and played with it while he
stared at the neckline of my dress as the man slowly
lowered it, a little at a time, until my breasts, which
were still blazing red and covered in welts, were
totally exposed.

All four men stared in shock at my damaged flesh. Then
the man I was sitting on covered me back up and zipped
my dress up just as we arrived at our stop.

We powerd our way through the crowd and stood waiting
for the next bus. There weren't many people around and
he pulled me away from them and I was waiting for the
torment to continue. Instead he asked me what had
happened. He was all for some fun and games,
apparently, but not real *** and use. I would
have loved to tell him. But if I did, that might be
asking for help, so I couldn't. My mind wouldn't let
me.

I looked at him with tears flowing and said, "I am
sorry. I wish I could tell you. But I can't. Even
though I want to, I cannot."

He was obviously of the opinion that I was just too
afraid to talk to him. I could only leave it at that.
Our bus came and we rode to my stop. I got off and
rushed home. I knew that he was following me. All I
could do was hope that some good would come of it.
Maybe he would call the cops and they would save us
from our neighbors.

I rushed into my bedroom and undressed. I took a quick
shower and did a load of laundry. I would have to shop
for more revealing outfits as soon as possible. I
didn't have a lot of time to wash same two outfits over
and over.

Once the laundry was going I started supper and,
thankfully, Dave came home on time. He gasped when he
saw my red, used breasts. But I put my finger to his
lips and we avoided the subject. We ate quietly,
dreading our after dinner trip next door.

When we had eaten I cleaned up the kitchen and Dave
brought out the tarp from last night and we folded it
up in the living room.

I was already naked, he undressed quickly and we looked
outside. Not seeing anyone we walked, as quickly as we
could without looking like we were hurrying, to the
neighbor's house and rang the bell. After the usual
wait we were allowed to enter.

We were handed our have and gulped it down. One more to
go and it was permanent. We weren't alone tonight.
There were a half a dozen men. I didn't recognize them,
but that didn't mean anything. More than eighty men
fucked me on Sunday and I wouldn't recognize any of
them.

We were ordered to kneel at opposite sides of the
coffee table in the living room and lean down over it.
When we did our heads were together, our eyes meeting,
sharing the pain of our torment, our offense, our
degradation.

We were ordered not to move and then two of the men
greased up our asses and they started taking turns
fucking our asses. While they fucked us I was ordered
to recite, in great detail of course, the events of the
day. They were especially anxious to find out about my
breasts.

I started with my panic this morning when I realized I
had nothing appropriate to wear. I described my rush to
prepare an outfit and my poor judgment in sewing up a
hem. I had made it an inch too short. I told them about
Ann suggesting that it would be a nice day to take the
bus. I described the events involving the man that had
followed me onto the bus.

I told them all about the second bus in the morning. I
described being exposed to the two young men and powerd
to permit them to grope me for the entire ride. I tried
to leave out the orgasm at the end of my morning bus
ride, but I found myself unable to skip over it. It
came pouring out of my mouth and they all laughed at my
obvious discomfort.

I told them about my work day, going into extra detail
about the events in the mail room. Then I went into
more detail about the bus ride home. Even the dilemma
when asked about my condition.

By the time I finished my monologue both my husband and
I had been fucked in the ass by three men. They rested
briefly and watched the movie Ann had made last night.
They kept rewinding and watching the part where Roy
pissed in me and then made Dave piss on me. They
watched that several times before the men were ready to
switch sides and the three that had fucked me now lined
up behind my husband while I was fucked by the three
that had fucked him. It took longer this time of
course, much longer.

After the six were done with us Roy put us side my side
over the table and then started fucking us. He would
fuck me three or four strokes at a time, then switch to
Dave. He moved back and forth between us several times,
comparing asses.

Then he had a better idea. He pulled the hassock over
and put us over that, but facing in opposite
directions. Then he would fuck one of us in the ass for
a minute and then move to the other one's mouth. Then
he would go around to the other side of the hassock and
do the same thing all over again. He commented to his
friends, who were still watching, that his would be
great if we were on a wheel and could be spun around so
that he didn't have to get up every time. He finally
came in my ass and made Dave suck him clean. Then I was
made to suck Dave's ass clean and he did the same to
me.

Ann didn't get hers until the six men left. She liked
to watch, and she liked to play, but she was apparently
not comfortable with being naked with all of their
kinky friends. That was surprising considering the way
she acted that fist night. I guess we just don't count.

After the six men left Ann undressed and Dave ate her
out while I licked and sucked on her tits.

Finally we were allowed to go home.

As we walked slowly across the yard I whispered to Dave
that they could hear us when we talked in our house,
and I was almost positive that they could see us as
well. I was sure that Ann made me take the bus this
morning because she saw how short my dress was.

Dave nodded, obviously not surprised.

We went into our house and I screamed when I saw
someone sitting in the dark in our living room. Dave
turned on the light and I saw that it was Mr. Taylor.

"What are you doing here?" I screamed. "You scared the
fuck out of me!"

He smiled calmly and said, "Shut up cunt. I missed you
at work today. I had to go out of town to a meeting. I
figured I would stop by on the way home for a piece of
your sweet young ass.

He was talking to me, but he was watching Dave. He saw
that Dave, as he had suspected, was unable to oppose
anything he wanted to do to me. He stood up and ordered
me to help him undress.

I sighed in surrender and moved over to where he was
standing and started undressing him. He had been
takeing, he reeked of holy water.

When he was naked he told my husband to grab his
clothes and he ordered me to lead him to our bedroom.

He stretched out on my bed and ordered me to suck his
cock for a few minutes. He seemed to get a great deal
of pleasure from doing it in front of my husband and
from knowing that we were *** participants.

I sucked him like I always suck cock now, with a lot of
enthusiasm. After a few minutes he pushed my mouth away
and pulled me onto the bed. He got on top of me and
ordered Dave to guide his cock into my cunt. Then he
started fucking me, fast and hard.

It didn't last long though. He came, shooting one more
meaningless load of slime into my desecrated body. Then
he collapsed on top of me for a minute, letting his
cock go soft in me.

Finally he pulled out and ordered Dave to suck his cock
clean. While he was dressing he asked me what happened
to my tits and I told him.

He laughed and said, "Damn, those kids have more
imagination that I thought they did! They may have a
future with the company after all."

I followed him to the door and locked it after he left.
Then I remembered my clothes and took them out of the
washer and put them in the dryer. I dried them for
fifteen minutes and took another quick shower. Then I
hung up my two outfits and went to bed.

Dave was lying on his back staring at the ceiling. The
look on his face scared the hell out of me. I turned
out the light and cuddled up to him. I whispered in his
ear, "Baby, you have to hang in there. I couldn't take
this if you weren't there."

He whispered, "I know Donna. I know." But he sounded so
hopeless, so far away. It really scared me.

The next morning was Friday. I was looking forward to
the week being over. I dressed in a black miniskirt and
a see-through blouse and was allowed to take my car to
work.

I had just sat down and turned on my computer when my
phone rang. I was summoned to Mr. Jeffermister's office. I
went in and he ordered me to close the door. I closed
the door and he ordered me to kneel in front of him and
open my blouse. The blinds were still open and there
were a lot of people just coming in, there were a lot
of people moving around out there.

I knelt as ordered and unbuttoned my blouse. He
examined my still red and sore breasts for a moment and
then he sat back and ordered me to suck him off. While
I sucked him he informed me that he had talked to the
mail boys and told them to knock off the rough stuff.
No more pain.

I was grateful and I guess he could tell. He smiled
down at me and then he tilted his head back and soon my
mouth was flooded with cum. I swallowed it all easily.
There had been so much cum in my mouth from so many men
over the last seven days that I could hardly remember
when I wouldn't let a man cum in my mouth, or why.

I buttoned my blouse and tucked it back in and returned
to my cubicle. At lunch time I was called to the mail
room and I had to suck both of them off, in the nude of
course. But they didn't hurt me and it was all over
quickly.

I returned to my desk and was left alone until quitting
time. Just as I was about to leave, Mr. Taylor called
me to his office. He just stared at me for a few
minutes and then the door opened and the janitor came
in.

"Sorry I'm late, Mr. Taylor," he said. "There was a
spill in the lobby I had to take care of."

Mr. Taylor smiled at him and told him not to worry
about it. Then I was ordered to undress. Mr. Taylor sat
back and smiled as I got undressed. The janitor was
undressing as he watched me.

When we were both naked the janitor pushed me to my
knees and I took his smelly cock into my mouth and down
my throat. He immediately took control. He grabbed my
head and started fucking into my mouth violently. I
just relaxed as much as I could and let it happen. It
didn't even bother me when I saw Mr. Taylor squatting
down beside us with his camera taking picture after
picture.

He pulled out as his cock began erupting in my mouth
and sprayed my face. Then Mr. Taylor took a dozen shots
of me scooping the cum into my mouth and swallowing it.

I was pulled to my feet by my hair and bent over the
desk and the janitor took pictures for Mr. Taylor while
he fucked my pussy. I was actually grateful since I
figured that if he got off here he wouldn't be getting
takes and coming to my house at night. At least I hoped
he wouldn't.

I just waited for it to be over. Then I dropped to my
knees and cleaned his cock and after I smiled for the
camera I was allowed to dress and go home.

I made my way to my car and drove home in a trance, as
usual. I parked in my driveway and just sat in my car
and was so very thankful this terrible week was finally
over. I tried not to think of the horrible life that
stretched out ahead of us. I finally gathered up my
things and went in to the house.

I took a quick shower. It seems like every time I get
home lately I am covered with cum and need a shower. I
dried off and made myself a take and sat down in the
living room and stared at the TV. It was still on. It
was always on with the DVD of that horrible gang bang
from Sunday running in a loop. I was becoming inured to
the horror of this scene after seeing it so often. It
was almost like it wasn't me that was at the center of
that huge collection of rampant cocks and spewing cum.

I finished my take and got to my feet. I started
supper and when Dave got home he undressed and we ate
out by the pool, trying to pretend that we had a life,
our old life, the life that we had dreamt about when we
bought this house just a week ago.

We cleaned up the supper dishes and then went next
door. We always hoped that no one was around when we
walked, naked, to our neighbor's house. It only worked
out that way about half the time. This wasn't one of
those times.

We stepped out of our door and I waited with Dave while
he locked the door. We had learned our lesmister last
night. We would never leave the door unlocked again. I
glanced around nervously and I saw a young couple
walking down the sidewalk. We waited on our front porch
for them to go by, the we hurried next door.

We were finally allowed to enter and handed the final
dose of the have that had enslaved us. I was crying as
I powerd myself to swallow it. Then I handed the glass
back and it was over. We could never regain our free
will, our ability to say no, again. Not without the
antidote.

As soon as we swallowed our have Roy sent us home. I
hadn't even noticed how dressed up they were. They were
going out for the evening and wouldn't require our
services.

We hurried home and sat around the pool, still naked,
and drank a few beers. Every time I started to speak I
found that I paused to question if I was about to say
something that I didn't want Roy and Ann to hear. It
became quite tiresome. After a while we slipped into
the pool and floated around together, just being close
and trying not to thing about the future.

We went to bed early. We couldn't stand to sit around
the living room with that DVD playing. We read for a
little while and then went to relax. For some strange
reamister I was feeling playful in the morning and I woke
Dave up with a nice slow blowjob. I had never done that
before and he got a kick out of it. I find that I get a
lot more pleasure out of sucking cocks when it is
voluntary.

I started to dress before going out and making
breakfast. But Dave reminded me that I was to be naked
for the kids coming to mow the lawn. Damn! I had almost
forgotten about that.

I dropped my shorts and went out and started coffee.
Dave came out and made a couple of his world famous
cheese omelets. We ate out back and then relaxed and
sipped coffee for a while.

At a little after nine I heard the doorbell ring and I
went to answer it. Dave had pushed the lawnmower into
the driveway and filled it with gas. I told the kids to
go ahead and do the front and the side yards. I would
be sitting around the pool when they did the back.

They stared at my naked body for a moment, then one of
them asked, "Then you are going to give us a sex
education, right?"

I nodded and they went to work. I cleaned up the
kitchen and did the dishes. When I was done I went into
the back yard and sat on the patio. Dave was staying
out of the way, doing something in the basement.

The boys came through the gate and made quick work of
the back yard. Because of the large pool and deck there
isn't much grass back here. While one of the boys mowed
the other came over and asked me what was going to
happen.

"What would you like to happen?" I asked.

He was obviously a virgin, and obviously embarrassed. I
suggested that he get undressed and take a quick shower
under the outside shower and he turned away from me and
stripped off his clothes and took a quick shower. I
stood up and reached down and pulled his hand away from
where it was covering his genitals in that classic shy
maiden pose, and I pulled him gently to the grass that
was already cut. I grabbed a cushion and had him lay
down and then I bent down and took his small but very
hard cock into my mouth.

It was almost funny. He tensed up and moaned and came
almost instantly. I swallowed his small load and while
he recovered I asked him how old he was.

"I'll be fourteen next month," he said.

Jesus H. Christ! I just sucked off a thirteen year old
boy. A little kid!

I shook my head and then took him back into my mouth
and sucked him hard again. Then I looked up and asked
him if he wanted to fuck me.

I realized all of a sudden that the mower had stopped
and the other boy was watching avidly. I pointed out
the shower to him and then got on my back and helped
the first boy put his little dick in me. I know it is
so very wrong to be having sex with a boy that young.
But I really had no choice, and I have to tell you, his
innocence and the look on his face, the look of pure
ecstasy, I really enjoyed that. He hardly moved at all
before he came again and I held him close and asked him
how he liked it.

He smiled up at me and said that it was the greatest
feeling that he ever had. Then he wanted to know if he
could do it again. I told him I needed to take care of
his friend first and he got up and moved to the side
and watched closely as I pulled his friend over and
sucked him to a quick orgasm. His penis seemed larger
and more mature, but he was obviously way too young for
what we were doing. After I swallowed his cum I asked
him if he was thirteen too. He said no, he was fifteen.
The other boy was his younger brother.

I traded places with the older boy and he fucked me,
and then the two of them took turns and each fucked me
twice more before they had to go. I was all sweaty and
covered in cum so I headed for the shower when I had a
sudden thought and called the boys back just as they
were leaving the yard.

I made them both take another quick shower, explaining
that they didn't want to go home smelling like sex or
we would all be in trouble.

After they were gone I went inside and went down to the
basement to see what Dave was doing. He had cleared out
a corner and cleaned it up and checked carefully for
listening devices and cameras. Then he had set up a
couple of lounge chairs and a lamp and we could relax
and hopefully not have to worry about what we said.

The phone rang in the middle of the afternoon and Ann
asked us what we were doing. I told her that we were
doing something in the basement. That wasn't a lie. It
was just sitting and talking, but we were doing it
downstairs.

She told me to make sure I was clean and made up and
expect company sometime this evening. That was all she
said.

I went down and told Dave that she had wondered where
we were and then I repeated her instructions.

We had a light supper of cold cuts and hard rolls and a
couple of beers. Then I took another shower and brushed
my hair and put on a little lipstick. When I was ready
we sat in the living room and read. It started getting
late and I was starting to hope that no one was coming
after all.

Just as I started to get my hopes up the doorbell rang.
I stood up and answered the door and the large man
standing there asked, "Are you Donna the slut?"

Unfortunately, that was who I was now and I nodded. He
said, "Well I'll be god damned!" Then he pushed inside
and more than a dozen men followed him. By the time I
had been herded to our bedroom and was fucking the
first of them in my bed I had overheard enough to
realize that they were the majority of the local minor
league baseball team and they were being rewarded for
winning an important game.

Apparently Roy was a minor stockholder in the franchise
and he was using me to improve team morale.

It was nothing too exotic, just a lot of fucking and
sucking. I was exhausted when it was over and when they
finally left a little after midnight I was at least
grateful that they had left my husband alone.

I took a shower and changed the sheets and went and got
Dave from the back yard. He held me and asked if I was
alright and I kissed him and pulled him to bed. We
slept late on Sunday and had just barely finished
breakfast when Ann came over just before noon and
ordered me to get dressed. She followed me to my
bedroom and watched as I got out one of my miniskirts.
She stopped me and pushed past me into my closet. She
looked through my clothes and finally came out with a
little black slip. The one I normally wore under my
little black dress.

I looked at her, not understanding at first. She gave
me one of those "how dumb are you" looks and said,
"That's what you are wearing today, put it on."

I slipped it over my head and stepped into my shoes. I
looked in the mirror and thought she must surely be
kidding. I couldn't possibly go outside like this!

She turned and started down the hall and I followed
quickly, grabbing my purse on the way out the door. I
followed her across my front yard to her driveway and
got in her car on the passenger side.

She started the car and looked at my lap to see how
little of me was covered by the slip. But that wasn't
the only problem I had. That portion of the slip that
nominally covered my breasts was largely made of lace.
I could look down and see the darker pink of my nipples
easily through the holes. I could tell by the look on
her face, however, that Ann liked the effect.

She drove to a nearby strip mall and parked. I
reluctantly followed her into a woman's clothing store
where she picked out a half a dozen sheer blouses.
These weren't like the ones I had been wearing where
people could look closely and see the darker colored
area of my nipples. When I wore these I might as well
be naked. My breasts were completely visible!

Ann made me pay for them and we went out and dropped
them off at the car before going through a few more
stores, looking for the kinds of clothes younger women
might wear. She finally found what she was looking for,
a large selection of micro miniskirts. She picked out a
dozen, in several styles and set them on the counter.
Then I followed her around as she picked out a few crop
tops and tank tops with things like "Let go of my ears!
I know what I'm doing!" and "Sorry, no panties to raid"
and "Yes, I know I have a nice ass" and "My husband
won't care because he won't know" and "Yes, they're
real" and the one Ann like the most, "Good piece of
ass".

I paid for these terrible outfits and carried them out
to the car. Ann drove off and we sat in silence. I
didn't even pay any attention to where we were going.
Not until she parked in front of a tattoo parlor in a
sleazy part of town. I looked around and saw that all
of the nearby businesses were bars and strip clubs and
adult bookstores. The parking spaces right in front of
the tattoo parlor were all filled with large
motorcycles, so Ann parked a couple of rows back.

She got out and I found myself unable to move as she
came around and opened my door. I was terrified, I was
scared to death of needles and I had never in my life
considered getting a tattoo.

Ann looked at me and saw my terror and smiled. "Get
out," she said.

And of course I had no choice. I swung my legs out and
stood up and moved out of the way while Ann pushed the
door closed. She led off and I followed her, winding
our way carefully through the motorcycles and into the
shop. Everyone looked up when we came in. I looked
around and saw at least a dozen people, most of them
just hanging around waiting. There was a large, hairy,
mean looking man behind the counter. Ann walked right
up to him and said, "I am Ann, I called you earlier
about my pet."

That got everyone's attention. I just stood in the
center of the waiting room thinking, "Oh god, please
let this be a bad dream."

The guy looked at Ann, then looked at me and said,
"Yeah, I remember you. I have one tat ahead of you, but
it's a small one, probably only take half an hour.
You'll have to wait."

"That's fine," Ann said. "My camera man isn't here
yet."

Ann moved to an empty seat and called someone on her
cell phone and then she called me over to sit beside
her. The problem with that silly slip was that, no
matter how carefully I sit, just about anyone that's
not in back of me can see up my skirt. I was soon made
aware that bikers are not the most discrete or the most
tactful people in the world. I started hearing loud
comments about my pussy and my tits. One large, ugly
man even came over and stood in front of me and
squatted down and looked right up my slip.

He saw Ann smiling at him and asked her, "Where do you
have to go to get a pet like this, lady? I'd like me
one of these."

Ann smiled and said, "As it turned out, she and her
husband moved in right next door to me. I didn't have
to go far at all. She is cute, isn't she?"

"Yeah," the biker said, "and I like that little dress
she has on. I like the way I can see her tits through
it. And it seems like the perfect length too."

The biker's friends were watching and listening and
smirking. I was just cringing and blushing and trying
to make myself as small as possible.

Ann said, "You don't think it's too long? I just
finished shopping for her, buying her some short
skirts. I was thinking this was too long." Then she
reached over and pulled my slip up, exposing half of my
slit, and said, "I was thinking that this might be a
better look for her. Don't you think so?"

The biker stared at my pussy for a minute and said,
"You know lady, you may just be on to something there.
She certainly looks pretty that way."

The front door opened and one of the camera men from
last Sunday came in with his large, professional
camera. He looked around at the rough crowd and he was
obviously nervous.

Ann waived him over and then she asked the biker, "I am
going to have this gentleman film my pet getting her
present today. Do you mind if he gets a few shots of
you and your friends, sort of background shots? I
assure you that this is for private consumption. The
film won't be available to the public."

The biker grinned and told her that he didn't mind in
the least.

The camera man turned his camera on and panned around
the room and then focused on me and the biker. Ann told
me to relax a little, stop holding my knees so close
together.

I sighed and spread my legs out slightly. That caused
my slip to slide up a little more and now my entire
pussy was on display to the biker squatting right in
front of me and several of his friends who had moved
closer to watch the show.

The biker stared for a minute and then he reached up
and squeezed my thigh for a moment before slipping two
big fat fingers inside of me. His friends were whooping
and cat calling and I could only sit there helplessly.

I was actually grateful when the guy behind the counter
came back out front and called us over to sign some
papers and pay him. I gave him my credit card, not even
knowing what I was paying for. The guy said, "OK, come
on back."

The camera man had moved in front of us and was filming
us as we entered the back room. I was surprised at how
busy it was back here. There were four big bikers
getting tattooed by four men that looked like they were
bikers too.

Ann held out her hand and said, "Give me your slip."

I was already terrified; the idea of being naked in
front of all of these rough men just knocked the wind
right out of me. But I had to obey.

I reached down, aware that every eye in the room was
watching me. I grabbed the hem of my slip and pulled it
up over my head. I handed it to Ann and then I was
ordered onto a waist high, padded table. I was placed
on my back and Ann and the tattoo guy stood nearby
discussing me.

Ann came back to me and ordered me not to move. Then
she stood out of the way and watched carefully while
the man bent over me and he finally started smiling as
he played with my nipple for a minute. Then he swabbed
it with holy water and latched onto it with some kind of
combination pliers and clamp.

I finally realized what was going on! I was unable to
move because of Ann's orders, so I gritted my teeth and
shut my eyes.

Ann yelled at me to keep my eyes open and I realized
she wanted to watch every bit of my suffering.

And I did suffer! The biker doing my piercing took his
time, apparently enjoying his work. I screamed out
loudly as he pushed a long needle through my nipple.

The people in the waiting room heard the commotion and
they came in to see what was happening. Ann invited
them to stay and watch.

I stared at the ceiling as the guy fiddled around and
when I finally got up the nerve to look down I saw that
I had a fairly large barbell through my nipple. I could
just imagine how they were going to look through my new
blouses!

The piercer moved around the other side of me and
repeated the process with my other nipple. It hurt like
hell and I screamed again. I couldn't believe that they
would do this without some kind of local anesthetic!

I thought it was over, but the worst was yet to come.
The biker invited several men out of his audience to
hold my arms and my shoulders down so I wouldn't squirm
around for the next one.

"The next one! What next one?" my brain wanted to know.

The men came forward eagerly, they didn't know that I
couldn't move if I had wanted to because of the have
and Ann's order.

But I suppose they enjoyed the view.

The piercer moved down to my pussy and started doing
something with my clit. I couldn't watch. I stared into
the eyes of the biker holding my shoulder, right up
until I felt the needle touch the skin over my clit,
then I ******.

I don't know how long I was ***. When I came to
I was on my stomach on the table and my legs were
dangling down towards the floor. And someone was
fucking me from behind. It hurt like hell because every
stroke irritated the piercing over my clit and my
freshly pierced nipples were rubbing over the butcher
paper covering the table I had been laying on.

When he finally finished fucking me he stood up and
moved out of the way and I saw that it was the man who
had put the holes in my body. But my ordeal wasn't
over. As soon as he moved the other bikers started
taking turns, I assume at Ann's invitation.

For a change I would have gladly taken some, or even
all of them, in my mouth. My mouth didn't hurt. But
they all fucked my sore pussy. It lasted more than two
hours.

When they finally had enough of me I looked around and
saw that Ann was gone. The camera man told me that I
was to go with him. I went into the nasty little
bathroom that they had and cleaned up as much as I
could. Then I had to follow the camera man out to his
car naked because Ann had taken my slip with her when
she left.

The camera man drove me home, with my mouth on his cock
all the way. He came once right away and then again
after he parked in front of my house. I looked around
and saw an older couple walking down the sidewalk and
tried to wait until they passed by to get out, but the
camera man ordered me out and I slipped out of his car
and walked as quickly as I could to my front door and
safety.

Once inside I closed my door quickly and leaned back
against it. I saw the shopping bags containing my new
clothes sitting on the couch.

Dave heard me come in and came in from the back yard.
He saw my new jewelry and asked me if I was alright.

I nodded and he went and got me a glass of water and
some Tylenol. By the time I got out of the shower the
pain had started to lessen. Dave had brought my new
clothes into the bedroom and when I got out of the
bathroom he said that Ann had dropped them off and left
instructions that these were all that I could wear from
now on. The blouses for work, the other tops for
everything else. And I could only wear the skirts that
she had bought today, the micro minis.

We needed to go grocery shopping, so we went through my
new tops and tried to pick the least offensive item. We
settled on a tank top that said, "Yes, they're real"
and I put it on over my sore breasts. It was very thin
and the little barbells in my nipples were very
obvious. It was still the least offensive of the tops
so I left it on and picked up one of the new micro
minis and slipped it on and we went to the grocery
store.

We went to the grocery store closest to our house since
we had only been there once and didn't know anyone.

We bought all of the usual things, plus some
disinfectant for my recent punctures, and went home and
put the groceries away. I was feeling constricted by
the two tiny items of clothing I was wearing and took
them off. I had gotten to the point that I felt much
more comfortable in the nude. Dave smiled and got
undressed too.

We made ourselves a couple of takes and went out to
relax by the pool before dinner. While we were sitting
there Roy came through the gate between our back yards
and made me stand up to inspect my new decorations.

He obviously found them stimulating and he sat me back
in my chair and pulled out his cock and stuffed it into
my mouth. While he fucked my face he told me that they
would be leaving us pretty much alone for the next
three weeks while I healed. He took a note from his
pocket and tossed it on the table.

As I worked on his cock he said, "Give that to your
supervisor Donna. It tells him that there will be no
more beatings, and nothing but blowjobs for the next
three weeks or you will be powerd to quit."

If I hadn't had my mouth full I would have thanked him.
Dave asked him if we were still to report to them every
evening when we got home from work. Roy said that
wouldn't be necessary now that our treatment was
complete.

I was wishing they would stop talking so Roy could
concentrate and get this over with. They finally did
and soon I was swallowing another load of Roy's cum. He
left as soon as he had put his dick away. He stopped at
the gate and told us we could turn off our DVD player
since we weren't watching it anyway.

Roy left and we felt like we had just been given a
large part of our lives back. It wasn't total relief of
course. I still had to dress like a slut and obey every
horny old man in the fucking world.

But at least now we could watch a little television now
and then and take our minds off of what was happening
to us.

I rinsed my mouth out with my take and then we went in
and made supper together. When it was ready we took our
food out and ate by the pool. It's funny, this pool,
this backyard, were the main reamister we had purchased
this home. We were now sex slaves to the world because
of this swimming pool. Still, we loved sitting out
here. It was peaceful and pleasant.

We went inside after we had enjoyed an after dinner
take by the pool and sat down to watch the news and
"60 Minutes" for the first time in a long time. We were
pleased to discover that our moron president hadn't
gotten us into any new wars in the last week.

We turned the TV off and cuddled together for a while.
Then Dave helped me to the floor and gently, carefully
ate my newly perforated pussy. It felt good and I was
happy to repay the favor when he was finished.

We went to bed satisfied and slightly more at ease than
we had been since we moved in.

The next morning everything was pretty normal. Until I
put one of those sheer blouses on for the first time. I
couldn't believe how naked I felt. My breasts were
totally displayed. The new barbells, which seemed to
keep my nipples erect, were glaringly obvious. They
drew the eye to my nipples. I couldn't believe I was
going to have to wear these sheer blouses for the
foreseeable future. I might as well be topless.

I put Roy's note in my purse and headed off to work. I
kept my eyes down as I walked through the parking
garage and into the lobby of my building. I heard
conversations stop everywhere I went and I felt the
eyes of every permister, male and female, following me in
shock, everywhere I went.

I made my way to my cubicle and put my purse away, and
then I went and knocked on Mr. Jeffermister's door. He
waived me in and I handed him the note. I stood there
while he read the note and when he had finished he
stared at my tits for a minute. Then he got up and
closed the door and the blinds and made me strip. He
examined my piercings closely. He seemed to be pleased.

"I wasn't aware that you were telling your owners about
what was happening here," he said. "Why do you do
that?"

"They make me," I answered. "Every evening my husband
and I go to their home and I have to tell them, in as
complete detail as possible, everything that happens to
me of a sexual nature as a result of the haves they
have given me."

Mr. Jeffermister went around his desk and sat down in his
chair and ordered me to come and kneel in front of him
so that I would have something to talk about when I
went home.

I sucked him off quickly and then asked him if he would
convey the contents of that note to Mr. Taylor and the
Jimmy and Dan in the mailroom.

He nodded and I dressed and went to work. As had become
my habit since I had been powerd to adopt a more
revealing style of dress, I stayed in my cubicle all
day unless I absolutely had to get up and go to the
bathroom. One of the reamisters that this was such an
awful place to work was that interaction between the
employees was discouraged. If you were seen at someone
else's cubicle you would be asked what you were doing
there. You had best have a work related reamister for any
conversation you were seen having.

But this now worked to my advantage. There weren't
people moving around seeing me and the way I was
dressed and perforated for the amusement of others.

The next three weeks passed quickly. I usually ended up
providing blowjobs to the same four men at work every
day, though some days not everyone got one. And Roy and
Ann ordered us over a few times. Since he couldn't fuck
me, Roy fucked poor Dave in the ass all three times
while I ate Ann's pussy out.

I had to provide oral service to the two young boys
that mowed our grass on Saturday. I also had to start
paying them. They were so excited about losing their
virginity on the first Saturday that they had forgotten
to ask for money. That didn't go over well with their
parents and they had to make up some excuse for why
they didn't get any money. We had to correct that
oversight on their second visit.

A couple of times a week, some strange man would appear
at our door and come in and demand sex. But they were
all aware that my breasts and my pussy were off limits
until I was healed.

It couldn't last forever. On Sunday, the end of the
third week, Dave and I made love and I found that the
rings, all three of them, not only didn't hurt any
more, they actually added to the experience. The extra
stimulation on my clit was really great. I had an
orgasm with Dave just from straight fucking for the
first time!

After we made love we did something else that was new
to our lovemaking since coming under the control of Roy
and Ann. We cleaned each other with our mouths, and we
found it stimulating when it was just the two of us. We
even went ahead and ate each other to another nice
orgasm, Dave's tongue, working that ring on my clit,
were magic.

We cuddled up and fell arelax in each other's arms,
trying not to thing about all the restrictions being
off tomorrow.

In the morning we ate our normal quick breakfast and
Dave left for work at the normal time. I didn't dress
until after breakfast. I found I was spending as much
time in the nude as I could when at home, but still far
too much time nude at the office.

I put on another sheer blouse and one of my tiny
skirts, slipped on my shoes, grabbed my purse and
headed out to my car. Ann was waiting for me outside.

"Sweetheart," she said sweetly, "I have really missed
your little bus stories. Why don't you take the bus
today?" She paused to enjoy my reaction for a moment
and then she walked away. I began my rush to the bus
stop at the end of the street. I had the routine down
by now. I handed the driver my money and got my
transfer and then took a seat half way down the aisle.
I felt the eyes of every permister on the bus exploring my
all but naked breasts.

As soon as I was seated someone took the seat beside
me. I didn't look up. I hated to look in the eyes of
the people who took advantage of me. The man put his
arm around the back of my seat, his hand dangling very
close to my breast.

He said, "Hi, I'm Terry, what's your name, darling?"

"Donna," I whispered. "My name is Donna."

"I love your outfit," he said, and I could tell from
his voice that he was not just being polite.

"Where are you going, Donna?" he asked.

"I have to go to work," I answered.

He asked me where I worked and I was powerd to tell
him. He asked if I always dressed this sexily and I
said yes. The next question started getting me into
trouble. He asked if they liked the way I dressed at
work. I had to say yes.

His hand was on my thigh now and when I didn't object
he was quick to move it up and explore my pussy.

"You must turn a lot of men on at work with this hot
body and sexy clothing, don't you?"

I nodded, gasping as I felt his fingers slip into me.

"Do you ever get propositioned at work?" he asked.

Before I could answer he went on to ask, "Do you ever
fuck anyone you work with?"

I nodded again.

He asked who and I told him and then he asked why,
since he had noticed that I was married.

I hated these questions, but I was compelled to answer.
"I don't have any choice. I have to fuck them."

"You have to?" he asked. "Why?"

"Because they tell me to," I was powerd to say.

"Do you always do what you are told?" he asked, a
little bit incredulously.

I groaned as I was powerd to answer. "Yes, I always do
what I am told."

"Why," he asked.

"I don't have any choice. I have to," I responded
reluctantly.

"Do you have to do what anyone tells you to do?" he
asked, still not sure he believed his good luck, and
not sure yet how to use this to his advantage.

"So if I ordered you to strip naked right here and now,
you would do it?" he asked.

I nodded.

He was still unsure, but he knew that somehow he was
going to take advantage of this.

"Unbutton the top three buttons on your blouse," he
ordered.

I sighed in resignation and quickly obeyed.

"Well I'll be a mister of a bitch!" he exclaimed.

His hand was still suspended just above my chest, but
now he lowered it and took hold of my breast and
squeezed it gently before exploring my nipple and it's
shiny little piercing.

I saw my stop approaching and I told him that I had to
get off here.

He said, "No, you don't. My stop is not far from here,
and there is a motel right there. I think we are going
to go and get a room and fuck for a while."

I suppose it was inevitable. At least he wasn't going
to follow me home and fuck me there. I just nodded and
he continued to worry me until just before his stop.
He got ready to get up and I started to button my
blouse but he stopped me.

"No," he said. "Leave it like that, I like it."

We got off three blocks up from my stop and I followed
him to the motel on the corner. He ordered me to go in
and get a room and I pointed out that, dressed like I
was they might not let me have one. He thought about
that and said, "Okay, go ahead and button up. Now, go
get a room and come back out here and get me."

I hurried in and got the room. I got some nasty looks
from the desk clerk, but he didn't say anything. I gave
him my credit card and waited for him to run it. The
supreme irony of being in the position of having to pay
for a room so that some strange man could **** me did
not escape me. I filled out the registration card and
then went out and led the man to our room. On the way
to the room I asked him to let me call in and tell my
boss why I was late.

Once in the room he used his cell phone to call in
sick. Then he told me to call my boss, after I
undressed. I slipped out of my blouse and skirt and he
saw the bar in my clit for the first time. He put me on
the bed and knelt between my legs and while I called
Mr. Jeffermister on my cell phone this stranger played
with my pussy and my little barbell. I didn't even know
his name, but then, that was the norm now. Men came to
my house all the time and put their dicks in me without
bothering to tell me their names. Not that I
particularly cared what their names were. It's just
that this is not the kind of permister I am, and doing
these things was difficult for me. It hurt. And the
fact that I had no choice didn't help at all.

When Mr. Jeffermister came on the line I said, "Mr.
Jeffermister, this is Donna. I am not sure what time I
will be in today. Ann made me take the bus and a man on
the bus ordered me to go with him to a motel."

He asked me how long it would be and I said, "I don't
know sir, he hasn't said."

He asked to talk to the man and I held the phone out
and he hesitated for a minute, but then he took it and
said, "Hello?"

He listened for a minute and then responded, "I don't
know man. She is one hot little piece of ass and I am
going to enjoy playing with her for an hour or two I
suppose. I don't have any plans."

He listened for a while and then said, "Cool it dude.
You must be a bitch to work for! Here's the deal man.
She is with me and I am going to fuck her for a while.
When I am done with her I will let her go!" Then he
hung up my phone and tossed it onto the other bed with
my clothes and my purse.

The man stood up and undressed slowly as he stared down
at me. He was a good looking man in his mid thirties,
and he had a good body. I watched him undress and then
he got on the bed and ordered me to suck him off.

He had apparently never been deep throated before and
he really enjoyed it.

"Holy cuckolds brownie!" he exclaimed. "Fuck! Baby you're good!" He
was very vocal all the way through my blowjob and when
he finally came he was holding my head tight against
his hard stomach and his hot load slid right down my
throat. I never tasted a thing.

He relaxed slowly, and I was able to pull back enough
to make breathing easier.

"Donna, I gotta tell you, that was, without any
question, the very best blowjob I have ever had in my
life! Your husband is a very lucky man!"

I murmured, "He used to be," under my breath and he
looked at me curiously for a minute. But he was far
less troured by my situation than he was aroused by
it. He ordered me to lick and suck his balls until he
was hard again and then he fucked me, for a very long
time. He must have read the "Kama Sutra" because every
few minutes we got into another position and by the
time we finally came we had been in at least a dozen,
some of them very difficult.

After he came and collapsed on his back he watched,
amused, as I cleaned him with my mouth. I had yet to
find a man that didn't find that act just as appealing
as I found it degrading.

He made me suck him until he was hard enough to fuck me
twice more before he finally started getting dressed.
As we dressed he asked me more questions. He asked
about my husband, how he felt about what I was doing
and if he had to obey too. Before he let me leave he
made me give him my address.

When he finally released me I walked the three blocks
to my bus stop and finally made it to work, four hours
late and smelling like sex. I was in such a hurry to
get out of there I hadn't even thought to take a
shower!

I reported to Mr. Jeffermister in his office and he
ordered me to come in and close the door. He looked
like he was mad at me! It wasn't fair; he knew I
couldn't say no.

He made me tell him everything that had happened, but
while I was telling him what I had gone through he laid
me on his desk on my back and flipped my skirt up and
fucked me for the first time in three weeks. By the
time I had told him, in detail, everything that
happened from the time I got on the bus he had fucked
me twice.

He finally let me up and after I sucked him clean he
made me lick up the cum that had formed a puddle under
me on his desk top. When I had finished he ordered me
to go clean up and go see Mr. Taylor.

I went to the bathroom and washed my thighs and pussy
with wet paper towels. Then I slowly walked down the
hall to Mr. Taylor's office. I knocked at his door and
he said, "Who is it?"

I told him it was me and he said, "Come in."

I opened his door and was shocked to see him fucking
one of my coworkers, a cute redhead that worked near
me. I had never spoken to her; I didn't even know her
name. I quickly closed the door and watched, I didn't
know what else to do.

He ordered me to move around to the other side of his
desk so that he could watch me undress. I asked him if
I could lock the door and he yelled, "No! Now damn it,
do what you're told!"

I moved around and stood behind his desk and quickly
undressed. Then he ordered me to lean down so that he
could introduce me to his friend Sheryl. I leaned down
beside them and he introduced me as if we were standing
out in the hall with our clothes on. I saw on her face
the offense that she was feeling and I recognized
immediately that she, too, was here against her will.

We quietly said hello to each other and then Mr. Taylor
pushed our heads together and ordered us to kiss. I
pressed my lips to hers, after what I had been through
with Ann it was no longer a big deal. But I could tell
that she had not kissed another woman this way before
and it was hard for her.

I tried to comfort her and tell her it wasn't so bad
but Mr. Taylor ordered me to shut up and kiss her. So I
started kissing her, gradually making it a more
passionate kiss. While we kissed Mr. Taylor took my
hand and pulled it to her breast. I did whatever I
could to make it better for the poor woman. It was
obvious that she was being traumatized by what he was
doing to her.

I heard the door open and the janitor came in and
locked the door behind him. I was starting to wonder
about this unnatural relationship between these two
men. I heard him undressing and soon he was behind me
and working his large black cock into my pussy.

As the janitor began to violently fuck me, Mr. Taylor
picked up his pace and soon I watched the agony in
Sheryl's eyes as he filled her pussy with cum.

I continued to kiss her lightly while he rested against
her with his cock still lodged in her pussy. I could
see him, he was staring at the janitor's cock ramming
in and out of me. It suddenly occurred to me what the
relationship was between them. Mr. Taylor was turned on
my black men having sex with white women.

He watched the janitor and egged him on, "That's it
man, fuck the cuckolds brownie out of her! Fill her nasty cunt up
with some fresh hot cum. Make her squirm on the big
cock of yours!"

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Panties And Control Are A Man's Best Friend


My wife controls the purse strings and every other
aspect of my life. She controls when we will eat and
when we will have sex, and how we will have sex. She
was the boss. I was the wimp. Some how that is what has
happened. When I realized what she was doing. I was
already too far gone. I was 28 years old married for
five years. I am 5 feet 4 inches tall. Slim build. I
weighed 145 pounds.

My wife is close to my size but 20 ponds lighter. She
had the better job and she made the money. I was happy
to have a part time job and keeping the house clean.
What I did not know was Kathy’s plan for me. It started
small enough. A routine doctor’s check up. Blood work
up and low red pressure. Not a bad check up.

The doctor set up a diet and some medication for my
red pressure and some injections for off setting the
thin red. The diet was ok, the pills no problem. The
workout program was a bit aggressive. After several
weeks of the program he needed to prescribe a cream for
my chest.

My muscles were sore and did not seem to heal. It has
been six months since my check up and I seem to be
better. She as allowed me to grow my hair longer as it
does seem to grow faster. I have noticed that things
that did upset me no longer do. I find my self reading
more and more. Romance novels and the like. I never
knew I liked those, I thought they were a joke. I have
also found that being healthy had reduced my body hair.
Not a bad trade off. I am a little worried that my
breasts have grown a bit.

I guess the fat there takes more effort to get in
shape. My waist as reduced and I have lost fifteen
pounds and feel great. I have had several more doctors’
appointment and I have had to take some antidepressant
haves. They have made me a very likeable and agreeable
permister now. I seem to be happy. We went on a quick
vacation and it was then that I found just how mad she
can get. The airline had lost my suit case. No stores
were open or even close if they were open. We had
dinner and relaxed. She said she needed a shower and I
should join her.

That was a no brainier for me. I stripped down and
joined her. It was when we were done that she ordered
takes and told me that this was going to be a great
vacation. She told me that the only clothes we had were
hers. I have been feeling a bit submissive lately and
when she tossed me her panties and said to put them on.
I did put them on and they did fit rather well. She
then said that with my breasts it looked a bit funny
and she tossed me a bra. I was able to get it on and I
have to admit that I did look ok in the outfit. We
slept and in the morning we had breakfast in the room
and she again gave me my pills.

We lounged around the room and I was feeling mellow and
relaxed. It was then she said that while we were in a
foreign country that if I wanted to please her that I
could get a small operation done and make her very
happy. To know I could make her happy was all I cared
about. I agreed to it on the spot. She asked if I
wanted to know what she wanted to do to me.

I told her, if it would make her happy then it made me
happy and I slipped on her sweat suit outfit and we
took a tour of the town. We stopped at a rather newer
building and entered. When we walked in the girl behind
the counter asked if we had an appointment. My wife
said yeas and gave my name. She stood up and told me to
follow her. I did.

In a small exam room she told me to remove my outer
clothes. I did just that. She saw my bra and panties
and remarked how nice they were. She had me sit on the
table and took my red pressure and then told me to
lie down. She put an IV in my arm and it was attached
to a clear tube that ran up to a bottle of something. I
soon was out and that was it. Later I felt being moved
into an operating room. I heard my wife talking and
then nothing. When I woke up I was so out of it.

I felt no pain and knew nothing. My wife appeared and
asked if I was Ok. I told her I was. She said so was so
proud of me and loved me even more. That was all I
needed. My upper body was wrapped in a tight top and my
lower part felt as if I was in a diaper. I stayed at
the hotel for the rest of the vacation.

She just seemed to think it was great. I did too. A
nurse would look in on me and check things out. On the
way to the airport we stopped at the doctor’s office
for some pills and shots. On the plane ride home I
slept like a baby. Once we arrived at home she had me
take a lot of pills for the next two weeks.

It seemed all I did was relax. The following week she
said she was so happy and content that she was going to
reward me. I told her it was my pleasure. She handed me
a stack of clothes. They contained a bra and panties
and a dress. I look at it and looked at her and she
smiled. She said that first I needed a shower and that
she would give me one.

She insisted while in the shower that there be no light
on. I felt her run her hands over me with a bar of
soap. My breasts did feel different. They seemed
plumper, and heavier. When she washed me below it
seemed rather smooth and easy to wash. I was pleasing
her and that was all I needed. It was when she dressed
me and did my hair and makeup that when she handed me
the mirror that what I saw was not me.

I put the mirror down and looked in the full length
mirror. There stood beautiful women. I did not see me.
She hugged me and said I was perfect. What I saw was
that there was cleavage and more cleavage. She told me
to undress. As I started to undress she would stop me
and admire me and say how happy she was. It was when I
stood there just in a bra and panties that she said
that she would finish. As she undid the bra and stepped
back I felt my breasts fall a bit. When she pulled my
panties down and had me step out of them.

I stood there naked and she just smiled and said she
loved me and was so happy. She then took my hands and
put them on my breasts and told me to feel them and
enjoy them. She then took my hands and placed then on
my lower belly. She started to push them down farther
and further. My hands were being pushed all the way
down. I felt nothing until I felt between my legs and
that was it.

She then turned me towards the mirror and there I
stood. I had full breasts and there was nothing below
the waist. My testicles were gone as well as my penis.
There was nothing. It was smooth as my back side. She
said that she was thrilled with me and loved me all the
more. I was in heaven.

She said the change was for my own good as I needed to
be more loveable to her. With all the pills I was
taking I did not disagree with her. Over the next
several months I became very comfortable with me new
body. When we went out her friends would tell her that
I had a better body than her. She would answer them
telling them how proud she was of me. She always ended
it with a, and I love him dearly. That was all I
needed.

She began to bring male friends over and they would
spend the night. She had taken the guest bed room and
converted it into my room. So she would not disturb me
with her male friends. She was so nice to me.

I kept the house clean and I have turned into a rather
good cook and have always enjoyed doing her laundry.
She does love me and when her male friends leave for
the night she always has me to perform what she call a
good cleaning. She calls me into her room using the
intercom and has me clean her up. It is always my
pleasure to lick her freshly fucked pussy. To remove
the cum from her and sallow it for her. She loved it so
much and loved me. Soon there were many more men and
many more cleanings.

She started to call me before the men would leave. She
found it very pleasurable to watch me orally receive
there cum from the source. Some times I would clean her
other times I would do them. As time went on there
seemed to be more men. Some nights it would be three or
four. On one night while I was cleaning her in between
men. One of the men in the room said he would love to
lift my nighty and nail me up the ass. The wife looked
at him and said that the only thing stopping him was my
nighty.

He walk over to the bed where I was cleaning her out
and as he lifted my nighty and pulled down my panties
he spread my cheeks and began to shove his now erect
cock in between my cheeks and then hitting the spot of
entry and ramming it in. He began to pump it in and out
and went faster and faster. When he tried to push it
threw me he jerked and expelled his load in me. He with
drew his cock and turned me around and told me to clean
his cock. I looked at the wife and she shook her head
in approval. That was all I needed.

As time went on is would be a routine for me. Soon I
was pleasing her by pleasing more men than she did. She
loved to begin the night by taking a tube of KY Jelly
and inserting it into me and then squeezing hard. Then
all the later entries there were smooth and easy. They
would just slide in. When she would hold parties I was
the center of attention. She loved that and as well as
I. She would have so many men over to please her by
filling my ass and mouth with there cum. She loved it
when I would sallow it all and beg for more. She never
tired of it. I remember one night she was talking to
one of her girl friends and the intercom was on.

I heard her say that for the past six years it cost her
nothing to have a maid and a cook who lived in and
never asked for a thing. She claimed that with the
money she saved it was a blessing. She said that the
money that I have made for her well off set what it
cost to come this far. She told of how she found me.
She said I was already submissive and the rest was
easy.

She told of using haves to alter my looks and alter my
thoughts. She even went into detail of my operation.
She explained the castration and then removing the
penis and moving the urethra down between my legs as to
create a smooth front and only a small opening in the
skin to pee threw. She said the haves made me do
anything that pleased her. She said that by pleasing
her I was myself be pleased and happy.

Her girl friend asked how long it could last. She said
forever. She said that as long as she was pleased with
me there was no time limit. Plus the fact I was her
free servant. She then said the wedding was a complete
sham and all identity of me has long been lost. She
said this address of the house was never reveled until
after my change. She even went on to say how she used a
different name when she first met me. She said that she
erased me entirely and if I died no one would know who
I was or where I was.

Her friend asked her if she could borrow me as she had
an idea that would help her out of a tight jam. With
out a second to think she said, “Sure use him and use
him.”

She added that I was not be disfigured or have my good
looks damaged. She did say to remember to say how proud
she was of me. The next week I went with her friend out
into the country. I was stripped naked and had some
sort of red wiped on my ass. It was then that there
were many people standing around a small fenced in
area. There was one light that shown down in the small
arena.

The people were talking and exchanging money. I was led
into the center on the area. I was told to get on my
hands and knees. There were small posts sticking out of
the ground. They were next to my arms and legs. Someone
tied a rope around my arms and the post. They also tied
my thighs to the rear posts. I could not move. My ass
was up in the air and I was spread wide.

My head was down and I could not see what was happing.
In a second there were several very large dogs walking
around me. One started to sniff my ass and in a second
he jumped up and mounted me. He thrust his cock deep
into my ass. He was humping me like crazy. I felt a
ball on his cock pushing against my ass. He kept
thrusting and in one strong thrust the ball entered my
body. He was humping faster and faster. He was filling
my entire area up with his hot flesh.

The other dogs were all around barking and tiring to
fuck me also, as long as he was in me they could not.
The dog that was fucking me came with a very large
load. I felt it squirt out of my ass. He tried to get
off me but the ball thing was stuck inside me. He
jerked and jerked and with a great deal of pain he
pulled it out and ran off. In seconds a different dog
mounted me and did the same to me. This dog was biting
my neck and was going like crazy. I lost count but I
know it had to have been six or seven dogs that made my
ass hurt and burned. This went on for what seemed like
hours.

It seemed to grow quiet and people were leaving. One
man asked if there was any more to watch. She answered
that the dogs were done with me. He said he had a small
stud horse next door and would love to see if I could
take it. The talked for a minute and I felt my self
being lifted up and moved to a larger area and again
some sort of cradle.

I was again tied to it but this time there was only my
ass in view and I was covered by some sort of netting
on top. I felt some one rub something on my ass and at
that moment I felt the people lead the horse to me and
help him up. The horse knew what to do. I a flash they
were trying to get the huge massive cock in me. I felt
the tip and then more and I could not even scream I was
in so much pain...

With in minutes the horse had entered me. I felt
extreme pressure and being fuller and fuller inside me.
I must have ****** as when I came too, they were
using a garden hose on me to wash me off. Some one was
pinching my ass. When I awoke I was back home and in my
bed. When I tried to get up I could not. It was several
days before I could move freely. It was later hearing
them talk that she was so grateful to have used me that
she was so impressed with me and my presentation.

She also gave her a stack of money; she said that I
paid dividends. I later found out that the horse had
ripped me up really bad and I needed to be stitched up.
I have been lent out as she calls it to several of her
friends. There have been many parties and many naturals
and several scars. I have even had the pleasure of
being used by her doctor friend as a teat subject.

The FDA is so picky about new haves. I was given two
shots in my breasts and they grew. They grew a lot. I
needed to have the implants removed. They talked about
what was next for me. They said that there was nothing
that was out of bounds. They laughed and talked. She
did say that I was showing signs of wear. She was not
sure how much more I could take.

She did add that she had received several rather large
offers to take me off her hands. No questions asked.
She added that I deserved a better ending. Then laughed
and said that a larger offer solved that issue. They
also discussed the making of a possible replacement for
me as there was a very large amount of money to be made
for taking someone like me to the extreme ends.

I do not know what that means but she loves me and I am
happy.

END

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A Real Life Nightmare


When Bad Things Happen to Good People...

It was another very quiet ride home from work. My wife
and I worked in the same building on the Air Force Base
and we rode back and forth to work together every day.
For the last few days we had hardly spoken. We weren't
mad at each other. We were scared.

We both worked with highly classified documents in
different but related fields. We had both been working
in the same building since we graduated from college.
For me that was three years ago, for Sharon it was two.
Not long after Sharon started working there a mutual
friend thought that we would make the perfect couple
and she introduced us. She had been right. We hit it
off immediately. We had nearly everything in common.

We were both young and I am embarrassed to admit that
we were both very naïve. We were inexperienced when it
came to the opposite sex. We were quiet and shy and
much preferred getting comfortable with a good book to
a night out on the town. We had the same taste in music
and liked the same foods and voted for the same
political candidates for the same reamisters.

We also shared the same distaste for religion. Don't
misunderstand. We are both moral, honorable, honest
people. We had both come to believe as we were growing
up that a lot of what was wrong in the world could be
laid directly at the door of religion and we saw it
more as a power for bad in the world than for good. I
realize that puts us in a minority of the world's
population but I'm just trying to be honest here.

We knew right away that we were perfect for each other
and we hadn't been dating six months before we had
gotten engaged. Our original plan was to get married in
six months, after knowing each other for a year. We
didn't last. We were too much in love and we both knew
that we had found our ideal mate.

So after three months we had a quiet wedding in her
parent's backyard. Her parents were very successful and
lived in a nice house outside of town. The ceremony was
performed by a justice of the peace and the guest list
was kept down to twenty-eight friends and relatives,
though not without some difficulty.

We had not moved in together before we married, but we
had become intimate after almost two months. Neither of
us had been virgins, but neither were we very
experienced. We had a lot to learn about sex but we
were taking it slow and enjoying the journey. When we
first had oral sex it was the first time for both of
us.

We tried to approach the subject of sex like we would
anything else. We read about it and experimented and we
were quickly learning what we liked and what we didn't
like. We weren't all that adventurous though. We
enjoyed a lot of touching and we liked oral sex. I
enjoyed it more than Sharon did, but she seemed to be
getting more comfortable with it.

Neither of us was interested in anal sex or any of that
kinky stuff like bondage or anything like that. For the
most part, when we had sex there was a lot of touching
and kissing and then we made love in the missionary
position. I am embarrassed to admit that I often reach
orgasm long before Sharon does.

But I am getting better about that and I always try to
make sure that she has an orgasm after I do. She often
insists that she enjoys it and it isn't necessary but I
think it's only fair. It isn't that I am a premature
ejaculator.

Well, that was a problem at first. Sharon is beautiful
and sexy and I am constantly amazed that she fell in
love with me. I had trouble being near her and not
getting an erection in the beginning. But after months
of more and more frequent lovemaking I had begun to
last much longer and now we were trying to figure out
what we could do to increase the amount of pleasure
that she received from intercourse. My penis wasn't
overly large, but I had read up on the subject and it
was within the range of what was considered normal, if
only just barely.

We were still working on it though and since we are
both healthy and relatively open minded, at least
within our limited scope of experience, I was pretty
sure that we would get better.

Our present difficulty resulted from what happened when
we went out for dinner on our second anniversary last
Saturday. We didn't go out often. We make pretty good
money but we had been living frugally since we married,
saving up for a down payment on a house and a house
full of new furniture and trying to put something away
towards retirement. When we did go out to dinner, which
was only about once a month, we went somewhere quiet
and cheap.

This night though, Sharon had wanted to cut loose a
little. She wanted to go out and have a nice dinner and
a bottle of wine and really enjoy ourselves. I thought
it sounded like a great idea and I made reservations at
a new restaurant that everyone was raving about.

It was just as good as we had heard it would be. The
food was great and since we almost didn't take and
knew nothing about wine the waiter helped us select a
bottle of wine that we both enjoyed very much.

We were having so much fun that when dinner was over we
didn't want the evening to end. There was a small club
through a door at the far end of the restaurant and we
had been listening to the music all through dinner.
Sharon wanted to check it out. She wanted to go in,
have one more take and maybe dance a little and then
go home and make love.

We had not planned on going dancing this evening. But
as we were discussing it our waiter came over and
offered us coupons for two free takes. He said that he
had heard us say that it was our second anniversary and
this was management's way of saying happy anniversary.
The coupons were only good for this evening.

That was where the trouble started. I paid for our
dinner and we went through the door into the club. It
was crowded but we were able to get a small table after
a short wait. I must admit that I hate dancing and loud
music. Sharon knew it, but I couldn't really complain.
After all, it was the first time in two years that she
had asked to go dancing. The problem is that I am a
terrible dancer. I am what is known as rhythmically
challenged. When I dance people think I am having a fit
and dial 911.

We ordered a couple of takes. We had to ask the
waitress for her recommendations since we didn't take
holy water. When the takes arrived we paid with the
coupons. After I had a few sips of liquid courage I
asked Sharon to dance and we went out onto the crowded
floor. I tried not to make too big a fool of myself
while Sharon danced rings around me. We stayed out
there for two numbers and went back to our table. We
drank a little more and the trouble started when Sharon
wanted to go back out and dance some more.

I didn't refuse, but I kept putting it off. I had hoped
that a little more holy water would numb the embarrassment
as I made a fool of myself out there. My normally very
patient and understanding wife was not quite as patient
this evening, probably due to the unusually large
amount of holy water we were consuming.

We weren't exactly fighting, but it was obvious that
she was upset with me. It was so obvious that the four
men at the next table noticed and one of them asked
Sharon to dance.

She didn't even look at me. She smiled and accepted his
invitation and I sat there watching her prance off with
a complete stranger who appeared to be twice her age.
She was twitching her cute butt in that little black
dress as she walked towards the dance floor with the
man's arm around her waist.

She was gone for a long time. They danced through the
rest of the misterg that had been playing when they went
up there and the next three mistergs as well. I caught
glimpses of her from time to time and she looked sexy
and beautiful out there. She was smiling and laughing
and twirling around. I got to see a lot of her firm
thighs as she danced around with that man, and I could
see that I wasn't the only one watching.

I glanced at the table next to me out of the corner of
my eye and I saw my wife's dance partner's three
friends watching just as closely as I was. Now and then
one of them would look over at me with a barely
disguised look of disdain. It was very unsettling.

I resolved to leave this place as soon as Sharon
returned to the table but when she was finally escorted
back to the table her dance partner had stopped at the
bar on the way back to our tables and as soon as Sharon
sat back down a waitress delivered two fresh takes.

I told Sharon that I wanted to leave and she just
pouted and said, "Let me take my take honey! Come on,
relax Mike. I just want to have a little fun."

I sipped my take slowly and watched Sharon make quick
work of hers. She had just about drained her glass when
another man from the next table came over to our table
and without even so much as a glance in my direction he
invited her to dance and she was off again.

I was starting to get upset now, worried and upset. I
gulped down the rest of my take as I watched for
glimpses of my wife dancing with another strange man on
the dance floor and this time the waitress brought us
two fresh takes before my wife even returned to the
table. I glanced over at the table next to mine and the
first man that my wife had danced with smiled and
lifted his glass in salute.

I managed to try to look less pissed off and raised my
glass in gratitude that I did not feel. I quickly took
a few sips of my fresh take. This was my third take
after takeing half a bottle of wine with dinner. I had
never had this much to take before in my life.

I thought at the time that three must be the magic
number because by the time my glass was half empty I
was starting to relax finally. I felt my cares drifting
away and I was even enjoying those glimpses I was able
to catch of my sexy wife dancing and flirting with
those strange men.

Sharon finally returned to our table and the man she
had been dancing with pulled a chair up and sat with
her, talking in her ear while she quickly drank her
latest take. For some reamister it didn't bother me at
all that a strange man was sitting with my wife and
they were laughing and joking and he had his arm around
her shoulder.

It didn't even bother me when the man's friends stood
up and moved to a large booth that had just emptied out
and somehow Sharon and I found ourselves sitting with
them.

I don't remember very much after that. Some things
stick out in my mind and as the days pass since that
evening I have had some of my memories return, mostly
from the earlier part of the evening. Most of the night
is still a blank though.

I remember not being alarmed at all when the first man
that had danced with Sharon pulled her down onto his
lap and encouraged her to finish her take. I watched
her laughing and smiling and sipping her take while
the man's hand moved up her thigh, pushing her little
black dress ahead of it until her underwear was nearly
exposed. I can remember thinking that something wasn't
right, but I couldn't put my finger on it.

I think I remember my wife's dance partner cupping one
of her breasts and saying something to the man beside
him in the booth, whereupon his friend reached around
and cupped my wife's other breast and they laughed and
exchanged comments, presumably about my wife's C cup
breasts.

First of all, my wife would never permit that sort of
behavior by me in public. She would certainly never
permit two strange men to grope her breasts in public
or private! But more disturbing is the fact that I
seemed to be amused, though not nearly as amused as she
was.

When my wife had finished her most recent take her
first dance partner took her back out on the dance
floor. As soon as they were gone one of the other three
men went to the bar and came back with fresh takes for
my wife and me. I didn't even notice that they were
still sipping on the same three takes that they had
been takeing when we came in.

I was encouraged to take my fresh take and it didn't
take much encouragement. I seemed eager to please our
new friends, whatever their names were. I didn't pay
any attention to what was happening on the dance floor
this time. I couldn't even tell you how long Sharon and
her friend were gone.

I looked up when they returned and I noticed that she
was flushed and looked a bit disheveled but she was
smiling and laughing and I saw no reamister for concern.
Not even when her companion placed her panties and
pantyhose in the center of our table for all to see.

Sharon was pulled back into the man's lap and as she
sipped her fresh take I watched his hand slide up her
leg again. As strange as it must seem, not only was I
not alarmed, I thought it was pretty damned amusing!

Our four new friends were totally ignoring me now. They
never even glanced over to see my reaction. Not even
when my wife's skirt was pushed all the way up to her
waist, baring her flat little tummy and her sparse
patch of light blonde pubic hair to the four men and
anyone else that happened to walk by.

I watched as all four men explored my wife's firm
thighs and slid fingers through her slit. One of the
men pulled her legs farther apart and I couldn't swear
to it in the dark but it looked very much like they
were inserting their fingers right up inside of her
tight little vagina!

Whatever they were doing she was finding it very
amusing. She was laughing and giggling like a
schoolgirl. It almost seemed like she was unaware that
her lower regions were exposed and being explored
freely by her new friends.

I also remember, vaguely, that she was leaned forward
and after a moment pulled back against the man whose
lap she was sitting in and the top of her dress was
lowered just enough to expose her black strapless bra.
After a quick exchange of words the bra was removed and
placed on the table with the rest of her undergarments
and the four men enjoyed the sight and then the feel of
my wife's firm young breasts for several moments before
her dress was pulled back into place and zipped back
up.

After that my memories get pretty sketchy. I remember
that Sharon went back out on the dance floor at least
once more. I am pretty sure that we both had at least
one more take. I have had a few flashbacks since then
of all six of us somewhere else. I don't know where it
was. I know that we were all naked. I can't be
positive, but I am almost sure that I saw Sharon having
sex with all four men in various positions, often with
two of them at a time. I don't know what they did to
her, but I know that some of the things that they did
were painful. I can remember her struggling with them a
couple of times and I can remember hearing her cry out
in pain.

As horrible as that is, I have some even more
disturbing memories. Well, not memories exactly. I have
vague impressions of me doing things, or having things
done to me, that I cannot bring myself to even
consider. They were terrible things that it is just not
in me to do.

Except that I know that I did them. I knew right away
when I woke up the next morning. I knew by the terrible
taste in my mouth and by the pain I felt when I moved.

As I lay there in bed beside Sharon the next morning I
had no idea how I had gotten home. I remember that I
started to get up and go to the bathroom and I felt the
sudden pains in my stomach and...and in my anus. I had
that horrible taste in my mouth and when I swallowed my
throat felt like I had been eating broken glass.

I lay there quietly then, trying to remember. Some, a
very few of the events of the previous evening started
coming back, slowly, with great difficulty. But it was
all hazy and most of the night was still a blank. I
know that we had had a lot to take, but I am
intelligent enough to know that what happened to us was
not the result of holy water. We were haveged. Both of us
were haveged.

I glanced over at Sharon and I realized that she wasn't
relaxing. She was lying on her back and she was naked.
We both were! We never relax in the nude. But the
disturbing thing was that there were tears running down
her cheeks onto her pillow. She was crying quietly.

I reached over to hold her, to try and comfort her but
she pulled away. I thought that she was mad at me but
she sobbed and said, "Don't touch me Mike! I'm...it's
just...you don't want to touch me, not now."

I reached out and pulled her back and took her in my
arms. She struggled at first and then she collapsed
into my arms and cried like I had never seen her cry
before. She was nearly hysterical and it scared the
hell out of me.

I said, "Honey, we need to call the police. We need to
go the emergency room."

She shook her head violently and said, "No! I can't! I
can't tell people that I was ****d. Besides, we don't
have any idea who those men were."

I tried to insist. "Sharon we need to report this. We
need to be tested for diseases. We have to make sure
that they don't do this to anyone else. You know they
have done this before."

She shook her head and said, "I don't care! I can't! I
can't tell anyone about this. Besides, I don't remember
everything I did last night, but I remember that I let
them do anything that they wanted and laughed and
smiled like an idiot. Everyone in that club that saw us
would testify that I was a slut last night."

"Oh god Mike, I'm sorry. It's all my fault." She sobbed
quietly for a moment and then she said, "How can you
stand to touch me after what I did?"

I didn't want to say it, but I thought it might help.
"Sharon, it wasn't just you. They...they did things to
me too."

I shivered in revulsion and I saw that she already
knew. She buried her face in my neck and sobbed a
little longer before she said, "I can't remember much,
just bits and pieces, especially towards the end of the
evening. Oh Mike, it was horrible. And it was all my
fault. You didn't even want to be there!"

I held her tight and said, "It wasn't your fault
Sharon. We were haveged. You, I mean we had every right
to go into a dance club last night. We didn't give up
our rights by entering that place to dance a couple of
dances on our anniversary."

We were quiet for a few minutes and Sharon asked, "What
do you think that they will do with the pictures?"

That was something I didn't remember!

"What pictures Sharon?" I asked in a whisper.

She started sobbing again. Finally she was able to say,
"Oh Mike, there were two men with movie cameras. They
filmed everything. They filmed every perverted thing
that both of us did."

I didn't remember that at all. Oh god, our security
clearances! If those pictures got out we were as good
as dead.

Sharon pushed away from me and sat up and stared down
at me, looking me right in the eyes as if trying to
read my mind. Finally she whispered, "You don't
remember the last part, do you?"

I guess she could tell by the look on my face that I
didn't have a clue what she was talking about. She
swung her legs out of bed and groaned in pain as she
got up and ran to the bathroom.

I heard her lock the door and I heard her vomit loudly
for several minutes. I finally struggled to my feet,
despite the pain in my lower body, and I struggled to
the guest bathroom and relieved myself.

I washed up and went back and stood outside our
bathroom and I heard Sharon crying quietly. I tried to
get her to open the door but she just kept telling me
to go away. I finally went to my nightstand and got out
a little screwdriver and unlocked the bathroom door
from the outside.

I opened the door and saw her sitting on the toilet
with the seat down. She was holding her stomach and
rocking back and forth. I rushed in and she tried to
fight me off again but I took her in my arms and held
her.

I told her that I loved her and held her tight. She
sobbed, "You won't. You won't love me when you know
what I did, what they made me do."

I led her back out to the bed and we sat on the edge. I
tried to calm her down and convince her that if she
could live with the memory of the things that they made
me do then nothing they did to her would make a
difference.

I didn't try to find out what it was that was so awful.
I just tried to assure her that it didn't matter. We
had a horrible thing happen to us. We were still soul
mates. Maybe it would be difficult, but we were
intelligent people and we could get over this.

She made a high pitched keening sound that raised the
hair on the back of my neck and she screamed, "I fucked
a god damned dog! They ordered me to kneel down and I
let a fucking dog lick me between my legs and then fuck
me while they laughed and took pictures!"

I'll admit that gave me pause for just a moment. And
not just because I had never heard Sharon say fuck
before! I had not expected that. But I pulled her back
into my arms and said, "I don't care. We were ****d. We
were haveged and ****d and made to do terrible things.
It's over now. I still love you just as much as I did
when I watched you getting dressed to go out for dinner
last night. Sharon, we will get over this."

She finally seemed to get herself under control and she
looked me in the eye and said, "Mike, I don't think
it's over."

She saw the confused look on my face and she said,
"They took those horrible movies and made us to
terrible things. They must know where we work. They
know where we live. If those pictures get out our
clearances are gone. Our jobs are gone. The only jobs
we will be able to get will be at a fast food
restaurant or cleaning bathrooms in gas stations. And
think about our parents! Mike, your dad has already had
one heart attack. Those pictures would ******* him."

It didn't make sense. We didn't have any money. The
documents we worked with were all highly classified,
but not really the kind of thing that spies were
interested in. What could they hope to gain by
blackmailing us?

We sat there on the bed despondently for a long time
before Sharon got up and said, "I need to take a
shower."

I thought about joining her but she didn't seem to want
my company at the moment. I put my robe on and went to
the kitchen and put the coffee on. I thought about
getting out the bacon and eggs but I couldn't stand the
thought of food right now. Instead I went back to the
bedroom and waited for Sharon to finish her shower.

When she got out I took a long shower and after
brushing my teeth a couple of times and throwing my
toothbrush away I got dressed and went to join Sharon
in the kitchen. We sat quietly at the kitchen table and
sipped our coffee.

As I sat there some of what happened came back to me.
Not the dog. I didn't remember the dog, thankfully. I
remembered more of what happened before we left the
club. I didn't want to. It just kept flashing into my
mind. I remembered seeing Sharon stretched out across
all four men's laps at one point. Her dress was
gathered at her waist and her breasts and her lower
body exposed. She was being groped freely while the
waitress stood at our table and smiled as she watched.

I remembered Sharon being pulled to her feet and one of
the men casually letting her dress fall back into place
over her hips as he pulled the top back up over her
breasts, very slowly, as the crowd of amused onlookers
enjoyed the show.

I remembered Sharon dancing naked in a living room. It
wasn't our living room though. I have no idea where
they took us.

The hot coffee soothed my sore throat but I suddenly
remembered how it got so sore. I can't remember the
man's face, but I remember his hairy belly and I
remember that I had not struggled even though the pain
had been awful. It wasn't a clear picture though. I
couldn't actually swear that it had happened.

I didn't remember the other, what they must have done
to make my anus hurt like this. But I was reamisterably
sure that I knew what had happened and I really didn't
want to remember.

I glanced up at Sharon and I saw that she was trying to
deal with these horrible memories too. She had finally
stopped crying but the look on her face was enough to
make me cry.

I thought again about calling the police. If nothing
else I thought that it might protect us from being
blackmailed later. But we had washed away the evidence
and Sharon was right, if this came out it would ******* my
man. And I wasn't so sure that we wouldn't lose our
jobs anyway.

I reached over and placed my hand on top of hers and
squeezed lightly. Sharon looked up and tried to smile
but it didn't work. I wanted to say something to make
her feel better but damned if I could think of
anything. I could keep saying that it would be alright
over and over and we both knew that it didn't mean a
thing. The odds were that it was not going to be
alright. We both had a very bad feeling about this.

We had no plans for Sunday beyond going grocery
shopping. As it turned out neither one of us could
stand the idea of going out and facing other people. So
we put it off. We had enough food in the house for a
few days. If we ran out of real food we could always
eat soup.

We finished our coffee finally and went into the living
room and sat together on the couch. I held her in my
arms and we sat like that most of the day without
talking. I didn't even think about the Sunday paper
until almost bedtime. We normally spend an hour or so
doing the Sunday crossword puzzle in the morning, but
not today. Maybe we should have. We could have used a
distraction.

Just before we went to bed I went out and got the
Sunday paper out of the box so that there would be room
for the Monday paper. But we didn't even open it. I
suddenly realized as we were getting into our pajamas
that we hadn't eaten all day. I guess we were both
still too upset to eat. I was anyway.

I glanced at Sharon as she was putting her pajamas on
and I saw the scratches and the bruises on her back. I
couldn't even imagine what it must have been like for
her to let that dog...oh Christ! I couldn't even say it
to myself!

What I went through was horrible, but it had been so
much worse for her. She had been ****d over and over by
those four men and then powerd to be with that dog. I
couldn't remember most of what had happened to me, and
I was so very grateful for that.

Apparently they had given me more of the haves than
they had given her because she seemed to remember a lot
more. Or maybe I was just more susceptible. I wish that
I could forget the things that I did remember from last
night. Every image was more disturbing than the last.

We both lay in bed for a long time before we went to
relax that night. I tried not to think about it but
several new and unwanted memories flashed through my
***d mind. I had a fuzzy image of Sharon taking on
three men at once with apparent eagerness. Another
image of Sharon with two men that I didn't remember
from last night came to me and I puzzled over it for a
few minutes before I realized that those must have been
the cameramen. For the life of me I couldn't remember
anyone taking pictures of us.

Sharon got to relax before I did and not long after she
fell arelax she began making terrible noises and
sobbing quietly as she slept. I debated with myself
over whether or not to wake her but I decided that it
would be better if she slept.

The next morning we got up and went through our normal
Monday morning routine without speaking. We ate a
little cold cereal and I drove us in to the office. I
dreaded having to interact with people but it turned
out to be a relief to be able to throw myself into my
work and not think about what had happened to us. Or at
least not think about it constantly. As much as I tried
to avoid them those flashbacks kept stabbing me in the
brain.

We met at lunch time and went to the small break room
and had a can of coke for lunch. We sat together
quietly after I asked her if she was doing okay. She
shrugged and we sat at a small table and held hands and
tried to ignore the other people in the room.

The people that we worked with left us alone except for
Anne, the woman that had introduced us and almost
ordered us to go out together. She came over to our
table and said, "You guys look like hell! You aren't
fighting are you?"

I tried to smile at her and said, "No Anne. We aren't
fighting." I couldn't think of anything else to say but
Sharon said, "We just lost a friend from college and
we're feeling kind of down."

We did go to the same college but I was a year ahead of
her and as far as we know we didn't have any friends in
common. But Anne didn't know that and she accepted
Sharon's excuse easily.

After she offered her condolences and walked back to
her table I smiled wryly at Sharon but we still didn't
feel like talking.

After work I drove home nervously. I was terrified that
someone would be waiting for us or there would be
something in the mail from a blackmailer. I could tell
that Sharon had the same fears.

But when we got home there was nothing but a handful of
junk mail and a dark, empty house. We ate a light
supper and after we cleaned up we sat at the table and
had a glass of lemonade. After a long silence I said,
"I feel like we should talk. I want to say something to
make it all okay. I would give anything if I could turn
back the clock or even just make you feel better in
some way. It is tearing me up to see you suffer like
this Sharon. I love you so much and I can't stand to
see you like this."

She lifted my hand and kissed it and gave me a tiny,
fleeting smile. She said, "I know Mike. It's just going
to take time. Don't worry. I'll be okay after a while I
guess. But there are no magic words and we both know
that 'it's going to be okay' is a pile of crap. It is
going to hurt for a long time. I keep remembering
things that happened and I want so much to forget it,
all of it.

Maybe you were right yesterday. Maybe we should have
called the police. Maybe we should have gone to the
hospital. It's too late now though. Still, I am
starting to wonder if maybe we shouldn't both talk to a
**** counselor. I am really having a hard time dealing
with this."

The idea of telling someone what had happened to me,
what little I remembered of it anyway, was more than I
could stand. But if that's what it will take to get our
lives back then I'm willing to try.

I told Sharon, "If you want to see someone I'll make
some phone calls."

She squeezed my hand and said, "Let's give it a week. I
am not sure that I could actually tell someone what
happened to me, to us. But we have to do something if
we can't get over it on our own. We can't live like
this."

I nodded. It would be harder for her I'm sure. But she
was right. We can't go on like this.

I said, "Okay, let me know if and when you are ready.
Why don't we go to bed and read? Or would you rather
watch television?"

She replied, "I can't stand the idea of all of those
happy people saying all of those stupid things on
television. I vote for reading."

We took the Sunday paper to bed and read it. When we
finished reading the paper we worked on the crossword
puzzle together. It was such a little thing but it
seemed to make us both feel better. It was such a
normal thing to do I guess.

It was still too early to try to go to relax when we
finished the puzzle and I don't think that either one
of us wanted to lay in the dark any longer than we had
to and have those horrible mental pictures play out in
our minds. So we read our books for a while.

I read to the end of a chapter and put my book up. I
turned my light out and snuggled up to Sharon and held
her in my arms while she read. She tensed up when I
first snuggled up behind her but then she took a breath
and relaxed. I held her like that until she finished
reading and then she turned her light off and lay down
on her back.

We lay there in the dark for a few minutes and I said,
"We haven't kissed since Saturday."

She turned on her side and faced me and said, "Do you
really want to kiss me?"

I was shocked that she would ask. "Of course!" I
replied. "I will always want to kiss you."

She put her hand on my cheek and leaned over and kissed
me lightly. I smiled at her and said, "Is that the best
you can do?"

The next thing I knew we were holding each other tight
and kissing passionately. She was pressing her body
against mine and crying and kissing me and then she
broke off the kiss and asked, "How can you want me
after what you saw, what you know?"

I replied, "I am not going to rush you. I know that you
have been traumatized. But I adored you on Friday and I
adore you today and nothing that has happened has
changed that. I will always want you. I want to hold
you and kiss you and make love to you and I fully
expect to go to my grave feeling that way. I will give
you all of the time to heal that you need, but I don't
want you to ever doubt that I love you and I want you."

She held my face in her hands and whispered, "Oh Mike!
Make love to me. Please. I need that now. I need to
believe that you love me after everything that I did."

I kissed her and said, "You didn't do anything Sharon.
Things were done to you. And I care because they hurt
you, but they don't matter to me. They don't change
what I feel for you or what I think of you."

I pulled her close again and as we kissed I move my
hands over her beautiful body. I was careful, more
gentle than usual. I knew that she had scratches and
bruises and I tried not to hurt her. I carefully
unbuttoned her pajama top and caressed her perfect
breasts as we kissed. I was relieved when I realized
that she was becoming aroused. I had feared that it was
too soon. I kissed my way down to her breasts and
teased them with my lips and tongue while I unfastened
her pajama bottoms and worked them off.

When she was almost naked I rolled her onto her back
and kissed my way down to her pussy. She tensed up at
first, but I was gentle and loving and soon she relaxed
and let the pleasure take over. Before very long she
was moaning and her hands were gripping my hair and
pulling my head down as she lifted her hips and began
to grind her mound against my mouth with more passion
and more abandon than I can ever remember her showing
before. It made me think of what had happened to her
but I was so pleased that she could enjoy what I was
doing that I just pushed that out of my mind.

I ate her until after her third orgasm when she pushed
my head away with shaking hands. She gasped and said,
"Mike! Stop, please! Enough! Oh baby, that was
wonderful. Thank you so much. I love you baby."

I kissed my way back up her beautiful body and held her
tight. We kissed for a minute and then she said, "I was
afraid. I was terrified that I wouldn't be able to feel
that again. I love you so much Mike. Thank you for
being so sweet."

I felt her hand moving down and her fingers wrapped
around my hard cock. It was my turn to gasp and she
smiled and said, "Hmmm, I guess you love me after all!"

I chuckled and said, "Yes, I do. But that isn't how you
can tell."

She pushed me over on my back and said, "Maybe not, but
it makes me feel better when I reach down and feel that
there. I was afraid that you would never want me
again."

She got up on her knees and opened my pajama bottoms
and leaned down and kissed my cock and rubbed her face
over it. She smiled up at me in the dark and in a
husky, sexy voice she said, "I think you are going to
get a kick out of this."

She bent down and took my cock into her mouth and I
watched in awe as her lips slid slowly all the way down
to the base of my cock. She moaned passionately and so
did I. I had never felt anything like it! I mean, she
had performed oral sex on me before, but not like this!
The head of my cock was actually in her throat!

I dropped my head back on my pillow and gasped, "Oh my
god! Sharon!"

I knew I wasn't going to last long and as my orgasm
neared I said, "I'm going to cum Sharon."

That had always been her cue to take her mouth away and
finish me off with her hand. Not this time! She moaned
and continued to move her lips up and down my cock and
at the same time she reached her hand down and gently
cradled my balls and tickled the underside of them and
that was all I could take. For the first time I came in
her mouth and as my cum filled her mouth she continued
to moan as if she were having an orgasm.

I finally reached down and pulled her off of my cock
and up over my body. I held her tight and sladyed her
face in kisses. Then we just held each other and waited
for our heartbeats to return to normal.

I wouldn't want to say it out loud, but there was one
side effect of the events that took place Saturday
night that I didn't have a problem with! That was the
most amazing thing that I had ever felt.

I opened my eyes and she was staring down at me
curiously. I smiled and said, "What?"

She just shook her head and rested her face on my
shoulder.

I got scared and asked, "I'm sorry baby. Was it too
soon?"

Sharon laughed quietly and said, "No. I was just
thinking that it was a shame that I had to be ****d
before I could do that. I never wanted you to know it,
but I never liked taking you in my mouth. I did that
time though. I wanted to make love to you and to please
you and as sick as it sounds, I felt proud that I am
pretty good at it now. I was good, wasn't I?"

I pulled her head up and kissed her and I said, "Honey
you were fantastic. Why didn't you tell me you didn't
like to do it before? I wouldn't have wanted you to do
it if you didn't want to."

She snuggled a little tighter against me and said, "I
know Mike. But I thought it was fair. I love when you
do it for me. And I know you enjoy it. I like to please
you."

I lifted her chin and looked her in the eyes and said,
"I don't ever want you to do anything that you don't
want to do. Not ever Sharon."

She smiled and said, "I like it now. Want to try
again?"

I laughed and held her tight and said, "Maybe tomorrow.
Now go to relax."

She rolled off of me and reached for her pajama bottoms
but I stopped her. I pulled her back against me and
held one of her soft, firm breasts in my hand and said,
"No. Leave them off. Stay like this. I like you without
pajamas."

I could almost feel her thinking about it and then she
sat up and pulled off her tops and threw them down on
the floor. She lay back down and in a playful voice
said, "Okay, now take yours off."

I was twenty-four years old and had never slept in the
nude a day in my life. Or at least, not until Saturday
night when I was haveged and...no. Don't even think
about it! I quickly pushed away the unwanted memories
of that night and stood up and scramred out of my
pajamas. I hopped back in bed feeling just a little
self-conscious. I moved over and cuddled up to Sharon
again and put my arms around her. I kissed the back of
her neck and asked, "Why the hell were we wearing
pajamas anyway? This feels so nice."

Sharon pulled my hand to her lips and kissed it and
said, "I don't remember. It does feel nice, doesn't it?
I love you Mike."

I told her that I loved her and we fell arelax that
way.

We had moved around a little in our relax but when we
woke up Tuesday morning we were still holding each
other. We looked at each other and dawdled in bed for a
few minutes and decided that relaxing in the nude was
the only way to go.

We got up and got ready for work and had a light
breakfast. Each day seemed to be getting a little
easier. We were still traumatized of course, but we
could see where things could slowly return to more or
less normal for us. We would always have that horrible
experience in our past. But maybe, with time, we could
return to almost normal. At least now we could talk and
look each other in the eye, and it had only been two
days.

That evening we stopped on the way home from work and
bought a few groceries. We were slowly fighting to
reclaim our lives. Both of us were still having
flashbacks and bad dreams, but we were slowly becoming
more able to function normally and deal with the world
around us.

When we got home from work on Wednesday and there was
still no sign of the people who had ****d us we started
to think that things were going to get better. And on
Thursday, by the time we went to bed we were actually
starting to feel safe again. I kept telling myself, one
day at a time. Each day it gets a little better. By now
my body had recovered from whatever they had done to me
and except for a few of the deeper scratches on
Sharon's back she had recovered too, at least
physically.

We couldn't get what happened out of our minds and I
know that each day as we headed home from work we were
both on edge as we drove down our street, watching
closely to see if there was a car in our driveway. Once
I had parked and we had checked to make sure that there
was nothing in the mailbox that was threatening we
would relax a little more. Except for those few minutes
of angst each evening we were slowly recovering
mentally.

The nervousness returned on Friday when we noticed a
big black Suburban parked in front of our house. The
windows were dark and we couldn't see if anyone was
inside the vehicle. We had never seen it before. We
knew that it didn't belong to anyone that lived near us
and we were both on edge as soon as we saw it.

I was tempted to drive right on by our house and keep
going. I should have.

I had slowed when I saw the Suburban. There was no way
of knowing for sure that it was waiting for us or if it
was those same men from last Saturday. I turned to
Sharon and asked, "What do you want to do? Should I
keep going?"

She slumped in her seat and said, "We might as well get
this over with. Let's find out what they want. It might
not even be them. We might be getting scared over
nothing."

I pulled into the driveway and we got out and went into
the house without looking at the SUV. As soon as we
were inside I went to the window and watched as two men
got out of the Suburban and came up the sidewalk to our
door.

I heard Sharon gasp behind me. We both recognized the
two men from last Saturday night. They were not the two
that had danced with Sharon. They were the other two
that had been sitting with them. They took part in
worrying her in the club before we left and they were
certainly involved in the **** that followed.

I listened helplessly as Sharon muttered, "Oh no. Oh
god no. It isn't over. Oh Mike. What can we do?"

I watched the two men approach our door and I felt like
I had just been punched in the stomach. With great
difficulty I drew a deep breath and tried to sound calm
as I said, "Let's see what they want before we panic
Sharon." I didn't know what else to say.

When the doorbell rang I went to the door and opened
it. They were both very large men with a strong hint of
danger about them. They were the kind of men that you
knew could hurt you badly and would probably enjoy
doing it. The one in front smiled at me but it wasn't a
reassuring smile. He pushed past me and his companion
followed him inside and shut the door.

They seemed to already be familiar with our home. I
suppose that they were the ones that brought us home
Sunday morning and undressed us and put us to bed. They
had been free to explore our home at that time. Sharon
and I had been either *** or so full of haves
that we had no idea what was happening.

The first man that had entered had been carrying a
small, leather attaché case. He turned to us and said,
"Sit down. We have some things to show you."

I had an idea of what "things" they were going to show
us and I didn't want to see them. I knew that Sharon
didn't either. But we were helpless against those two
large men who seemed to threaten us without ever
uttering a threatening word. Their very demeanor let us
know that we were going to do what we were told,
whether we wanted to or not.

I put my arm around Sharon and we moved towards the
sofa. The second man separated us and sent me to one
chair and my wife to another. If it was a move
calculated to make us feel more helpless it worked
perfectly.

The man with the attaché case turned to me and asked,
"How much do you remember about that night?"

I looked up at him and listlessly responded, "Too
much."

He stared at me for a moment and then he opened his
case and said, "Before we get started, here are some of
the highlights from the movie you are about to watch.
Look at them."

He handed my wife and I each a folder full of 8X10
photographs that appeared to be video captures taken
from a movie. I didn't want to look. I had a good idea
of what kinds of pictures were in the folder and I
didn't want to see them. I heard Sharon paging through
her folder and moaning in shame and fear.

With shaking hands I opened the folder I had been given
and I was surprised to see that the first pictures were
taken in the dance club. They were of comparatively
poor quality, but they were in color and they were
clear. They must have been taken from some sort of
surveillance system in the club. They were dark and a
few of them were blurry. But they were good enough that
it was obvious that Sharon and I were the couple who
joined the four men at their booth. Someone had to have
been operating the camera system while we were there.
They had zoomed in several times for close-ups of some
of the more disturbing things that had happened.

I had a cockeyed smile on my face and looked like I
might be a little tipsy but Sharon seemed to be having
a ball. She was laughing and smiling as the men groped
her and bared various parts of her body and explored it
freely.

There were several shots in which she was totally
exposed. There were also a few pictures taken on the
dance floor with her skirt being held up around her
waist by her partner and everyone around her staring in
disbelief. In one series of pictures I saw her dance
partner holding her skirt up to her waist while two men
from the crowd peeled her pantyhose and her panties off
slowly, with lots of groping and apparently lots of
encouragement from the crowd that had gathered around
to watch.

The next photographs were from that living room where
the ***** had taken place. Both Sharon and I still
seemed like willing participants. I noticed though that
it seemed like the more time that passed the more
glassy-eyed I became.

Sharon and I were both naked very soon after these
shots began but it was not obvious that we were under
the influence of some kind of have. I wasn't all that
animated, but I seemed to be cooperating fully. I
wasn't in most of the pictures though. Most of the
attention was focused on Sharon.

She went from man to man, letting all four men explore
her naked body and striking the most obscene poses for
them and for the cameras. But it wasn't long before the
real action started. There were pictures of Sharon
going from man to man and giving them oral sex. Right
from the beginning it was obvious that they weren't
satisfied with her ability to perform that intimate
act.

They showed her smiling and taking the first man's cock
into her mouth with apparent pleasure. But then the
camera filmed from the rear as the man's hands held her
by the back of her head and pulled her face down,
powering his cock all the way into her mouth and throat.
I could vaguely remember her struggles when the first
couple of men had done that, but it wasn't obvious from
these photographs.

She looked at me with a funny look on her face and
said, "I had better fucking get used to it, hadn't I? I
can't spend the rest of the time that I am in the
clutches of these monsters crying and whining and going
into shock. I need to see it."

I went out to the kitchen and brought the bottle of
whiskey and the ginger ale in and put them on the
table. I sat down and Sharon sat beside me and I held
her in my arms while we watched the DVD again.

We didn't watch all of it. We skipped the parts with me
and the two black men and the part with Sharon and the
dog.

Sharon shocked me when we got to the part where she was
finishing up her fourth oral **** and she said quietly,
"Well, I wouldn't want to do it again, but at least I
learned how to be a good cocksucker."

I am pretty certain that I have never heard her say
that word before! Her tone when she spoke was partly
sarcastic, but I had the impression that she actually
meant it! I couldn't see her face. She was sitting with
her back to me, nestled in my arms. But it really
sounded as if she was happy that she had learned how to
perform oral sex like a slut.

I will admit that the blowjob she gave me last night
was the best that I have ever had. I enjoyed it
immensely. But nothing was worth what she went through
that night, or this evening.

I decided to keep my mouth shut and stay out of
trouble. I just kissed the top of her head and sat
there quietly as the DVD played on.

When it was all over we went to bed and even after what
we had been through this evening she wanted to make
love. I would have thought that if anyone would have
found that DVD even slightly erotic it would have been
me. Well, maybe not me, but some men would get off on
that kind of thing. I was finding it impossible to
believe that Sharon would get aroused by it.

When she turned over in bed after the lights were out
and started kissing me and running her hands down my
chest towards my penis I was astounded.

We had gone to bed naked again. We didn't discuss it
after last night. We just did it without thinking. It
turns out that we both enjoyed the freedom of relaxing
in the nude.

As her hand moved purposefully down and began to gently
tease my twitching and growing sex organ I stopped
kissing her and asked, "Sharon, are you sure? I would
have thought that you would never want to be touched by
a man again after what you have been through."

My eyes had begun to adjust to the dark and I saw her
shrug her shoulders. Then she said quietly, "I don't
understand it myself. I do hate what they did to me,
what they made both of us do. I think I kind of have
the feeling that I need to make sure that you still
love me and that you still want me after all of that."

I kissed her and said, "I told you Sharon, you never
have to wonder about that. I'm the one that has that
fear. After you have seen the things that they made me
do, after I have failed totally as a husband to protect
you, and after you have seen how my cock compares to
all of those others I would think that you would feel
nothing for me now but something between distaste and
disgust. I certainly feel nothing but contempt for
myself right now."

Sharon pushed me over onto my back and climbed up on
top of me and almost yelled, "Don't you ever say that!
Don't talk like that ever again! I adore you! You are
the most loving, most understanding, most perfect
husband a woman could ever want. I will always want
you, always! This, this mess that we are in, this is my
fault. I brought those men down on us and maybe I don't
deserve everything that they are doing to me but if
anyone is responsible for it it's me! Of course you
can't fight those men. I don't expect you to. I didn't
marry you because you resemred Arnold Schwarzenegger.
I married you because you were kind and intelligent and
understanding. I didn't want to tell you this but I
always thought that you were just a little bit more
evolved than most of the people that I know. You are
the perfect man. If you weren't you would have walked
out on me after last Saturday. Oh Michael, I am so
sorry about all of this. Please don't ever feel like
you should do something. Those men are vicious. They
would hurt you and I couldn't stand that. We'll find
some way out of this. If we don't they'll get tired of
me eventually or if it gets too bad then we can start
talking about doing something drastic. But for now I
just need you to love me. Now god damn it, shut up and
fuck me!"

I held her tight and hugged her and laughed. I kissed
her and said, "Jesus! You've certainly developed quite
the potty mouth lately! Okay bitch, I'll fuck you. But
first I'm going to eat that sweet cunt of yours."

We both laughed as I pushed her off of me. I leaned
over her and kissed her passionately and then I kissed
my way down her sexy little body. She had always been
receptive to being made love to this way, but I really
got the feeling that she was feeling much more abandon
this time. She really seemed to be opening up after
what had happened to her. I found that very difficult
to understand. It had been my impression that women who
became victims of sexual assaults shut themselves off
and became unable to open up to their husbands or
lovers. It seemed to be having the opposite effect on
her. I wasn't going to question it too much though. She
had obviously come a long way since Monday when she was
talking about seeing a counselor.

I kissed my way down to her little patch of soft blonde
pubic hair and nestled in between her legs. She was
very wet. When I kissed her mound she moaned in
pleasure and not long after I started to move my tongue
inside of her and tease her with it she grabbed my hair
and held on and began to quietly mumble, "Oh yes Mike.
I love that. That feels so good. Oh fuck! Yes, that's
it baby, right there!"

I couldn't believe it but she was about to have an
orgasm. She had never achieved orgasm this quickly
before! I turned my attention to her clit and she
screamed right out loud and pulled my hair until there
was tears in my eyes. But I kept attacking her clit,
licking and sucking and nibbling at it lightly until
she screamed again and then pushed me away.

I lifted my head and blew softly on her pussy as she
lay there panting and gasping and slowly unclenching
all of her muscles. It was fascinating to watch. I
couldn't help wondering if that DVD had actually
aroused her. Some of those, no, most of those ***** had
been very vulgar. There had never been any indication
that she was turned on by that kind of thing. I didn't
say anything, but I was going to be watching her
closely for a while.

Sharon lifted my head and smiled down at me and said,
"That was the best ever Mike. God I love you! Thanks
baby. How do you want it? Would you like to fuck me or
would you like me to suck your cock?"

That was another thing that I was noticing. She had
never used the words fuck and cock in her life as far
as I can tell. She was using them now and it didn't
even seem like she was aware of it.

I crawled up beside her and said, "If you aren't too
tired I would really like another one of those
fantastic blowjobs."

She grinned and said, "My pleasure baby. Any time, any
place, all you have to do is ask. I love sucking your
cock."

Cool! Well, I mean it was totally out of character for
her, but what man wouldn't like to hear that sentence
come from his wife's mouth?

After my initial, and I suppose typical male response,
I found myself worrying about the changes that Sharon
was going through because of the horrible things that
were happening. I didn't doubt for a second that I
would continue to love her no matter how she changed.
But despite the exciting s*******s she was developing I
already missed my sweet, demure young wife. Her newly
developing language s*******s were so out of character for
her. I'm not sure how I feel about that change.

On the other hand, she was dealing with what seemed to
me to be an intolerable situation much better than I
would have guessed that she could. If she can get
through this with her sanity and the only side effect
is this new vocabulary she is exhibiting then that will
be fine with me.

My main concern is that we survive. I still cringe when
I remember how she was last Sunday. I was really afraid
that she wasn't going to come around after what had
happened to us. But after the use she had received
this afternoon when we came home from work and they
made us watch that DVD while she was powerd once more
to suck those two men off I think that she may have
reached some sort of mental compromise with herself. If
that's what it takes then it's fine with me.

That was about as far as I got on that train of thought
before Sharon had licked and kissed her way down my
body to my crotch. My mind went blank as her tongue
moved over my balls and after licking and kissing them
for a few minutes she licked her way up my cock. For
just a second I felt a little self-conscious as I
thought about how I compared to those large cocks that
she had recently been introduced to. But that
disturbing thought was driven from my mind by the
pleasure as her lips wrapped around my hard shaft and
slid all of the way down. She slid her lips down slowly
and the effect was incredible. It felt like my cock was
sinking into a soft, wet, warm vagina.

Until last Saturday, Sharon would, with much less
enthusiasm than she exhibited now, take my cock into
her mouth. But she never took more than about two
inches of it and it was always apparent that it made
her uncomfortable. I don't mean to say that she
purposefully made it less pleasant, less exciting than
it could have been. I still enjoyed those few minutes
that she would hold my cock in her mouth and move her
lips up and down, carefully avoiding touching me with
her tongue any more than necessary.

Now though, her mouth engulfed my entire organ and she
used her tongue wantonly and moaned in pleasure. I
never imagined that it could be like this! This was
incredible. And now I didn't have to worry that I would
lose control and ejaculate in her mouth. She wanted me
to! She was working hard to get me to cum in her mouth!
I may hate the situation we now found ourselves in, but
damn! I couldn't complain about this.

Until recently I used to pride myself on my ability to
prolong our lovemaking. Not so much oral sex, but
intercourse. I was always careful to make sex as
pleasant for her as possible and I always made sure
that she had an orgasm when we had sex.

But this new trick she had learned was more than I
could stand. I doubt if I lasted five minutes again
this time. The sensations she caused with her mouth
were like nothing I had ever experienced before. But I
think what was even more exciting was her new attitude
about what she was doing. She honestly seemed to be
enjoying it as much as I did when I ate her pussy, and
I loved eating her pussy.

Just as I was about to fill her mouth with cum she
reached under me and pressed her finger against my
anus. She didn't enter me, but the pressure at that
crucial time put me right over the edge. No one had
ever touched me there before, at least not until those
black men ****d me last Saturday. However, unlike that
evening, this was incredibly exciting and as soon as
her finger touched me I totally lost control.

I opened my eyes after my orgasm passed and looked down
to see Sharon looking up at me and smiling with her
mouth still holding my cum. She swallowed slowly and
then bent down and licked up a last drop of cum from
the end of my dick. Then she slid up my body, caressing
me with her breasts as she worked her way up and then
kissed me passionately.

I could taste my cum on her lips but for some reamister it
didn't bother me at all. I suppose for the same reamister
that it no longer bothered her. The things that we had
been made to do lately had inured me to that taste. I
had the fleeting thought that it was quite likely I
would taste a lot more of it in the near future. It was
a good thing that I was getting used to it.

We cuddled up and went to relax remarkably quickly
considering what was hanging over our heads tomorrow
morning.

When I woke up the next morning Sharon was sitting up
in bed. The covers were down around her waist and she
was naked from the waist up. I watched her for a few
minutes before she realized that I was awake. She was
sitting there staring at her hands absently, not really
seeing them. I wasn't sure if she was sitting there
worrying about what was going to happen to her today or
if she was trying hard to keep her mind blank and avoid
worrying about it.

She finally realized that I was awake and she gave me a
nervous smile and said, "Good morning."

I smiled back and reached out and held one of her hands
and squeezed it gently. I brought it to my lips and
kissed it and said, "I wish I could say something
reassuring. I wish I could protect you. I'm sorry
Sharon. I guess I'm not much of a husband."

She stopped smiling and in a loud, powerful voice she
said, "If you ever say that again I will slap you! We
have already discussed this. We are both victims in
this and we both know that it is my fault."

She slid back down in the bed beside me and put her
arms around my neck and said, "I don't expect you to
reassure me or protect me from those people. There is
nothing that either of us can do. Just hold me and
promise me that when this is all over you will still
want to be with me."

I pulled her close and kissed her and I said, "You know
that will never change. I love you so much. I did right
from the start. I fell in love with you on our first
date. You are so pretty and so sexy and so smart. I
don't have a clue why you chose me, but you're trapped
now. I'm not ever going to let you go."

She nestled her face in between my neck and my shoulder
and in a voice so small I almost couldn't hear her she
said, "Not even if you have to watch me with naturals or
any of the other terrible things they might do to me?
Oh god Mike! I'm so scared."

"I know baby," I responded. "I'm scared too. Not for
me, I'm scared for you. I can't tell you don't be
scared or don't worry or it will be okay. But I can
promise you that you don't have to worry about one
thing. I will always love you. I will love you no
matter what they do to you or to me. That isn't ever
going to change."

We held each other tightly without speaking for a long
time. Finally I said, "We better go have some
breakfast. We haven't been eating much lately and I
suspect that you will need your strength."

She shook her head and said, "No honey. I can't eat. I
just want some coffee. Maybe a little valium on the
side would be nice."

She was joking of course. She had to be held down and
powerd to take a Tylenol when she was in pain. She
hated to take pills. The only pill she took without
being obligate was her birth control pill.

We got up and put our robes on and went out to the
kitchen. I tried to make coffee but she pushed me out
of the way and said, "I'll do that. I can't just sit
there. Not now. Do you want something to eat?"

I shook my head. I wasn't hungry either. I grabbed the
cream and sugar and put them on the table while she
made coffee. I sat down then and watched her move
around the kitchen, making the coffee and getting out a
couple of cups. Her hands seemed reamisterably steady, but
I could tell that she was scared.

We sat together at the kitchen table and we each had a
couple of cups of coffee. We didn't talk much. For the
most part we just stared at the hands of the clock that
seemed to be moving so damned quickly towards two
o'clock. We did manage a light lunch at about eleven-
thirty.

At one o'clock we went and took a shower together. We
took our time and made it a romantic shower. There was
a lot of touching and kissing. Then we dried off and
went into the bedroom.

Sharon went into her closet while I was getting dressed
and came out with a strange look on her face. I stopped
what I was doing and looked at her and she asked, "What
does a woman wear to a **** Mike?"

If it wasn't so pitiful I might have laughed. I said,
"Something I don't like. That way it's no big deal if
it's damaged."

Then he said, "I'm really enjoying this faggot, but I
have to get back to work so why don't you go ahead and
give your hot ass wife a nice sexy kiss while I fill
her cunt with cum."

I leaned town and Sharon turned her head up to kiss me.
I saw that her cheeks were wet with tears and it made
me want to cry. I thought that would just make it worse
for her though, so I powerd myself to keep it under
control. We kissed lightly on the lips at first and
then I felt her tongue come out and tease my lips. I
was surprised, but I met her tongue with my own and the
kiss became more passionate as the time passed. It was
getting harder to maintain mouth to mouth contact
because the bartender was fucking her violently now,
but I reached up and held her head in my hands gently
and we kissed until he swore obscenely and powerd his
cock into her several more times with incredible
violence.

He finally pulled his cock out of her and grabbed a
handful of her hair. He pulled her face down and I
heard her sucking his cock clean as he stood their
smiling at me, enjoying the pain on my face. He let her
up finally and said, "You look jealous faggot. Maybe
next time I'll let you suck my cock clean after I fuck
your wife."

I probably disappointed him when I didn't react,
because he turned away immediately and looked around
the room. I followed his gaze and saw that there were
now a dozen young women and their husbands in the room.
They were all studiously ignoring what was happening at
the bar.

Danny yelled out, "Hey! Kelly! Come get this cunt and
take her to her room. Make sure you tell her the facts
of life."

I didn't know what time it was now or what time this
place opened. I could see that it was almost in
readiness though. The chairs were all off the tables
and everything was clean. The women were going around
lighting the candles on the tables. I noticed that they
all looked nervous and uncomfortable. Some of them even
looked fearful, including Kelly.

Kelly came over and said, "Come with me." Then she
turned and walked away.

We followed her to the back of the large room. The back
wall had more than a dozen small doorways with a gauzy
curtain hanging on a rod for what little privacy that
might provide. Kelly led us to the first room, the one
closest to the tables where the customers would be
sitting. We stepped inside and I saw a small cot which
took up most of the space in the cubicle. There was a
washstand and on a shelf under it there was a stack of
small, folded towels and underneath that a plastic pail
for the used towels. The only other thing in the room
was a straight chair in the corner.

The little cubicle was so narrow that I could stand in
the center and stretch my arms out and almost touch
both walls.

Kelly invited us to sit on the bed but in a very
despondent voice Sharon said, "I need to clean up."

Kelly poured a little water from a pitcher into the
bowl on the washstand and handed Sharon a small
washcloth. She blushed at having to perform such a
permisteral task in front of me and a girl she had never
met before, but she cleaned herself as well as she
could and then sat down.

I, in the meantime, struggled to avoid staring at
Kelly's beautiful body. I would have been embarrassed
if either of them had caught me enjoying her nudity.
Things were bad enough around here without me acting
like one of the customers.

Kelly sat in the straight chair and said, "Just so you
know, all of these cubicles are wired for sound and
have several hidden cameras filming everything we do in
them."

Sharon nodded. I just sat there numbly and tried to
listen. I didn't even try to spot the cameras. Of
course they would be filming!

Kelly said, "We all work here for the same reamister. We
got haveged one night while we were out with our
husbands and performed any number of outrageous sex
acts with the four men in the front office and varying
numbers of their friends and pets. I can see that you
are aware of how that works."

We nodded and waited for her to continue.

She looked just as despondent as we were.

"First of all," Kelly said, "I know how you must feel,
but there is hope. You are here because they got tired
of one of the girls and let her and her husband go last
week."

"After how long?" I asked.

She sighed deeply and said, "Almost eight months."

Sharon and I looked at each other. Eight months! There
was no way we could put up with this for that long!

Kelly said, "I have to tell you what your jobs are and
what the rules are." She looked at me and said, "Your
job, unless somebody tells you something different, is
to stand outside of that door and take money from the
men that want to have sex with your wife." She pointed
to a small sign on the wall and said, "There is the
menu of services she has to provide and the price for
each service."

I looked at the price list. I was to charge the men
that wanted to use my wife twenty-five dollars for a
blowjob, forty dollars for vaginal sex and seventy-five
dollars for anal sex.

Kelly said, "I would strongly advise you not to hold
out any of the money. They don't have a sense of humor
and like I said, everything you do is being recorded."

She continued, "There will be other men who get to have
sex with you. They will have a special token from the
boss. They get to do whatever they want."

She turned to me and said, "If you know what's good for
you, you don't come in here when she is with a customer
unless the customer orders you to. I don't care if she
starts screaming redy ***. You stand outside that
door and try to pretend that she is screaming in
pleasure."

She looked at me to make sure I was paying attention
and then she turned her attention back to Sharon and
went on.

"For the first week you will be serving takes when you
aren't in here with a customer. You will also be giving
lap dances to the guys out front. If a guy wants a lap
dance you take his money, it costs twenty dollars, and
you straddle him and rub your tits in his face and your
pussy on his cock and let him do any damn thing he
wants with his hands. This is not so much a strip club
as a whore house with dancing. The rules aren't the
same. At least so I'm told. I've never been to a strip
club."

Sharon said, "We haven't either."

Kelly shrugged and said, "While you are out there
serving takes you are going to be pawed all night. All
you can do is let them. You can't say no to anyone in
here. If they do something that is against the rules
you have to let them. Whatever it is it's between them
and management. You just do what any man tells you all
night long."

"In a week or two, there's no set time, that guy you
saw giving Beverly her dance lesmister when you came in
will teach you a dance routine or some other act that
they will want you to perform every night. Once you
have had a couple of days to practice it you will be
required to dance on stage a couple of times a night.
Not all of us get to dance. Some of the shows are worse
than that."

"I should warn you, in case Jeff didn't tell you. The
customers in here are regulars. This is a private club
and they are all members. They come in all the time.
They know that we are here against our will and they
love it. They love it even more when a new girl comes
in and I can promise you, especially as pretty as you
are, you are going to get fucked half to death in the
next couple of weeks. Oh yeah, speaking of fucking, the
wearing of condoms is left up to the customer. You
aren't even allowed to say the word. I have been here a
little more than two months now and I haven't seen one
yet."

Sharon asked, "Do we have to come here every night?"

Kelly said, "No. You will get a schedule. Usually you
work here five nights a week. But then there are the
movies or the parties. Sometimes you go make a movie or
work a party instead of working here. Party is just
another way of saying gangbang in case there was any
confusion in your minds about that. But sometimes they
make you come in on your day off to make a movie or do
a party."

"What about my job?" Sharon asked.

Kelly replied, "They normally leave us alone when we
are supposed to be at our day jobs. You'll be going to
work tired from now on because you'll be getting home
so late. But they usually leave our jobs out of this.
They are going to make you wear nothing but slut
clothes from now on, even to work. I don't know what
kind of work you do or how that will affect your job."

"There are exceptions. Sometimes something comes up and
they make us call in sick and sometimes you are so sore
the next day that you can't work, unless you have an
easy job. I have had to call in sick a couple of
times."

"In the next day or two they will have one of us girls
take you shopping. It is going to be a terrible
experience. There will be a cameraman following along
and you will have to try on a lot of slutty clothes and
even smuttier underwear, usually with the fitting room
door held wide open. One of the places that we always
get taken is to an adult book store that sells slutty
clothes. I heard a rumor that Jeff owns that too but I
can't say for sure. The place doesn't have a changing
room. You try on clothes and demonstrate sex toys right
in the middle of a store full of horny old men. I'll
let you imagine what that leads to."

Kelly said, "I think that's about it. Do either of you
have any questions?"

Sharon asked, "What about the movies? What do they do
with them?"

Kelly responded, "They have a list of private buyers
for them. They aren't for sale to the general public or
posted on the internet or anything. That's the upside.
The downside is that from time to time we have to
service the men on the buyer list. They see a movie and
get the hots for one of us and call up Jeff. Jeff works
it all out and we have to go entertain one of his
clients. I don't want to dredge up any bad memories,
but I suppose that like the rest of us you have been
filmed with an natural. Sometimes the client doesn't
want to fuck you. He wants to rent you to have sex with
an natural while he watches, usually with a few friends.
Sometimes they fuck you first and just let you go home
after that, sometimes they fuck you afterwards.
Sometimes they just watch and send you home."

Sharon asked, "Is there a lot of that? With the naturals
I mean?"

At first Kelly shrugged noncommittally, then she seemed
to sag and she nodded her head. "Yeah, it happens a
lot. Apparently there are a lot of guys that dig that
cuckolds brownie and not very many pretty women that will do it if
they aren't being blackmailed. And you have to remember
that they know we are doing it against our will. That
excites them, making us do it and knowing how much we
hate it."

Kelly stood up and Sharon whispered, "I don't think I
can do this."

Kelly reached out and smoothed Sharon's hair down
gently and quietly said, "We all felt the same way. We
all hate it. But we don't have any choice. I don't know
of anyone that has gotten out of it yet, not until they
were done with her. I don't want to scare you any more
than you already are, but I have to warn you. They have
had to make an example out of a girl who didn't do what
she was told a couple of months ago. I don't want to go
into detail. It was the most horrible thing that I have
ever seen, and I have seen a lot of horrible things
since I started here. Trust me. You don't want to piss
them off."

She looked down at Sharon. The tears were starting
again and she said, "Oh yeah, you always have to smile.
Even if it is totally fake, you have to smile. I mean
it kid. If they see you crying it just gets worse."

She left then and Ron came in with a piece of paper. He
handed it to me and said, "This is your cunt's
schedule. We'll let you know when your shopping
expedition comes up and who is going to take you. Jeff
is looking at the schedule now. I suggest you stand up
and wash your face and paste a phony smile on it. You
have about forty-five minutes before the customers
start arriving. Get out there and see Danny to get your
table assignment. You'll only have four tables to take
care of for a while, until you get used to it. When one
of the other girls is back here putting out you will
have to see to some of her tables too. But except for
that you just worry about four tables. Now get your
sweet ass out there bitch."

Sharon left and Ron showed me where I was to stand
until the club closed. He explained that except for
tonight the club closed at one in the morning. This
being a Saturday though, the club was allowed to stay
open until three in the morning.

I stood where Ron indicated and I noticed the other
husband's. There were fourteen of us standing beside
the cubicle doors that lined the wall. I saw several of
them glance my way and turn away quickly.

Ron said, "You are to stand here and take money and be
polite to the men that fuck your wife. You don't have
to smile. The guys get a kick out of how much you hate
it. You are not allowed to move unless you are ordered
to do so. You are not allowed to talk to any of the
other husbands. Do you know the prices to charge the
customers who want to fuck your cunt?"

I nodded.

Ron smiled and said, "Remember, when she isn't in that
room having sex you are to watch her out on the floor
at all times. There are cameras on you and they will be
monitored, especially for the first few weeks."

He turned and walked away and I looked out into the
club to see that Sharon had been assigned four tables
right near me. Near enough that when the music and the
yelling weren't too loud I would be able to hear the
things the men say to her and watch up close the things
that they do to her.

Sharon waved me over and I helped her get her tables
ready. I put the chairs down and we set out ash trays
and candles and Sharon lit the candles. It didn't take
more than twenty-five or thirty minutes. When we were
finished we went over and stood in front of our
cubicle. We stood outside the door and held hands. I
saw one of the girls on the stage waiting for the club
to open.

The music started blaring suddenly and the woman on
stage started dancing. One of the two bouncers opened
the door and the women all went out and stood near
their tables. I squeezed Sharon's hand and she walked
over to wait for her first customer.

This was obviously a pretty popular place. It seemed to
be filling up fast. I found out later that unlike most
strip clubs the prices for the takes here were kept
low, lower than most regular bars. The money in this
place was made from selling sex not holy water and they
made more money by keeping the customers turned on and
lubricated.

It wasn't long before Sharon's tables began to fill up.
Every man she got close to as she took take orders and
delivered takes groped some part of her body. She was
often being groped by two men at a time. Most of them
knew that tonight was her first night and they were
having a good time tormenting her. She was constantly
being pulled down into some man's lap and roughly felt
up and kissed.

It wasn't fifteen minutes before she had to perform her
first lap dance. It wasn't so much a dance as he used
her to masturbate with as his hands wandered her body
freely. She had a weak attempt at a smile pasted on her
face at all times, except when she was screeching in
pain from a large finger being shoved up her ass or
someone pulling her around using her pubic hair or her
nipples as handles.

It was probably ten minutes after she had performed her
first degrading lap dance that I saw her leading a
large, ugly, overweight old man back to her little
cubicle. Sharon passed through into the cubicle without
looking at me. The customer smiled at me and said,
"What's your name hubby?"

I responded, "Mike."

He smiled wide and said, "Well Mike, I understand that
I am going to be the first customer to fuck your wife.
She's a hot little piece of ass, isn't she Mike? I tell
you what Mike. I'm going to climb all over that sweet
little pussy of hers Mike. So when you hear her crying
out in pleasure you just ignore it, okay?"

I mumred, "Yes sir."

He handed me two twenty dollar bills and patted me on
the cheek and said, "Thanks for bringing her in Mike. I
do love that young stuff."

There were some catcalls from the table where Sharon's
first customer had been sitting. His friends making
obscene comments and offering some pretty nasty advice.

I just stared at the floor as he pushed past me and
entered the little cubicle, leaving the curtain wide
open. The music was playing loudly and that poor girl
was still dancing nude on the stage. I suppose this
shouldn't be called a strip club. The girls were all
naked all night long. She didn't do a strip tease. She
started out with no clothes on and did a series of
moves that were somewhere between erotic and obscene. I
could see from the woman's face that she hated what she
was doing just as much as Sharon did.

Despite the music and the catcalls from the audience I
could hear sounds from the cubicle behind me. I heard
the man who had just entered her cubicle telling Sharon
how much he was going to enjoy fucking her as he took
his pants off. I heard the sound of him taking his
pants off. I heard him groan as he entered her and I
heard him comment on how much he loved her pussy.