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My wife Tina and I have been happily married for almost seven years now. We met while in university together and have been inseparable ever since. Upon graduating, we were quickly married and began our respective careers.



If I had to describe my wife, I’d say she is a petite woman measuring only 5’3″ tall, but has a very curvaceous body. Her breasts are a C cup in size with nipples that stand out almost half an inch when erect and her ass can only be described as perfect, with curves in all the right places. She has the darkest blue eyes and her hair is a dirty blond color with pubic hair to match. For myself, my name is Carl and I stand just over 6′ tall and have an athletic build from years of playing basketball and football. I’ve tried to keep myself in shape and, like my wife, am also blond haired and blue eyed. The vast difference in our height and the fact we are both blond haired and blue eyed, have often made us a striking couple.



Soon after graduation our careers began to take off. We each worked in management for different companies, but always somehow managed to coordinate the two careers whenever issues of promotions or transfers came up. As the two companies we worked for had offices in most of the major cities, this was never an issue. If one were to get a promotion that required the movement to another city, the other was able to get a transfer through their own company so that we were able to stay together.



We were happy together and our sex life was good. It wasn’t anything out of the ordinary though. I had hinted to my wife off and on throughout the years of the games of control I’d like to play, but I think she was always frightened of the prospect of losing control. From the first day I met her, she impressed me as being a very independent and strong willed woman capable of surviving on her own. The idea of relinquishing control to someone else, even just for a ‘game’, was terrifying for her. For this reason, I never pushed, but instead chose to write sex stories as my outlet for my deviant thoughts. These stories always focused on issues of control and dominance and submission of one person over another. My wife knew of these stories I wrote, but never commented on them.



It was only recently that things had begun to change for us. We had just settled in to our new place after a recent move, as a result of a promotion I had accepted. Quite unexpectedly, my wife, soon after starting her new job, was also offered a promotion, but to yet another city. Here is where we ran into our first snag. Where I had just accepted a promotion with my work, they were not willing to entertain a transfer so soon after. They indicated that they would reconsider the matter in a year’s time. My wife, however, desperately wanted to take the job, as it was a higher management position, something she had aspired after ever since graduating from university.



We weighed the pros and cons of the offer, and after securing an agreement from my work that they will transfer me after one year in my current position, we decided to accept the offer. Things happened quickly from that point on. We found a basement apartment for my wife. It was an older bungalow home that had been divided into two apartments. The main floor was being rented out by a couple of young fellas while the basement was being rented by my wife. It was difficult at first to be away from each other, as we had been practically joined at the hip since meeting eight years ago. We agreed that every second weekend, my wife would fly home, which meant we only had two weekends a month to spend with each other.



In the beginning, each time Tina came home we would have fevered sex the first night and into the next day, but it was always the normal stuff. Then Sunday would roll around and with tears in her eyes, she would board her plane and head back for another 2 weeks of work. The evenings in between would be spent on the phone recapping the day for each of us and planning what we were going to do the next time we were together.



It was after doing this for several months that things began to change for my wife. I don’t know if it was the stress of her new job, as she was now supervising a large group of people, or just simply the separation, but I could tell something was off the moment she stepped off the plane. Where usually she’s quite excited about seeing me and is talking non-stop about the flight or her work, this time she was quiet and reserved – almost contemplative. And this is where our real story begins.



“Is something bothering you Tina?” I asked, evident that she was ‘off’ tonight.



She mumbled a quick response, “no, everything’s fine. I’m just thinking about things.”



I didn’t press her for more information for the rest of the drive home as I figured she would tell me what’s on her mind when she was ready.



Once we were home, instead of falling into bed and having passionate sex like we normally do, she instead asked, “look Carl, I’m not feeling well tonight, do you mind if we watch a movie instead?”



While I was disappointed we weren’t going to be having sex right away, I figured there was no harm in waiting for a bit. “No problem hon. What movie do you want to watch?” I asked.



After deciding on a movie, and popping some popcorn, we settled in to watch a chick flick for the night. We didn’t have sex that evening and instead went to bed after having only exchanged a quick kiss.



Well, you can imagine my surprise when I awoke mid-morning the next day and found my wife kneeling naked on the bed looking at me.



As I cleared the sleep from my eyes I took the opportunity to admire her body as it was still firm and curvaceous in all the right places and could bring me to instant erection every time. It was with considerable shock that I saw what Tina had done to her pussy. She had always kept her pubic hair trimmed, but had resisted my efforts, till now, to shave it entirely.



It was with my mouth hanging open, gawking at her newly shaved pussy, that my wife finally broke the silence and asked, “do you like what I’ve done to my pussy for you?” She then spread her knees further apart, opening her pussy further for me.



“Mmm…I like what I see very much.” My cock was now hard as a rock and I began to absently rub it underneath the sheet.



Seeing the movement, Tina reached forward and began slowing pulling down the sheet until my hard-on was fully exposed. “It looks like your cock is enjoying the view too,” she purred.



I was now fully awake and quickly realizing that something was very different with my wife today. Like I said, we had a good sex life, but it was just the run-of-the-mill stuff, and Tina has never been one to talk dirty before. Now all of a sudden she was talking about my cock and her pussy like she was a sex kitten.



Suddenly her expression changed and she almost looked frightened or nervous. Her eyes couldn’t meet mine anymore and she began to fidget. “Carl…could you…ummm…sit up please?” she asked meekly.



Deciding it was best to play along and see where this was going, I sat up in bed with my back against the wall. After only a slight pause, Tina surprised me once again by practically throwing herself across my lap.



“Please spank me Carl. I’ve been a bad girl and deserve to be punished. I didn’t please you last night like I should have.” When she saw I wasn’t moving, she continued, “spank me Carl! Spank my ass! Turn it red. Teach me a lesson for not being a good wife.” She was practically pleading with me and I was almost convinced that it wasn’t an act.



Not wanting to look a gift horse in the mouth, I decided to play along. “Very well Tina. You’ve been a naughty girl and are going to be punished now.” And with that, I brought my right hand down on her right ass cheek with a resounding SMACK. I marveled at how the flesh moved under my hand and how quickly the skin began to redden. Tina has always had very fair skin, so it’s never taken very much for it to change color. After only a slight pause I then repeated the process to her left cheek. I wasn’t going very hard as I wasn’t sure how serious Tina was about all of this.



When she didn’t protest, I began a steady rhythm covering every inch of her ass. As it darkened under my blows I began to put a little more force into them. Feeling this, she began to push back against my hand and grunted, “yes, that’s it. Spank my ass hard. I’ve been bad and you need to teach me a lesson.”



Needing no further encouragement, I laid into her ass as hard and as quickly as I could. She was thrusting back into my blows, screaming and yelling like a bitch in heat. By the time her ass was a deep dark red, she was both panting and moaning and began to beg for mercy.



Craning her head around to look up at me she begged, “mercy Sir. Please no more. Let me show you I’ve learned my lesson and let me please you.” By this point, I was too far gone to care whether this was just an act or if she was serious. She sure seemed serious to me.



Seeing that I had stopped spanking her ass, she quickly scrambled off my lap and my very hard cock and knelt on all fours on the bed with her ass facing me, knees spread wide. The view was absolutely breathtaking. Her asshole peeked out at me and her bare pussy lips glistened with moisture. I realized with a shock, that she was wet and turned on simply from me spanking her.



“Fuck me hard Sir. Ram your cock in my pussy. Show me no mercy,” she begged while looking at me over her shoulder.



I certainly didn’t need any further encouragement and, scrambling to my knees, I drove my cock into her, burying it to the hilt in one thrust. Now, I’m not huge in that department like you see some guys in the movies, but I do alright. I’m roughly 8″ long and about 2 inches wide. Usually it takes a bit of sawing back and forth before my wife is loosened up enough to take my entire length, but not this morning.



Her head shot back with the force of my thrust, her mouth in the shape of an O as a low moan escaped her lips. Like a man on a mission, I began pounding my cock in her with every ounce of strength I had. I knew she was going to be sore for days after this fucking, but I was too far gone to care.



And just when I thought things couldn’t get any better, Tina asked between grunts, “grab my hair Sir. Use my hair to pound your cock into me.”



Grabbing a handful of her long hair in my right hand, I then wrenched her head back and began pulling on her hair to coincide with each thrust into her. Her head was now bent back in a painful position as I sawed away at her ass but I was so far gone I was like a rabid animal. I didn’t care anymore.



I began hollering “you’re going to learn to be a good wife and to look after my needs from now on, aren’t you my little slut? If you don’t, you’re going to be punished, aren’t you slut? You like being punished, don’t you?”



To each fevered question, Tina would scream “yes!”



And just like that, a dam broke for Tina. She began to scream and yell as she thrashed beneath me, in the throes of one of the most powerful orgasms I had ever seen from her. Just as she was coming down from hers I felt mine building and I announced it to her with a bellow. “You’re going to make me cum slut!”



Hearing that, she quickly spun around in my grip and when she was facing my cock she begged, “please cum in my face Sir. I deserve to have your cum all over my face.” Now, my wife has never asked me to do this for her before. In fact, she’s never even tasted my cum and yet, here she was begging me to blow my load all over face.



Needing no further encouragement, I stroked my cock several more times and then began shooting strand after strand of sticky cum all over her pretty face. I hadn’t cum that much ever, as the cum seemed to spurt out of me in a never ending torrent. When at last I was done and had wiped the last drop off on her lips, I sat back to marvel at my handiwork. Her face from hair to chin was covered in white gooey strands of cum. I don’t think there was a spot left untouched.



Shocking me further, my wife replied, “thank you Sir,” and began to wipe off the strands of cum with her index finger and lick it clean. When she had eaten all of my cum, she laid her head in my lap and suddenly got shy on me again.



“Did you mind that Carl?” she asked quietly.



“Mind it? I was completely blown away!” I exclaimed, as I gently stroked her hair. “That was the most intense sex we have ever had. Dare I ask what prompted all of that?” I was a little frightened to ask, for fear that she would decide that it was a one-time only sort of thing.



She took a few minutes to gather her thoughts before answering me.



“I’ve read your stories Carl, so I know what things excite or turn you on. And it isn’t that those things don’t excite or intrigue me either, because they do. But to be honest I’ve always been too afraid to relinquish control to someone else. The thought of not being in control of myself terrifies me.” She swallowed hard as she thought about what she was going to say next. “But with my new job, I’m finding the pressure is sometimes too much for me. I’m expected to be on top of everything all of the time. I’m expected to always have all of the right answers and to know how to do anything.” She paused again to lick her lips. “Now, don’t get me wrong or anything Carl. I do enjoy my job and certainly don’t regret taking it, but the pressure is sometimes overwhelming for me.”



She paused again as she considered what she was going to say next. I didn’t want to interrupt her as I knew this had to be difficult for her, so I just continued to stroke her hair soothingly and waited patiently until she was ready to continue.



“After reading your stories again, I decided I wanted to know what it felt like to not be in control of myself. To relinquish control to someone else, someone I trusted.” Looking up at me for the first time since she began explaining things to me, she continued, “and though I was terrified this morning, I have to say the experience was amazing for me. I have never felt so free in all of my life. Free from stress; free from anxiety; free from the pressures of work; and free from always having to make all of the decisions and to always be right all of the time.” The last statement seemed to come out in rush. She paused to catch her breath before continuing. “I can honestly say that I have never had an orgasm as intense as that before.” She looked away in embarrassment after admitting that.



I cupped her chin with my right hand and gently lifted her face up until I was looking into her eyes again. “I can also say that it was the most intense orgasm I have ever experienced as well.”



Smiling at my words of encouragement, she continued. “If you’re willing, I would like to continue to explore this further. I think I am ready to try not being in control all of the time and to let someone else take the reins, as it were,” she said with a wry smile. “Having someone else call the shots was an amazing feeling and I want to experience that again. I need to experience that again,” she elaborated.



“What exactly are you saying Tina?” I asked, wanting to be absolutely clear on what it is she was implying.



Nervously she replied, “I’m ready to give you control over me. I’ll do whatever you tell me to do. And you can do whatever you want to me.” The last was almost a whisper.



This was like music to my ears. I had long dreamt of this moment and, until now, it had only been fanciful imaginings which I had lovingly scrawled into several sex stories. But now here was my very sexy wife offering to be my sex slave. I didn’t know what to say at first and had to take a moment to compose my thoughts. Finally I managed to blurt out, “I accept. And we can go as slowly as you wish. I’m very excited about this and I don’t want to frighten you off Tina. If at any time I ask you to do something you don’t want to do, then know that you are free to say no.”



“I know Carl. But I trust you and I don’t want to say no. I want to know what it feels like to be truly NOT in control of myself. The only way I can experience that is to give myself completely to you.” “Well, alright Tina. If that’s what you truly want, then I am willing to try this. Together we will see what your limits are and we will explore many different experiences together.” Taking a handful of hair, I twisted her head until she was looking up at me from my lap. “First thing’s first though. It’s time that you learned to suck my cock like a proper slut,” I ordered. My wife had never had much interest in oral sex and had only done it on several occasions when I made a point of asking her for it. Usually it involved her stroking it with her hands and sucking on the head and 1 or 2 inches of my cock at any one time. She would only do this for several minutes before stopping and wanting to proceed with sex.



This time we were going to do things differently. “On your knees slut.” She promptly scrambled to her hands and knees in front of me and looked up at me for further directions. “From now on, when you suck cock, you will not use your hands – only your mouth. Your goal will be to try and get my entire cock in your mouth on every stroke. I will want to fuck your mouth just like I would your pussy or ass.” I could see the fear in her eyes with my last statement. We had talked about having anal sex before, but she was always too scared to do it because she thought it would hurt too much and thought the act was too dirty.



“Now get your mouth on my cock and start sucking like a good little slut,” I ordered. At that, she bent her head down and tentatively took my cock in her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the tip of my cock and once it was completely lathered with her saliva, she began to move her head up and down, slowly taking more and more of my cock into her mouth. I could tell she was nervous, and I had to bite my tongue several times as I felt her teeth occasionally grate along the side of my cock. She was new to this and I thought it best to let her get her bearings at first before I started forcing things.



Soon she had worked 3/4 of it into her mouth and I could feel the head of my cock bumping against the back of her throat. I began to murmur words of encouragement to her as she continued slurping loudly on my cock. “Mmmm, that’s it my little cock slut. You’re doing great sucking that cock. Yeh, just like that. Now start working more of that cock into your mouth.” I placed a hand on the top of her head and began to gently push down each time the head of my cock bumped against the back of her throat. Now along with the slurping noises, Tina was beginning to make gagging sounds around my cock. She didn’t resist though and allowed me to push a little harder with each downstroke, until eventually it popped past the barrier at the back of her throat and slid in several inches.

She immediately began gagging hard around my cock and pulled back quickly, sucking in deep, ragged breaths around my shaft as the head popped free from her throat. She coughed and spluttered for a few seconds as she fought the panic and attempted to regain her composure.



“That was perfect my little slut. I want you to try it again now. You can do it,” I encouraged.



With that she gave me a weak smile and then bent her head down and once again took the head of my cock into her mouth. She quickly sunk the length of it in until the head was once again bumping against the back of her throat. “You are going to need to learn to control your gag reflex when you’re sucking cock. You will learn to take it in your throat so that I may fuck your mouth just as I would your pussy.” Putting my hand back on top of her head, I continued, “now relax your throat, slut, and work that head into your throat.” I could feel her take a deep breath and then hold it as she once again began pushing down on my cock . This time it was with much more force and it soon slipped into her throat. She immediately began gagging again around my cock, but this time, to her credit, she fought her panic and continued pushing down on the cock until she had the entire length buried in her mouth and throat.



“Oh my god, that’s amazing!” I exclaimed, as I marveled at the sensations pulsing through my cock. The feeling of my cock, tightly lodged in her throat as she continued to gag around it, was unbelievable. Each time she gagged it felt like her throat muscles were pumping or milking my cock. She only lasted a few seconds before she had to pull off again, with great gasps of breath and more coughing and spluttering. Her confidence now renewed, as she realized that she could do it, she began attacking my cock hungrily. At times she would force it all the way in and hold it there while she gagged, while at other times she would force it in and out real quick like I was fucking her pussy.



“That’s it. What a little cock whore you are. Take that cock in your throat. Show me how much you love cock in your throat, slut,” I continued to encourage. “Play with your pussy slut. Make yourself cum while I fuck your throat,” I ordered. Needing no encouragement, she reached between her legs and began frigging her clit furiously. Her moans of impending orgasm could soon be heard as I began to jackhammer my cock into her throat. As she got more comfortable and relaxed, her gagging began to lessen slightly only to be replaced with moans of ecstasy.



My own orgasm was building quickly and I wanted to time it to coincide with Tina’s orgasm. When I could tell she was close I hollered, “cum for me slut. Let me feel you cum as I fuck your throat like the cock slut you are.” My words seemed to push her over the edge and she began screaming around my cock as her body shook with the force of her orgasm. This was all I needed and with one last shove of my cock I buried the entire length in her throat, cutting short her scream of pleasure. With her nose nestled in my pubic hair, and her body still thrashing from her orgasm, I began spurting jet after jet of cum down her throat directly into her stomach. I held her head in place as she tried to scream and gag around my cock in her throat. Only when I felt the last spurt shoot into her stomach did I let her pull off my cock, and catch her breath. It took her fully a minute before she was able to breath normally again.



When she had regained her composure, she bent her head down and took my cock lovingly in her mouth again and began washing it clean of my cum. When it was sparkling clean, she flopped over and once again put her head in my lap, allowing me to stroke her hair gently as we lay there catching our breath.



After a bit she looked up at me and asked, “did I do good?”



With a big smile on my face I nodded and replied, “that was simply amazing!” A big smile of satisfaction spread across her face at hearing those words.



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We spent the rest of the day naked in bed exploring and re-discovering each other’s bodies. Occasionally we would stop to grab something to eat or to clean up, but we always stayed naked and would eventually find ourselves back in bed making passionate love to each other. We were like two people who had just been awakened from a very long dream and were only now discovering each other for the first time. Tina often remarked throughout the weekend how alive and happy she was feeling and that it felt like she didn’t have a care in the world. She often used the word “free” when describing how she felt.



It was with a sad heart that she boarded the plane the next evening to head back to work for two more weeks.



The next day, after leaving work, I stopped in at the local Adult Store and purchased some supplies in anticipation for our next reunion. I didn’t tell Tina what I had done as I wanted it to be a surprise when next she was home.



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We continued to speak each evening and, as the days passed and we got closer to her next flight home, the more excited we became. When at last it was the night before her flight, I called her up and, after conversing on our respective days, instructed her to wear a short skirt and blouse for the flight. I offered no further explanation, preferring instead to let her imagination dwell on the matter.



True to her word, when she stepped through airport security, the first thing I noted was that she was dressed as I had instructed. She had a short black skirt on that came to about mid-thigh and a white sheer blouse. Her excitement and nervousness were evident on her face. After retrieving her luggage, we hopped in the car for the ride home.



No sooner had I put the car in motion, did I issue my first command. “Lift your skirt up to your waist and remove your panties, slut.”



With hands shaking, she hesitantly reached down and grabbed the hem of her skirt and, raising herself off the seat, hefted it up until it was bunched around her waist. Her black lace panties were now clearly visible. Lifting up once more, she hooked her thumbs in the elastic of her panties and slowly peeled them off.



When she had stepped out of them, I ordered her to, “put them up on the dash.” Her face turning a crimson red, she did as she was told and then awaited my next instructions. “Now undo your blouse and then remove your bra.”



By this time we had turned onto the busy highway and were slowly making our way home. Looking nervously around, Tina hesitatingly reached up and began undoing the buttons on her blouse. When at last she had the final one undone, she again looked around nervously before leaning forward in order to reach the clasp behind her back. In doing so this caused her blouse to part open, fully exposing her bra and shapely breasts. When the clasp was finally undone, Tina sat back against the seat and slowly pulled the bra away from her breasts. I instructed her to also place her bra on the dash.



I then let her sit like that for several minutes, watching her look around continuously, worrying that a passing motorist would look over and notice her nakedness. The blouse had fallen forward enough to cover the sides of her breasts, but her now very erect nipples were still clearly visible, were anyone to take a moment to look. Tina continued to fidget nervously for several more minutes, unsure of what to do with her hands. She fought the urge to cover herself up and instead sat there quietly with her hands at her side.



“Reach up and pinch your nipples slut,” I instructed. When she had each nipple between thumb and index finger and began to pinch, I ordered, “harder slut. Pinch your nipples until they hurt.” Obeying, she continued to squeeze her nipples harder until her face was a grimace of pain.



“Very good slut. You can stop now.” A gasp escaped her lips as soon as she had released her sore nipples. Her movement had caused the blouse to open further, exposing the sides of her breasts as well to passing motorists. “Close your eyes and keep them closed. Now open your legs wide and begin playing with your pussy.”



Once her legs were spread wide, she reached down with her right hand and began to finger her bare pussy. “I am happy that you have kept your pussy shaved clean for me. From now on, you will always keep it in that state, is that clear slut?” I asked.



“Yes Sir,” she whispered as she continued frigging her exposed pussy. Soon her pace had picked up and she began moaning out loud. As she neared orgasm, all thought about anyone seeing her nakedness was long forgotten.



“Do not cum until I tell you to,” I cautioned her.



“Oh god, yes Sir….I need to cum Sir…can I please cum Sir,” she began begging me, as the pace of her hand picked up even further. Her eyes were scrunched tightly shut as she focused on not cumming.



Traffic was slow enough that I was able to find a van being driven by a young man and pulled up alongside of him keeping pace with his speed. When the other driver noticed that I was not passing him, he casually looked over to see what was the reason. The look on his face was priceless as he did a double take when he saw what my wife was doing. It took all of his control to keep his van between the lines as he ogled my wife’s exposed breasts and bare pussy on display.



When I saw that I had his attention, I ordered Tina to “cum now, slut.” On hearing those magical words, Tina exploded in an orgasm causing her back to arch, further jutting her breasts out for everyone to see. Her head thrashed side to side as she moaned and groaned in pleasure. After nearly a minute of this, I instructed, “you may open your eyes now.”



As soon as they were open, she immediately looked around and with a gasp saw the young man beside her with a shit eating grin on his face waving happily at her. If it was possible, she turned an even darker shade of red. I waved my thanks to the young man and then sped off ahead of his vehicle as we were nearing our exit.



When we pulled in the driveway I instructed my wife to fasten only the bottom button of her blouse and to pull her skirt down. I then had her pick up her underwear and stand at the side of the car and wait for me to grab her luggage from the trunk. While we live in a quiet suburb type neighborhood, with trees lining either side of our house from prying eyes, were anyone to walk by and glance up at us they would see my wife standing there with bra and panties in hand and a shirt that was hanging open exposing nearly all of her breasts. As it were, if she stood absolutely still, her nipples would just barely be covered, but as soon as she started walking, they would pop right out for everyone to see.



As soon as the front door was closed, I ordered Tina to “take off your clothes.” she looked behind her nervously at the glass window which runs the length of the door, before doing as instructed. Once naked I handed her the first of my purchased toys and instructed her to put it on.



It was a sleek black leather collar about an inch wide with felt lining the inside and silver studs ringing the outside. Interspersed around the collar were several silver rings for attaching things to it. Once she had it on, I ordered, “kneel slut and take my cock out.” I made sure she knelt in front of the window by the door in order to add to her embarrassment, as the blush on her face now extended down to her shoulders and the tops of her breasts.



My cock was already hard as a rock and, remembering my instructions from last time, she immediately dropped her hands to her side once she had my cock out of my pants. Despite her nervousness, Tina was like a woman on a mission. She attacked my cock with a hunger I’d never seen before. Soon loud slurping noises could be heard as she worked more and more of my cock into her mouth. In no time, she had the head of my cock bumping against the back of her throat causing her to gag each time.



This time I wasn’t prepared to let her go at her own pace, so I grabbed a handful of hair at the back of her head and growled, “open that throat up slut, because my cock is going in one way or another.” I then began to push on the back of her head, forcing my cock slowly into her throat. She was gagging hard around my cock as she fought to keep control of her panic and to breathe at the same time. I was persistent this time and continued to shove more and more of my cock into her mouth until I had the entire length buried in her. I paused for a second to enjoy the sensations of her gagging throat, before quickly pulling out and allowing her to breathe again.



I repeated the process several more times before picking up the pace and slipping into a steady rhythm of fucking her throat. Tina seemed to adjust more quickly this time and was able to accommodate me much more easily. “Play with your cunt, slut,” I instructed as I again picked up the pace even further. Each time my pace picked up, so too did hers, so that by the time I was jackhammering her throat, her hand was a blur on her already sensitive pussy. When I could feel my orgasm was near I ordered, “cum for me slut.” Again it only took moments before my wife was spasming at my feet as her orgasm rocketed throughout her body. Pulling out quickly, I began shooting spurt after spurt of cum all over her beautiful face, covering it in long strands of white sticky goo.



When at last we had both caught our breath, she bent forward and noisily cleaned my cock with her tongue and mouth. When she was finished, I instructed “clean your face now slut.” At that, she reached up with both hands and began scooping the strands of cum off of her face and into her waiting mouth.



“Now that we have that out of the way, let’s get some ground rules established, shall we?” I asked. Still kneeling at my feet, my wife simply nodded her head and continued looking up at me. “When you enter this house, you will immediately strip naked and put your new collar on. If I am home already, then you will run over and kneel at my feet to await further instructions. If I arrive sometime after you, you will come to the front door as I enter and kneel at my feet there. Unless I say otherwise, you will always be naked in this house.” Pausing I ask asked, “questions thus far?”



“But what if you are with someone when I come home?” she meekly asked.



“Unless I give you other instructions, then you will do just as I’ve said” I replied. “As well, if I address you as anything other than Tina such as ‘slut’ or ‘whore’, then you will immediately slip into your submissive role and refer to me as Sir. While in this role, you will also refer to anyone else that addresses you as Ma’am or Sir. Questions?”



“No Sir,” was the quick reply.



“Good, then go make us some supper.” At that Tina jumped up off the floor and scampered off into the kitchen to begin preparing supper naked for the first time. Once supper was complete, we spent the rest of the evening exploring each other’s bodies in various rooms of the house until we finally collapsed exhausted into bed.



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I awoke earlier than I normally do the next day, as I wanted to put the next phase of my plan into action before my wife had woken up. Sneaking into the closet I grabbed the paddle and wrist straps I had purchased from the Adult Store and stashed them at the foot of the bed. Taking a moment to watch my wife sleep, I marveled at how peaceful and content she appeared to be. Even asleep, she had a slight smile on her lips. She was still naked under the sheets and was also still wearing her new collar. She was laying half on her stomach and half on her side, with her left knee tucked up beside her.



With a grin, I grabbed the bottom of the sheet covering my sleeping wife and yanked it off of her in one quick motion. The quick movement startled my wife awake as she groggily began looking around for the source of the disturbance. Not giving her a chance to respond, I grabbed hold of her right ankle and yanked hard, sliding her entire body down the length of the bed until her lower half was hanging over the bed. Letting go of her ankle, gravity took over and her feet fell firmly on the floor with her upper body still bent over the foot of the bed. As she began to raise up, I placed a hand on the small of her back and pushed her back into the bed.



“Stay down slut and put your hands behind your head,” I ordered.



Still a little out of it, she began to mumble “what’s wrong Carl…”



SLAP. A shocked gasp from my wife.



Smacking her ass hard I growled, “that’s Sir to you. For that, you will have to be punished,” I admonished for not remembering her role. “Now put your hands behind your head,” I again ordered.



By now she was wide awake and quickly complied. “I’m sorry Sir. I didn’t mean any offense,” she blurted as she hastily put her hands behind her head.



Grabbing the wrist straps from the floor, I fitted each one to her wrists and then clipped them together to a silver ring in the back of her collar, thereby preventing her from being able to use her hands. Once she was suitably secured, I continued, “from now on, you will awaken early enough each morning, when you are home with me, to ensure your morning routine is completed and breakfast, which will consist of 2 eggs, bacon and toast, will be ready for me when I wake at 9am. Deviation from this will result in a severe punishment.” Looking at the bedside alarm clock I continued, “and seeing as how it is now past 9am and you do not have my breakfast ready for me, I think it is appropriate for me to punish you at this time.”



“But Sir….I didn’t know….I’m sorry….” she began to stammer as she looked for a way out of her current predicament.



“Stop! Do I need to gag you as well?” I asked, “or are you going to take your punishment like a good little slut?”



“No Sir, please don’t gag me. I’ll take my punishment,” she quickly replied.



“Very well then. You are going to become intimately familiar with the feel of the paddle this morning. This hopefully will serve as a reminder to you of what will happen should you disobey or displease me in any way,” I sternly added. I was unsure of what her limits were going to be, so I was a bit nervous as I proceeded.



Wanting to ensure this moment stayed forever etched in her memory, I decided on impulse to grab the digital video camera from the dresser and, along with a discarded shoe box, positioned the camera on the box at the head of the bed facing my wife’s upturned face. Now, this was a bit of a risk for me as my wife had never wanted to film ourselves having sex before, despite my repeated requests. This time, though, she offered no complaint.



Once the camera was recording and focused on my wife’s face, I walked around to the end of the bed and grabbed the paddle from the floor. “Now slut, I want you to look at that camera. You will continue to look at that camera throughout your punishment. Under no circumstances are you to look away. Is that clear slut?” I asked.



Meekly, she quickly replied, “yes Sir.”



“Now look into camera and explain to all of our viewers what you are and why you are shackled in this position.”



Swallowing hard, she stared into the camera and whispered, “I’m a slut and I’m being punished for being disobedient.”



“I’m sorry, I don’t think anyone heard that. Louder please,” I ordered.



This time louder. “I’m a slut and I’m being punished for being disobedient.”



“Very good. Now after each stroke of the paddle you will look at the camera and count the stroke and then thank me,” I instructed, as I took up position on her right side allowing me to use my dominant left hand to wield the paddle.



SMACK. I brought the paddle down hard against her left ass cheek. A shriek erupted from Tina as her upper body began to lift up off the bed. Having anticipated this movement, I had my right hand hovering over her back and quickly shoved her back into the bed. When she didn’t say anything after a few seconds I added, “I guess that stroke didn’t count. And let me make this clear slut. If you do not stay in position as I’ve ordered you to do, then I will tie you down to this bed and I will double the amount of strokes. Is that clear?” I asked menacingly.

“Yes Sir. I’m sorry Sir. I’ll do better next time,” she quickly replied.



“Very well, let’s start again.” SMACK. This one on her right ass cheek. Another shriek from Tina, but this time she stayed in position, and looking at the camera said “one. Thank you Sir.”



SMACK.



“Two. Thank you Sir.”



SMACK.



“Three. Thank you Sir.” With each blow, I was alternating between ass cheeks, trying to turn every inch of exposed flesh red. After ten strokes to each cheek, and each being carefully counted by my wife who by the end of it was a blubbering mess, I stopped and put the paddle down.



Reaching out, I began to soothingly rub her raw and red bottom. This elicited a murmur of pleasure from my wife who was still looking into the lens of the recording video camera. “Now I have one more surprise for you this morning,” I stated as I reached down to the floor and retrieved the final item I had placed there earlier. It was a small pink butt plug which measured 5″ long and 1 ½” across at its widest point. Holding it up for the camera to see, I explained to my wife, “I bought a butt plug for you. You already know that I intend on using your ass as I would your pussy or mouth, so I thought it best if we start to stretch it out, so you will be better able to accommodate me.”



Reaching down with my left hand I drove two fingers knuckles deep in her moist, wet pussy. “Wow, I bet our viewers would be interested in knowing that your pussy is soaking wet from the spanking. It appears our little slut here gets off on the punishment and being made to humiliate herself for the camera. Isn’t that right slut?” I ask



“Yes Sir,” was the whispered reply.



“I’m sorry, I don’t think the viewers heard that.”



Louder this time and looking into the camera. “Yes Sir.”



Continuing to work my fingers in and out of her pussy, Tina was practically purring by the time I pulled my fingers out and replaced them with the butt plug. The plug slipped easily into my wife’s pussy and was quickly coated in her juices. Removing the plug I placed the tip of it against her virgin rosebud and advised, “you had best start relaxing your asshole because this plug is going in one way or the other.” I then began putting a slight pressure on the plug and marveled as the tip slowly entered her ass and began to stretch her sphincter. I moved the plug slowly in and out, going a little deeper with each thrust, watching her sphincter stretch further and further as it got closer to the fattest part of the plug. Soon my wife was grunting with pleasure and was pushing back against the plug on each thrust.



“Tell the camera what’s happening to you slut,” I ordered.



Between grunts and with clenched teeth, she looked into the camera and said, “you’re forcing a butt plug into my virgin ass.”



“And be honest, are you enjoying having your asshole spread wide for me?” I asked.



“Yes Sir,” was the response between more grunts. Her face turned a darker shade of red at being made to humiliate herself for the camera. By then I had almost gotten the fattest part to her sphincter.



Sweat had broken out on my wife’s forehead from the exertion and concentration required to take this thing up her ass. Her breathing had quickened as well and small rivulets of juice began to trickle down her inner thigh. None of this escaped my notice, as with one final shove, I buried the fattest part of the plug into her asshole. A loud moan escaped my wife’s lips as she felt her sphincter muscle quickly close up around the small shaft at the base of the plug.



“There you go slut, you’ve taken the entire plug into your ass.” Rubbing her ass, I asked, “would you like me to fuck you slut, now that your ass is filled with a plug?”



“Oh, yes Sir,” she quickly replied, still looking into the camera.



Needing no further encouragement, I took my already hardened cock and buried it to the hilt in her soaking wet pussy. A loud moan came from Tina at the second intrusion. Again, no effort was needed to bury the entire length of my shaft in her tight pussy. Grabbing a handful of hair at the back of her head I again pulled hard on her head each time I hammered home. This also served to keep her facing the camera throughout her ordeal. Each time I bottomed out, my abdomen pushed against the plastic base of the plug in her ass, so that to her, it felt like two cocks were fucking her at the same time.



She was soon moaning and squirming beneath me as our orgasms built together. When she was near, she began to plead, “please Sir can I cum? I need to cum so badly.”



Needing no further encouragement, as I felt my own orgasm ready to explode, I bellowed, “cum for me slut. Let the viewers watch you cum from having two cocks in you at the same time.”



At that, I began to hammer her ass like a man on a mission. The sound of my body slapping against hers was like the staccato of a machine gun. Soon she erupted in a blood curdling scream, as her orgasm overtook her, and she began to thrash in ecstasy. Feeling mine was imminent, I yanked out of her and scrambled up on the bed to begin shooting an immense load all over her face, which was still contorted in pleasure from her own orgasm. And to top it all off, the camera had caught the whole thing, including the beautiful facial Tina had just received.



Once we had both settled down, and I had unfastened her wrists, I asked, “and what are you supposed to do with my cum, slut?”



“Eat it Sir,” she replied shyly and began scooping it off her face and into her mouth in front of the camera. Once her face was sufficiently clean, I turned the camera off and offered her my cock to clean as well.



Once done she slowly stood up on shaky legs and, with her eyes downcast, murmured, “thank you Sir for teaching me a lesson. Can I go and make you your breakfast now?”



“Yes you may,” I replied with a smile on my face as I watched her scamper off out of the room with a small pink plastic object protruding from between her very red ass cheeks.



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We spent the remainder of the weekend enjoying each other’s bodies, taking breaks only to eat or wash up, or to catch some much needed rest. I introduced the butt plug at various times throughout the weekend, trying to extend the amount of time that she kept it in. When it was finally time to take her back to the airport, I had her place the butt plug and collar in her purse, explaining that she might need it over the next two weeks.



Not elaborating any further on my cryptic remark, I kissed her goodbye at the security gates and headed for home.



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The next day, once I had my office door closed and was assured some privacy for a bit, I called her at work, around 10am her time. She was surprised to hear from me as I usually don’t call during her work day, but rather wait until the evening to speak with her. Needless to say she was startled when I asked “happy to hear from me slut?”



Remembering the rules she quietly replied, “yes Sir.”



“I want you to grab your bluetooth headset and put it on,” I ordered. Several months before we had bought these headsets so that we would be able to communicate hands-free while driving. This time around I had other ideas for its use.



“I have it on now Sir,” she replied, after several moments pause.



“Very well, I will call you right back and I want you to answer it with the headset this time,” I instructed. Hanging up, I waited several moments before dialing her number again. When she, answered her voice had a slight echo to it, now that she was using the headset. “I want you to head to the large public washrooms in front of your office.”



When she began to ask why, I cut her off with “no questions…just do as you’re told.”



“Yes sir.” I could hear her exit her office and then walk through the busy bullpen as the noise of various voices were picked up by the headset. When I heard a door open and then close, and the noise of voices disappeared, I knew she has entered the public washroom. Against one wall is a bank of sinks and large mirrors, while the other wall is occupied with 8 bathroom stalls.



“Take a stall in the middle,” I instructed. Once she had indicated that she was in a stall in the middle I ordered, “now take all of your clothes off except your heels, and hang them on the hook on the back of the door.”



Trying to keep her voice down, she began to plead, “please Sir…don’t…”



Cutting her off, I quickly added, “if you don’t do as I say this instant slut, the punishment will be even worse for you.”



Hearing the edge to my voice, Tina didn’t push the matter further and, with a sigh, began to remove her blouse and skirt. Once they were off, she nervously stepped out of her panties and unclasped her bra, adding them to the clothes hanging from the door.



Waiting patiently on the other end, I finally heard a quiet, “it’s done Sir.”



“Very good slut. Now sit down on the toilet. Spread your legs wide and keep them open.” Giving her a few seconds to get in position I continued, “now grab each nipple with both hands and squeeze them hard. Don’t stop until I tell you to.” After a few seconds I urged, “harder.” When I heard her begin to mewl in pain, I finally told her to stop. “Now with your right hand, do the same to your clit.” This time her breathing began to become more shallow and I could hear her grimace with pain as she complied with my demand. After a few seconds, I ordered her to stop.



“Alright, now listen to me carefully slut. You are going to start masturbating and you will not stop until you’ve had an orgasm. Even if someone comes into the bathroom, you will continue, is that clear?” I asked.



A very quiet “yes Sir” was heard and then nothing more as she bent to her task. After a minute has passed I could start to hear her breathing quicken, as she continued to become more and more aroused. Soon the sound of her fingers frigging her pussy could be faintly heard over the headset.



Suddenly, my wife gasped as she heard someone enter the bathroom.



“Do not stop rubbing yourself slut. If you do, it will simply make it worse for you,” I threatened.



The possible humiliation of being discovered, combined with the pleasure emanating from her aroused pussy, was making it very difficult for Tina to not cum while the stranger was in the bathroom with her. I could hear the frustration in her breathing as she fought for control and to hold off the orgasm until she was alone again.



After hearing the toilet flush, followed by the sink running water, and then finally the sound of the air hand dryer ending, my wife was beside herself with pleasure. I knew it was taking every ounce of her control to not cum, and I wasn’t helping things either. While she continued to masturbate with the stranger in the room, I began a running monologue berating her. “Aren’t you a little slut? Sitting there naked in the public washroom fingering your cunt while some stranger is in the cubicle next to you. I bet you’d like it if the person opened the door to your stall and began laughing at you and taking pictures to show everyone else in the office what a big slut you are. Maybe they’d make you masturbate in front of everyone. Then they’d all take turns using you like the whore you are.”



My words were having an effect on her, and her breathing was extremely ragged by the time I heard the bathroom door close. The moment it clicked shut, my wife whispered “oh God, I’m cumming Sir,” and began moaning softly into the headset, as she fought to contain her orgasm as best she could.



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I didn’t talk to her again until that evening. She admitted then that it had been an incredible orgasm and that the prospect of possible public humiliation heightened it even more. I had suspected as much, but wanted to hear it from her own mouth, not only for my benefit, but also for hers.



I didn’t call her the next day at work as I wanted to keep her off balance – never knowing what I was going to have her do next. When I did call the following day around the same time, I could hear the nervous anticipation in her voice. When I began the conversation with, “how are we doing today slut?” She knew something was going to happen.



“Fine Sir,” she quietly replied.



“Is your office door closed?” I asked.



“Yes Sir.”



“Good. Take your panties and bra off and place them in your garbage can. Make sure they are on top. Don’t go burying them on me,” I ordered.



“What? Here?” she asked.



“Would you rather I have you open the door to your office first?” I ask pointedly.



“No Sir, it’s just…” she began.



“Are you arguing with me slut? Shall I make the punishment worse?” I asked.



“No Sir. I’m sorry Sir. I’ll do it,” she hastily replied.



Putting the handset down on the desk, I could hear her begin to shuffle with her clothing as she pulled her panties down from under very short skirt, which I had told her last night to wear today. She then pulled her bra off from under her white blouse and placed both on top of her wastebasket, knowing the janitor would get quite the surprise that night when he emptied the trash cans.



Finally she picked the handset back up again and said, “it’s done Sir.”



“Very good slut. From now on, you will not be wearing underwear to work. You will also only wear skirts that are not longer or baggier than the one you are wearing today. As well, you will only wear blouses for tops. Nothing else,” I emphasized.



“Yes Sir,” she replied meekly, but I could also hear the note of excitement in her voice as she said it.



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When I spoke to her again that evening, she once again admitted that it turned her on to be walking around her office with no panties on, knowing that when she spoke to people they had no idea her pussy was bare and soaking wet underneath her skirt. She admitted that she was now getting a few stares from some of the younger men who were now noticing her more prominent nipples poking through her blouse. While embarrassed by this, she was also getting turned on as well.



I informed her that evening, that starting the next day, her daily ritual would be to head into the bathroom at coffee break both in the morning and the afternoon, and to strip down and masturbate as she had done that first day with me on the phone. She would then call me once it was done to let me know. I wanted her to be having several orgasms a day to keep her sexually heightened and on edge. As well, I knew that it also provided her with an outlet for the stress she was feeling around the office.



The next day, just prior to lunch, I called my wife and asked, “hello slut. Did you bring a lunch to work today?”



“Yes Sir.”



“Good. Put your headset on,” I instructed. When it was I done I continued, “Take your purse with you to the bathroom.”



When I once again heard the bathroom door close, she immediately took the center stall, and sat down, waiting for further instructions.



“Now slut, I want you to undress again for me.” This time there was no argument from her as she quickly got naked. I’m sure she was probably thinking that I wanted her to masturbate again, even though she had just done that two hours ago.



My next command surprised her though. “Now reach into your purse, slut, and take out your butt plug.”



I could hear her gasp as it dawned on her what it was I wanted her to do. With a nervous, “yes Sir,” I could hear her shuffling through her purse. When she finally indicated that she had it, I then told her to, “shove that in your ass, now slut.” Though she had worn it off and on for small periods of time over the weekend, it had been four days since she tried to accommodate that thing in her ass.



At first Tina didn’t know where to start. She wasn’t sure what the best method would be for inserting the plug into her ass. She tried reaching between her legs as she sat on the toilet, but found with the odd angle that she wasn’t able to get enough force to shove it in. Shifting positions, she then tried standing in the stall and bending forward with her head nearly touching the stall door, as she reached behind her with the plug. Tina found she was able to get the most force from this position, so began working the plug into her ass. I could hear her grunting with exertion as she worked the plug deeper into her ass. An almost audible sigh was heard when the fattest part finally slipped past her sphincter and slid the rest of the way home.



“It’s done Sir.”



“Very good. Now get dressed slut.” After waiting for the word that she was done I continued with my instructions. “You will now make a point of visiting with each person in your office over the lunch period. When you speak with each of them, you will seat yourself in a chair or on the edge of a desk so that you are reminded, as you talk to them, that you have a cock in your ass. You will not take that plug out of your ass until after lunch at 1pm. You will head to your office and once inside, will take it out and place it back in your purse. Once done, you will call me to let me know how it went. Now get to it slut,” I ordered before hanging up.



When she called me back after lunch, I could hear the excitement in her voice as she described the events of the past hour. She indicated that she had a difficult time at first walking about normally, and not like someone who has something shoved up her ass. She found it humiliating feeling her ass being invaded by the cock each time she sat down in front of her employees and found it difficult to hide her embarrassment. She did admit though that she was immensely turned on and couldn’t wait until the afternoon coffee break came so that she could go and masturbate in the washroom.



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The next day I called my wife again just prior to lunch. “Hello slut, how are we doing today?”



“Well Sir,” was the quiet reply.



“Put your headset on slut. We’re going out for lunch today,” I informed her.



When she had done as instructed, I had her make her way down to the food court in the mall across the street from her work. The food court is a busy place as it services both the employees from the neighboring office buildings but also the students from the high school 2 blocks over. After she had retrieved her meal, I instructed her to find a seat on one of the high stools located along one wall of the seating area. These stools are aligned along a high counter for eating but they also swivel 360 degrees around.



“Swivel yourself around in your seat until your back is against the counter,” I order. “Now discreetly work the hem of your skirt up until it is just covering the tops of your thighs.” Once she had indicated that it was done, I continued. “Describe for me the occupants of the tables in front of you.” Picturing the layout of the food court in my mind from my last visit there, I remembered that there is roughly 10 feet of space between the stools and the first row of tables.



“To my left there are several groups of male office workers in their 30′s and 40′s eating lunch. Directly in front of me is an elderly couple and to my right is a group of 5 high school kids. 2 are girls and the other 3 are boys,” she finished.



“Good. Now take out your cell phone and pretend you are sending and receiving text messages. Now turn toward the group of teenagers.” Once she was in position, I continued. “Slowly open your legs.”



“What? Here? Please…” she squeaked, panic rising in her voice.



“Don’t argue with me slut, or I’ll make it worse for you,” I replied menacingly.



With an audible sigh, she began to open her legs, which caused the hem of her skirt to ride up even higher. Once she had her legs spread wide enough that her bare pussy was on display for anyone who cared to look, I ordered her to hold that position.



“You will keep your legs spread for a full minute, slut, and will only close them when I tell you to. Now appear distracted by your phone as if it’s an important message you are writing.” After several seconds had passed I asked, “keep your head down, but I want you to discreetly look to see if the teenagers have noticed your bare pussy.”

“Yes Sir, the boys have noticed and are now pointing it out to the two girls,” she replied in a whisper. “The girls are now laughing and I can hear them calling me a slut. Please Sir, can I close my legs now?” she pleaded in embarrassment.



“Not yet slut. Let these young men and women see what a proper little whore you are. I bet your cunt is getting wet right now, isn’t it?” I asked. “Maybe you’d like it if I had you walk over and offer yourself to them to be their little plaything. Hmm? Would you like that whore?” I asked. I knew my running monologue was having an effect on her as I could hear her breathing quickening.



After a minute had finally passed, I informed Tina that she could close her legs and turn around to eat her lunch. By then all of the teenagers were laughing quite loudly, and words like ‘slut’ and ‘skank’ could be heard over the din of the food court.



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In the weeks that followed, her work days were filled with similar events. She was still masturbating twice a day in the public washroom and had now graduated to wearing the butt plug every day from 10am until her second orgasm at 2pm. I’d also throw in the occasional flashing at the food court, varying the recipients of her charms from male office workers much older than she was to gaggles of giggling female students and everything in between. On the weekends that she came home, Tina was kept naked and collared for most of it. It was on one of these weekends that I finally broke Tina’s anal cherry. For this occasion I used the video camera and again positioned it so that she was staring into the lens as I invaded her anal cavity. I made her describe to the camera in detail what I was doing and how it was making her feel. When we finally both came, the camera captured her most powerful orgasm yet. That same weekend, I took back Tina’s butt plug and gave her a new one, which measured 2″ across at the fattest part.



Some days after this, Tina admitted to me one evening, during one of our routine phone calls, that her new lifestyle was helping her cope with the pressures and stress of her new job. She found herself looking forward to each day as she was never sure what I would have in store for her.



It was during one of these evening phone calls that Tina informed me of news she had received that day at work. She had received word that a manager from one of the district sub-offices was off on sick leave indeterminately, and that head office wanted Tina to fill in as manager of that office as well. This meant she would be required to fly into this community twice a month to take care of business there for several days at a time. Though she accepted the extra work without complaint, I could tell the prospect of the added stress was not sitting well with her.



It was on her first trip there that she had an unexpected meeting one day at the local mall. She ran into an old friend of hers, Debbie, who we had met years ago while studying at the same university. They had been best friends back then, but after graduation, and several transfers later, they had lost touch with each other. Now reunited, they talked like old hens for hours each evening, catching each other up on their lives.



Debbie is very similar to my wife in that she is also a very strong willed and independent woman. She is several inches taller than Tina and has long curly dark brown hair with dark hazel eyes to match. Her figure is shapely with breasts slightly smaller than Tina’s, and an ass that can turn heads. My wife revealed later to me, that her friend Debbie had bought a house there several years ago after securing an administrative position with the local hospital. She indicated that Debbie had offered to let Tina stay at the house each time she went down for business, rather than staying in a hotel.



Having an old friend there to stay with each time helped Tina with the transition and the extra work. In no time at all, the two of them were best of friends again, and they would occasionally get drunk on several bottles of wine some evenings. It was during one of these drunken times, my wife later confided, that the conversation eventually turned to sex. As is always the case; lips get loosened whenever alcohol is applied. Debbie ended up confiding to Tina, that she hadn’t had sex in over a year. As they commiserated over that for a bit and more wine was drunk, my wife inadvertently let slip during the conversation that I had written several sex stories a while ago.



By this point the girls were so drunk that they were practically falling down and giggling at everything. When Debbie expressed curiosity to read the stories, it never even occurred to Tina to say no. She promptly stumbled over to her laptop and quickly navigated to the site where the stories had been uploaded. Pulling up the first one entitled “My Pet Teacher”, Tina passed the laptop to Debbie.



As Debbie read through the story, she’d occasionally mutter an “oh my God” or a “holy shit”, but never stopped reading until she was finished. When she finally looked up from the computer, after several more glasses of wine, she asked Tina if there were any more. Tina then pulled up the next two stories “The Humiliation of my Wife” and “Owning my Best Friend’s Mom” and once again passed the computer back to Debbie. Once Debbie had finished reading the last story “The Making of an Office Slut”, the conversation remained firmly rooted around sex. Debbie admitted to my wife that she found herself turned on by the contents of the stories. Later, the two of them also admitted to each other that neither of them had been with another woman but that they wouldn’t be opposed to trying it. The conversation continued to go downhill from there until late in the evening, the decision was made to finally call it a night and head to bed.



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I’m sure both of them just chalked the conversation up to the drunken ramblings of two best friends, but upon hearing the story several days later, I began to have other ideas. Not wanting to let my wife in on my thoughts, for fear she might say no, I kept things to myself, and never discussed the matter with her again, as I began to plan on how to bring my ideas to fruition.



My plan finally came together when I convinced Debbie to join my wife and I at our place for one of the weekends she was scheduled to come home for. I made sure to keep my tone light and jovial so that Tina wouldn’t become suspicious of my motives. Once the ladies had arrived and dinner had been eaten, we settled down in the living room, opened several bottles of wine and began to catch each other on our respective days and lives. Since the girls knew practically everything about each other at this point, I spend much of the time talking about my life and work. I also ensured that I only had a few glasses of wine, while I kept their glasses overflowing with bubbly.



Soon the two of them were plastered drunk and were giggling at everything I said. It was at this point that I decided to put my plan into action.



As lightly and nonchalantly as I could I began, “So Debbie. Tina was telling me the other day that you read my stories. What did you think of them?”



“What? Oh, they were really good. I can’t believe your imagination!” Debbie exclaimed.



“What parts of the stories did you like?” I asked, pretending indifferent curiosity.



“Mmm….I guess the issues of control, and the stuff they were made to do. It was all so very surreal, yet sexy,” she replied.



“Well, I’m really glad you enjoyed them.” Again staying as light and indifferent as I could, I added “did Tina tell you that she also enjoyed those stories?”



“Umm….no I don’t think so,” was the slurred response.



“Oh she did. In fact she enjoyed them so much that she volunteered to become my slave,” I said, watching Debbie’s reaction closely as I dropped the bomb.



Her head snapped up from her wine glass upon hearing that. “She what?” she asked incredulously. I could see Tina turning a few shades of red as she listened to our conversation.



“She wanted to know what it felt like to be those women in the stories, so she agreed to give control to me in our sex lives. I believe she finds it very liberating, don’t you slut?” I asked, turning my head slightly towards my wife.



Clearing her throat loudly she quietly responded, “yes Sir.”



“What? You’re fucking pulling my leg, aren’t you Carl?” Debbie asked between hiccups. Her half-full glass of wine temporarily forgotten as she tried to determine if I was kidding around with her or not.



“No, I’m quite serious.” Turning to my wife I ordered, “open your shirt and let Debbie see your breasts.”



Not trusting her voice any more, after only a slight pause, Tina reached up with shaking hands and unfastened the buttons on her blouse, and slowly pulled the material aside, exposing her bare breasts. Her nipples were hard as rocks and stuck out at least half an inch as if begging for attention.



Debbie just gaped at them for several seconds, disbelieving what she was seeing. “Tina told me that you were turned on by the content of my stories. Would you also like to know what it feels like to be those women in the stories?” I asked with bated breath.



This was the moment of truth. Either Debbie would take the bait and things would unfold as I had hoped, or she would be disgusted by the thought and my weekend plans cut short. Several seconds of silence passed as Tina continued to hold her blouse open while her best friend openly ogled her bare breasts.



When she finally answered a much muted “yes”, I could barely contain my excitement.



“I’m sorry, I didn’t hear that Debbie. What did you say?” I asked again, just to be certain.



“Yes, I would,” was her reply.



“Are you prepared to give complete control to me? To do whatever I tell you to do, just like the women in those stories?” I asked, wanting to make sure the ground rules were agreed upon beforehand.



“Yes.”



“Are you prepared to accept the consequences should you not obey me in all things?”



“Yes.”



“Even if that means taking you over my knee and spanking your ass?”



“Yes.” By now it was as if she was in a trance, answering yes to all of my questions.



“Very well. Stand up Debbie,” I ordered.



Hesitant at first, and with obviously shaking knees, Debbie finally rose to her feet to stand before us. Tina was transfixed by the sight before her and was oblivious to the fact that she was still holding her shirt open.



“Take off your shirt Debbie.”



Her eyes fixed on Tina’s breasts, she grasped the sides of her t-shirt and lifted it off over her head, dropping it to the floor beside her.



“Now the bra.”



Reaching behind her, she unhooked the clasp on her bra and allowed the material to fall away from her breasts, before it landed on the floor next to her t-shirt. Debbie’s breasts are still firm, like Tina’s, but have much darker areolas and fatter nipples. These too were standing at attention.



“Now the jeans Debbie.”



Like she was on auto-pilot, eyes still glued to Tina’s exposed breasts, Debbie unbuttoned the front of her jeans, slid the zipper down and shimmied out of her pants until they were in a bunch on the floor with the rest of her clothes.



“And finally the panties,” I added, admiring the skimpy black lace barely covering her pubic mound.



Hooking her thumbs in the waistband of her panties, she slowly rolled them down her legs until she finally stood before us completely naked. I could see that Debbie had taken care to keep the hair shaved around her pussy lips with just a small tuft of dark hair at the top of her slit.



“Very nice Debbie. You have a beautiful body,” I complemented her as I shifted in my seat, to relieve the uncomfortable pressure building in the front of my pants, as my hard-on strained to break free of its bonds.



“I want you to kneel in front of Tina. Spread your knees wider apart. Now clasp your hands behind your back.” Once she had complied, “Very good. Tina, go get your collar,” I ordered, turning my attention to my wife.



Without a word, she hopped up from the couch and ran to the front door to grab her collar from the hook upon where it’s kept. Racing back, she stood in front of me, holding the collar out.



“No slut, I want you to put the collar on her for me.” As she began to fasten the collar around the neck of her friend, I explained to Debbie, “this collar symbolizes your agreement with me to obey me in all things. You will hasten to obey my every order instantly for to do otherwise, will result in a severe punishment for you. Is this clear?” I asked.



Nodding her head, and with a frightened look in her eyes, she quietly replied, “yes.”



Taking a small digital camera out of my shirt pocket, I began to snap several pictures of her naked form. I could see Debbie was surprised at my actions, but she resisted saying anything.



“From now on Tina you will be referred to as ‘slut’ and you Debbie will be referred to as ‘whore’. Now whore, I want you to look up at the slut and ask to eat her pussy,” I ordered.



Eyes wide with fear, and a tinge of excitement, Debbie looked up into the face of her best friend and very quietly asked, “May I lick your pussy please?”



Clearing her throat, Tina quickly replied “yes” as she grabbed the hem of her skirt and yanked it up to her waist. Once her knees were spread open, Debbie cautiously inched forward on her knees until she was staring straight into my wife’s cleanly shaven pussy. Hesitant and unsure of how to proceed, Debbie finally leaned forward and, with her tongue stuck out, began to lap slowly at Tina’s moist opening.



Tina’s eyes were glued to Debbie’s face as she began to lick her pussy with more confidence. The more Debbie got into it, the more excited Tina became. After a few minutes, Debbie was eating pussy with wild abandon. She was driving several fingers into Tina’s pussy while simultaneously licking and nibbling on her engorged clit. At this point, Tina’s head was laid back against the cushions of the couch and her eyes were closed as she moaned and cried out in pleasure, “that’s it whore, lick my cunt.”



Leaning over, I ordered Debbie to look up at me while she ate Tina’s soaking wet pussy. I then snapped a few more pictures of her with her face covered in pussy juice and her tongue buried in her best friend’s cunt. Her face turned a deep shade of red as her continued humiliation was captured on film.



“Slut! Raise your knees up to your chest,” I ordered Tina. “Now, tongue her ass, whore,” I directed Debbie once Tina was in position. Without hesitation, Debbie began tonguing Tina’s asshole, trying to drive her tongue past the sphincter, like it was a cock fucking her ass. This added sensation pushed my wife over the edge, and grabbing a handful of Debbie’s hair and driving her face into her ass and pussy, she began cumming and shrieking like a banshee. Her body shook and convulsed causing her pussy juices to be smeared all over Debbie’s face and hair.



When at last Tina released her hold on her friend’s hair, Debbie sat back on her heels with a flushed face, slick with pussy juices, and looked up at me expectantly. Her breathing was ragged and her nipples were hard as rocks, and I could tell she was turned on by what had just happened.



Did you enjoy eating your best friend’s cunt whore?” I asked.



“Yes Sir,” was the quick response.



“Would you like to cum too whore?”



“Oh, yes Sir.”



“Very well. Stand up and walk over to the living room window,” I ordered. Our living room has a large bay window overlooking our front lawn and the quiet street beyond. Currently there are only white sheers covering the windows. “Pull back the curtains on both sides.” It is now was dark outside and, without the curtains, were anyone to bother looking up at our house, they would be able to clearly see inside as we had all of the lights on in the living room. Once Debbie had both curtains pulled back, I continued. “Now stand with your back to the window in the middle.” As she turned to comply, I could see her face was a deep crimson red which was now spreading down her neck to her shoulders. “Spread your feet wide apart and bend over at the waist. Let’s give my neighbours a real good look at a whore’s asshole and cunt.” When she was in position, I continued. “You wanted to cum, so go ahead and finger your pussy now. Show my neighbours what a dirty little whore you are. Perhaps I’ll invite them over later and let them take turns using you?” As she dug her fingers into her already wet pussy, and began to frig as quickly as she could I asked, “you’d probably like that wouldn’t you whore?”



“Mmm…” was the only reply as her eyes closed and the pace of her fingers picked up even further. I could tell she was close to cumming. The added humiliation was having an impact on Debbie and, in very little time, she was ready to cum. Grabbing the camera I took several more shots for added embarrassment.



Opening her eyes and looking up at me, she asked “may I cum Sir?” Sweat was beginning to bead on her forehead as she fought to contain her excitement.



“Yes, cum for my wife and I. Show us and our neighbours how you like to cum while everyone watches.”



With a loud moan, Debbie’s orgasm overtook her as she stood bent over in front of my picture window. Her legs soon became like jello and she involuntarily dropped to her knees as the waves of pleasure washed over her body.



When at last Debbie came around and managed to get her breathing under control, I ordered Tina, “finish undressing slut and then get on your hands and knees with your ass facing your friend.” When she was in position I then ordered Debbie, “crawl over and lick her asshole. I want it nicely lubricated for my cock.”



Without any hesitation, Debbie crawled over and dipped her head once more into her friend’s ass. As she was busily licking and working her tongue into my wife’s ass, I had to sit back and admire what was unfolding before me. I had both women naked on their hands and knees in the middle of my living room with one tonguing the ass of the other! It was something right out of my fantasies. I could hardly believe my luck that it was actually coming true. It was becoming quite apparent that Debbie was a true submissive and not just someone seeking a release for her stress.



While Debbie lubricated Tina’s ass, I took the opportunity to shed my clothes. Once naked I ordered, “whore, get on your back.” When she was in position, I then had Tina straddle her face in the classic 69 position. “Now eat her pussy whore, while I fuck her ass.”



And with that I knelt behind my wife, took aim at her puckered asshole and began working the head of my cock in. There was very little resistance this time as Debbie had done a good job of loosening it up with her tongue. As I worked my cock into Tina’s tight ass, I could hear slurping sounds from below me as Debbie began eating Tina’s pussy for the second time tonight. Once I had the entire length buried in her ass, I began fucking her in long hard strokes, bottoming out with each thrust. A grin broke out on my face as I realized that with each thrust, my balls were smacking Debbie on the forehead.



“Whore, spread your legs,” I ordered. Reaching down, I grabbed a discarded flip flop and passed it to Tina. “Slut, I want you to beat her pussy with the shoe. Don’t stop until I tell you to.” I was curious to see how Debbie would react to the pain stimuli and, to be honest, it was turning me on to see my wife dominating another woman.



With no hesitation at all, Tina began laying in to her friend’s exposed and opened pussy with the flip flop. At first the smacks were tentative and light, but when Debbie did not protest, and the pleasure of the fucking and licking began to overtake her senses, Tina began beating the pussy in front of her in earnest. She began to time the smacks to coincide with each thrust in her ass. Each time I bottomed out, a resounding SMACK could be heard as the shoe hit Debbie’s wet and exposed pussy lips. The beating was beginning to have an effect on Debbie as I could hear her beginning to mewl and cry out with each smack. To my surprise, Debbie kept her legs open the entire time and even began lifting her pussy up to meet each blow. It was evident that Debbie was getting turned on by the pain.

“That’s it slut. Beat that whore’s cunt,” I cried out as I felt my orgasm building. I could tell my wife was close as well, as her breathing had become ragged and she was pushing back against each of my thrusts. “Now lick her pussy slut. Make the whore cum,” I ordered Tina.



Discarding the flip flop, my wife bent her head down and began licking her first pussy. The entire area was so sensitive from the beating, that it only took moments before Debbie began screaming and thrashing beneath Tina as her orgasm smashed throughout her body. Like a chain reaction, this also set off Tina’s orgasm, as she began bucking and thrashing on the cock still buried in her ass. As the waves of pleasure rolled throughout her body, her muscles would simultaneously clench and unclench. It felt like a hand was inside her asshole gripping my cock tight and trying to milk it like a cow. The sensation was unbelievable and unlike any I had ever experienced before. That was all it took to push me over the edge, so with one last thrust, I quickly pulled out and took aim at Debbie’s face and began shooting spurt after spurt onto her upturned face. Soon her entire face was covered in long white strands of cum and which were beginning to run down into her hair.



“Slut, feed the whore my cum,” I ordered Tina. Spinning around she began scooping the cum off of Debbie’s face and placing it into her mouth. Once Tina had fed all of my cum to her, I ordered Debbie, “Now clean my cock whore.” Scrambling to her hands and knees, she bent her head down and began licking and sucking on my cock which had just been buried in my wife’s ass. Once it was sufficiently clean I ordered Tina to take Debbie upstairs to the bathroom and to get her cleaned up and to shave her pussy bare like her own.



Once the girls were gone I took the opportunity to grab the package I had hid in the closet and began setting up for the next scenario I had planned. Earlier that day, prior to picking them up at the airport, I had stopped in at the sex shop and purchased a few more supplies. By the time the girls returned, I had everything set up and ready for them. Just thinking about what was to come had me getting hard again.



As the girls entered the room I could see them eying with curiosity the equipment I had laid out. I took a moment to admire Debbie’s newly shaven pussy before I proceeded with the plan. Pointing to the coffee table I ordered, “whore get over the table.” The coffee table was low enough and narrow enough that Debbie’s knees touched the ground on one side and her hands touched the ground on the other side with just her upper body laid across the table. Once she was in position, I ordered Tina, “now tie her feet and hands to each leg of the table.”



Tina quickly bent to the task. While she still craved submitting herself to me, it was also evident that my wife was enjoying dominating her friend. Once Debbie was appropriately secured, I handed the paddle to Tina and instructed her to begin paddling Debbie’s ass. Again, Tina started off lightly, but with a little encouragement from me, was soon putting her weight behind each strike. Sitting in front of Debbie I was able to watch the anguished expression on her face each time the paddle made contact with her ass. Soon Debbie was crying out in pain with each blow as her ass became redder and redder.



“Whore, I want you to answer the following questions truthfully. If I feel you’re telling me the whole truth, then I’ll have Tina stop your paddling. If I think you’re lying to me or holding something back, then I’ll take the paddle and continue your punishment. Deal?”



SMACK



“Ahh…yes Sir” was her hurried reply.



“Have you ever been with another woman sexually prior to tonight?”



“No Sir.”



“Did you enjoy eating Tina’s pussy?”



“Yes Sir.”



“And how about her ass?”



“Yes Sir.”



“Have you sucked cock before?”



“Yes Sir.”



“Did you enjoy it?”



“It was OK Sir.”



“Have you ever eaten a man’s cum before?”



“No Sir.”



“Why not?”



“I always felt it was disgusting.”



“And did it turn you on being forced to eat my cum?”



Debbie hesitated before answering. Turning a darker shade of red she finally replied, “yes Sir.”



“Have you been fucked in the ass before?”



A sheepish, “yes Sir.”



“How many times?”



“A dozen times maybe?” was her hesitant reply.



“So you like taking cock in your ass?”



“Yes Sir.”



By now, Debbie’s face was a mask of pain as the paddle continued its barrage on her sore and bruised ass. “Now remember, I want you to be completely honest with me. What turned you on most tonight?”



Again she paused before answering, giving her time to compose her thoughts. Hanging her head in shame she finally replied, “being made to do things against my will, like eating your cum. And also being made to humiliate myself like when you had me masturbate in front of the window.”



That was a startling admission. It was the humiliation that turned her on the most. I think Tina and I could have a lot of fun with that in the days to come.



“Alright, that’s enough slut,” signaling to Tina to stop with the punishment. Once she had put the paddle down she stood back and admired her handiwork. Both ass cheeks and the backs of her thighs were a dark mottled red. A bit of moisture had also formed on her brow as a result of her exertion with the paddle. “I have a gift for you slut,” pointing to the item on the cushion beside me. On it was a black leather harness with a large lifelike black dildo in it. A smile cracked the corners of her lips when she took in what I had bought for her.



Stepping up, she tentatively took the item in hand and began examining it intently. Once she had figured out where the straps went, she hastily stepped into it and fastened it in place. As she stared down at the black cock now protruding from her body, she began stroking it as if it was her own cock. What a pretty sight that presented for me. Grabbing the camera from my discarded shirt I snapped a few more photos of my wife as she stared at and stroked her new cock.



Breaking her out of her reverie I ordered, “slut I want you to teach this whore how I like to have my cock sucked. I’ll be trying out her ass now that you’ve warmed it up for me.” Dropping to my knees behind Debbie’s ass, I took a moment to admire my wife’s handiwork, both in shaving the pussy but also in punishing her ass. After admiring the marks and noting how wet Debbie was, I placed the tip of my cock against Debbie’s pussy and thrust deeply, burying it on the first go. A deep sigh was heard from Debbie as I began fucking her tight pussy. Reaching down, I began to work a finger into her puckered little asshole. Once it was knuckle deep, I then worked a second finger followed by a third. Soon I had three fingers buried deep in her ass as I continued to thrust away in her pussy. Meanwhile Tina had taken up a position standing in front of Debbie. Grabbing a handful of hair at the back of Debbie’s head she ordered, “open up whore. You’re going to have to learn how to properly suck a cock.” And with that she placed the tip of her black cock against Debbie’s lips and began thrusting into her mouth.



As Tina worked her dildo deeper and deeper in Debbie’s mouth, I withdrew my now slick cock and placed the tip of it against her now loosened ass. As I began pressing against her bud, I could feel her relaxing her muscles allowing the head to slip quickly into her. Grabbing her hips, I began short hard thrusts, burying more and more of my cock each time, until I was hitting bottom with each one. At that point I began a rhythm of slow hard thrusts, almost withdrawing completely each time before burying it in to her with a resounding slap against her sore ass.



Meanwhile, my wife had begun having some fun with Debbie’s throat. Remembering her first time with my cock in her throat, she began to torture Debbie in much the same way. While I beat a steady rhythm in Debbie’s ass, Tina began to force her own cock into Debbie’s throat, causing her to gag painfully around it. Tina would alternate the amount of time she spent in Debbie’s throat keeping her off balance and never knowing how long she would have to go without air. Tina’s cock and Debbie’s face were soon covered in saliva as she continued to gag around the cock being forced down her throat.



With her hand still wrapped around Debbie’s hair at the back of her head, Tina began to time her thrusts to coincide with my thrusts into Debbie’s ass. Like one unit we were both bottoming out in Debbie’s throat and ass at the same time. The sounds filling the room were positively musical. As my body slapped against Debbie’s ass, Tina would bury her cock in Debbie’s throat eliciting powerful gagging sounds, followed by deep gasping breaths as she withdrew for the next thrusts.



It was then that the most powerful orgasm I had ever witnessed occurred. Debbie’s eyes practically rolled into the back of her head as she began wailing and keening, with her entire body shaking violently below us. Since she was tied down, the entire table began to heave and move with her. It took everything I had to hold on and keep myself buried in her ass. Tina had stepped back by this point and was staring open mouthed at the intensity of the orgasm which was taking place before her. This violent display lasted about 30 seconds before she began to settle down.



The intensity of the muscle spasms was so great, that the sensation quickly passed from one of trying to milk my cock to that of someone trying to rip it off my body. Witnessing this intense orgasm had my own orgasm ready to explode. Pulling out quickly, I ran around to the other side of the table and began blowing my second load of the night into Debbie’s face. When Debbie had begun to regain her senses, I ordered Tina to help her clean Debbie’s face.



Getting down on her knees, Tina began licking off my strands of cum and then shoving her cum-covered tongue into Debbie’s mouth forcing her to suck it clean. She repeated this process until she had licked Debbie’s face clean. They ended with a long kiss, tongues intertwining as they enjoyed each other’s company.



Once they finally came up for air, I began unfastening Debbie from the table allowing her to rise and stretch her cramped limbs.



Settling down onto the couch, Tina and Debbie cuddled up on either side of me as we took a moment to catch our respective breaths. Their hands began to explore my body, gently massaging my tired muscles. After several minutes of this, Tina bent over and began licking and sucking on my semi-flaccid cock, willingly cleaning it even after it had been in Debbie’s ass. Just then my stomach rumbled with hunger. Giggling, Tina sat up and asked, “are you hungry Sir?”



“I think I have worked up a bit of an appetite,” I replied with a grin.



Turning, she reached for the phone on the end table and quickly dialed the local pizza shop and ordered up a pizza for delivery. Once she had placed her order, she hung up the phone and bolted upstairs without a word. I could tell by the look in her eye that she was up to something, but I figured there was no harm in letting her go with it.



Several minutes later she returned to us with an armload of stuff. Debbie had meanwhile picked up where Tina had left off, and was gently licking and sucking on my cock. Apparently, she didn’t mind sucking cock, so long as she was being “forced” to do it.



Looking up at my wife, I raised my eyebrow in question. With a big grin she asked, “may I Sir?”



Smiling back, I shrugged my shoulders and replied “sure.”



Tina then handed me a robe and put a second one on herself. Once she was dressed in the robe, she turned to Debbie and barked, “on your knees in front of me whore.” Debbie scrambled off the couch and quickly knelt before her. Once in place, Tina fastened the blindfold around Debbie’s eyes. She then stooped down and clipped the leash onto her collar. It was then that I started to get an idea as to what my wife might be up to. Walking over to her purse, she removed a twenty dollar bill, and slipped it into the pocket of her robe. Leaning over, she gave me a quick kiss and asked, “Sir, would you mind answering the door when the pizza comes?”



I nodded my head in agreement.



As the nervousness in the room became almost palpable, we were suddenly shocked out of our reveries by the sound of the doorbell.



I got up and walked into the other room to answer the front door. Opening the door I saw that the delivery guy was a young fellow likely in his late teens, around the age of 19 or 20. Inviting him in, I closed the door behind him and called out to my wife. “Hon, the pizza guy is here. Can you bring out the money?”



The sound of a chain rattling, followed by a terse “heel” could be heard coming from the other room. Several moments later, my wife entered the foyer wearing her robe, leading a very naked and blindfolded Debbie who was crawling on her hands and knees with a twenty dollar bill stuck in her mouth. I glanced over at the pizza guy to gage his reaction, and nearly burst out laughing at the expression plastered across his face. His jaw hung open with his eyes wide in shock. Clearly he had never seen a sight such as this before. But I also noted that he had quite a tent forming in his pants as well.



When my wife stood beside us, she looked down at Debbie and ordered, “sit.” She had obviously been coached by Tina in the other room, because when she sat back on her heels, she ensured her knees were spread wide apart and her hands were clasped behind her back giving our delivery guy an unimpeded view of her breasts and newly shaved pussy.



Looking up at the delivery boy, my wife said, “here’s your money Sir,” gesturing towards the twenty in Debbie’s mouth. With obviously shaking hands, he reached down and tentatively took the money, perhaps fearing she might bite or something. After stuffing the money in his pocket, my wife asked him, “our dog Debbie here is very well trained. Would you like to pet her?”



Looking at my wife for the first time, he blinked and then asked, “are you sure she doesn’t mind?”



Shaking her head and smiling, “nah, she loves the attention, don’t you little doggy?” she asked turning towards Debbie. Debbie simply nodded her head yes, not trusting her voice at this point.



“Uh, sure. Ok.” He put the pizza bag down at his side and stooped down to Debbie’s level. Reaching out he hesitantly touched her left breast and then her right. When no one complained, he became a bit bolder and began to fondle both breasts, focusing on the very erect nipples.



After a bit my wife added, “go ahead and pet her everywhere. She loves it.” Tina wasn’t lying either. I could see the blush extending down Debbie’s shoulders, but I could also see and smell the excitement in her pussy. All hesitation lost now, he quickly dipped one hand down to her shaven pussy and began to play with her clit and pussy lips. The more he twisted and turned her nipple, and the more he drove his fingers into her soaking wet pussy, the more excited Debbie became. Her breathing was becoming ragged and her head was thrown back in pleasure.



“You know, you’ve been so nice to our doggy, I think she would like to repay your kindness,” my wife informed the delivery guy. Looking up from where he was squatting he asked, “umm…like what?”



“Well, why don’t you stand up and take your penis out so our doggy can thank you properly,” she informed him. Jumping up, he fumbled with his belt for several seconds, before finally dropping his pants and drawers. Out popped a very hard cock, a little shorter and thinner than mine. I could tell it wouldn’t be long for this fellow to cum.



Feeling a tug on her leash, Debbie scooted forward until she felt the tip of the cock bump against her face. Opening her mouth, she took the head of his cock in and began bathing it in spit.



Patting Debbie on the head I remind her, “now remember how you were trained to suck cock. Impress me with how much you learned.”



Heeding my words, Debbie attacked the stranger’s cock in front of her, nearly knocking him over in the process. She began bobbing her head back and forth on the cock, going deeper and deeper with each push. When at last it began to bump against the back of her throat, she paused before giving one last push, forcing the cock head past the barrier in her throat. As it slid home in her throat with her nose nestled in his pubic hair, the delivery guy let out a deep moan of pleasure as Debbie held herself there for several seconds despite her intense gagging. When she could tolerate it no more, she quickly withdrew, took several gasping breaths before once again impaling herself on his cock. After holding it for several seconds again, Debbie released the cock once more and then began a steady rhythm of fucking her own throat with his cock. The delivery guy’s orgasm was quickly building and he was soon matching her head bobs with hard thrusts of his own.



When it was evident he could hold out no longer my wife asked, “I want you to shoot your cum all over my doggie’s face.” With a gargled scream, he yanked his cock out of her mouth and began cumming in what seemed like one continuous stream of cum all over her red face and into her gasping mouth. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone cum as much as that young fellow did. Debbie’s face and hair were drenched in white sticky cum.



When the last drop had finally been squeezed out onto Debbie’s nose, the pizza guy hastily did up his pants and with mumbled thanks, ran out the door. I’m not sure if his haste was from embarrassment or because he knew he was going to be late for his other deliveries.



Grabbing the camera I ran back into the foyer and snapped some great shots of Debbie’s cum stained face and hair. Turning to my wife I ordered, “clean her up slut.” She immediately knelt in front of Debbie and once again began cleaning her face with her tongue, sharing the cum with Debbie after each lick. Once she was suitably clean, and they had enjoyed each others’ mouths, I took the blindfold off of Debbie and led her by the leash over to the coffee table once more. This time I had her lay on her back lengthwise on the table and ordered her to hold her knees up beside her chest with her legs spread wide. I then had Tina lay face down on top of her with her own knees brought up high on either side of Debbie. Pushing her bottom down, it placed her pussy in contact with Debbie’s pussy below. This also served to open up both girls’ holes for easy access by my very hard cock.



Needing no prompting from me, the girls began kissing again, twining their tongues together. Taking aim, I hammered my cock home in my wife’s pussy, coating it with her juices before moving on to Debbie’s asshole. After sawing back and forth there for a bit, I then switched to Tina’s ass. I then alternated between the four holes giving each woman one more orgasm before finally pulling out and cumming in both of their faces.



As they began cleaning each other off again with their tongues, I sat back with a contented sigh on the couch and shook my head with disbelief. I had imagined some pretty wild stuff in the stories I had written, but I had never imagined that any of it would come true for me. Least of all with my wife and her best friend.



When at last they were finished cleaning each other, they disengaged themselves and once again cuddled up on either side of me on the couch. Nothing was said for a while as we simply enjoyed the afterglow from a very active evening.



It was Debbie though who finally broke the silence. Keeping her eyes downcast she began in a quiet voice. “I just want the two of you to know that tonight has been the most erotic and exciting night of my life. I have harbored some very deep secrets for a very long time. Desires that I could hardly admit even to myself for the shame of it. If you guys are willing, I would like to serve both of you in whatever capacity you see fit. I’ll do anything either one of you tells me to without question. And you can do whatever you want to me.” Pausing to compose her thoughts, I could hear the tremor in her voice as she continued to bare her soul to us. “If you’ll have me, I promise to always try and please you.”

Looking at my wife for direction, she nodded her head in agreement.



“Very well whore. Tina and I will agree to take you on as our slave, but let’s get some ground rules set first. In all things, I have the final say. Both you and Tina will obey me without question. However, you will also answer to Tina. You will obey her as if it was I giving you the command. There is a definite pecking order here and you slave are at the bottom of it. Clear?”



“Yes Sir.” A hint of a smile played at the corner of her lips.



“Right then. Let’s have some pizza first and then go get cleaned up and head to bed. I have a feeling that tomorrow will be another eventful day.”



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The next day I was awakened by a tentative tapping on my shoulder. Opening my eyes I was presented with the beautiful view of my wife’s naked body hovering over me. “Your breakfast is ready Sir.” Reaching up, I grabbed her right nipple between thumb and forefinger and began pinching and twisting it as I pulled her down to me for a kiss. She willingly fell into my embrace and enjoyed some heavy kissing and petting before I finally pushed her away and climbed out of bed.



Telling her I’d be down in a minute, I headed off into the washroom to take care of some morning rituals. When I emerged with my robe on, I headed downstairs to the kitchen to find my wife and her best friend kneeling naked beside the kitchen table where my plate of food had been set for me. As I ate my food in silence I began to formulate a plan on how we could spend the day today. I didn’t let them in on my ideas though until after I had finished eating.



“It’s such a nice day today I was thinking we could head down to the public pool after lunch and go for a swim and do some sunbathing. What do you ladies think of that idea?” I asked.



Both of them nodded their heads in agreement. My wife answered, “That’s a good idea Sir. We haven’t gone swimming in ages. But Debbie doesn’t have a bathing suit,” she added.



“That’s alright,” I replied. “I thought we could stop by the mall first and pick out a suit for her.”



“Oh, that’s perfect Sir,” my wife replied as she began to catch on to what I was implying.



“But first thing’s first. Whore, get on your back,” I ordered pointing to the floor at my feet. “Now straddle the whore’s face, slut.” Opening my robe, I showed my wife my already hardened cock. “Eat that pussy whore, and I want you to finger yourself as well. But you are not to cum until you’ve satisfied your mistress first. Is that clear?”



A muffled “yes Sir” as she began tonguing Tina’s pussy. Needing no further direction from me, Tina leaned forward and began sucking on my cock. For a while, all that could be heard was the sound of Tina gagging on my cock while she enjoyed the tongue buried in her snatch. Looking down, I saw Debbie’s right hand practically flying over her own pussy, as she brought herself close to orgasm.



With my cock still in her mouth, as she gasped for breath, Tina asked, “may I cum Sir?”



“You may,” was my only reply. As soon as Tina’s orgasm hit, Debbie’s exploded as well and the two of them began thrashing about at my feet. Seeing their intense pleasure was enough to push me over the edge as well. Grabbing the back of Tina’s head, I held the tip of my cock in her mouth and ordered, “do not swallow slut,” and began shooting spurt after spurt of cum into my wife’s mouth. When it was nearly overflowing, I pulled out and ordered, “now feed the whore your cum.” Scooting back she bent down, opened her mouth and allowed my seed to pour into Debbie’s open mouth. They again finished with a fierce kiss as I got up and headed back upstairs to shower.



When I came out of the bathroom to get dressed I found both Tina and Debbie dressed in tight blouses with equally tight short skirts and, of course, no underwear on. Obviously Tina had informed Debbie of the new dress code. As I dressed, I couldn’t help but feel like the luckiest guy in the world. I had two beautiful women (one being my life partner) who were willing to serve me in whatever perverse capacity I saw fit.



On the way to the mall I made a quick detour by the adult store where I had purchased all of the sex toys over the last few weeks and, while the girls waited in the car, ran in and picked up another collar for Tina to replace the one given to Debbie last night. Once back in the car, we then made our way to the large mall on the other side of town. By the time we arrived at around 11 o’clock, the parking lot was already near capacity. Being a Saturday in the middle of summer, it was a sure bet that the mall would be packed.



After several minutes of circling, I was finally able to find a spot and we were on our way in. I can’t begin to describe how incredibly turned on I was walking with two gorgeous women wearing very revealing clothing through a packed mall. Both women received plenty of stares from the men as they passed by and a few glares from some of their wives.



Spying a jewelry store, I steered the ladies in and began browsing their necklaces and pendants. By now my wife was beside herself with curiosity as she knew how much I hated jewelry stores.



“Sir? What are we looking for?” my wife asked quietly.



“I’m looking for something for the two of you,” I replied.



“Oh,” a big smile played across her face. “May I ask what?”



“You’ll find out soon enough.” When at last I had found what I was looking for, I signaled the young sales lady over. “I would like two of those,” pointing to a small gold heart-shaped pendant with a small diamond in the base of the heart. “Do you do engraving as well?” I asked.



As the woman retrieved two boxes from below the counter she replied, “of course sir. What would you like them to say?”



“They’re for the two ladies with me. I want you to engrave one of them with the word ‘Slut’ and the other ‘Whore’.”



The look of shock on her face was priceless. “Are you sure?” she asked looking at the two women as if she expected them to protest my request.



“I am.” After sneaking one last look at Tina and Debbie, the lady finally went over to the other counter and began the engraving process. Nothing further was said, but the look of disapproval she gave the girls as she handed me the bag with my new purchases was quite entertaining.



As we continued our walk through the mall, I handed the bag to Tina and said, “these are for your collars slut. This way you’ll know which one belongs to which.”



A slight blush colored her cheeks as she took the bag. “Thank you Sir.”



At the end of the next hallway we found ourselves at the entrance to one of the large department stores. Heading in, we made our way over to the swim suit section. I was pleased to see that it was quite busy in this area of the store as we began browsing the swimsuit racks.



Turning to my wife I asked, “I want you to pick out some styles of bikinis for Debbie that you think I will enjoy seeing her in. I want them to leave very little to the imagination,” I added as she began to turn away.



After several minutes of rifling through the racks, my wife began to hold up potential suits to me. After selecting several promising ones, I asked Tina, “are these suits her size?”



“Yes Sir.”



“I want you to find those suits in a size smaller then.”



After exchanging the suits for smaller sizes, we made our way over to the changing rooms so that Debbie could try them on for me. I purposely selected the changing room closest to the entrance, ensuring that the maximum amount of traffic would pass by her curtain as well as the fact that it was also in view of the main area of the swimsuit section. Once Debbie was inside of the cubicle, I handed her the first suit and directed her to put it on. As I closed the curtain behind her, I purposely left it open a small gap so that anyone passing by would be provided an unhindered look at her.



The first few people to pass by took no notice of the gap, but one fellow, who was obviously here with his wife as she tried on some suits, walked slowly by and casually glanced over at the curtain as he did so. He was several steps past the curtain when his brain finally registered what he had seen and he stopped dead in his tracks. He then took several paces back until he was once again standing in front of her curtain and had an unencumbered view of Debbie’s nakedness. She was just in the act of stepping into the bottom portion of the bathing suit when she caught the movement out of the corner of her eye and glanced up in shock at the stranger watching her dress. Turning a deep shade of red she hastily finished pulling on the bottoms and quickly reached for the too-small bikini top. When she had finally fastened the top, she opened the curtain the rest of the way and stepped out of her cubicle.



Rising from the chairs my wife and I had been sitting in, I motioned for her to follow me out into the main area. The voyeur followed close behind – all thoughts of his wife left behind in the dressing room with her. “Stand in front of those mirrors. I want to see how it looks from all angles,” I directed. Really I just wanted to give everyone else in the department a chance to see her near-nakedness. As she stood in front of the mirror I instructed her to place her hands on top of her head and then to begin turning around slowly. It was obvious that the suit was ill-fitting as there was insufficient material on top to cover the bottoms of her breasts. There was just barely enough material to cover her very erect nipples. Any sudden movement would likely cause her breasts to come tumbling out. The bottoms weren’t much better. The material was so tight, that it was beginning to creep up into her slit causing that oh-so-familiar look of cameltoe. As she turned around, the gathering onlookers were presented with a beautiful shot of her ass which was only covered by a very thin piece of material.



Turning to the voyeur from earlier I asked, “what do you think? Do you think the suit covers up too much of her ass?”



Without taking his eyes off of her, he hesitantly replied, “uh…yeh…it covers up too much.”



Turning to another gentleman who had walked over I asked ,”what do you think about the top? Does it show enough nipple or should we look for a smaller one?” His reply was similar to the first fellow.



“Alright, lets head back into the dressing room and try on another one then,” I announced to no one in particular. When Debbie was back in her cubicle, I handed her another suit, and then closed the curtain half-way this time, giving an even better view to anyone who cared to look.



The first voyeur had returned, as well as two other men who all took up posts outside of her curtain and unabashedly enjoyed the view as Debbie stripped out of the first bikini and stepped into the second. When she stepped out for the second time, her face was again a deep blush of red, but her nipples remained hard as rocks and I could begin to see the slightest bit of dampness in the crotch of her bikini bottom. Motioning again to the mirrors, I had Debbie repeat the process from earlier. With her hands on top of her head, she rotated slowly around giving the gathering crowd a great view. By now several more men had joined our group and even several high school girls as well. The top of this suit again barely covered her nipples and looked like they might fall out at any moment. Her bottoms were not much better. The material was again creeping into her slit which was now becoming more noticeably damp as she turned about and saw the gathering crowd.



When I announced that there was one more suit to try on, I could see the excitement in the eyes of those gathered around. I again only bothered to close the curtain half-way allowing the few men gathered around a good look at Debbie as she stripped naked and then squeezed into the final suit. I had purposely saved this one for last as the material on top was not much larger than a postage stamp and the bottoms were literally as big as dental floss.



As Debbie once again stood in front of the mirrors, I could see the nervousness in her eyes. “Place your hands on top of your head and then turn around slowly.” As she reached up to place her hands on top of her head, the material stretched tight across her nipples straining to hold their package in, and for several seconds it appeared as if they were going to hold, but then gravity won out and both boobs suddenly popped out into view. The men immediately broke into grins while the girls began to giggle and snicker under their breath.



When Debbie looked like she was about to reach down to cover herself I barked, “keep your hands on your head and continue turning around slowly.” Blushing a deeper shade of red which had worked its way down to her shoulders, she did as ordered. I could see my wife licking her lips with a grin on her face as she enjoyed Debbie’s humiliation. I began to invite comments from the crowd as Debbie continued to slowly turn about with her breasts hanging out for all to see. The men became bolder and began to comment on her hard nipples and beautiful ass and how she appeared to have a nice clean shaven pussy.



One of the giggling girls piped up and said, “make her bend over and touch her toes.”



“Good idea,” I replied with a grin on my face. When Debbie had her back to us I instructed, “bend over and touch your toes.”



As she did, whatever hope she had of keeping her pussy covered was completely lost now. The further she went the more the material worked its way into her crack until by the time she was touching her toes, the material had worked its way completely into her slit and her pussy lips were now hanging out on either side of the material. I made her hold that humiliating position for several seconds as the crowd commented on her pussy lips and several of the girls began taunting her by calling her “skank”, “whore” and “slut”.



When I finally allowed her to stand up, her face was a deep shade of red and her breathing had quickened a little. I did not allow her to cover herself up, but instead had her place her hands back on top of her head. This way her breasts and pussy lips were now clearly on display for everyone gathered around. “So what do you guys think?” I asked the crowd. “Which bathing suit did you like best?” They all agreed they liked this one the best.



As we began to make our way back to the dressing room, Tina spoke up for the first time and remarked loudly, “you know, this crowd has been so helpful to Debbie, I think it would be really nice if she did something for them.”



“What did you have in mind?” I asked with a shit eating grin on my face.



“Well, since Debbie loves putting on a show, why don’t we have her put one on for this wonderful crowd?”



“Sounds like a great idea. Go ahead.”



Tina then stepped up and took charge of the situation. Once Debbie was back in the cubicle, Tina ensured the curtain was left wide open and then instructed Debbie to take the bikini off. When Debbie stood naked in front of everyone, Tina continued “now play with yourself. Show everyone here how much you enjoyed their help.” A few shocked gasps followed by giggles could be heard in the crowd from several of the high school girls.



As Debbie began to close her eyes Tina barked, “no, keep your eyes open. I want you to watch them as they watch you pleasure yourself.” Doing as she was bid, Debbie kept her eyes open and began to scan the crowd as she slipped her right hand down to her now moist pussy and began to rub her clit. The pace of her hand soon quickened as it was readily apparent that Debbie was extremely turned on by the humiliating situation. Her other hand seemed to be acting of its own volition, and it began to caress and pinch her already hard nipples.



As her breathing quickened, Tina began to taunt Debbie. “That’s it. Cum for everyone here. Let them see what a little whore you are.” Several of the men were sporting obvious tents in their pants and were openly rubbing them as they stared at the spectacle unfolding before them.



The girls in the crowd were also beginning to get excited and were throwing their own taunts in as well. “Yeh, that’s it you fucking slut. Play with yourself. What a skank you are.”



It didn’t take long until Debbie came with a low deep moan of pleasure. Her orgasm began washing over her in waves of pleasure, rocking her body until she could stand up no more and was forced to sit back onto the small seat behind her.



“Alright, that’s enough of a show whore, get dressed,” I ordered pulling the curtain shut. When the crowd saw the curtain close, they knew the show was over and they began dispersing, heading back to whatever it was they were doing before this had all started. Turning to Tina I asked, “can you grab that last suit in a size larger? I don’t want her falling out of her suit with every movement at the pool. We’ll be kicked out for sure then.” I silently gave thanks that no store employees or perturbed customers had intervened in our little fun.



Once Debbie had dressed and collected herself somewhat, she hesitantly stepped out of the cubicle holding the three suits in hand. “Put those down, Tina has grabbed a different one for you.” Doing as she was told, she placed them on the table beside her and we then made our way to the front of the store to pay for our purchase and leave. It was already after lunch and I was anxious to get to the pool to enjoy the rest of the afternoon in the company of two bikini clad women.



By the time we arrived at the public pool, the sun was high in the sky and the hot weather had enticed a large crowd of pool-goers. All demographics were represented here – from the young kids and their parents frolicking in the pool, to the high school aged kids tanning themselves to the senior citizens sitting quietly off in the corners under the trees reading their books.



Finding an open space was difficult, but after several minutes of walking, we managed to find an area large enough to set our 3 towels on the ground, that was also removed a bit from the young kids and their parents. Stripping off my shirt, I settled comfortably down on my towel and smiled up at the ladies as they gathered their swim suits and headed off to the changing room to get changed.



When the ladies returned from the bathroom wearing their bikinis, I noticed many of the men, and even some of the women, give them appreciative looks as they passed by. After they had settled down onto their towels, they began the process of applying sunscreen onto their bodies. Without any prompting from me, they took turns applying the lotion to each other, taking their time rubbing the lotion into the other’s body. I know I wasn’t the only person enjoying the show. When they were finally done with each other, they flanked either side of me and began lathering my body up with lotion. It took all of my self-control to not pop a hard-on as the women massaged the lotion into my body.



Once done we all settled down onto our towels and enjoyed the heat of the sun on our bodies. I was a little surprised when, out of the corner of my eye, I caught my wife fidgeting around. Usually she can lay in the sun for hours without moving. After studying her for several seconds, I realized that she wasn’t fidgeting, but was really trying to get a look at all of the people around us.



After scanning the crowd for several more seconds, Tina finally turned to me and whispered, “Sir, do you mind if I set up a little fun for us with Debbie?”



“Sure,” was my quick reply. I had to be honest with myself. Seeing my very submissive wife dominating another woman was an immense turn-on for me.



At that my wife quickly stood up and walked a distance away until she was standing in front of 3 young men. From their builds it was obvious that they were athletic and they looked to be anywhere in age from 16 to 20. They were likely seniors in high school or freshmen at the local college. When she had their attention, she bent down and conversed quietly with them for several minutes periodically pointing in our direction.

When she finally stood back up and began walking toward us, I saw the boys get up and head towards the bathrooms/change rooms. Tina quickly knelt beside me and whispered, “did you bring the video camera?” When I nodded my head in the affirmative she replied, “good, bring it with you then.” She then turned to Debbie who had been dozing quietly beside us, oblivious to what had just transpired and ordered, “get up whore. I have a job for you.” And with that, Tina stood and began walking towards the change rooms. Debbie scrambled to her feet and began following Tina through the crowd. With a grin, I grabbed the video camera and proceeded to follow the two ladies. When they reached the change rooms they didn’t head inside but instead walked around behind it. There was a small fence in the way which was clearly marked with a sign ‘No Trespassing’. After stepping over the fence we found ourselves behind the change rooms in a small paved alcove with a round metal garbage can mounted to the cement and a large dumpster in the corner. It was obvious this was where the garbage truck would come, once the large gated fence behind it was opened up in order to empty the dumpster. The alcove was deserted save for the 3 of us and the 3 young men Tina had been speaking with earlier.



As nervous glances were passed between the guys, Tina quickly took charge. “Thanks guys for meeting us here. As I was telling you earlier, we have a whore here who is in need of some punishment and I wanted you guys to help me out with that punishment. You guys still OK with that?” she asked.



Glancing between the two scantily clad women in bikinis, they all quickly nodded their heads yes.



“Great.” Motioning to Debbie she ordered, “go stand on front of these fine young gentlemen.” When Debbie stood before them, eyes downcast in embarrassment, face quickly reddening, Tina continued. “Whore, take your tits out of your bikini so these boys can have a good look at them.” With shaking hands, Debbie reached up and pulled back the small amount of fabric covering each breast and tucked the material under them. When she removed her hands and let them fall to her sides, her now bare breasts were on display for the 3 strangers standing before her.



Turning to look at me, Tina nudged me gently with her elbow, and motioned toward the video camera I was holding in one of my hands. I had become so enthralled in the scene unfolding before me that I had completely forgotten that I was even holding the camera. With a sheepish grin, I quickly turned on the camera and began filming Debbie’s humiliation.



Turning to the boys Tina asked, “would you like to touch them boys?” They all quickly nodded their heads in unison. “Well then go ahead. Grab those things.” As they reached out and began fondling her breasts, Tina added, “Oh, I’m going to let you in on a little secret here boys. This whore here likes it rough, so don’t worry about being gentle with them. You can pinch and twist those nipples as much as you’d like.” At that, the boys began attacking her breasts with gusto. They took turns pinching and twisting her nipples while watching her face screw up in pain.



“Don’t feel like you have to restrict yourselves to just her tits boys, go ahead and touch her everywhere.” When they looked at her in confusion Tina ordered, “whore, take off your bikini bottoms and spread your legs nice and wide so that these gentlemen here can start sticking their fingers up your cunt and ass.” Hearing my wife use such vulgar language and dominating another woman in front of these strangers was turning me on immensely. I wasn’t the only sporting a hard-on in their bathing suits.



With a face as red as I’ve ever seen it, Debbie grasped the sides of her bikini bottom and with obviously shaking hands began to roll the material down her legs until she was able to step out of it. Once she was clear of the material she let her hands fall to her sides again and slowly spread her legs wide apart as she had been instructed, giving the three strangers an unobstructed view of her cleanly shaven pussy lips. Needing no further encouragement the boys dove back in and continued their mauling of her breasts and began taking turns shoving fingers into her pussy and asshole. After several minutes Debbie’s eyes began to flutter closed and her breathing began to get ragged. It was obvious she was enjoying the humiliation as wet squishy sounds could be heard coming from her pussy as the men drove their fingers in and out of her.



Not wanting Debbie to cum yet, Tina asked the boys to stop. “As a thank you for helping us out here, this whore here would like to give each of you a blowjob.” This time they needed no further encouragement from Tina and quickly shed their trunks to stand proudly before Debbie with raging hard-ons.



“On your knees whore,” Tina ordered. When she was in place in front of the first boy, Tina walked over, and grabbing a handful of Debbie’s hair, wrenched her head up to look at her as she spoke. “Now remember whore how you’ve been taught to suck cocks. No hands and your nose had better be touching pubic hair on each thrust.” Letting go of her hair, Tina turned to the three boys and instructed, “boys, she likes it rough. So when you have your cock in her mouth I want you grab a handful of her hair and force her head down on your shafts until you’ve got the entire length buried in her mouth. I want you boys to fuck her mouth like you would a pussy. You OK with that?” she asked each of them.



When they simply nodded their heads yes, she motioned for them to begin. The boy standing in front of Debbie took a step forward and placed the tip of his cock into her waiting mouth. Remembering what he had been told to do, he grabbed a handful of hair at the back of Debbie’s head and began pumping his cock into her mouth. After several thrusts he quickly found himself bumping against the back of her throat.



“Now don’t be shy. Force your cock past that barrier. While he’s enjoying that, why don’t you guys,” motioning to the 2 other boys, “get on either side of your friend so the whore can stroke your cocks for you?” They quickly moved into position and then placed their cocks into her waiting hands. As Debbie began stroking the other cocks, the first boy took a firm grip on her hair and pushing as hard as he could, buried the entire length into her throat with one violent thrust. Debbie began gagging immediately, but didn’t pull away as her air was cut off while the boy left his cock lodged in her throat. He was obviously enjoying the gagging sensations as her throat massaged his shaft. Finally pulling out, he began pounding a steady rhythm into her mouth, bottoming out on each thrust as he had been instructed. All the while Debbie continued stroking the other 2 cocks while attempting to accommodate the monster attacking her throat.



Kneeling down beside Debbie and pinching her nipples hard, Tina informed the guys, “you see boys, this little whore here has a dirty little secret she doesn’t want you to know. She gets turned on by being humiliated, used and abused like this. Her nipples are hard as rocks and her cunt is soaking wet.” Tina’s dirty talk was having an effect on the boy with his cock lodged in Debbie’s throat, as his motions had quickened along with his breathing. “I have only one request boys. When you cum, I want you to cum all over her face.” At that, the first boy quickly pulled out and began shooting his cum all over Debbie’s face. When he had wiped the last drop of cum off on her nose, the next boy stepped in and picked up where his friend had just left off.



It didn’t take long for the second boy to achieve orgasm and he quickly added his load of cum to his friend’s ensuring every square inch of Debbie’s face was covered with the sticky stuff. The third boy practically shoved his friend out of the way in his eagerness to get his cock into her mouth. By this point, Debbie’s throat had loosened up enough that there was very little gagging anymore and he pounded away at her mouth. It still didn’t take long though until the third boy was adding his load to the first two.



Debbie’s face and hair was now covered in white cum as she continued to kneel naked before her three young attackers. Thinking it was all over, I reached up to turn off the camera, when my wife spoke up. “Tell you what guys. Since you’ve been such good sports in helping me punish this whore, I’m going to let one of you fuck her in the ass.” Turning to the second boy she said, “you have the largest cock so I think it would only be fitting if you had the honor of stretching her asshole.”



Motioning to Debbie she ordered, “stand up whore, bend over that garbage can.” When Debbie was in place the garbage can was just wide enough and tall enough to support her upper body. Her breasts hung over the edge and swung back and forth as she waited for the next order. “Now reach back whore and pull your ass cheeks apart. Now hold your ass open and beg this young gentleman to stick his cock up your ass and fuck you like the whore you are.”



Reddening further, Debbie held the cheeks of her ass open and looking over her shoulder began to beg, “please Sir, stick your cock in my ass. Fuck me like the whore I am. Hurt my ass with your cock. Please punish my ass.”



Needing no further prompting, the second boy stepped up behind Debbie and placing his now hard cock at the entrance to her ass, began to thrust in as hard as he could. From the earlier fondling, Debbie’s ass was already sufficiently loosened that it only took several thrusts before the boy was bottoming out in her asshole.



“Now grab hold of her hair and pull back hard as you pound that shithole,” Tina ordered. As the boy yanked back hard on Debbie’s hair and continued his pounding of her ass, Tina walked around in front of Debbie and continued her monologue. “Aren’t you the little whore? Look at you. You’re naked, bent over a garbage can, holding your ass open so some stranger can ram his cock up your ass. And this is all after you’ve finished gobbling their cocks like a little whore and having them plaster your face and hair with their cum.”



“Now I think you should be honest with these boys. You’re turned on being treated like this, aren’t you?” Tina asked.



Through gasps, Debbie muttered a weak “yes.”



“I’m sorry, I don’t think they heard you. Tell these boys what turns you on.”



Blushing furiously, Debbie spoke louder. “Yes. I get turned on by being humiliated and treated like a piece of trash. The rougher you treat me, and the more humiliating the situation, the more turned on I become.” Her dark confession came out of her in rush almost as if she had been dying to say it, but needed to first be coerced to admit it out loud.



As soon as she said it, Debbie began panting like a dog in heat. “Please Ma’am. May I cum?” Debbie begged as her orgasm threatened to explode.



“You may, whore,” Tina replied.



With that, Debbie let out a gasp and began thrashing around in ecstasy, as her orgasm sent powerful shocks throughout her body. To her credit, she managed to stay bent over the garbage can and continued to hold her ass cheeks apart for the boy who was still pounding away in her ass.



Turning to the other two boys, Tina saw that they were hard again and instructed, “why don’t you boys rub those cocks of yours and cum all over her body. Make sure you cover every inch of her with your cum.”



While the boys took up positions on either side of Debbie and began masturbating, I grabbed hold of Tina with my free hand (the other one was still taping Debbie’s humiliation) and pulling aside her bottoms, bent her over in front of me, and drove my throbbing erection into her soaking wet pussy with one hard thrust. A gasp and then a soft moan quickly followed that as I pounded several times into her to get my cock nice and wet. When it was sufficiently lubricated, I ordered Tina, “now slut, I want you to hold your ass open for me so that I can fuck you in the ass just like the little whore over there.” With the two of them facing each other, I buried my cock in one hard thrust into Tina’s asshole. Grabbing hold of her hair and pulling back hard, just as the other boy was doing to Debbie, I began to pound into my wife’s ass matching his rhythm and thrusts.



It wasn’t long after that the three boys were ready to cum again. The boy pounding away at her ass thrust once more in and then quickly pulled out and began shooting his second load of cum all over Debbie’s back and ass. The other two boys seemed to take their cue from that and they also began to spurt their second loads onto Debbie’s back and hair. That was all it took for me, so after one last thrust into Tina’s ass, I jerked my cock out and, running over to Debbie, added my load to her hair and back. After wiping the last strand of cum on Debbie’s breast, I finally turned the camera off and stepped back to put my trunks back on. Taking their cue from me, the boys did the same and, with mumbled thanks, quickly dashed out of there.



This left us with Debbie still bent over the garbage can holding her ass open, completely covered in cum. After Tina had fixed her own bathing suit, I ordered, “slut, take this whore into the bathroom and get her cleaned up. I think we’ve had enough fun for today at the pool.” As she helped Debbie get her bikini back on I smiled to myself, knowing that the final humiliation for Debbie was going to be her walking into the public change rooms which were sure to be packed with other women, covered in 7 loads of cum. Ah, life was good.



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At the end of the month my wife gave up her lease on her apartment and moved into Debbie’s place. Now, instead of having the two of them fly down to see me every couple of weekends, I began flying up there for the weekends. While there it gave us a chance to continue exploring our new relationships and discovering just how far I could push each of their boundaries. It also allowed us to begin the house hunting process as my work had recently offered me the transfer I had been requesting.



Throughout this time, Debbie continued to affirm to us that she wanted to live with us as our complete and abject slave. Neither the wife or I had any problem with this as we were all enjoying our new situation immensely. After several weeks of looking the three of us finally settled on a house on a large treed lot in a quiet suburb. 2 weeks after Tina and I took possession of our house, Debbie’s house sale was finalized and she quickly moved her belongings in with ours.



Though we had enough combined furniture for several bedrooms, we found ourselves each evening comfortably sleeping together in the master bedroom with the king size bed. As the months progressed and we settled into our new lives together, we had the opportunity to meet some of our neighbors. Most were much older than ourselves or were focused on raising a multitude of children and didn’t really share our interests. However, we did meet one set of neighbors who were only a couple of years older than we were and did not have any children. Rob was a middle management employee in a textile company and looked like he played football when he was younger. He was still quite broad in the shoulders and stood just over 6 feet tall and looked like he still stayed in shape. Amy was a striking brunette who stood almost 5 feet 10 inches tall and had a slender build with breasts that were likely a B cup in size. Her hair was long and straight, reaching well beyond her shoulder blades.



When we socialized with Rob and Amy, we were careful not to expose our unique relationship to them as we first wanted to get to know what type of people they were before we dropped that kind of bomb on them. After several barbecues together and a few Sunday afternoon football games, we were comfortable enough with them that we finally made plans with Rob and Amy to go to a local nightclub the following Friday.



Once Friday evening had arrived, the ladies began to prepare themselves for the night out on the town. While Debbie was in the shower, I walked over to my wife, who was sitting naked in front of the vanity mirror fixing her makeup, and cupped her breasts in appreciation. Rolling her already hardening nipples between my thumb and forefinger, I slowly increased the pressure upon them until her eyelids fluttered closed and a slight gasp of breath was heard.



“I want you to dress sexily tonight. I want you looking good for the crowd.” Tina had rolled her head back onto my shoulder by this point as she continued to enjoy my ministrations.



She answered with a slight shake of her head and a quiet “mmmhhhmmm.”



“I also want you to dress our little whore up tonight. Make her outfit super slutty.” I suggested.



Looking at me in the mirror, she could see the smile playing across my face and knew that I was planning something. With a smile of her own she quickly replied, “yes Sir.”



Leaving the girls to their own devices I finished dressing and headed downstairs to watch some TV while I waited for them to be ready.



About 20 minutes later, I heard footsteps coming down the stairs and I quickly swiveled in my chair to see their arrival. My wife was the first one down and she was wearing a stunning red dress that was tight in all the right places accentuating her beautiful curves. A very sexy look that was not at all slutty. Moments later Debbie came down the stairs wearing a too-tight leather miniskirt which only came down several inches below her asscheeks and a white sheer blouse that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. In just the right light Debbie’s dark areolas could be clearly seen through her nearly transparent top. Debbie was already several shades of red as she fully realized just how much of herself was going to be on display tonight for anyone who cared to look.



Giving my wife an appreciative smile I remarked, “looking very nice tonight ladies. Are we ready to go?”



When both nodded yes, I grabbed my car keys and led the way to the garage where my vehicle was parked. As much as I wanted to have a little fun before we went out, it was now 8:45pm and we had agreed to meet Rob and Amy at 9pm at the club. Fortunately it was only a 10 minute drive, so we arrived with several minutes to spare.



Despite the club being only about half full upon our arrival, the dance floor was already in full swing with intoxicated groups of people dancing to the loud music. After walking around for several minutes we were able to finally secure a table in the back corner away from some of the crowd and where conversation would be a little easier.



While waiting for our drinks, Rob and Amy arrived and, after spotting us, made their way over to our table. When they were close enough to see us clearly I watched Rob and Amy’s reaction to how Debbie was dressed. Rob’s face immediately lit up in a shit-eating-grin as he took in her beautiful figure, while Amy’s face almost took on a look of disgust.



It was exactly the type of reaction I had been hoping to get. After several weekends spent socializing with them, I was left with the impression that Amy could be a bit too controlling for Rob’s taste, and that she didn’t approve of him looking at other women. A few times I had caught her giving Rob a dirty look when his gaze would linger too long on Tina’s or Debbie’s figure. While Amy was a good looking woman herself and had nothing to be worried about, she certainly didn’t appreciate the attention Debbie was drawing from the men around us and, in particular, her own husband.



As the evening wore on, I ensured there was a steady supply of drinks for all 3 of the women. I wanted to make sure all of their inhibitions would be as low as possible for later tonight. Rob and I danced sporadically throughout the evening, preferring to let the ladies do most of the dancing while we sat and watched the show. Near the end of the night, I pulled Debbie aside, and in her ear asked, “are you having fun tonight my little whore?”

With glassy eyes she looked up at me with a big smile and nodded her head yes.



“Good. When the next song comes on, I want you to grab Rob and drag him to the dance floor with you. You will then dance very sluttishly for him. At the end of the dance you will grab the bottom of your shirt and very quickly flash him your tits. You will then just keep dancing with Tina until I tell you otherwise. Is that clear?” I asked.



A very low “yes Sir” was her response.



When the next song came on, Debbie grabbed Tina’s wrist with one hand and Rob’s with the other and dragged them onto the dance floor. The timing couldn’t have been more perfect. Amy had just gotten up moments before to head to the bar to get some drinks and was unaware of what was happening. When she returned and noticed the table empty save for myself, she raised her eyebrows questioningly at me. I motioned with a nod of my head towards the dance floor. When she turned around to look, her mouth practically fell open in shock. There was Debbie gyrating sluttishly against Rob, grabbing her own breasts and completely oblivious to those around her. The song was just coming to a close then and, remembering my instructions to her, Debbie grabbed the bottom of her blouse and quickly flashed Rob her naked breasts.



This of course did not go unnoticed by Amy. The look of pure malevolence on her face was priceless. If looks could kill, Debbie would have been dead on the dance floor.



Sitting next to Amy I leaned over and asked, “did you just see what Debbie did?” As if I was shocked by her behavior as well. Briefly glancing at me she nodded her head yes before returning to glare at Debbie. Leaning over I continued, “wait here for a second.”



I then got up and walked towards the dance floor until I was able to get Debbie’s attention. With one hand I gestured for her to come to me. Not waiting for Debbie, I then turned around and walked back to the table sitting down next to Amy. Thankfully Rob and Tina stayed out on the dance floor and continued to dance to the next song.



When Debbie was close enough I gestured for her to stand in front of Amy and I. Knowing that something was wrong, Debbie kept her eyes downcast and waited for me to speak.



“It’s obvious that you’ve had too much to drink,” I said condescendingly. “Apparently that means you don’t know how to act appropriately around others,” I continued to scold. Her cheeks began to redden as I continued. “So you think it’s alright to show your breasts to other married men?” I asked, my voice rising in volume. “You like acting like a whore do you?”



The use of the word whore brought Amy’s head around to stare at me for a moment, not believing what she had just heard and not understanding why Debbie wasn’t responding to such a derogatory word. It wasn’t enough to mute Amy’s anger though and she quickly went back to glaring at Debbie.



We were standing in the far corner of the bar and there weren’t any other patrons around us to see what was happening so I pressed on in my most angry and disgusted voice. “You like showing your tits whore? You think its OK? Well then, why don’t you just lift up your shirt again so we can all see them?”



Debbie knew it was not a request and with only the slightest hesitation she grasped the bottom of her blouse and once again lifted it up over her naked breasts and held it there. Her face was a dark shade of red as she stood semi naked in front of our neighbor. Leaning over to a shocked Amy I advised, “I have to tell you, sometimes Debbie acts out inappropriately and needs to be punished. Don’t you whore?”



Still holding her shirt up over her breasts she meekly responded, “yes Sir.”



“Since you have offended Amy, would you like her to punish you for your behavior?”



“Yes Sir.”



“Come closer then,” I ordered. She moved forward until her legs were touching our knees. This was where my carefully laid plan could come crashing down around me. I was hoping that Amy would be both disgusted with Debbie’s submissive behavior and that she had perhaps a bit of a mean streak in her.



With a deep breath, I pushed on. “Amy, I think it would be an appropriate punishment for flashing her tits at your husband if you were to grab her nipples and give them a hard squeeze.”



“What?!” Amy exclaimed.



Before she could continue to protest I pushed on. “You see Amy, this whore doesn’t really want you to know her dark little secret. The truth is this whore gets turned on by being humiliated, used and abused. So much so, that she has given herself to Tina and I to do with as we see fit.”



Stunned silence followed as the wheels began to spin wildly in Amy’s head. “You can do anything you want to her and she won’t protest?”



With a small shake of my head, “anything.”



Turning to Debbie I ordered, “whore, ask this nice lady to punish your nipples for you.”



“P…P…Please Ma’am, will you punish my tits? Please squeeze my nipples hard. Please teach me a lesson for being bad,” she stammered quietly.



Hesitating for a few seconds I could see the gears turning in Amy’s head. Finally reaching some inner decision she tentatively reached up with both hands and grasped Debbie’s nipples between her thumb and forefinger. At first she was barely squeezing them, unsure of how much pressure was too much.



“Oh, much harder than that Amy. This whore craves the abuse. The harder you squeeze them and the more pain you cause, the more turned on this whore becomes. Isn’t that right whore?” I asked.



“Yes Sir.”



At that, Amy began to tighten her grip on Debbie’s nubs watching her face closely for the response. When no protestations came, Amy began squeezing them even harder.



Seeing that she still wasn’t sure about how much Debbie could take and was still hesitating, I urged her on. “Much harder than that Amy. Go as hard as you can. And start twisting and pulling on them as well.”



Seeming to give in to some inner argument, Amy followed my advice and began painfully twisting and pulling on Debbie’s nipples as she increased the pressure even more. Looking at Amy’s face I could see a sneer plastered across it as she looked down at the submissive whore standing in front of her. She was definitely enjoying this.



When at last Debbie cried out in pain, when the pain became too much, Amy reluctantly let go of her nipples and sat back in her chair.



“Alright. You can put your shirt down now whore.” I ordered. Turning again to Amy, “you see? The whore needs to be treated like that. She enjoyed it.” Turning back to Debbie I asked, “did you enjoy that punishment whore?”



With a small nod of her head, “yes Sir.”



“Is your pussy soaking wet from the humiliation and abuse?”



Stammering a reply, “y…y…yes Sir.”



Turning to Amy once again, “go ahead and check Amy if you want. She’s not wearing underwear. I bet you’ll find the juices running down her legs, she’s that turned on.”



With only a slight hesitation now, Amy reached forward and stuck her hand under Debbie’s short miniskirt. After several seconds of poking around, Amy withdrew her hand and stared in amazement at how wet it was. Her hand positively glistened with Debbie’s pussy juice.



Turning to Debbie I dismissed her with a wave. “Go get yourself cleaned up in the bathroom, whore.”



After she had left, I turned to Amy and said, “I really do feel bad about her behavior tonight and I would like to make this up to you. I am enjoying our friendship with you and Rob and do not want to risk losing that.” When she began to say that it wasn’t necessary, I cut her off and continued. “No, it is necessary. It’s a point of honor for me. Please let me do this for you.”



When she finally nodded her head yes, I continued, “as a sign of our friendship I’d like to give Debbie to you for the rest of this evening. We are about to head home now anyways and if you’d like I could send Debbie over once we’re home.”



Slowly coming around to the idea, she nodded her head yes. “And what can we do with her?”



With a grin, I replied, “whatever your heart desires Amy. If you want to tie her down and beat her ass and tits black and blue with a hairbrush, you can. If you’d rather let your husband abuse her throat and ass with his cock, you can. If you want to use her to lick your ass clean after having a shit, you can.” I could see the last statement shocked her. “Basically whatever you can imagine, you can do. The only condition is that there be no permanent marks on her body when you’re done. Anything else goes. Like I said before, the more you humiliate, use and abuse her, the more turned on she becomes.” After a pause I asked, “still interested?”



With no hesitation this time, she quickly responded, “hell yeah!”



With a grin, I motioned for Tina and Rob to join us as we all gathered up our belongings and headed for the door. Nothing more was said about the arrangement as we headed to our individual cars. With last goodbyes, Rob and Amy piled into their car and left for home. Turning to the girls, I noted that both Tina and Debbie were pretty drunk as they attempted to climb into the backseat of the car for our ride home.



As I pulled out of the parking lot, I looked in my rear view mirror, and order Tina, “slut, get that whore out of her clothes. Leave nothing on her but her shoes.” Tina quickly complied, stripping Debbie of all her clothes until she sat completely naked in the backseat of the car. “Now slut, lift that dress up until its around your waist. Once she was naked from the waist down I continued with my instructions. “Put your back to the door slut and get your knees up and apart.” In this position she would be facing Debbie with her pussy spread wide open. “Now whore, get up on the seat on your hands and knees facing the slut’s cunt.” I again waited until she was in position before continuing. “Now head down and lick that slut’s cunt and ass. Make sure you keep your ass nice and high in the air while you eat that cunt.” In Debbie’s position, her ass was spread wide open and was almost pressed up against the passenger side window. Anyone driving by now would be afforded a beautiful view of Debbie’s nicely shaved pussy and puckered asshole.



I made sure to take the long way home, stopping at as many traffic lights as I could so that I could maximize Debbie’s humiliation. Each time a vehicle pulled up beside us, I would let Debbie know what was happening in the other car. “Oh look whore, here comes another car. And this one is filled with some teenagers. The boys are liking what they see.” And at that moment shouts and hollering could be heard coming from the car beside us. “Oh, and in the backseat are a couple of teenage girls. They’re pointing at your ass and laughing. It’s obvious they know what a dirty little whore you are.” By now the girls were also getting in on the hollering and were yelling things like ‘skank’ and ‘whore’ out the window.



As we pulled away, I joked, “maybe I should pull over and throw you out of the car. Let the kids have you. I’m sure they could think up some interesting things to do with you.” My words were having a tremendous impact on both Tina and Debbie. Both of them were panting like dogs in heat and Tina was working toward her second orgasm.



When we finally arrived home, I pulled into the driveway and stopped when I reached the garage door. Looking back I ordered, “whore, get out of the car and open the garage door.” A frightened look flitted across Debbie’s face as she realized that she was being ordered to get out of the car completely naked and stand beside the garage door while it slowly opened. If anyone were to look out their windows or happen to be walking by, they would be given an unobstructed view of Debbie in all of her naked splendor. She knew I had the remote garage door opener in the glove box, but was instead choosing to have her do it to increase her humiliation.



Hesitantly opening the door, she nervously glanced around before stepping out and hurrying over to the garage door keypad. She continued to search for prying eyes as she silently begged the garage door to open quicker. When it was finally high enough, I pulled the vehicle in and pressed the close button on the remote. Seeing the garage door start its descent, Debbie quickly stepped over the threshold, and with an audible sigh, allowed herself to relax now that she was finally away from any prying eyes.



As we stepped into the house, I turned to Tina and ordered, “slut, go get the wrist and ankle cuffs and bring them back here please.” Once she had scurried off to the bedroom to fetch the cuffs, I turned to Debbie and ordered, “put your collar on whore and then get dressed again.” I could see the look of confusion on her face as she fastened her collar in place. She knew that she was supposed to remain naked while in the house and had assumed that I was going to have some fun with her and Tina before heading to bed. If only she knew what fun I had planned for her!



When Tina returned with the cuffs, she was surprised to see Debbie standing there fully clothed. She had probably expected to find her on her knees with my cock buried in her throat, or bent over getting fucked in the ass. Instead I directed Tina, “put the cuffs on the whore, and then get undressed and get your collar on.”



When Tina was finished, I turned to Debbie and said, “whore, as payment for the offense you caused Amy, I have agreed to give you to her and Rob for the remainder of the evening.” Her eyes grew wide upon hearing that. “You will obey them as you would any order given by myself or Tina.” With menace in my voice I added, “if I find out you hesitated or did not do as you were told, then rest assured that your punishment will be harsh and extreme. Do not disappoint me here, understand?”



With a nervous nod of her head, Debbie replied, “yes Sir.”



“They should be home by now so you’d best get going.” At that, Debbie turned about and headed for the front door.



Later that evening when she returned, I ordered Debbie to tell me everything in detail about what had happened and this is what I was told occurred.



Once Debbie was outside, she once again glanced about nervously, hoping no one was out for a late night walk. Though she was now dressed, her collar and wrist and ankle cuffs were very conspicuous and certainly left little to the imagination as to their purpose. To her relief, Debbie managed to make to it to Rob and Amy’s front door without notice. Taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly, Debbie tried to calm her rising nervousness. Reaching up, she tentatively knocked on their door. A few seconds later, the door opened and she was greeted by a grinning Amy.



With a sneer, Amy said, “well look at what we have here. If it isn’t the big slut who likes to flash her titties at my husband. I was starting to worry that you weren’t coming. And I see you came dressed for the occasion.” Noticing the pendant on the collar, Amy reached up and flipped it over so that she could read the inscription on it. With another sneer, “oh, isn’t that sweet. You even have your name on it. Whore. I like that. Is that what we should call you tonight?” she asked.



Eyes downcast, Debbie mumbled a quick, “yes Ma’am”.



“Well then, please come in whore,” Amy replied as she stepped aside to let Debbie in. “Rob doesn’t know about our little arrangement here, and since it’s his birthday this week, I thought we’d surprise him.” Turning about, Amy began walking down the hallway towards her bedroom, leaving Debbie to scurry after her filled with uncertainty and with butterflies roiling in her stomach.



“Honey, I have an early birthday present for you,” Amy called out as she entered the bedroom. With a flourish she gestured towards the doorway as Debbie hesitantly stepped into the room.



A shocked look spread across Rob’s face as he noticed who was standing in the doorway and what she was wearing. “Hon? What’s going on? Why is Debbie here and why is she dressed like that?”



Looking at her husband she replied with a mischievous smile, “honey, I want you trust me OK? Just go with it and I promise you won’t be disappointed.” Seeing him reluctantly nod his head yes, Amy continued. “It’s your birthday this week and I wanted to give you something special this year. And so my gift to you is her,” pointing to Debbie. Reaching up and grabbing the tag on Debbie’s collar, she continued, “it says her name is ‘whore’ and I have it on good authority that she wants to be treated like one.”



“What?” was Rob’s shocked response.



“Tell my husband what you are,” Amy commanded.



Eyes fixed on the floor Debbie meekly replied, “I’m a whore Sir.”



Before Rob could protest further, Amy pushed on. “You know how you’re always asking me to do things in bed that I’m not comfortable with like sucking on your cock or having anal sex? Well, with her you’ll be able to do those things. In fact, you’ll be able to do anything you want with her.”



“What do you mean?” Rob asked.



“Well, you see, Debbie was so full of remorse for flirting with you tonight at the bar and flashing her tits at you, that she has willingly given herself to us as compensation for her wrongdoing. In fact, she even confided in me that she serves Carl and Tina in much the same way.”



“She serves them?” he asked.



“Yep. In fact I think she said she was their ‘fuck toy’. Isn’t that right whore?”



“Yes Ma’am,” was her mumbled response.



“So, this means we can do whatever we want with her.” Pausing for effect, she then asked, “are you OK with this honey?”



“Well, I guess if you are, then I’m all right with it as well,” was Rob’s response.



“So, on that note,” she turned towards Debbie, “since you so enjoyed showing Rob your tits earlier this evening, why don’t you take off your shirt so he can see them in a better light?”



With shaking hands, Debbie reached up and undid the buttons on the front of her blouse before allowing it to slide from her shoulders and to the floor. Fighting the urge to cover herself, she kept her arms at her side while she allowed Rob and Tina to look at her naked breasts.



“And now the skirt whore,” Amy ordered. The manner in which she was speaking to Debbie was not lost on Rob, nor was Debbie’s willingness to follow orders. As Debbie rolled the skirt down her hips and let it drop onto the floor with her blouse, Rob was pleased to see that she wasn’t wearing any underwear at all. A smile spread across his face as he noticed her nicely shaven pussy.



Seeing his smile Amy asked, “you like what you see? You like that the dirty little whore here never wears underwear and that she likes to shave her pussy, hmm? I bet we’re going to find that she likes a whole lot of things by the time we’re done with her,” she proclaimed. “Just think. This whore was out there dancing in that crowded little nightclub tonight without a bra or panties on.”



“Don’t just stand there whore, turn around slowly so that my husband can see the rest of you,” Amy said disgustedly. As Debbie slowly turned around revealing her shapely, yet firm ass to Rob, his smile broadened, as his mind began to turn over the possibilities. While his wife had always been great in bed, she was a bit of a prude when it came to trying new things. She never wanted to try oral or anal sex, protesting each time that he asked that it was disgusting or would hurt too much.



While Debbie continued to turn around, Amy opened her nightstand and grabbed the digital camera. “I think we should get some pictures for posterity sake.” And then she began to take photos of Debbie’s naked body, save for the collar, cuffs and heels, ensuring that she captured Debbie’s humiliated expression. “Now stop there,” she ordered when Debbie had her back to them. “Now bend over and put your elbows on your knees. Spread your feet apart. Wider. More.” She didn’t stop until Debbie’s feet were spread as far apart as she could go and still maintain her balance. In this position her pussy and ass were spread wide open, leaving nothing to the imagination. Taking more photos she continued, “Now look back at us over your shoulder whore, so we can see in the pictures whose ass and pussy they belong to.” And when she did, she snapped a few more photos capturing her further reddening cheeks.

Rob remained silent throughout this, content to let his wife control the situation. He absently began to stroke his already hard cock through his jeans.



“Alright, that’s enough. Stand up and turn around to face us,” Amy ordered. “Since you are so fond of showing everyone your tits, I think it’s only appropriate we start with those, don’t you?” she asked Debbie. Walking over to her dresser, Amy grabbed her wooden hairbrush and walked back over to stand in front of Debbie. “Hands behind your back. Now ask me to punish your tits,” Amy ordered.



“P..please punish my tits Ma’am,” she meekly replied with her hands clasped behind her back.



“well, alright. If you insist.” And with that she brought the brush down hard against Debbie’s left breast with a resounding SMACK. Debbie cried out in pain, but did not move from her position. Amy watched with pleasure as the area began to redden quickly and took the shape of the brush. Taking aim she did the same to the other breast. SMACK. Another cry of pain from Debbie.



Looking over at her husband she was pleased to see that he was completely engrossed in watching his neighbor’s breasts turn a dark red from the his wife’s sadistic punishment. So much so, that he was openly rubbing his erection through his jeans and never even noticed his wife watching him. Turning back to Debbie, Amy began bringing the brush down in a steady staccato on each breast, reveling in the power she had over this other woman. Each smack elicited a cry of pain from Debbie but, to her credit, she never pulled away or even attempted to cover herself up.



When the tops of Debbie’s breasts were a dark mottled red, Amy grabbed the nipple of Debbie’s right breast and, pinching hard, lifted up on it to expose the sensitive underside. Taking aim, she began swinging the brush in an upward stroke to ensure she covered every inch of Debbie’s breast with angry red welts.



When Amy finally finished punishing Debbie’s breasts, she stepped back to admire her handiwork. Debbie was breathing hard and her face was flushed red from the exertion. Her breasts though were a beautiful shade of red and purple with nipples as hard as rock. Looking down, Amy was pleased to see small rivulets of pussy juice on the insides of Debbie’s thighs.



“Well look at this honey. Despite the painful punishment she has just endured, her pussy is soaking wet. You can see it running down her legs,” Amy laughed. “Open your legs whore, so my husband can see.” With her arms still clasped behind her back, Debbie shuffled her feet apart so Rob could get a better look at her wet pussy. Grabbing her camera, Amy took several more photos to add to her growing collection.



“So before we go any further, I think it’s only fair that we let Rob in on your dirty little secret. Don’t you?” she asked Debbie. “Go ahead and tell him what you told me at the bar.” When Debbie looked at Amy with a confused expression she expanded, “you know. When you told me what turns you on.”



Reddening further with understanding Debbie mumbled, “I get turned on by being humiliated, used and abused.”



“I’m sorry. I don’t think Rob was able to hear you.”



A little louder this time. “I get turned on by being humiliated, used and abused.” Her blush had spread now to the tops of her shoulders.



“Hmm… So you found being made to strip in front of us pretty humiliating?” she asked.



“Yes Ma’am.”



“And though having me paddle the shit out of your tits hurt like hell, you’re turned on by the abuse?”



Unable to make eye contact Debbie mumbled again, “yes Ma’am.”



“Well honey. What say you? Are you ready to explore this situation a little more?” Amy asked her husband, knowing full well what his response was going to be.



“Hell yeah!”



“Well alright then. Let’s get this whore settled in for the next round.” Grabbing hold of Debbie’s left nipple, Amy then dragged her over to the foot of the bed. Amy’s bed was a large king size four poster bed whose footboard consisted of two brass poles connecting the bottom two bed posts. The bottom pole was approximately waist height for Debbie while the upper pole was roughly a foot and half above the bottom one. Pulling down on the nipple, Amy forced Debbie between the two brass poles until she found herself standing at the foot of the bed, bent over at the waist, and jammed between the two brass poles of the footboard.



“Stay,” Amy ordered. She then walked into the bathroom and came out several seconds later with a spool of string and a pair of scissors. Measuring off and then cutting several lengths of the string, Amy stooped down and, grabbing hold of Debbie’s left ankle cuff, dragged it over towards the bed post. Once she was satisfied with its positioning, she tied the string to the loop on the cuff and then tied it off to the bed post. Walking over to the other corner, Amy did the same with Debbie’s right foot. Stepping back she studied her handiwork and liked how her splayed legs opened up Debbie’s ass and pussy.



Climbing up onto the bed, Amy grabbed hold of Debbie’s wrists and, bringing them behind her back, fastened them together and then pulled up on them until they could be fastened to the ring on the back of her collar. With Debbie’s hands and feet now secured, Amy set about her final task in preparing Debbie for what was to come. Measuring and cutting another length of string, Amy climbed back up on the bed and began to gather Debbie’s hair up into a ponytail at the back of her head. Taking the string she tied one end around the newly made ponytail and brought the other end to the upper rail of the footboard. Pulling hard on the string, she forced Debbie’s head back until her upper body was suspended above the mattress with her bruised breasts swinging freely below her. It was an awkward and painful position which forced Debbie to hold her upper body off the mattress or the full weight of it would begin pulling at the hair at the back of her head.



Grinning at her handiwork Amy grabbed the camera and snapped a few more photos of Debbie in her new humiliating position. Amy couldn’t believe how good it felt to dominate another woman. And judging by the shit-eating grin on her husband’s face, he wasn’t minding either.



“Honey, why don’t you get out of your clothes,” Amy asked. As Rob began to quickly undress, Amy did as well until they were both naked. “Now honey, you know how you’re always asking me to suck your cock? Well, here’s your chance. This whore here loves to suck cock. And I bet she also loves swallowing cum too, don’t you, you dirty little whore?” As she said this Amy reached down and grabbed one of Debbie’s nipples and gave it a hard pinch and twist.



“Ahhh….yes Ma’am,” was the gargled reply.



Gesturing to the space in front of Debbie’s head Amy directed “climb up on the bed and let’s put this whore through her paces.”



Rob climbed up on the bed and found that when he was kneeling in front of Debbie, her mouth was at the perfect height for his penis. He could see her beginning to shake from the exertion of holding her upper body up off the bed in an attempt to relieve the pressure on her hair. Taking his hard on in hand he guided it into her open mouth and began thrusting into it in short hard strokes. Reaching under with both hands he grabbed each of Debbie’s nipples and began to roll and twist them between his thumb and forefinger.



Watching her husband fucking Debbie’s mouth was turning her on immensely and she began to egg him on further. “Come on Hon. Fuck that mouth. Force your cock down her throat. You know this whore likes it rough, so you know she wants you to choke her with your cock.”



Needing no further encouragement, Rob began to force more and more of his cock into her mouth until he felt his cock bumping against the back of her throat. His thrusts were also becoming harder which forced Debbie to arch her back even more to absorb the force of each thrust. But each time he pulled back, the weight of her body would pull her forward once again pulling painfully upon her hair. It was like a see-saw of pain for Debbie where there was no relief no matter what direction Rob was thrusting.



Relaxing her throat as she’d been taught, she allowed Rob’s cock to slip past the barrier and enter her throat. The gagging began almost immediately and was made all the harder by the awkward and painful position she was in. Amy grabbed the camera and began taking photos of Debbie’s face as she gagged and coughed around the cock invading her throat. “That’s it Hon. Get that cock in the whore’s throat. See if you can bury it. That’s it. Get her lips right up to your pubic hair.” When he had the entire length buried in her throat Amy asked, “now hold it there. ” Debbie was trying to gag and breathe around the monster lodged in her throat with little success. “Look up at the camera whore. I want a good shot to show my friends what a deep-throating whore you are.”



After taking a few more humiliating photos of Debbie before allowing her husband to withdraw his cock and let her breathe again, she set the camera down, grabbed the discarded hairbrush and walked around the bed until she was standing behind Debbie. Amy could see that Debbie’s pussy was even wetter than it had been after the breasts punishment. She was amazed at how much the whore was getting off on the humiliation and abuse and how much it also excited herself dominating and punishing another woman.



Grinning to her husband who was in seventh heaven fucking Debbie’s throat, she raised the hairbrush and brought it down hard upon Debbie’s right asscheek.



SMACK.



Debbie’s eyes went wide and she let out what would have been a blood curdling scream if it hadn’t been for the cock lodged in her throat. Her muffled scream sent shockwaves of pleasure through Rob’s cock and he almost lost control right then and there.



“Oh my God Hon. That was fucking amazing. The sensation on my cock when she screams is unbelievable. Do it again,” he quickly asked.



“My pleasure,” was her response as she began beating a steady rhythm on both asscheeks with the hairbrush. It became a pleasurable game for Rob as he began trying different positions with his cock to see which gave him the greatest sensations. He tried putting just the tip of his cock in her mouth when the next blow landed to see what effect it would have. While her scream was certainly louder the shockwaves were greatly reduced. He began to bury more and more of his length into her mouth noting that the deeper he got, the more amazing it would feel. When he expressed this sentiment to his wife, she quickly replied, “well then let’s see what we can do to make this even better for you.”



By this point, Debbie’s ass and upper thighs were a deep shade of red with hints of blue and purple. Amy was enjoying how it looked. She also noticed that Debbie was breathing harder and her pussy was pouring juices which had thoroughly soaked the insides of her thighs. While she continued her staccato of blows on Debbie’s ass, Amy had an idea and instructed her husband, “bury your cock in her throat and hold it. I think you’re going to like this.” When he had done as instructed and the gagging commenced once more, Amy took careful aim and with an upward stroke brought the brush up hard against Debbie’s soaking pussy several times in rapid succession.



Debbie’s body went wild after that. She screamed and screamed around the cock lodged in her throat as a powerful orgasm rocked her body causing her to thrash about in pain/pleasure. Her screams were enough to push Rob over the edge as well and he kept his cock buried in her throat as he let loose torrent after torrent of cum directly into her stomach. With a final shudder, he finally released his hold on her head and withdrew his still erect cock from her mouth. With deep gasping breaths Debbie attempted to regain some of her composure.



“Man, this whore is really something else isn’t she?” Amy exclaimed to her husband. “With nothing but pain stimulus, she is still able to have an orgasm.” Rob had sat back on the bed and was attempting to catch his breath in the aftermath of his own orgasm. “I want you to stay hard Hon, because I have one more thing I want you to do,” Amy asked.



When he looked up at her with surprise she said ,”I want you to fuck this whore in the ass. Would you like to do that?”



Without any hesitation, he quickly replied, “hell yes!”



“It’s time for some pleasure for me too.” After putting the hairbrush down Amy grabbed the camera and took several more photos of Debbie’s reddened ass and pussy before moving back up onto the bed. Reaching up she untied the string from the footboard allowing Debbie’s head to finally fall forward and to rest her weight on the bed, though she still had to maintain the awkward position of her wrists attached to the back of her neck.



Opening her legs she scooted forward until her pussy was inches away from Debbie’s head. “Eat my pussy whore,” she ordered. When Debbie had begun tonguing Amy’s pussy, she directed Rob to, “now grease up that cock with her pussy juices and then shove it up her ass. And don’t be gentle about it either. You know this whore wants it rough.”



Needing no further encouragement, he drove his cock balls deep into her pussy, and after several hard strokes, pulled out and placed the tip against her puckered asshole. With a look of pure joy on his face, Rob began to work the tip of his cock into Debbie’s ass. With a grimace on her face Debbie tried to focus on pleasuring the pussy in front of her, but Rob’s cock was so big and he was pushing so hard, that she was having difficulty staying on task.



SLAP



A hard slap to her face brought her back in focus, as she quickly renewed her efforts on Amy’s pussy. By this point, Rob had worked half of his length into Debbie’s ass and was grunting with the exertion required to get the rest of it in. Seeing this Amy directed, “grab the hairbrush hon. Use it on her ass to encourage her to open her asshole up for you.”



Rob grabbed the discarded brush and began smacking Debbie’s ass each time he thrust in. With this new encouragement to her already bruised and sore ass, Rob finally managed to bury the entire length of his cock into Debbie’s tight asshole. Taking a moment to savor the feeling of having his cock buried in another woman’s ass, Rob stopped beating Debbie’s ass and stood motionless for several seconds, with a look of pure bliss on his face. He had fantasized about this moment for so many years, and had actually given up hope of ever knowing what it would feel like, since his wife had repeatedly refused his requests over the years. But now, he had not only cum in another woman’s mouth but was fucking one in the ass too. It was the best birthday gift he could have ever received.



Looking up at her husband and seeing the dreamy far-off expression on his face, Amy knew she had made the right decision in accepting Carl’s gift of Debbie. She had no idea what the future would hold with that couple, but she certainly hoped it would include the continued sharing of Debbie. When her husband finally refocused on his surroundings, he noticed with a start his wife staring at him intently. With a grin he mouthed the words ‘thank you’, to which Amy mouthed back ‘I love you’.



“Now honey, I want you to fuck that ass as hard as you can. I want you to fuck it so hard, that this stupid whore won’t be able to sit down for a week. Teach her what a dirty little slut she is,” she directed.



Needing no further encouragement from her, Rob dropped the hairbrush and, grabbing Debbie’s hips, began pounding Debbie’s asshole with everything he had. Each stroke he withdrew as far as he could before hammering it home until his nutsack smacked against Debbie’s abused pussy and his cock was completely buried to the hilt. His thrusts were so powerful that the entire bed shook each time he hit home and the headboard began smacking against the wall. Debbie was mewling and crying out with pain as Rob began to increase the tempo of his thrusts. He was concentrating and working so hard that a sheen of sweat began to coat his hard body.



The sounds and sensations were beginning to have a strong impact on Amy. She had never had her pussy eaten by another woman and had certainly never been in the situation she found herself in now. Sensing her husband was building towards his second orgasm of the night, Amy refocused on Debbie and began to encourage her further. “That’s it whore. Take that big cock up your ass. You know that’s your purpose in life. You were put on this earth to serve others and to have as many cocks rammed down your throat and up your ass as possible.” Pulling her knees up to her chest Amy ordered, “now tongue my ass. Work your tongue into my asshole and fuck it. Oh God, that’s it whore. Lick my cunt and ass.” Despite her cries of pain, Debbie’s breathing had become labored and it was soon evident that she was going to have another orgasm from her rough treatment. “You see that honey? The whore likes the pain so much, that she’s going to have another orgasm,” Amy remarked. This just seemed to drive her husband even wilder and his pounding thrusts quickened until his hips were practically a blur. Debbie’s tongue was also having the desired effect on Amy and she found herself rapidly approaching an orgasm. “Don’t cum in her ass hon,” Amy directed to her husband before it was too late. “I want you to shoot your load all over this whore’s face. I think that would be a nice parting gift for this dirty slut.” With a roar, Rob picked the pace up even more. Sweat was now pouring down all over his body, as his muscles strained from the exertion.



These last words seemed to also have an effect on Debbie because with a strangled cry she began to buck and writhe on the bed as another powerful orgasm ripped through her battered and bruised body. Grabbing a handful of hair, Amy drove her pussy hard into Debbie’s face and let loose with her own orgasm covering Debbie’s face with her own cum and pussy juices.



Seeing and hearing the two women in front of him having orgasms was all Rob needed to push him over the edge as well. With another roar, Rob grabbed his cock and rushing around to the other side of the footboard, scrambled up onto the bed and, grabbing a handful of Debbie’s hair, roughly turned it until she was facing his throbbing erection. He then let loose the largest and most powerful orgasm of his life. Spurt after spurt of sticky white cum began to shoot out of his cock and cover every single inch of Debbie’s flushed face. When he had completely covered the whore’s face with cum, he began shooting streams of cum into her hair as well. After what seemed to him like hours of cumming, Rob finally shot the last load into Debbie’s hair before releasing his hold on her head and sitting back on the bed in exhaustion.



Grabbing the camera, Amy took multiple photos of Debbie’s cum covered face before climbing off the bed and walking behind Debbie to photograph her stretched and abused asshole. All in all, she felt she had a pretty good collection of photos for her and husband to remember this evening by. Bending down, she untied Debbie’s ankles from the posts of the footboard, and then instructed, “get up whore. I don’t want your filthiness dirtying my bed.”



With her arms still fastened to the back of her neck, Debbie found it extremely difficult to pull herself out from between the rails of the footboard. When she had finally managed to extricate herself and turned toward her tormentor, Amy reached up and grabbed Debbie’s nipple between thumb and forefinger and began leading her through the house towards the front door. When they stood before the front door, Amy released her hold on Debbie’s nipple, opened the door and instructed, “go home whore. Show your owners what a dirty little slut you’ve been.” With a shocked look on her face, Debbie realized that Amy wanted her to run home when she was completely naked. And not only was she naked and completely covered in cum, but her hands were still fastened behind her head causing her breasts to jut out obscenely. Seeing that Amy was not going to relent she reluctantly turned toward the open door and stepped across the threshold into the cool evening. Debbie knew it was late and was probably approaching dawn, but couldn’t be absolutely sure as she hadn’t thought to check a clock as she was being led around the house by her tender nipples.

Lloyd’s Angel: Doing Susan



January 1962



Dinner broke up with a round of “good-nights” and soon Susan and I were walking back across the campus. The two of us strolled quietly for a block, watching our breath steam in the chill night air, while a new round of snowflakes fluttered down past the streetlights.



“Whose idea was the ketchup?” Susan asked after we turned onto a less populated street. Her tone had hints of both resignation and humor, but apparently no anger.



“Alexandra’s. She thought something you weren’t expecting would be more useful.” I was honest enough to assign credit for a clever idea, and not chivalrous enough to take the fall for it if she was really upset. “Tell me about it while it’s fresh in your mind,” I suggested, genuinely curious.



“She’s going to come to a bad end,” Susan muttered, then shook her head. “I knew something was up as soon as I’d put it on my burger. I looked at the fries with that bottle in my hand, and I could feel my mouth water. But I knew I hated ketchup on fries!”



We passed another house before she resumed talking, giving me a chance to reflect on what she’d said. It seemed we had another piece of hard evidence that my ability was real, and that it was trickier to use than I’d thought.



“Finally, I just had to try one,” Susan admitted. “It was really weird.”



“Yeah, I saw your face. You didn’t like it after all?”



“Honestly, it’s confusing. It tasted exactly like I expected, but…” Susan shrugged. “It was like half my brain was saying, ‘you hate this,’ and the other half was saying, ‘this tastes great!’ I’m not sure what to think.”



“Wow,” I said, and blew out a large cloud of steam. “Would you eat them again?”



She thought on it awhile. “I think so,” Susan finally replied. “I think maybe I’d just need to get out of the habit of not liking it, if that makes any sense.”



“About as much as any of the rest of it,” I mused, pondering the ramifications. “Alexandra will be fascinated, I’m sure.”



I sensed more than saw Susan roll her eyes. “She has a low sense of humor, even if food was one of the things we agreed to test. Would you like to come up?”



Startled, I realized we’d reached the student apartment where she lived. “Won’t that be a problem? I thought you had a roommate.”



Susan laughed. “Yelena? Not on a Friday evening — I should introduce her to Danny, but I’m not ready to completely ruin her reputation! We’re not supposed to have boys in after hours, but the other girls sneak them in all the time.”



“Okay, if we won’t get in trouble.”



“No more trouble than you deserve! Just wait over there by the side door and I’ll be back in a minute.” She surprised me with a quick kiss and hurried in the front. I meandered over to the side of the building, following the path worn in the snow; I barely had time to look around before Susan had opened the door and dragged me inside. She led me up the back stairs to the second floor and down the hall, passing another girl who only smiled.



Susan let us into her room and I looked around for a moment while she rummaged in a dresser before producing a bobby sock. “Do not disturb,” she explained, pulling it over the doorknob before closing and locking the door. Some of the thoughts that had been running idly though my head over the past few minutes came into sharper focus.



We took off our coats, but instead of hanging them in the closet, Susan dropped hers on the floor and started unfastening her sweater. I presumed my coat ended up on the floor too, but I wasn’t paying attention to it. It turned out my earlier guess had been correct; there was nothing under the sweater except nubile female flesh.



“I do have nice boobs, don’t I?” Susan asked, presenting herself confidently for inspection.



“Oh yeah,” I agreed, urgently hard. Thoughts of Alexandra didn’t so much disappear as move aside as I admired the attractive and half-naked young woman before me. I needed physical relief, and I wanted to fuck her in the worst way.



“They’re bigger than Yelena’s,” Susan boasted, but I cut her off with an aggressive kiss. She opened her mouth almost immediately and our tongues probed against each other. I’m sure she felt my cock as clearly as I did her tits. We broke apart and almost in unison began shedding our clothes. Susan had a head start, but I didn’t have hose to deal with, so we finished in a dead heat.



I thought I read lust in her expression, but Susan turned away from me and started rummaging in one of the dressers, mumbling something under her breath. A little disappointed, I followed her delectable ass and wrapped my arms around her from behind, grinding my rigid tool against the small of her back. “Lloyd!” she squeaked, squirming in my embrace; she had a condom package in one hand.



I felt like a heel for not thinking of the risks, but my remorse quickly was buried beneath my rising anticipation and physical desire. My grip tightened and I lofted Susan onto the nearby bed, smiling at her surprised shriek. “Sssh!” I told her, and knelt on the bed to straddle her as she lay on her back.



Susan looked at my cock, jutting towards her face, and I wondered if she might squeeze it between her tits or even take it in her mouth. Instead, she tore open the packet and started rolling the condom down my penis; apparently she was as eager to reach home base as I was. I trailed my fingers up her flanks to her nipples, watching them stiffen beneath my touch.



As soon as the condom was in place, I crab walked backwards until I was between her legs. I wasn’t the world’s most experienced lover, but even I realized we hadn’t done much in the way of foreplay. I probed her bush gently with a finger, thinking I shouldn’t be too selfish, but Susan was already wet and pulling at my arms.



“Oh, just get inside me, hurry!” she moaned.



No man alive, and certainly not me, was going to pass up a request like that from a beautiful girl. I lined up and started easing myself into her molten pussy; about half-way in, Susan got her legs around mine and pulled me the rest of the way into her in a rush. At that point, my remaining self-control vanished and I started rutting into her like a jackhammer. It had been awhile since I’d been with a girl and Susan felt way better than my hand, even with the condom in the way.



She made the most erotic little moans and gasps, as if she were trying to remain quiet but just couldn’t hold them in. Her eyes were open, but must have been focused about 100 feet above the roof of the building.



I came embarrassingly quickly, like I was still eighteen or something, and collapsed momentarily atop Susan. Regretfully, I wriggled free before I deflated and lost the bulging condom inside her. My libido was still stuck in overdrive, even if my penis needed a break, and I didn’t think Susan had orgasmed yet. Settling myself beside her, I started fingering her dripping crevice. At the same time I was physically stimulating her, I tried to will her to orgasm.



It took a few minutes, but I could see something was working because her nipples were hard like rocks and her knuckles were white where they gripped the bedspread. Suddenly Susan gasped and arched her body completely off the bed while a scream tore itself from her throat. I’d never seen a girl so abandoned, and I didn’t think it was an act. My cock was hardening again at the sight of her.



Susan’s eyes focused on my face and she brushed a sweaty lock of hair off her forehead. “My gosh, Lloyd, I’ve never felt so wanton,” she whispered hoarsely. A slow smile spread across her face when a questing hand found my firm tool. “Come here, you.”



I thought she might want to fuck again, but she pulled on me, leading me by my cock until I was straddling her once more. Susan stripped off the condom and cast it aside, then pressed her breasts together around my now-rigid organ. “Do they feel as good as they look?” she asked me.



“Better,” I assured her. My slick flesh easily slid back and forth against hers. It wasn’t the same as fucking her, but without the condom in the way, the sensation was intense, and the view was even better. I’d heard about tit-fucking, but never done it before now. It was exciting to be doing it, and even more exciting to think I might have influenced Susan to do it.



It was ungracious, but I had a sudden flash of Alexandra squeezing her tits around my cock. The thought was enough to make me shudder and jet warm spunk onto Susan’s neck and chin. She jerked but couldn’t avoid either the initial blast or the follow-on emissions that dripped stickily onto her chest.



“Eeww, Lloyd,” she complained, evidently as unpracticed in these matters as I. “Come on, get off me!”



I backed off, but slowly, letting a few last drops spatter her belly. I felt like a dog marking his territory, and thought hard about Susan massaging my cum into her flushed skin.



Susan appeared to be oblivious to my thoughts. “Can you get me something?” she asked, sitting up. Some of my spend had already dripped onto the pillow, and now the rest was trailing slowly down her body — a truly erotic sight.



I looked about for a moment before catching sight of her panties lying on the floor with the rest of our clothing. “Here,” I said, stooping to retrieve them, “I think it’s your turn to ruin a pair.”



She gave me a dirty look before laughing and accepting them. “We don’t seem to do a very good job of planning, do we?” she asked, mopping up the worst of the mess. Susan looked doubtfully at the spots on the pillow.



“Lick it up!” I thought while managing to get out a simple verbal, “no.” My hopes rose as Susan used a finger to remove most of the excess, but she merely cleaned it on the panties and flipped the pillow so the spots were on the bottom.



She shrugged. “Oh, well. I’m pretty sure Yelena’s done worse to me.”



“What?” I asked, not getting it.



“This is Yelena’s bed,” Susan explained. “You don’t think I’m the kind of girl who keeps condoms in her dresser, do you?”



I took in her naked body, topped with tousled hair and gleaming here and there with the residue of my orgasm, and thought she looked exactly like that kind of girl. I felt an urge to do her again, but my penis didn’t look like it was up to the challenge. Yet.



Susan read the answer in my expression and flushed slightly before giggling. “Well, okay, but I’m not!” We both laughed, and started picking up our abandoned clothing.



It seemed a bit gauche to just leave, but we’d already had dinner. “Do you want to see a movie, or maybe get a cup of coffee?” I asked.



She cocked an eyebrow. “Isn’t that the wrong order? Besides, I think I need a little more cleaning up than you do.” Her skirt went into the closet in exchange for a robe, which Susan pulled on and belted. “Not that I don’t appreciate the offer, mind you.”



I finished tucking in my shirt and stuffed the tie in my pocket. “Well, another night, then.” I hesitated, and then walked over and kissed her again. It was pretty steamy, but without the raw edge of our earlier lust, and Susan pressed her hand over mine when I slid it inside her robe to cup a breast.



“I’d better fix that,” Susan told me when we parted, and ran a finger across my mouth; it came away lipstick red. “Better,” she pronounced, and walked me to the door.



Susan cracked the door and I slid out, trying for a little discretion, to find myself facing another girl. She was thin, although still feminine, and gave me a piercing look as I emerged from the room.



“So, Susan is not so aloof as she appears,” the girl drawled after finishing her examination. “I am pleased to meet you, I think.” Her amused smirk was hard to resist.



“I’m Lloyd,” I introduced myself, offering my hand.



“Yelena,” she responded, placing her hand lightly in mine instead of shaking it as I’d expected.



I yielded to impulse and raised her hand to my lips; it just seemed like a natural thing to do. “Charmed.”



“I can see,” she commented archly, looking at the red smudge I’d left by her knuckles. “I would wish you a good evening, but I see you’ve already had one.” Yelena stripped the sock from the doorknob and wiped away the lipstick. “Please feel free to visit again.”



“Yelena!” Susan moaned from behind me.



“I want to hear all about it,” Susan’s roommate said as she entered the room. I waved a silent, and unheeded, goodbye and retreated the way I’d entered without encountering anybody else.







The snow was falling again Saturday, and I wasn’t exactly a winter person. One of the benefits of boarding instead of living in a dorm or apartment was that I could get away with holing up on these kinds of days; Mrs. Wagner would even bring me coffee without prompting. I claimed my usual chair by the fireplace in the family room and worked through a stack of grading while Mr. Wagner studied the minutia of the sports section and Mrs. Wagner knitted — very homey.



After I’d finished grading, I turned to the more interesting question of assessing what I’d learned the previous day and what I might try next. There was a delicate balance to maintain between what I wanted and what would be safe, and what I could tell Alexandra and what I shouldn’t; I ended up just closing my eyes and waiting to see where my mind would drift.



I hadn’t quite fallen asleep, or so I thought, when I woke suddenly and found Mrs. Wagner standing beside my chair with a throw in her hands.



“Oh, I’m sorry, Lloyd! I didn’t mean to startle you; I just thought you looked a little cold.” She proceeded to settle the throw over my lap and legs.



“Don’t worry, Mrs. Wagner, I wasn’t really sleeping. Thanks!”



The whole interaction was almost routine, because Mrs. Wagner was eerily silent in her slippers and really had surprised me any number of times in the past. I’d grown accustomed to it, but it was disconcerting. Somehow it hadn’t worked that way today.



I lay back and closed my eyes again, but this time my mind was working much more quickly. What had alerted me this time? I worked on the problem fruitlessly for some time before calming again in the warmth of the fire and the crackle of the burning wood. I’d started watching the transient flashes of imagined stars inside my eyelids when I gradually became aware of a faint lightness somewhere ahead of me. It reminded me somewhat of coals buried beneath ashes after a fire had almost burned out, but without any sense of color.



Opening my eyes momentarily revealed the glow, if it really existed, seemed to coincide with Mr. Wagner. I closed my eyes again and cast about for Mrs. Wagner; I convinced myself that I found a matching glow where she was sitting, but it was too faint to discern with my eyes open. A little experimentation suggested the glows tracked with them, but I couldn’t make out anything more. The chief result of sitting there with my eyes closed was that I fell asleep again.







The ringing phone awakened me. For whatever reason, Mr. Wagner was in charge of answering it, and he was most of the way to the kitchen before I was aware enough to close my eyes and try to follow him. I didn’t have any luck, either due to the extra distance or my unsettled mental state.



“Lloyd, it’s for you,” he said after a minute.



I sat up in surprise. Sure, I was listed in the campus directory, but I couldn’t remember anybody calling me before this, and it wasn’t the right time for my parents to be calling.



“A Susan,” he added with a wink. It was ridiculous how excited both of them looked; Mrs. Wagner had let it be known that she thought I didn’t socialize enough, and now I’d never hear the end of it.



I got to the phone and tried to ignore my hosts, who were hovering far enough away to give me some space but doubtless close enough to hear every word I said. “Hi, Susan.”



“Oh, Lloyd, I hope you don’t mind me calling,” she apologized. “Did I interrupt anything?”



“Only a thought experiment,” I quipped. “I’m happy you called.”



“I was just wondering if we could get together and plan some more research.” She lowered her voice and continued, “I just couldn’t stop thinking about yesterday. You don’t think I’m being too forward, do you?”



“I’d like that,” I smiled. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Mrs. Wagner practically jumping up and down and whispering, “Ask her out!”



“This is research!” I hissed, holding a hand over the phone, before putting it back to my ear. “Would you mind coming over here? I board but I don’t think the owners will mind. The university doesn’t leave the thermostats turned up over the weekend, and it would be more comfortable than your place or the library.” It was unlikely to be a problem with the Wagners, and sure enough a quick glance showed Mr. Wagner giving me a thumbs-up.



“That would be fine; can you give me directions?”



“What if I pick you up, instead? It’s still miserable outside, and I’d be happy to take you home again afterwards.”



“Would you? That’d be swell!”



“About 6:30, then?”



“I’ll be waiting in the lobby.”



“I’m looking forward to it,” I assured her, and hung up.



Mr. Wagner chuckled. “She must be some girl to get you out in the snow.”



“Oh, shush,” said Mrs. Wagner, elbowing him. “Weren’t you telling me you wanted to see ‘Lawrence of Arabia’?”



They traded knowing looks. “Well, Lloyd, it looks like some girl is going to drag me out in the snow, too.” Mr. Wagner didn’t look too upset about it.



“I promise not to throw any wild parties,” I grinned, starting to think about what else I might do instead.



We ate lunch, and I called Susan back, just to let her know she didn’t have to worry about impressing the Wagners. I then proceeded to do un-Saturday-like activities such as making my bed, showering, and shaving. I also checked to be sure I had a few condoms discreetly tucked where I could reach them at need.







After picking at a dinner that could have been sawdust for all I remembered of it, all of us bundled up, brushed off the cars, and departed in different directions. The movie was long, and the Wagners told me they didn’t expect to be home until late. The roads weren’t as bad as I’d feared and I made it to Susan’s apartment early, but she emerged from the front door as soon as I got out of the car.



I handed her into the passenger’s seat, slammed the balky door hard to make sure it latched on the first try, and scampered around to climb back inside myself.



“Thanks for picking me up,” Susan told me, huddling in her heavy coat. “I wasn’t really looking forward to going anywhere in this.”



“Neither was I,” I laughed, “but this seemed like a good cause.” I concentrated on keeping the Ford in the middle of the street and we made only inconsequential conversation on the thankfully short drive back home. After pulling back into my space in the empty driveway, we dashed up to the house and inside to the warmth of the mud room, where we stamped the snow off our boots.



I offered to hang up her coat, and got the surprise of my life — beneath it, Susan was naked save for a scarf and her boots. “Jesus, Susan!” I blurted, fumbling with the garment.



She giggled, evidently pleased by the pole-axed expression that must have been visible on my face. “I have a present from Yelena, too,” she announced, and withdrew a handful of condoms from one of the pockets. “We only have to promise not to use them on her bed!”



“It’s a deal!” I got our coats mostly onto hangers and then, hands free, pulled her tight for a passionate kiss. “This way,” I urged her a minute later, tugging in the direction of my room. I had my shirt unbuttoned by the time we got there; I started on my trousers, but Susan pushed me onto my bed and finished the job herself.



“I want you,” she growled huskily, shredding one of the condom wrappers. “Do I make you hot?”



“Unbelievably,” I gasped, as if my rigid erection wasn’t answer enough. There were things I wanted to try, but I suspected I was too worked up at the moment, and the sight of Susan wearing only a scarf was a real turn-on. I made myself lie still while she rolled on the condom, then pulled her onto the bed beside me and we were in each other’s arms.

“I’m looking forward to this,” I admitted, but she just moaned as I pushed myself into her wet pussy. There was no resistance and in no time at all we were fucking like minks.



“Oh, fuck! Fuck me, Lloyd!” was about the most coherent thing Susan said, but she was vocal enough to make me glad we had the house to ourselves.



I forced myself to slow down so I wouldn’t pop right away. “Get on top, baby — I want to hold your tits,” I gasped.



Susan gave me a sly look, and we rolled so she was straddling me. She wriggled a bit and began bouncing up and down on my organ while I cupped her breasts in my hands. The bad news, if you could call it that, was that she was working herself more energetically than I had been. The good news was that I could lie passively and enjoy the ride.



With my eyes closed, I tried to ignore the extremely pleasurable sensations emanating from my groin and focused on the space above me. Almost immediately I found a glow, either brighter or closer, about where Susan’s head was; it bobbed slightly in rhythm with her body. I fixated on that spot and concentrated on my arousal, and how good my cock felt inside her, and the orgasm that wasn’t too far away.



Everything happened at once, so I never was sure what might be cause or just reaction. The glow rippled slightly, Susan’s pussy squeezed me like a vise, and both of us climaxed almost simultaneously. I gasped, releasing a breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding, and Susan wailed as if she were dying. A moment later she collapsed atop me and we held each other, breathing heavily.



“God, you are hot,” I complimented Susan, meaning every word, and kissed her. I wasn’t sure if she’d orgasmed because of what I’d tried or not, but the effect was equally delightful either way.



“Flatterer,” she replied. “I’ve never felt the way you make me feel, Lloyd.” A subtle movement of her body reminded us both I was still inside her.



It wasn’t every day a guy had a beautiful girl tell him he was the best lay she’d ever had. I was still pretty hard, and motivated to go again, so I pulled Susan close and rolled us back until I was on top of her again. Both of us were smiling in anticipation as I pulled back a bit and thrust into her.



Susan screamed and we both jumped.



“Are you okay?” I asked, concerned.



She chewed daintily on a lip and considered. “Oh, yes. I just — wasn’t expecting that.” She spread her legs a little wider. “Please don’t stop!”



I started pumping again. This time, I didn’t stop when Susan started wriggling and panting beneath me; as if we’d played the previous few minutes over again at high speed, she climaxed after only a minute, but continued begging me to fuck her harder. With that stimulus, I rapidly approached my own orgasm. Judging by the jerking and incoherent cries she made, Susan got off one or two more times before I emptied my load into the abused condom.



“Oh, Jesus Christ,” she sighed weakly when I pulled out before the condom could leak any of my semen into her.



Feeling a bit drained myself, I skimmed off the condom and discarded it before collapsing back on the bed beside her. “You are a firecracker.”



“I know. I mean, my gosh, I’ve never cum like that before.”



I’d been wondering that too, and she’d saved me the awkward question. “I’d like to cum like that again, but I’ll need a little rest, first,” I chuckled. There was a decent chance my meddling might have had something to do with it, but I couldn’t be sure and I didn’t have infinite stamina. I had a slight headache, but it was already fading.



Susan giggled. “I guess it’s a good thing I have extra condoms!” One hand possessively cradled my shriveled penis.



“I have to admit I have a few laid in, too,” I grinned in return. “Do you want to see how many of them we can go through?”



“Yes,” Susan answered, with a matching grin. “But maybe we can talk while you recover.” Her expression turned more serious.



I braced myself for the sort of touchy-feely dialog many girls seemed to feel went hand-in-hand with sex. “Sure. What did you have in mind? Something about the research project?” It was sort of a joke.



“In a way,” was the unexpected answer. Susan rolled on her side so she could look at me. “Help me, Lloyd. Help me be better.”



The strange request triggered so many random thoughts that they jumbled together and all that came out of my mouth was, “huh?” It wasn’t my finest moment. “What do you mean?” I clarified. “You seem plenty good to me!”



Susan brushed the side of my face with a hand. “Thanks, Lloyd. But I do have a problem, a big one, that I think you could help with — and not many people could.” She took a deep breath and released it, then added, “I’m too shy.”



It was a struggle not to laugh in her face, but Susan clearly was serious about it, and it would be rather ungentlemanly of me. “I hadn’t noticed,” I finally responded, making a point of running my gaze down her nude body.



“I’m serious!” she protested, punching me lightly. “It’s different with you — I’m uninhibited, more confident, more open. I don’t know why,” Susan reflected. “I just trust you, I guess.” I started to reply, but she shushed me and continued. “I’m not this way with anybody else. It took me months to open up with Alexandra, and we share the same office! Remember how long it took me to say anything to you besides ‘hello’ and ‘good-night’? Do you know Dr. Reynolds still calls me ‘Susie’ and I haven’t worked up the courage to tell him I hate that name?”



Susan rolled back to stare at the ceiling. “I shouldn’t even be in the graduate program. My parents were so proud I got my bachelor’s degree that I couldn’t tell them ‘no’ when they started talking about graduate school. I passed on a grant application for this year because I was embarrassed to ask for help on it, and then I was afraid to admit I missed the filing deadline. I can’t go on like this.”



“Lots of people have problems, Susan. I’m not exactly a ladies’ man myself, in spite of what you might think. I’m not sure I could help, even if there was something to do.”



“Don’t sell yourself short.” She pinned me with a direct look. “I don’t want to feel like I’m asphyxiating every time I’m in a room with strangers; I want to be my own woman. Whether it’s because we just happen to click, or because you’ve been meddling with me, I don’t care — just help me learn to do it with other people!”



“Don’t you think that’s a bit rash? I have no idea what — if anything — I’m doing, and I could make things worse without even realizing it.” I wondered if that wasn’t already the case. “Maybe we should wait until Alexandra’s experiments have gotten a little further along.”



Susan blew a tendril of hair away from her face. “That could take forever; I don’t want to wait.” She stroked a finger gently down my chest to my groin. “Please?”



It would have taken a more principled man than I to resist her plea; I sighed. “I’ll try. Just lie here quietly, okay?”



She wriggled a bit. “Can we get under the covers first? I’m getting a little chilly.”



“I have a better idea,” I said, standing up and offering her a hand. “C’mon.” I grabbed the throw that had gotten kicked off the foot of the bed at some point and started for the hall.



Susan hung back. “Lloyd! Where are you going?”



“The family room; we can sit in front of the fire. The Wagners won’t be home for hours.”



Thus reassured, she joined me and we ghosted naked through the house. The fire had died down, but it only took a minute to poke up the coals and add a few more logs. I’d thought we’d use the couch, but Susan had opted to steal a pillow and camp on the rug closer to the fireplace. Soon we were lying spooned together with the throw around us, watching new flames dart up from the seasoned wood.



“Better?” I inquired.



“Much,” she answered, arching slightly so her butt was planted even more firmly against me.



“Okay, just relax. I’m not going to do anything right away.” Susan nodded, and I closed my eyes. At this range, with her hair tickling my nose, what I thought of as the glow of her mind bloomed in my vision as soon as I started looking for it. I continued concentrating and subtle hints of details began to appear; it was reminiscent of sunspot pictures I’d seen. I had no idea how to manipulate it, but ample reason to believe it was possible. “Hmmm… How to start?”



Self-confidence was a slippery concept, especially since most of my presumed successes seemed to be associated with simpler emotional cues. Reducing Susan’s fear of conflict and failure seemed to be what was needed, but I’d never tried to remove rather than impose a feeling, either. The most workable approach seemed to be establishing a positive feedback cycle, but based on what?



“Tell me if you feel anything happening.” I tried to form an amalgamation of my impressions of Susan, the notion of strong, independent women, attraction, and desire, and then somehow attempt to project that in front of me. Nothing happened for a long time, but then Susan’s glow rippled gently. There was an itch inside my head, and then something twisted in a way I couldn’t describe; the penumbra of the mind in my vision flared, and I lost sight of it as I was seized by a splitting headache.



“Damn,” I cursed softly, seeing stars.



“What happened?” Susan asked, twisting to try and look at me.



“I’m honestly not sure, but I gave myself a heck of a headache.” I tried rubbing my forehead, to no discernable effect. “I think I need some aspirin.” I disentangled myself from Susan and the throw, and then stumped off to the bathroom. On the way back, I made a detour to the liquor cabinet and took a quick shot of Mr. Wagner’s brandy before carrying a pair of snifters back to the family room.



Susan had thrown off the covering and in the glow of the fire looked like every man’s wet dream — at least, every man who didn’t have Alexandra on the brain. I felt a stirring in my groin as I sat down beside her.



“Nightcap?” I asked, handing her one of the glasses.



She sipped it appreciatively; Mr. Wagner had far more experience and financial resources supporting his liquor supply than mere graduate students. Giving me a sly Mona Lisa smile, Susan tilted the glass and spilled some of the alcohol on herself, where it trickled between her breasts and down to her navel. “Ooops!”



I obligingly tossed back the remainder of my drink and leaned over to lick her smooth skin. I sucked the fragrant liquor from her belly and slowly worked my way upwards, kissing and teasing as I went. By the time I was done, her breathing was coming more quickly than when I started, and I was at half-mast. I transferred my attentions to her delectable tits, straining to see how much I could fit in my mouth. I teased first one and then the other nipple until both had hardened between my lips and teeth, and Susan was moaning softly.



“My turn,” she husked as she pushed me away. Susan poured out a little more of her brandy, this time directly on my erect penis, and then drained her glass. She tossed her hair back and it was my turn to moan as she bent and took the tip of my organ in her mouth.



My hips rotated of their own accord, trying to drive my cock deeper into Susan’s mouth. I’d gone perhaps an inch more when she shrieked — muffled by my flesh — and sat up to look at me. I was concerned I’d offended her or gone further than she’d intended, but that didn’t seem to be the problem.



“What did you do to me?” she asked, looking me in the face with wild eyes before dropping her gaze to my crotch. I had no answer, but apparently it wasn’t needed; she hunched over and engulfed me again, this time sucking me in so deep I heard her start to gag. Susan backed off, but only so she could go down on my full length again.



The feeling was incredible. I’d had a girl take me in her mouth before, but it had been nothing like this, and with nowhere near the same enthusiasm. I started bucking back, and we settled into a fast rhythm. I could barely believe this gorgeous girl was servicing me this way; I tangled my fingers in her hair, but I could hardly drive her faster or harder than she was going on her own.



When her rhythm broke down and I realized Susan was climaxing, I couldn’t help blowing my load down her throat. She sat up, coughing, and we both tried to catch our breath.



“Oh, my,” Susan choked. She coughed once more, and then fastidiously wiped an errant drop of semen from her lip and examined me. “I never knew — is it like that for everybody?”



“I don’t think so,” I admitted sheepishly. “You seemed to enjoy it a lot.”



“It was almost as good as getting fucked,” she told me with a gleam in her eye. “The feel of you going into me, it was — well, orgasmic. I want more.”



We both looked down at my deflating penis. I’d already cum three times that evening, which was normally about my limit.



“Please fuck me again, Lloyd.”



I proceeded to make perhaps the stupidest decision of my life, before or after. Whether it was the lure of a beautiful vixen, hormones, the liquor, my own hubris, or more likely a combination of all of them, I closed my eyes and focused inward.



Forgetting that I’d admitted to myself that I had nearly no control or understanding of my ability, and glossing over any distinction between mental desire and physical aptitude, I sank into the glow of my own mind. I thought about my hard organ, the way it felt sinking into Susan, desire for her and Alexandra, and every girl that had ever prompted an erection, and tried to find that peculiar twist that could propel those thoughts.



The next thing I remember was lying flat on the floor with Susan leaning over me asking, “Lloyd! Are you all right?”



I looked down the length of her fire-lit body from her hanging jugs to the hidden juncture of her thighs, above my jutting tool. “Oh yeah,” I said, ignoring the return of my headache, and grabbed for her.



“Oh no you don’t!” she giggled, eluding me. “I left my condoms upstairs!”



We raced back to my room, laughing, and if Susan let herself be caught just short of the bed, I recovered enough to wait for her to cover my throbbing meat with a condom before throwing her backwards onto the bed and covering her. There was no finesse, but she was so wet that none was needed; I sank into her like a hot knife in butter.



We rutted like animals. Susan moaned and shrieked her way through another wracking orgasm, but like a machine my cock remained stubbornly rigid; there just wasn’t enough sensation through the condom. I wanted to be inside her, flesh to flesh. All the same, the point of the condoms hadn’t completely escaped me.



Abruptly, I pulled out of Susan and stripped off the condom.



“What are you doing?” Susan panted.



“Something different,” I told her. “I need more sensation.” I grabbed the tube of Brylcreem from my nightstand and squeezed a generous amount into my hand, then began coating my cock with it.



“I don’t want to get pregnant,” Susan protested half-heartedly. I probably could have just fucked her and she would have let me, but my mind was on a different path by that point.



“You can’t get knocked up this way,” I assured her, kneeling on the bed. “Have you ever had anything up your ass before?” I rolled her. She started kicking and screaming, but I had the advantages of surprise, size, and position. My cock was harder than a tire iron as I pressed it between her cheeks and began forcing myself into her tight anus.



It was the sensation I was looking for. I pressed harder, burying myself deeper inside her. Susan was lying quietly now, crying, but I didn’t need her active participation. I pulled nearly all the way free and then reversed my stroke.



“You bastard,” she sobbed, but her butt rose to meet me as I skewered her again. I smiled and picked up the pace. A few minutes later I’d hauled her to her hands and knees, making it easier to fondle her tits, and we were both pounding away with abandon. I finally climaxed, but not before Susan had shuddered and nearly collapsed beneath me from the force of her own orgasm.



“Don’t ever force me again,” Susan told me flatly after I pulled out and she could roll onto her side to look at me.



I ducked my head guiltily. “I’m sorry, honestly. I think I screwed us both up a little bit.” She was looking at my cock, which was still hard, and seemed to force herself to look up.



“I can’t pretend I didn’t like it, by the end. Just remember I’m not your toy.” She took a deep breath and blew it out. “Can you fix things?”



“I’m not sure,” I shrugged. “You want to get cleaned up first? This is sort of…” My voice trailed off.



Susan gave me a small smile. “I’d like that. I feel unclean.”



I led her to the bathroom and dug an extra set of towels out of the linen cupboard. “Do you want to go first?”



She considered. “How’s the hot water supply?”



“You won’t have a problem,” I answered. The least I could do was avoid mentioning that the second shower might be problematic if I wasn’t quick. My self-induced lust, or whatever it was, was fading and I felt increasingly bad about raping Susan — there really was no other way to describe what had happened.



“Come in with me,” she decided, “you’re already naked.” I hesitated, and she reached out and hauled me to the tub. “Don’t be an idiot. I forgive you.”



What followed was a lot of soaping and fondling, followed by a stand-up ass-fuck when Susan lowered herself gingerly onto my revived tool. We both orgasmed again, Susan more colorfully than I, and we just had time to clean ourselves before the fading water temperature chased us back to my bed.



We snuggled together under the blankets and quilt, this time face-to-face. “I just wanted us to both enjoy sex,” I explained to Susan. “I’m not sure if I can reverse it or not.”



She gently kissed me. “I trust you, Lloyd. Still. Just do your best — if nothing happens, well, I guess it wouldn’t be the end of the world.”



I closed my eyes and focused on the glow of her mind. I watched it swirl and pulse, resistant to my cautious attempts, but kept trying. At some point, I fell asleep.







Alexandra swayed before me, her hair swirling gracefully in a breeze I couldn’t feel, her body barely concealed beneath a filmy negligee. I moved towards her, naked and rampantly erect, and her ruby red lips formed an “O” of awe as she admired my manhood.



Neither of us shifted position, but somehow she was lying on a bed or large couch and I hovered over her. I drifted closer, the tip of my organ pushing white fabric before it into her sex. She pulled at her nightgown, the sodden material forcing me out, but I pressed it back in again. We embraced, locking our bodies together, and she breathed, “Lloyd,” in my ear as our hips thrust against each other.



I woke as my balls clenched and I jetted into Susan. She had her face buried in a pillow, which served to muffle her shrieks of ecstasy so only I could hear them.



“Good morning,” she greeted me with a wide smile after dropping the pillow.



“Good morning,” I replied, followed a moment later by, “oh, God,” as my mind stumbled into action. I didn’t know what to be panicked about first. It was light out, the Wagners surely must be awake, the bedsprings weren’t muffled, I’d just cum inside Susan, and I hadn’t succeeded in changing us back.



“No, just Susan,” she quipped, disengaging herself from my cock. She relieved one of my anxieties by removing a condom from my erection and discarding it out the side of the bed.



“I wasn’t able to do anything last night,” I confessed.



Susan’s hand tightened about me. “I gathered as much; we’ll both live.” She flashed a grin and disappeared beneath the covers; a moment later I felt her mouth sucking on my heated flesh.



The mental picture of her servicing me this way reignited my carnal desires. My dick felt a bit raw, but jabbing it into Susan until her nose nestled near my balls felt even better. I felt for her body and started fingering her sopping pussy, not that she really needed it, and suddenly it seemed we were in a quiet race to see who could make the other climax first.

Dear Wife,



Hi sweetie…Not sure where to begin but I am struggling a little bit here. I am really lonely and I know you are too. It is so hard being apart just now and I am not sure how to bridge the gap. I have also been ridiculously horny the past few days – not sure why but I sure am. I’m kinda all over the place with fantasies in my head. Furious masturbation seems to help a little but only a little… In an inappropriate way I think I feel compelled to share my thoughts and fantasies with you. In part to shock you (which turns me on a bit) and in part as some sort of forced openness that seems to turn me even more.



This morning my fantasy was pretty vivid, and frankly wild even for me. I’d jacked hard late last night and so it my cock was still tender and sensitive but after a few tentative moments this fantasy i was pumping fast and furious with a tight grip – the friction heating up and really hurt but as you will see that played right into my head space – a lovely mix of friction pain and erotic pleasure. I did come although it took some time to squeeze out an orgasm and I was sweaty and panting by the end. Licking a finger on the left hand I was finger fucking my ass with my left hand and masturbating with the right, all the time envisioning you watching me as if I was performing all this for you. Ultimately I sprayed cum all over my chest and I did run my finger through my come and fed myself a little in the aftermath, as is my practice of late. Hell of a session. The following was the inspiration and this might shock you a little bit… you have been warned.



Another couple joins us, we found them on Craigslist or something, and you and the other woman are getting us guys hard, taking turns sucking each of us off. It turns me on to no end to envision you slurping on some other guys cock. Twisting your head to watch his wife doing the same to me with a twinge of jealousy and worry in your eye. I know you are thinking that you wouldn’t be into it, and the idea of you tentatively going along and then slowly getting into it, getting hot and wet yourself and watching your inhibitions slip away turns me on significantly.



Knowing that it is a fantasy of mine to suck another man’s cock you beckon me over to his cock. Not really knowing where this would all lead. Together we kiss and lick his hard cock. Then you are feeding me his cock, whispering cock sucking tips into my ear. The other woman returns to the hotel room bed with a strap-on and the hard head of a small plastic dildo slippery with lube is pressed against my anus. Initially she taps and bounces it gently against my anus. Then in a half inch slides in and then out. In again and out, now an inch in, then two. My ass relaxes and with a pop of pain the head of the dildo forces past my sphincter and the 6 inch dildo borrows into my ass.



Then I envisioned myself on my hands and knees with you whispering in my ear as the other woman pushes me forward via my ass onto her husband’s hard cock – inching his cock further down my throat. Then he jabs forward until I am pressed back against the dildo. You begin to synchronize them, such that they both thrusting at the same time. Then you are egging them on, “that’s right fuck’m and then nearly out and now in…” until I am taking all of both the real and false cock. As their passion increases, my back arches to soften the compression of these two athletic folks as they both thrust towards one another, me in the middle the receptacle for their passion. Nearly a conduit for their kink they begin to fuck each other through me. Leaning forward they kiss roughly as the intensity of the strokes increases. He envisions his 7″ cock sinking into her, but it is my throat he is fucking and she is dominating him through my ass with a 6″ dildo.



She comes and reminds you that you’d be up for one too. Pulling my head over from the cock and into your lap you guide my face into your cunt. You lie down on the bed and I begin to eat you out as the other lines up behind to take turns fucking my ass. Giggling as they coach each other on angles and rhythms for fucking someone in the ass.”I really like it when you firmly push your cock towards my belly button” she says, “I just love the tight grip on my cock,” he grunts.



“OK now you should really fuck him, go ahead and satisfy yourself with this guy’s ass.” She says to her husband. Then he goes to work on my ass, asking me if I want it all…” Yes, come on, sink it all the way in…” I rasp out. You notice that I begin to push my hips back to meet his thrusts. You are both scared and enthralled at the thought of your husband being such a slut for his first ass fucking. You knew I loved the strap on occasionally and I’d admitted to you that I liked to fuck a dildo when you were gone, but you never envisioned me as some stereotypical gay boys pleading for a fucking.



“Do you like his cock in your ass my dear?” you ask. “Uh huh I do. Yes… I…. Do….” I pant, “I want more.. I want it harder…” hearing this, he leans forward and grabbing my hair, yanks my head back and asks me if I really do want it harder. “How hard?, tell me” he asks.



“Yes, yes I do” I begin to plead, and then I go on to direct him to hammer my ass with his cock, fuck me in and out until he is sweating with exertion, beg him to slide out until the tip is barely in my ass and then slide forward until his balls slap against the ass checks I am holding open for him to increase his total penetration – slowly at first he complies and then swept up in his own needs and desires he works his cock from tip to base using my ass for his pleasure. His care for others devolves and he seeks his own pleasure by pounding as hard as he can in and out of my ass, driving my hips down to the bed surface. the lube frustrates his need for friction and he compensates with hard hammer like strokes.



Now wrapped up in the moment and enthralled with my own depravity I taunt him further, “is it really all in… can you sink you cock in a little deeper… harder, really fuck me now… come on show me you can actually fuck hard… “



The moment dissolves into you and the other woman watching rough and sweaty man sex while fingering each other to mutual orgasms. Another guy, a stranger just a little while ago, is vigorously thrusting his cock into your husband. You aren’t surprise I am enjoying myself but you are surprised that my enjoyment is so clearly ties to his vigor in fucking me. As you witness an act bordering on anal rape your husband’s joy seems to increase. The man groans as he approaches orgasm and I slip forward, spin around, roll onto my back, and dangle my head over the end of the bed. You tingle with shock as you here me gasp out between pants “ass to mouth.. fuck my face until you come.”



You watch as my arms reach up to grip his ass checks and pull him inward on each thrust. The vigor of the fucking only moments ago of your husband’s ass is now replicated into his mouth and down my throat. You watch my throat swell with the plunging of his long cock, knowing that I’ve always wanted to do just this to your face, mouth , and throat. he is nominally gentle to start but then he smirks at my slutiness, “fuck it” he says. I am clearly his cock whore now, and as the veins in his arms and legs bulge with the flexing of all his muscles as he roughly, almost brutally, fucks my face and throat. My gagging and choking is muffled by the occlusion of my mouth and airway with his cock and this obviously turns him on even more. The aphrodisiac of his power over me sweeps through him and he begins to quake and jerk and a large quantity of semen ejects form his cock into my mouth, down my throat, bubbling out between my lips and his cock.



Everyone has come but me and while the three of you sit lazily in chairs I kneel in the middle of the room, lean back, and jack off for the three of you. Our new friends toss the dildo to me and I jab it in and out of my ass as I roughly grasp my own cock and slide my fist up and down.



You all taunt me to fuck myself deeper and harder with the dildo which only encourages me more. Another larger dildo comes out of the toy bag and without hesitation I lube it up and as you all cheer me on to “take it all, one thrust, come on” – I plunge the 10″ black dildo into my ass. Bug eyed and screaming I force it into my ass awash in pain and pleasure and finally begin spurting come and collapse exhausted. THE END – and I came liek crazy dreaming about all this.



So now you know. I still don’t think I am “Gay” with a capital G and all, but I am pretty sure I am very bisexual inclined. I can’t imagine not having tender sex with you and really loving anyone else, but I also can’t hold back anymore. Now I see handsome guys on the the street and I wonder what it’d be like to kneel before them and suck them off until they cum in my mouth. I want to at least try being a cock slut and getting ass fucked by anther man intent of pleasuring himself via my tight ass. The idea of a group of gay muscle men riding a train on my ass is pretty appealing, might just be a fantasy but maybe… all to say I guess this means I am bisexual. I hope we can figure this all out.



I love you – your out to you anyway bisexual husband



P.S. – Can I place a Craiglsit ad? In casual encounters, MW4MW Bi-Curious Hubby needs to see wife harden up another man who then gets a deep throat by me and then can fuck me in my ass.

01: SATURDAY



She stirs, stretches and wakes. I watch her closely. Her eyes open to find mine staring straight into hers. She smiles and we kiss. Are you ready? Yes. Yes what? I am ready. What are you ready for? I am ready to prove my dedication and commitment to our relationship. Will you do everything I say without question or hesitation? Yes, I will do whatever you say: try me, test me; you’ll see that I mean what I say. Then let’s start the day with some coffee. You’ll find the makings in the kitchen. While the coffee perks, open all of the curtains so the sun can shine in.



She slides out of bed and reaches for a robe. You only need to wear your panties. She smiles. I love the way her ass twitches as she walks and turns the corner. The dark skin, smooth and curved, outlines the white of her panties. I am hard again, thinking of everything this day would hold for me. My hands itch to take my cock but I hold them over my head. My back arches and I squirm but I do not lower my hands. Linda returns with two mugs of coffee and I sit up. She stands next to the bed and I run my hand all over her. With the flat of my palm, I gently rub across her ass, feeling the curves and mounds held beneath the gentle stretch of her panties. My hand drops down runs along the inside of her thigh and then up to her pussy, which was already soft. She rubs her clit against my palm.



While my hands roam her body we sip coffee and talk of the upcoming day. I want to try the new museum. Then we can go out for lunch. That’s a good start for the day anyway. After that, we can just sort of play it by ear. But for now, I want another cup of coffee. She gathers up the cups and heads off to the kitchen. I can tell by her walk that she is really getting into the mood. She returns with two cups, but I tell her she has to blow me while I have second cup. I pull down the cover and my hard cock bounces into sight. She bends down and takes me into her mouth. Remember, I want to come in your mouth and I want you to swallow all of my cum.



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I have to take my hands away and grip my thighs. My panties have slid down to my ankles and I kick them off. My cock twitches and jumps as the orgasm retreats back down my cock. I tickle my balls and a brief spurt of precum slips out. That was my first run up to the edge an orgasm. But I need to take a break. I dress again and my cock subsides, softens, and shrinks. This time, I put the cage back on. Dressed only in those tight panties, I go to the kitchen and wash the dishes. By the time, the last dish is dried, my mind has left that house, that weekend. Now it is time to return. Leaving the cage on, I go back to my easy chair, lean back and pull my legs up. I press the soles of my feet together and my legs are spread wide. I run my hands over my thighs and compressed cock. Then I return to Linda.



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I explode into her soft but electric mouth. Her tongue presses up against the underside of my cock. She holds my balls with one hand. With three intense spasms, I empty my balls and she takes it all. She slips me out of her mouth, looks up at my eyes and swallows. Then she starts to lick me, running her tongue over my cock as my orgasm slowly calms down. I’d forgotten that I have a coffee cup in my hand. I gulp down what’s left and say let’s go take a shower.



We go together and embrace under the streams of hot water. The sound of the water and the second cup of coffee have made me want to piss. I turn off the water and tell her to kneel. Hold up your breasts. I’m going to piss on them. She turns her head and I let loose a stream of yellow piss. It splashes against her breasts and then runs down her body to finally drip off her pussy hair. I aim the stream for her nipples, which harden.



When I’m finished, I turn the water back on and Linda gets to her feet. I turn her around and reach under her arms. After rubbing soap into a lather in my hands, I begin to wash her. Her black hair is plastered to her head and the white soap foam stands out against her darker skin. I kiss her neck as I slip my hands all over her front. Her pussy gets a particularly long scrubbing. Then she squirms around in my arms so I can scrub her back. She presses into me and slips easily against my skin, snuggling her breasts against me. Her shoulders and back are first and then my hands drop to her ass. With open palms, I scrub her ass. Then I run my finger down the crack between her cheeks. She squirms as my fingers brush across her asshole.



Then I tell her it is time for her to wash me. You are to use your hands to wash my arms and legs. However, I want you to use only your breasts to wash me down to my waist. Then I want you to use only your face. She kneels and reaches between my knees with soapy hands. My cock dangles right in front of her face. Despite my recent orgasm, I felt a stirring again. She encircles my leg with her hands and runs her palms up and down as thought stroking a giant hard cock. She pauses to add more soap to her hands and scrubs the other leg. When she stands to wash my arms, she traces her fingers over my soft cock once, but that is enough to make me shiver. She then rubbed soap against her breasts until a lather of sorts dripped off them. And she swung them against me, sometimes pushing hard so I could feel her hardening nipples and sometimes softly, sliding just her nipples back and forth. She slips behind me and starts in on my back, holding on with her hands and slithering against me in the slippery soapiness. Then she finally sinks back down to her knees and rubs her cheeks against my cheeks. Then her forehead against my lower spine and she raises her face so the tip of her nose runs over my asshole. She snuggles her whole face into the slippery mass between my legs and ass cheeks. I turn and she rubs her face against my ever-increasing cock. Sliding against her cheeks and eyes, my cock reaches full extension. She stands and we rinse off together.



I tell her to leave the shower and lay out our clothes for the day. She is not to put them on but wait for me. I tell her to dress all in white, and I will wear jeans and a tea shirt. I watch through the steamy glass while she dries herself and leaves the room. When I am dry and with the towel wrapped around my waist, I go to the bedroom. She has her white stockings, panties and bra, along with the sheers white dress, laid out on the bed next to my jeans and shirt.



I make her dress me first. She kneels to put my feet into my jeans, but I move very slowly. I love dangling right in front of her face. Eventually, she pulls up my jeans and sets them around my waist. Then she stands to tuck my cock into the pants. When she has finished and I am fully dressed, I step back to watch her. I tell her to start with the stockings. She lifts her foot up onto the bed and slips the toe of the stocking over her foot. By lifting her leg, she gives me an excellent view of her pussy: from the side, outlined against the skin of her other thigh, its gentle slope fully exposed. Soon, she gives a little knee bend to settle the legs of her panties, snug against her mons. During all of this, her breasts have hung free, shifting and bouncing freely. Now, she lifts her bra and settles her breasts in the cups. She drops the dress over her head but it is so thin that it covers little of her. Technically, she is dressed, but realistically, she’s dressed only in her underwear. I make her walk across the room and she is very sexy. I tell her to press her thighs together as she walks. It makes her ass twitch in the most beguiling manner.



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By now, my cock is painful against the stiff and strong elastic panties. It can barely get hard, pressing out against the cage. My hands rub over it with abandon, but it’s all futile. I grip the front of the cage and lower the waist strip. My cock tumbles out and springs to full erection. I remove the cage and take my cock in hand. Sensations shoot out from the tip of it and slither their way down to my balls. The little flap of nerves and skin under the tip seep electricity that accumulates at the base of my cock. Precum almost jumps from tip. There is no way I’m going to last through the weekend with Linda, unless I try one of my tricks. Oral gel. Maximum strength. This is a 20% Benzedrine solution is a gentle cream that effectively numbs any skin it comes into contact with. I carefully smear it on my tip and that special flap of skin only. This way, I can continue to play with myself, continue in the clearest of dreams, without moving any closer to ruining it all with an orgasm.



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Let’s go to the museum. It’s a small but high quality museum with about twelve rooms for expressionists and Americana. There is even a sketch by Rembrandt. Naturally, there is also a small café and a gift shop. We park in the crowded lot and begin out walk. I slow things down at this point so I can savor each bump and wiggle of her walk across the lot. Some people notice her but they do not stop since they are already on their way out. The guard at the door however, stares greedily and openly. Linda and I walk straight at him and so I know he can see all of her. I know she knows it to. We stop to ask him how much the entry fee is. Linda blushes but waits quietly. I pay at the door and we go in.



The front lobby is dominated by a large picture of some naked women trying to push a satyr into a lake. We stand in front of it to give everyone in the room a long view of her back side. I ask and she tells me that she can feel the eyes upon her: some caressing each cheek, others trying to pry her legs apart. She tells me she likes it; she’s getting wet and wide feeling their eyes on her. Her nipples visibly poke out from her bra. Slowly we mount the stairs and a museum guard follows us. Two more joined him as we moved through the museum.



We meander down to the coffee shop and I select a table outside on the patio. The sun erases what little covering her dress gave her. The group of museum guards sat behind me so they could see Linda’s breasts. She tells me that they are staring at her and I ask her if she likes it. Yes, very. Sit up straighter. She does. After we finish lunch, we leave, and they leave with us. This time, they get in front of us by the door and watch from the front as Linda walks towards them. They do not try to hide their leering. We walk slowly through the parking lot to our car. The boys stay with us, trailing slightly behind. As we pull out of the parking lot, Linda lowers her window and blows them a kiss.



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I am now furiously pulling at a cock that shrinks in my hand. The benzocaine has done its work and my cock is completely numb. I cover it again with lotion and continue stroking and dreaming, waiting for feeling to return. I wrap my fist around it and twist my hand back and forth. There is only a little feeling if I grab hard enough. Soon, I am rubbing my palm over a soft and lotion covered cock. Now I will have lots of time to dream. I put my hands over my head and return to Linda.



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I pull into a pharmacy parking lot on the way back to our place. You will need to go in and buy three things we’ll need tonight: some KY jelly, two condoms and a package of enemas. I tell her she will have to ask for the enemas at the pharmacy counter. I wait in the car while she goes in. I watch her ass as she disappears through the doors. Her panties switch and shift. She emerges a few minutes later, walking rapidly and carrying a small paper bag. Did you get them? She nods yes. Tell me about it.



Everyone in the store knew immediately that something was up when I entered. The workers all stared. One boy’s mouth was hanging open. I went straight up to one of them and asked where the condoms and KY Jelly were on display. He could barely speak, but he got out “Isle Seven.” I got the condoms and jelly, and then headed for the pharmacy counter at the back. It was slightly raised and the pharmacist as staring at me and I met his eyes. I stared at him staring at me as I walked up to the counter. When I asked for enemas, I thought he was going to bust. I could feel the intensity of their eyes on me as I walked out of the store. Just for fun, I paused to look at some nail polish. Did you like it? I was so hot that I’m surprised I didn’t have an orgasm just walking. I really wanted to lift my skirt but I didn’t want to get in trouble.



I tell her to pull her skirt up to her waist. I touch her pussy; its warmth and wet had soaked through the material. We are a hazard on the road because I keep looking at her panties and how they tuck in between her legs. Still we made it. As we come up to the front door, I tell her to kiss me, passionately and hard. She presses up against me; I lower my hand to grab her ass; a car goes by. Then we enter.



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I test my cock again and there is still no feeling. Lifeless, as though belonging to someone else.



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I tell her to make us some drinks. I’d like a red wine mixed with effervescent water. She mixes herself a straight scotch and a glass of water. I place a stool in front of the couch, across from the windows. Then, I just drank in the sensuous shape and movement of watching her from behind. She tosses off the scotch and brings me my wine.



She sits on the stool and I sit across from her on the couch. I tell her to tell me a dirty story, some fantasy. She says I am standing with my lover at a busy street corner. There is enough foot traffic that a sizeable crowd develops before the light changes to walk. He tells me to cross the street and wait until the light changes. Once I cannot cross the street until the next light change, he has told me to remove my dress. I am wearing a simple sundress over sexy lingerie and high heels. So, I stand among strangers, on a street corner and pull my dress up and over my head. It takes people a few minutes to realize that I am standing there in matching bra, panties and stockings. Most of the people on the other side are staring at me to as the light changes. I walk straight towards the other side in front of a line of stopped cars. There must be over 20 people walking towards me as my breasts quiver with each step. I get to the other side and he holds out his hand to take the dress from me. And now, the bra. I can’t believe what I just heard but a part of me, a strong part, wants to be so sexy as to excite an entire crowd. With passer-bys staring at me, I unhook my bra, shrug it off, and hand it to him. He tells me to go do the same routine but this time remove my panties since I don’t have a dress. I have to wait a moment before the light changes, but then I walk across, in only my panties, in front of an entire intersection of people, among a crowd crossing the street. And this is when I start to enjoy it. As I watch others watching me, drawing the attention of so many people, and I get instantly wet and wide. I step out of my panties. The only way to do this is not to cringe. So, I stand up straight, hiding nothing, as I wait for the lights to turn. And then I walk as though I were fully dressed, breasts swaying and bouncing. I fear I might have an orgasm in the middle of this intersection. I am almost crazed with lust and embarrassment by the time I get back to him. He gives me back my clothes and I dress again, right there on the street corner, under many staring eyes.



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The lotion that I put on my cock has dried and thickened into a sticky mess. So, I shower. The water runs down my body, making my blood readjust itself and my cock slowly falls. It is still dead numb as I wash it clean of lotion. By the time I step out of the shower, it has gone completely quiet and limp. I can feel a tightness in my balls but there is only one way to let it out. I dress again in a tee shirt but this time the panties are looser. They are still made of cotton and so make an orgasm impossible. Even so, my cock is not pushed against my abdomen and it can move more freely. I go back to my chair and run my fingertips across my cock and balls. There is a little stirring, so still touching myself, I return to the dream.



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That is quite a story and she blushes. Is it a true story? No, it is the dream I use to masturbate. The afternoon is gone and the sun sinks out of the sky. Shadows begin to build in the corners. I want to show you of some more and I turn on a lamp right next to her. Sitting on the stool next to the lamp, she is the most illuminated thing in the room, making her easily visible from the road outside. I put some slow music on the stereo. Please dance for me. She slides off the stool and starts to sway. She has both her hands joined behind her head and under her hair. She slowly sways her hips and slides her hands down her neck. She begins to touch herself all over. She drapes her fingers along the sides of her breasts, than down to spread across her belly. Then down again, along her hips. Then back up. As she dances, I can see that she is getting excited. Her nipples have hardened and poke out the front of her shirt. While she dances, my eyes roam all of her body. The sheer dress makes it seem as though she is dancing half naked.



The doorbell rings. She looks around startled. I ordered Chinese for dinner when we first got back. That’s the delivery guy. Go get our supper. There is money on the table. Her hair is tousled from dancing and she is obviously aroused. Stand up tall and let him look all he wants to. I follow to watch. The delivery man’s eyes pop out when she answers the door. His mouth doesn’t fall open; it sort of slowly slips opens. Linda smiles at him and spins. She then hands him the money and tells him to keep the tip. The door shuts in his face. We smile into each other’s eyes.



We eat by candlelight. The shadows are so soft on your face. Umber blushes beneath your eyes. I love the line of your jaw and how it slides down onto your shoulder. Turn your face to the candle. Your eyes glint in the light. And the line from your jaw now flows into, not your shoulder but your breasts. Full and firm in the light. Please stand. There, the entire flow of your body runs up from your foot and leg, encased in white stockings. The straight line made by the lacy ends of the hose contrasts with the curves around it. The white curve of your panties enhances the general shape of your loins by slightly opposing them. Where your flesh curves out, the stretchy white material curls in. The shadows that hide your belly begin beneath your breasts. The shadows accumulate there into mystery, which angles downward. That obscurity and mystery calls to me. I stand behind you and lean gently into you. I put my hand under your arm and flat upon your belly. I smell the nape of your hair as I glide my hand from beneath your breasts to the top of your mons. Your hips press back against me.



Come, stand in the light. I lead her into the middle of the room, just in front of the windows. She is standing so she can see us reflected in the window. I am behind her with both of my hands crossed on her belly. I slide them slowly down to pinch the hem of her dress in my fingers. Then I slowly raise them, pulling the dress up past her knees, her panties, and finally over her head. I keep rubbing her with my hands, now even more revealed without the gauzy obscurity of her dress. She can feel my hands unhook her bra and she can see the cups separate from her flesh. I lower the straps down her arms and the bra fall to the floor. Standing there, only in her panties, my hands running all over her body. Any one going down the street has a clear view of her. She arches her back and twists her head to kiss me. I turn her and we enter into a fierce embrace. I can smell her sex. You know what happens next. No, I don’t. Now I want to enter you. I want to enter you everywhere. I want you completely. I get the enemas from the bag. Prepare yourself for one of these but don’t administer it. You’ll find a large syrnge. Kneel on the bed, ass in the air and insert this. But, don’t push the plunger. I’ll be up soon. I watch her ass twitch across the room under her white lace panties as she enters the bed room.

Jess’s flesh tingled. The breeze caught the back of her knees as a reminder of how much bare flesh she was choosing to expose today. She flexed her warm toes in her suede boots, enjoying the feel of Kane’s bold, hot cock inching it’s way further towards the warmth between her legs. Around them, at the public event, people were watching the beautiful sailing boats competing on the water.



In the half an hour or so since the first spectators had arrived. a small crowd was now gathered. Jess and Kane had chosen a vantage point close to the sandstone ridge and protected from the water by railing. It was the cold, painted metal of the handrail that Jess gripped now. She tried not to wriggle, shuffle or cry out in anticipation. Jess feigned avid interest in the water sport, leaning forward as the wind picked up and the tension increased. It would be a few hours yet before it would be clear who the winner might be.



Behind her, Kane pushed into her. His cock head stretching her soft, wet walls until he was sliding home gently and deeply. Jess shuddered. He stopped, buried balls deep with his thickness inside her. Jess held her breath, deliciously, provocatively impaled. Their love play was apparently unnoticed.



Thankfully, Kane’s grey greatcoat hid their activities and they were aided by Jess’s choice of a tight, short skirt with her windbreaker. Her pussy was now reaping the benefits of a surge of morning creativity. In anticipation of her date, Jess had shaved and at the last minute, taken off her knickers. It was windy, though not blowing a gale and the sensation of nature on her intimate flesh made her frisky, flushed and keen for cock. After some coy rubbing and kissing, at the start of the day, Jess had whispered her request and it was the one he was carrying out now.



Kane was different to Jess’s normal taste in fuck-puppets but so far, their new acquaintance was progressing. Certainly today, his smart, casual, upper-middle-class attire was serving them well. Kane moved between her legs, he held her hips firmly and rocked on his heels. The action was slight but it filled Jess’s imagination with carnal longing. She wanted more. Kane lent in, kissing the back of her ear. She bit her lip.



“Shall we go somewhere else?”



Impaled on his pleasure-pole, publicly, Jess was in a world of exquisite sensation. She struggled to respond.



“I want you to fuck me.” Came her soft reply.



Kane’s brown eyes lit with a responding carnal fire. He turned her towards him and slid his warm, spicy tongue into her mouth, licking the salt from her lips, left there by the wind. His cock twitched, still inside her but not buried as deep as before. Jess ached for more length.



“AhhhA” She said softly into his mouth.



Almost inaudibly, Kane growled. He let her go, making a show of buttoning his coat, adjusting his scarf and waiting for her.



They wove their way through the crowd of sailing enthusiasts and headed up the dunes toward the club house. Once they reached the building Kane pulled her to him. He ran his warm hands up the inside of her windbreaker, pawing at her plump breasts through her ti-shirt and her bra. Jess felt her nipples harden, both from the cold and from his brazen touch.



“You’re so hot.”



He planted a heated kiss on her neck. Jess slipped a cold hand inside his jacket, pleased to find his hard dick still protruding from his trousers.



“I want this.”



She licked her lips. A dark lust shone in Kane’s eyes and Jess reveled in the power she held over him. Her slender hand encompassed his cock. She began slowly to stroke him. After a moment, she withdrew and raised her palm to her mouth, coating it in saliva. She took hold of him once more and Kane closed his eyes.



“Your Land rover?” Jess suggested shakily.



Kane’s eyes snapped open.



“God no.”



He kissed her mouth and moved her hand aside, replacing his cock with some difficulty within the confines of his pants. Kane tore them from their secluded alcove, her hand firmly tucked in his.



Just before a kiosk filled with yet more people, they came upon a door. Kane tried the handle, it opened and Kane tugged her into the building. They legged it up a flight of stairs like teenagers, locking the door behind them. Jess caught her breath. They found themselves in a large, carpeted room with sweeping views of the coastline.



Jess hoped the glass was tinted and she hesitated but only momentarily before striding to the middle of the room and beginning to undress. For a few moments Kane didn’t notice her. He gaped, facing the sea, preoccupied with the view. When he turned back to the room’s interior once more, Jess once was completely nude, her clothes piled mischievously at her feet.



Kane’s gaze swept over her exposed body. Her creamy skin looked surreal in the ambient light from the window. Her full figure so much like a sculptor’s dream. Under his scrutiny, moisture pooled at the cleft of her thighs and her dark pink nipples budded. Jess steadied herself, calming her racing heart as she waited to see what her lover might do.



He took off his jacket.



Kane walked around her as though she were in an art exhibition, admiring her form and lazily sweeping his appreciative gaze from her ankles to the roots of her hair. Already flushed from her brief taste of cock, Jess pressed her breasts together. She licked two fingers and a thumb and stroked her own nipple. In the same action she pressed her thighs together, enjoying the swollen feel of her sex and her pussy, ripened with juice. She flicked her long, chestnut hair and dove two bold fingers into her snatch. Kane took off his shirt, unbuttoning the practical cotton of his business shirt to reveal a muscular chest and a fine spray of dark chest hair. Jess motioned she wanted to close the distance between them but he shook his head.



“Not yet.” He said softly. “I’m enjoying the show.”



Jess’s practiced fingers drew her juices deliciously towards her clitoris, coating the sensitive nub. The clubroom faded as she stroked and brought herself closer to orgasm.



“Oh”



She opened her eyes, pleased to note how Kane’s cock strained at the fabric of his trousers. She strode barefoot over to the nearby wall and braced one hand against it. The other, she used to continue stimulating her sensitive center. She cast a glance over her shoulder. Kane had taken his cock out, proud and rock hard. He painted a picture of the ultimate voyeur.



“Rock out with your cock out.” She said softly, her eyes dancing. Their eyes locked and Kane’s lips gave way to a wry grin.



“Please, please fuck me.” Her tone was husky.



His grin faded, and a familiar fire flashed in his eyes. Kane strode towards her. Jess lifted her hips and leaned forward in a deliciously provocative offer. His gaze zeroed in on his prize. Jess reacted quickly. Before he could reach her, she stepped away from the wall, meeting him and pulling his willing face down to hers in a feverish kiss.



When she broke away they were breathing hard. Kane registered bewilderment and he ran a hand through this dark, already disheveled locks. Jess happily wrapped her hand around his cock and sank to her knees. She very gently licked him all over, taking so long she began to feel his shaking hands as they applied pressure to the back of her head, encouraging her to do more. She knew he wanted her to take more of him into her mouth and relieve the exquisite, escalating pressure.



Finally, Jess slid most of his warm shaft into her mouth. She slurped and released, bobbed once again and this time deep-throated him.



“OH GOD!” Kane bit out and in another situation, Jess might have smiled in triumph.



Greedily, she licked his balls with the flat of her tongue and pressed his cock back into her hot mouth. Jess kept one hand on his shaft, the other on his buttocks, willing him to cry out again. His impressive toy was so hard Jess began to wonder just how much more teasing he could take. She stopped and stood up, kissing him on the lips, continuing to slide a cheeky hand up and down his taut, velvet flesh.



Kane eagerly turned his attentions to her ripe breasts, cupping them lovingly as he ran his tongue around the sensitive flesh. Jess shut her eyes, nearly losing her footing. Kane popped her nipple into his mouth. Her pussy responded by growing ever lusher, keening to be filled. Jess couldn’t help herself. She slid her hand between her legs.



“I love you’re creamy skin.” He said, naked now, except for his socks.



“Do you like my hips?”



“Yes.”



“And this?”



She sought his hand, forming it into a small spade with two fingers jutting forward. Jess placed his warm, bent hand on her peach, willing him to thrust his digits into her. She was all but delirious with need, her only thought to burst the growing, aching, unbearable pressure. His slid two fingers inside and she shifted her pelvis towards his touch.



“Ohhhh..”



“You like that?”



He thrust in again. Jess couldn’t speak.



“How would you like me to fuck you?” His voice was low.



The woman before him was more ready than he had ever seen her. Her cheeks were flushed and her delectable lips were swollen. Lust cast a shadow in her eyes, allowing a glimpse of the aching need that coursed through her prone body. He kissed her soundly, stroking her inner softness as he positioned her at the wall. Kane removed his fingers and thrust his eager cock into her, bending one of her legs at the knee.



Amazed that a man’s entry could feel so good, Jess said nothing. She panted. He clenched his buttocks, released and for a second time, stroked inside his lover.



“OooooOhhh” The world spun. Everything felt delicious, fat and full.



“Shhhh.” Kane bit out, very close to her ear.



He kissed her mouth forcefully, his hot tongue twining with hers as his cock thrust into her depths again and again. Jess held her mouth open, eager for caresses but unable to focus her thoughts properly. Daylight disappeared momentarily. All that remained was the sound of her own breathing, his panting gasps and the feeling of his wonderful cock, stretching her.



Their kisses grew messy and wet. The flesh of Kane’s abdomen contacted her clitoris from time to time, eliciting fireworks. At last, Jess’s pussy quivered and quaked as she came. Feeling her release, Kane slowed his pace. He eased himself from her and turned her. Jess’s palms connected with the wall. Kane shifted, gradually feeding his large cock into her once more, this time stretching her anus and filling her arse with deliciously, dirty intent. Jess felt her sex tingle. Memories of their brief outdoor encounter fueled her response.



“Oh. YES.” She hissed.



His massive slug began to slide in and out of her, gradually increasing in pace. Soon, Jess was pushing back as he drove forward. She licked her fingers and reached down to stroke her clit as he continued. Kane slapped her rump. She jumped, clenching from the pain, impaled on his cock. It was the final straw for Kane’s tenuous control and he unloaded a generous dollop of spunk into her back passage, sending her once more over the edge.



Gradually euphoria subsided and Kane withdrew, turning his pliant lover so they faced one another. A light sheen of sweat covered them both. Jess collapsed against his solid frame; sweaty, sticky, spent.



“Oh, that was good.” She mumbled into his shoulder.



“You’re so hot.”



Kane kissed the top of her head through her hair.



“We should get out of here.”



“I just need a minute.”



He let her go and Jess sank to the floor. Jess ran a hand through her hair, pulling her aching limbs into sitting position as Kane ferreted for his clothes. Leaning back on her hands, exhausted, Jess grinned. She looked delectable, her skin flushed from exertion and her pert breasts pointing skyward. Kane smiled too.



All in all, Jess considered it wasn’t a bad day at the races.



“C’mon let’s go and find out who’s winning.”

Hey all and welcome to the adventures of me, Zoe. Before I begin I guess I should tell you a little bit about myself. I’m a 19 year old college student that is in love. The first love being my boyfriend Tim. The second being sex. Yes, I love sex, in all its sweaty, sticky glory. Before I met Tim I guess you could say I was kind of a church mouse. I didn’t smoke, drink, swear, disobey my parents, etc. Tim changed all that. He opened my eyes to the world that night we first slept together. Now we’ve been dating for a year and I couldn’t be happier.



Not a day goes by where I’m not at Tim’s apartment. Some of the time he isn’t even home, in which I just hang out by myself or with his roommate Eric. I don’t mind it when the guys are gone as it gives me a chance to clean. Let me tell ya, cleaning up after two 22 year old college guys is a job in of itself. In fact, I really only go home to get new clothes or when I feel like getting scolded by my dad. Their apartment isn’t much, just a dingy two bedroom two bath that desperately needed to be updated, but the nice thing about it is that it’s close to the university.



So on to the story.



It was a Wednesday night and I had just screwed up cooking dinner. This was nothing new and at least Tim gave me points for effort. Resorting to plan B I called and ordered us a pizza. While waiting I sat on the couch and watched Tim play video games, bored but content. When he finally took a break to smoke I followed him onto the balcony. We each lit a cigarette and he sat in his rusty metal chair next to a cardboard box that held the ashtray. I leaned onto the railing and looked down at the passersby. I liked being on the second floor as we got some good views of the surroundings.



“I’m bored,” I said blowing smoke into the air and turning to face Tim.



“So,” he replied. “What do you want to do about it?”



“I don’t know,” I said whining.



“You could get me a beer,” he replied smiling at me.



“Oh how could I resist that smile,” I joked then put out my cigarette and headed into the kitchen. I honestly couldn’t resist him. Tim is very pleasing on the eyes: short blonde hair, tall, skinny but still toned, and deep blue eyes.



I guess I have good timing as the doorbell rang when I was in the kitchen. I answered it and sure enough it was the pizza delivery man.



“Just a sec,” I said and turned to find Tim’s wallet. Scrambling around I managed to find it. Of course it was in his pants from yesterday that were crumpled up next to the television. I don’t think Tim ever put anything away where it was supposed to go.



I returned to pay the man when I fumbled and dropped Tim’s wallet on the ground by his feet. When I leaned down to get it I could feel the man eyeing my chest. I smiled, feeling reassured about my looks as he stared at the cleavage my C cups breasts provide.



“Here ya go,” I said standing up and handing him the money.



“Thank you,” he said enthusiastically and left.



I set the pizza down on the table and walked back to the balcony to give Tim his beer.



“Here sweetie,” I said handing the beer to him.



“What’s with the grin?” He asked.



“Oh nothing,” I replied. I paused for a moment then said, “I know what we could do.”



“Eat dinner?” Tim chuckled.



“No,” I said as I moved and straddled myself over him. Sitting in his lap I leaned in and kissed him softly on the cheek. I kept kissing him as I said, “You could fuck me. Right here, right now.”



“What? On the balcony?” Tim laughed.



I pulled away and sat straight up. I ran my hands over his chest and replied, “Yes. Right here.



“I don’t think so Zoe,” Tim said nervously. I could tell he was thinking about it but wouldn’t budge.



“Oh come on,” I pouted. “You could show all those people passing by how to really fuck a girl.”



Tim sat there silent, staring at me.



“Okay,” I said cheerfully. “How about I suck you off?”



“What’s with you,” he said lifting me off of him and standing up. “Why do you want to do it out here where everybody can see us?”



“I don’t know,” I said crossing my arms. “It would be something new, something you haven’t done, and it would be exciting. You know, us knowing they could be watching us.”



Without saying anything Tim walked back into the apartment. I quickly followed, trying to slap his butt as he moved into the kitchen.



“Damn someone’s horny,” Tim said and finally stopped next to the kitchen table.



“I can’t help it,” I said leaning into him. The pizza guy staring at my chest got me going, but I wasn’t going to tell him that. “I need it. I want it,” I said. I moved my hands down his chest to his crotch. I could feel him grow within his jeans. “C’mon baby,” I said seductively. “Give me that cock.”



“Well what can I say to that,” Tim replied.



I knew Tim liked it when I talked dirty, and it was a turn on for me as well. I didn’t need anymore motivation as my hands unzipped his jeans. I grabbed a hold of them and his boxers and, as I knelt down, I pulled them with me. I helped him step out of them before looking up and seeing my prize, free from its cage.



Tim leaned against the table as I went to work. I eagerly grabbed his hardened shaft by the base and held it in front of me. I ran my tongue up and down the length of it, stopping breifly so I could flick my tongue at the head. I looked up at his eyes as I teased him. I was so turned on, knowing he was watching me pleasure him. I loved the control I had over him as I played with his cock. It was like a toy. My toy. I engulfed him into my mouth and proceeded to suck as hard as I could. His cock hit the back of my throat as I took him in and out. The saliva built within my mouth but I didn’t want to stop. I let it seep out of me as I continued my work.



Tim ran his hands through my long and curly auburn hair. He gently grasped it as his hands carressed the back of my head. I wanted him to be more forceful and fuck my mouth like he does my pussy. Instead he leaned down and grabbed my arms, pulling me up.



I breathed heavily as I caught my breath. Wiping the drool from my chin I looked at him and said, “Why stop?”



“Cause I want to fuck you before I explode,” he replied.



Smiling up at him I said, “I think I can live with that.”



Suddenly he grabbed my hips and picked my skinny body up and draped me over his shoulders. I gasped and, slapping his ass I said, “Giddy up.” He carried me into the bedroom and flung me onto the bed. After regaining my composure I watched as he turned on the television and pressed play on the dvd player.



I sat up and lifted my tee shirt over my head as the sounds of sex poured from the television speakers. Tim turned me on to pornography. Before I thought it was degrading to women and only perverts watched it, but now I love it. I fantasize about what it must be like to be those women. Sometimes I pretend that it’s really other people in the room having sex right next to us.



I undid my bra and tossed it aside as I looked on at the television, watching two women share a man’s cock between their mouths. I know this was Tim’s favorite. Tim threw off his shirt and jumped on the bed. Quickly he was at my neck, kissing it before moving to my chest. I continued to watch the screen as Tim ran his tongue along my breasts. His hands roamed along my body, unable to find a home. I moaned out when I felt his teeth clench down on my nipple. Tim knew I liked a little pain with my pleasure.



I couldn’t wait for him any longer and grabbed my jeans. After unclasping them I quickly pulled them down. Tim finished pulling them off of me and didn’t waste time before taking off my thong. His hand finally found its way to my sopping pussy. I gasped as his fingers probed in and out of me. I loved this feeling of being ravaged, knowing he desperately wanted me.



“Fuck me,” I said impatiently.



He pulled his hands from me and leaned up saying, “Aren’t we in a hurry.”



I laughed at myself for being so impatient. I sat up and grabbed the hand that was probing inside me. Slowly I stuck one finger in, then another. I don’t know what was better, tasting myself on him or knowing how much it turned him on. Either way I finished cleaning his fingers then said, “My pussy tastes like it needs to be fucked by something much bigger than your finger.”



“Will this do?” He said kneeling with his back straight up, pointing his marvelous cock at me.



“For now,” I giggled lightly then got on my hands and knees facing the television.



Tim knelt behind me and grabbed my hips. After getting into position he slapped my ass, causing me to moan. His hand spanked me again, a little harder this time, and again I moaned out.



“You like that don’t you,” he said as he continued to spank me, alternating cheek to cheek.



“Oh ya,” I said as I watched the women on the screen massage each other as the man fucked them.



One final slap came down before I felt his cock at the tip of my pussy. I moaned as he slowly sank himself into me. Every muscle clenched against him as he fully buried himself. Once in, he began rocking back and forth, pulling my hips towards him. I bounced back and forth in sheer bliss as he fucked me.



“God yes,” I moaned out dropping my head into the sheets.



The sounds of our bodies slapping against each other combined with the moaning from the television was sending me over the edge. All I could think about was this wonderful sensation. His cock was hitting every right spot. His hand gripped my hips like he was clinging for his life. I moaned into the sheets, louder and louder as he pummeled me. For a moment we seemed in unison with people on the screen. Our combined moaning and grunting was overwhelming. I closed my eyes and let the sounds guide me to an orgasm.



The sounds of my screams must have tipped off Tim as he pulled out of me. I didn’t want him to stop. I needed that cock inside me, one way or another. I quickly spun around and saw Tim’s sweaty body panting. I grabbed his cock and verociously sunk my mouth around it. I thoroughly cleaned it of my juices before lifting my head up. I stroked his shaft and looked at him. Panting I said, “You’re not giving up on me now are ya?”



Tim didn’t say a word as he grabbed my shoulders and spun me back around. I returned to my place on all fours and waited impatiently for his cock to return and fill the void it left.



“I want to try something new,” Tim breathed out.



“Oh ya,” I said getting excited, wondering what he had in mind.



Tim squirmed himself into position. I could feel the head of his cock press against my asshole. That was the obvious clue of what he was about to do. I guess I should of known when I looked at the screen and saw the man buried balls deep into the blonde’s ass.



“Don’t clench,” Tim said as his cock pressed against me.



I couldn’t help it. I was scared of having him in there but at the same time was excited. This was something new for the both of us. I knew Tim hadn’t done this with another girl and that turned me on, knowing I would be his first like he was for me. I closed my eyes and clenched my teeth as his cock slowly penetrated my ass. At first I felt like I was imploding, but as I relaxed and allowed him in the feeling started to subside. I opened my eyes, realizing the fear was worse than the act. I watched the girls scream out in pleasure on the screen as Tim made his way deeper and deeper inside me. The pain started to combine with pleasure and before I knew it my body was pushing back against him.



“Oh my god that’s amazing,” Tim moaned out.



“Good baby,” I replied panting. “My body is for your pleasure.”



“Oh ya it is,” Tim continued to grunt. “God damn,” he said as our boddies got into a rythm.



I couldn’t think about anything other than that large cock invading my ass. I moaned as my hips were pulled repeatatly towards him. I concentrated on that cock splitting me open, and the pleasure it brought to Tim.



“Fuck ya,” Tim said breaking my concentration. “Just like them.”



He must have meant the people on the screen. I looked up to see the girls on their knees, waiting for the guy to cum on them. If that’s what Tim wants then I won’t deny him.



Tim sped up his pace as our bodies rocked back and forth. I went from feeling overly stuffed to feeling empty as he pulled himself out of me. He grabbed my body and awkwardly rolled me onto my back. My head bounced as it landed just off edge of the bed. I leaned up only to see Tim’s balls in front of me. I quickly sucked on one, then the other as Tim mounted himself over my chest. I was in an awkward position and couldn’t really move when Tim grabbed the back of my head, holding it in place. Quickly he shoved his cock passed my lips and into my mouth. The taste of bitterness quickly filled me as he rammed himself back and forth into me.



“Fuck my mouth like my pussy,” I thought to myself. Isn’t that what I was thinking earlier? I got my wish as Tim continued to jab at the back of my throat. I couldn’t suck, couldn’t lick, nothing. Just take his cock in and try not to gag.



It didn’t take long before Tim pulled out. I opened my eyes to see him jerking off, with his cock pointing directly at me. His grunting became loud and he closed his eyes. A second later a stream of his seed shot out and hit me on the bridge of my nose. In reaction I closed my eyes. I held tight as I felt a second wave hit my lips.



Feeling it was safe I opened my eyes to see Tim squeezing any last drop of his semen onto my chest. Thoroughly spent he collapsed back onto the bed. I wiped him sperm from my lips and wiped it onto my breast before getting up.



I couldn’t think straight. I awkwardly rolled over and off the bed. My body couldn’t stop shaking. My ass, pussy, and mouth all ached. My muscles felt worn. I felt sweaty and sticky. All I could think was how great that was. My mind was trapped there as I headed out of the room.



I grabbed a cigarette from the table and walked onto the balcony. I lit it up and breathed in. That’s when reality came back to me. The cold brisk air snapped my mind back and I looked out, seeing the people walk the streets. That’s when I realized I was not only completely naked, but covered in Tim’s seed that seeped down my face and body.



For a second I was in shock, paralyzed, and frozen in place. That’s when two college guys pointed up at me and yelled, “Hell ya!” I let out a smile and stood still as one reached for his phone and snapped a picture. Feeling cold I put out the cigarette and walked back inside.



I walked back into the bedroom to find Tim composing himself. He didn’t say anything as he started getting dressed.



“Have fun?” I asked.



“Just a bit,” he laughed.



I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the television. My body ached but yet still yearned for more. I knew Tim was spent though. I watched on as a new scene unfolded. Two girls, a blonde and a brunette, were making out on their bed while a guy watched on.



“I wonder what it’s like?” I said.



“Wonder what what’s like? Tim responded.



“To kiss a girl.”



I swear Tim froze in place when I said that. A devilish grin swept accross his face. I didn’t say another word on the matter and leaned back, watching the scene unfold.



That story is for another time.

Let me start with a little background. After nearly sixteen years of marriage, I went through a nasty divorce. Happy to be moving on with my life, I quickly realized that being single again was going to be quite an adjustment. However, dating again turned out to be a lot of fun and I found that older, more experienced women were much more sexually adventurous than younger women. I try to maintain my looks and my physique and I have been called ‘good-looking.’ As a successful commercial banker, money wasn’t an issue and I didn’t have any trouble finding attractive women willing to go out with me…



Although I could tell you about some of my more interesting dates, this is a story about an encounter that happened at work. It started while I was still married. I had only been at the bank for a short time, and one of my initial projects involved dealing with the IT department. My previous encounters with people from the IT area usually meant nerds with little to no worldly experience.



To my pleasant surprise I was assigned a project manager that was anything but what I expected. Her name was Linda and she was an attractive woman in her 30′s. She was easy to talk to and easy on the eyes as well. She had an air of confidence and got things done in a professional manner. During that project we were all business. I was new to the bank and there were a lot of things to do so I didn’t have time for anything but getting the task at hand done as quickly as possible.



It was hard not to admire her sexy body though. She was about 5′ 6″ tall and 130 lbs. She had short, dark hair, and a small mouth with lips that you couldn’t help picturing wrapped around your cock. She was not well endowed on top, maybe a full B cup, but below the waist she was perfection. I’m a leg man, and Linda had everything that I could ask for in that area. She never wore high heels, but her legs were so perfect that she didn’t need anything to enhance them. She wore fairly tight, short skirts for a professional work environment and all the men turned to look whenever she walked by. Her ass was just the right size for her body, with an upside down heart shape. That tight ass, flat tummy and perfect set of legs definitely caught my attention.



After we got done with the project I asked her to join me for lunch to celebrate the successful completion of the work. I truly wanted to thank her for her efforts and maybe find out a little more about her. I found out she was a divorced mother with one teenage daughter. She told me that she appreciated my take charge management style and my aggressive approach to getting things done.



I told her I enjoyed working with her and said she was different than any other IT person I had ever dealt with before. She took that as a complement saying that she tried to be a little different from others. She also said that she was willing to take some risks to get the most out of life. I assumed she meant risks at work, but I wondered what risks she would be willing to take in her personal life, specifically her sex life. It would take a couple of years, but I would find out first hand she was definitely willing to push the envelope. It turned out that my aggression and her risk taking attitude were very compatible sexually.



Over the next three years things improved at the bank as many of the changes I implemented took effect. However, my marriage deteriorated due to my wife’s drinking and eventually I filed for divorce. I had very limited contact with Linda as we were in two totally different areas of the bank that were actually located in buildings on the opposite sides of town. Eventually, I wanted to implement some more changes to the banks loan approval process that required some more IT work.



I immediately thought of Linda and called her supervisor to request her assistance. He told me she was available and said it would be a good use of her skills. The next week we met for lunch to talk about business and catch up on our personal lives. She mentioned hearing that I had just divorced and she was very supportive of what I was going through. She had also just ended a relationship and I sensed that she was open to my advances if I wanted to pursue it.



I obviously found her very attractive, but I was concerned about getting involved with a fellow employee due to my senior level position at the bank. She was also almost twelve years my junior and I wondered if I could keep up with her. I decided to take a chance and asked her if she would like to go out with me in a non-professional capacity. She said she was flattered that I found her attractive and we agreed to start dating quietly without telling anyone else at the bank



One week later, she called me to tell me she had drawn up some initial project plans and wanted to know when we could sit down to go over them. My schedule was really busy and the only time I had during the next week was at the end of the following Thursday. We set up a meeting in my office at 5:00 p.m. to look at what she had put together. She knocked on my office door on the 25th floor precisely at 5.



When Linda walked into the office she took my breath away. Her hair and makeup were flawless. I couldn’t help noticing that her lips were painted ruby red, beautifully accenting her sexy pout. She was wearing a skirt that would definitely be considered too short and tight for an ‘official’ business meeting. The bottom of the skirt was at least six inches above the knee and tight enough to suggest that she was either wearing a tiny thong or nothing at all underneath. She obviously knew what her best assets were and was just as obviously willing to give me a good look at them.



As she spread out her papers on the conference table in the corner of my office she bent over to give me a view of her perfectly sculpted ass. She was wearing three inch heels that accentuated her toned thighs and calves. Sex appeal oozed out of every inch of her spectacular body. I immediately started to think that this meeting might be more interesting than originally planned.



I walked out of my office to see if my secretary had anything that needed my attention before she left for the night. She was looking at Linda when I approached her desk. I could tell she was a little disgusted with the way Linda looked. Rumor had it that most of the women at the bank did not like her because they considered her pushy. I couldn’t help thinking that they were just envious of her tight, sexy body and the way she was willing to show it off.



My secretary assured me that everything was under control and I wished her a good night as she cleaned off her desk to leave for the day. I noticed everyone else was getting ready to leave as well. It was the middle of winter and already dark outside so everyone was anxious to get back to their families and the warmth of their homes.



I decided to stop at the men’s room before going into my meeting with Linda. After a long day at work, I wanted to wash my face, brush my teeth and comb my hair to look my best for this beautiful woman waiting in my office. I was thinking that I might ask Linda to join me for a drink or maybe dinner after our meeting and I was hopeful that it might lead to something more.



Just in case, I wanted to be ready so I popped a Cialis pill that I had with me into my mouth. I guessed that Linda probably dated younger men than me and I wanted to be able to perform at that same level if the opportunity presented itself.



I walked into my office and closed the door behind me. Linda was standing next to the corner conference table where she had neatly arranged two piles of papers. She was staring out of the windows in my office which overlooked the rest of the city. I couldn’t help staring at her perfect figure in that short skirt and heels silhouetted against the reflective glass. My cock twitched a little and I knew that it had nothing to do with the yellow pill I had just swallowed.



I asked her if she enjoyed the view from up here. She answered that it was definitely better than the view from her cubicle in the operations center near the airport. I told her that I liked the way everything was lit up at this time of night. It made life more tolerable in the winter when the days were so short.



She pointed out the fact that you could see into the rooms of the hotel that was right across the street from my office. I laughed and said that most of the time there was nothing interesting to look at, but there had been a couple of occasions over the last couple of years where I did see some intimate encounters when I was working late. Linda seemed interested in that and asked who and what I had seen.



I described a few couples who didn’t seem too concerned that they were putting on a show for others to see. All of the couples were heterosexual except one time two women seemed to be enjoying each other and once where there were three men pleasuring a woman. She said that the view would definitely make working late more tolerable.



She asked me if I thought that the people in the rooms with their drapes open were doing it on purpose. I said I guessed that was the case, but that they might not even think about who could see them that high up. She agreed that some people are exhibitionists and having other people watch adds to their excitement. I liked her answer and wondered if she was one of those people because she seemed a little too interested.



We decided that we should really get started going over the work plan for the project that Linda had put together. As I expected, it was thorough and well thought out. It took us about half an hour to go over everything and set up additional meetings to bring in some other people from the bank to begin working on it.



After we were done, Linda got up and walked up to the windows in my office and asked if I thought we might see someone in the hotel across the street fooling around. It sounded like she was really interested in a little voyeurism and I walked up behind her to see if I could help her locate a couple in one of the rooms. To my surprise I located a room one floor below ours that had a couple having a drink while sitting on a sofa in the room. I pointed it out to Linda and told her to watch and see if anything developed.



After a minute or two, I suggested that we sit on my office sofa and see what might happen. Linda sat down on the end closest to the window and I sat next to her. Sure enough, within a few minutes the couple put down their drinks and started to kiss. That lead to some groping and pretty soon clothes were being shed. Linda was watching closely and I could tell she was getting excited because her breathing was getting more rapid. I decided to use this opportunity to move closer to her and put my arm around her shoulder. She didn’t seem to mind as she continued to watch the couple across the street.



They were down to their underwear and I leaned over to her ear and whispered that I thought this was very sexy, hoping she was enjoying it as much as I was. Then Linda did something that took me by surprise. While she continued to watch the couple make out, she reached back to my lap with her left hand and began rubbing my groin. With the couple across the street getting naked and a beautiful woman groping my junk, it didn’t take much more encouragement for my cock to begin to grow.



I decided to go for it and I reached over Linda’s shoulder to caress her right breast while leaning in to kiss her neck. As soon as I did, she let out a little groan that told me I should keep going. I continued to play with her boobs with my right hand and moved my left hand down between her legs and under her short skirt. She immediately spread her legs, causing the skirt to hike up more and giving me better access to her crotch.



Her left hand continued to play with my cock through my slacks and, with the Cialis kicking in, it was straining to get out. The fingers of my left hand met her bare pussy, revealing the truth about whether or not she was wearing panties. I immediately began to rub her moist crotch with the desired results. She began to rotate her hips and turned her head away from the couple across the street for a few seconds to kiss me. Our tongues wrestled like two snakes fighting as the petting got heavier by the minute.



I noticed that the lovers in the hotel were both naked and I whispered to Linda that I didn’t think it was fair for them to have shed all their clothes and we were still fully dressed. She laughed and agreed saying that we should put on a show for them.



“I guess that if we can see them, they can also see us. Do you think they would notice us?” she teased.



Given that they were focused on something else at that moment I wasn’t sure if they would be looking for another couple in the office across the street, but that didn’t mean that someone else wouldn’t see us putting on a show. I was game to join in and I told Linda that we should go for it. I got Linda to stand up and I started to unbutton her blouse. She reached over to me and untied my tie and unbuttoned my shirt. I unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. Linda undid my slacks and pulled them off leaving both of us down to our underwear. Linda looked spectacular in her bra, pantyhose and heels. I was excited to finally see her out of her clothes and my cock showed its appreciation by sticking straight out of the front of my boxers.



Most of the way out of our clothes, Linda and I turned again to see what the hotel couple was doing. They had moved from the sofa to the bed and the man was kneeling between the legs of the woman playing with her pussy. That looked like a good idea so I lead Linda over to the round conference table. I told her to lay down on the table after I pulled off her panty hose. As she lay on the table I got down on my knees to stick my head between those beautiful legs. As Linda turned her head to watch the hotel couple I began to kiss and lick her thighs, slowly working up to her pussy. As I got close to her pussy I could smell the scent of feminine arousal coming from her soaked groin.



As I began to lick her pussy, Linda let out a sigh of approval and cried out, “that’s it, keep doing that! You’re doing the same thing that the guy is doing in the hotel. I can see him licking his girl’s pussy and I know exactly what she is feeling. We can see what they are doing and they can watch us as the same time. I can’t believe how exciting it is to watch someone else have sex and doing the same thing so that others can watch.”



I could only mumble in agreement as my face was plastered up against her steamy groin, working my tongue up and down the slit of her pussy. The smell and taste of her juices was like nectar to a hummingbird. I couldn’t get enough of this woman who apparently shared my interest in voyeurism and exhibitionism.



All of the women I had recently dated had either closely trimmed or totally shaved their pussies. Linda’s was definitely more of the retro look. It was like I was looking at a 70′s porno starlet. Her thick bush was trimmed but very different from what I was used to. I buried my nose into her thick dark pubic hair and aimed the tip of my tongue for her sensitive clit. I was not surprised that it was already swollen and sticking out. I began by running my tongue up and down her whole pussy tasting the juices that were already seeping out. She tasted wonderful and I dove in with full force. The second I touched her clit she let out a moan and spread her legs more to give me better access.



“That’s it, Baby” she said, “Your tongue feels so good, I love what you’re doing. They can see you licking my pussy and it feels so nasty! I love it.”



I started to play with her clit, tonguing it with slow, steady strokes. Linda began to grind her pussy into my face, indicating that she wanted more so I increased the pace and intensity. The harder I licked, the more she responded to my actions. She even grabbed my head to make sure I was hitting the right spots. I could tell she was getting close to an orgasm so I increased the pressure on her clit and within a few seconds she was cumming. She arched her back and her entire body stretched out in a spasm sending a flood of juices out of her pussy into my face.



“Oh Baby, that was amazing. I can’t believe how turned on I am knowing that I can be watched while watching another couple at the same time. We need to get you in on the fun too. Doesn’t this turn you on?” her voice was husky and slightly out of breath after her powerful climax.



I was also excited at the thought that we were putting on a show, but I didn’t know if anyone was actually watching as I had been concentrating on getting Linda off. I looked up from between her legs to the lights of the hotel rooms across the street. I saw the other couple we had seen earlier still going at it, oblivious to our joining them in the pursuit of sexual pleasure. However, I did see some people in a couple of other rooms who had noticed our activity. I saw two men in individual rooms and a couple in another room looking out at us. Linda also saw them and pointed out a fourth I had not seen.



I got more excited by all of the unexpected attention. Linda moved me closer to the windows and got down on her knees to take my hard cock into her mouth. I had been waiting for this moment ever since I first met her during the first couple of weeks on the job. Seeing my cock slip in and out of her mouth was almost enough to make me cum right then and there. What her tongue was doing to my cock was even more amazing. I looked over at the hotel and saw that the couple we had originally watched was doing the same thing we were. I told Linda to look over at the other couple and she took her mouth off my cock for a second to tell me that we were both doing the same thing.



Then she surprised me by saying, “Let’s try to do what they are doing for as long as we can! It will be like a game!”



I said it sounded like fun if she was up for it. Her response was returning to sucking my cock with additional enthusiasm. I was getting close to cumming, but Linda sensed my excitement and slowed down her movement. I figured that she was not going to let me cum unless she saw the guy in the hotel blow his load into his wife or girlfriend. I looked over again and unfortunately the guy appeared to have lots of staying power as they kept going at it.



Linda looked up, taking her lips off my cock and said, “You don’t cum until he does. That’s the rules of the game.”



I wanted to cum badly, but laughed and nodded, just enjoying the feel of a beautiful woman’s lips surrounding my cock. My prick was as hard as I could ever remember it and it was not just the Cialis I had taken about an hour ago. I was definitely getting off on this exhibitionist game. Knowing that several strangers were watching us having sex and playing a copy cat game with another couple without them knowing it was turning out to be an aphrodisiac that I never imagined it could be.



I leaned back against the sofa as Linda continued to give me a slow, sensual blow job. She reached up to juggle my increasingly bloated balls with her fingertips. Because of the sexual teasing Linda was doing, they felt extra sensitive; like they were about to explode. Part of it was probably due to the fact that I had not had an orgasm in about a week, but I’m sure the majority of it was Linda’s lips and tongue playing a symphony on my tool. Linda was definitely getting into this game and kept on bringing me close to orgasm before backing off again. She must have done this five or six times before I was close to begging her to get me off.



However, just as I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, I looked over to the other couple in the hotel and saw that they had moved to the bed and were beginning to have sex. I tapped Linda on the shoulder and pointed to the hotel. She took notice and got up off her knees. I leaned down to give her a deep kiss. Her bright red lips that had been sucking on my cock for the last ten minutes were full and inviting. I snaked my tongue into her mouth and played with her tongue. She responded with equal enthusiasm and it was like an electrical current surged through our bodies.

Six months before my 40th birthday I had a bit of a mid-life crisis. I don’t know why, as I’m normally a very positive person; married with two young teenage sons and a good job as an Administrator in a large hospital. With hindsight I guess I was bored and worried that my life was slipping away from me but that’s no excuse for my behaviour.



In early May I was invited to a birthday party in the centre of town for one of the young nurses. I would normally have made my excuses and not gone but this time I accepted. As we live in the countryside, about 17 miles from town hubby I volunteered to drop me off and pick me up; although I knew he wouldn’t be happy with staying sober enough to collect me at midnight.



When I arrived in town and saw what the others were wearing I felt old and dowdy in my glasses, smart trousers, blouse and cardigan when everyone else was in skirts or dresses and looked exciting and sexy compared to me. I still had a good night, drinking, dancing and even laughing. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d laughed as much and the evening flew by.



I was correct about hubby’s mood when he collected me; he had a face like a smacked arse. When we got home I wanted sex; but he was already asleep when I came out of the bathroom, so as usual I had to make to with a silent diddle under the covers.



The party was a big topic of conversation the following week at work and I was invited out again with a bunch of co-workers who regularly hit the Town on a Friday night but I politely refused and regretted it, when Friday came and hubby was fast asleep, pissed on cheap lager at 10pm. I left him snoring and went to bed where I tearfully pledged that I would go out with the girls the following week.



When I told my story the following Monday Kim, one of the staff-nurses offered her spare room for me to stay in if hubby wouldn’t pick me up. Still angry, I agreed. Of course Hubby wasn’t happy; but he reluctantly agreed when I said I would drive there myself and leave the car over night and drive home in the morning, without having to bother him.



Friday came around quickly enough and I excitedly drove to Kim’s house on the other side of town. I found the house easily enough and was pleasantly surprised when her rather handsome husband answered the door with a glass of wine in his hand for me. He ushered me upstairs where Kim was still getting dressed. Her bedroom door was wide open as I walked along the landing. Kim was sitting in front of a large mirror tonging her hair as I entered her boudoir. We chatted as she finished her hair and applied the finishing touches to her make up.



By the time it came to choose her dress her husband had joined us with the wine bottle. Kim was just over 5 feet tall and had curves in all the right places, her husband on the other hand was about 6 feet tall, with shoulder length wavy hair and a chiselled face. He had the look of a Rock star, especially as he wore very tight jeans and cowboy boots. He actually owned a coffee bar in a local shopping centre and played in a local band every couple of weeks. If he hadn’t been my friend’s husband he probably looked a bit pervy. It was his suggestion that she should wear a short red strapless one, but it meant she couldn’t wear a bra with it. Without a care in the world Kim dropped her silk kimono on the floor and walked past me to choose some panties. I tried not to stare; but she looked gorgeous and my eyes bulged when I realised that she was completely shaven down below. Being much younger than me Kim’s body hadn’t yet started to sag and her boobs were still quite firm for a woman with a child and her stomach was ironing-board flat. She selected a tiny white g-string and surprised me by pulling on a pair of tan hold-up stockings too.



“Isn’t the dress a bit short for stockings?” I asked as Ian topped up my wine. I was wearing a nice dress too, but it was a lot more demure and in keeping with my age and status.



“No, of course not.” Kim laughed and deliberately bent over showing off her stocking tops and an inch of milky white thigh, much to her husband’s amusement.



I finished my drink and on the taxi ride into town we chatted and I told her how sexy she looked and how my husband would be mortified if I dressed like her.



“He doesn’t have to know.” She replied with a wink, “Not if you got dressed at our house.”



I kept that thought in the back of my mind as we had another great night. The crowd I was with was smaller and slightly different from the previous week and a lot younger and rowdier. I knew a couple of girls from the hospital and was pleased that they were happy for me to join them. We went to pretty much the same bars and this time I recognised a few faces from the previous visit but still struggled to speak to any guys. One chap amused me by saying I looked like the TV Personality Carol Vordeman. Apart from having long legs and big boobs, I couldn’t see it, but a couple of the girls agreed when I told them. I felt by far the oldest person there, but for some bizarre reason still I managed to attract the attention of a couple of very young guys who wanted to dance with me and one even offered a drink, which I refused. Kim was on form, flashing her stocking tops at every opportunity and even sloppily kissing a couple of guys late in the evening; which shocked me.



We were both pretty drunk on the taxi ride home and Kim’s dress rose up her thighs quite quickly giving me and the driver a good look at her stocking tops and occasionally her panties, plus when she bent forward to pick up her bag I couldn’t help looking at her boobs and pretty pink nipples; which made me blush.



Ian was waiting up when we arrived at their house and Kim greeted him with a big kiss and drunkenly told him, ‘take me to bed and fuck the arse off me!’ Ian smiled and guided her upstairs. As I unsteadily made my way along the dark landing after going to the bathroom I heard the happy couple giggling as Kim got undressed and hummed the tune ‘the stripper.’



My head was spinning as I tried to get to sleep in the room next to theirs. Then I heard Kim’s voice, “Mmmmmmmmmm….hello Mr. Big. What should lickle Kim do to make you happy?”



Oh my God! I could hear them!



“Mmmmmmmmmm….you sure do taste nice.” I heard her giggle, “And which hole would you like to go into tonight?” Her voice was now very high and school girlish. I could then hear Ian panting and muttering for the next few minutes as I presumed my friend was gobbling his cock. By this time my hand was between my legs and my fingers diddling my clitty.



I frantically rubbed and fingered for the next 15 minutes as Kim and Ian noisily fucked like rabbits, making myself cum three times in the process. I woke the following morning with a stotting headache and when I scratched an itch on my nose I could still smell my stinky fingers.



As I tenderly made my way to the bathroom I could hear laughter and activity from downstairs as Ian and their 7 year old son Simon had breakfast and watched TV. Ten minutes later I was sitting drying my hair with only a towel wrapped around me when Ian knocked on the door and walked straight in with a cup of coffee and a bacon sandwich. I automatically clutched the towel to my chest to protect my modesty as he greeted me but it was only as he left that I realised the bottom of the towel was open and he must have seen my pubes. I blushed madly as I put my clean knickers and bra on; thinking that he must think I was some kind of tart flashing my bits like that. But it really was an accident.



Nothing was said when I took my cup and plate back to the kitchen but I swear Ian winked as I got in my car to return home. I had hardly been in the house 10 minutes when hubby took the boys to rugby practice without a word about my evening out.



Hubby gave in without an argument to my request for a Friday night out with the girls and another stop over at Kim’s house. I sort of guessed he thought I was too old and dull to get up to any mischief while he sat at home wanking his cock to a frazzle looking at porn on the computer. He thought I didn’t know, but he never cleaned out the memory so I knew exactly which sites he was looking at and for how long.



The next few weeks followed the same pattern with Kim wearing some pretty sexy and very revealing clothing then flirting outrageously with an assortment of young men. At least twice she disappeared from view for 15 or 20 minutes and came back ‘glowing’ giving me the impression that she had been up to no good.



I also began smuggling ever more cleavage revealing outfits and skirts to get changed into. At first I would disappear into the spare bedroom to dress, but as they appeared to have some kind of ‘open door’ policy Ian would barge in anyway with more wine, and catch me in various stages of undress; gradually making me get quite excited at the prospect of him seeing me in my undies. Eventually I would dress in Kim’s bedroom with Ian nonchalantly commenting on our clothes and especially our underwear!



It didn’t take me long to fit in with the ‘gang;’ and to some degree become more comfortable with the ever growing attention of my own admirers; some of whom were young enough to be my son. After a couple of months I was revelling in the new found male attention and finding it increasingly difficult not to take their advances more seriously as I let a couple kiss me or ‘get a tache on’ as the younger girls called it.



When we got back to her house Kim and Ian always had very noisy sex and I soon realised that it was possibly even for my benefit, so I started taking a Rampant Rabbit and fucked myself in time to the happy couple in masturbatory fuelled nights. I would also stay for an extra hour or so and have breakfast in my short dressing gown, usually while Kim was still in bed. Ian didn’t say anything but would smile as he stole glimpses of my boobs and legs. I felt deliciously naughty, especially when I saw a bulge in his shorts. But that’s all that was ever going to happen between us; wasn’t it?



The ‘gang’ were a floating mix of nurses and staff from the hospital and a few assorted friends. Some weeks there could be nearly 20 in the group and other weeks only 6 depending on shifts and family commitments. Some of these girls, including Kim were absolutely wild and it took a very brave young lion to approach us; especially later in the evening when the heavy drinking was taking effect. By now I had realised that they were a very hedonistic crowd who lived for Friday night when ‘anything goes.’ I was still surprised at how much the normally reserved young nurses could drink, but I matched them glass for glass and their language could best be described as ‘industrial’ which I soon found to be very liberating when I started to swear like a trooper too. Without anyone saying anything I was also aware that a few girls took a pill or two and some openly snorted coke in the ladies room.



About a month before my 40th birthday I chose to wear a shorter than usual black skirt with some very fine 7 denier black tights; I still have good legs for a woman my age and several of my new admirers took great delight in telling me what a ‘great arse’ I have too, so I had started dressing accordingly. To complement it I wore a cream blouse with black lace around the low cut neck and cuffs. As it was quite see-thru I wore a spaghetti strap vest underneath.



While Kim was getting dressed Ian commented on how nice I looked and ‘that it was a pity I was wearing a vest.’ I blushed and looked away as Kim punched him in the arm for embarrassing me. She then turned to me and said; “He’s right though, you would look much sexier without it.”



“I’m not sure.” I mumbled as I gulped down a mouthful of wine. Even though I was wearing a new sexy lace bra underneath I wasn’t convinced that I was confident enough to go out showing the sexy bra and my chest off. “I’m a bit old for that sort of thing.” I mumbled again.



“Rubbish!” Ian laughed; “you are as hot as any of Kim’s friends….in fact, hotter than most.”



“Ian!” Kim chided her husband and punched his arm again as I blushed. “Look, Cathy, take it off and I’ll give you my honest opinion.”



I looked at Ian who made no attempt to leave the doorway as I took my blouse and vest off. I could see them smiling to each other as I put the blouse back on.



“Fucking Hell, Cath!” Ian laughed and raised his glass in salute, “you look as hot as fuck.”



Kim turned to face me as she pulled a tight white wool dress over her head.



“Wow.” She grinned, “He’s right, you do look hot.” It was thus decided so that’s how I would go out.



It was a smallish group this week with a couple of nurses that had been working joining us later on. After a couple of strong drinks I was soon very relaxed and my see thru blouse and large boobs certainly attracted a lot of male attention and I loved it. By the time we arrived at the club I’d actually ‘tached’ three guys and let a couple buy me a drink. One lad followed me around like a puppy in one bar until I took pity on him and let him kiss me; as he was quite young, gorgeous and very muscular, I don’t know what I saw in him! It was a very powerful, erotic kiss….much sexier than usual, as our tongues twisted and twirled. I was giggling like a schoolgirl when I rejoined my friends.



Later in the evening when we were inside the club the girls went wild; dancing on the tables and openly cavorting with a wild variety of men; Kim included. I danced with a couple, and one young bodybuilder held me tight on the dance floor and squeezed my arse before running his hand up my skirt as he rubbed his face across my boobs……I did nothing to stop him because……I loved it!



I was very drunk at this stage but I still knew what he really wanted when he took me outside for a smoke. After weeks of struggling not to give in to temptation this sun tanned young lothario had me weak at the knees and I knew it was going to be a struggle to keep my knickers up.



As I puffed on my ciggy he kept licking my neck and ears and stroking my arse, telling me ‘how sexy’ I was and he had ‘such a hard on just for me’ and ‘how much he’d always wanted to fuck a real MILF.’ I was flattered by his candour and my chest was heaving as I stubbed out my cigarette and he took my wrist before pulling me into some shadows behind the industrial bins. It stunk but I was captivated as he kissed me again and stroked my boobs. I couldn’t stop myself and began grinding against his crotch. I didn’t even know his name as he began telling me how desperate he was to fuck me with his big cock.



“No, no.” I mumbled as his hand slid up my skirt. “I can’t; I’m married.” I kept telling him as I kept my legs tightly closed. “No, please stop that…..I’m married.” His hands were like an octopus as he lifted my skirt with one and tried to lift my blouse with the other.



“I don’t give a flying fuck!” He softly growled as he quickly unbuckled his jeans, “I bet his fucking cock is nowhere near as big as this fucking baby maker!” He then took my hand and placed it on his hot cock.



“Bloody Hell!” I panted as I gripped it. “It’s fucking massive!” I gasped as my fingers wrapped around the girth, “No, I really can’t…..I’m on my period.” I lied.



“Well, you’re not fucking leaving me like this.” He panted. “You better do something fucking quickly or I’ll rip your knickers off and stuff it up your fucking arse.”



Scared at the veiled threat and horny as hell I began wanking him properly. It really did feel enormous in my hand; and it was incredibly sexy tugging on a young strangers cock while I could hear voices only a few yards away.



“Fuck that’s good.” He panted as he eventually pulled my tits out of the bra and began mauling them and sucking my nipples while I tugged on his cock and my hand became a blur. It must have been 20 years since I’d last done anything like this and I felt really naughty as I cupped his wrinkled ball bag and gave it a little squeeze the returned to furiously stroking his cock between my fingers. The lad suddenly stood up straight and threw his head back as he grunted and a string of cum landed on my skirt followed by a second and a third as I kept wanking him. My heart was thundering and my legs weak as he began pulling his jeans up.



“Thanks Missus.” He grinned as he tucked his shirt in, “I knew you’d fucking come through in the end.” With that he turned and left me in the alley to pull myself together and wipe the spunk off my skirt. When I’d composed myself I slowly made my way back to the smoking area where Kim and Sarah were waiting for me.



As a group of young lads sniggered Kim laughed and gave me a little cuddle.



“Did you enjoy yourself down there?” She whispered as she handed me a cigarette.



I was a bit dazed and didn’t know what to say so just smiled.



“I heard him tell his mate that it was the best wank he’s had in months!” Sarah giggled and nudged Kim.



We finished our cigarettes before returning to Kim’s house in a taxi. Ian was waiting for his wife and they repeated their antics from the previous week as I lay furiously masturbating while listening to their noisy fucking through the thin wall as I relived my own week moment in the alley, several times.



Kim had obviously told Ian about my indiscretion as he asked ‘if I’d had a better than usual night’ the following morning as I sat with him in the kitchen in my dressing gown. I felt my face go bright red and my nipples stiffen as I nodded and sipped my coffee.



“You might have guessed that she takes some satisfying.” Ian smiled and raised his eyes to mean his wife, “So I don’t mind her having a bit of fun on a night out. She can only guess at what I get up to on my nights with the band.” He was grinning now and staring at my nipples. “As long as she comes home, I’m happy……I’m always happy to get sloppy seconds!” I blushed again and made my excuses before swivelling off the high chair; accidentally giving him another flash of my dark pubes (I really should wear panties when visiting friends).



By now Ian usually kissed me on the cheek as I left but this particular morning he got a good handful of my arse at the same time and I did nothing to stop him.



I drunkenly wanked a different young lad in the same alley the following week, letting him lift my skirt to spunk on my knickers and tights; which I smeared over my face in bed as I fingered myself to 3 more orgasms..



Because of my Birthday celebrations I had a couple of fun but sexually barren weeks until a month after my Birthday when I had an absolutely crazy night. I was in a particularly playful mood (can’t think why) when I arrived at Kim’s house in trousers and a t-shirt, with my ‘going out clothes’ in my bag.



I’d deliberately selected a black and silver bra that showed lots of cleavage and made my boobs nearly fell out as I stepped out of my jeans and revealed a matching tiny lace g-string. I then took out a black chiffon blouse followed by a shortish black pleated skirt and an expensive pair of wide holed fishnet tights.



But when I pulled my new knee high ‘Adam Ant’ boots out of the bag Ian let out a wolf-whistle.



“Easy there; tiger.” Kim laughed; as she pulled her own sexy panties on; “let’s just hope you can keep that image in your head for when I come home!”



We had another great night wandering from pub to pub; I even ‘tached on’ with 5 or 6 different guys who all fondled my arse and boobs, much to my delight. We eventually ended up at the usual club; where the doormen greeted us like Stars.



I felt like I was the centre of attention with a couple of young guys vying for my attention; until I was approached by a squat, tattooed muscleman. My heart was thumping and my chest heaving as he started dancing with me. He was a pretty nifty mover and we eventually chatted for a few minutes after he bought me a drink. With the loud music, conversation was at a minimum but I understood that he was supporting a friend at a body-building competition that was being held in town. He soon made me giggle by trying to put his hand up my skirt to see if I was wearing stockings then he suddenly kissed me full on the lips. I thought that I was going to feint. After kissing my mouth dry inside the club he made his intentions very clear when he followed me outside for a smoke. He repeated his previous actions by kissing my neck and ears while running his hands up my skirt; all the time whispering that he wanted me to go back to his hotel to fuck me.

This is a story that’s about 90% true. Names were changed, and some other little things. Please forgive any mistakes you’ll find. I think the last story I wrote was a book report in grade school. So this is my first story here. Be gentle please, but feedback, voting, or email is fine. I will write other stories about the past if I get enough good feedback. Hopefully Enjoy!



Slow_Roosevelt



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The little crowd that surrounded the truck started cheering and making whooping noises, waiting for the show to start. She lowered her thong and took one foot out of them as she squatted. My eyes were on the screen of the handheld digital recorder capturing the event, while my boss /best friend, Mark, was smiling ear to ear taking pictures with his digital camera. This was his game. He loved to see how far he could push people out of their comfort zone sexually. He was a master in his ‘Art’.



The blonde haired college beauty was up in the bed of his truck with the tailgate down. She was wearing a green halter top with a short skirt. In her current stance, with the help of the neon and strobe lights coming off the tattoo shop, you could tell she was shaved. She opened up her lovely pink folds with 2 fingers as her face turned flush. “She is actually going to do it” I said to myself. The truck was parked next to a 4 lane street, and even this late at night, the cars passing could see what was going on. There was a lot of honking and whistles coming out of the cars that were driving by. It was a very busy road that ran straight into downtown Fort Worth. The traffic helped business, and we were known for certain ‘antics’ that went on at the shop. I think that’s why women like this one were coming to our shop a lot. Must have looked like a fucking Girls Gone Wild filming. Mark looked over with a wink and then yelled…



“Come on, we ain’t got all night girl. Think of waterfalls.”



“I’m trying, I swear!” The girl said while laughing. “I’ve got stage fright or something!”



This was making the crowd’s weekend, but to Mark and I…it was just a little entertainment to end a night of work at the studio. A few minutes later some relief came over her face and a little trickle turned into a stream of pee. She was a little drunk, and her friends that were there started clapping. When finished, she pulled her thong back on while staring at me. A little impish grin crept up on the sides of her lips. She hopped off the truck and went to her friends while they all giggled.



After the show, we walked in the shop. There were three stations for tattooing and a long hall for all the artwork to hang on, for people to hang out, and few places to sit. To the left was the private office for piercing. My boss and I shared this space. Complete with a TV that had every single channel on satellite, thanks to some hook up he had swapped out no doubt for a tattoo or something. It was always on some hardcore porn channel. Full security system including 10 cameras that went around the shop and into the main waiting area. The crowd dispersed except for the people waiting to be tattooed. Mark had me setup the tray for a tongue piercing.



I laughed. “You made her do all that for a free tongue piercing?”



“She wanted it for free. Why? Do you think I got ripped off?” He grinned. Always the smart ass.



I had been working there since I was 17. I was now 21. As a piercer I knew this would cost him 3$ for everything, even though we charged 40$ a piercing. I didn’t think it was much of a fair deal for her, but then again I wasn’t the one who agreed to it. After so many of these, I wasn’t even shocked anymore. I’d seen and filmed everything from women masturbating with different objects that Mark had found humorous; to women who would stick fingers in their asses and re lube their fingers with their mouths several times before he said they could stop. Women would get naked and make out. Every once in a while, I would need to step out of the room. I’m not gonna try and play psychologist to figure out why they did it. For the rush, just to be bad, the thrill, or just the money. Anyway, now he had a pee vid to add to his collection. I’m guessing everything in between also.



I just laughed harder. “You never cease to amaze me man. How did you know she would do it?”



“When you’ve worked here long enough young skywalker, you too will be able to sense these things!” He said in a mock voice.



Rolling my eyes, I asked. “No really, they all look the same in their little skirts and bubbly attitudes?”



“Just flirt dude. Hint about something that could possibly offend them, if it doesn’t then push a little further. Always look ‘em in the eyes, they never lie. Keep a lookout for body language, if she really wants you to know, it will be there”



To tell the truth I’m totally clueless if a woman likes me or not, unless they come out and tell me or some really obvious like a kiss, asking me out, or grabbing me etc. I just don’t pick up on hints.



I wasn’t a virgin, but growing up Southern Baptist in TX. At a private school… That’s really not a subject they touch on. It was only till high school I finally went to public school. All hell broke loose after that. I went from a tie wearing goodie goodie, to a pure bad boy by the time my sophomore year came around. Mark had been the brother I never had. He was the owner of the tattoo shop and after he offered me a job, my education about body art and women began.



Mark was 35, and doing well with the shop. I wasn’t anything to write home about. I’m about 5’8, a lil on the big side, brown spiky/messy hair with my fair share of piercings, a regular sized 6 inch dick(pierced, imagine that). I am a little bit wider than average, with a proportionate head to my width. Just one tattoo on my neck, in white ink, that glows in the black light. Just a word. Actually the only thing I’ve ever been complimented on was my blue “piercing eyes”, cute nose, and full lips that were “soo kissable”. Needless to say my self esteem had never been quite that high. Didn’t help much that I was dealt a massive blow when my 5 year relationship with Jenny had ended very badly. That’s another story though. It was still in the back of my mind as it had only been a couple of months.



Mark continued. “The two of the four girls in blue shirts out there are snobs, they’re only here because she wanted to get her tongue pierced and decided to tag along. The other 2 want you bro.”



“Who?” Pee girl and the short haired one?” Swaying my head in disbelief.



“Yeah, they’ve both been staring at you all night. You didn’t see that smile she gave you in the truck?”



“That was for the camera, she was just being playful. Besides she’s been hanging onto the short haired girl all night. She’s gay.”



“No, not gay. She might be bi, but not gay. There’s potential for a lot of fun there bro!”



“Whatever Mark, you ready?”



“Yeah, send her in.”



I opened the door and let her know he was ready.



“Can I bring a friend in, I’m nervous.”



The girl could pee in public but was nervous about this. I just shook my head and snickered.



“Yeah, one person can come in with you.”



“Chaz, will you come in with us? I’m scared.” Hillary asked me. (The girl with the green tank top) She was grinning and started giving me these puppy dog eyes that made Bambi look like a heroin-chic CK model.



“Yeah come on, we thought you were going to be doing the piercing anyway.” The girl with the pink halter top chimed in. I later found out her name was Tina. They were both lookers. Very sexy curves in all the right places. As to how they knew my name, I wasn’t sure. I grabbed a stool and after a couple of minutes of calming her down, she left with her brand new piercing, standing out in the lobby showing her other friends.



“See I told ya.” Mark said while disposing of the trash.



“Told me what? Did I miss something? She said one thing to me; hardly think she was begging for my dick.”



“Watch this.” He skipped to camera 10 which showed the lobby. They were standing there. They kept turning around looking at the closed piercing room. There was no sound on the cameras. All I could see was the 2 girls talking with one of our tattoo artists, and pointing at the door. Don came in, and said I was wanted in the lobby.



“Hey, what’s up?”



“Hey, we were wondering if you would like to come to a party tomorrow.” I looked over towards the 2 snobs who were looking irritated and just wanting to leave.



“Where is it going to be at?”



“At the sorority house.”



I didn’t want to attend a party where snobby bitches were going to be looking down at me all night. I was hesitant, and the girls must have seen it in my face.



“Don’t worry, they’re always like that, the rest of the house is fun! It’s free liquor, and we promise to make it worth your while.” There was that grin again. The pert B cups staring back at me were hard to resist, but I’m an ass man all the way. I had caught myself stealing a glance at ‘em through the night. Who am I kidding? It’s the first fucking thing I try to look at when I get the chance.



“Ok, I’ll go. Just call this cell number, and we’ll see what happens. Oh, one stipulation. At no time during the party while I’m there will you pee in public, please.” I said with a laugh and smirk. They both laughed and Hillary replied in mock surprise. “Oh, I thought you liked that.”



“No, that’s my boss’s kink, not mine.”



“Really?” Well then what’s the dirty secret Mr. Chaz is holding back?”



“Umm, that’s a pretty personal question.” I said with a raised eyebrow.



Mark must have been listening. He came out of the door knowing I wasn’t about to tell her. “Aww, come on, tell me.”



“Tell her what?” Mark couldn’t pass up this conversation.



“What his kink is?”



“Anal. Although not really a kink I think, just a preference. Now ATM, that’s a kink. He smiled and went over to the artist’s station. Yup, that’s my best friend, always going for shock and awe. To my surprise she didn’t even flinch. I thought the ass-mouth reference would send them running for the door. “THANK YA MARK!” I said in a highly exaggerated voice.



“Hmm… Maybe you should of setup the dare tonight.” Hillary said as a sly smirk came across her face. I didn’t know how to respond. I had only been in the one long relationship and was still awkward and shy around girls. The flirting was easy, but once it came down to serious conversation I would lock up like a virgin in a whore house.



They left and the shop closed an hour later. After getting paid for the night, I was off in my car blaring my favorite band, TOOL. Window down just cruising home, while the streets were empty. This was my favorite time. 2 in the morning, wind in my hair, and the placing looking like a ghost town. I was in my own world till I noticed that fucking car. My cell phone went off with a text message, but I was too irritated to take it now. “Motherfucker” I mumbled. This damn red Honda had been following me home on and off for the last 3 weeks. It had tinted windows so I could never see who the driver was. A week earlier I had gotten out of my car at a light and ran toward the car, but they sped off, only to catch me later on down the road. My apartment hadn’t been broken into (yet), which is what I thought this was all about. Maybe checking to see if my schedule ever changed? My Ex had crossed my mind. Maybe she was seeing if I was already bringing home girls. Jenny fucked up bad, but I didn’t think with all the shit she put me through, that she’d be following me.



I pulled into a parking spot and my phone went off again with another text. Ignoring it, I got out of the car, and shut the door. This is when the car always pulled off. I was going over in my head if I had pissed anyone off, but I pretty much got along with everyone. Shrugging it off, I was home at last. A shower seemed like heaven, so after that I had a snack and lay down on my bed.



A few minutes later my reminder buzz went off on my phone. I checked the first one which was from a phone number I didn’t know. It was a few pictures from Hillary and Tina. They were both bent over with their asses spread and looking back at the camera. “God these chicks are evil” I thought to myself. There was another where one had taken a small dildo up their butt. It was out of focus and grainy so I couldn’t really tell who was who. The last was a picture of them both naked standing in a bathroom naked, with huge smiles on their faces.



“I hate it when Mark is right” I said out loud. The next text was from them also. It said “Better come to the party or you will be in trouble :P ”. I was hard as a rock. It was going to be easy to get off and have a good night sleep. I texted back “Whatever…you’re jus a bunch of teases”. I figured they were asleep by now. So I dropped my phone and looked for a sock I could jerk off into. Guys, don’t even act like you don’t know what I’m talking about.



My phone buzzed, and I flipped it open.



“I’m not a tease! I just know what I want.”



I decided to leave it at that and relieve myself to the pictures. Soon after my body gave out, and I was sound asleep. I woke up around noon. Made some tea and went out on the balcony. My next door neighbor, Amy, was out sun tanning as usual. I wondered where her girlfriend was. They had moved in before me and after getting to know them, I found out they were a couple. There was nothing bi about them. Amy was normal and fun to talk to, but Michelle was a man hater. Needless to say we didn’t get along all that well, but she tolerated me.



“What’s up rug muncher?” We were always joking with each other.



“Nothing much dick licker. How ya been?”



“Ok I guess, you?”



“I’m good. So whatcha doin on this gorgeous Saturday?”



“Just gonna clean up a lil round the house, and maybe go to a party tonight.”



“Where’s the party?”



“It’s at a sorority, got asked to go by these 2 girls last night.”



Arching her eyebrow I could tell she was getting interested. “Really? 2 girls huh? What sorority?”



“I dunno, they haven’t called me with a time or place yet. If that doesn’t work out I’m sure my friends will have something going on.”



That’s when the man hater came out. She looked at me with a frown. Ever since me and the ex had broken up, she acted liked I was trying to move in on her girl. I was really gett’n tired of this bitch.



“Hey freak, we don’t want to hear about your latest conquests, ok?” Alright, fuck it. Let’s go there.



“Seriously-if I stuck my cock in your mouth, would you shut the fuck up?”



“Wha… You’re a fucking asshole!”



“Hey-Don’t blame me for the wound in your crotch. By the way, you owe us a rib… man hating bitch.”



Amy burst out laughing. She was almost in tears, and must of got a look from the butch to come inside.



“Well, you’ll have to let me in on the details later. I gotta go… c ya.”



“Later.”



Man that felt good. I recently started to say what I was thinking. My relationship had turned me into a little pussy whipped dog boy afraid to open my mouth. If the new me was an asshole… “Eh, Fuck it. Then so be it!” I thought. After cleaning the house I called some friends up to see what they were doing tonight. Mostly strip clubs and dance bars were on the list. I must of dozed off, cuzz when I woke up my phone was buzzing with a few text messages. I looked at the clock and it was 8pm. All the messages were from Hillary. The first was telling me where the party was and to show up around 8(oops). Another one was asking if I was coming or not. The last one was just a “hello?” I sent her a message back saying that I would be there. A few seconds later her message came through and it said “can’t wait!!”



About an hour and a half later, I knocked on the door and could hear the bass from the music outside. The door opened and a girl with a notebook stood there. She looked me up and down with a smiling expression. “Here we go…” I thought to myself.



“Name?” she asked. I sighed, already tired of this game.



“Chaz.” She looked at her list.



“Ahh here we are. Tina and Hillary’s guest.” She looked up with a raised eyebrow. “Well stud, looks like your VIP, enjoy the party. She wrapped me a paper bracelet and secured it to my wrist.



“VIP?” I asked.



“Oh, it just means the girls paid for you to get in, and bought your drinks. It also allows you to go upstairs without …umm being escorted. Doesn’t happen very often.” She said with a smile. “Enjoy.”



I had a feeling I wasn’t gonna have a problem doing that. I didn’t know what was upstairs, but I needed to find the drinks quick. This place was jumping with people. The music was loud in the dimly lit rooms, and the concert lighting was swirling all around like a real dance club. Hot chicks were everywhere! As I wondered around I finally found the beer. With no signs of Hillary and Tina, I polished off a few from the keg. Then I saw my vice. I threw down 2 doubles of jager. I heard a voice from behind me.



“Chaz?” As I turned around 2 women stood there with shocked looks on their faces. I didn’t recognize them, and didn’t want to be rude.



“Umm hey, how’s it going?” They looked vaguely familiar now, but still didn’t know where I knew them from.



“You don’t remember us do you? We used to come up to shop all the time. You pierced my naval.”



“Oh right, now I remember, it’s ummm…”



“Amanda and that’s Michelle.” She replied. Yeah right, like I’d remember the names of every naval piercing I did. I tried to recover quickly with the athletic looking college hotties. I didn’t want to come off as a complete jerk.



“Well, I’m glad I found someone I know at this party. I was about to leave if things didn’t get better.”



“Please… you prolly know half the people here. What do we have here?” Looking at the bracelet. “VIP huh? You must know someone at this party very well.”



“I met Hillary and Tina at the shop and they invited me, I don’t really know them. I came to the door and the girl put this on me.” I shrugged.



“Well since your hosts aren’t here, why don’t you come with us into the game room…?” Then my hosts decided to show.



“Ahem.” Turning again, I see Hillary and Tina with pissed off faces and arms crossing their chests. ‘Oh well, looks like I’ll be off to the game room if this doesn’t work out.’ I thought to myself.



“Ah, there you are.” I said to Hillary.



“And where exactly where you about to go?” I stammered, and looked between Amanda and Hillary.



“I was just talking to some friends.” After a few seconds Hillary started laughing.



“I’m just messing with you, loosen up a bit.” Which is exactly what I had been doing, and progress was great. I was starting to get a buzz. I excused myself from the 2 I had been previously talking to and Hillary and Tina led me through the house, crossing the dance floors. Seemed like a lot of people knew me, from the shop again I’m sure. I just said hi back, and did a few double takes on some very hot looking girls. I got slapped in the butt as Hillary just looked at me in disbelief. “Easy Tiger, I hope you’ve got enough to handle for the night.”



We ended up going up some stairs to where the rooms where lined up down long hallways. I was ushered through a door to which I assumed was one of the girl’s. It was a nice room for how small it was. Had all the usual furniture, desk, end table, dresser, and a bed. There were some pictures and posters on the wall. Hillary led me to the bed and we sat down. I saw Tina walk over to a tripod with a video recorder on it, as Hillary asked me if I wanted another drink.



“Yeah, uhh… sure. Umm… What’s with the video camera?” Then I saw the little red light go from red to green. I knew it was recording. Even with the room spinning a bit, feeling very uninhibited, I wasn’t digging the camera. Tina came and sat down on the other side of me.



As I lifted the beer to my lips and felt the cold beer rush down my throat, I began to feel two hot velvet mouths on either side of my neck. Hot and cold sensations ran through my body and my already rigid cock went to raging stone. I didn’t stop till the beer was gone. I let the beer drop down to the carpet as Tina found mouth. The other tongue had just licked the lobe of my ear. Then a seductive whisper came to my ear. “I can’t use my tongue or vaj tonight baby because of nature, but I still wanna play, and I don’t think that you’ll be in any way disappointed. Tina is ready to go, so let’s get more comfortable.

Circumstances compelled me to spend a month at my mother’s house. She lives alone in a small, quiet town on the Florida coast. The neighborhood sits across the street from the beach, but few of the residents actually enjoy the ocean–the average age of the neighbors is closer to my mother’s seventy years than my own forty-five. The shuffling of walkers and the occasional whir of electric scooters are the usual sounds punctuating the gentle background music of waves crashing on the shore.



The first two nights of my visit were unremarkable. I spent the day at the hospital with my mother, and returned in the late evening for a solo dinner followed by solo television and a session of solo sex in front of my computer. The monotony was oppressive, but I was doing my duty as the diligent son.



On the third morning I awoke to a welcome surprise–a cold front had rolled in overnight, dropping the temperature by fifteen degrees. It would provide a welcome relief from the heat in my mother’s fifty year old home that was fitted with air conditioning installed while Jimmy Carter was president.



It was still pleasant when I returned from the hospital that evening. Upon entering the house, I quickly raced through every room and opened every window. In less than one-half hour the house was cool and for the first time I looked forward to sleeping.



I went to bed a little after midnight. I undressed, opened my laptop, pulled up my favorite porn sites, and leaned back against the headboard. Thirty minutes later I closed the computer, wiped the juice off my belly, and laid down to rest.



With the windows open I was exposed to a new universe of sound–in the background I heard the steady rhythm of waves breaking on the beach; from two blocks away I heard a TV blaring the late night Sports Center; and just outside the window, the palm trees were rustling in the wind. I was sound asleep in minutes.



Sometime later I was awakened by the crashing of metal and wood against concrete. Grunting noises–both male and female–rounded out the cacophony. It took me a second to wake up and another second to realize what I was hearing. Someone is fucking right outside my bedroom.



I stood up and peeked through the front window. I saw nothing but an empty street. I looked out the side window. In the dim light I could see the wooden fence that separated my mother’s yard from the neighbors’. I could see the shape of the bedroom window rising a few feet above the fence, but there were no lights on in the house. Nonetheless, I knew that the sexual symphony I was hearing originated from the open window on the other side of the fence.



Cloaked in darkness, I squinted and strained, searching for a glimpse of the couple whose lovemaking had disturbed my sleep. But no matter how hard I stared at the top half of that window, all I saw was darkness.



As the sounds of the bed springs stretching, the headboard banging into the wall, the woman’s moans and the man’s grunts rose to a crescendo, I found my hand wrapped around my fully erect cock, stroking it back and forth. I stood at the window and masturbated for several minutes, driven by the sound of the couple fucking next door.



After a few minutes I realized that no matter how hard I stared, I wasn’t going to see anything; I could hear just as well from the bed as I could from the window. It made much more sense to lie down and make myself comfortable, rather than stand at the window jacking off and hoping I climaxed before I developed cramps in my legs.



Lying down was not only more comfortable, but it also freed my imagination. I could not recall ever having seen the neighbors, so I tried to picture the youngest, sexiest women in the neighborhood. There was a young mom on the corner–a little thin for my taste, but still pretty in a trailer trashy kind of way. There were two fifty-something sisters across the street; they were both heavy, but the younger of the two was a pretty redhead that I would fuck in a minute. There was a thick African-American woman two houses down with big breasts and an enormous ghetto booty; she would be one hell of a ride.



I was having a hard time thinking of anyone else who did not have silver hair and a walker, when I noticed that the two lovers were becoming much more vocal. She was urging him to push it deeper, and his grunts became louder and with every stroke. My rhythm matched theirs; I imagined that it was my cock pushing into the plump redhead from across the street. As her moans grew longer and more intense, my speed increased. When she started panting that she was cumming, I erupted–shooting my second load of the evening all over my belly.



I lay on the bed for a minute, and then got up and went to the bathroom to clean up. Without turning on any lights I grabbed a few sheets of toilet paper, wiped off the semen, and went back to sleep.



An hour later I was awakened again by the sounds of sex floating through the window. I didn’t masturbate this time; once is healthy, twice is self-indulgent, and three time is just a total lack of self-discipline, I told myself. Instead, I tried very hard to match the woman’s voice to a face. Despite my best efforts, I could not identify the originator of those moans. After a while, I gave up on memory and let my imagination take over. By the time her pussy was filled with her partner’s second load of cum, I was picturing a mid-thirties brunette, with wide hips, heavy breasts, and a shaved pussy. I imagined her the mother of two small children, descended from Eastern Europe, and perhaps a pre-school teacher or secretary. In my mind she was all innocence on the outside, and wanton whore on the inside. No matter how much of my creation turned out to be inaccurate, I knew I got at least one detail right.



The next morning I got up, showered, dressed, and put on some coffee. I opened the front door and walked to the road to pick up the morning paper. I realized that I did not pick up yesterday’s mail, so I turned and started toward the mailbox. My mother’s mailbox shares a post with the neighbors’ box, which is located at the end of their driveway. Just as I stepped toward the post, the front door of the neighbors’ house opened. An older woman in a knee-length pink robe emerged from the house and walked toward the end of the driveway. Most of her brassy blonde hair–with dark brown and grey roots–was piled on top of her head and held in place by a large plastic clip; several locks had escaped confinement and were blowing in the breeze. As she walked toward me I could see that she had a pretty face beneath the smear of last night’s make up. I guessed her age to be around sixty-five, but it could easily have been five years in either direction.



“Beautiful morning,” she called to me.



“I love this weather,” I answered.



The woman stepped over her newspaper, turned to face me, and then bent over and reached for the bundle. The top of her robe opened, revealing almost all of her breasts. They were a nice size–probably a C-cup–but had long ago lost the war with gravity. Her brown nipples stood out in the cool morning air. She reached for the paper, lingering a little longer than necessary in the bent forward position. A second later she grasped the paper and stood up. Her robe closed as she returned to the upright position. Did that just happen?



She extended her right hand in my direction, while clutching the newspaper against her chest with her left hand . I took her palm and gave a gentle shake. Was this the woman I heard getting fucked last night? I felt my cock stirring in my jeans.



“You must be Joanna’s boy. I’m Evelyn–nice to meet you.”



“I’m William. I’m here for a few weeks to help my mom, once she gets out of the hospital.”



“How’s Joanna doing?”



“The doctor said the surgery went well. As soon as she can get up and walk around, they should be sending her home. A couple more days, I imagine.”



“She’s lucky to have you here. If you need anything, just ask. My husband and I will do anything we can.”



“Thank you. I appreciate that.”



“Anything for Joanna’s boy.”



“Is it just the two of you living here?”



“Yes, our children are all grown. We moved into this house two years ago when Roger retired.”



It was her!



Before I knew what was happening, she pulled me toward her and gave me a quick hug. It was over in a second, but in that brief moment I caught a good whiff of her aroma. The scent of stale cum and rank pussy wafted to my nose, overwhelming my senses. No doubt about it–it was definitely her. I inhaled deeply, taking in as much of her funk as the morning breeze would allow, and then released her.



“Take care, honey,” she said. “And give my best to Joanna.”



I watched her walk away, and then I turned and went back into the house.



The rest of the day followed the familiar routine. A half hour drive to the hospital; sitting all day with my mother; flirting with the nurses; half hour return drive; culminating in another solo dinner. I did do one thing differently: Before going to bed I looked up some “over-sixties” porn. I was surprised not only by the sheer number of such videos, but also by how hot some of the women looked to me. I resisted the urge to masturbate; I just browsed the clips for an hour and then went to sleep with a raging erection.



I don’t know how long I slept, but once again I was awakened by the sound of the neighbors fucking just outside my bedroom. Just as I did the night before, I went to the side window and peered over the fence at their house. But unlike the previous night, light was streaming from the master bedroom window and the blinds were fully open. Unfortunately, the privacy fence between the two houses was doing exactly what it was designed to do–keeping my prying eyes from seeing the activity occurring in the bedroom.



Emboldened by the darkness blanketing the house, I raced out of the bedroom and parked myself on the family room sofa. The sofa sat in front of another window facing east and overlooking the neighbor’s house. I parted the curtains and peered in the direction of the illuminated window. The viewing angle was sharper, thereby allowing a peek at a different portion of the bedroom. Despite the altered vantage point, however, the view was still the same. All I saw was the upper portion of a pastel yellow wall. To make matters worse, the family room windows were closed, so I couldn’t hear a thing.



I stumbled to my bed in the dark, made myself comfortable, and started stroking my cock. This time I had no difficulty picturing the woman taking a pounding on the other side of the fence. Evelyn made it even easier for me by talking more and moaning less.



“Mmm,” she cooed. “Give it to me. Give it to me baby. Mmmm. Fuck me hard. Mmmm. Fuck me like a young stud.”



I almost blew my load when I heard that one. Is she thinking about me? Is she imagining that I’m fucking her? She knows I’m listening. She wants me to hear.



I went to the bathroom and found a bottle of baby oil. I returned to bed, poured some oil in my palm, and started a slow stroke. Evelyn’s serenade coaxed my erection to historic degrees of hardness as my hand glided up and down the shaft.



“Fuck me, stud. Fuck me hard. Give me that stiff, hard cock.”



I imagined Evelyn on her back, her legs spread wide, her breasts flattened against her chest, and her nipples sticking straight up. Take it baby, take my cock. I thrust into her as she wrapped her legs around my back, pulling me in deeper. Take it all, baby, take it deep.



“Mmm, that’s it honey, fuck me good. Fuck me hard.”



Honey! She called me “honey” this morning. Oh, I’ll fuck you hard. I’ll fuck you so fucking hard. My hand slid up and down my throbbing shaft, slowly gliding over the glans and making it twitch. I’m going to cum, baby. Get ready for it.



“Fuck me, baby. Fuck me like a strong young stud. That’s it. Fuck me good.”



Oh, I’m fucking you, baby. I’m fucking you. Do you like this cock, baby? Do you like this younger cock?



The bedsprings continued to bounce at a pace with the headboard banging against the cinder block wall.



“Fuck me. Make me cum. I’m almost there. Fuck me, stud, fuck me.”



Take it, baby, take it. Take it all. My hand was a blur on my cock. The baby oil had run down my shaft, past my balls, and was sure to leave a grease spot on the sheet. I didn’t care. This was the best masturbation session of my life.



“Yes! That’s it! Yes! I’m cumming! I’m cumming! Yes!”



I’m cumming too! Take it baby, take my load! Oh, yes! Yes! A massive load of cum shot out of my balls, up my shaft, and erupted onto my belly. Some of it may have splashed off my face. I wasn’t sure. I lay in bed for several minutes gasping for breath. Once my heart had slowed, I made my way to the bathroom and showered in the dark.



The next morning I sat by the front window, watching for Evelyn to retrieve her newspaper. I waited until it was time to leave for the hospital, but she never appeared. When I was out of time I left, more than a little disappointed. As I was backing out of the driveway, I saw Evelyn emerge from her house in that pink bathrobe. She waved to me as I pulled away.



That night I went to bed at the usual time. I awoke the next morning fully refreshed but disappointed by the fact that there was no repeat performance. I didn’t see Evelyn before I left for the hospital, either. I didn’t know if the game was over, or if I just didn’t know all the rules. Maybe tonight.



Or maybe not. I sat in my room watching videos for nearly an hour before turning off the computer. I resisted the urge to squeeze one out, saving my load for another session with Evelyn. I awoke the next morning thoroughly refreshed, fully erect, and backed up to my eyeballs with cum. I showered, got dressed, and went to the road to pick up the newspaper. Just as I turned to walk back into the house, Evelyn appeared. She waved me over, meeting me at the mailbox. Once again she was naked under her robe, as evidenced by the nipples sticking through the pink cloth.



“How’s Joanna?” she asked.



“Better,” I answered. “Unless something goes wrong, she’s coming home today.”



I stared at her nipples in an attempt to open the front of her robe with my mind. Evelyn shook her head, causing her breasts to dance from side to side beneath the robe. My cock stirred in my pants.



“That’s good to hear. I’ll bet she’s ready to come home.”



“Oh, she is. She can’t get any sleep in the hospital.”



“I know what you mean. When I was hospitalized last year, the nurses were in all night checking on me and doing tests and whatever else they could do to wake me up. It’s impossible to get any rest in there.”



“Yeah, I expect she’s going to come home and just sleep for a few days.”



“What time are you going to get her?”



“In about an hour. I’m going to put on some coffee, maybe have a little breakfast, and then take off.”



“Hey, I’ve got an idea. Why don’t you come in and join my husband and I for coffee. I just put on a pot. And I have some muffins I’m sure you’ll enjoy.”



Oh yeah, I definitely want to snack on your muffin. My erection must have been visible. I could feel it twitching.



“I’d love to.”



“Are you sure you have time?’



“Definitely.”



“Let’s go.”



I followed Evelyn to the front door. While walking behind her I admired her legs, which were toned and tanned. Her hair was as messy as the last time I saw her, but at least she wasn’t wearing last night’s make-up. She didn’t reek of sex, either, so I was sure that I had not slept through another late night performance.



We walked through the front door and entered the living room. That room opened to the back of the house, where her husband was already walking on a treadmill. The room also contained a stationary bicycle and a Nautilus weight machine. These two are certainly into fitness.



“Honey!” Evelyn barked in her husband’s direction, while tapping her ear.



“Yes?” he answered, pulling the earbuds from his head.



“This is William. He’s Joanna’s boy. He’s bringing her home from the hospital today.”



“Oh, pleased to meet you William. I’m Roger.”



He continued walking on the treadmill, not missing a step.



“My pleasure, Roger. The two of you have a very lovely home.”



“That’s all her doing. This is my room.” Roger waved his arm around, indicating the various exercise equipment. “I may be retired, but I intend to keep on living for a good long time.”



You’re doing a hell of a job of that, my friend. That’s some amazing stamina for someone your age. Beneath his tank top and his too small running shorts, it was apparent that Roger kept himself in good shape. He was no Charles Atlas, but–like Evelyn–he was toned, tanned, and in much better shape than most people a decade or two younger.



“This is a nice set up. Do you work out every day?”



“We try to, at least an hour a day. My doctor lectured me for years to take better care of myself, and now that I have the time, I make it a point to do the best I can. I apologize, but I need to pick up the pace a little. Tell your mother we wish her the best.”



“I’ll do that. She’ll appreciate hearing from you.”



Roger put his earbuds back in, adjusted the speed on the treadmill, and went back to work. Evelyn led me to the front room and maneuvered me to a chair facing the back of the house. She went to the kitchen, and returned a second later carrying a tray loaded down with a pot of coffee, two cups, cream, sugar, and a plate of muffins.



“How do you like your coffee?” she asked, taking a seat across from me and with her back to Roger.



“Just cream.”



Evelyn poured a cup, handed it to me, and then poured herself a cup. She picked up the plate of muffins and handed it to me.



“Would you like to try my muffin?”



My heart rate accelerated and my cock throbbed. Oh, hell yes!



“Sure, what kind is it?”



“It’s a special recipe: Oat bran, dried cranberries and acai, nuts, safflower oil, and sweetened with pomegranate juice. It’s a very healthy breakfast. Eating my muffin every morning is what keeps Roger in such good shape.”



I nearly spit up my coffee. My cock strained against my underwear, fully loaded and ready to go off at any second.



“I’ll bet,” I managed to sputter out.



“How do you like it?” she asked.



“It’s delicious,” I lied.



It was awful, like eating sawdust and sour apples. But I’ll say anything you want to hear if you show me another peek of your boobs.



“Roger and I both try to take care of our bodies. He wants to live a good long life, and he wants to enjoy all that it offers.”



“And you?”



“Oh, that’s certainly important.”



“But…?”



“I’m a woman. Women like to be looked at and admired. We like attention. Young women take it for granted, but wrinkled up old ladies miss it before they even know its gone.”



“I never thought of that. I always assumed that women get tired of being ogled all the time.”



“No woman ever gets tired of being admired.”



“I’m sure that Roger gives you plenty of attention.”



I glanced over her shoulder and looked in Roger’s direction. As I did, Evelyn’s thighs parted a few inches, offering a brief glance at her crotch. Was that her bush? It was only there for a second, then her legs closed and it was gone. My erection started to ache.



“Oh he does, but that’s not what I mean. It’s one thing to have your spouse admire you. It’s something completely different to have every eye in the room looking at you–to know that every head is turning in your direction when you enter, and to know that every man desires you. It’s exhilarating. In some ways, its what I live for.”



“I see.”



“That’s why women wear make up, stylish clothes, and fuss with our hair. We want men to pay attention to us. All men, not just our spouses.”

“That urge doesn’t decline with age? Don’t you get over it?”



“Never–at least not for me.”



“Does Roger know this?” I glanced over her shoulder again.



Her thighs parted, a little wider and for a few more seconds than last time. My eyes immediately looked down, where I confirmed my earlier suspicion that I was seeing her bush. Oh god, this is such sweet torture. I looked up to her face, as her thighs closed again.



“He gets it a little bit, but he doesn’t understand my need to be watched the way I am sure that you do.”



“How so?”



I looked in Roger’s direction again. Once again, she pulled my attention back by opening her thighs and giving me a glimpse of her pussy. My eyes darted to her crotch, where they remained focused until she opened her mouth to speak. I’ve become Pavlov’s dog.



“He understands that I crave his attention. But he would never understand that intimately exposing my need to be desired makes me feel more feminine–and more sexy. All he understands is that the when I am free to express my sexuality, our sex life is better. The mechanism that drives my passion is lost on him. But that’s ok. He knows he’s going to get a good fuck when you leave.”



“How does he know that?” I gasped.



I heard a beeping noise in the back room. I looked past Evelyn and saw Roger turn off the treadmill before taking a seat at the Nautilus. That machine was facing the wall.



Evelyn opened her robe and spread it wide, flashing her entire body at me. My cock strained against my shorts. Her breasts sagged and she was a little thick around the middle, but her skin was smooth and her shape was pleasing. Not bad, for sixty-five. Before I could even breathe she had already closed the robe and re-tied the belt.



“Because every time we have sex it’s a good fuck. Now, don’t you have to be somewhere?”



I stood up to leave. There was no hiding my erection. Evelyn walked me to the door, but stopped before opening it. She opened her robe and gave me a quick hug, pressing her soft naked body against mine. I’m going to cum in my pants.



“Th-thanks for the coffee,” I stammered



“You’re welcome. Stop by anytime.”



While driving to the hospital, I tried to make sense of what had happened. Evelyn was obviously flashing her bush at me, but I couldn’t figure out if Roger knew what she was doing. Is this some game they play? Or is she the only one playing? Is this how she controls him? She sure had me under her control. I couldn’t make heads or tails of the conversation. Only two things stuck out to me: her mention of “intimately” and “exposing.” She gets off knowing that I’m listening to her fuck…and I think she wants me to watch.



I had to wait several hours before the hospital completed my mother’s discharge. By the time we returned to the house she was ready for a nap. The cold front had moved on, and the warm weather was back in full force. As a result, I had to close up the house so that she could sleep comfortably.



My mother awoke just in time for dinner. I prepared a light, healthy dinner for her, but she preferred a cup of chicken broth. I ate dinner alone while she sipped her broth and watched television.



She was ready for bed by nine. It took me nearly a half hour to administer all her medications, dress her for bed, and set up her cushions and bolsters in a comfortable sleeping position. By nine-thirty I once again found myself in front of the television, spending another evening alone.



I turned off the TV at eleven and retreated to my room. I was in middle of perusing my favorite porn sites when it occurred to me that with the windows closed, I would not be able to hear Evelyn and Roger’s next performance. As an alternative, I searched until I found a clip of a mature blonde fucking a young dark-haired man, and used that as the inspiration for my evening wank. It was a poor substitute for Evelyn’s live sex show.



After finishing I cleaned up, put the computer away, and lay on the bed. I tossed and turned for an hour, but sleep eluded me. I was certain that Evelyn was planning a performance for me, and it frustrated me no end that I was going to miss it. “He doesn’t understand my need to be watched the way I am sure that you do.” Those words haunted me. I went to the window and cracked the blinds just enough so that I could see Evelyn’s bedroom window. No luck–it was dark.



I turned on the computer and answered a few e-mails. I pulled up another video, but resisted the urge to masturbate again. I went on Craigslist and browsed the personals. Thirty minutes later I turned off the computer and tried once again to go to sleep.



Five minutes passed, then the light went on in Evelyn’s bedroom. I went to the window and watched for several minutes, but I still couldn’t see anything from that angle. “He doesn’t understand my need to be watched the way I am sure that you do.” I had to do something, but I didn’t know what. I put on a pair of shorts and went to the back of the house. I peeked through the family room window, but I already knew this strategy wouldn’t work. As expected, I couldn’t see a thing. “He doesn’t understand my need to be watched the way I am sure that you do.” I had to think of something else.



I went back to my room and stared at the portion of the window glowing yellow above the fence. They’re probably fucking already. I crept to the family room, and then returned to the bedroom. I have to do something. I was pacing like an agitated lion.



There was only one thing I could think of, but it was too crazy to contemplate. “He doesn’t understand my need to be watched the way I am sure that you do.” I looked at the window one more time, and then I made my decision. I’ll do it.



I slipped out of my bedroom, and stopped to check on my mother. She’s snoring–perfect. I went to the back door and slid open the sliding glass door. Wearing only my shorts, I stepped through and closed the door behind me.



I tip-toed through the backyard until I reached the fence.



“Mmm, honey, just like that,” Evelyn cooed.



I couldn’t see over the fence, but my suspicions were confirmed. Despite the heat, Evelyn and Roger were going at it with the windows open. “He doesn’t understand my need to be watched the way I am sure that you do.” I opened my zipper, pulled out my cock, and started stroking.



“Taste me, honey,” Evelyn urged, “lick me right here.”



Having already cum an hour or so earlier, I knew that it would take me a while to orgasm again. I decided that I needed to make myself more comfortable, so I scanned the backyard for something to sit on. I crept over to the deck and picked up a patio chair, which I then carried to the fence–moving as slowly and silently as possible. Once I was sure that no one had heard me, I pulled out my cock and resumed jacking off.



“That’s it! You’re such a good boy. Lick it up, honey, lick my muffin.”



I recalled the conversation from earlier in the day. She’s performing for me. She wants me to imagine that I’m eating her pussy.



“Mmm, stud, you’re making me cum. Don’t you just love my muffin?”



My cock was as hard as it had ever been at anytime of my life.



“Oh! Oh! Right there! Mmm. Yes! I’m cumming! You’re making me cum!”



I stroked up and down, enjoying every sound coming through that window. I had never before masturbated outdoors, but at that moment the historical significance was lost on me. My sole focus was the woman spread out on the bed with her husband’s face between her thighs, licking her to orgasm.



“That was so good, honey, now it’s my turn. Feed me.”



I heard some rustling of the sheets, and then the next sound was a long groan from Roger. I imagined Evelyn swallowing his entire sword. I was close to cumming.



“Oh, yes, baby, yes,” Roger moaned. “You’re the best cocksucker in the world.”



It occurred to me that Evelyn couldn’t talk with her mouth full of Roger’s cock. Until she finished or moved on, all I was going to hear was Roger, and he was far less vocal than Evelyn. My erection started to wane.



“He doesn’t understand my need to be watched the way I am sure that you do.”



I debated myself for several seconds, and then made up my mind. Before my rational brain could reassert itself, I stood on the chair and looked over the fence.



The view was worth the risk. Roger was laying on his back with his legs spread wide. Evelyn was on her hands and knees between his thighs; her face was bobbing up and down on his cock. I couldn’t see that part so well–my view consisted of her ass and pussy. From this angle I got full confirmation of the bush I had only glimpsed in brief flashes earlier. My erection returned, with a vengeance.



Evelyn continued sucking Roger for several minutes. I stood on the chair and pulled on my cock, imagining that I was on the bed behind her, my erect cock stabbing in and out of her pussy. Roger grunted and groaned as Evelyn increased the intensity of her blow job. Five minutes later, he was on the edge of cumming.



“Suck it! I’m cumming! Suck it, baby! Suck it! Mmmmm! Yes! Here it cums!”



Roger pushed her head down, burying his cock in her throat. Evelyn swallowed his load, and then sat up when Roger released his grip on her skull.



“That was a big load, baby. Have you been saving it for me?”



“That was just the beginning. I’ve got plenty more for you tonight.”



“Good. I’m ready to cum again.”



Evelyn turned around and faced the window. I ducked, hoping that she didn’t see me.



“Mmmm, you’re so hard, honey. Are you going to give me a good fucking with that thing?”



“I’m gonna fuck you all night long. I hope you don’t have any plans for tomorrow morning.”



I heard the bedsprings squeaking. I looked over the fence, and was amazed to see Roger still lying on his back, with Evelyn straddling him in the reverse cowgirl position. He’s already hard again! I would need a half hour of recovery time, at least.



“Mmm, your cock is filling me up. Fuck me baby, fuck my pussy.”



My hand returned to my cock. I’m watching her fuck. I can’t believe I’m watching her fuck. Evelyn was completely naked, and her body was glistening with sweat. Her face was flushed, her hair was spilling over her shoulders, and her breasts were jiggling. She looked beautiful.



Evelyn glanced upward. I ducked, but not in time. Her eyes met mine, and she smiled.



This is crazy. I tried to get off the chair and leave, but my legs refused to move. “He doesn’t understand my need to be watched the way I am sure that you do.” I inched my head upward until my eyes cleared the fence. Evelyn saw me again, and waved.



“Oh, that’s it. Give me that cock. Fuck me stud. Fuck me like a young buck.”



She knows I’m watching, and it turns her on.



“Are you going to cum again for me? Are you going to fill me with your cum, stud?”



Roger groaned. I pulled on my cock, unable to take my eyes away from the action inside the bedroom. Evelyn continued riding.



“Mmmm. Fuck me. It’s so good. So good. Fuck me, stud, fuck me.”



I stood on the chair and jacked off. Evelyn rolled her hips, looked back at Roger, and then waved at me again. This time, however, it wasn’t a greeting. It appeared that she was waving me to come closer.



She doesn’t want…? I continued watching Evelyn and Roger fuck. Every few minutes she would look up at me and wave. Roger was oblivious. He was still laying flat on his back, with his hands behind his head, and looking up at the ceiling–if his eyes were open at all.



“Pound me baby! Get behind me and pound me!”



Evelyn climbed off Roger and resumed the hands and knees position. Roger knelt behind her, placed his cock against her pussy, and entered. He started slowly, but after a minute or two he was slamming into her. The bedsprings were getting a full workout while the headboard slammed against the wall. For a second I was worried that the neighbors would look through their windows and see me, but I quick scan of the other houses revealed that they all appeared closed.



“He doesn’t understand my need to be watched the way I am sure that you do.”



I had to get closer. I put my dick away, picked up the chair, and moved it to the far end of the fence. What am I doing? This is insane! I stood on the chair and listened. All I could hear was the animal sex emanating from the bedroom window. I hoisted myself on top of the fence and then lowered myself to the other side.



I crept to the edge of the house, where I flattened myself against the wall. I slowly eased myself to the window. Once there, I crouched below the ledge and waited for my heart to stop pounding.



“Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!”



“Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!”



I don’t know which was louder, Evelyn or the bed. “He doesn’t understand my need to be watched the way I am sure that you do.” I unzipped my shorts, pulled out my cock, and resumed stroking. I can’t believe I’m doing this!



I inched my head closer to the window and peeked. Both of them were facing away from me. Roger had his hands on Evelyn’s hips and was giving her pussy a thorough doggy style beating. How can that old guy fuck like that? He’s amazing!



I stood at the window and watched for several minutes. I was standing in the neighbors’ yard, jacking off while they gave me a live sex show. I wanted to hold out and cum with Roger and Evelyn, but I was getting too close. Any second now. But then Evelyn surprised me again.



“My backdoor! I want you in the backdoor!”



“What?”



“Use the backdoor!”



“Are you sure?”



“Yes! The backdoor!”



“But you never want it in your ass.”



“I want it tonight! Use the backdoor! You won’t be disappointed!”



Does she mean…? She didn’t say to ‘fuck her in the ass’, she said to ‘use the backdoor.’ She wants me to go inside the house.



“Come on, baby, my backdoor’s open tonight.”



“Do you want it in your ass?”



“Yes, dammit! Yes! Go in through the backdoor! Stop wasting time! Just do it!”



“He doesn’t understand my need to be watched the way I am sure that you do.” I edged around to the back of the house. I can’t do this. I reached the door and turned the handle. It’s unlocked! I pulled the door open and looked inside. This is breaking and entering. I stepped through the door. No it’s not. She invited me. I pulled the door shut. Tell that to the cops. She’ll deny it. I released the door handle. No she won’t. I stepped around the Roger’s exercise equipment and tiptoed toward the bedroom. “He doesn’t understand my need to be watched the way I am sure that you do.”



I eased into the hallway. As I turned the corner and approached the bedroom, the light suddenly dimmed. The entire house–and the hallway in which I was standing–became darker. I froze. My heart nearly exploded in my chest.



“Is that better?” Roger asked.



“Much. The overhead light was making my eyes water. This is more relaxing.”



“You’ve never complained about bright lights before.”



“You’ve never tried to shove that fat cock up my ass.”



“So was it the light or my cock that was making your eyes water?”



“Don’t worry about it. Just put some more lube on it and try again.”



I resumed my silent creep toward the bedroom. Five more steps. It was almost completely dark, but the floor plan was simple and there was just enough light coming through the doorway to illuminate my path. Almost there.



“More lube, please!”



“Just relax, you’re the one who wanted this.”



“You’re splitting me in two. Go slower.”



“I’m sorry. I don’t have a lot of experience with this, you know. Are you sure you want to do this?”



“Yes, dammit–just go slow and be gentle.”



“Is that better?”



“Ungh. Oh, god!”



“Are you ok?”



“Yes. It’s in. Now just go slow.”



I reached the end of the hall. I peeked around the corner. Evelyn was face down on the bed, with her hips propped up by a stack of pillows. Her face was pressed against the mattress, and she was clutching the sheets with both hands. Roger was straddling her ass, with one hand on his cock and the other on her hip. The only light in the room came from a small table lamp next to the bed. That lamp created a pool light just big enough to include the bed and a little bit of the floor. The table was between me and the bed, so it was impossible to be seen so long as I remained in the hallway.



“Why did you…?



“Because that’s what I want. Now just fuck me.”



“The feeling is incredible.”



“Ungh. My ass is so full. Your cock feels huge.”



“It’s the same size as always. It’s your ass that’s so tight. This feels amazing.”



“Slow down. Easy.”



“Ok–how’s that?”



“Better.”



“Why haven’t we done this before?”



“I’ll tell you what. Let me shove a cock up your ass and then you tell me why we haven’t done it before.”



“I was just asking. Anyway, this was your idea.”



“Don’t make me regret it. Go a little faster.”



“Mmmm. Your ass is amazing.”



“Faster.”



“Like this?”



“Yes. Perfect.”



The bed was squeaking, and the headboard was starting to slam against the wall. My cock was aching for release. I slowly unzipped my shorts and pulled it out. I stood in the darkened hallway and masturbated, while Roger was invading Evelyn’s ass a mere six feet away. My heart was pounding so fast I thought it would explode. The tension in my balls was building, and I knew it would be just a few more minutes before I erupted.



“Harder. Fuck me harder!”



“You like it now, don’t you?”



“Just fuck me. I want you to cum for me.”



“He doesn’t understand my need to be watched the way I am sure that you do.”



“I’m about to explode.”



So am I. Just a few more seconds.



“Fill me! Fill my ass with your cum!”



Oh, baby, get ready. I’m going to fill you with so much cum it’s going to be coming out your nose.



“Harder! Deeper! Fill me! Fill me!”



Almost. Get ready.



“Fill me! Give it to me! Fill me! Harder!”



Oh, yes! Just another second.



“Give it to me! All of it! Fill me! Now! Fill me!”



Ohhhhhhhh! Here it cums, baby, here it cums! Three huge jets of cum spurted from my cock. The first struck the wall. The second and third splashed on the floor. I continued stroking as a few more drops of jizz dripped onto the terrazzo. Fuck! That was so hot! When I was done, I leaned against the wall to catch my breath. I hope she has a plan for cleaning this mess up.



“Where are you going?” Evelyn asked.



“To go clean up–take a shower, and wash my dick.”



“Wait a minute. Lay here and hold me for a little while.”



How am I going to get out of here? Fuck!



“Just for a minute. I really need to get cleaned up.”



“Hold on. You’re not ready to go again, are you?’



“I will be as soon as I finish in the bathroom.”



“Those blue pills are absolutely amazing.”



“Another miracle of modern science. Between the healthier diet, daily exercise, and these blue pills, I’m going to enjoy my retirement for good long time. Now let me up. I need to wash.”



“Slow down and let me catch my breath, honey. Hand me the remote. I want to watch some TV.”



“Now?”



Yes! Turn on the TV, and make it loud enough that I can’t be heard sneaking out the back door. I tucked my cock back into my shorts and reached for the zipper. In my haste to get out, I pulled it up a little too quickly.



“What was that?” Roger asked.



“I didn’t hear anything.”



“Shhhhhh. I think there’s someone in the house.”



“Where are you going?”



“I’m getting my gun out of the closet.”



“NO!” Evelyn screamed. “Stay here and wait for the police. Let them handle it.”



I took off running for the back door.

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