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This is part two of a story. Any questions can probably be cleared up by reading the first part. It was not mentioned during the first story, but even though the story is written in first person, it hasn’t actually happened. This story was originally written for my Master as a fantasy of us, and it was him who inspired me to submit it. I hope you enjoy it as much as we do, and please leave me comments, as we do read them.


I thought it was over. I realize now that that was a stupid assumption. You’d never let me get finish so soon at home, so why should it be any different now? My body has stopped shaking, but my mind is in a totally different place. As we look out on the gallery – you had opened the curtains, but I am unsure when — I notice that there are a lot of different things going on. Some people are just watching, their gazes roaming until they see a particular scene they like, while others are engaged in different activities. There is a hot tub, several private dungeon areas with views out to the public, and a few rooms that are laid out like bedrooms with large windows.

As I watch I suddenly feel you secure straps around my ankles, then my wrists. Suddenly my mind is alert — where had those come from? As I turn I see the tray they’d been brought in on along with the cords laying there. I am curious as to what they are there for, as it’s not something we’ve done before. As you pick up the first cord, you hook it to the ring on the right-hand cuff, followed by hooking the other end to a ring suspended from the ceiling. You do the same with my left. I am barely able to move in either direction, much less sit or kneel. Next you fasten my feet to the floor; I am now spread eagle, for everyone to see. I am glad that my clothes are still on and intact.

“You have been very naughty lately.” You tell me as I hang in place. “I expect better of you.” I am bewildered by this as I have no idea what you are talking about, haven’t I been a good girl? What did I do that upset you? “You want me to tell you what you did?” You ask with a menace in your voice that I am quite familiar with. “Yes, Please” I respond, unsure of how to answer. My knees are shaking and my pussy is once again wet with anticipation. “You mean you don’t know?” you ask, the sound of your voice so forceful that my pussy starts to ache. “No sir.” I reply knowing that more than a mono-syllabic response at this time would be difficult to say as the connection between my brain and mouth has been lost in the confusion of being on display with a dripping cunt. “Well slut, that means you need even more punishment.” The smile on your face is wicked, and my nipples are hard just contemplating what might be in store.

You slowly disrobe me, untying the corset, followed by the halter. As the zipper on the dress comes to a stop, you freeze momentarily as it pools around my calves, and ripping the seam out so it comes away completely you say, “I guess that’s just one more thing you’ll have to fix.” You finish my disrobement by tearing off the thigh-highs, and tossing them on the floor.

I can see everything. Hanging bare, and half suspended, I notice a girl — a sub by the look of her — watching us. Her Mistress is punishing a male sub by keeping him erect, but not allowing him to cum. The girl is transfixed, her eyes watching us closely.

Your focus is completely on me. You start my punishment with just a touch, using your hand to produce small caresses up my buttocks and spine. A soft touch here and there, driving me crazy as my pussy drips hot juices down my thighs. As you reach up and caress my breasts, I notice the sub across the way has begun to touch her-self. She mimics your movements, stroking her butt as you touch mine, pinching her nipples as you squeeze mine.

I am brought back to us as something cold lightly touches my thigh. I can’t see what it is, but it is stiff and smooth. I am nervous, and unsure of what to expect. The object is removed, and soon your hands start to fondle my ass. You very slowly start to play with that hole. It is sensitive, and tight. You work first one, then two fingers in, and as I start to moan with pleasure I notice that the sub across the way is leaning over a chair with her legs spread and her fingers penetrating her ass. Watching her is making me even hotter, and my swollen pussy is throbbing in response to my heightened senses.

I notice that you are now using a lubricant, it is making it easier for your fingers to pump in and out, and I am having a hard time focusing on anything else. Suddenly, in one quick movement your fingers are gone replaced by the cold object, which I now realize is a metal dildo that had been sitting in a bucket of ice.

The pain of this sudden violation makes me scream out, and you spank me to remind me of who is boss. I quiet, shaking in my bonds as my ass seizes from the unwanted intrusion. Now suddenly aware of everything I notice that my screams have brought us to the attention of other curious club-goers, but my favorite is the sub, who seems intrigued, and unaware that she has drawn her mistress’ attention as she continues to fuck her own ass.

Watching them I am reminded once again of my own body. I notice that the pain and humiliation of my recent violation has made my nipples so hard they hurt and my pussy even wetter. As the dildo in my ass starts to warm inside me, my body stops shaking, but just as I’ve gained the power to stand I am reminded that this is punishment as you begin to administer soft whips with a flogger.

Your chosen device is a red leather cat o’ nine with soft broad heavy straps, and a large rounded handle. I know this flogger well; it is one of your favorites. You start, as always, with a barrage of light, petal-like strokes, lightly tapping my ass and back with just the tips of the straps. You are speaking, but my mind has gone fuzzy, I love the feel of the whip, punishing me with its light caresses, showering me with promises of pain and torture.

I can still feel my ass filled with your newest toy, throbbing around it, squeezing it intermittently, as your strokes become harder. I shake in my bonds, my body tensing and releasing with each blow as they become harder and faster. I know the moment that they are hard enough to leave welts on my back and ass, and it is this point that I find my voice, exploding in a chorus with every lash of my punishment. “Yes! Oh, God! Don’t stop! I’m sorry master! Oh! Yes!” After a few short moments, your flagellation ceases and my body slumps in its bonds.

As you carefully sponge my back, softly soothing me with words of encouragement such as “Its ok,” and “It’s done now.” I notice that the sub across the way is still in avid fascination. I’d expected her mistress to have corrected the behavior by now; instead she is riding the male sub’s cock while watching the girl as she uses the handle of the flogger to masturbate while watching us.

You unhook the cords attached to my wrists and ankles, and slowly move me to a long table which you have moved to a position in front of the audience. You lower me onto the cold surface placing a pillow under my head, and several more under my ass to prop it into position. You then secure my hands above my head and my ankles in a position that spreads me wide open at the edge of the table. Using your fingers you quickly bring me to the brink of an orgasm as everyone watches. Just as I am about to cum, you remove your fingers and, slowly rubbing my inner thighs you wait for my body to calm. By turning my head, I can see the girl across the way has not stopped, and she lets out a small scream, and collapses to the floor as her orgasm hits and her cunt squirts cum in several directions as it tries to escape past the handle of the whip in her pussy. Having watched her sub’s display the mistress, who has moved to the male sub’s face to be eaten out, finally has her own release and also collapses to the floor, both women writhing in their bodies’ sudden ecstasy.

Seeing that my own body has calmed from its near orgasm, you begin to use your tongue to explore my throbbing pussy. You begin by slowly licking back and forth along my slit, enticing my clit to swell and swirling your tongue around it each time you reach the sensitive nub. You slowly open my nether lips to your probing tongue as it delves into me. I writhe with pleasure as you probe my cunt; licking first just around it, then into it deeper with each thrust.

“Please Master,” I plead with you breathlessly, “Please, I need your cock!” You seem to take no heed, and wondering if you’d heard me I try a little louder, “Oh! Master! Please I need you to fuck me with your prick!” I can feel you smile, and I know that you heard me, but now I’m desperate, and my voice rushes out in a rather loud shout, “Oh my God Master, Please, Please, Please! Fuck my cunt with your huge cock! I need you to make me your slut! Fuck me now, Please!!”

Without so much as a word you quickly stand and ram my tight, wet pussy with your rock-hard prick; the force of which makes me scream unintelligibly with pleasure. You slowly remove your cock, only to ram it back into my snug little hole eliciting squeaks and moans of pleasure from me.

As your fucking becomes smoother, you begin to taunt me. “You like this don’t you?” you ask, “You love showing the world how slutty you are, don’t you?” “Yes Master.” I reply, softly. “So say it, I want you to tell your audience just how much letting them watch you get fucked turns you on.”

My response is slow, I don’t know how to word it, or if I’m supposed to speak to them, or just tell you loud enough so they can hear, I finally choose the latter. “Oh Master!” I shout, “I feel like such a slut! Oh Yes! I love that all these people are watching you fuck my taut little pussy with your big hard cock. Oh letting them watch as you stretch my pussy, and bang my cunt makes me feel so good! Oh, God! I have to cum! Oh Please Master, Let me cum!”

My speech begins to slur into moans and whimpers as I hold back my orgasm, until finally you give me a nod allowing me to cum. You pull out as my body shakes with its release and positioning yourself over my face, you grab my hair and begin to pump your prick in and out of my awaiting mouth and – just before you cum – you pull out squirting your semen all over my face and tits.

You close the curtains once again, blocking us from view as you unbind me and help me to clean us both up with the sponge and a fresh basin of hot water. Wrapping me in a satin robe, and packing the remains of my outfit and our toys into a bag, you slowly escort me out, and back to the car where you help me in and gingerly strap me into the seat-belt.

As I fall asleep on the way back to your house, it occurs to me, I never did learn what the punishment was for… Oh well, I’m sure it will come to me eventually…

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She shuddered as the drop of moisture slowly made its way down her inner thigh, the only chill against her flushed skin.

Her knees and sensitive nipples were pressed firmly into the soft mattress, her face buried in the pillow. She arched her back, thrusting her hairless mound and ass higher into the air. The pose was the perfect invitation to take her like the bitch she had become.

She shook involuntarily as another drop escaped her drooling cunt. She could feel the heat emanating from the furnace between her thighs. Her newly pierced cunt throbbed with a painful itch. Every fiber of her toned, tight body screamed her need to be fucked.

Slowly she pulled her arms from beneath her raised form and reached back to pull apart the toned cheeks of her ass. She knew she would be irresistible now — a filthy slut displaying her swollen, dripping lips and both tight holes, ready to be filled.

She felt his body weight shift onto the bed, moving powerfully to position himself between her knees. She bit her lip and waited anxiously as he lined up his thick shaft with his chosen hole, and then held her breath as she felt the head of his thick cock inched its way into her sopping cunt.

She gasped, allowing the air to fill her lungs, and then pushed back against his dick, driving it deeper inside her.


She flexed her cunt, desperately trying to hold on to the cock retreating quickly from her tight sheath.

“Nooo… please,” she begged.

“Jessica… wake up.”

Dr. Huang’s voice ripped her from her dream. She opened her eyes slowly, squinting against the bright fluorescent light that filled the familiar cell.

“Having a good dream were you?” Huang teased.

Jessica rubbed the sleep from her eyes and shifted beneath the soft sheets that were her only comfort in the small room.

Huang gave her an amused grin before reaching down and quickly pulling the sheets off her naked body. She stiffened as the cool air swept over her body. Her nipples, now permanently hard because of her new piercings, throbbed as the fabric brushed over them.

Without thinking, she spread her legs for him, as he had trained her to do. Her hairless cunt was slick from her dream and ached with a dull throbbing — a symptom of her new life as a perpetually aroused toy.

“Good girl,” Huang commented. He leaned in closer to inspect the progress of her clit piercing.

“Does it still hurt?” He turned his attention from her slick folds back to her deep green eyes.

“No,” Jessica hesitated, “It doesn’t hurt anymore, but it won’t stop throbbing.”

“That’s a good sign,” Huang smiled and rose back to his feet. He turned to retrieve his clipboard, which he’d set down on the exercise bench in her room.

“And your nipples?”

“No pain,” she responded quietly.

Huang raised his eyes from the clipboard and gave both nipple piercings a cursory glance.

“Stand up.”

Jessica rose quickly from the bed as instructed and stood before him with her legs spread and arms behind her back — just as she’d been conditioned to do.

Her new posture seemed very natural to her now. She thrust her chest forward to display her enlarged breasts and angled her legs to advertise her hairless mound. She made no attempt to hide her body, which was naked except for the simple black leather collar around her neck.

“I couldn’t be more pleased,” He gave her a friendly smile. “You look as though you’ve probably met your body mass targets, and it looks like your chest has filled in nicely.”

Huang took the opportunity to reach out and lift the breast closest to him with his palm, evaluating the weight and shape. Even his clinical touch sent an electric shock down her spine and into Jessica’s clit. She felt her cunt spasm involuntarily and bit her lip to stifle a moan.

If Huang noticed her reaction he ignored it. He released her sensitive breast and it fell heavily back against her chest.

“Now then, I’m going to take your measurements. ” He removed a tape measure from his coat pocket. “Hold your breath when I tell you to.”

Jessica stood still as Huang fed the measuring tape around her chest, brushing against her nipples. She shuddered.

“Deep breath,” he commanded. He jotted down the measurement on his clipboard.

He worked his way down and measured her waist just above the belly button before sliding the tape down to her hips. He made notes on his clipboard as he went.

“Doctor?” Jessica asked tentatively.

“Yes?” Huang answered without pausing from his work.

“What about Melissa? The girl I saw the other day.”

Huang didn’t answer her but did scowl. She dared not press the question.

Jessica had to struggle to keep still when he measured her thighs, his hand brushed the sensitive flesh between her legs — which were still no doubt a little wet from her dream. Next he beckoned her over to the electronic scale in the corner — she knew he would be pleased – she’d lost 13 lbs since she started on Huang’s aggressive cardio routine.

To her disappointment he jotted down the results without any reaction.

Huang checked his wrist watch, and then turned his attention back to Jessica. She tensed and renewed her efforts to display herself perfectly under his critical gaze.

“Jessica,” the authority flowed through his voice as he addressed her directly. “You’re going to come with me and we’re going to get you cleaned up and a haircut.”

Jessica nodded and Huang turned without offering any other explanation. He opened the door into the white, windowless hall. Jessica followed him, leaving her room for the first time since she had been pierced; it had felt like well over a week, maybe two.

He moved briskly down the hallway and Jessica followed dutifully behind. The twists and turns seemed familiar but impossible to memorize. Huang stopped in front of a now familiar looking pair of double doors and swiped his key to unlock them.

Jiao seemed startled by their entrance and leapt to their feet as Huang quickly entered the spa.

Huang skipped the greeting.

“Give her a haircut, get her cleaned up and dressed for her qualification review,” Huang spoke tersely. Jiao nodded obediently.

“These are her new measurements.” He offered a note to Jiao who reached to take it quickly. “And no delays this time,” he added sharply.

Jiao swallowed uncomfortably and submissively lowered her eyes.

“Yes, Doctor.”

Huang, checked his watch again.

“Two hours,” he offered and then strode quickly out of the spa, the doors closing sharply with a click behind him.

Jessica stood just inside the door, confused and not quite sure what she should do next. She turned and searched for Jiao.

The small Asian girl had moved quickly to the corner and was already busy collecting items from a drawer. She spun abruptly and locked her eyes on Jessica.

“You heard him, stop wasting time and get over here.” Jiao pointed toward a salon chair nearby.

Jessica walked quickly over to the chair and settled into the seat. The smooth leather felt strange but luxurious on her naked frame.

Jiao rolled over a small cart, similar to the one that Lucas had used for his piercing instruments. This time it was covered by a small towel, spray bottle, scissors and a comb.

Without a word Jiao set to work, combing Jessica’s hair and separating it into layers. As she worked, she mumbled to herself in a language Jessica couldn’t understand.

Jessica began to hear the scissors as the Asian woman began cutting. She watched as pieces of coal black hair fell softly onto her naked chest. It was a strange experience. She had always had beautiful auburn hair and never risked dying it. Her old life seemed so distant now.

Jessica made an effort to keep her neck straight, but Jiao still had to roughly push her head back into position a few times. The warm sensation from the soft leather seat on her bare ass and cunt also wasn’t helping her keep still.

Sometime later the sound of the scissors finally stopped. Jessica exhaled with relief, her neck muscles had began to ache several minutes ago as Jiao had pulled and tugged at her hair.

The small Asian girl stepped out from behind the chair and studied her work; she slowly turned the chair, evaluating her performance from every angle. She made a few last minute corrections with the scissors before finally putting them back on the cart with the other items.

“There, that looks great,” she commented smugly to herself. Jessica had to take her word for it; she couldn’t find any mirrors in the room.

“Now hurry and take a shower while I find your outfit,” Jiao commanded gesturing towards the back of the spa.

Jessica rose wordlessly and headed for the shower area.

“Don’t forget this,” Jiao shouted and threw a large fluffy towel toward her. “Be quick,” she added.

Jessica darted into the shower area, being careful not to slip on the smooth tile floor, and turned on the faucet. The temperature warmed up quickly. She stepped under the water and closed her eyes. The warm water felt fantastic on her sore muscles and stiff neck. She allowed the pressure to gently massage her shoulders and create a warm stream flowing over and around the contours of her transformed body.

She allowed her hands to roam, first kneading the stress out of her tense neck muscles and then exploring lower. She cupped her full breasts in her hands and slowly rolled her pierced nipples between her fingers. It felt so good, sharp bursts of pleasure shot down to her loins with every brush of her hand. Her arousal began to grow and her own juices leaked from her slit to join the warm water flowing down her thighs.

“You little cunt!” Jiao barked. Jessica’s eyes flew open to find the Asian woman glaring at her from the shower entrance.

“I told you to wash – not play with yourself like a slut in the shower.”

Jessica stood frozen, wide-eyed and breasts in hand, as Jiao angrily shrugged off her robe revealing her petite naked body. She moved quickly and was under the shower’s warm water before Jessica thought to speak.

The Asian girl wasted no time applying soap to her charges’ back. Jessica regained her senses and made an effort to reach for the shampoo.

“Just stand still,” Jiao ordered her voice full of frustration. “We’re in a hurry, and you’re turning out to be pretty useless.”

Jiao quickly finished soaping her back and shoulders with the wash cloth and began moving south. The soft cloth and warm soapy water felt fantastic on Jessica’s ass. Jiao paused to insert a slick soapy finger roughly into Jessica’s asshole, eliciting a cry from Jessica, before continuing down the her legs.

“Turn around,” Jiao commanded.

Jessica quickly turned to face her in the shower. Jiao’s head bobbed up and down between Jessica’s thighs as Jiao washed Jessica’s feet and up her legs. Jessica held her breath as the cloth traveled up her body and between her thighs. She spread her legs further as the soapy cloth spread her folds and caressed her slit. Jessica bent her knees in attempt to encourage Jiao’s fingers to move deeper inside her.

Jiao pulled away and continued up her body, soaping her abdomen and massaging the suds into each breast. Jessica was shaking with arousal by the time the soapy cloth had brushed her pierced nipples.

“No time for that right now,” Jiao spoke, some sympathy creeping into her voice. “Maybe later if we have you ready before Huang returns… now rinse off this soap and meet me back in the spa.”

Jessica nodded and shifted under the shower head as Jiao withdrew her naked body from the water. Once she was sure the last of the soap had been rinsed away, she shut off the faucet and quickly toweled off. She resisted the urge to touch herself, to push her fingers into the furnace between her thighs, but it wasn’t easy.

Jessica returned to the spa as Jiao was exiting the closet on the other side of the room. She carried in her hands a half a dozen plain white boxes of different shapes and sizes.

“Come here, we need to get your hair dry,” Jiao ordered as she returned to the salon chair in the corner. She placed the boxes on the floor and retrieved a hair dryer from a cabinet on the wall.

Jessica sat in silence as Jiao flicked the handheld dryer on and began coaxing the water out of her hair. It took almost as long to blow dry as it had to cut it. When she was finished she searched through the cabinet until she retrieved a canister of hair spray, clips and a straightening iron. Jiao set to work styling Jessica’s hair.

Several long minutes later, Jiao finally seemed satisfied with her work and turned her attention to the white boxes on the floor. She opened two of the smaller boxes both of which included shoes.

The first pair was made of what appeared to be high quality shiny black leather. They had a sandal-style open toe with a short platform followed by a tall stiletto heel that made it obvious their primary purpose wasn’t for walking comfortably anywhere except a bedroom. The heel ended in a thick black strap that would wrap around the ankle and close with a silver clasp.

The second pair was less subtle than the first, if that was possible. They were a tall gladiator-style heeled shoe made of translucent vinyl or plastic. The tall heel was less steep than the first pair but ended in a long pair of white straps designed to climb up the ankles and tie just beneath the knee. They were the type of shoe probably rarely seen outside a gentleman’s club.

Jessica held her breath as Jiao glanced back and forth between the boxes, carefully considering her decision. She let out a sigh of relief as Jiao placed the lid back on the gaudy stripper heels and settled on the classier fuck-me heels.

Jiao rose from the floor without a word, and padded quickly back into the closet. She emerged a moment later with another small, square-shaped box and a small bottle under her arm.

She dropped the new box and knelt down in front of Jessica as she opened the cap of the bottle.

“First things first,” she started. “Rub this oil over your feet, legs — all the way up to your knees.” Jiao passed Jessica the bottle. “Use lots of it, so they’re nice and slick.”

Jessica nodded and poured some of the thick liquid into the palm of her hand. She started applying the cool mixture to her knees and worked her way down.

Meanwhile Jiao turned her attention back to the newest box. She opened the top and pulled out what appeared to be a black latex or rubber leggings. She began to roll it from the top, preparing it so that it would be easy to step into. Jiao repeated the process with a second sock from the same box as Jessica finished applying the slick liquid to her feet.

“Ok then, we’ll try and make this as easy as possible.” Jiao retrieved the bottle from Jessica’s hands, and placed it next to the boxes. She pushed the end of the rolled up legging over Jessica’s toes, up her foot and ankle. She had to stop several times to smooth out the latex as it was drawn up her leg.

Higher the sock unrolled until it reached just above her knee.

“Stand up,” Jiao commanded.

Jessica rose to her feet. Jiao stood and began to pull and adjust the stockings until the wrinkles in the latex had smoothed out and it had crept up to her mid-thigh. The rubbery material clung like a second skin to her leg.

“Ok, take a seat again; we’ve got one more to go.”

Jessica sat back down again as Jiao wrestled her leg into the other stocking. It was a struggle getting it into place, but when Jiao had finished Jessica looked incredible. Both of Jessica’s legs, from toe to mid-thigh were encased in the pitch black skin. She looked as though she had been dipped feet first into a pool of liquid rubber. The shiny black effect perfectly framed her hairless slit.

Jiao seemed tired from the tugging and wiped the excess oil from her hands onto her robe.

“Ok, now the shoes.” Jiao turned again and retrieved the black leather heels from the box.

Jiao gently guided Jessica’s encased feet into the shoes and closed the clasps tightly around the ankles.

“Okay, stand up, let’s see how you look.” Jiao took a step back as Jessica carefully rose out of the chair and balanced on the shoes.

The stiletto heels were taller than they had looked in the box; they must have been at least five inches. The sole contoured steeply so that Jessica felt as though she were standing on her toes.

Jiao smiled for the first time.

“You look great,” she beamed proudly. “Turn around so that I can see the back.”

Jessica dutifully rotated on the steep shoes, turning so that Jiao could examine her tight, pert ass displayed obscenely by the tall heels. It was impossible for Jessica to keep her balance in the shoes without arching her back and thrusting her ass out invitingly.

“Perfect,” Jiao congratulated herself on her choice. “This look suits you better than the ‘cheap whore’ motif. We’ll keep these for your red-headed friend.”

Jessica swallowed hard.

“Can you tell me about Melissa?”

“Don’t worry about her,” Jiao scowled. “She’ll still be in one piece the next time you see her.”

“When can I see her again?” Jessica pressed anxiously.

“When they want you to see her.,” barked.” Forget about her before you get yourself in real trouble.”

The Asian girl turned her attention to the other boxes on the floor. She opened the largest box and pulled out a simple black leather corset. Jiao fiddled with the strapping for several minutes as Jessica watched quietly.

Soon it became clear that the breast portion of the corset was removable and Jiao was customizing the configurable pieces so that Jessica’s enlarged breasts and pierced nipples would sit uncovered on the leather shelf. Finally Jiao wrestled the surplus leather cups off the frame and tossed them back into the box.

“Raise your arms,” she ordered as she approached with the opened corset.

This particular design closed from the front and used leather straps and clasps instead of laces. Jessica lifted her arms above her head as Jiao pulled the material over her frame and began tightening the straps around her abdomen, working her way up to Jessica’s exposed chest.

“Deep breath,” Jiao grinned mischievously as she pulled the clasps tight.

She used her soft hands to gently push Jessica’s swollen breasts to sit perfectly on the corset’s shelf. Then she walked slowly around the girl to make sure the corset fit snugly in the back.

She stopped in front of Jessica once again and gave her a quick once over.

“Almost done, those stockings went on easier than I thought they would.”

Jiao reached forward and put her arms around Jessica’s neck and began to fumble with the clasps on her simple leather collar. The heels made Jessica tall enough that Jiao had to press herself against her to reach. Jessica moaned as she felt the soft cotton from Jiao’s robe covered-chest press against her sensitive nipples.

“I know baby,” Jiao cooed as she finally managed to open the clasp. “You just can’t help yourself anymore can you?”

Jessica could only grunt in response as she focused on maintaining her balance as her knees turned to jelly.

Her neck felt suddenly empty, and exposed as Jiao retreated away from her with the collar in hand. She’d become so used to the simple leather strap — the only thing she’d been allowed to wear in her room since her arrival — that she felt naked without it, even though ironically she was wearing more clothes now than she had in weeks.

Jiao noticed Jessica’s discomfort and smiled.

“Don’t worry you little slut, we’re not done yet.”

Jiao retrieved one of the smaller boxes and opened it. She pulled a larger collar from inside. This collar was made of similar thin, soft leather but was probably twice as wide — it looked much more like a collar than a simple band. Attached to the front was a heavier chrome ring and letters which Jiao hid from Jessica’s view.

Jiao approached Jessica before pausing in thought.

“This would probably be easier if you knelt down,” she decided and gestured to the floor.

Jessica complied and lowered herself to her knees. She assumed her conditioned pose, legs spread to display her hairless mound, wrists crossed behind her back, back arched pushing her breasts forward.

Jiao gently brushed aside Jessica’s hair and wrapped the collar around her neck, pulling it tight so that it wouldn’t move, but not so tight as to choke her. The heavier weight felt both strange and comforting to Jessica as Jiao made the last of the adjustments to the clasp in the back.

“There we go. That looks fantastic,” Jiao beamed. “Is it too tight? Are you having problems swallowing?”

Jessica swallowed several times.

“No, its fine,” she answered softly.

“Perfect,” Jiao declared. “Now we’ve just got one more important piece to add and you’ll be ready for your review.”

“Review?” Jessica asked apprehensively.

Jiao ignored her and walked quickly to a counter in the corner. She returned with a small makeup case and rooted through it until she’d found a lip stain pencil.

“Pucker your lips like this,” Jiao ordered.

Jiao applied a natural looking pink stain to highlight Jessica’s naturally puffy lips. When she had finished, Jessica braved her question again.

“What review?”

Jiao placed the pencil back in the bag and began hunting through the items she’d brought from the closet.

“It’s just like your appraisal,” Jiao answered while she searched through the boxes. “Just a check-up really, you’ll do fine.”

Jessica swallowed hard as her mind wandered to her last visit with the Appraiser. It had been a terrifying and confusing experience for her. She took deep breaths to calm herself.

“Ah, here it is!” Jiao cried triumphantly. She reached into the small box that had held her collar and retrieved a small silver bell about the size of a ping pong ball.

Jiao pushed her way through the pile of boxes and knelt down beside Jessica, fumbling with the metal ring at the front of her new collar, until the bell snapped into place.

“Oh yeah… Huang’s going to be pleased!” Jiao smiled.


Jessica stared back at the Asian girl confused.

“Bounce. Bounce up and down,” Jiao demanded again.

Jessica bounced on her knees, pushing her ass back and forth in a fucking motion, as the bell on her collar began to ring softly.

“Perfect,” Jiao laughed. “I thought about putting little bells on those sexy new tits of yours, but this is much better.”

“Would you like to see yourself?” Jiao grinned. Jessica stopped rocking and opened her mouth, unsure of what to say.

“Of course you do, come with me pet.” Jiao laughed.

She turned and began to walk towards a small door by the main entrance. Jessica stumbled to her feet and steadied herself on the heels. It took just a few steps before her body found its balance and she was able to walk on them as if she’d been training in the shoes for years.

Jiao pulled the door open and ushered her into a small room filled with floor-to-ceiling mirrors.

Jessica stood in shock as she dumbly examined her reflection, it had been the first time she’d seen herself since she had fallen asleep on the plane.

“Is that how you’ve been taught to stand?” Jiao scolded from the doorway.

Jessica shook herself from her stupor and adjusted her posture as she’d been trained to do. The transformation was amazing. She’d always been a slim girl, but now every inch of her body appeared firm and taut.

Her long auburn hair had been replaced by pitch black locks that fell down her shoulders, past her collared neck, to her large firm breasts. The corset thrust them forward obscenely. Her abdomen was flat but feminine and flowed down softly to her naked mons.

Her hairless slit glistened with arousal and guided her gaze further down her perfectly formed thighs and long, latex encased legs.

Jessica was overcome with arousal as she stared at her transformed body in the mirror. She felt like a toy, and now she was certain she looked like one as well.

Her eyes were drawn to the collar around her neck. The words “Fuck Toy” were clearly written above the silver bell – a symbol of her subservience to a single purpose, to use her body to provide pleasure. Her implant responded to her internal realization and began pumping endorphins through her body. Her arousal surged and Jessica couldn’t help but vocalize her lust with a low moan.

“Like what you see?” Jiao teased from the doorway.

Jessica fought to focus as the chemical arousal coursed through her veins and set off fireworks in her brain — permanently imprinting her new concepts of her body and purpose deep within her cortex.

“The good news is that we finished sooner than I expected,” Jiao’s voice invaded her thoughts.

Jessica wobbled on her feet as the intense rush of excitement slowly ebbed.

“Come with me,” Jiao spoke softly, and held the door open so that Jessica could exit in front of her. “How do you feel?”

“I’m alright,” Jessica stammered softly as Jiao led her across the room. “Just feeling a little dizzy.”

“Kneel here then, and catch your breath.”

Jessica sunk to her knees and crouched forward so that her forehead touched the hard tile floors. She felt as though she were burning up and the cool ceramic felt comforting.

“Feeling a little better?” Jiao asked after several silent moments.

“Yes,” Jessica spoke softly as the fever retreated from her body replaced with a light chill from the air on her naked flesh.

“Good, let’s not waste our time together then.”

Jessica raised her head slowly, and then opened her eyes to search for the Asian woman. Jiao sat less than three feet away in the salon chair. She’d opened her robe and raised her knees to the seat so that her hairless slit was thrust forward in the chair.

“Come on then, show me what you’ve learned to do with that tongue.”

Jessica made an effort to rise on her wobbly legs.

” Crawl,” Jiao corrected her.

The bell around her neck jingled as Jessica crawled forward until she was just inches from the Asian girl’s bare cunt. The familiar smell of Jiao’s damp mound was intoxicating. She could feel the heat from her furnace on her face as she leaned in closer.

Jiao reached down and wrapped her fingers through Jessica’s hair pulling her closer until her lips made contact and she spread Jiao’s slit open with her tongue. The Asian girl’s cunt was sopping wet as Jessica stroked her tongue up and down the slit, teasing the small clit peeking out from under the hood.

Jiao grunted as Jessica’s tongue worked back and forth over the sensitive nub. The Asian girl struggled to keep her thighs open as Jessica drove her tongue deeper, first pushing gently into her drooling hole before slinking further south over the sensitive skin to bathe her tight rear entrance.

“That’s it… you dirty little slut,” Jiao gasped as Jessica’s tongue pushed against her tightly clenched hole. She began to rock her hips back and forth as she neared her release.

“Lick my cunt, I’m close,” Jiao commanded through clenched teeth. Jessica altered her angle quickly and drove her tongue against her engorged clit. Jiao thrust her hips forward driving her cunt against Jessica’s mouth — then froze as an orgasmic wave ripped through her petite frame. Her fingers tightened this grip on Jessica’s hair as she let out a deep moan.

She was still for only a few seconds before she resumed thrusting her hips.

“Come on, you bitch, again.”

Jessica resumed her attack on the clit and moments later Jiao erupted a second time, this time squirting a sweet-tasting fluid against Jessica’s lips.

“Oh baby, that was good… again,” Jiao spoke softly as she started grinding her mound against Jessica’s soaked face. Jessica dove back in again forcing her tongue up and down the slick folds until Jiao shook for a third time and another burst of juice dribbled out of her cunt.

Jiao’s hips spasmed as she recovered from the third intense orgasm, her breathing slowed but she didn’t release her grip on Jessica’s hair.

Jessica tentatively stuck out her tongue again and began to press softly against Jiao’s throbbing clit.

“No… too sensitive there,” Jiao whispered, her eyes closed as the waves from her orgasm continued to flow through her body. She gently pushed Jessica’s head lower. Jessica took the hint and resumed lapping at the Asian girl’s tight back entrance.

“You’re such a good little slut,” Jiao cooed as she shifted her feet to give Jessica better access. “What are you doing down there?”

Jessica traced her tongue around the rim of Jiao’s asshole and gently tried to force the tip inside.

“I said what are you doing down there?” Jiao sounded inpatient as she repeated the question. “Answer me.”

“I’m licking you,” Jessica spoke softly before renewing her efforts to breach Jiao’s back door with her tongue.

“You’re what?” Jiao asked again sternly.

“I’m licking your ass,” Jessica answered again more enthusiastically.

“That’s better,” Jiao sounded pleased. She relaxed her clenched ass allowing Jessica’s tongue to push deeper into her hole.

“Mmm good little slut,” she moaned again.

The bell around Jessica’s neck jingled as she thrust her tongue deeper between Jiao’s cheeks. Jessica’s implant rewarded her efforts by steadily releasing endorphins as she rimmed the tiny Asian girl. Her own slit was soaked and dripped onto the hard tile floor, but at the moment her mind and body were singularly focused on bringing Jiao pleasure.

The door suddenly opened — Jiao clenched her ass with surprise pushing the tongue out of her ass. Jessica had been so invested in pleasing the petite Asian woman that she was confused why she was being pushed away and moaned softly with frustration.

“Jiao,” Huang spoke tersely. “I thought I made it quite clear that we didn’t have time for this today.”

Jessica spun around surprised.

“I finished early,” Jiao stammered.

“I’ll be sure to give you less time in the future then,” Huang scowled. “Is she ready?”

“Yes,” Jiao responded quietly, she leaned forward and used her robe to wipe her juices from Jessica’s mouth and chin. “All ready to go.”

Huang approached and circled Jessica as she remained on her knees, looking between the two of them, shaking slightly as she caught her breath. He paused in thought behind her. Jessica looked over her shoulder and searched his face for signs of his approval.

“Get a plug, nothing too big,” Huang spoke quietly to Jiao while his eyes remained locked on Jessica’s tight ass.

“Sorry, I didn’t see a plug in your notes,” Jiao apologized and padded quickly to the closet.

“It wasn’t in my notes,” Huang seemed less irritated now. “But I remember it being mentioned during her appraisal.”

Jiao returned a moment later with a small black rubber plug in her hand.

“Is this big enough?” She handed it to the doctor.

“It will do,” Huang answered after rolling it between his fingers.

“Get her ready for it.”

Jiao moved towards the cabinet to retrieve a bottle of lube.

“No. Do it yourself,” Huang commanded, stopping Jiao in her tracks. “From what I can tell, you owe her.”

Jiao gave him a scowl but turned and made her way back to Jessica’s kneeling form.

“Hands and knees,” Jiao spoke softly as she knelt down on the cold hard tile behind Jessica.

Jessica shifted forward obediently. Her pulse quickened with anticipation. She could hear the blood as it pumped through her ears, a soft throbbing that quickly spread down her spine and into her clit. She waited silently for Jiao.

Then she felt it. At first it was just a soft heat blowing against her perineum, and then she felt the soft tongue gently pressing against the sensitive skin between her holes. Jessica shuddered as Jiao dragged her tongue downwards towards her sopping slit.

Jiao expertly pushed her small tongue between Jessica’s lips and lapped at the moisture drooling out of her throbbing cunt. Then she began to move up, across her perineum again until her tongue dragged its way across Jessica’s rear passage. Jiao’s tongue lapped back and forth bathing her hole and pushing gently at the opening.

Then a new sensation, a finger, pushing slowly past Jessica’s drooling lips. Jiao rocked her finger back and forth gently collecting the natural lubricant pouring from between Jessica’s folds. The tongue retreated leaving Jessica’s ass hole feeling chilled as her wet skin reacted with the cool air. The finger withdrew leaving her with an empty feeling, her hips rocked back searching for the missing visitor.

Then pressure, a strong push against her tight asshole as Jiao pushed her dripping finger into Jessica’s ass. At first there was a dull ache, then strange feelings as the tiny Asian girl gently rotated her finger and stretched Jessica’s ass.

Jessica became comfortable with the invasion and relaxed her sphincter muscles allowing Jiao’s finger to creep deeper inside. Jiao alternated between thrusting in and out of the tight hole, and curling her finger. Soon Jessica was responding to the stimulation by rocking her ass back to drive the finger deeper.

“She’s ready,” Jiao spoke softly. Huang passed her the small black plug. Jiao slowly pulled her finger from Jessica’s tight hole. Jessica bore down on the finger, trying to hold it deep inside. She moaned with frustration as it slipped out.

Jiao licked the plug using her her tongue to coat the supple plastic with her spit, stopping once she was sure it was sufficiently wet to breach Jessica’s rear entrance. She spit on the girls ass hole once to prepare her for the trial that was about to come.

Jessica felt the pressure again, this time more intense as Jiao pushed the tip of the plug against her opening. It felt huge, at least twice the size of the Asian girl’s finger. The dull ache became a sharp pain as Jessica’s ass sought to block the intruder’s attempt.

“Relax,” Jiao purred next to her ear. “Just relax and let it slip inside.”

Jessica tried to calm herself, she tried to gulp down deep breaths despite the restricting corset. She willed her sphincter to relax and allow the plug deeper. It slipped further inside, filling her with a pressure she’d never experienced before. Inch by inch the plug slipped past her body’s resistance.

Then a push. Her muscles closed around the narrow handle locking the plug deep inside her ass. She flexed and felt the lip at the end of the plug press against her sensitive entrance. She felt full in a way much different than she’d ever experienced with a cock inside her.

Her mind immediately wandered to how it would feel to have both holes filled, and if her small body could handle the dual intrusion without tearing apart.

Jessica was dragged back to reality by Jiao’s voice.

“All done,” she chimed cheerfully. She gave Jessica a hard slap on her ass, pushing the plug deeper and eliciting a moan.

“Can you stand?” Huang asked.

“I… I don’t know,” Jessica groaned. She struggled to raise her knee and place a stiletto on the floor. The plugs movement inside her sent a wave of arousal up her spine, and her legs wobbled.

“I’ll help you then,” Huang strode forward and placed his hands beneath her arms. In one swift motion he lifted her off the floor, like she was no heavier than a doll, and placed her on her toes. The silver bell on her collar rang softly as she swayed on her feet.

“Balance,” Huang steadied her small frame until she regained control of her legs.

Huang released her slowly and Jessica carefully resumed her conditioned posture — legs spread, back arched, breasts out, wrists crossed behind her back.

“Good enough, it seems,” Huang checked his watch. “Come along then.”

He watched patiently as Jessica maneuvered slowly towards the door. Her normally graceful walk was changed by the plug moving inside her with every step. The small pert cheeks of her ass were spread obscenely by the wide end of the plug.

She followed Huang out the door and into the hall as the door closed behind them. Jessica struggled to keep up with his pace as he navigated the corridors.

“You are going to see the appraiser again, for your qualification review. Do you remember the instructions I gave you last time?” Huang spoke as he walked.

“Yes,” Jessica spoke softly.

Huang ignored her response.

“Do not speak unless spoken to. If you are given an instruction, obey it immediately,” Huang continued. “Remember to stand as I’ve taught you. I’m sure you’ll do fine.”

Finally they stopped in front of yet another nondescript door. He turned to face her and watched calmly as she steadied herself on the heels.

“Just answer every question honestly and obey every command. You’ll be fine,” he grinned. “And don’t embarrass me,” he added sternly.

Jessica nodded her understanding. Huang checked his watch once more and then hurriedly opened the door. She stepped through the door. Huang closed it quickly behind her.

The room was just as she had remembered it, big and brightly lit. The handsome Asian man and his busty assistant were seated in front of the raised platform, seemingly wearing the same tailored suit, as if they hadn’t moved since her last visit.

Jessica made two steps toward the platform before the Appraisers loud voice filled the room.

“Stay,” he commanded authoritatively. “I did not tell you to move yet.”

Jessica froze in place. The room was silent for a moment before the Appraiser and his assistant began speaking to each other, she had interrupted a conversation when she entered. Jessica couldn’t make out the words and could only dumbly watch as the woman nodded her head in understanding after each sentence.

Finally he paused. His assistant finished her note and smoothed her skirt with her hands.

“Come and stand on the platform,” he ordered in a calm voice.

Jessica darted to the platform. She stepped on top and shuddered as she felt the plug in her ass press inside her. She steadied herself and assumed her conditioned pose.

The Appraiser sat and stared at her for several long moments. His face was emotionless. Jessica swallowed nervously.

“Pass me her file,” he spoke confidently, without removing his gaze from Jessica’s transformed body.

He finally looked away as his assistant passed him the small folder. He studied it carefully, occasionally glancing up at her before returning his attention to the documents. Then he passed it back to her — she accepted it wordlessly.

He stood and walked purposely toward her, stopping a foot in front of her to study her form. She stifled a cry as he unexpectedly reached out and grasped her thigh. He shot her a disapproving nod and held his finger to his lips.


She swallowed anxiously, her mind torn between terror from being gripped by this man and the arousal flooding through her body from his touch.

“How do you feel?” He withdrew his hand and his calm voice shattered the silence in the room.

“Good,” Jessica squeaked in response.

“Good?” He smirked. “Just good?”

“I feel warm,” Jessica whispered. “From your touch.”

“Better,” he responded and began to circle the platform, disappearing behind her and out of sight. “Where do you feel warm?”

He pressed his finger against the plug in her ask sending another jolt of arousal through her body.

“Everywhere,” Jessica answered quickly as she fought to keep her knees from buckling.

“Be more specific,” he commanded from behind her. He withdrew his fingers from the plug.

“My thigh, where you touched me,” Jessica spoke softly.

“Where else?” He pressed as he concluded his trip around the platform.

“My chest and…”

“Your what?” He interrupted.

“My chest,” she repeated.

“Remember your training pet,” he commanded authoritatively.

“In my tits,” she tried again.

Disclaimer: All right, this story is not real. NOT REAL! Not to be read by anyone under the age of 18/21 yadda yadda yadda! I’d love to hear some feedback as per usual. please feel free to leave me a comment in the COMMENT Box at the end of the page. You see those big empty stars too? Maybe bump those up to five full ones? We wouldn’t want them to be empty now would we? All alone like that? You’re not a monster are you?


Newly appointed Captain, Amanda Thatcher surveyed her new vessel the U.S.S. Starjumper from the docking window of Deep Space Nine, a Cardassian space station now occupied by the federation. She had seen the diagrams forwarded to her by Starfleet command but there was nothing quite like seeing it first hand.

She let out a heavy sigh and folded her arms, only to unfold them again.

She was nervous.

This always happened when she was assigned to a new ship. The warp nacelle at the back of the ship whirred to life and was coloured with blue and red as the teams prepared to beam aboard civilians and their belongings.

It was a smaller ship, a Dakota class, rather than the two standard nacelles it had four thinner nacelles compared to the standard Excalibur class, a ship she had previously served on. The hull and saucer section were one and the same in the ship of a capital ‘D’. Looking at the side, it hadn’t struck her before but the bottom pair of nacelle were actually in front of the top two and were partly protected by the hull.

She had received a commendation as Captain after she took control of the U.S.S. Hastings, an Oslo-class Escort in a tangle with some rouge Gorn.

Thinking back to that dark day, the Captain had beamed over to personally aid the Gorn after they had engaged some Romulans. It turns out that the entire thing was a trap concocted by a disgraced Klingon general and his Reman ally. He had only just let out a warning before he, and the away team was killed. She had raised the shields and fought off the Gorn ship.

She had been summoned to Vice Admiral Norton’s office on Starbase 64 and was then promoted to Captain along with the Christopher Pike medal. To say she was overwhelmed would have been an understatement.

She smiled at the thought of how lost she was back then and now she had her own ship. Running a hand through her short golden hair, she was about to turn when she felt a hand on her shoulder. Looking over at the hand, she saw it was her Commander, Zorah.

He was a muscular Andorian standing at a mean six foot five, he hadn’t shaven and was sporting a goatee that wrapped neatly around his mouth.

“Captain.” He said with a goofy smile.

“Hello Zorah.” She replied, extending a hand. He shook it warmly as they exchanged pleasantries. His hair was combed backwards, giving it a spiky look. Zorah was clad in the newest uniform styling with the grey shoulder pads, a black base and the department appropriate colouring under shirt. As Zorah was Commander and second in command, his under shirt was red, the same as Thatcher’s.

“How’s the loading going?” She asked as they walked along the catwalk towards the cargo and personnel elevator.

“Good. All of the families are on board and now the crew are getting on. All the equipment’s good and our chief engineer is just running a few diagnostics.”

“Good, good. We’ll have to say our goodbyes to Kira and the team here. They’ve been very hospitable.”

“Indeed. Promenade.” Zorah said out loud, as the elevator whirred to life and brought them down one level. As they stepped out, Zorah quickly turned on one heel and was about to leave when Thatcher tugged on his arm.

“Commander Zorah! What’s the matter with you?”

“Nothing sir, it’s just… Oh by the spirits she’s seen me…”

With that a glass tore through the air, narrowly missing Zorah and Thatcher, smashing into a thousand pieces against the gun metal grey wall. Turning to see who the hell threw it, Thatcher was greeted with Zorah getting a slap in the face.

“You ungrateful son of a!” It was a shorter Bajoran woman with long brown hair that wrapped around her neck and rested on her right shoulder. She slapped him again and then rained down blows until Thatcher pulled her off.

“Easy now!” Thatcher warned as the Bajoran huffed and tossed her hair back. “And just who are you? His latest victory?”

“His Captain. Now can you explain yourself?”

“Oh it’s easy. This guy comes into Quarks last night and starts crying. I ask him what’s wrong and he says he’s dying!”

“Zorah?” Thatcher said, turning to face the blue skinned, white haired Commander.

“Don’t let him deny it! He said he was dying and only had a few more weeks to live! So I feel sorry for him and take him back to my quarters then… Well…”

Last night…

Zorah was tugged through the door by Rano Drake, a Bajoran waitress who was wearing very little. She tugged at her hair and it fell loose running over her shoulders. She looked like a Goddess as she pushed Zorah to her bed. Unzipping the top, she drew it over her sexy figure to reveal her… What was the human word for them? Breasts, that was it. He had always had trouble remembering human words as was the problem with being an Andorian. Their words were long and troublesome so everything had to be shortened. He had always believed that if something was worth saying it was appropriate to call it by the correct name. But that was neither here nor there, he was about to have sex.

Rano’s breasts were a sizeable 34C, ripe for sucking as she climbed onto his lap. Zorah sat up and took the left breast into his mouth, sucking on the skin, flicking his tongue against her hardening nub.

Rano moaned aloud as she hooked her legs around his waist and put her hands on his shoulders. Leaning back, she moaned to the sky, as he ran his hands up and down her back, admiring her soft skin. Swapping to her right breast, Zorah left the faintest saliva trail as he tasted her other mountain.

All the while, she had been grinding her lap on his and his penis had been hardening… Or rather his ‘dick’ had been hardening as one of the human ensigns had taught him. Breaking his lip lock with her tits, they shared a kiss as her hands worked their magic. Undoing his shirt and pants, she had reached inside and exposed his member to the room. It stood at seven inches tall and was proportionatly thick.

Moaning into the kiss, Rano stroked his shaft up and down, the skin creased and straightened as she tugged at it. Reaching down, she parted her lower lips and let the shaft invade her. It pushed past her lips and went deep inside her making both lovers moan with happiness. Lifting herself upwards, she let herself drop again taking all of his dick.

“Oh! You’re so big!” She moaned, complimenting him on his size. Zorah had enough sexual encounters to know that she wasn’t lying. Smiling to himself, he wrapped his arms around her back and pulled her down so she was lying on the bed. Taking control, he started to fuck her at a more steady rate. Sliding his shaft in and out of her, he put one hand over her to steady himself and used the other to play with her tits.

Zorah grunted at how tight her vaginal walls felt. They squeezed at his dick with each thrust, pulsing with life as they were together. He aimed to mix his thrusts, taking long strokes to completely fill her, then switching to short, swift stabs making her moan accordingly.

They kissed again, his hand removed from her breast and now cupping her chin, holding it upwards. Their tongues wrestled together as the sound of skin-on-skin action filled the room. His blue ball sac slapped against her toned, tight ass cheeks as they fucked.

Breaking the kiss slowly, they stared into each others eyes. Zorah leant in and playfully kissed her nose’s ridges, which made her giggle playfully. She ran her hands through his hair and eventually past his two antenna which bobbed as she brushed past them. This caused Zorah to laugh, the antenna were a particularly ticklish part to him and it always made him laugh.

“Sorry, I’m ticklish there.” He said, almost bashfully.

“It’s fine… Let me go on top now.” Rano breathed sexily. Unhooking her legs, she regretfully pulled out and let him roll over. Sitting down on his lap again, she parted her lips and slowly teased him. Running the dick over her exposed flesh before slowly letting it enter her again.

“Oh…” She moaned, her voice climbed higher as she was invaded again. She smiled as Zorah put his hands on her breasts and squeezed them. Zorah sat up and sucked on the nipples, pushing the two spongy masses together. Flicking his tongue over the nubs, he playfully moved them together, making the two nubs rub up against each other, which in turn made Rano moan.

Rano wrapped her arms around his head and pulled him closer to her cleavage. She started to pant more and more as sweat poured off the both of them. She ran her forearm across her head, to wipe away the stinging liquid. She let her head fall back as she moaned to the sky. Her liquids ran from her vagina and onto his legs as she orgasmed all over him.

Smiling to himself, Zorah decided to push the boundaries.

“Can I go in your rear?” He asked, referring to Rano’s ass.

“Oh… Oh my yes!” She panted, coming down from the high.

Resisting the urge to punch the sky in excitement, Zorah nodded and removed himself from her ‘pussy’ as the human’s call it. He was ready to place himself behind her, when she simply lay on her back and fell backwards even further so her legs were up by her head and exposed her extra hole.

Crooking an eyebrow at the sight, he smiled and nodded. Sliding his slick shaft inside her, they both moaned at the tightness. He grunted and held her hand tightly as he fucked this hole as well. He shut his eyes as the skin tightened around him. Feeling the urge to cum as well, Zorah tried to think of something else but was out of luck.

His shaft spasmed and he unleashed his load deep inside her. Grunting as he came, they both let out curse words. Regretfully, he pulled at his shaft and let it come out of her. The hole closed up after him, as his cum dripped out onto the bed sheets.

Rano fell on the sheets, collapsing after the orgasm and high of sex.

“Are you going to stay the night?” She asked as Zorah lay next to her.

“I should get back soon… My carer will wonder where I am.” He said reluctantly. “I’m going to Vulcan tomorrow to see what can be done about my condition.”

“Right… I really enjoyed this. If… No, when you get better, come and find me. Rano Drake, I’m a waitress at Quark’s. If you can’t find me, ask Morn.”

“If I can get a word in that is.” Zorah said with a smile, tugging on his clothing he stood up and walked over to the door. “Thank you Rano Drake. Waitress of Quark’s.” He smiled at her and left as she fell asleep.

Present Day…

“… I see…” Thatcher said. Letting it all sink in. “Do you intend to press charges?”

Rano thought about it for a second but quickly shook her head. “He’s not worth it!” With a huff, she tossed her hair over her shoulder and walked away.

“Well, I can promise you if that sort of thing happens again you will be dead. Are we understood?” Thatcher said sternly.

“Yes sir.”

“Alright. Let’s go and find Kira.”

After saying their goodbyes, Amanda Thatcher and Zorah Vashton Buckcherry stepped onto the tansporter pad to send them over to the ship.

“Energize.” Thatcher said with a warm smile. The blue light swarmed over the two commanding officers and soon their particles were taken away and rearranged into the shuttle bay of the U.S.S. Starjumper.

As they stepped forward, a young blonde ensign stepped forward and announced the captain was on deck. The entire crew was assembled in the shuttle bay and they stood to attention. Clearing her throat, Amanda stepped up to the microphone on the podium. “Captain Amanda Thatcher by order of Starfleet Command you are required to take command of the U.S.S. Starjumper. As of star date 56844.9 signed, Vice Admiral Norton. Thank you very much, now take your posts. We’re leaving in the hour.”

With that, the crew nodded and dispersed.

“Nicely done. Should we head to the bridge?” Zorah asked as they shared a quick smile.

“Absolutely. This way yes?” Thatcher asked, gesturing towards the left most corridor. Zorah nodded and they walked down the hall towards a turbo lift. Stepping inside, Amanda spoke and ordered the lift towards the bridge. Within seconds, the doors opened and they stepped out onto the bridge.

“Captain on the bridge!” A young ensign said, while working on her computer screen.

“Enough of that ensign. That’s not necessary with me.” Captain Thatcher said with a smile as she walked onto the elevated plateau for the Captain’s chair. The bridge itself was a wide room, it ran in a ‘V’ shape with it widening out at the front of the bridge. There was two tactical consoles at the very front, behind them and to the left side of the captain’s chair were four engineering stations and on the right of the captain’s chair was a science station.

Sitting down in the chair, Amanda smiled as she rested in the chair. Turning her head, she surveyed all of her bridge.

“Alright then… Are we ready?” Amanda said, turning to Zorah who was fumbling with the monitor in front of him.

“All stations report ready Sir.” Zorah said, looking up from the screen with a big smile.

“Very good. Helm, take us out. One quarter impulse… Engage.” She punctuated the engage with a point of her finger towards the screen. The tractor beam released from the Starjumper and they fell free from Deep Space Nine’s docking corridor. Turning away from the station, the male Vulcan Turock, the pilot of the ship slid the impulse bar up to one quarter full. The ship whirred with life and eventually they were free of the station and free to explore.

“Alright then. We’re required to enter a transwarp portal near Risa to take us through to the Gamma Quadrant. Helm, how long would that take at full impluse?”

“That would take us three days at full impulse.” Turock said, turning to face her. Amanda thought it over and nodded.

“Alright. Do it. “Zorah, you have the bridge.” Amanda said with a smile. Pushing herself up off of the chair, she walked over to the ready room at the side of the bridge. The doors slid open and she walked in. Admiring the room, it was a moderately sized room with her desk to the left most side of the room. Opposite the desk, there was a large cabinet that was currently empty. Peeking in, she saw that it was for her medals. Smiling, she opened it up and stroked the velvet-ey fabric coating the inside.

Walking over to her desk, she tugged at the seat and sat down. Drawing herself closer to the desk, she picked up an electronic pad that flashed to life. Looking at it, she smiled and saw both her and her best friend and the Doctor of the ship, Dijj Eetal Cam’Ra. She was a very beautiful Betazoid with long blonde hair that ran to the top of her back. It was a picture of them from the Starfleet Academy wearing their cadet’s uniforms, they had just passed their exams and were ready to go on their latest assignments.

Smiling, she put the pad down when there was someone at the door.

“Come in.” Amanda said aloud.

The doors wished open and in walked Dijj. She smiled warmly and shook Amanda’s hand greatly.

“Captain Thatcher eh?” She said with a big grin.

“Doctor Cam’Ra eh?” The Captain said, matching her grin.

“Please, have a seat.” Amanda said, gesturing to the seat opposite the desk.

The two old friends sat down and started to discuss the mission.

“So, what is the mission exactly? It’s something to do with the Gamma Quadrant isn’t it?”

“That’s right. With the newly assembled transwarp corridor we can be there in a manner of days rather than the years it would typically take. We’re going over there to assess the new planets over there and possibly colonise them. Also, engage any alien forces over there too.”

“Are we expecting any?”

“Well… A lot of factions are gunning for new space. The chess game of the Alpha Quadrant has become far more interesting with this corridor. Reman rebels, the Klingons, the Undine, the Borg and the newly reformed Cardassian Empire are all after this area. So… It’s our job to make sure it’s for us.” Amanda said grimly, looking into her now steepled hands.

“Well, I can’t think of a better Captain to lead us in there.” Dijj said with a smile.

“Anyway, enough about the mission. How’s sick bay for you?” Amanda said, changing the subject.

“It’s great. It’s got everything I could possibly need and more. All of the ensigns are well trained. Hell, I’m almost looking forward to some danger to try it out!” Dijj said with a warm smile.

“Well, don’t speak too soon Dijj. I hate to say this but I need to carry on with the staff assessments.” Amanda said, frowning lightly.

“No, that’s absolutely fine. Should I come back later or does this count as mine?”

“You won’t get out of it that easily Cam’Ra!” Amanda said with a smile as the Dr stuck her tongue out at the Captain. Shaking her head lightly, Amanda went back to work at her desk.

Slapping her combadge, she asked for the Science officer, Legion.

Legion was a unique member of the team. During a fire fight with the Borg, Ensign Jennifer West was KIA but also fell victim to a new Borg weapon. Her body was destroyed but her nervous system was still alive. Starfleet Intelligence theorized that this was so the newly assimilated victim could be moved into a more powerful body. However, West was saved and taken back to Starbase 66 and was repaired with an android body.

She was connected to Starfleet’s medical database and can now access any details needed at the time making her a prime candidate for a Science officer.

“Captain Thatcher to Lieutenant Legion. Can you see me in my ready room please?” Legion walked through the corridors of the Starjumper. The crewmen, busy at work seemed to completely ignore her.

This was unusual.

Legion was fully aware that she looked like a human, but ultimately she wasn’t She was a mixture of synthetic skin, pipes and a nervous system that may as well have been built with beer mats based on the way it felt inside her. She knew she wasn’t human, no matter what the Doctor’s said.

She had originally been Jennifer West. A very pretty Ensign, serving on the U.S.S. Shibuya, a tactical escort that was part of Starfleet’s Borg task force. They had encountered a Borg Sphere just south of an obscure Starfleet observatory. Engaging them at the observatory they had managed to disable its engines. Jennifer, part of the away team beamed over with her commanding officer Steven Turner, was engaged in a fire fight all the way to the core of the sphere.

With what seemed to be the last of the drones dead, the team went to work on stopping the Sphere and letting it go to waste. Turning her back, Jennifer thought she head a noise, heading over to investigate it, something hit her in the stomach. Looking down, she saw a large burning hole where her guts should have been. Stumbling backwards and clutching at the hole trying to keep her insides in, she groaned in agony as orange beams of her team’s phasers fired back at the Borg.

Wincing in pain, the hole seemed to burn even more so as she was dragged to cover. Propped up against the wall, she could see the hole almost repair itself but with a sick black colouring. Its webbing weaved from the bottom of the wound all the way to the top, like a spider catching its prey. The pain was too intense for her and she lost conciousness, the last thing she saw was her body becoming Borg.

The next time she opened her eyes, she was stuck inside a glass tube with water coating her. Looking around, she saw two scientists arguing over her, there was two of them. A male and a female, both in Starfleet medical uniforms. The female smiled warmly and put her hand on the tank as if to say it was all OK. She then turned and faced the male Doctor throwing a data pad at him. A new sensation washed over her and what could be taken as sleep flushed into her body.

As Mark’s rental rounded the corner to come into town he passed a familiar place and a smile flashed on his face. Of all the strip clubs he had enjoyed, the Pink Paradise was his favorite. It had nothing to do with the club, although they definitely served a killer rib eye steak. What they did have was one of his closest friends as their star dancer.

Mark made three calls after he checked in to his hotel room and took a shower. As he soaped himself, he reflected on the circumstances that brought him to this obscure, out of the way, mid west city. Phil Johnson had been Mark’s roommate in college and also became his best friend. After college, Phil returned home and married his high schools sweetheart Gloria. Their son David was born a couple of years later. David was a healthy, rambunctious boy that made friends with everyone. He was well liked by his teachers and fellow students alike.

David took sick when he was 15 and Mark learned he had Multiple Sclerosis. Phil and Gloria were devastated as was Mark. His three best friends were as well. David loved football and his three buddies were exceptional players. He couldn’t play but he loved to watch. His friends and their coach made room for him on the team bus when they traveled to play other teams. David was thrilled. As his illness worsened, his friends careers blossomed. These young men had all won football scholarships to great schools with excellent programs.

Late one night, Mark had received a call from Phil telling him that David’s condition had worsened and that it was doubtful he would last much longer. Phil then told him all about his three best friends and how absolutely wonderful these guys have been to David.

“Gloria and I have a huge favor to ask of you,” Phil said.

“Anything buddy, anything you need, you know I’ll be there for you.”

Phil went on, “They have been with David all their lives and they have treated him like a king. It seems they are each up for the draft this year and Gloria and I wondered if you’d represent them. I do chickenshit law but you are one of the top sports attorneys in the country Mark. David’s friends deserve the kind of representation only a guy like you can provide.”

“Say no more. If they will have me, then they are represented.”

Less than a week later, David passed away. Mark met his new athletes Jamal, Rashad and Chris at the funeral. What struck Mark was how alike they looked. Each man was over 6′ 2″. They had broad shoulders, slim hips and the brightest smiles you ever saw. Their personalities matched their appearance. They readily agreed to Mark’s representation. Mark told them how much he appreciated everything they had done for David and promised to do everything to make their football careers lucrative, to say the least.

They went high in the draft and Mark and his team were successful is negotiating excellent contracts with three separate NFL teams. Their stats increased each year and they became highly paid spokesmen in their own rights. They became wealthy beyond their wildest hopes. With the help of excellent tax attorneys and staying single, they were each able to retain their money and they invested it well.

Now don’t get it wrong. They were single and Mark learned that they were total horn dogs but they were discrete. Mark had returned to their home town because it was the off season and they were all home visiting their folks. This way, he could see all of them in one place. They had meetings and worked out all of the business arrangements they had to take care of. Mark told them he had something to do but asked them to meet him at the Pink Paradise at 9pm.

They left and headed out to dinner.

In a nice home on a secluded street not far from the hotel, Cherry stepped from the shower. She dried herself and admired her image in the triple mirror. Her flaming red hair was her trademark and she wore it well. Her eyes gleamed as she saw her perfect 34C’s in the mirror. Her nipples were, as usual, adorned with stylish jewelry. Today, she wore emerald studded nipple rings combined with dual studded belly button and clit bars. The ball on her tongue was, of course, surgical grade stainless steel. Two small tattoo’s adorned her body and her tramp stamp was elegant and refined, which was a reflection of her essence.

Her legs were her showpiece, long, slim and perfectly shaped. At 5′ 8″ and only 115lbs, she was a picture of perfection. Her legs led to the most amazing ass any man had ever laid his eyes on.

The secluded location of her home and the private pool allowed her to have an overall dark tan. The caramel color of her skin, the body jewelry and her natural attributes made her a walking wet dream. She was naked all the time unless she was working or shopping. She enjoyed the touch and the feel of her own body as well as that of other men and women.

Mark hit the shower and then picked up the phone. It was answered on the third ring.


“What time do you start work tonight?”

“Oh my God, are you in town?”

“Hello darling. Are you into a nice lobster dinner?”

“I sure am! What time?”

“An hour, our usual place.”

An hour later Mark pulled into the parking lot and saw a familiar face exiting her car. Cherry ran into his arms and she kissed him passionately. Cherry was wearing 4″ heels and Mark always found it strange to kiss a woman taller than his 5′ 11″ but in her case, he didn’t mind a bit.

They were seated and ordered drinks and entree’s. He held her hand as they got caught up on things they couldn’t or wouldn’t chat about online. She looked lovelier each time he saw her.

“I have a surprise for you tonight,” Mark quipped as he reached into his suit coat pocket and pulled out a flat jewelers box.

“What is this?”

“Open it and find out.”

Cherry opened it and stared in amazement. “Oh Mark, you shouldn’t have.” Cherry gazed back at the perfect triple stoned sapphire earrings, with matching sapphire nipple rings, double stoned sapphire belly button bar and double stoned sapphire clit bar. She leaned over and kissed him warmly. “Why are you so nice to me?”

“When I needed a friend, you appeared and you have never left. You have never asked me for anything and yet you, in your own quirky way, give me more than any other woman I know.”

“I’ll never figure you out Mark.”

“Don’t try, because it would only confuse you more. On the other side of this, I have a very special gift for you tonight. but you won’t know what it is until we get to the club.”

They finished dinner and Cherry and Mark left for the club. When they arrived, Mark saw that the guys were already there. He took Cherry over to them and introduced her to them. Rashad flashed her the brightest smile and offered her a seat.

“Oh I have to get ready for work but if it is alright, I will be back shortly.”

Mark attempted to sit but was dramatically dragged by the arm to the end of the bar.

“What the hell is this?”

“Those guys are three of my biggest clients. They are friends of mine. They were David’s best friends.”

“The boy who died?”

“Yes and I wanted you to meet them.”

“Meet them, the whole world knows who they are. Oh my God, why?”

“Because I know what you want, I know what you like and I know what you crave. Dammit, can’t a guy do a friend a favor?”

“You are so good to me!” Cherry exclaimed.

“Just remember hon, this is their home town and yes, everyone knows them, so be discrete and enjoy. I will expect a full report.”

She kissed Mark deeply and went to change.

Mark returned to the table and ordered a round of drinks.

Jamal laughed, “Mark, you always get the hottest women.”

“She’s my friend but she is not for me. I can’t give her what she wants. I am hoping that you three can.”

Chris looked at Mark quizzically and said, “That’s a load of crap Mark. You can give her anything you want.”

“Hey, is it my fault I was born white? I know this woman better than I have ever known any other, and I know that I can’t give her what she needs. Treat her well, treat her with respect, but take care of her completely please. Remember this guys, Cherry has to work for three years to make as much as any one of you make in an hour. Just stay away from the blow. Okay guys?”

“You got it boss.”

“I am going to go see Phil and Gloria. I’ll talk to you before I leave.”

“Give them our love and tell them that we will be over tomorrow to see them.”

“I will,” Mark stated.

As the lights dimmed, the music came up and the spotlights shone on a goddess wearing sparkling sapphires.

“Would you look at that!” Rashad exclaimed as Cherry danced on the stage. “How does Mark do it? This woman is awesome. Look at that body, damn, look at those legs!”

Chris laughed, “How does Mark do what? Find a drop dead gorgeous woman in our own home town that none of us even knew existed?”

“Precisely.” Jamal said.

“Well, we will just have to ask her.”

Cherry had removed her top and her spectacular breasts held the audience’s attention. The beat of the music was deep and driving, just the way she liked it. She moved with such grace and sensuality as she grabbed the dance pole onstage.

The beat increased and she went onto the pole with a look of lust on her face that was indescribable. She looked at her men and that look promised them the night of their lives. As she danced around the pole, she stroked it with both hands as she looked into each of their eyes. She licked her lips and went higher onto it. Cherry defied gravity as her slender body spun. She stroked her own body deliciously.

Somehow, as she came off the pole, she was naked other than for her heels. She inwardly smiled as she witnessed the look on those mens faces. Their dark, radiating skin, their bright white smiles and their hard athletic bodies had made her so wet in anticipation. It was normal for her to become aroused but not like this. She leaked onto her thighs and felt her own wetness that only inflamed her more. Flashing a broad, sensuous smile at the men, she left the stage and appeared at their table.

“Where is Mark?” she asked.

“He went to visit David’s parents. He told us to take very good care of you,” Rashad informed her.

“That does not surprise me in the least. I am so sorry about David. I know how much he meant to you guys. His loss affected everyone in this town. That is how I met Mark.”

“How so?” Chris asked.

“I had gotten off work and went to the coffee shop and I was sitting there and Mark was sitting across from me. I see a lot of men in my job but I had never seen such an attractive guy look so sad. I sat with him and just let him talk. He felt so sorry for David’s parents. I didn’t know about you guys and I doubt Mark did then as well. I just never saw a better man hurt so much.”

The guys bought another round of drinks and several other dancers came over to offer lap dances but the guys, politely informed them that they had their lady for the night. Each girl that came over was tipped nicely and eventually, no one else bothered. Cherry took them to the VIP lounge which, in this small town was empty but allowed a full view of the stage. She danced for them and they tipped her so well. These men were not only gorgeous, they were respectful and they were so nice to be with.

“Mark told us that you might like to party later. We’d really enjoy that if you’re interested,” Rashad told Cherry.

Cherry ran her hand along his leg and told him she would absolutely love that.

“What else did he tell you about me?”

“Well, as usual, he has a measure of understatement about him. He told us you were very pretty. He didn’t tell us you were as hot as you are. He also told us, and I don’t believe him on this, that he had never laid a hand on you. None of us believe that,” Chris stated.

“Well guys, believe it. He and I have become the closest of friends and we both love the same things. Porn. We are both addicted to porn but he has never even so much as had a private chat with me. We watch porn and talk and comment a lot and sometimes that can get heated but he has never made any kind of move on me.”

Jamal just looked at her in disbelief, “Are we talking about the same Mark? Our Mark is the guy with the most gorgeous women on his arm. I mean, you are just as likely to see him with a model or a starlet. Mark gets more sugar than the brothers do. What is up with that?”

“Are they tall, thin, hot and horny black women? That is what he loves,” Cherry asked.

“Say what? Who told you that?” Rashad asked.

“He did. He and I watch black on black porn every night. He knows I adore big black men with huge cocks and he loves tall, slender, tight, sexy black women with small butts and nice tits. That is what turns him on.”

“Oh really,” Jamal smirked as he looked at his buddies.

“Yo mamma, you really like big, black cock? Come over here and see if you can make this bigger!” Rashad exclaimed as he grabbed his thigh.

Cherry gave him an very evil grin and began the sexiest lap dance she could do and she was rewarded with a bulge in his trousers that almost made her faint.

“Fuck that girl, he ain’t big. We’re bigger!” Jamal burst out.

Cherry could not wait until this night at work was over.

The club closed and she had the guys follow her home. Cherry was so wet by the time she got there and let the guys into the house. Mark had given her a wonderful gift and she planned to make the most of it.

Cherry put on the stereo, poured the guys a drink and bumped up a couple of lines of blow for her. She was really feeling good as she walked into the living room. Jamal put his large arms around her and pulled her close. She looked up into his eyes as he bent to kiss her. She melted at his touch and she began to undo his shirt as he kissed her deeply. He loosened her top and it fell to the floor. Her spectacular breasts came back into view and he gently cupped her and toyed with her Sapphire ornaments. Jamal bent and kissed her breast and his broad pink tongue teased her relentlessly. As he was doing this, he undid her skirt. It too fell to the floor and she kicked it aside.

Her naked body pressed against his as she undid his belt and zipper. As his trousers fell from his fantastic body, Cherry fell to her knees. Jamal did not disappoint her as his gorgeous member presented itself for her attention. She wrapped her hand around it and it was so spectacularly thick and long. Cherry rubbed his entire length and cradled his balls as her tongue began to caress every ridge, vein and inch of his manhood. She was a truly in heat and she rolled her tongue over his large head. Her mouth fell over the top and she began to take him into her mouth. Her mouth was open so wide and her tongue pleased him deliciously. She wanted all of him. She knew she could do it. She wanted to feel his cock deep in her throat. She relaxed, took a deep breath and began to allow him access to her hot, hungry throat.

“Fuck man, look at that. Look at how she is swallowing all of his cock!” Rashad exclaimed.

Rashad and Chris watched breathlessly as Jamal hit the back of Cherry’s throat. She grabbed his tight butt and her eyes rolled up. She became totally relaxed and she sank him deeper into her throat.

Cherry felt the head enter her throat and she pushed harder. She felt as his cock entered her lips and it kept moving deeper. She held his balls and felt his cock slide deeper. Two more inches and he would be all the way inside. Jamal pushed deeper and his cock slid in completely. She held him in and regained a steady breathing pattern. Jamal began to pull out and push back in. He was very gentle and he let her set the pace. They watched as his massive cock fucked her face and she flowed a steady stream of cum down her legs with each thrust.

Jamal began to really fuck her face harder. She pulled his hips faster to let him know what she wanted. Rashad and Chris, naked themselves, watched as Cherry was loving the face fucking she was getting.

Rashad walked behind her and put his hand on her sopping wet twat. He adjusted her and ran his massive tool along her pink wet slit. He entered her and she forced Jamal as deep as she could into her face. Rashad stretched her tight pussy with every inch of his huge cock. She moaned and sucked. She fucked and shivered as he drove deeper and deeper into her insatiable pussy. He was massive and she was loving this. He tore into her and she began to fuck his cock with wild abandon. He did not disappoint her. His rock hard pole drove into her and she felt him bottom out on her cervix. She pushed him so deep into her. Her body wracked with the most erotic feelings as her face and her pussy were being mauled so deliciously. Cherry was in a constant state of climax. This much cock was more than she had ever hoped for and she knew she was just getting started. With every stroke, she came. She came on Rashad’s cock and Jamal’s cock made her cum again with every long thrust.

Cherry’s throat had worked it’s magic and Jamal arched his back and bellowed as he began to cum deep in her throat. Cherry felt the torrent of hot cum as it traveled down Jamal’s huge cock as it rested on her tongue. She grabbed his hips and felt his hot sperm as it shot into her stretched throat. She pulled him from her throat and sucked and licked his spectacular cock dry. Jamal pulled out.

Of all the guys, Chris was the largest and he was truly enormous. Cherry gasped as she saw him coming towards her pretty lips. She absolutely went wild as she worked on the head of this amazing appendage. She licked it and soaked it and took it into her molten hot mouth. Her jaw ached as this lovely licorice log sank deep into her mouth. Her throat stretched wider than it ever had before while Chris settled deep in her throat.

Cherry could not stop cumming. Her hips flailed on Rashad’s staff and her wanton, slutty throat devoured the luxurious log that was Chris. Jamal’s huge hands caressed her breasts and her sexy six pack stomach as her pussy and throat were stretched beyond belief. Cherry’s mind raced as her pussy pulsed. Her craving for huge black cocks was being satisfied deliciously.

Rashad grasp her hips and began to viciously slam into her. She clamped down and she rode him hard as he unloaded a torrent of his hot seed into her narrow hips. Cherry came on his cock again and again. Her hips flailed unmercifully on this erupting organ while Chris impaled her face. Delirious desire drove her body into a seemingly unending orgasm of sweet, strong convulsions. His balls emptied as her body soaked up every ounce into her.

Chris held her head and she knew he was close. She felt his black dick swell and she dove hard onto his rigid flagpole. Cherry truly was a cum slut, she knew it and she loved it. She loved everything that was cum. The log in her throat began to pump, and pump it did. She adored the hard black fire hose as it went off in her mouth. She drank it down and licked him clean. His massive pipe softened between her teeth and she looked into his eyes with a promise of more, so very much more.

Cherry collapsed on the sofa. Her eyes straining to focus. Her body trembled and she was totally drenched. She tried to speak but coherency was not to achieved, at least, not yet. Her eyes darted from one to another and she saw perfect specimens of the male form. Lovely bodies and massive delicious cocks. Cherry was in heaven. The guys smiled broad white grins and helped her sit up.

Jamal went and made drinks as she regained some semblance of composure.

“Damn girl, where did you learn to do that?” Rashad asked.

Her voice was hoarse, her jaw ached yet she smiled, “My darlings, for me, that just comes naturally.”

They all laughed.

Cherry walked to the kitchen and unsteadily, yet determinedly, bumped several large lines and returned to suggest they would all be much more comfortable in the bedroom. They fell on the bed and she kissed each lightly and playfully. A sea of large, strong hands caressed every inch of her nakedness and she reveled in it. Her hands stroked their exceptional, dark organs. She toyed with every ridge and vein and the weight of each mans cock shivers through her craving body. The drug was kicking in big time and her desire was unquenchable.

‘What was I thinking?’ Louise thought holding up the red baby doll before her. The idea was a month old, a way of re-kindling her husband’s passions for her, of showing her husband that Louise Chester was still a woman at fifty and a sexy one at that. Boudoir photographs, erotic yes, dirty surely not. They had been her best friend Carols idea. Louise had spent the afternoon bitching and moaning about her husband Mike with Carol throwing in her own thoughts before she finally gave her the idea.

Carol leaned in over her coffee and said, “Ever thought of some photographs for Mike?” Louise asked her what she meant by ‘Photographs’. “Last year for Steve’s fiftieth I went to a photographer and got him to do some Saucy photographs of me to give to Steve as his birthday present.” The two women leaned and whispered over their Latte’s as if they were conspirators in some great scheme.

“I don’t know Carol, a man taking nude pictures of me. I think that would make Mike a little angry.” Louise had never been one for nudity in any real form, once on a holiday in Spain they had ended up on a beach surrounded by topless women with no one caring but Carol the stoic British female she was, kept her breasts hidden beneath her bikini top.

Carol shook her head, “Not nude you dunce, erotic. You put on a little outfit and the guy shoots you in all these sexy poses. No nudity or if you like some nudity,” Carol smirked when she said the last bit. Louise looked at her questioningly. “Look it was heat of the moment stuff, this guy was snapping away and one thing led to another and,” she shrugged her shoulders.

“How much did you show?” Louise asked, shocked at this sudden confession.

“Just my tits Louise. Calm down the man was a professional and to be honest it was kind of hot you know, showing off to a stranger. Steve certainly enjoyed the photos.” A smile creased her face as Carol remembered the afternoon she handed over the little leather bound portfolio to her husband a red gift bow stuck on the top corner.

“I don’t know Carol it all seems a bit dirty.” Louise’s doubts kept piling up.

“Exactly my point. You want to get that spark back you are going to have to play dirty. Or at least show Mike you still know how to play dirty.” Carol sat back. “If you want I can come along for moral support.”

“I’ll think about it, okay?” Louise said and moved the subject quickly on to the soap opera on the Television the other night.

Which was a month ago, give or take and here she now was in a little back room. Her short blonde hair teased to within an inch of its life and her face done up better than Louise could do it herself. The photographer had promised a professional shoot and so far he had been spot on with his small team of stylists. Now she had to dress. ‘How can you dress in this, there is barely any material.’ Her mind still fought against the whole idea, the red baby doll had seemed a good idea and hand picked by Carol no less.

Louise slipped it on the top barely covered her ample breasts. She was once a curvy 34D but pregnancy had changed those and the rest of her. Louise was now a 36D and with a little pot belly that her husband once adored. Curvy was what she was meant to call it, fat is what she really felt and unattractive. The front of the baby doll opened along the centre but was held in place by three red bows that she securely fastened before she slipped on the matching panties her dark blonde bush just visible. Lastly the red stockings slipped on over her legs. She felt silly and more naked than she had ever done in her life. “You ready in there?” Carol asked excitedly.

Carol beamed from ear to ear seeing her friend when she stepped out. The transformation was remarkable. Louise was dowdy and frumpy at the best of times more so next to the glamorous Carol but for the first time ever Carol felt a pang of jealousy towards her friend. Here was a woman of sexy curves a pity she didn’t know how to use them. “You look fucking amazing Lou,” Seeing the doubt on her friends face she continued, “seriously I have never seen you look so…” she hunted for the word, “so fucking sexy.” Louise let out a laugh and Carol joined in helping her friend relax a bit more. Louise lowered her arms that she held across her body in a very defensive pose. Carol could not help but eye up her friends breasts. Louise was known for her heavy jumpers and seeing her almost naked was one thing but now seeing her breasts. Carol wondered why Mike was ever off those things.

“Are you ready?” The photographer asked as he approached fiddling with his camera, he stopped and looked up. Carol noticed it and wondered if Louise had too, he had stopped cold a sentence on his tongue lost when he saw Louise in her get up. He licked his lips gave a cough and diverted his eyes rapidly away from Louise’s breasts. “Okay Louise you look stunning, this is going to be easy to shoot.” He held out a hand that Louise took cautiously and let the photographer walk her over to the small set.

“So tell us Andy, shoot many yummy mummies?” Carol asked.

The photographer Andy laughed, “A few in my time,” he was aware that Carol was trying her best to relax her friend and was willing to help as much as he could. A Cold model made for very cold shots. “But none anywhere near the class and look of Louise here.”

Louise blushed at the words. Getting from the changing room to the set was one thing now Andy was preparing to shoot. She took deep breaths as he told her to just relax. She lay down across the white fur rug and stretched out awkwardly arms going up then down, legs doing the same. She looked like she was having a fit and felt like a right prat. The flash bulbs on either side of her went off suddenly. Andy smiled lowering his camera from his face. “Test shot Louise, see how painless it was.” She smiled back still very unsure. “Think about it Louise I now have one image of you dressed in a seriously sexy outfit looking all shades of gorgeous. Why stop there?”

And with that she had no answer. He was right, one shot of her dressed like this was already on the camera and it had taken less than a second to do. He had not laughed at seeing her in fact she was pretty certain he had been surprised at how good she looked when he had approached her at the changing room. So what did she have to loose. Carol was here and the Photographer was not an idiot. She smiled and stretched out her legs placing one hand under her chin and the other behind her head.

!POP! The flash bulbs lit up the scene once, twice, three times. Andy pointed this way and that, first lying down then sitting her up. That feeling of apprehension started to fade in fact she started to have fun. Louise sat up legs spread and leaned forward arms dropping between her splayed legs and her cleavage heaving out as she starred into the lens. Andy snapped away then stood up from his crouched position a big smile on his face.

“Wonderful Louise, you are a born natural.” When he looked up from the small digital viewer on the back of the camera he noticed that Louise was sitting upright unaware that the last position had knocked the strap of her baby doll off her shoulders and dropped enough to take the flimsy material away from her right breast exposing it. Andy lifted his camera and grabbed a shot. He walked over to Louise, “Here take a look.” He said and offered the camera to Louise.

It took her a second to realise what she was seeing. The next instinct kicked in and she hurriedly pulled the strap back up and covered her breast. “Did you see that Carol?” Louise asked all embarrassed.

“So what Lou, it’s a boob, I’m sure Andy here has seen many in his life time.” Carol looked at Andy.

Andy nodded looking at Carol. “Just the odd hundred or so,” he turned to look at Louise “But none compare to what you have Louise if you don’t mind me saying.” Louise went to say ‘how dare you’ or something of equal displeasure but she found the words stuck in her throat. She looked back down at the image. In it she could see how relaxed she looked a slight smile on her mouth one breast exposed. She did look kind of sexy, but this guy. She did not know him that well and he obviously wanted more of Louise topless.

“Please could we stick with the other shots?” She asked Andy. He nodded a little sadly at her reply he had hoped to see more of the wonderful woman who had walked through his door this morning but it seemed that was not to be. As he walked away, she kept seeing that one image over and other and what did Andy say earlier, how painless it was and why stop there? So why should she? What was holding her back Andy was clearly happy to take more photographs and Carol, well Carol was just Carol.

Andy turned and caught his breath. Louise had lowered both sides of the baby doll exposing both breasts. He stared for longer than he knew he should have and caught the eye of Carol looking at him and a little cock of her head. He lifted the Camera and fired away. After a few shots he moved in closer, he knelt down filling the lens with Louise’s face and her ample breasts. ‘My god she is hot for a fifty year old.’ Andy thought followed quickly with ‘She’s old enough to be your mom’ but that only seemed to fuel his passion for this woman, he remained kneeling aware that if he stood up his erection was more than likely going to be visible in his black drain pipe jeans.

“Louise you are magnificent, I just hope we don’t give your husband a heart attack with this pictures.” Andy joked. “Are these photographs for a special occasion?” He asked trying to keep professional while wondering how good her nipples would feel on the end of his tongue.

Louise hesitated with an answer, “Birthday present.” She finally blurted out.

Carol laughed, “Pull the other one Lou. Her Mike doesn’t think she’s sexy enough, Lou is in the sex starved category of middle life.” Louise took major offence at that and stood up covering her chest with her arms.

“How dare you say that Carol, Mike is…” What was Mike exactly nowadays? Husband yes, lover not in a very long time and oh how she missed it.

“Mike is a fool if you ask me,” Andy offered the thought had come out of his mouth instead of remaining fixed in his head. Both women looked at him, “Sorry but to have a woman like you in his life and not want to, you know?” He let the women fill in the gap.

Carol pointed at Andy, “See, he’s eighteen and he knows a sexy woman when he sees one.”

“I’m twenty four actually.” Andy offered though he doubted either woman had heard him.

Both women starred in silence at one another, finally Carol spoke. “Lou, you look amazing even Andy thinks so, the whole world knows so except Mike. You have a body that screams for attention and you now have photographs that will tell Mike that. If you don’t think so just look at his erection.” And she pointed directly at Andy.

The jeans were unforgiving and Louise could easily see the outline and bulge of a very hard cock pressed up against the tight fitting denim. Her mouth dropped open the penny dropping that another man found her attractive, physically attractive. Not only that a younger man. Louise was fifty one and Andy, twenty four? That made him twenty seven years younger! How was that possible? How could this young man possibly see her as attractive but the evidence spoke for it self or at least showed it self. “If I was younger, would I be your type?” She asked Andy.

He looked bemused, “why younger, you’re hot, well that’s to say attractive. Seriously if you weren’t married I’d have tried my luck by now.” The words were coming from his mouth but he was unaware of how they were getting there. “I’d bed you every single night if I were your husband.”

Louise looked at him, her bullshit detector remained silent. Andy was not a bad looker, not really her type but then again Louise had no type. Louise felt as if she were in a bad porn movie, ‘young stud fucks MILF’ or something equally as literate as the title of the movie suggested what you were going to see in a not too subtle manner like the ones she watched now and then online when Mike was off in one of his moods. But this was real life and she was married. ‘Get over yourself Lou this guy is just saying what he wants you to hear so you’ll get your tits out for him again.’ Somehow she had walked over to Andy. Louise felt out of control as if someone else was now controlling her actions. Her lips met Andy’s in a long lingering kiss before parting.

“Lou! Bloody hell what was that?” Carol squealed a look that was half shock and half amazement on her face. “You don’t have to prove anything to me okay.”

Louise turned and shrugged at Carol. For the first time in a long time here was a man, an actual man that found Louise desirable and clearly wanted her if he could have her. So why shouldn’t she? She kissed him again her hands finding his waist as his own hands found hers. Andy kissed her back as firmly as she kissed him. There was no hesitation by him he wanted this as much if not more than Louise right now.

Andy’s hand worked up her right side his hand rubbing across the red material of the baby doll, feeling the warm skin beneath. His thumb slipped beneath one heavy breast before he turned his hand and cupped the breast taking the weight and squeezing it ever so gently. Louise’s tongue explored Andy’s mouth the alarm and the nervousness were both quickly evaporating being replaced by lust at the taste and touch of this young man. Andy’s other hand slipped round and squeezed Louise’s ample backside pulling her in closer as he did so and pushing his erection against her making sure she knew of his intentions.

“You feel so good,” He said hoarsely as they broke their kiss momentarily. One hand squeezed her backside the other held her breasts and did the same. Andy lowered his head lifting the breast as he did so. Louise took a shuddering breath as his tongue flicked across her semi erect nipple. Her nipple firmed up after the first pass. The sensation was something she missed. Little electrodes of joy that warmed her breast with each lick and when he took the nipple in her mouth and gave it a gentle nibble she felt herself moisten and knew she wanted to feel him in her.

Louise broke their embrace and lowered herself to her knees. Her hands shook with adrenaline and she fought to undo the jeans. Andy finally reached down and unbuckled his belt. The button fly easily popped open as Louise pulled at one side. Her excitement was overwhelming it was not like she had not seen a cock before. She had seen Mike’s and she had seen enough lately online but this was better. This was real and it was going to be in her hand. She pulled the white briefs down and watched Andy’s rock solid cock bounce free and stand erect in front of her face.

One shaky hand reached out and touched the cock. It felt so hot and alive as she took hold of it. Bigger than Mike and thicker she had not felt anything like it, had only imagined what something like this could be like. She stroked it slowly listening to the gasps and short breaths of Andy as she worked his young cock in her old hand. ‘How did it taste?’ she wondered and opened her mouth guiding him in.

“Oh you dirty bitch!” Carol exclaimed. Andy jumped with surprise as did Louise at the sound of her friends voice Andy’s cock slipping free of her mouth and slapped against his belly.

Carol had taken a seat on metal chair, her jeans and yellow thong around her ankles. Her legs were spread as wide as they could and one hand worked slowly across a shaved pussy, finger tips already wet. “Who are you calling a dirty bitch?” Louise mocked and returned to Andy taking his cock and feeding it back into her mouth.

Andy held Louise’s head his fingers dug into her short blonde hair letting her dictate the pace and the amount she sucked. He could not believe his luck so many times in his life he had wanted an older woman. Ever since he learnt the fine art of masturbation he had discovered the joys of older women through the pornographic magazines he had found in his brothers room. Finally all those fantasies were coming true.

Louise sucked what she could, Andy’s cock was bigger than her Mike’s and even that she barely took more than the tip and an inch or two. But she found herself trying to get as much of this young cock in her mouth as possible. Her own moans seemed louder than those of Andy, but then again she was sucking his cock and playing with herself. Andy pulled back with his hips pulling his cock with it and out of Louise’s mouth. He took hold of it “I want to feel it between your tits.” He said through heavy breaths.

Louise straightened up and held her breasts slightly apart allowing Andy to fit his cock between them then she pushed them together encasing it. His cock head poked out from the top of her cleavage, shimmering with spit and pre cum. He started to buck his hips moving his slick cock between her heavy warm mounds his cock head dipping almost out of sight then rising up with each thrust. “Oh fuck they feel so good.” He said voice quivering with excitement. Louise stuck her tongue out ‘just like the movies’ she thought to herself. Her tongue met Andy’s cock head on his next up thrust and tasted a good layer of pre cum, she kept her tongue out catching tastes with each thrust. “I have to stop or I’ll cum.” Andy said pulling his cock, reluctantly from the warm embrace.

“I bet you want to taste her don’t you?” Carol called out as she watched her friend and the young man. One hand moving across her pussy, one finger buried deep inside her.

Louise lay back on the fur rug her legs spread wide. Andy knelt between them and could already see the mess that Louise’s fingers had made. The gusset of the red panties had been pulled aside and her meaty lips were puffed and spread eager for more. He leaned forward smelling her sex as he got closer. His tongue ran in one long slow motion starting from the bottom and working its way up between the lips to her clitoris where he lingered with a gentle rotation.

Her hairy mound tickled his nose and cheeks, he had had enough trimmed and shaved in his lifetime and to finally have a real woman before him was so much more of a turn on. He ran his tongue back down, poking it further in tasting her juices, feeling her warmth and the satisfying motion of Louise pushing her hips up to meet him. His tongue returned to her clitoris as his right hand index finger slipped with ease into her waiting warmth. Louise let out a long moan as she felt the finger slide in and the electric snap as his tongue played across her clitoris. She moaned even louder as his free hand worked up her body and found one breast, pinching the nipple between finger and thumb.

Louise detected movement next to her when she opened her eyes she saw Carol had come in close and was kneeling next to them and was still playing with herself, her eyes alight with lust at the sight. “Enjoying the show?” Louise managed to ask.

“Not as much as you.” Carol replied. Andy lifted his head, eyes admiring the other mature woman in his studio, “eyes down stud, I’m off the market.” She chided.

With renewed passion Andy returned. Louise could not believe how good it felt to have someone work so diligently to make you orgasm. Louise gasped as she felt a second hand on her breast. Carol smiled down as she used her free hand to rub and pull at Louise’s free nipple. It was all too much, both breasts were alight with their touches and her clitoris was sending shockwaves across her whole body. “I’m cumming!” Louise cried out her hands grabbing Andy’s head forcing him down as her hips began to buck with the force of the orgasm.

Andy felt her release, a gush of warm liquid across his fingers and hand he lowered his head trying to lap up the mess that he had helped create even as Louise kept on cumming. She held his head firm and he licked and poked his finger, well actually fingers. He now had three inside her feeling her walls spasm as the after shocks rippled through her.

By the time mid-afternoon came I had shifted as many rocks as the others, who had been there all day, and hadn’t spoken to anyone. As I began to think that the boss had just set the morning up to get me alone after what those two guards had said he surprised me by appearing, as if out of thin air, behind me.

“Put that rock down Julez I need a word,” he said, “in the office.”

I jumped at the sound of his voice, and spun to face him.

“Why what have I done?” I asked.

“The governor’s coming in a couple of hours and I want to talk to you about this morning,” he replied. “Make sure we both tell the same story.”

“No worries about what I’ll say,” I responded. “I’ll tell him we came straight back.”

“What if the guards or other cons mention the time we got here?” He sounded on edge.

“Then we will just say we got a puncture on the way back and had to fix it.”

“Just follow me Julez,” he finally said, after thinking for a second or two.

Guessing the real reason that he wanted me in the office I put the rock that I had been holding down and followed alongside him silently, neither of us talking.

Once back at the office, and inside, he sat behind a large oak desk, and told me to sit in the chair opposite.

“Look Julez your idea was sound except for one small problem,” the boss said.

“What’s that boss?” I replied.

“All the tires are in perfect condition, including the spare.”

“So you stick one of the tools in it and say we ran over a sharp stone on the way back.”

“I couldn’t do that I’d get fired.”

“Then I’ll do it,” I said.

“If you do I know nothing about it,” the boss said.

“Fair enough,” I said and turned to leave.”

“Did I say we were done?”

“No boss,” I said turning back to face him.

“Sit down Julez.”

Doing as he said, and eyeing him up suspiciously, I was surprised when he stood up and went to the cupboard behind his chair. As he opened the doors his back blocked virtually all of the cupboard’s contents from my eyes, and I couldn’t tell what he was doing so when he turned around holding two, large glasses, both three-quarters full I was surprised.

“Here Julez,” he said offering one of the glasses to me.

Taking it I cautiously sniffed the liquid, causing the boss to burst out laughing, before lifting it to my lips. Taking a small sip the strength of the Jack Daniels shocked me, it was definitely straight, and a shiver went through my body.

“Come on Julez you can do better than that,” the boss said, draining his glass in one.

Not wanting to look like I couldn’t handle my drink I quickly lifted the glass again, and copied the boss.

“That’s more like it,” he said.

We had a couple more drinks, in silence, before he stepped forward and took the glass from me, and returned them to the cupboard.

“Best we don’t let the governor catch us drinking,” he said smiling and glancing at the clock. “He’ll be here in just under an hour.”

“I best get back to work then,” I said and went to stand up.

Placing his hand on my shoulder, to stop me, he shook his head.

“Not so fast Julez,” he said. “I need you to do one more thing for me.”

“I know get the tire sorted.” I said and went to stand again.

This time his hand clamped tightly on my shoulder, hurting me slightly. Lifting my head I saw his free hand fumbling with the zip on his trousers, and knew exactly what the ‘one more thing’ was going to be.

Once he had his zip down he reached into his pants, and brought out his massive, hard cock.

“Suck it Julez,” he ordered with authority.

Knowing I had no choice and the fact that the drink had made me horny, like Jack Daniels always did, I reached forward and slowly wrapped my fingers around his thick shaft, looking up at the boss as I did so.

Slowly I began to move my hand up and down, along his hardness, using my free hand to massage his balls as I did so. The boss groaned and closed his eyes as I began to wank him quicker, before bending my head forward and darting my tongue out across the swollen purple head of his cock.

“Oh yes Julez,” the boss moaned lightly.” Suck my fucking dick.”

Opening my mouth wide I fed inch after inch of him past my lips, before closing them around him and sucking gently.

“Fuck that feels so good,” he said gripping my head in his strong hands.

Keeping hold of his cock with one hand, I began to move my head back and forth, using my free hand to caress and massage his balls. Sliding my hand between the boss’s legs I slid a finger along the crease of his ass, slowly going closer to his hole, before eventually slipping the tip of it into him.

Letting out a long, low groan the boss pulled my head forward hard, almost causing me to choke on his cock, before I managed to regain control of my sucking. Back and forth my head went, and as it did my finger slipped further into his ass, and eventually brushing over his prostrate causing him to jerk his body up involuntarily.

“Fuck Julez no-one has ever done that to me,” the boss moaned. “Don’t you fucking dare stop.”

I had no intention of stopping, the control I had felt so good, and I continued to suck, and finger fuck his ass until he couldn’t take it anymore. Bucking his hips a couple of times was all it took for him to be unable to hold back any longer, and he unleashed the first jet of cum deep into my throat.

Swallowing his thick, salty liquid quickly I took all he had to give before slowly removing my mouth from his cock, and flicking the last of his cum from the slit in the end.

I wiped my mouth and stood up as the boss just stood there, his huge cock still fully hard, and went to leave the office for the third time.

“Changed my mind Julez,” he managed to gasp. “There is one more thing you have got to do for me.”

Thinking I knew what he meant I walked over to his desk and dropped my trousers. As I began to bend over he put his hand on my shoulder, and pulled me up, before dropping his own trousers and bending over like I was about to.

“No Julez,” he said. “This time I want, no need, you to fuck me.”

Unsure how serious he was I moved cautiously behind him and parted his legs a little with my feet.

“Come on Julez,” the boss said impatiently. “Get that cock in my ass and fuck me hard.”

Moving a little closer I was amazed as the boss gripped his own ass cheeks, one in each hand, and pulled them apart for me. Staring down at his hole, and seeing it puckered slightly, I gripped my cock and pushed it against him, quickly entering him.

As the boss gasped loudly I gripped his hips and began to thrust into him, furiously, remembering that the governor was arriving shortly.

Frantically I pounded into him, desperate to cum before it was too late, and very quickly I felt my balls tighten.

Gripping him tightly, and suddenly remembering what he had done earlier when we fucked on the way back, I lifted my hand as I pulled my cock back, before bringing it crashing down against his ass as I thrust forward as deep into him as I could and began to cum. Twitch after twitch from my cock released more and more cum into the boss’s ass, each twitch causing him to moan in ecstasy, until I had nothing left to give, and quickly pulled my cock from his tight ass.

“The governor will be here any minute,” I gasped, sweat dripping from my forehead.

“Just give me a minute Julez,” the boss said, still bent over the table, cum beginning to leak from his ass. “You go and sort the car.”

Pulling my trousers back up I left the boss where he was and went outside and, making sure no-one could see me, over to the car that we came back in. I looked around for something on the ground to puncture the tire with, but found nothing.

Heading over to the work truck I carefully removed a pickaxe, that I assumed the staff used to alter the size and shape of the rocks, and went back to the car.

Taking a last look around, to make sure no-one had started to come to the office, I placed the pointed head of the pickaxe under the front tire and quickly pulled back on the handle. The point of the handle went straight into the tire and, as the air starting expelling from the hole the car began to lower on the ground.

Struggling I tugged at the handle and after, finally, managing to free the pickaxe I crept back over to the van and put it back. Hurrying back to the office, before the governor came, I burst through the door to find the boss sitting behind his desk.

“Don’t you ever fucking barge in here again without knocking!!!” He screamed as I stopped breathlessly in front of him.

“Fucking hell I am so sorry,” I said sarcastically. “Car’s been done anyway.”

As I turned to walk out of the office, and go back to join the others, the boss called after me.

“And talk to me with respect boy.”

Slamming the door on my way out I thought how much of a bastard he really was. Although we had just sucked and fucked like lovers the reality was that we were never going to be anything other than boss and yet another con.

I joined the others and had just started to shift my rocks when a car pulled up alongside us, and the governor climbed out. He virtually ignored us, just giving a quick glance our way, as he headed towards the office, leaving his driver to chat with the other guards.

As we continued to work word quickly spread that something must be wrong as the governor had never been to The Quarry in all his time in charge and soon work was forgotten as we all grouped together to discuss what the matter could be.

Ideas ranging from a death of a prisoner right through to an escapee went through everyone’s minds, and we were still huddled together when I heard the boss scream my name out.

“Julez get your ass over here now!!!”

Looking at the others I shrugged my shoulder and slowly trudged over to the office, wondering what the hell I had done now.

“Get in there,” the boss said once I had reached him.

“Why what’s wrong?” I asked.

“Just do it Julez,” he repeated.

As I wondered what had got into the boss I headed into the office, to be greeted by the governor.

“Sit down Julez,” he said his face looking like thunder.

Walking past him I sat in front of the desk and waited, as he walked around the other side and sat down opposite me.

“We do seem to have a problem don’t we?” The governor said his eyes never leaving mine.

“What do you mean sir?” I asked.

“Vandalism of state owned property for a start.”

“What the fuck do you mean!!!” I shouted at the governor jumping out of my seat.

“Putting a pick axe through that car tire out there,” he said. “And sit the fuck down and remember who you are talking to boy.”

Just then the boss came back into the office, totally ignored me and went and stood next to the governor.

“Who said I did the tire?” I demanded to know.

“You were seen taking the pick from the works van, going over to it and deliberately puncturing the tire,” the governor continued. “By one of the guards.”

“How do you know it wasn’t one of them looking to cause trouble for the new boy?”

“What would be the point?” The governor asked. “Are you saying it wasn’t you?”

I stared at the boss, pleadingly, but all he did was shrug his shoulders.

“You will be taken back to the prison,” the governor began. “And placed in solitary confinement for one week, a week that will be added to your sentence as you will not be able to work off your debt to society.”

“You can’t fucking do that,” I screamed at the two men.

“I’m afraid, as the governor, yes I can.”

Staring back at the boss I hoped he would come to my rescue, but nothing, he just stood there emotionless as two guards came into the room, handcuffed me and led me out to the car the governor had arrived in. As I waited in the car, sandwiched between two guards, I watched as the governor and the boss came out of the office, had a few words and shook hands. The governor then returned to the car, replaced one of the guards in the back, and the journey back to the main prison, and my time in solitary, began.

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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.


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.


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.


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.”


“Two. Thank you Sir.”


“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.


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.


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.


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.


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.


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.


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.


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.


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


“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?”


“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.”


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.


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.


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.


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.

The worst thing about being away from home on her own for work, Dee decided, was being away from home, alone and staying in a hotel that was being used for a private function where everyone else seemed to know each other and were obviously enjoying themselves. She sipped her drink and cast a look around the bar.

As she scanned the room, she noticed two men near the bar who were deep in conversation. Every now and then they would look in her direction. Dee pretended not to notice but she felt a thrill run through her each time she felt their eyes upon her.

Their looks became more frequent, more lingering. Every now and then Dee would allow her eye to be caught, and she would give her admirers a quick smile. Having made that initial ‘contact’, their stares became more blatant; they were now clearly and very obviously eyeing her up. Their scrutiny became a statement of intent and Dee felt herself responding; the intensity of their stares fuelled a longing inside her and she knew she wanted both of them. A shiver of anticipation ran through her as she held their gaze.

The silent flirting continued as Dee slowly sipped her wine. By the time she placed her empty glass on the table, she knew she could have either one of them. What she really wanted though was to have them both, together, taking her roughly, using her for their pleasure. The thought of being satisfied by both of them at once made her imagination race. Dee felt a warm flush spread across her cheeks and she realised, almost incidentally, that the anticipation had already made her pussy very wet.

Fixing them with her gaze, Dee slowly stood up and, very deliberately, walked towards them. They were following her with a look of hunger in their eyes that was so obvious Dee felt electric bolts of anticipation surge through her. She smiled coyly then without a word to either of them, she began walking towards the door that led from the bar towards the bedrooms. She stopped at the threshold and winked suggestively at them. They both smiled then made to follow her.

As she walked along the corridor towards her room, Dee felt the anticipation increase with every step. Her mind filled with images of the things she hoped the men would soon be doing to her. Her pussy was uncomfortably wet as she fumbled the key-card in the lock of her door.

She had barely made it into her room when the first of the pair grabbed Dee and pinned her to him. She was kissed roughly on the mouth, his tongue forcing its way into hers. As she responded she felt the fire spread through her as she pressed herself against his firm body. Her hands sought out the bulge in the front of his trousers and she was pleased to discover he was already hard and that what he was going to give her felt reassuringly large.

A second pair of hands reached round from behind her. Dee felt his lips against her neck as his hands began stroking her through the flimsy material of her dress. Her nipples stiffened as his fingers brushed over him. Pushing her hips back, Dee ground her bum against his crotch and was again rewarded with the feeling of a hard cock that was clearly straining to be released

Revelling in the sensations as two pairs of hands explored her body while two pairs of lips kissed her, Dee wondered if she could possibly be more aroused it. “Mmmmmm, that feels so good,” she breathed as the man behind her gently nibbled on her neck.

Hands began to unbutton Dee’s blouse. As she let it be removed, she felt her bra being pushed down, revealing her firm, tanned breasts. “Yessssss!” she gasped as she felt a pair of lips fasten on one nipple. The man sucked it roughly into her mouth and flicked it with his tongue before moving to do the same with the other.

As one of the men feasted on her breasts, Dee sensed rather than felt her skirt being removed. Her knickers were uncomfortably wet, and it was almost with a sense of relief that she felt them being dragged down over her hips to fall to her ankles.

Fingers brushed against Dee’s moist lower lips. She wriggled and squirmed, spreading her feet slightly. She felt a finger slide inside her pussy. “Oh fuck! Shit! Fuck! Fuck! Ohhhhh, mmmmmm!” Dee cried as, from nowhere her body responded to the attentions of her two unknown lovers. Spasms gripped her pussy, contracting her womb. Her heart pounded as she came hard.

Shaking, her hand went to the zip of the first man’s trousers. She quickly found the object of her search and, as she released it from its confinement, she dropped to her knees. Her pussy was still being vigorously finger-fucked as she wrapped her lips around the large, meaty cock that stood erect before her and drew it into her mouth. She eagerly took as much of it into her mouth and began to suck, her lips sliding effortlessly up and down its length.

Powerful tremors still shook Dee’s body as she sucked hungrily on the cock in her mouth, applying herself diligently to the task. As she sucked, the man gripped her head and began to thrust, slowly but firmly, driving the head of his cock deep into the back of Dee’s throat, making her eyes water.

Dee was so engrossed in enjoying having her mouth fucked that it was a few moments before she realised that the other man was no longer fucking her pussy with his fingers. She looked round and saw him now standing beside his friend, sporting a cock that looked every bit as satisfying as the one that she currently had in her mouth. Almost reluctantly, Dee disengaged her mouth from the first then turned to devour this second cock that was now being offered to her.

“She’s one hell of a cock-sucker, isn’t she?” she heard one of the men ask as sucked hungrily on the cock in her mouth.

“Oh f… fuck yeah! Sh… she most definitely is!” the other replied. By his strained tones, Dee identified the voice as belonging to the owner of the cock she was currently enjoying.

“Bet she fucks as good as she sucks,” The first said.

“I… I’m sure she does…” the other replied.

Feeling increasingly aroused by the compliments they were paying her, Dee began alternating her attention between the two satisfyingly large cocks that were being enthusiastically offered to her. Sucking one then licking the other, moving back and forth, enjoying their moans of pleasure almost as much as the feeling of their cocks between her lips. As she feasted Dee was surprised by the fact that she could feel her pussy getting wetter as anticipation of what would come next continued to mount.

Dee came to a decision. She turned her attention back to the first of the two cocks and began to suck on it in earnest. As her lips travelled up and down the object of her desire she felt a pair of hands slide up her thighs. She sensed, rather than felt the second man take position behind her. Her anticipation climbed still higher, adding to the sensations she was felt as she continued to suck and lick at the cock before her.

With her lips wrapped tightly around the cock in her mouth, Dee braced herself for what was about to come. The seconds ticked by with almost agonising slowness as she waited, a desperate longing to taken hard growing in her with every heartbeat, every breath, every twitch and throb of the cock she was sucking on.

Suddenly she felt the second man’s cock push against the lips of her soaking pussy. The cock slid into her without resistance and she found herself filled at both ends.

“Oh fuck, her pussy is good,” he moaned as he pressed into her, quickly finding his rhythm, “Just wait until you’ve got your cock in here”

He increased his pace and soon Dee could feel his cock slamming into her with all its force. Each thrust of his cock forced her to take the one in her mouth even more deeply into her throat. Savouring the sensations, Dee moved her hips to match his rhythm in such a way as to maximise the sensations at both ends of her body. Back, and her pussy was filled to the brim, stretching to accommodate the cock that was deep inside her. Forward, and the first cock filled her mouth once more

Both men continued to fuck her. Dee could feel her pussy trembling around the thick cock that filled it. She reached back to stroke her clit and it throbbed beneath her fingers.

Once again, she felt her orgasm explode within her. Dee’s pussy gripped the cock inside it tightly; she sucked even harder on the cock that was filling her mouth. She wanted to cry out, to give voice to her pleasure but she couldn’t force any sound out from around the thick cock between her lips.

With some unspoken agreement both men decided to change places. Dee let herself be lifted from the floor, on to her bed as the first man, who had until moments ago been fucking her face lay down next to her. “Climb on top of me,” he commanded. Still trembling from the intensity of her climax, Dee slowly lowered herself onto his lap. Then using one hand to hold his erect member in position, she deftly guided it into her. The feeling of his cock filling her sent her over the edge again.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” her lover asked as she impaled herself on his cock.

“Oh fuck yes!!” Dee moaned, “I’m loving every fucking second!”

He raised his hands to her breasts, squeezing them and teasing her nipples as Dee began to move up and down, clenching the walls of her pussy around him.

As he fucked her from below, he began to suck on her nipples again. The feeling of his lips and tongue against them sent feelings like electric shocks coursing through her body.

The second guy presented his cock and Dee greedily began to suck on it. The taste of her juices coating his thick cock combined with the sensations in her clit and her pussy sent her over the edge and she came again with a giant shudder. So intense were her feelings that she would have screamed were it not, once again for the fat, juicy cock between her lips.

Dee allowed herself to come down and slowly found her rhythm again. She was being lifted and lowered onto the cock below her with such force that her pussy was beginning to feel raw.

Dee’s pussy and mouth were allowed a brief moment of respite as she found herself being positioned on all fours. The men changed position again. The cock which, moments before, she had been impaling herself on was now being thrust between her lips. Dee savoured the taste of her juices on its length as it was forced roughly into her mouth. She felt strong hands gripping her hips, the head of the other cock pressing against her enflamed lower lips. Dee pushed her hips back to receive it, taking it deep inside her. With both her pussy and mouth stuffed full once more, she gave herself over to them, surrendering herself to their wants.

As one cock hammered her increasingly tender pussy, Dee sucked and licked the cock that was in front of her with increasing abandon. Every deep thrust of the cock in her pussy forced more of the other thick cock into her mouth.

The pounding of her pussy continued; her jaw was beginning to ache. Dee didn’t mind; every nerve in her body was on fire as she endured the merciless assault of the two cocks.

Suddenly the man pulled out and for a moment she felt a great sense of emptiness inside her where his cock had been. Moments later she felt the head of his cock being pressed firmly against her other entrance. Dee let the other cock slip from her mouth. “Ohhhhhh, aaaaahhhhhh, mmmmmm…” she moaned as her arsehole yielded to the pressure

Slowly, inch by delicious inch she felt the first cock invade her arse. Dee slid her hips back to meet his thrust and soon he was moving his cock inside her again. After a few stokes he pulled out again. The other man lay on his back on the bed and motioned Dee to climb on to him. She did so, and wasted no time guiding his cock into her pussy. She could hardly suppress the thrill of knowing what was about to happen as she slid down his length and then began to ride his thick cock.

Once again, Dee felt the other cock press against her arsehole. She paused briefly, allowing him to enter her. When it was in Dee delighted at the sensations of having both holes filled at once. As she accustomed herself to the new sensations, her only regret was that there wasn’t a third cock for her to suck as her two lovers thrust deeply inside her.

With their cocks now buried deep in her pussy and back passage, Dee was final free to give voice to her pleasure. “Oh fuck that’s sooooo good,” she moaned, “Fuck my pussy! Fuck my arse! Fuck me hard! Fuck me! Fuck me!! FUCK MEEEEEEEEEE!!!”

Feeling herself sandwiched between them she felt the pressure in her clit rise again. They were both thrusting into her as hard as they could and she was enjoying every second. Savouring the double intrusion, Dee, moaned her encouragement, letting both men know how much she was enjoying their attentions.

From their breathing she knew that soon they wouldn’t last much longer. She ground her hips down and pushed back at the same time, drawing the two cocks as deep into her pussy and her arse as she could. She came again. “Ohhhh, ohhhh, ooooh yesssss! Yessssss! Mmmmmm YESSSSSSSSSS!!” she cried, this time being able to give vent to the screaming release that had been denied her on the previous occasions.

As if her screaming was the signal the men had been waiting for, the delicious abuse of her holes suddenly stopped. The first man slowly pulled his cock from her back passage. Still shaking, Dee felt herself being lifted off the other cock. Still gripped in the throes of her climax, she was allowed to lie back on the bed as the two men took up positions on either side, pointed their cocks at her and began to wank them furiously.

Dee couldn’t tell which of her lovers came first, but she didn’t care. “Mmmmmm, that’s nice,” she purred contentedly as the first cock erupted, sending spurts of hot, sticky cum over her face and neck. It was still spewing its load over her when she, heard a low moan from her left then felt the second load hit her, covering her breasts with its warm stickiness.

Dee lay there for a moment then began to rub the cum into her skin. As her sticky fingers made contact with her nipples the dirtiness of the situation overwhelmed her and she allowed herself a final small climax.

With small but intense tremors gripping her body, she continued to massage her breasts, relishing the feeling as she spread the sticky load all over them. She licked her fingers clean then turned to the two cocks that were now diminishing. She gently licked each one clean, savouring the mixed taste of cum and her own juices. Once that task had been completed, she greedily licked her lips, wiped her face and licked the last traces of cum from her fingers.

Lying there, tired, tender but extremely satisfied on her bed, Dee was scarcely aware of the men as they quickly dressed and left her room. She wondered if she could be bothered with the effort of getting herself cleaned up and going back downstairs to the bar again. Feeling warm and surprisingly comfortable despite her various aches, she decided not to bother.

Later, having finally summoned up the last reserves of energy to shower and get ready for bed, Dee’s last thought as she turned off the light was the realisation that she hadn’t found out her lovers’ names.

“I don’t know. He is usually always home,” Debbie told Rose. “I wanted to give him the new beer I got him so he can put it in the fridge before it gets warm and I have to leave.”

“You seem to know him quite well, what is he like?”, Rose inquired.

“I don’t know him as well as I’d like to. I can tell you this, he is not just a good looking man. He is a kind, gentle guy who looks at you when you speak and listens when you talk.”

“I’ve never talked to him.”

“What? You have lived upstairs from him for what, two years now? Why on earth have you never talked to him?” Debbie asked.

“He intimidates me, I think. I know he is single. He has always been pleasant when I’ve seen him in the hall. He always says hello and all that. I never even returned his greeting until this weekend.”

“Wow girlfriend,” Debbie quipped, “You don’t know what you’re missing. You really should get to know him. I doubt he’d bite.”

“After what I heard this weekend, are you sure of that?”

“Oh you heard them too huh?”

“Damned right I did. Who was that woman? Where did she come from and why oh why wasn’t that me?” Rose stated emphatically.

“Her name is Holly and she is a friend of his. He introduced her to me. She is a very sexy woman.”

“Her body is to die for. From what I heard, she sure loved what he did to her, and did to her, over and over again.” Rose laughed. “And he did her, over and over again.”

“Just how much did you hear?”

Rose laughed loudly and blushed deeply, “All of it. Thursday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday too. Let me just say, it was the best sex I never had.”

“I hear that. I heard all of it too. I have to say this, I am glad no one came into the building or they would have caught me in a very bad situation. I stood in the hall with my hand in my panties for hours listening to her screams and climaxes. I don’t think I’ve ever been so wet in my life.”

Rose laughed and opened her purse. “Hon, you should have come upstairs. I have another one of these.” With that, she pulled a stethoscope from her purse. “At least I was naked and when she came, so did we.”

“The big question now is, was she just loud or is he that good?” Debbie mused.

“I really don’t know but we’d better change the subject. Here he is.”

I pulled up and began unloading the car. Not a lot of food but a shit load of booze. Rum Runners take a lot to make and I never want to run out. I did buy food too and I wanted to get it taken care off as well. I entered the lobby and saw Debbie and the oriental girl standing there.

“Hi ladies, how is your day going?”

“Great, now that you are here.” Debbie said. “I was hoping to see you before I left.”

“Oh, what did I do now?”, I smirked.

“I have a couple of cases of a new beer and I want your opinion.”

I flashed a pleasant smile, “Oh, as long as I am not in trouble. Anything you want dear lady.”

“See Rose, you don’t have to be afraid of him. He’s a sweetheart.”

“Rose? Is your name Rose?”, I asked as I looked into her striking face. “Dammit, I am sure slipping. It has only taken me almost two years to find that out. I hate getting old.”

Debbie did the formal introductions and went to get the beer. She set it by my door and said she had to do a promotion at a local bar.

“You have a good evening Debbie.”

She reached over and quite uncharacteristically planted a soft kiss on my cheek, “Anything I want huh, I’ll have to remember that.”

“Now what the hell brought that on?”, I wondered aloud as I reached down to pick up my bags.”

“Here, let me help you with those,” Rose offered and picked up several heavy bags. “Debbie wasn’t kidding when she said that you’re apartment was spectacular. Who is your decorator?”

I began to laugh and my mind flashed back many years, “A couple of lovely women friends from Ft. Lauderdale. I’ve known them for years and anytime I move, they insist on doing my apartment or house.”

Rose wondered if that was all they insisted on doing but she kept that thought to herself. “Well they certainly have done a wonderful job on this place. I love the gray leather furniture. It is so rich. Where did you find this bar?”

“They had it custom made for here. Their interior decor business has flourished and they have amazing contacts. They will do anything I want.” Then I burst out laughing. “Anything, that is, but let me drive their car.”

Rose looked at me funny and I just smiled and said, “Sorry, private joke.”

“You sure bought a lot of rum here. You planning another party?

“No, but my favorite drink takes a lot of rum to make. Actually, I was just thinking of making one. Will you join me?

“I would love to but I’d like to change first, if that is okay.”

“Great, I’ll get the food and beer in the fridge while you are doing that. Hurry back.” I watched as Rose picked up her purse and noted her delicate features. Fashionably cut, jet black hair framed her lovely oval face. She was impeccably dressed in a very tailored business suit. She was trim and stood just over 5′ 5″. Her business attire hid many of her other features but to say that she as attractive would be quite an understatement.

I took out some veal, mushrooms, onions and peppers for dinner as I filled the fridge with the balance of the groceries. I was just putting the liquor and beer away when there was a tapping on my door. I let Rose in and did a double take at the woman that entered my place. Perhaps it was the caramel colored flesh, her shining black hair or her refreshed makeup with perfectly shaped lips, no matter what it was, it took my breath away. Rose was lovely.

I walked to the bar and grabbed the blender. Rose watched in amazement as I began to make our drinks.

“Are you trying to get me drunk?”

I laughed and handed her a tall, frosted, delicious Rum Runner. “No Rose, if I was, I would have made it properly.”

“No one told me you were a magician!”, Rose exclaimed as she took a drink. “There is no way you can hand me a drink that I watched you make and not taste any booze in it at all. How did you do that?”

“I’m good…that’s how,” I grinned.

We finally got to know each other and I learned that Rose was a sales representative for a medical supply company. She was single, never married and her only outside activity was she loved to swim. I could understand that as it was apparent that she was meant to be in the water. Rose had changed into short denim shorts and a tee shirt that did not come close to the waist of her shorts. It wasn’t as short as Holly’s but it failed to conceal a very tight abdomen.

“Your girlfriend is certainly a sexy woman,” Rose stated.

“Girlfriend? Oh no. Holly is a friend who I see a few times a year. She owns a restaurant in Boca and we have been good friends for a number of years. We met as a result of an article I had written and our friendship blossomed from there. Since, at that time, we both owned restaurants, we found that we had a lot in common.”

“I have to tell you this, this is the best drink I’ve ever had. I can’t taste the liquor but I can sure feel it.”

“I’m glad you like it. They are my favorite. Are you hungry? I bought some terrific rolls and had planned on a light, but tasty dinner. I have plenty and I’d love the company.”

I created more Rum Runners and that brought a sweet smile from Rose. I moved to the kitchen and began to prepare a simple veal sandwich with mushrooms, peppers and onions. Rose watched as I deftly created the sandwich with a simple arugula salad and presented it to her.

She ate delicately. I had a hard time keeping my concentration from anything other than her lovely lips as we ate.

“So you wrote an article about restaurants and that is how you two met.”

I burst out laughing, “Oh no, I am a writer but I also write hard core porn as well and that is how we met. I had written a story and she apparently enjoyed it. She wrote me and since my lady had moved to Europe and I was living in Key West, she decided to come for a visit. She spent a few days enjoying Key West with me, enjoying my place and the food. We became close friends. Hell, she got me in trouble too but that is besides the point.”

I think the booze had begun to hit her when she quipped, “Got you in trouble?”

It was my turn to blush. I turned to grab the cheesecake from the refrigerator as I said, “Holly can be quite loud.”

“REALLY…I would never have guess that!” I spun around and Rose just sat there laughing. “If I was a betting girl, I bet they would have heard her in Rome.”

“Oh damn, not again!”, I hid my eyes as I cut a slice of cheesecake and garnished it for Rose.

“Mmmmm did you make this? It is amazing. Not only can you cook but you bake as well…amongst other things.”

Her eyes were sparkling and dancing in an impish sort of way. I grabbed our glasses and began another round. Rose came around the back of the bar and walked into my chest. She looked up into my eyes and wrapped her arms around my neck to pull me to her red lips. Her perfume was soft and exotic. Her body molded into mine as our lips touched for the very first time. She held me tightly and our lips began a dance or feather kisses, light touches then firmer, more passionate exploration.

Our exchange ended as she came behind me and watched as I refilled our drinks. I felt her body against mine as I prepared the concoction. The feel of this lovely lady on my back made my task hard to complete. Her slender hands stroked my back delightfully as I finished.

“Did you make this batch the right way?”

“No, why?”

“Make them the right way please.”

I placed the straws in the drinks, turned into her lips and kissed her again. I reached over her her head and took the bottle of 151 from the shelf. I broke the kiss, spun and flooded the straw with a generous floater. I handed Rose her glass and she took a large sip. The 151 did the trick and she placed her drink on the bar. She grabbed me and held my face as she bit my lip so sweetly. We walked from the bar arm in arm. Rose touched my chest and I could not help but notice her protruding nipples against the thin cotton of her top.

I went to sit on the sofa when she whispered, “No, not here. Take me to the bedroom please. I want you so much. I want to make love to you all night long.”

She threw her arms around my neck and kissed me deeply. Rose made no bones about it, she had an need. She had a lust and she wanted me to fill it. I kissed her deeply as I picked up this tender woman and carried her to the bedroom. She lay on the bed and beckoned me to her. The room was dark and I reached over and pushed a single button on the nightstand.

Soft, sensuous music wafted in the air and seductive lighting bathed the room. Rose lay there in amazement as I returned with our drinks. She took a sip and sat the drink down, luxuriating in the ambiance around her. The music was perfect and the woman was divine. This was not the woman I had seen so often over the years. Rose had a side to her that begged to be satisfied. I lay beside her and ran my hands through her silky long locks. As my fingers touched her face, she purred and held herself tight against my hand. I laid beside her and stroked lovingly.

“I am so upset with myself. Why, oh why, have I waited so long to let you know what I’ve been thinking about?” Rose murmured. “I’ve wanted this for well over a year. Kiss me please. Make love, sweet delicious love to me. I want to feel your strong body next to me, on me and in me.”

I reached over and pushed another button on the nightstand and returned to Rose’s passions. My strong hands stroked her neck. My fingers teased her and toyed with her. She gasped as I drew small circles around her ears. I drew my hand onto her neck and I played with the neckline of her top. I drew my fingers down between her breasts and onto her hard, flat stomach. She inhaled deeply as I began to to stroke her taut flesh. I leaned over and kissed her neck. Rose turned her head and allowed me full access to her. She shivered as my lips caressed her soft flesh. When my tongue circumnavigated her ear, she shrieked with joy. I kissed her eyes and then her lovely nose. She kissed me with total abandoned as my hand moved up her stomach and under delicious breast.

The thin fabric of her top rode against my hand and her silky flesh thrilled every nerve ending in my body. The scent of this woman coupled with her desirous mouth, fueled my passions wildly. Our tongues clashed hungrily as my hand stroked the tender flesh beneath her lovely breasts. Rose threw her arms over her head begging me to remove her top. I pulled the thin fabric over her head and gazed at her sweet, firm, heaving breasts. Their perfect shape was inspiring. Her small areolas were barely an inch across and adorned with delightful rock hard, passion filled nipples that begged to be sucked.

I slid my hands to her waist and undid the clasp to remove her shorts. She raised her hips as I slid them over her truly remarkable legs. I pulled her panties off and inhaled as her most intimate area came into view. Her hips framed a perfect triangle of perfectly coiffed jet black hair which ended just above one of the most delicious, puffy lipped pussies I had ever seen. It glistened and the hood of her clit was so prominent between those delicious folds.

“Do you like what you see?” she asked sweetly.

“You are absolutely wonderful Rose,” I stated as I looked into her luscious almond shaped eyes. “You are spectacular, breathtaking and lovely.”

“Are you sure? My boobs aren’t as big as Holly’s by any stretch of the imagination.”

“Holly bought hers sweetheart. I prefer yours to hers any day.”

Rose smiled and I turned her over onto her stomach. I reached over to the nightstand and extracted a bottle from a concealed drawer. I poured some onto my hand and began to massage the hot oil onto Roses shoulders.

“What? How? Oh that feels so good. Mmmm, oh this is simply wonderful.”

I began to give her a massage that sent her into sweet moans as I caressed every sweet inch of her lovely body. The hot oil thrilled her as I caressed the tender sides of her body and over her hips.

“Oh you delicious man. You delicious, sexy man.”

I massaged her feet and then her legs. The sheen of the oil on her asian flesh in the seductive light was positively intense. She shivered as I kissed the back of her knees and up her thighs. I turned her over and Rose sat up and swiftly removed my clothes. She kissed me and I playfully threw her back onto the bed and regained the oil.

I oiled my hands and began to cup her firm, full breasts. Her diamond hard nipples grazed my palms, barely touching them. The tenderness of the touch sent shock waves through her. I held my hands barely above her hard nipples and I looked deep into her eyes. I arched my hands and pulled the muscles tight.

“Whatever you are doing is awesome. I can feel some kind of electricity flowing from your hands. It feels so amazingly sexy. Don’t stop it, mmmmm don’t stop it at all!” Rose yelped. I moved my hands lower onto her belly and she inhaled deeply. Her hard, tight stomach contracted as I gazed into her eyes. “You’re going to make me cum. I don’t know how, but you are. Oh YES, Oh YES, YES, YES!”

I kissed her and stroked her belly as she quit spasming. I retrieved the warm oil and applied it to her hips as I moved between her lovely legs. My hands caressed her pelvic bone and down onto her thighs. Her shapely legs felt wonderful. As my gaze fell onto her naked body, I was amazed that this gorgeous creature was the same one who had lived above me for so long.

As my slippery hands caressed her inner thighs, Rose moaned delightfully. Her small hands caressed her breasts as the heat of her thighs built her desire deeper. My hands moved into her puffy folds and I parted them sweetly. Rose inhaled sharply as I exhaled on her opened lips. She swiveled her hips lovingly when the first sweet sensation my tongue caused stirred her brain. As it gently began its exploration into her wetness, Rose became increasingly inflamed.

“You are doing this so well. Oh yes, please don’t stop. You feel so good and I love this. Lick me, don’t stop licking me. I love this so much,” she cooed.

My lips and mouth toyed and teased her deliciously. When my tongue began to circle her clit Rose lifted her hips completely off the bed and forced her blazing, lovely lips hard onto my face. Her hips began to ride my face delightfully. Her moisture intensified as our union was complete. I closed over her hard nub and I began to stroke the sweet, smooth underside.

“Suck my clit darling. So soft and so gentle. I am going to ride your face. Ride your fabulous face so hard. Oh fuck, I am going to cum, cum on your face. Oh your tongue is delicious. I’m cumming. Oh I am cumming baby. Oh yes.”

Rose rode my face mercilessly. Her thrashing and thrusting were spectacular as she reveled in her bliss. I slid two fingers inside her and pushed upwards. I felt that sweet, spongy area and pressed harder as I continued to tantalize her hard clit.

“Oh my God! Oh fuck yes! Don’t stop! Never stop! Oh dammit, Oh YESSSS! OH I’m going to flood your face so much!”

Rose began to buck like a bronco and she began to squirt massive rivers onto my face. I kept pressing and she kept cumming. I drank her down and she was unstoppable. Her flailing only increased her passion and her lust was beyond description. I slipped my fingers from her and trailed my tongue up her stomach and onto her bosom. I tweaked her nipples then kissed her lovely lips.

My rigid shaft slipped along her velvet slit and her moisture wet me fully. Rose dug her nails into my back as my head teased her tight opening. My cock slid snugly into Rose. She moaned and bit my lower lip as I filled her lovely hot twat. Our hips reveled in the union and I began to stroke deep into her tunnel of sensuality. Our lips mashed, her nails dug in as my hip speed increased wonderfully. I sliced into her hard and fast. Her vice like pussy began grabbing and adhering to my barreling cock. I felt her muscles tighten and her belly flatten and she began to cum. She rode my cock exquisitely as I continued to pound her wet pussy. Rose came again and again and I never broke my cadence.

“Oh you delightful man. You lovely wonderful fucker. My pussy is on fire. I am going to explode again and again. Darling fuck me more, I want more. I need you more and more. Oh fuck, here it cums. I’m cumming. Oh yes, yes, yes. Oh give it to me. Give it all to me. Make me yours now!” Rose screamed.

I slammed deep into her and I felt my cock swell. My legs began to tremble. My breathing was off the chart. I began to cum and it was inspiring. My balls lifted and I shot hard and deep into her tight loving cunt. Rose felt the flood and her hips became a blur as she rode me, milking every loving drop of my hot seed.

I collapsed onto her and we kissed passionately as I softened inside her. We lay together, reveling in the passion we had shared. Our inflamed skin was so sensitive to our every move yet we teased each other deliciously. I stroked her jet black hair and she lovingly ran her hands along my body. We kissed tenderly and enjoyed this terrific afterglow.

“I think we need a refill,” I said as I pulled myself from the bed. I grabbed our glasses and headed for the bar. Rose followed me.

“I was told most of my life that you have to act if you’re going to win and I sure learned that lesson tonight.”

“What do you mean by that?”, I inquired.

“Well, I have lost two years of my life living above a man I always wished I knew. I could never bring myself to even say hello. I must be fifty kinds of stupid,” Rose stated as she came behind me, wrapping her arms around me and resting her face on my back. “I don’t have a wild sex life, in fact, I haven’t had any in a very long time. To think that the gentlest, sexiest man, has lived below me all this time and I did nothing about it, makes me want to cry.”

Disclaimer: All right, this story is not real. NOT REAL! Not to be read by anyone under the age of 18/21 yadda yadda yadda! I’d love to hear some feedback as per usual. please feel free to leave me a comment in the COMMENT Box at the end of the page. You see those big empty stars too? Maybe bump those up to five full ones? We wouldn’t want them to be empty now would we? All alone like that? You’re not a monster are you?

This author would like to thank: TNP, Thee_Disciple, MaitreNuit and DarkLord Z for always being able to proof read my crap.

Special thanks go out to a very special Kelly Kelly fan who helped me write this fic. You know who you are ;)

Author’s Note: Yeah, so you may have read about this on another site under a different name. That’s just because I can’t fit the full name in the Literotica title. ;)

Kelly Kelly and Christian were walking backstage after tagging together successfully to get the advantage in their upcoming matches at the latest WWE Pay per View, Tables, Ladders and Chairs. They were very jolly and drinking from their little red plastic cups of water and discussing their favourite parts of the match.

“God, Kelly you were great! That bitch McCool never knew what hit her after that elbow!”

Kelly giggled, glad she was working with such a talented and seasoned veteran of the squared circle. She was clad in a tight pink bra top, a tiny pair of black leather shorts and matching black boots that ran to the tip of her knee.

“Well, I couldn’t take all of the blame! My super-bestest team mate did most of the work!” She placed a hand on the small of his back and smiled sweetly. “You were just awesome!”

Christian smiled and looked at her, as she bit her lip cutely.

“Well, I wouldn’t say I was super-bestest… Ah what the hell of course I would! But, I think we should probably toast to our match and our new friendship! To new partners!”

Christian lifted the plastic cup up in the air and motioned to Kelly to do the same thing. She giggled and lifted her plastic cup up as well, knocking it against Christian’s she ran her tongue over her pink lip gloss and smiled sweetly. They sipped the water together as a light bulb went off in Kelly’s head.

“Oh that reminds me. Before I got here, Laycool totally threatened to jump me if we won tonight. So I put my stuff in your locker room? Do you mind if I change there? If it’s not too much trouble?” Kelly asked, biting her lip gently.

Smiling, Christian couldn’t quite believe his luck. He pounded back the cup of water and pretended to ponder it for a moment. “Well, gee Kelly. Me and you are great partners and everything but would I really want a super hot blonde in my locker with me? Survey says? Hell yeah! Of course you can stay with me!”

Kelly pouted as Christian pretended to ponder the question. She lightly punched him on the arm but then made up for it with a soft, sweet kiss on his cheek.

“Thanks, you’re such a sweet-heart!” She smiled, tossing her long blonde hair backwards and linking her arm in his as they walked to his locker room. They reached his locker room and as he went to open the door it fell open, like they typically do in movies. You know the shots, when someone else is in the room with them?

Walking in carefully, Christian saw that his whole locker room had been torn to pieces. His gym bag had been torn apart, his clothing all over the place. It ran from the bench in the middle of the locker room to the shower cubicle on the other side.

Peering into the shower, he saw that most of his stuff had been piled in there with his spare tights clogging up the drain.

“Perfect!” He cried aloud, holding up the soggy tights. The water hadn’t been running for long but was warm to the touch.

“Oh jeepers.” Kelly exclaimed, surveying the damage. She bit her lip cutely and helped him remove his mess from the shower, she walked up behind him and placed her hand on his back again.

“I’m soooo sorry about this!” The sultry, hot-bodied blonde exclaimed. “Do you mind if I still shower here?” She asked, as Christian fished out his iPod, pressing the play button, the LED screen flashed to life.

Looking up, the question registered with him. “Oh… Oh no, go ahead. I’ll be out here with my iPod.”

Christian walked out of the shower cubicle and placed his ear buds in his ears and went to work tidying the mess up.

Kelly Kelly felt bad for him, and although wanted to help him, needed a shower first. He walked out of the cubicle with a heavy set of shoulders, she shook her head and bit her lip. Bending over, she unzipped her boots and stepped out of them. Next, she unzipped her trunks and stepped out of them, kicking them to one side revealing a tiny black thong. Finally, she unclasped her bra and let that fall next to her thong and wrestling trunks. She put her hand towards the steel knob and turned it on, the warm water a welcome relief.

Christian turned his iPod up full blast and drowned out the outside world. He started to stuff items into his large, now empty gym bag. Coming across his smaller bag full up of shampoo and shaving cream. He saw that Kelly didn’t have such a bag, she certainly didn’t have one with her when she showered. He knew that this shower typically took a while to warm up, so he stopped his iPod and without thinking he walked into the cubicle and was greeted with an astonishing sight. Kelly was washing her young, hot body and hadn’t noticed he was there. He knew he should have looked away from his latest partner but she was so hot and desirable he had fought the urge. A sizeable tent had formed in his tights as he watched her. His right hand moved down to stroke his organ as she showered.

The warm water sprayed liberally over her body as she ran her smooth hands all over her sexy body. Her hands worked on her large breasts, her nipples hardening under the jet of water. Slowly, she leaned forward and ran her hands down to her sexy little ass, rubbing soap liberally over her body. Casting a look over her shoulder, she could see her tag partner there, gawping at the image.

Giggling lightly, Kelly Kelly looked towards him and smiled. Running her tongue over her luscious pink lips and while keeping an innocent look on her face, asked him an innuendo. “Do you want to shower too Christian? I could do with someone doing my back.”

It took all of his mental strength not to look behind him to see if someone else was there. Christian gave a comedic gulp and nodded happily, walking into the cubicle he showed her his bottle of shampoo.

“I have this if you need it?” The handsome young Canadian said, his confidence growing as he approached his hot-as-hell tag partner.

“Mmm Hmmm. Yes please!” She smiled warmly as he approached her. She glanced down and giggled at the sight in front of her.

“You can keep you tights on Christian.”

Looking down at his crotch he smiled as he realised he was still clad in his wrestling gear. “They help me shampoo better.” He said with a smirk. Walking into the cubicle with her, he took hold of the bottle and sprayed some of the liquid into the palm of his hand. Pausing for a brief moment, he drank in the sight before him. He then rubbed the liquid into the luscious blonde’s shoulder blades.

“Thanks a lot Christian.” Kelly moaned softly when his hands came in contact with her skin. She leaned forward slightly against the wall, while pushing her juicy ass back against his crotch, watching the water spill over his sexy body and his trunks. Very coyly, Kelly grinded her ass left to right, just to toy with her partner.

The Canadian’s eyes fought to stay open as the pleasure of having her young, sexy ass rub against his crotch. “You’re… ugh… Welcome Kelly.” The soap started to foam as he ran it into her soft skin. He watched a lone bit of bubbly water run down her back and onto her ass before reaching her actual crack. He smiled and thought about how nice it would be to be inside there, like that water was.

Kelly trapped Christian’s thick bulge between her soft ass cheeks with a wide grin as she moved back and forth, watching the stud’s facial expression. “You’re such a good partner.” Kelly softly moaned, seeing how hot she can get her partner. “Maybe I should help you get all cleaned up.”

“Maybe you should? After all, partners share the work right?” He said with a smile. He ran his hands down her back, following a trail of soapy water. He reached her ass hole and slipped a finger inside her hot little bud.

“But I haven’t finished yet.” Taking charge, Christian started to finger Kelly’s ass hole with his right index finger. Pumping the digit in and out of her bud, he smiled as it clenched around his lone digit.

“Ooh fuck! I came in here to get clean, not dirty.” She bit down on her lip as she looked back at him with her mouth wide open, moaning softly with her cheeks filling with blush. Kelly swayed her ass, feeling the finger in her tiny little tight hole. She bent forward more, exposing her backside for him.

“Well, I’ll have to keep you for longer then won’t I? Because I bet you’re a dirty little cum slut aren’t you?” The hot blonde young man said as he pumped his finger in and out of her hole, but then started to play with the patterns. Moving the digit up and down, tracing lines in her butt hole and eventually making eight figures with it. Stretching it out for his main event, later. He then took hold of her left breast with his free hand and playfully squeezed the mound, her nipple pressing hard against his touch.

“Mm, who knew you talked so dirty Christian.” Kelly blushed harder when he questioned her. The toying of her little asshole drove her crazy as she loved being touched in such a sensitive place. She could only grind her ass back to his touch. When he gripped her breast, another moan escaped her mouth. “Damn… So sexy…”

“Well, it only comes out for the best… And baddest of them.” He said with a silent smirk. “Think you can manage two in your ass baby?” He asked as his middle finger came to join the fray. “I bet cock sluts like you could take a fist couldn’t you?”

Kelly’s asshole was extremely tight against the two fingers, as she shook her head quickly, panting hard. Two fingers would be in her tight grip, like a vice as she knew that would be too much. “Fuck.. I can’t handle it..”

Not wanting to hurt her, but still wanting to satisfy one of his kinks and play with her ass. Christian nodded silently.

“Not even if I got it wet first?” He released his grip from her breast and dropped to his knees. He took her luscious cheeks in his hands and parted them. Exposing her butt hole for him to see, he leaned in and flicked his tongue against the hole.

“Oh fuck!” Kelly squealed, as she felt the stud’s wet tongue to her little asshole, which made her extremely wet. She pushed her wet ass back against his face as she panted, making his face bury into her backside.

Christian could feel something warm on his chin and saw that Kelly had gotten wet. Knowing that he was doing well, he started to dart his tongue in and out of her rump, literally tongue fucking her ass. Running his right hand up her leg, he slipped a finger into Kelly’s pussy to sample her delights.

Kelly spread her long legs, as she moved her ass up and down against Christian’s face, shamelessly letting her juices drip onto his chin and neck. She was up against the wall, panting like a little whore from the amount of pleasure she was receiving in her tight holes.

The Canadian smiled as Kelly’s dampness ran over him like he was a major stud. He liberally coated her ass hole with his tongue as she moaned at every touch. Christian’s lone finger soon turned to two as they ran in perfect synchrony with his tongue giving her a see-saw effect. When he pulled her tongue out of her butt hole, his fingers would move in and versa. He smiled at Kelly’s reaction as her cute little ass was grinding up against his face.

“Don’t stop Christian…” Kelly begged as she was completely hot for him. She would push her golden ass against his face, wanting that mouth back on her ass, while her juices would shamelessly drip onto his chin. She even reached back, holding his head against her butt.

He grinned as Kelly whored herself out to him. With no intention of stopping, Christian looked up past her shoulders to see she was panting heavily. Her hand then pushed him back into his anal pleasuring. He started to finger Kelly more intently. Drawing all sorts of shapes in her wet folds, he would draw a line, a square, a figure eight, even drawing out lyrics to Cat Scratch Fever. He had her like putty in his hands, and mouth.

Kelly’s moans were incredibly loud as she felt the experienced fingers of Christian working on her wet hole. She muffled his moans with her juicy ass, not letting him pull away. “Christian… If you… Keep this up… I’m… I’m going to make a mess.” Kelly Kelly whined, as she was going to squirt her juices.

Exactly what he wanted to hear! He smiled and went to work even faster, his tongue work getting sloppy and his fingers dancing freely as he worked the sultry, slutty blonde in front of him.

Kelly’s body was almost shaking as she felt him just work her at a quicker pace. She pushed back several times, her moans escalating until she finally started to squirt her clear liquid onto the handsome, young Canadian’s chin and mouth, trying to lift her ass up higher to get his mouth.

Going with the flow, Christian let Kelly Kelly go and she came all over him. Her clear liquid painted his studly face as she came down from the high of an orgasm. She stumbled slightly as he stood up to catch her. Her back was to him as he played with her large tits and got up all of her cum, savoring the taste. “Well, that’s your ass and pussy done. But I think my down stairs needs a clean now.” He said, pointing to what could only be described as a steel rod in his tights.

Kelly blushed as her tag partner was so eager to drink up her sweet juices. She turned her head to give him a lustful kiss and even get a taste of herself. She slid her warm tongue into his mouth and pulled back. “Sure thing, hunk.” Kelly turned, and had him lean against the wall. She slowly kissed down his chest and abs, while getting onto her knees, her breasts sliding across his wet tights. Kelly gripped the tool and jerked it through the material. “Mmm fuck.. you want me all over this?”

Christian sighed heavily. He put his hands behind his head and looked down to her. He nodded, ready for her to indulge him. “Yes please.”

She decided to tease him, as she rubbed her pretty face against the wet bulge, kissing at it and licking the sides of it as it looked so hot trapped in those wet trunks.

“How big is it?” Kelly asked in a quiet tone, almost mesmerized by the sight.

Christian mulled the question over, while he had never been embarrassed in hockey camp he had never actually measured his shaft. He would’ve guessed it was somewhere between seven and eight inches long. He would’ve guessed right too. His member stood at a proud eight inches and was proportionately thick too.

“About eight inches?”

Kelly’s fingers slipped into the tights and very slowly peeled them down, exposing more and more of the fat tool. When it got to his thighs, Kelly watched in delight as the hard cock sprung out against her mouth.

“Mmm…” The young blonde wrapped her hand around it and slapped the tip against her lips and tongue, still working on teasing him.

Christian groaned at the touch. While he certainly wasn’t ugly he hadn’t had much luck with the ladies. It was considered a no-no to date WWE Divas as it caused problems and being on the road close to 24/7 meant that he had little time for relationships. He watched with baited breath as the sexy minx teased him.

“Such a big dick..” Kelly rubbed the tip against her lips as if she was applying lipstick, all the while keeping her innocent look upon her face. She took it into her mouth and sucked on 3 inches slowly, while keeping eye contact. Her hands slid onto Christian’s thighs, moving them back and forth as she bobbed her head.

The Canadian’s eyes fluttered lightly as she applied pressure to his organ. She had kept eye contact with him as she sucked him, he watched with glee as she moved his shaft over her lips before sucking more of his member. She had placed her soft hands on his thighs and was moving them rhythmically with each suck. He placed his hands on top of them and smiled.

Kelly slowly led her tag partner’s hands along with hers to his firm ass. She pushed forward, quickly taking 7 inches into her warm mouth. Her lips remained tightly around the shaft as her tongue rolled around in circles.

He groaned as Kelly Kelly had almost deep throated him. She was certainly a natural cock sucker, he wanted to say something similar but didn’t want to offend her and kill the mood. Instead, he opted for a dirty compliment. “Yeah, you take that dick baby.”

The hot blonde’s nails dug into his backside as she pushed forward, gagging lightly until she deep-throated the large cock. Her lips touched the base, her nose against his toned waist and his balls against her chin. She grabbed at his ass, urging him to thrust as she tried to breathe through her nose.

He quickly got with the program.

‘Damn this girl’s freaky!’ He thought to himself as he tangled her blonde hair in his hand and thrust forward, trying to invade her already full mouth. Kelly gagged loudly, her nose pressed to his waist as she tried to push her tongue out and lap at his balls gently. She closed her eyes, moving her mouth left to right.

“You want my balls?” He half-asked, half-taunted as she gagged. “You’ll need to work for them. If this gets too much just tap me on my thigh.” Christian said, giving Kelly little chance to prepare. He then started to face fuck her, bringing her mouth up and slamming it back down making sure to go easy. It had taken her some effort to deep throat him.

Kelly kept her eyes clenched as she took the face-fucking, swallowing and gagging on the large wet tool. She then opened her eyes to take in the sight of her partner’s wet body, flexing as she allowed him to use her mouth.

Christian looked down on her with kind eyes, everyone had their kinks and this happened to be his. God bless her, she was taking it like a trooper. Kelly Kelly made an unnatural guttural sound as she was face-fucked. Her mouth little better than a pussy at this point.

After a moment, she grabbed his thigh and pulled back, coughing and catching her breath. She licked her lips and admired the wet cock coated in her saliva, before the water ran over it. “Fuck…”

“Fuck? Fuck yeah!” Christian said with a smile.

“You took that like a champ!” He exclaimed, picking her up and kissing her warmly. Their tongues intertwined as he went to grope the male favourites. Her tits and ass. Kelly licked at his tongue, as she worked at his cock, jerking it and rubbing it against her soft thigh.

“Mmm, fuck me please.” She begged, looking at him with her pouty cute face.

Christian had reached a similar conclusion.

“You got it babe.” He then lifted Kelly up in the air with her butt cheeks and as she wrapped her legs around his waist, he positioned his member at her entrance. Letting go of her for just a moment, his shaft fully invaded her wet folds.

Kelly moaned into her tag partner’s ear as she held her body against his. Her juicy breasts were pinned to his wet pecs as she kissed at his ear, nibbling. “Mmm, you’re soooo hot Christian.” Kelly moaned, loving how the thick cock sank into her.

“Uh… You’re hotter!” Christian said with a smile, her wet mouth playing with his ear. They staggered around the cubicle for a brief moment as he bounced her up and down on his shaft. Half walking, half staggering over to the nearest wall, he placed her shoulders up against it and started to drive in and out of her as fast as he could manage.

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