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Chapter 1: Gracie’s Fantasy



Gracie McGuire liked it rough.



So you can imagine her disappointment when her current lover continued to plunge in and out of her body with all the enthusiasm and finesse of a lame horse put out to pasture. Her lover’s sweaty, going-to-flab, body was a testament to too many hours behind a desk, and his farmer’s tan was attributed to too many business meetings on the golf course.



John Johnson was a stud in the banking world, but he was a dud in the bedroom.



Gracie watched with detached amusement as he gave a final thrust and groaned out a climax. His face mottled bright red with the exertion of success and the veins in his forehead bulged. She thought briefly of faking her own orgasm, but decided he was already past the point of noticing that she hadn’t been satisfied. At least he was starting to last a little longer. She’d had time to go through her entire grocery-shopping list before his “Big Finish.”



“Oh, Gracie, you are one hot little number. It just keeps getting better and better,” John panted, giving her breast one last squeeze before he pulled out of her and discarded the condom.



“Mmmm,” she moaned and rolled her eyes. It wouldn’t do any good to expound on his false virtues. His ego was already inflated enough. Not to mention she was afraid if she opened her mouth to speak she’d tell him how much she hated being called a hot little number in that condescending Texas drawl. She was a tax attorney for God’s sake, not an exotic dancer.



John flopped down on the bed beside her and was almost asleep before she’d turned onto her side to face him. “Don’t forget we have that dinner tonight,” he mumbled. “There will be a lot of important clients there.”



“I know,” Gracie said, annoyance lacing her voice. “You sent the invitation to my office a month ago. I’ll be representing Decker, Deets and McGuire if I can live up to your expectations. I might even make it through the night without embarrassing you or my firm.”



“Now, honey, don’t take that tone. You know that’s not what I meant. Any man would be lucky to show up with an intelligent, beautiful woman like you on his arm to an event like this. You’ll make me proud. Just make sure you wear something conservative.”



Because I always dress like a slut at business functions, you moron, she thought.



“I have just the thing in mind,” Gracie said in a breathy tone that would have done Marilyn Monroe proud and fluttered her eyelashes. She leaned over John’s still form and bit the lobe of his ear gently.



“Now Gracie, honey, you’re going to have to make due with what you just got. I’ve got to rest up for tonight. I know you’ve been reading those magazines about multiple orgasms and such, but the same just isn’t true for a man. Maybe if you’re real good tonight I’ll be in the mood again when we get home.”



“How about if I don’t wear any panties under my conservative dress and you fuck me in the elevator,” Gracie whispered. She found satisfaction as John’s breath hitched just a little at her suggestion. There might be hope for him after all.



“There are cameras in those elevators.”



“Even better,” she said, taking a firm grip on his flaccid penis.



“You’re not thinking of your career,” John stammered. “Or mine either. What’s come over you, Gracie? This is crazy talk.”



“I heard how excited you got when I suggested you fuck me in the elevator. Everybody has an adventurous side, John. Sometimes it’s just a little suppressed. Does the idea of me having a kinky side turn you on?”



Gracie held down John’s hands next to his body as she rubbed her body against him and kissed him hungrily. She licked her way down to his chest and nipped lightly at his nipples with her teeth before kissing her way down to her ultimate goal.



“Yes,” he whispered.



“What was that, John? I didn’t hear you.”



“I said the idea of you having a kinky side turns me on,” he said louder, with more conviction, as if he were trying to convince himself.



Gracie felt the wetness between her thighs and knew John wouldn’t deny her satisfaction this time. She’d see to it herself.



“Would you like me to tell you about my kinkier side?” she asked, taking his hardening cock between her lips and swirling her tongue around the bulbous tip.



“Y…yesss,” he hissed, gritting his teeth at the onslaught of new pleasure. Gracie worked him in her mouth a little longer before she spoke of something she’d never told anyone.



“You see, John, I have these fantasies,” she said, working him with her hand and cupping his sac gently in the palm of her hand. “In my fantasy, a masked stranger comes out of nowhere, ripping at my clothes and pressing his hard body against me. I scream, but that only makes his cock harder. He likes it when I fight him. He might even have to punish me a little. You see, in my fantasy I like to be dominated. Do you want to be my stranger and make my fantasies come true? Can you imagine what I’d look like tied to your bed? Black satin sheets beneath my pale body, a blindfold covering my eyes and my limbs straining against the handcuffs that hold me captive?”



John gasped aloud, and Gracie smiled as he hardened further in her hand. So much for men needing recuperating time, she smirked.



“Mmmm, I bet you’d like to dominate me, John. Maybe even turn me over and spank me till my ass is red and welted with your handprints.”



John was really panting now, and Gracie figured she could get him to come again just by talking dirty, but her pleasure was the goal this time. She slipped her finger between her lips and wet it while pumping his shaft in a steady rhythm. Drops of moisture gathered on the tip of his cock and she leaned over and lapped them up like a cat licking at a bowl of fresh cream.



“Yum. You taste so good,” she said as she brought her finger down and circled her moist nub, gathering more wetness. “My ass is red from your spanking, John. What will you do to me next?”



Gracie left her own pleasure for a moment, enjoying her roll as temptress. She took her dampened finger and massaged the sensitive spot between John’s balls and anus, reveling in the harsh groan he admitted.



“I’m waiting for an answer, John.”



Gracie blew softly along the damp trail left by her finger and watched as goosebumps covered John’s entire body before moving her finger lower. She circled the puckered hole of his anus with her finger and gently pushed it in up to the first knuckle. “Would you fuck me here?” she asked.



John was panting like a steam engine, and Gracie knew he wouldn’t last much longer. He was harder than she’d ever seen him. She withdrew her finger and moved up his body so she straddled him.



“I’d love to have you ram that nice hard cock right up my ass. I bet it would hurt real good.” With that declaration, Gracie slammed herself down on John’s cock and moaned at how hard he was, how full she felt. Even as wet as she was, the invasion was painful and would be felt for days to come. Her muscles clamped around him like a vise, and she rode him as if he really were the lover of her fantasies. Gracie cupped her full breasts in her hands and pinched her nipples, the effect causing her vaginal muscles to spasm. She was lost to her own pleasure and didn’t protest when John took hold of her hips and slammed her down on his cock in a frenzy of passion and lust.



“Oh, fuck yeah,” he yelled.



“Ohmigod,” she screamed.



“I’m coming!” they shouted together in ecstasy.



Gracie collapsed on top of John, her body sated and content. Finally. She should have done this sooner. Nothing bad ever came from liking it rough.

Gracie didn’t notice John’s withdrawal as they made their way to the top floor of the Hyatt Regency, where John’s bank was wining and dining all their biggest clients and a few others they hoped to recruit very soon. Gracie was more occupied by the Dallas skyline, the room full of people that she had no interest in schmoozing and the soreness between her legs—Not necessarily in that order.



She’d dressed in a very sedate cocktail suit that came just below her knees. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a loose chignon and her grandmother’s pearl earrings were at her ears. She looked like a successful attorney, not a woman who less than two hours before had brought her lover to orgasm by telling him about her domination fantasy. And she definitely didn’t look like a woman who wasn’t wearing any underwear.



John seemed nervous, more so than usual for a function like this, so she casually put her arm around his waist as a way to offer support. She hadn’t realized how important this evening was to him, and she probably should have been a little more sensitive earlier. What she wasn’t expecting was John to show revulsion at her touch. The look on his face would have been comical if it hadn’t been directed at her and in front of a group of people.



“I’m sorry, Gracie,” he stammered out. “You took me by surprise.”



The excuse must have even sounded lame to him, because he wouldn’t meet her eyes after he’d told the lie. He took a step away from her and Gracie flushed in embarrassment.



“I’d like to introduce everyone to Gracie McGuire. She’s a partner at Decker, Deets and McGuire and one of SureTrust Bank’s most valued clients.”



Gracie stood rooted to the floor, her stomach in knots and sweat puddling at the base of her spine. Something was wrong. She and John had been dating for three months, and he’d always taken every opportunity to show her off as his own private possession, but now for some reason she was just his client. There was only one thing that could have happened to make John’s feelings change in such a short amount of time. He’d liked the idea of her fantasy in the heat of passion, but now when he had to look at her over canapés he couldn’t stand the sight of her. He was ashamed.



Gracie gave John a look of boredom, as if he were no more than dirt under her shoe, and felt satisfaction at his flinch. She’d just learn to keep her mouth shut from now on. Bedroom secrets were meant to stay secrets. Lesson learned.



Gracie’s pale skin showed polite indifference as she made the round of introductions.



“This is Peter Sterling, the CEO at the Nightingale Corporation,” John droned. “SureTrust is hoping to get his business very soon.”



“We’ll see, John, old buddy,” Peter said with a conspirator’s laugh and a wink at Gracie.



Gracie had to refrain from rolling her eyes. The good old boys’ club never changed. Peter was a middle-aged executive with silver at his temples and capped teeth. He probably cheated on his wife with anything in a skirt and smoked Cuban cigars at his expensive country club. Peter was boring. John could have Peter with her blessing. Gracie was through with men like them.



She was much more interested in the tall, dark man that stood to Peter’s left. His hair was as black as midnight and his eyes as blue as sapphire. He didn’t have the face of a pampered businessman or the body of someone who’d spent too many hours behind a desk. His suit was expensive and his cologne a seduction. He made the other men in the room pale in comparison, and the other women in the room overflow with envy that he wasn’t theirs.



This strange man had witnessed Gracie’s humiliation at John’s words, but he hadn’t looked on in speculation and titillation as the other guests had. He’d looked furious on her behalf.



Gracie looked down at her watch and wondered how much longer she needed to stay at this thing now that she’d decided John was a horse’s ass. She had briefs to read, a pair of comfortable slippers to put on and a nice bottle of wine waiting at her apartment. She didn’t have any personal possessions at John’s, so she wouldn’t have to go through any awkward scenes when she told him she was through.



She sighed in defeat. It wasn’t even nine o’clock. She needed to stay at least another hour for her own business purposes. The least she could do was enjoy the free food and the endless champagne.



The stranger caught Gracie’s sigh of impatience, and his eyes laughed at her predicament. Gracie and the stranger both remained silent as Peter and John postured back and forth, their gazes never leaving each other. There was something very different about this silent man. Something dangerous. Something secretive. And she was drawn to him. She shivered as his eyes seemed to undress her and thoughts of what he could do to her with those sensuously full lips invaded her mind.



John interrupted her thoughts when he remembered that she and the others standing around were still important clients. “I beg you pardon, Gracie, gentlemen. Peter and I go back a ways. I think you know everyone else, Gracie, except for Peter’s friend there. And I hate to admit that I haven’t caught his name yet. Peter didn’t tell me he was bringing a guest,” John said. The admonition was there at Peter’s oversight, but it was skillfully done.



“He’s not my guest, John,” Peter said. “We had just started talking when you and Gracie came up. I haven’t caught his name either.”



John’s smile was saccharine as he extended his hand to the stranger, everyone’s attention focused on the man who had intruded John’s special event. “John Johnson,” he said. “President of SureTrust National Bank.”



The stranger looked at John’s outstretched hand with disinterest but took it in his grip anyway. “Mitchell Caldwell,” the stranger said.



Mitchell Caldwell didn’t have to tell anyone his position of importance. Everyone already knew who Mitchell Caldwell was, including Gracie. The murmurs that surrounded them assured that the word had traveled fast. Gracie thought John might pass out with the glorious news. It was a coup in his corner to be sure. The majority stockholder of the Caldwell Corporation, a billion dollar financial institution, was standing in the midst of peons.



“Mr. Caldwell,” John stuttered. “I had no idea you planned on attending tonight. Your secretary never confirmed your invitation.”



“Let’s just say it was a whim. I didn’t have anything better to do tonight.”



Gracie coughed to cover her laughter. John didn’t know whether to be insulted or kiss the man’s feet, and the uncomfortable silence from the other guests showed they weren’t quite sure what to do with a man like Mitchell Caldwell either.



The laughter lit Gracie’s eyes and she stuck out her hand, determined to see if the spark that had ignited before she’d learned his name was still there.



“Gracie McGuire,” she said.



Mitchell took her hand in his gently and brought it to his lips. The heat from his touch sent a sizzle to Gracie’s most intimate places, and her breath caught in her throat. “The pleasure is all mine, Ms. McGuire. I hope I’m able to do business with your firm very soon,” he said.



Gracie felt the dampness pool between her legs and wished that she’d not been so foolish to go without panties. She’d have to make a trip to the ladies room and wipe away the moisture that was sliding down her inner thighs.



“Stop by my office any time,” Gracie said before excusing herself and heading to the ladies room. She could feel the heat of his gaze follow her down the hallway to the bathroom door, and when she was safely inside she hurriedly checked the stalls for other occupants and then locked the door to keep everyone out.



Gracie unzipped her skirt slowly and lowered it to the floor, watching herself in the large mirror over the sinks. She was naked from the waist down and her buttocks were toned and firm. She laid the skirt carefully over one end of a settee that was positioned against the wall. She didn’t want to cause any more talk tonight by reappearing at the party in rumpled clothes.



Just a seductive glance from the stranger had made her hotter than she’d ever been. She had no choice but to relieve the pressure that was building inside of her.



Gracie unbuttoned her suit jacket and slipped it off her shoulders, placing it on top of her skirt. Her breasts were full and aching with need. Her nipples erect. All because of a man she’d just met. She stared at herself in the mirror, her breasts high and proud and her pussy shaved, the lips glistening with moisture.



She skimmed her hands up her body until they held the weight of her breasts. She moaned at the touch and closed her eyes, savoring the feeling of one of her most sensitive areas. She plucked at her nipples until they were hard and aching and the juice was flowing freely down her legs. She squeezed her nipples until she felt a jolt go through her clitoris and she experienced a small orgasm that brought her to her knees on the settee.



She lie back on the cushioned seat and spread her legs wide. Her reflection shone back in the mirror and her petals glistened with her desire. Her fingers thrummed against her clit with speed and precision, inciting a moan that she was sure could be heard outside.



Gracie closed her eyes as she felt the sensations rioting through her body. She thought of her dark haired stranger and what his cock would feel like as it stretched her body. She pushed two fingers in and out of her pussy, wishing it was her stranger hitting the special spot deep inside. She was writhing in exquisite torture on the settee, the pins fallen from her hair and a light film of sweat covering her body.



“Mmm, oh yeah,” she panted, strumming her clit as she pistoned her fingers faster in and out of her dripping hole. “Fuck me harder, Mitchell. Harder,” she screamed. The sound of her voice reverberated off the tile wall as she came in a gush of liquid heat that soaked the settee beneath her. Her body heaved in exhilaration and she moaned as she cupped her sex, holding in the sensations as long as possible. She wished it really could have been Mitchell that had given her such an exquisite feeling. It had been a long time since she’d come that long and that hard.



She was going to have to do some major damage control before she went back in to the party. Gracie washed off quickly with a damp towel and tried to erase the musty scent of sex from her body. She put her clothes back on quickly, shoved the pins back into her hair and dug through her evening bag for the emergency makeup kit she always carried. She took a final glimpse in the mirror and decided she looked fantastic. Radiant even.



She flipped the lock on the door and slipped out, glancing at her watch to see what time it was as she made her way back to the party. She’d had no idea that she’d spent so long in the bathroom. It was almost ten o’clock. Hopefully, no one would suspect that she’d been giving herself the orgasm of a lifetime for the last forty-five minutes.



Gracie made her way over to the bartender with a bounce in her step, ignoring the crowds of people talking about business and gossip in little groups all over the room. “Champagne, please,” she said with a smile.



“Absolutely,” the bartender said with a wink and a leer that would have been frightening if he hadn’t been so young. He held the glass just out of her reach, and Gracie shot him a look that had been known to make grown men tuck their tails between their legs and run away.



“Is there a problem?” Gracie asked.



“I know all about you, Gracie McGuire. I know how much you’d like me to pour this champagne over your naked body and lick it from your pussy. And I know how much you’d like me to restrain you and fuck you while you scream,” he whispered.



Gracie felt the pleasure from her earlier experience disappear only to be replaced with the long, icy fingers of fear. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said. “How dare you speak to me that way.”



“You can’t deny your desires,” he said. “We all know what your guilty pleasures are. And for the record, I don’t think there’s anything sick about your fantasies. I got so hot thinking about all the things I wanted to do to you that I had to go jack off in the bathroom. There was another guy in there doing the same thing. You’re going to be the object of many men’s dreams tonight. I don’t know what you ever saw in that prick, John.”



“Me neither,” Gracie whispered and turned away, her champagne forgotten.



Has John really told my secrets to a room full of strangers? God, he must have for the bartender to know my most intimate desires.



Gracie stumbled through the room in a daze, ignoring the stares filled with lust and the occasional hand that grabbed her ass or her tits. A gentleman blocked her path, and she felt another close in behind her so she was sandwiched in between the two. Her eyes were filled with anger as she stared down the man in front of her.



“Get out of my way,” she spat.



“Ooh, you’re fiery. I like that,” he said. There was alcohol on his breath and his eyes were glazed. “Why don’t you come along with me and my friend to our room? I bet the two of us can put that feistiness to good use.”



Gracie felt the second man move up closer behind her until he was pressing his erection into the small of her back. The man in front of her slipped his hand inside her jacket and pinched her nipple hard enough to make her gasp.



“Let me make myself very clear, gentleman,” Gracie said, speaking loudly so the other curious onlookers could hear what she had to say. “John Johnson is a liar. This is his feeble attempt at revenge because I told all the people at my office that he’s impotent. Which he really is, by the way. I tried and tried and tried to get that little thing to work, but it didn’t help. What’s a girl to do but to move on to a man that has working parts? Not to mention that you’re all probably going to want to find a different bank, because when I’m through suing John Johnson, I’m going to own SureTrust National Bank. So I am going to ask you one more time to get out of my way before things gets ugly.”



The man behind her moved away quickly and the crowd mumbled their displeasure at the lack of excitement, but the man in front of her wasn’t sure if she was bluffing. He finally decided she was speaking the truth and backed out of her way. “Fuck it,” he said on his way back to the bar. “I can get pussy anywhere.”



“I’m sure you can,” Gracie said to no one in particular. She noticed Mitchell Caldwell standing next to the wall by himself. He gave her a nod of approval and a quick smile, but Gracie was too mortified to keep up eye contact. She’d just been imagining it was him fucking her to a mind-blowing orgasm and somehow she’d turned into the laughing stock of the whole party.



Gracie McGuire had one goal: To find John Johnson and get an explanation. If what the bartender and her other admirers had said was true, than murder was much too good for the man. She found him a few feet in front of Mitchell, drinking whiskey like it was water and holding court over a group of fascinated people. It wasn’t the burning of her ears that notified her that she was the topic of conversation. She could hear her name coming from John’s lips as clearly as if he was holding a microphone to his mouth.



The crowd parted like the Red Sea as Gracie approached him. He was glassy-eyed and red faced from too much alcohol, and the ramifications of what he was doing were slow to take hold. “Gracie, my girl, we were jusss talkin’ bout ya,” he slurred. “You damned near fucked me to death thissss afternoooon.” He laughed at himself and nearly toppled over, catching himself on the arm of one of his cronies.



A few of the people around them snickered into their drinks and a few others gave Gracie pitying looks.



“Gosh, that’s not how I remember it John. You might be careful with the drink, I’ve learned from experience that too much can make your dick go limp. Permanently. I honestly didn’t mean to fuck you to near death this afternoon. I was just trying to get it to do something other than lie there. Honest,” she said with a guileless smile.



This caused a chorus of raucous laughter that would be ringing in John Johnson’s ears for a long time. He wasn’t the type of man who liked to be laughed at. He liked to call the shots, and he liked to be the one to give the insults. His already flushed face turned crimson with anger and his fists bunched at his sides.



“You bitch!” he screamed.



“Careful what you say, John. You’ve done a lot of damage tonight. For someone who’s so worried about his career, you seemed pretty comfortable pissing it away tonight. You’re a drunk, but that’s no excuse for what you did to me tonight. What was done or said in the privacy of our bedroom should have stayed there.”



Gracie had gotten his attention when she’d mentioned him pissing his career away. “What are you going to do?” he asked. “I’ve worked a long time to make my bank one of the best in the state.”



“I’m going to handle this like an adult. I’m sure that’s pretty foreign to you,” she said. “And just for the record, John, a normal man wouldn’t be sickened by my fantasies. A normal man would treat me like a queen and be rewarded with the most amazing sex of his life until we both grew too old to care. No wonder our sex life was so boring.”



Gracie turned to walk away, prepared to make an exit while having the last word, but it didn’t work out that way.



“We had a boring sex life because I’ve been fucking my secretary across my desk every day. I didn’t have a lot left in me when I got home to you. I’ll do anything for the business, even screw every female client I have if it brings in more money.”



Gracie, along with every other person in the room, was speechless. She walked up to John with a determined stride and a don’t mess with me chip on her shoulder, pulled back her fist and punched him in the nose. Her hand hurt like hell, but seeing the spurt of blood across his white shirt was well worth the pain.

Despite feeling unprofessional, Noah could not get his mind off how attracted he was to Blair the moment he saw her. She had come in with a friend to the skydiving business he owned and was pretty much everything that he looked for in a girl. She was close to his age, late 20s, had long brown hair, blue eyes, a fit, curvy body, and an adventurous personality that he was immediately drawn to.



When Noah asked if either had ever jumped before, Kim, Blair’s friend, said she had a few times but Blair said it was her first jump.



“Don’t worry,” Noah said, “you’ll have a lot of fun and we’ll go slow since you’re new to the whole process.”



“Oh please, sometimes it’s best to just dive right in,” Blair replied, “don’t go slow for me.”



Noah thought he detected a hint of flirtatiousness in her words, but played it cool and showed the women everything they needed to know about securing the straps and then explained how the jump would take place.



Kim, a certified sky diver, jumped alone while Blair and Noah jumped tandem. The adrenaline rush combined with Blair’s closeness caused Noah’s penis to stiffen already in the plane, and he knew Blair could feel it when she smiled and slightly wiggled her hips.



The jump itself was incredible, a completely new and exhilarating experience for Blair, and for Noah the best jump of his life. Back in the office, Kim got a phone call and had to go, leaving Blair and Noah alone.



“Jesus, that was the most intense experience of my life!” exclaimed Blair. “I guess you’re used to it by now though.”



“No, today was different. I’ve never felt the rush quite like that before.” Noah said.



“Are you referring to the little reaction I noticed?”



“Oh, was it obvious?” Noah smiled. “I’d apologize, but I don’t feel one is necessary.”



“I’d have to agree with that.” Blair laughed. “I think it was entirely appropriate and only wish the jump had lasted longer.”



“Well there’s no reason we can’t pick up where we left off.”



Blair laughed again. “Yeah right, here in the office?”



“In my RV, across the parking lot. If you’re up for it, go wait for me inside. I’ll lock up here and meet you in a couple minutes.”



Noah took a step forward and kissed Blair softly, then took her hand and walked her to the door, closing it behind her.



*********



When he got to the RV, Noah told Blair that he’d been hoping this would happen since he first saw her.



“You had a look on your face like you wanted to be fucked like a slut and that’s exactly what I’m gonna do til I’ve shot my load all across your face.”



“Well, if you that’s what you want, be a man and take it.”



Noah reached over, grabbed Blair’s waist, and pulled her tight against his body. She could feel his dick pressed against her crotch, already stiffening with desire. Her pussy immediately flooded and she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his mouth. The heat of the day made them both sweat, but neither noticed as their mutual desire made everything else fade to the background.



“I want you to strip for me. Slowly show me that sexy body.” Noah said, finally breaking his lips from Blair’s.



“Yes sir”, Blair replied. She took a step back and began running her hands seductively over her body. Noah reached for his iPod remote and selected a playlist she could dance to and began rubbing his dick through his pants.



Blair danced slowly at first, swaying her hips left and right, showing off the tight body under her clothes. She was in great shape, Noah could tell, but still soft and feminine and had beautiful skin. He resisted the urge to fuck her immediately, extending the anticipation and build up. Blair continued to caress herself, periodically lifting her t-shirt slightly, showing Noah her smooth stomach and shiny belly button ring.



“Grab your tits and squeeze them together,” Noah said.



Blair did as she was told, cupping and kneading her breasts until the nipples poked out through her t-shirt. She pinched each nipple hard and let out an involuntary moan. Noah rubbed his cock harder still, relishing the sight of her nubile body, feeling his cock swell to full length.



“Now turn around, and slowly take your shirt off.”



Blair turned and began peeling her t-shirt off, revealing more and more sun bronzed skin. Once off, she tossed it on the floor and turned around, cupping her breasts in her hands.



“Show me,” Noah said, “and reach down and finger your pussy.”



Blair slowly ran her hands down her stomach and slid one down the front of her jeans. Her breasts looked incredible to Noah, not too big or small, and wonderfully perky. They were a lighter color than the rest of her body, a creamy white flesh tone. The areolas were light pink and each nipple was rigid and tilted slightly upward.



“God damn, those are nice, baby. Come over so I can suck on them.” Noah said.



Blair took a few steps towards Noah and ran her hand down his stomach before gently taking his dick in her fingers. She traced the outline of his shaft and swollen tip through his pants, feeling it swell and throb beneath the thin fabric. Noah took his time with each breast, squeezing and licking them all over. Her nipples, already hard, stiffened further and he took each gently in his mouth, biting them slightly through his lips and squeezing them between his fingers.



“Fuck, I love your tits. They’re perfect.” Noah said. Blair moaned and grabbed Noah’s head in both hands. Leaning forward she shook her upper body left and right, slapping both sides of his face with her breasts. “Oh yeah? You like that then I bet, huh?” she asked. She grabbed her breasts and traced her nipples across his face, over his cheeks and lips.



Noah turned Blair around and pushed her head forward so that she was bending down in front of him. He slapped her ass hard, then knelt and bit down on one cheek, then the other. Standing back up, he took her left hand and put it back on his cock, rubbing it together with her, then slid his other hand down the front of her pants, over the slight patch of trimmed hair, and felt her pussy for the first time. It was already wet and incredibly warm, and Noah wondered if his cock might erupt before even getting out of his pants.



Using his palm and fingers together, Noah rubbed her clit and pussy and then slid three fingers between her swollen lips and all the way inside her sopping cunt. Blair inhaled sharply, surprised and excited by the sudden penetration. She squeezed his cock hard and grabbed a handful of his hair with her other hand. With his free hand, Noah gently squeezed her throat and softly bit her neck.



“Do you like how that feels, you dirty slut? Getting fingered by a guy you just met?” he asked.



“Oh fuck, that feels good,” she answered, breathing hard, and rubbed his cock even more vigorously. Noah twisted his fingers around inside her, and began to slide them in and out, keeping pressure on her clit with his thumb. Easing his glistening fingers out of her drenched pussy, he brought his hand up to her mouth and shoved his fingers inside.



“Yeah, taste your own pussy you fucking slut” he said. “Lick my fingers clean.” Blair grabbed his wrist with both hands and sucked his fingers, one at a time, her lips becoming glazed with cunt juices.



“Mmmm, fuck that tastes good,” she said. Noah leaned forward, turned her face towards him and licked her shiny lips and then kissed her mouth hard, his hands behind her head, pulling her close.



“Get on your fucking knees and open your mouth, bitch,” Noah demanded. Almost before he finished speaking, Blair turned around, knelt down and stuck her tongue out, eagerly anticipating the taste of his engorged cock. Noah reached down, unbuckled his pants, dropped them and his boxers together, and slapped Blair hard on her smooth cheek with his dick.



“What do you think about that cock, baby? Can you handle it like the whore that you want to be? Noah asked.



“Oh my god, it’s so fucking big,” she gasped. “I want every fat inch of it down my throat.” She loved how his cock looked, the veiny shaft tapering slightly before ending in his swollen head. She ran her fingers over it, admiring its length and girth, and reached below and gently cupped his balls.



“Get to work on it, then,” he said, grabbing the back of her head with both hands and stuffing his cock in her wet mouth. He could feel the back of her throat with his tip and he began to thrust, slowly at first. Now and then he pulled his cock all the way out and slapped her tongue and mouth with it.



“Oh, shit, that mouth feels good,” he said. He pulled his dick out. “Spit on it, slut, and use both hands to jack it as fast as you can.”



She willingly complied and spat on it twice and began jacking his spit-lubed cock off into her mouth and wriggling out of her pants. “Fuck! My pussy is so wet,” she finally gasped, rubbing his stiff cock over her silky face. “You’d better know how to fuck me like the slut I am,” she said.



“Shut the fuck up,” he said. “I’ll fuck you harder than you’d imagine possible. Now put your head back against the wall and open wide.”



She did and he crouched in front of her, stretched her mouth open with both thumbs and slid his cock all the way inside, past her tongue and down her throat. “Now lick my sweaty balls, slut,” he said, and started fucking her face. He began to fuck her throat deeply, first pulling all the way out, long strands of spit connecting his cock to her open mouth, and then shoving it all the way back down her throat. He could feel her nose against his crotch and her tongue licking away at his balls each time he buried his shaft deep in her face.



By now he was sweating profusely and it dripped from his face down onto his cock and Blair’s face, mixing with her saliva and pussy juice. She licked the pre cum from the tip of his cock, searching hungrily for more. He pushed her off his cock and spat into her mouth then roughly thrust back inside her, making her choke and gag on his fat dick.



After a few more minutes of intense face fucking, Noah threw her down on the bed on her stomach and asked if she was ready to be fucked.



“God yes,” she screamed, “fuck me!”



Noah knelt above her and pulled her soaked panties down her long legs and threw them on the floor. In a single motion, he pulled his shirt off and tossed it as well. Pinning her arms over her head on the bed, he leaned down on her and slid his cock between her ass cheeks, feeling the smoothness and softness of her skin against his sensitive mushroom tip.



“Can you handle this much cock?” he asked.



“Fuck yeah, I need that cock, give it all to me” she said. Noah felt he was never going to get a bigger, harder erection in his life, so he angled his cock towards her dripping pussy and let his weight down on to her, his entire cock disappearing in her silky cunt.



“Ohhh fuck!” they said together. For a minute they stayed like that, all his weight on her, breathing hard together. “How does that feel, so deep inside?” he asked.



“Goddamn, it’s so big,” she answered, “I feel so stretched open.” Noah finally began to thrust slowly and deeply, letting all his weight down on her each time he was completely inside. “Goddamn that pussy is wet. Fuck! You want me to fill your ass too, you cock loving whore?” Noah asked.



“God, yes,” she answered, “fuck every hole, use me like a cheap whore.” Noah stuck his thumb all the way in Blair’s mouth. “Lick it baby, get it nice and wet so I can fuck your ass with it.” he said. Blair squeezed his hand and gently took his thumb in her mouth, rolling her tongue around it and flicking the tip.



Noah shoved his spit-lubed thumb in her ass and could feel his cock inside her still plowing away at her tight cunt. “Do you like being filled all the way like that?” he asked. “Do you feel like a little slut yet?”



“Oh my god, oh my god,” she repeatedly screamed as she became lost in the sensation of being so completely filled.



Noah pulled his cock out and began to slap her ass and clit with it. He rubbed it up and down from the top of her ass crack down to her clit. He paused at the bottom and rubbed it furiously on her swollen clit and stuck two fingers in her dripping pussy and one in her gaping asshole, pumping his arm furiously, producing the nastiest and sexiest squishing sounds he’d ever heard. “You fucking slut. I can’t believe you’ll let a guy do this shit right after you just met. God damn it I love it though, and your reward will be the biggest fucking load of hot cum in your face you’ve ever had.”



Blair moaned and began to feel an orgasm forming deep inside her core, and she’d never felt more dirty yet fulfilled before in her life. Noah began to rub his cock over her asshole, first up and down and then side-to-side, applying enough pressure for his tip to slide in from time to time.



“Are you ready for my cock in your ass now?” he asked. “Can you handle all of it?”



“Oh god, yes. Fuck me…fuck my ass,” she said.



Pinning her arms over her head again, Noah pushed the tip of his cock against her asshole, felt it give way to his cock, then slid the entire length deep in her ass. Tighter than her pussy, she could feel every vein on his cock as he lay on top of her, his throbbing cock balls deep.



“Oh god yeah, fuck me please, fuck me,” she moaned.



Noah wrapped his arms around Blair’s stomach and rolled them both over, so that he was lying on his back with her on top, his dick buried in her ass. He pushed her back until she was sitting up and he brought her feet up so they were on his knees.



He started to fuck her ass, each stroke harder and more urgent than the previous, his hands holding her tightly just above her hips. He reached around and cupped her tits, squeezing them hard, pinching her nipples. With one hand he reached and opened a drawer on his nightstand, and pulled out a thick purple dildo.



“Suck on this bitch so I can fuck your pussy with it,” he told Blair. He shoved it in her mouth and pumped it furiously in and out, never relenting his all out anal assault with his engorged cock. He took the dildo from her mouth and slid it down between her tits, over each rigid nipple, then down her stomach, over her belly button, and began to rub the tip of it on her swollen clit.



“Oh god, fuck both my holes please,” she said, “I want to feel completely filled with hard cock.”



“Jesus Christ, you are a nasty fucking slut,” Noah said and roughly slid the dildo all the way in her soaked snatch. He synchronized thrusts, pulling his cock and the dildo out and then shoving them deep inside her together.



“Oh my god, your ass feels so good on my cock! Fuck, I can’t hold out much longer, baby, I’m gonna have to cum.”



“Oh yeah, I want your cum, all of it,” she said.



“Where do you want it? Deep in your fucking ass? Or down your throat and all over your face?”



“I want to taste that hot cum,” she answered. “I want it all over my face so I can lick it off and swallow every last drop. Oh my god, I’m gonna cum too. Oh fuck!”



Noah realized his cock was seconds from exploding and he pulled Blair up and off of him, throwing her back on the bed. He straddled her chest, and shoved his cock back in her mouth. Pulling out, he told her to stick her tongue out and slapped it hard and fast with his cock. He jacked it furiously and with his other hand resumed fucking the shit out of her pussy with the fat dildo.



“Oh fuck!” she cried out, “I’m gonna cum, oh my god!” Her body began to writhe, wavelike, and Noah increased the pace with the dildo and jacked his cock even harder.



“Oh yeah, baby, come hard all over my hand, come everywhere.” He saw her eyes roll back in their sockets and heard a low moan, almost a growl emanate from deep inside of her. She finally climaxed, yelling and moaning and thrashing, her entire body completely out of control as if possessed.



“Oh god, oh god, oh my fucking god,” she breathed out as she slowly regained her surroundings, a glazed look in her eye. “Oh fuck yeah, jack that fucking cock. I want you to explode right in my face. Let me see that cum,” she finally managed.



Noah knew he was close and began to lose sense of time. His hand kept jacking but he felt that he almost left his body, completely lost to the pleasurable sensation. The first drops of cum landed on her chin, and then he shot three times hard, hitting the back of her throat and all across her face, his cock alive in his hands like an angry cobra.



With his orgasm he let out a loud, beast-like yell. “Oh shit, swallow my cum,” he said, finally, and collapsed on top of Blair, still shaking.



“Oh fuck,” he said.



“Oh my god, that was intense,” she said, wiping the cum off her chin with the back of her hand, then licking it off and swallowing. “That was a massive fucking load; I’ve never seen so much cum in my life.”



Noah reached down and took her face and head in his hands, gentler this time. “Jesus Christ, that was wonderful; you were unbelievable.” He started laughing. “That was the best sex of my life, and with someone I’d just met.”



“You were amazing,” she said. “I got so turned on by how you treated me like a filthy slut and used me as a sex toy for your cock.” She leaned forward and took his slowly softening dick in her hands and kissed it gently on the tip. Noah lay down behind her and took her in his arms, and together they slowly regained their breath.

The following is a fictional story from the mind of a bisexual male.



So I’d been sucking this guy I met on an online cruising site for a couple months. Six foot, well built, dark hair, and dark eyes with a long, thick cock he loved jamming into the back of my throat. I’m a submissive cocksucker by nature so he’d come by whenever he was horny and use me. I texted him my schedule, so he knew where I was at all times. When I was at home, he’d show up unannounced and ring my doorbell. I’d let him in, close the door, drop to my knees, and within seconds I’d have my mouth filled with his cock. He’d grab me by the hair and drag me all over the living room, fucking my face in different positions.



If I was at work or out at a movie or family gathering, he’d drive and park someplace close but without a lot of people around. He’d text me, I’d excuse myself and I’d come out to his truck and I’d climb in and suck his dick as he sat in the passenger’s seat. Sometimes he’d even come into the theater or park I was at and text me a command to go into the restroom or woods there and I’d suck him off that way. One time, when I was working late and no one else was at the office, he came by my work and I sucked him off in my office.



He completely and totally owned me. My mouth and throat were his to pleasure himself with. I belonged to him and I always hungered for his cock to fill my throat.



So one Saturday we decided to try a new venue: the porn theater at my local adult store. I’d never been there, but I told my Master that I was curious about it and we agreed to go there and I’d suck him in one of the private viewing rooms they advertise.



We met in the parking lot and went in and paid for our tickets separately. He went in as I paid for myself and he waited for me at the door. He firmly held my arm as we walked down the hall, reminding me he was in control. We parted the curtains to the dark theater and the sight and sound of a blonde woman sucking a large cock greeted us on the giant flat screen television in the theater. We stood there and watched the movie for a few minutes as our eyes adjusted to the stark darkness.



I began to be able to make out several black leather love seats situated all over the theater and several men sitting on them, while a couple others stood in the back. My Master pulled me to an empty one and we sat down. The blowjob in the movie had gotten harder, the woman was gagging and drool ran down her face as the guy shoved his hard, erect penis deeper and deeper into her mouth. I licked my lips.



My Master asked “You want that don’t you, fagot?”



“Yes, Master”



“I’ll be right back.”



He got up and left to rent the private room. I looked back and I could see two doors to private rooms both with windows that had blinds open, revealing a love seat and big screen TV in each. I also noticed the men in there. None of them were doing anything and I couldn’t see the bulges in their pants very well, so I had to imagine their cocks. And I did. I’ve never told Master this, but I wasn’t just a slave to his cock. I loved cock period. I glanced behind at the tall muscular bald black guy standing in the back. I bet he would have loved to have his cock fill my mouth. The fatter guy with the big belly sitting in the love seat near him, I wanted him too. I bet his cock was nice and thick. And the even old man, probably in his 70s or 80s in the love seat beside me, I bet I could get his cock hard and cumming inside my mouth. I wanted all of them, I wanted to shove every cock in that room in my mouth. I wanted to be every man’s cumslut.



My Master returned, grabbed my arm, and pulled me up.



“Come on,” he commanded.



All the guys looked at us as we went into the private room and shut the door. My Master closed blinds and sat down on the love seat. It was a tiny room. The TV, which was playing the same movie with the gagging blonde, was about five feet from the love seat and the blinds and door were within arm’s length of it. He let go of my arm and sat down. The light from the TV highlighted the delicious, massive erection forming in his shorts.



“Drop to your knees and strip, fagot!”



“Yes. Master!”



I anxiously took off my socks and shoes and then threw off my shirt and shorts. I had no underwear, so I was completely naked now as I kneeled before him. He grabbed my head and shoved it unto his crotch. I mouthed his hard dick through his pants as he moaned. I put my warm hungry mouth over it, licking it though his shorts until they were soaked with my saliva.



He unzipped his shorts and threw them off revealing his massive fuck tool. I craved it so bad as I sat there on my knees. He harshly grabbed my head and thrust his dick into my open, hungry mouth. He held my head firmly in place as he wildly thrust his massive cock into my mouth over and over. I choked, I gagged. My saliva dripped out of my mouth. I just closed my eyes and felt his cock go deeper into my throat with each thrust of his hips. He fucked my mouth like it was a pussy. He used me just like the whore in the movie was getting used. I was in heaven.



As he facefucked me he would yell at me:



“You like that cocksucker?! You like choking on my cock?”



All I could do was try to moan something that sounded like “yes” in between my gags.



Then he thrust it deep and yelled “Yes! Take it” and I could feel stream after stream of cum hit the back of my throat. I sucked all his cum for a couple minutes before he took his cock out of my mouth and rubbed it against my face.



“You liked that, didn’t you?” he asked.



“Yes,” I said with a big grin as I felt his hard wet cock rub against my cheek.



“Good, so did they,” he said.



I suddenly opened my eyes and looked over. The blinds were open! It was hard to see in the dark, but it looked like several guys, if not all of them, were gathered around the window looking in! I was shocked. I was horrified. I was naked on my knees. I had just sucked a cock in front of a room full of people, and I didn’t know what to do.



He grabbed my hair and looked me in the eye.



“You liked them watching, didn’t you? You liked entertaining them like the whore are?”



My shock wore off and I remembered I belonged to my Master. If he wanted others to watch as he used me then that was part of my purpose as his slave. Suddenly I realized that I was very turned on by the exhibitionism. I felt more in my Master’s power than ever before.



“Yes! I loved it!” I yelled back.



He then pulled my head down so my eyes were on his still hard cock.



“Good. I command you to let them use you like I do.”



“What?” I was shocked my Master would give me to others, much less complete strangers.



“If you want my cock, you’ll do it. You’ll let them use you. We agreed you’d do whatever I want didn’t we, slave?”



As I looked at his cock all my hesitation and fear faded. I was his. His to use. His to abuse. His to give away. I was his slave and now, at his command, I was the whore of every man in that room.



“Yes, Master!” I screamed.



I glanced up and saw him smile as he opened the door.



“Stay on your knees!” he commanded as he dragged me out by my hair. I crawled on my hands and knees him beside like I was his pet. All the guys in the theater were looking at me in wide eyed amazement.



Up close I could see the light catching the bulges in their pants. Some had their hands on the crotch, rubbing their erection. I wanted them all. All in my mouth.



I heard gagging noises from the movie. I think it had moved on to another throat fucking scene with another girl but I couldn’t see it through the men, nor did I want to.



“This is my slave,” my Master declared. “And he wanted to suck all of you at once.”



Anxiously belts were unbuckled, flies were unzipped, and some even threw off their pants and clothes. Immediately three men walked up to me, their naked cocks hanging just inches from my face as I kneeled there, naked at the back of the theater. My Master let go of my hair.



“Suck them!” he commanded.



I devoured the first one on my left, my warm hungry mouth took the length of it in. I could feel it growing inside my mouth, getting harder. I bobbed back and forth on it wildly. It wasn’t quite as big or wide as my Master’s cock, but I sucked it with abandon none the less.



I then felt the next cock rubbing against my right cheek, anxious to feel my hungry mouth on it. I was only too happy to oblige. I pulled back letting the first cock, which was now rock hard, out of my mouth with a trail of saliva going from it to my lips. I wrapped my hand around firmly around that wet, hard cock and stroked it as I consumed the next one. It was shorter but fatter. I took it all the way and stuck out my tongue so I could taste his balls. I sucked him, his thick cock slowly filling my mouth as I wildly stroked the first guy. As I worked the second guy’s newly hard cock with my warm hungry mouth, I felt another cock on top of my head!



The third guy had laid his long cock on my head. It much longer than the other two, which I now both had in my hands as I slowly tilted my back so my face was rubbing the third guy’s long, narrow cock. I licked down up the bottom of his shaft as I pulled back. I could hear him moan and felt him shake a little. Then I slowly began to take the long semi hard cock into my mouth. Slowly my lips devoured the shaft. Then suddenly I felt my Master’s strong hand grab the back of my head and shove me all the way down. I gagged on the long length of the cock as I heard the third man groan. My Master held me there as I chocked on the massive cock until he finally let me up for air.



The guys took a hint and took turns grabbing my head and shoving their cocks down my throat. I had a hard time even keeping track of which cock was which as my head was pulled between them and then shoved on to their cock for a merciless facefucking. Drool was streaming out my mouth. I gagged over and over. They just kept using me. It was wonderful.



As they did this my Master slapped my ass hard a couple times. The tinges of pain further turned me on. He roughly fondled my ass and I felt something wet working it’s way into my ass. I’d seen enough porn to know he was fingering my ass with lube. It felt wonderful. I groaned with pleasure as the cocks filled my mouth. I could feel a second finger go in and then a third.



“Mmmm” I groaned with a cock in my mouth.



“You like feeling me inside you, don’t you slave?” my Master asked.



“Mmmm” was the only response I could give.



He grabbed my hair and pulled me back from their cocks. I was panting, but barely had time to catch my breath before he pulled me to my feet.



“Enough foreplay!” he exclaimed as he walked me forward a couple steps towards the back of an empty love seat and bent my body over the top of it. He held my head down by the hair, the top of the love seat was pushing against my stomach and I could feel his hard cock rub against my ass.



“You want to me to fuck you, don’t you fagot?!”



I was turned on and scared at the time. I’d never had a cock in my ass before but at the moment I really, really wanted it. I couldn’t resist.



“Take me, make me yours!”



And with that he pushed his hard dick in my lubed up hole, forcing himself in me firmly, but slowly. I screamed from the sheer size of the cock that was entering me. It hurt but turned me on at the same time. He pushed it deeper into me.



“You like that don’t you?”



“Yes,” I tried to get out between my groans. Even in the midst of pain, I wasn’t lying. My cock was rock hard, As I felt him get deeper and deeper in, my submission to him was becoming even more total. I was his slave. To use. To fuck. To violate. I belonged completely and totally to him.



I could feel him moving his cock inside me, back and forth. Slowly at first. And then hard and faster. After a bit, the pain lessened and it started to feel good. I was enjoying having his hard dick ram my ass..



“Fuck me!” I yelled back to him.



“Take it, take my cock, slave!” He yelled jamming it harder into me as I yelled in pain and pleasure. My cock was so hard. As I was getting used to the cock pumping inside me, I noticed the guys I gave blow jobs to were stroking their dicks close to my face.



As I moved to my Master’s gyrations, being fucked like the whore I was, I wanted to complete the scene. I needed to take two men at once. I looked up at one of the guys and gave him a look of pure desire and hissed out “Give it to me!” between my groans.



He put his hard cock up to my lips and I devoured it. I could feel him pushing his cock deep into my throat as my Master’s cock pushed deep into my ass. I choked on his cock. He fucked my mouth. I was gagging, choking, drooling all over the place as my Master fucked me.



Then I heard my Master yell and felt stream after stream of warm wet cum shoot into my ass. It was too much for the guy that I was sucking and he sprayed cum into my throat. I was getting cum down my throat and my ass. It was incredible. I sucked the guy’s last drops of cum as my Master pulled out and wiped his last little bit of cum on my ass, marking it as his.



I just stayed there bent over the couch, using my hands to support my myself as I tried to recover from what had just happened. I panted, exhausted, but feeling good.



“It’s not over bitch. Not until ever man in this place cums in you,” my Master said.



I was surprised. I thought it was over. I barely had time to think about it when I felt another cock in my ass. I moaned and another guy grabbed by head and thrust his dick into my mouth.



I moaned as they fucked my face and ass. I could hear my Master laugh, He was enjoying the show. Then I felt another cock slapping the side of my face It was heavy and bigger than all the others. I opened my eyes and saw it was the black guy’s cock. He was now naked and had his cock in his hand. It was every bit as big as I thought it was. It was thick and much longer than anyone else’s in the room. The guy I was sucking pulled out and let the black guy put it in my mouth. He pushed it in as far as it’d go and I choked. I could only get it half way in my mouth but I tried to get more. I wanted to devour it all.



They took turns fucking my face as the third guy kept fucking me. I felt the guy in my ass him shoot his load into me, The guy I’d been sucking then circled around and started plowing away at my ass, leaving my mouth to the massive black cock, which kept thrusting itself into my mouth.



“You like being used, don’t you white boy? said the black stranger.



“Mmmm hmmm” I groaned.



I loved it. Getting used over and over. I just let him choke me repeatedly with his big black dick as the other guy pushed his cock inisde me over and over. Then I felt the cock in my ass cum. I had cum dripping out of my ass.



The black man pulled out of my mouth and he looked at me, smiled, and said, “My turn now.”



He slowly slide his massive cock into my cum soaked fuck hole. I could feel him stretching me as he went deeper and deeper. I groaned. It was so massive. The he began to fuck me, moving back forth inside me. Once I got adjusted to it and started to enjoy the large dick that was inside me, I looked around for another cock to suck.



My Master was standing there watching. Everyone else had cum in me and left, except for the old man. He was leaning on top of a love seat watching me while playing with himself. I motioned to him to come over. He did.



His cock was moderate sized and still not hard. I took into my mouth and felt it start to stiffen. He groaned. I sucked it a little and then let it out of my mouth.



I looked up at him and said, “Use me.”



He then shoved his now hard cock back into my mouth and went nuts facefucking me. He thrust himself into my mouth wildly. I think it turned on the black guy cause he started pounding me harder til he came in my ass with a mighty groan.



The old man pulled out and put his cock on my cheek and stroked it until he shot cum down my cheek. He quickly zipped up and left leaving me with cum dripping down my cheek and out of my ass.



Then my Master came up to me and shoved his hard cock in my face, stroking it fiercely. I took his balls into my mouth and sucked them.



“Do you like that? Did you like being their whore?”



“Mmm hmmm” I moaned sucking his balls.



He then grabbed my hair and held me with his hard dick right in front of my face.



“But you still belong to this! I am your master.”



“Yes Master. I am their whore but I’m your slave. I belong to you. I live to be used by you.”



“Good,” he said as he shot his cum unto me. It plastered my forehead and dripped down my face. It was a perfect ending. He’d turned me into a porn movie slut and I loved it. After he moved away, I could finally see the movie screen and their was an Asian woman choking on a cock.



“Amateur,” I said with a smirk as cum oozed down my face.



I grabbed one of the paper towel rolls that were lying around on the love seats and cleaned up. But as I was wiping Master told me to stop. He was wanted me to leave some cum on my face as his mark. I obeyed and put on my clothes.



He left the store first. And then I walked out, my face was glistening with a thin mask of still moist cum. I’m not sure anyone glanced at me or even knew why my face was wet, but I knew and I couldn’t have been prouder to be my Master’s theater whore.

WARNING This novel covers a wide range of explicit sexual practices, so if you are offended in any way by stories with strong sexual content that you may consider abhorrent were it practiced in real life, please cease reading now and delete the file.



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GENERAL All names are fictitious and do not intentionally relate to any person, either living or dead. All comments and constructive suggestions may be directed to mrcreator69@hotmail.com. Feedback, both positive and negative, is always welcome and is what truly drives me to continue writing.




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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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

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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



“No Sir,” was the quick reply.



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



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



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



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



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



SLAP. A shocked gasp from my wife.



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



Meekly, she quickly replied, “yes Sir.”



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



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



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



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



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



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

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



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



SMACK.



“Two. Thank you Sir.”



SMACK.



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



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



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



“Yes Sir,” was the whispered reply.



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



“Fine Sir,” she quietly replied.



“Is your office door closed?” I asked.



“Yes Sir.”



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



“What? Here?” she asked.



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



“No Sir, it’s just…” she began.



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



“Yes Sir.”



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



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



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



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



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



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



“It’s done Sir.”



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



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



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



“Well Sir,” was the quiet reply.



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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

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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



“Yes, I would,” was her reply.



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



“Yes.”



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



“Yes.”



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



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



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



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



“Take off your shirt Debbie.”



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



“Now the bra.”



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



“Now the jeans Debbie.”



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



“Yes Sir,” was the quick response.



“Would you like to cum too whore?”



“Oh, yes Sir.”



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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

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



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



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



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



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



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



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



SMACK



“Ahh…yes Sir” was her hurried reply.



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



“No Sir.”



“Did you enjoy eating Tina’s pussy?”



“Yes Sir.”



“And how about her ass?”



“Yes Sir.”



“Have you sucked cock before?”



“Yes Sir.”



“Did you enjoy it?”



“It was OK Sir.”



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



“No Sir.”



“Why not?”



“I always felt it was disgusting.”



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



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



“Have you been fucked in the ass before?”



A sheepish, “yes Sir.”



“How many times?”



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



“So you like taking cock in your ass?”



“Yes Sir.”



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



I nodded my head in agreement.



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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

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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



“Yes Sir.”



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



“Sounds like a great idea. Go ahead.”



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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

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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



Through gasps, Debbie muttered a weak “yes.”



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



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



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



“You may, whore,” Tina replied.



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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

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



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



A very low “yes Sir” was her response.



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



“Yes Sir.”



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



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



“What?!” Amy exclaimed.



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



“Yes Sir.”



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



Stammering a reply, “y…y…yes Sir.”



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



“What?” was Rob’s shocked response.



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



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



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



“What do you mean?” Rob asked.



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



“She serves them?” he asked.



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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

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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



“Yes Ma’am.”



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



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



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



“Hell yeah!”



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



SMACK.



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



SLAP



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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

The good thing about having a good looking set of girlfriends is that you have to do less than half of the work to get picked up. Generally, several men will come over and try to work their charm on said girlfriend, and within the first minute she will pick one and go with it. That leaves all of the rest for the average scavengers like myself. Don’t feel sorry for those of us who are less awe-inspiring in looks. We know what we are. We know that when we DO get the one of the hottest men in the room, we need to be proud of ourselves and allow the subtle cloud of ego to surround us until morning when we realize he must have been drunk.



However, since the hottest man in the room usually goes to my friends, we have to settle for the next best thing. That is how I met Scott. And Scotty.



I was at a bar called 555 years ago, when 555 was the cool place to be. The men had flocked around my friend Greta and were fanning their peacock feathers as far as possible, and she was enjoying the attention (ignoring me) and making her choice. I kind of sat back in my chair and sipped my Cosmopolitan, watching her do her thing with complete admiration. Someday, I wanted to be like Greta.



Suddenly, someone grabs the back of my hair and bites my neck with a gentle nibble. “What the….?” I quickly turned around to see who it was. He was tall and skinny with dark hair and dimples so adorable I instantly wanted to put my tongue in them. He said “Those guys have it wrong. They should be working on you.”



He had me at hello.



He continued to flatter me, telling me he could tell I was smart and he appreciated that I wasn’t throwing myself at all of the guys… and that the only reason all of those men were paying attention to my friend was because of her boobs. Everyone knows that was true, but I still tried to defend her. “She’s super nice too!” I told him.



His name was Scotty and he was just moving here from California. He was meeting his friend at 555 sometime that night, and would I like to have a drink with him while he waited? Hell yes I did. Greta didn’t even notice I was landing a hotty of my own, and I was glad – because had she noticed, I’m sure she would have turned her charm on him and I’d be back to my Cosmopolitan once again.. It was the way of the world.



At some point Greta stumbled over and introduced herself, but Scotty was short with her and made it clear that he was into me. I ate it up because that NEVER happened. He said his friend Scott would be there soon. I don’t think she was willing to wait to see if he would top her current piece of eye-candy, because she threw a $20 on the bar for the bartender, blew him a kiss, grabbed the arm of the winning peacock that night, and they were out the door.



Scotty and I hit it off, and when his friend Scott arrived, I was totally comfortable with them both, and we were having a good time. It was getting late though, and they talked me into going to another bar for last call.



Last call came and went, and they knew the owner so we had another. But it was time to end the night, and none of us were ready for the party to end. It was just getting started. Scott invited me to his place for some late-night hot-tubbing. This was getting better with each minute, and without many responsibilities at that time, I had no problem with the idea of spending naked time in a hot tub with two near-strangers.



Scott’s house was gorgeous – though quite a few miles away from downtown Lansing. His hot tub was on the back deck and I shyly hid behind a towel before slipping into the suds. Both of them were naked but I pretended I didn’t notice. We smoked a joint in the hot tub and chatted and looked at the stars and flirted. Scotty made his move and kissed me, while Scott watched.



Finally, we went downstairs to a media room and had some drinks while listening to reggae. It was very fitting, I thought and giggled, since I don’t smoke very often. Scotty was all over me, and Scott was doing what I usually do when I’m the third wheel. He was working hard at not being insignificant, the poor little whippersnapper. Eventually, however, it was obvious that Scotty and I wanted to be alone, so Scott slipped out of the room.



Scotty was the perfect combination of rough and tough and his penis was just a little too large for my body. Which meant it was perfect. We screwed around for at least an hour before I realized that Scott had somehow sneaked back downstairs, and was sitting on the corner of the sectional sofa watching all of the action. When I saw him, I feigned a shocked surprised look, but continued to ride Scotty, all the while staring Scott in the eye.



“Fuck this” Scott said, and ran up the stairs. Scotty just shrugged and kept going at it. He really was amazing in bed. Then Scott come back downstairs, and his pants were off and his penis was in one hand, a bottle of vegetable oil in the other.



Yep, you know where this is going.



I had never had anal sex before, much less two men at once! But he didn’t really ask and didn’t really give me the opportunity to protest, because as I was riding Scotty, Scott sort of slipped his cock right into my ass, as if I were a porn star and do it all the time. I was appalled, and struggled a little to get away, but he held my head back by my hair and continued to pump his fat cock into my ass. Scotty was staring right into my eyes, holding my gaze, willing me to trust them, and eventually I stopped struggling. The thought about how slutty I was behaving turned me on even more. Scotty grabbed my chin and pulled my mouth down to his and he asked me if I wanted them to stop. I couldn’t believe it, but my answer was “NO, absolutely not!”- and I knew it was the right answer when he bit my lip and called me good girl.



A few more minutes, and both cocks were in my face and I had the challenge before me of making them both cum. I worked very hard on this, and eventually was rewarded with two streams of hot white cum dripping down my chin and onto my tits. The three of us fell into a heap on the floor and I erupted into a fit of giggles, which I only do when the sex was really really good.



I slept the rest of the night with Scotty in his bed, and he fucked me over and over again. Most of the time, a one-night stand, especially one that has such interesting content, ends quickly with an embarrassed last glance and a walk-of-shame. This one didn’t end for three months.



That’s right. I had two boyfriends, and I fucked them both often for three months until Scotty moved back to California. Literally – movies, dinner, drinks and sex with both of them for three months straight. Sometimes it would be all at once, but usually, I’d fuck one of them, and then I’d sneak into the other’s bedroom and take care of him, too. It was one of the best relationships of my life. And also one I KNOW my friends would not understand, so I didn’t tell anyone. It was my own dirty little secret. Until now. Now you know, too.

That was an outburst. An unnecessary one. Mason had a plan. He was going to reinforce the importance of Ginny talking to her father about her lifestyle choices. But the audacity of her questioning was crossing a line he couldn’t ignore. Mason got out of the car and opened the door, gesturing Ginny to get out. She got out laughing and fumbling in her heels on the gravel driveway.



“Silly, I told you my house is way over there. This is just th-”



“Take. Off. Your clothes,” said Mason.



“Ginny!” called out Ginny’s father from the front door of his new mansion. “Ginny who is that?”



“Hi Daddy!” cried Ginny.



“Tell him who I am,” said Mason.



“Uh-um, Daddy! This is Mason!” Ginny shouted across the lawn. Her father made a grumpy gesture and went back into the house.



“I’m going to repeat my instructions to you because you appear to be hard of hearing.” Mason’s voice was cool, calculating. His jaw clenched. “I want you to be naked when you are at home. Home starts at this gate. You are to dress and undress here every morning and every evening so that your whole family knows you are mine twenty-four-seven… and so does the neighborhood,” he added with a miniscule smile.



“You can’t be serious? I didn’t sign on for some camping trip! I want to be a concubine. I want to be a sexual servant. I want to be loved! And this… this is preposterous!”



“Would you like to know what it’s like to be a real concubine? Right now?” he asked, completely calm. Ginny’s face changed, her eyes lightened an almost unnoticeable degree.



“Right now?” she asked.



“Right here. But I need you to take off your clothes.” Ginny complied, sensing she was about to experience something she had always dreamed of, and she was, but not this. The moment she was nude Mason pinned her over the hood of her car and whispered in her ear calculatingly. “As your dominant partner I welcome questions of any kind, given they are presented in a respectful manner.” An unscheduled exhale escaped his lips. His weight pressed upon her, with exceptional pressure where his hand held her wrists together high on her back. “This ensures learning. However, your questioning this evening in the car was rude, disrespectful and bratty. This is what happens to a concubine when they behave this way.” He smacked her with his bare hand, which, to Ginny’s inexperienced rear felt like an oar. He slapped her hard, enough so she jerked forward on the hood of the car, engine still warm, heating her torso, Mason’s hand heating her ass. For the first two hits she only made muffled gurgling noises, but she began to let out pitiful little cries. Mason let his spanking weaken, loosened his grip on her and leaned in to hear those sad sounds until they subsided and he began slapping her again. But the cry was gone and Mason felt he had made a point. Ginny began to fold her clothes and looked up at him from beneath orange strands of hair. Mrs. Johnson was standing still as death just outside her front gate three houses down and staring.



“Because of your outbursts I cannot let your previous mistake with your assignment go unpunished. But, I want things to be right with us, so your consequence will be to tell your dad everything about us. Tell him everything you did and how you want to live.” Ginny smiled, as if relieved. “This may be my body,” he said, grabbing her, “and my rules. But this is his property and you follow his rules. Tell him I said that. Let me know how it goes tomorrow.” He drove away. Ginny walked into the house, and shortly after she was shunned to the pool castle, where she already lived. She felt foolishly dirty for telling her folks, her mom seemed especially betrayed, but a part of her felt lighter.



The next morning Mason watched her from across the street, as she dressed herself. He watched her humiliated posture and slow movements. The method, clothing, and demeanor with which she dressed, on the gravel filled driveway reeked of defeat, disappointment, and delicious reluctant acceptance. After the previous evening’s screaming and yelling on the part of her parents, and strangely calm discipline administration on the part of Mason, she didn’t know what she would do wrong today, and what sort of “consequences” Mason would dream up.



“Did you tell him I respect his rules?” Mason asked right away.



“I told him something like that,” she said. Mason sighed, trying not to seem disappointed. “He seemed to get how deep you were about it but then he kicked me out,” she said.



“Well, there’s nothing you can do about that,” said Mason, nonchalantly starting the car. “He’ll come around. In the meantime, I have an assignment for us for first period, possibly all day long.”



“But school-” she protested.



“I’m arranging right now,” he said texting, “for Amanda to take notes for you. However you have to be back for the last period of the day. Mrs. Roberts will notice your absence. Your dress code is rule number one, and needs to be discussed, however your grades need to be maintained as well. I expect an A on Mr. Feldman’s History essay tomorrow.”



“Who’s Amanda?” asked Ginny with an obvious tone of jealously.



“Ginny. Your upbringing is clearly becoming a problem. While I neither discriminate against nor judge individuals who choose a path other than my own, I expect my concubine to be fully my property. You are still completing your application process and your training is so far from beginning you will long for the trials of today when it does finally progress. However, I must understand that you come from… a mother and a father, is that correct?”



“Yes Sir,” she said curtly with full knowledge of where this conversation was leading.



“I know your parents have a marital contract that stipulates monogamy. We discussed this at the mall. How were you born a submissive girl?



“It’s possible,” she said in a way that could only read that she was lying to herself. Mason determined Ginny was in far too delicate of a position on this matter for him to obtain information from her directly. Other means would be necessary.



“Your jealousy was not only apparent in your comment but uncalled for. You need to become comfortable, as soon as possible, with the idea of my having more than one concubine. Is that clear?” He asked gently.



A defeated “Yes Sir,” escaped her lips.



He drove around the outside of town and took her to a Mansion. It was his father’s. Mason too lived in the guest house of his parent’s property, but he didn’t take Ginny there. He took her to the upper most tower of the mansion where an tremendous barrel of a man lived and worked and rarely left. As soon as the two of them walked in the man greeted Mason so warmly, Ginny thought he was going to get slapped. Ginny looked at him slyly, attempting to fix her eyes on his face, but they wandered noticing various details. He wore loose fitting tweed slacks with a vest, pressed white shirt, and a cravat. His shoes were uncreased. His hands were delicate. His face was clean shaven.



“Ahhhh Mason. You grew, what is it? A quarter of an inch since I last saw you? You know that’s too long to go without your tailor! And why aren’t you in school? And do tell me: Who is this pearl of a child you’ve brought with you?” rambled the man. “Oh the colors I could dye to accentuate that hair…” he said, extending his arm to stroke a lock only to be tapped away by Mason.



“Mason,” Ginny said under her breath, “Who is this?” But the man heard her.



“Who am I? Who am I?! Why I am the Great Georgian. I am a world known tailor, commissioned to work here, for the Tearings.” Ginny looked sceptically at Mason who gestured with his eyebrows that Georgian wasn’t lying.



“I have a project for you, Georgian,” he said taking Georgian to the window and out of Ginny’s earshot. They spoke very briefly, Mason clearly giving strict orders and Georgian standing at attention. “Maybe have a few designs ready by later this week?” said Mason on his way out.



“Absolutely, Sir!” responded the Georgian, who took Ginny’s measurements while Mason waited outside. He’s such a gentleman, she thought. After Ginny’s measurements were complete they went back to Cherry Creek and went straight to the women’s department store. Ginny tried silks, designer denim mini-skirts, luxurious bras. There seemed to be no limit to what Mason could buy for her, but she was always on edge, feeling, “This must be the last thing.” By lunch Ginny had a new wardrobe and Mason took her to the concubine administration office where she was issued identification specifying her as unowned and complete with an official bar code. The office had certified tattoo specialists who could copy any bar-code and Ginny’s was tattooed on the front of her sex. Her private parts were in a huge amount of pain by this point, still healing from the piercing, and feeling the fresh scratch of the black bar code, to be seen by everyone who sees her naked, including her father. Lunch gave them enough time to get to school sometime during fifth period. The halls were empty save for the occasional janitor or teacher going in and out of bathrooms or the copy room.



Mason pulled Ginny into the boiler room and the door clicked behind him. There was no question as to what his intentions were, at least vaguely to Ginny. Mason’s shoes clicked on the floor as he walked towards her and all Ginny could think of was the keys on the rings that hung from the janitors’ belts. Mason pinned Ginny against the wall and gripped her under her short, short skirt to check for panties and grooming. All was as it should have been but his fingers lingered as Ginny took in a short breath. Unwilling to risk the possibility of her making a noise, Mason placed a hand over her mouth and whispered into her ear. Ginny’s breath slowed and she appeared to calm at the sound of his cool, low, carefully placed words.



“You are caged by my body and have nowhere to run. I’m going to remove my hand and you will be quiet, are we clear?” Ginny nodded, a tear forming in one eye. Mason removed his hand and Ginny gasped for air from within the confines of his enormous limbs and tilted head. She’d always admired his physique, and now she knew why. The sense of helplessness he gave her was overwhelmingly delicious. She would have done anything he’d asked for at that moment. She’d already forgotten about the janitors’ keys, sixth period, dress code. She was his in the moment only. She was fixated on Mason’s hands, one of which was still stroking under her skirt, causing a great deal of pain when it passed over her fresh piercing and tattoo but immediately afterward providing intense pleasure, teasing her, touching her only superficially. But the circumstances of the situation, the closet, his huge body, getting caught, the pain, made her so excited she called out. Mason’s hand landed over her lips and with a sharp thwack he muffled her pleasure, placing the other hand over her shoulder and turning her around, holding both her wrists behind her back. He used his belt to secure them.



By this point the heat of the room had Ginny’s fair skin severely flushed. Mason pressed her face up against a warm pipe, and she shuddered again. He must have known how hypnotic his whispering was.



“Has anyone ever put anything in your ass before, Ginny?” he asked. Ginny shook her head, scared and unprepared psychologically for the experience ahead of her.



“No.”



“We’re going to play with your ass a little bit right now,” he said. He was pressing her face into the pipe and talking through his teeth into her ears. “Spread your legs and stick out your ass,” he said, and as she did he lifted her skirt above her hips and squeezed her hips, parting her, and pulling her open. It was hard to see in that room but Mason could still make out the intense coloring of Ginny’s sex. Her outer labia were porcelain white, just as was the rest of her, the exterior of her inner labia were a deep pink, but her insides were a near magenta, and her asshole was nearly perfectly porcelain with just a hint of pink around the edge. Mason shoved his hands deep into Ginny’s mouth, coaxing up a good deal of saliva and running his fingers across her ass, pulling at its circumference, first with one finger, then two, then three. Her ability to relax without any experience was spectacular. He put his fingers back in her mouth for a good cleaning.



“The bell will ring shortly,” he said looking at his watch and putting his belt back on. “Your assignment, due this weekend, will be to prepare your ass for my cock. We have one more shopping trip after school to assist you with this.” Mason left the boiler room and the passing bell rang. Ginny walked out shortly after him and everybody stared at her. Had they known what she’d done? She felt the imprint of the pipe on her hot face. She attempted to straighten her hair and while doing so she realized: What am I so ashamed of? She walked to class with a hint of self confidence that was new to her. Even though she sought to belong entirely to someone else, her sexuality never felt so much her own.



After school Ginny dutifully slipped into Mason’s passenger seat. “So what lies ahead, Sir?” she asked.



“Sinsations.”



“Sinsations? Isn’t that a stripper store?” asked Ginny.



“Ohhhh Ginny. It’s far more than that. You won’t be shopping for outfits, but you will be shopping for a minimum of five things in each of the following three categories: implements of discipline, restraints, and toys. You must be clear about what category you are placing something in. Understand?” Ginny shook her head that she did and began wandering around the store with her basket. Mason leaned against the wall and observed her behavior. At first she wandered only around the main open section, taking in the experience of the store. It was nothing like what she’d imagined, with its carpeted floors, friendly staff, and general department store feel to it. In this open section she looked at basic toys, dildos, vibrators, and plugs, reading the boxes and examining the products. In the corner of the store stood a room labeled “BDSM.” Ginny quickly selected a few insertables and was pulled to the BDSM section where she found all sorts of toys. Far more than she could ever ask Mason to purchase for her, she thought, and began thinking of ways in which one could improvise. Panties could serve as a gag, for example. But some things, were to be made with the utmost care, she thought, some things could not simply be fashioned on the scene. She chose a beautiful Koa wooden paddle, and simple but elegant kangaroo hide whip. She returned to the first section and selected a vibrator, dildo, and butt plug. Those were her toys.



As she lingered in the BDSM room there were all sorts of items that caught her attention as she fantasized about punishment, infractions, and discipline. She wandered through the isles feeling the various materials and Mason realized she was daydreaming and needed to be redirected. He approached her swiftly from behind and, looking in her basket, over her shoulder, he gripped all the hair from one side of her head to the other.



“What have you selected?” he asked in a normal tone. He startled Ginny and worked hard at trying to hide how pleased he was with his own stealth. Once Ginny composed herself she began describing the articles in her basket with much self-involved detail about how this grove or vein or fall might awaken her senses. She was very clear that each of the items in her basket were to be in the “toy” category. The last toy was a butt plug and Ginny’s descriptions of it were centered less around herself (which is what Mason had hoped for for this category), but more centered around its features, bells, and whistles.



“Ginny. Why didn’t you ask a salesperson or myself to help you?” he asked.



“I wanted you to think I knew about that stuff,” Ginny replied shyly.



“This morning you told me you’ve never had anything in your ass. I doubted it briefly because you were so receptive, but clearly I was wrong to doubt you.” He grabbed her by the chin and pulled her face firmly up to his and spoke very smoothly and distinctly. “No lying. No hiding. Anything. Ever.” It was as if the world shut down around Ginny. The store blurred around her. The voices and sounds melted into indistinguishable noises until all she heard were those short sentences from Mason. All she saw was his face until he released Ginny’s chin and snapped his fingers. Two sales people arrived almost instantaneously and presented themselves to him.



“I will need a set of graduated crystal anal plugs delivered to room number one please,” and the two staff members disappeared as quickly as they materialized. Mason placed one finger through the ‘O’-ring in Ginny’s collar and tugged on it. Ginny instantly knew she was to follow and he led her to a corner to the store she hadn’t noticed, behind a wall. There was a hallway of doors, and the very first was inscribed with an “M.” Mason wasn’t sharing any information with her, he wasn’t explaining anything, he wasn’t even looking at her. She knew she was in trouble. She didn’t mean to lie, but that didn’t really matter. When they arrived at the door another shop worker arrived with them to unlock the door and as they walked in he asked Ginny to surrender her basket.



“Do you think I don’t know how all this works?” asked Mason, leaning into the employee, using his stature to his advantage. The boy ran off and Mason led Ginny in, who was terrified of what consequences lie ahead. Mason read her silence as obedience, and her behavior was obedient, but psychologically she was in a daze, rummaging through all the possibilities. What could he do to her in that little room? Had she made a selection with one of her “toys” that will undoubtedly seal her fate? Remembering the morning’s spanking and the heat of the car, remembering this morning’s session in the boiler room up against the hot pipe, Ginny felt her face begin to flush. She was mortified that Mason caught her in her lie so easily, she felt humbled by her failure to be less than acceptable, and she was starting to perspire, wondering if her choice of paddle would in fact be a toy or not or maybe Mason would come up with something more creative, more deviant, more twisted. Mason led her in by her collar and positioned her in the corner of the room. The room was lined entirely with mirrors, with one wooden chair in the corner, and just a few basic items hanging from the wall. The graduated plugs were laid out on a table for him and waiting. Mason took a seat in the chair and crossed his legs. He looked at Ginny for an uncomfortable amount of time during which she fidgeted but could not meet his eyes.



“Ginny. How do you feel right now?” he asked her.



“I feel… I… um. I…” No coherent statement managed to escape her lips.



“Take of your clothes,” said Mason.



“Here?” asked Ginny.



In one motion Mason stood up pulling the whip in a rounded swoop from the basket. He stepped towards Ginny, pulled her skirt down, unhooked her bra, and turned her around. He snapped the whip several times in the air, and leaned into Ginny.



“Every noise you make will cost you.” The whip cracked Ginny’s skin again and again. With each strike a lazy mark would emerge upon her flesh seconds later. Some marks bled, some didn’t. No noise came from Ginny’s mouth. When he saw her body slacken significantly he stopped and sat back down at his chair. Ginny didn’t move from her position save for an occasional twitch or tremble.



“Let’s try this again. Take off your clothes,” he said in a normal tone. Ginny pulled the skirt from her ankles off. She dropped her bra to the floor. “Face me. Put your hands behind your back,” Ginny obeyed. “How do you feel?”



Ginny stood before Mason with her head high for a few moments as she searched her mind desperately for the correct answer. Mason watched her shoulders lower, he watched her brow drop, her posture become crooked, and her chin begin to quiver. She began to wring her hands behind her back and again, no response.

I enjoy being a submissive to my husband, Alex. Our sex life is fantastic when it’s just the two of us, but several times a month he takes me out somewhere to find someone else for me to fuck. I never know where we are going. He chooses what I wear, and I never know the gender of the person I will be fucking, or the number of them for that matter. He does not demean me while doing this, instead he chooses a scenario that I have had a fantasy about, or that he has envisioned. It is meant to bring pleasure to both of us and allow us to fulfill fantasies.



My job is to tell him any fantasy I have. I describe them in detail while he fingers and licks my pussy. He helps me to enhance my sexuality in things that I would be afraid to do without his guidance. I never tell him no. If he chooses something for me, that is what I will do. Truth be told, every bit of it makes me hot. I love his deciding what I am going to and all the planning he puts into it.



This story is one I often replay in my head when he is out of town. I use toys to recreate what I can and I know how much my husband loves me because he gives me these fantastic nights. Not every husband is willing to allow his wife to fuck another man, much less groups of people.



First a little bit about myself. I am average height and average weight for a woman. I know how to play on my features and be either coy or downright slutty and I love both. I can turn heads when I want to. I love cock and I love pussy. Most of all I love pleasing my husband. We are in our early 40s and everything about us is “average.” We have the house with the white picket fence and 2.5 kids and dog. Soccer games, football games and cheerleading practice are on our daily schedules. We are typical family next door, but behind closed doors, especially bedroom doors, we are far more free.



I came home from work on a Friday night to find my husband sitting on our bed. He was naked, cock at full staff and ready for me. I dropped to me knee in front of him, happily taking his cock into my mouth. Once I got his full length in my mouth, I knew. He is only this hard when he’s about to take me out somewhere. My pussy tingled with excitement. I eagerly bobbed my head up and down the length of my cock. He grabbed my head, keeping it still.



“You are a slut tonight and I’m going to fuck your mouth the way I want to,” he commanded. Oh, my pussy got so wet.



As he held my head, his strokes were long, hard and fast. I had to resist the urge to gag and adjust a little bit so I could take his length down my throat.



“Oh, your hot mouth is better than your pussy tonight,” he groaned.



He only lasted a few minutes with his assault on my mouth before I was slurping up his sticky cum. He came so hard I couldn’t swallow it all. My mouth dripped with his cum. I didn’t want to waste any, so I wiped it off my face, rubbed it on my tits, then licked it off. I licked his cock nice and clean, making sure to get every drop.



My pussy was aching for relief, but I knew I wouldn’t be getting it. On our nights out, he wants me as wet as possible when I meet my partner or partners.



When Alex was finished he pulled me to a standing position and started removing my clothing. He led me to the bathroom, lifting me onto the counter, sliding my ass to the edge as I braced myself.



On the counter were the razor and shaving cream. With the agony my pussy was already in, this was going to be difficult. When he shaves my pussy I always struggle to keep from cumming. All the playing with my pussy gets me worked up.



He slathered my throbbing lips with shaving cream, meticulously using the razor to clean every hair from my pussy and ass. By the time he was done, my entire body throbbed with desire and anticipation. He gave my clit one slow lick before I got down. I couldn’t wait to get to wherever we were going, but I knew he would be slow, making me wait.



We returned to the bedroom for me to get dressed. I never know what the outfit is going to be. It can be anything from barely there to school marm, covered to my ankles with my hair pulled into a tight bun. Each part of the unknown fuels my excitement.



I already had a clue since he told me I was going to be a slut tonight. This probably meant barely there, or leather, or something along those lines. These were actually my favorite outfits, but I didn’t tell him that. I saw his cock harden whenever he dressed me in one of these outfits. Tonight was no exception. When he opened the box and revealed the outfit, he pulled my hand to his cock, which had hardened again. Another thing I never know during our adventures is if he will be part of them. Sometimes he does nothing but watch. Other times he is actively fucking me. I hoped tonight it would be the latter since his cock was hardening quickly. Nights like this usually meant I’d be in for a good, hard cock pounding.



The first item he pulled out was a lace garter belt. He held it out for me to step into. As he slid it up and over my hips, I quivered. His hands were hot on my skin. Next came the stockings that were attached to the garters. He ever so slowly slid them up my legs, his palms firm on my legs so I could feel the heat of his hands. His fingers grazed near my clit, but never touched it. I wanted to feel his fingers so badly.



Tonight there were no panties. My pussy juice would be dripping down my legs. Next he pulled out a black mini skirt. As with the garter belt, I stepped into it with his hands running up my legs. It fell just a couple of inches below my ass. I do yoga to keep my body in decent shape and it has done wonders on my ass. I have a nice jiggle to it when I get fucked, but it looks firm and has a traditional heart shape. The skirt showed it off well. My last piece of clothing was a bustier that laced up the front. It didn’t cover much of my tits. It came up just over my nipples. My tits jiggled as I walked. They aren’t huge, but they are a mouthful and my nipples are very sensitive. I can cum just from having them played with.



I wore no jewelry except my wedding ring. My hair was down, just past my shoulders. My lips were a vibrant red and very glossy. My eyes were played up, but I doubted any man would notice them tonight. The final adornment was my shoes. Black 4″ heels. They had a pattern that came to mid calf that criss crossed and tied; another part of my submission.



He did something he had never done before after he finished dressing me. He reached for a small container that contained a green gel. He pushed up my skirt and spread the gel across my clit. It tingled on contact and it wasn’t from his touch. There was something in the gel that made me tingle. Every time I moved it tingled more. This was going to be the most excruciating pleasure.



He didn’t say another word. He just took my hand, leading me to the car. We got in and drove in quiet for about 45 minutes. I had to keep as still as possible or the gel on my pussy would start me tingling all over again. We stopped at an area and a bar I was not familiar with. We could hear some loud bass thumping as we got to the door. He opened the door for me, letting me go in first. There was definite anticipation mixed with apprehension. I didn’t know what was on the other side of the door.



When I walked in, it didn’t take long before heads were turning. My pale white skin stood out in this bar. There were a few other white couples in the bar, but it was mostly black and Hispanic. I was most certainly in the minority here. As I walked, the gel made my clit tingle. Each step brought most wetness in my pussy and incredible sensations.



We didn’t stop for a drink as we usually do. Instead we walked up to another couple and Alex asked them if they would like to dance with me. He then told them I liked both men and women and loved to be felt up as I danced. Soon the three of us were on the dance floor while he bought our drinks.



Dancing was exquisite and torturous at the same time. The gel on my clit was still very active and every move I made sent jolts straight to my pussy. I was also wedged between the couple, with the man behind me, grinding his cock into my ass, and the woman running her hands over my tits. My husband simply stood at the bar, watching. The man behind me started running his hands up my legs and under my skirt. When he could tell that there were no panties under my skirt, he went to slide it up. I started to tug it down.



Alex shouted, “Leave your skirt up. Show off that fine pussy and ass! Unless anyone minds that is.”



It started slowly, then I heard chants of “Pussy and ass, pussy and ass, pussy and ass…” It continued until I pulled skirt up around my waist, showing off the garters and stockings. When I did, a round of applause went around the bar.



My husband left the bar and joined me. He told me he wanted me to properly thank the couple for dancing with me. I didn’t understand what he meant until he placed each of my hands on their crotches. He asked the couple if they would like me to stroke them. The woman of the couple said she’d prefer if we both gave her husband a blowjob if we were agreeable to that. My pussy dripped as we waited for the response.



“Sure. My wife is happy to suck cock. Would you like privacy or an audience?” He asked.



“Oh, I don’t mind an audience,” she responded.



Things were moving quickly and my pussy was damn hot and wanting relief. We were on the edge of the dance floor as we pulled the husband’s pants down. A nice thick cock sprang to attention. It was dark but not black. Pre cum was already dripping from the head. I didn’t wait, lowering my mouth, taking as much in as I could. Lowering to my knees, I began to swallow his cock, or as much of it as I could. I struggled to get his length into my mouth without gagging.



“Let me show you how to deep throat,” his wife said. She proceeded to swallow his whole damn cock in one swift move. I watched in awe as she easily manipulated his meat down her throat, quickly and his full length each time.



“Now you try,” the wife told me.



I tried again, still not able to take everything. I cupped his balls in my hand, giving them a gentle tug. He took this as a sign to shove his cock farther down my throat. I gagged as he did. His wife grabbed my head, sliding it up and down his cock, pushing me further and further with each stroke. When his balls slapped my face, I realized I had his entire cock in my throat. His wife continued using my head and mouth to fuck her husband. Alex simply stood behind me stroking my ass.



“Suck his big hard cock,” the wife told me repeatedly. “You look like you like having a cock in your mouth.”



This man had stamina. He continued pounding in and out of my mouth. His wife joined me, cupping and sucking his balls, licking the base of his cock when he pulled out of my mouth. My mouth hit her tongue as I stroked back down on him. Each time we touched I felt the fire in my pussy.



I heard the wife say, “I think he’s going to cum. I want some too.”



She pulled me off his cock so we could both suck and lick him when he came. I pumped the base of his thick cock while we licked away. As we continued, we were rewarded with a face full of cum. We licked and sucked until he was dry. I happily lapped the cum from his wife’s face, licking her mouth, taking her tongue deep into mine.



I almost screamed when my husband’s hand found my clit. I had been dripping for so long, and tasting cum on another woman only made my own need to cum stronger. His mere touch nearly sent me over the edge. He pulled me back and whispered in my ear, “You’ve been such a good girl, I’ll find you someone to lick your pussy.”



“Oh, yes, please,” I moaned, knowing it wouldn’t take me long to cum once I had a tongue on my now tender pussy.



He took me to the dance floor, with my skirt still at my waist as he stroked my ass. I didn’t know who in particular he was looking for, but he worked our way through the crowd, my pussy waiting in anticipation. Several people reached out to grab my ass, or run a hand over my pussy or tits as we made our way through the crowd. Finally he stopped. In front of me was a very good looking black man. He was tall and slim and medium toned skin. He looked like he worked out.



“Would you like to eat my wife’s pussy?” he asked the man.



“Hell yeah,” the man responded.



“Follow us,” my husband said.



He found us a table that came to about mid thigh on the men and put me on my back across it. It wasn’t a back room, but it was more remote than the dance floor. You could still easily see us from the bar and the dance floor. As you’ve figured out, I have no problem with having people watch me have sex. Knowing that people are watching me and that there are men who would fuck me given the chance, makes it far more exciting to me. I’m also quite vocal when I fuck, so being discreet isn’t really an option anyway.



My husband looked at the man, saying, “She’s all yours.”



The man knelt in front of me, eagerly lapping at my pussy. My husband dropped his pants, pulled my head back and stuck his cock in my mouth.



I had my first orgasm in minutes. It had been a long time coming. My screams were muffled around my husband’s cock, but I knew people had heard me and were watching us.



“You’re attracting quite a bit of attention,” my husband said. “You’ve got plenty of people watching you suck my cock while you get sucked. You like that, don’t you. You like having people watching you fucking.”



I could only groan in response. My mouth was full.



The man licking my pussy did not let up after I came. His tongue probed everywhere, including sliding back to my ass.



My husband told him, “Oh, she has a tight ass. See if you can get it loosened up for her.”



The man slid three fingers into my pussy, fucking me furiously, getting my pussy nice and wet while he continued to eat me. Being a slut was exactly what I wanted tonight. I felt another orgasm building. The finger fucking came faster and harder until I burst. My cum flowed down the man’s fingers, which he spread on my ass. He wasted no time in sliding a finger in and pumping away.



“Yeah, loosen her ass up. She’s going to need it,” my husband stated.



Damn. What else was going to happen tonight, I wondered. I didn’t have time to think much, because the man slid a second finger into my ass, while tonguing my clit. My husband continued to pump his cock in and out of my mouth. The sensations flowing across my body were pure bliss.



When the man pushed three, then four fingers into my ass, I pulled my mouth off my husband’s cock and screamed as yet another orgasm hit me.



“Oh, yeah, fuck my tight ass,” I screamed. “Eat my wet pussy,” I begged him. He continued until the orgasm subsided.



“Oh, that ass is nice and wide now,” the man said as he licked around my hole.



“You can fuck her if you want until I get back,” my husband stated.



The man wasted no time in sliding into my pussy. He slid in easily since I was damn wet. I had been denied an orgasm for hours, then given three inside of an hour. I’m sure I reeked of sex.



The man fucking me undid the ties on my bustier, freeing my tits. He pinched and pulled them while he slammed his cock into my wet pussy. My tits are sensitive to begin with, but the sexual frustration and the excitement of the crowd gathering around us heightened my sensations. This man was using my body like his own fuck doll and I loved every minute of it. My body felt jolts of electricity going to my clit and tits each time he slammed his cock into me.



He was pounding away when Alex returned with another man. I struggled to focus as my pussy clenched around the cock fucking it. This man was built big. Everything about him was big. He had broad shoulders, was easily over six feet, large hands, a square jaw, and a huge cock inching closer to my mouth. He was easily 10 inches long and as big around as my wrist. His skin was black as coal.



I simply screamed as I came, my pussy clenched hard and tight around the man’s cock, giving it one hell of a massage.



“Shoot that cum on her tits,” Alex told the man fucking me. He moved quickly, his cock exploding with thick cum, covering my chest. My tongue stuck out, hoping to catch some that I could taste.



“Give her your cock to clean off. We don’t want you to have to leave with a messy dick,” Alex told the first man.



He eagerly filled my mouth with his still hard cock. I sucked him dry, cleaning his cum and my pussy juice from him. I love the taste of my pussy on a cock and welcome any chance to suck it off. When the man left, he gave me a good slap on my ass, telling me what a good fuck I’d been.



The new man had taken my hand, wrapping it around his monster cock. My fingers barely fit around him. I groaned with anticipation. His black hands massaged my creamy white tits. He replaced one hand with his mouth, nibbling and sucking on my hard nub. I squirmed all over the table.



Alex bent down to tell me, “This night is far from over. Shortly you will have your pussy and ass stuffed full of cock.”



“Oh yes, give me more,” I cried.



Alex took his place at my pussy. His thumb rubbed my clit as his cock slid into my pussy. His quick manipulation of my clit, along with the sight of my white hand around this big black cock had me cumming quickly. It was going to feel damn good when he filled my pussy with it.



As Alex continued pumping my cunt, the man gave me his cock to taste. Any woman that could take him into her mouth had my admiration. My mouth was stretched just to take in the width, not to mention the length. He was gentle as I worked to swallow as much as I could.



“You look beautiful with that big black cock in your mouth,” Alex told me. “And you have quite an audience.”



I attempted to turn my head, which was difficult with my mouth stuffed, but what I could see showed me that we were surrounded with watchers. Some of the crowd was issuing instructions to the two men.



“Fuck that pussy hard.”



“Shove that cock down her throat.”



“Grab those tits and work them.”



“Flip her over and give her a good fuck.”



The last comment registered somewhere. Alex maneuvered me so that I was on my hands and knees on the table. It was a bit of a relief since it made it slightly easier to suck the cock in front of me.



Each time Alex slid his cock into me, my mouth pushed forward onto the man’s cock. I wanted it in my pussy so badly, but Alex decided what happened. If I asked to have the man fuck me, he would make me wait longer, and I didn’t want to wait.



I felt something cold and wet on my ass. I realized that Alex was spreading lube across my asshole. He wasted no time in plunging his fingers deep into my hole. It wasn’t long before I felt the head of his cock pressing against my ass. It wasn’t the first time I had his, or any, cock in my ass.



A loud groan escaped my mouth as he plunged his full length into my ass in one swift move.



What came next came as a complete surprise to me, but was the fulfillment of a fantasy.



Alex pulled me off the cock in my mouth, straightening me so my back was against his chest. He held me up by my tits.



“It’s time,” Alex said to the other man.



What did that mean?



I found out when the man closed in on us, sliding his cock into my pussy.



A primal groan came from my throat as the monster cock slid into my pussy, stretching it wide. It was a good thing I was so wet or he probably would have ripped me open. As he slid further and further in, the pleasure began to come. Alex slowly slid in and out of my ass, as the man pushed further and further into my pussy. I had never been so stuffed.



It took a few minutes before the men were able to establish a rhythm, thrusting into my holes at the same pace. They were hitting spots of pleasure I never knew existed. I could no longer contain my pleasure.

“Inga – vent!”



There was something in the insistence of his tone that made her wait, despite not understanding his language.



Leif quickly grabbed her hands and tied them behind her back; they nestled nicely in the small of her back, just over her curvaceous, inviting, bum.



He kissed her on the back of the neck.



“Kirken!” he said to her and his band of men; she understood she was to lead them there. She was reluctant to do so, reluctant to endanger her village, but with little choice at the point of a Viking sword, and under the spell of this tall and powerful warrior.



After a brief walk they arrived at a mound overlooking the small, stone-built Saxon church. They all knew the women and children had sought sanctuary here, but Leif was no murderer. He wanted a quick and easy prize, or two…the second and best prize being this beautiful young wench.



He held her waist, she felt his muscular presence and hot, meady breath on her neck, sensed his desire, and her own. Dear God, how would this end?



Leif appraised the situation. He ordered a band of ten men to evacuate the church, frighten the weak or young or female into running away, and kill any man who dared to resist.



He and Inga watched from the hill, until his men signalled for them.



They entered the broken wooden door, with the sounds of the fleeing and defeated around them. Three dead Saxons lay on the ground, two soldiers and a priest, the latter clutching his Bible and a gold, jewel encrusted crucifix. His eyes stared lifelessly upwards, and his blood seeped onto the cold, stone floor.



Inga gasped and choked, turned to bury her face in the chest of this dangerous stranger. She sought comfort and relief from the terror around her.



Leif responded by holding her and stroking her long, red hair. He was surprised to feel his blood pumping into his cock, to feel desire at a time like this was unexpected, but pleasant indeed.



He ordered his men to take the most valuable treasure as quickly as possible, and return to the boat. He would deal with the woman…



His men looked at him with a mixture of greed and envy, but hurried about their task and soon left the two of them alone.



Leif strode back and forth before the primitive alter, took the crucifix from the priest and raised it heavenwards.



He sought the approval of Odin and his countless lost brethren in Valhalla.



He felt a rage and a lust that was overpowering; his final reward was to come now, before he had to return this beauty to her kind.



He forced her to lay across the alter, held her bound hands behind her, lifted her flimsy skirt and freed his stiffening cock.



“No!” Inga cried, “Please!”



He took one of the alter candles and moved around in front of her, presented his cock to her soft red lips and waited for her to perform.



She sobbed, and hesitated.



Hot wax dripped onto her naked bum.



“Sug!” commanded Leif.



Inga dutifully took his member between her lips, licked him, sucked him, looked at him with tear-stained eyes and tried to avoid more dripping, hot wax on her tender young backside.



Each chafe of teeth on his cock caused fresh drops of wax to fall.



Inga was surprised to feel her quim becoming moist as the wax fell and Leif’s cock filled her mouth.



Once hard, Leif withdrew from her mouth and extinguished the candle on her pale and delicious arse.



“Ayah! Bastard!” she cried.



And thought, “Fuck me now, please.”



Leif moved behind her, held her down, took some of the holy oil for anointment and let it trickle between her cheeks; dipped the still warm candle into oil and pressed it slowly into her anus.



“No! Please! Not that! Aarghh!”



Slowly the tip of the candle disappeared, stretched her slowly, deeply, until only the wide base of the candle was protruding, a thumb’s length.



Leif took her hands, lifted her head by pulling back on her hair, and thrust his cock mercilessly into her cunt.



A simultaneous moan of pain and pleasure escaped their lips.



Each thrust pushed the candle deeper into her anus, Inga feared that he would damage her, but was surprised to enjoy the sensation of being totally penetrated. In fact, she almost wished she had another cock to suck…



Leif breathed heavily, oh God please don’t let him come yet, mm if only I could rub my clitoris, she thought.



Leif contained himself, and withdrew, wanting to feel this girl’s hot arse around his member before he came. Wanted to fuck this Saxon arse and let her live to tell the tale of the potent Viking invaders who would take what they wanted from her and her kind.



He spread her thighs around the corner of the alter, allowing a fine view of the candle penetrating her anus, but happily for Inga this pressed her clitoris onto the now warm and slippery surface.



Her breasts and nipples too enjoyed contact with the oil, through her flimsy but coarse clothing.



She gasped, as he swiftly withdrew the candle from her, felt the cool air of the church enter her stretched and aching hole.



He pressed into her anus, slowly, slowly, she gasped as his cock passed the outer ring.



“Aaah no! Stop!” she cried as his cock head butted against a tender inner sphincter.



Leif was unsurprised at the tightness but found the hot roughness of her arsehole to be incredibly exciting. He smacked her bum and she involuntarily relaxed to allow his cock to penetrate fully.



He slid slowly back and forth, enjoying this new and ecstatic pleasure.



There was no stopping them now, Leif fucked in a wild frenzy, so unusual to see his member disappear into her in this way. So hot, so rough, so slippery, so good…



Inga’s clitoris was being pounded into the alter, this pagan penetration aroused her as she knew it would, she was close to coming, would she be able to feel his warm seed inside her…?



With a roar, Leif came, and Inga felt his hot come deep within, she bucked her hips and rubbed her clitoris onto the alter until she too shuddered in a powerful orgasm.



Leif was surprised again as her strong internal muscles clenched around him and prolonged his orgasmic contractions.



Finally, both spent, he slipped from her behind, and covered himself. He took his dagger and cut through her bonds. He admired the beauty of this hot, wet and violated Saxon arse, one last time.



He smacked her cheeks as one would a faithful horse, and turned and headed for the door, clutching the golden bejewelled crucifix.



Inga panted for breath and wanted to rest awhile, but saw her future disappearing. She



lifted herself from the alter, felt the hot come of a stranger drip from her violated anus, felt the heat of the candle burn, felt the tingling of her cunt and a post orgasmic euphoria.



“Leif!” she cried, “Wait!”

It was a quiet afternoon at the office. My last appointment for the day had to cancel at the last minute, and the bosses were all at a convention out of town. Nothing was happening, and although it was a good time to catch up on paperwork, I was tired so I thought I’d get an early start on the weekend. I didn’t expect my girlfriend, Paola, to be home when I got there, so I was surprised to hear the television when I walked through the door. I decided to sneak up on her as a surprise, but when I went into the living room, she was the one who surprised me.



Playing on the television was a porn video; a pretty young girl was having her faced stuffed with cock; I watched for a second when the actor pulled out and emptied a huge load of cum across her face. Paola, not realising I was behind her, emitted a little gasp and then a moan. Immediately the scene on the screen shifted; once again, a sexy young bitch was getting her throat rammed by a large cock. Once again, the scene ended with arcs of hot, sticky cum splashing the actress’s pouty, puffy lips. Paola moaned again and I could her a squishing sound. I quietly looked over the back of the sofa and saw my petite sweet girl pounding her cunt with her fingers. The skirt of her elegant suit was hiked up around her waist, her dainty little g-string panties around her knees. I wanted nothing more than to strip down and fuck her senseless, but I was fascinated with the scene in front of me and decided to watch quietly, despite my own erection.



Paola has always been an enthusiastic cocksucker. In spite of the fact that she’s a high-powered corporate attorney, in the bedroom she’s definitely a submissive. Who knows? Perhaps it’s because in the “outside” world she is so forceful and dominant that at home she takes comfort from being the object, rather than the subject. Which suits me fine; our sex life is dominated by me—I’m the one who calls all the shots, and she takes the greatest pleasure in pleasuring me. Not that she doesn’t get her share of orgasms: the girl comes buckets, at times even squirting juice from her cunt.



Another scene started on the television, same as the others, but this time, when the girl finished with a face full of dripping cum, she turned her head and got a second pounding by another huge cock, and then a third. Paola’s breathing grew shorter, her moans deeper. She reached into her purse and extracted a large, natural-shaped dildo and stroked herself once before burying it deep into her gash. I fully expected her to fuck herself with it, but as soon as it was properly lubricated, she withdrew it and began to suck on it. The girl in the video took a third load and then a fourth and as Paola watched, she fucked her own mouth with the plastic cock while still fingering her stiff clit.



Silently, I took off my jacket and tie and unbuttoned my shirt, slipping off my loafers. My nipples were almost as erect as my cock, but I left my trousers and stepped around the side of the sofa. Paola was startled and automatically attempted to cover herself but I commanded her to continue and knelt down between her legs and began to lick her oozing slit. The bitch was wet, her tangy juices flowing into my mouth and down my chin. As I concentrated my wagging tongue on her stiff clit, I reached up and pinched her nipples, which only had the effect of deepening her moans and causing her hips to buck against my chin. I reached further and put my hand over hers, grasping the dildo, and pushed it into her mouth. Paola gagged, but I knew she was loving it from the way she thrust her cunt at my mouth.



I continued to savage her clit until I could tell she was ready to cum. Her entire body shook and her little cunt went into spasms around my tongue. Before I knew what was happening, she arched her back and emitted a stream of hot, viscous juice into my face as she twisted and writhed beneath me. I took the dildo from her mouth and rammed it deep into her gaping hole and then went back down to sucking her sloppy clit. Pulling on it with my lips, I brought her to a second, quick orgasm, and then told her to describe the video to me.



“A young girl is on her knees, sucking a large black man’s cock. He is grabbing her pigtails—she has red hair and freckles—using them like handles to pull her head into his groin. He’s raping her mouth and now…” she gasped…”now he’s coming great quantities onto her face, filling her mouth and eyes, shooting it into her red hair…



“Another one is starting; the girl is undressing, acting sexy, slowly showing her tits, which are tiny, like mine. She has a very short “school-girl” plaid skirt, and is turning around to show that she’s naked underneath. Her cunt lips are puffy, and now a man’s hand goes between her legs. Oh god…” and her breath catches “…he’s fingering her asshole. She’s kneeling down now, taking his cock in her fist and licking around the head, tasting the saltiness of his pre-cum no doubt.”



Paola was rocking her hips against the dildo and my tongue. Her voice was a dull monotone, describing each act of facial abuse, how the semen shot forth and splattered the young models’ mouths. But then she became animated again, as she described the next clip.



“It’s an Asian woman…oh, it’s a genuine bukkake scene. She has her panties on but has removed her bra and is holding a clear glass plate under her chin. There are dozens of men in their underwear, holding their cocks and stroking them. The first one has just come on her and it’s slowly sliding down her face. Now the next one has spurted and it too is dripping from her cheek. Another now, less forceful, and now another—this is a big load, and it drips off her lips and onto the glass plate. The camera position is now underneath the plate, I’m watching the cum accumulate. Oh my god, there are dozens of men yet to go; they’re all going to come on her. Oh fuck…”



I stuck my index finger into Paola’s asshole and then slipped my middle finger in as well. Now both holes were filled and my tongue continued to lash her clit. Her mouth was filled with words, dribbling out the descriptions of the action on the television. “Another shot and another; they’re relentless, she’s coated in a sea of cum,” she said. “She’s so lucky.”



Then my Paola came again. I pulled the dildo from her cunt and she squirted into my face again, the last few words that escaped were, “she’s drinking the contents of the plate, swallowing all that cum.



“Please let me suck you.”



I was ready, and withdrew the dildo from her cunt, stepping out of my trousers. My cock sprung lewdly in front of my, and I guided Paola onto her back, with her head hanging over the edge of the sofa. I placed my cock over her face, settling my balls on her lips and she began to suck and lick them. Her body was crunched on the couch, and I directed that she raise her ass against the backrest so she could drape her legs over the back. A large dollop of precum oozed from the tip of my cock and onto her neck. I spread her legs and slapped her cunt, then grabbed the slick dildo and slowly plugged it into her asshole. Pulling back for a moment, I eased my cock into her waiting mouth, sliding down into her throat until my balls covered her eyes.



“You dirty bitch,” I said as I began to thrust and fuck her throat, “coming home to masturbate without my permission.” A little whimper escaped but I continued stuffing her mouth with my erection. I slapped her cunt again. “You’re just a whore, aren’t you? You worthless cunt.” I was in a good rhythm now, stroking my cock between her lips, feeling the tip enter the top of her oesophagus. I wasn’t going to last long, I wanted to come as much as Paola needed to drink it.



And I knew she needed it. Her hands went over her head and around my waist, reaching for my ass cheeks and pulling me even deeper into her mouth. “Go ahead, bitch,” I commanded, “I know you want to…finger my asshole.” Paola wasted no time sliding her index finger up my ass. We both knew that would cause me to come almost immediately; it’s what we both needed and wanted.



She gagged a bit when I exploded in her mouth, emptying the contents of my balls so deep into her throat I doubt she even tasted it. And unbelievably, her cunt was oozing and going into spasm again. I pulled out and squeezed the last drops of my load onto her lips, which she hungrily licked off. My legs were weak as I stood up, and I collapsed into the club chair. The video had ended at some point.



“Take that cock out of your ass and bring me a drink,” I said. Paola was still in the same position. “And get off the rest of those clothes.” She straightened up slowly and stripped the rest of her dishevelled clothing off, leaving nothing but the glistening juices of her cunt gracing her flesh as she went to the kitchen. A few moments she returned with a cold glass of white wine which she handed me before kneeling at my feet and started to gently stroke my limp cock.



“Thank-you, sir,” she said. “Thank you for the multiple orgasms and the load of cum to swallow.”



“We obviously need to talk about what happened here today,” I said. “Don’t we?”



Paola’s head and voice both dropped. “Yes, Sir.”



“Why were you home early?”



“I had hoped to surprise you with a nice dinner. I signed an important contract this morning and thought I’d treat myself with the afternoon off. I stopped at the market for some steaks, and then had the idea to buy some new knickers to wear while I served you. I went into a sex shop and saw this video on the shelf and was irresistibly drawn to it. I had only intended to skim over it while I cooked, but with each passing scene, I slowly lost my resistance. It made me so randy.



“I’m sorry, Sir.”



“I’ve always known you liked sucking cock, known you like feeling it hit your face before you scoop it into your mouth. What’s special about this?”



“I’m not sure,” she replied, pensively, “maybe it’s the anonymity, especially in the bukkake scene. All those random cocks, all that anonymous cum drenching that lucky slut.”



“And you’d like to be that slut, wouldn’t you?”



She didn’t answer, but sighed heavily and tellingly. I reached down and put my hand behind her head, then yanked her hair back, so she was looking into my face, repeating, “Wouldn’t you?”



“Yes, Sir,” she whispered haltingly.



“So my cock isn’t enough, doesn’t satisfy you, is that it? You need more?”



“Oh, no, Sir,” she quickly replied, kneeling up straight and lowering her head to my lap, “Oh no. I love your cock. You treat me so well, better than I have ever deserved. I live to serve you, to serve your cock. You fulfill me, complete me. No, Sir. Your cock is my world. I am your slave, and no others’. I love you”.



“Hmm,” I said, as if unconvinced. But I knew that Paola spoke truly. And it was reciprocal: her subservience filled a hole in my life I’d never been able to define before. She was my ideal woman, physically—petite and with an olive complexion, totally committed to our mutual pleasure, dark, doe-like eyes, small tits and short hair, incredibly smart and well bred. She’s at home in a board room and a captain of industry (if such a thing exists in this post-industrial age), well read and erudite, a decent cook and total slut. And yes, I love her too.



“I’m going to have a shower, and you can make the dinner—I hope you got the ingredients for the dinner before your trip to the sex shop.”



“I did, and I will, Sir,” she said. “Can I bring you a second glass of wine?”



“That’s my good girl,” I said, rising. There was a drop of cum dribbling from my cock, and I squeezed it out and offered it her. Paola extended her tongue and took the drop, almost like a communicant receiving the Blessed Sacrament.



As the hot water ran over my body, I thought about how to make Paola’s fantasy a reality. It excited me, thinking of actually whoring out my little slut. But while it was all well and good to let her suck random cock, I needed to be in charge—without any skills as a pimp. I thought about the possibility of asking colleagues from the office, but that was certainly not “anonymous” enough; most of my colleagues already knew Paola for the business leader she was. And then I remembered my “poker buddies”. There was a random group.



Once a month, I play poker with five other fellows; we met at the race track a couple of summers ago and typically meet for our games in the back room of a small bar in the far reaches of Queens, not far from Aqueduct. But on at least two occasions, we’ve relocated to the home of one of the other guys; in both cases because of babysitting conflicts. The games don’t go on too late, and they’ve always been relatively low-stake. I wasn’t sure that I wanted to bring these guys to my apartment, but getting a suite at a Midtown hotel wouldn’t be out of the question. I’d make some lame excuse, and bring Paola along as the “hostess”.



I turned off the water and drew back the shower curtain. There was Paola, on her knees on the bathmat, with my next drink on a silver salver held above her head. Naturally, she was nude.



“How’s dinner coming along?” I asked, deliberately ignoring the earlier topic.



“Fine, Sir. It will be ready to be served when you’re through here.” Her eyes were lowered, and I placed my hand under her chin, forcing her to look at me. “I’m sorry, Sir,” she added.



“For what?”



“For causing you any distress,” she replied, a tear welling in her eye.



“I’m not distressed, Paola. I’m quite happy.” I wiped away the tear. “Now go get the dinner ready and I’ll be along shortly.”



She smiled at my smile. “Yes, Sir,” she said, rising and exiting the bathroom. Did I mention Paola possesses the most perfect ass? I love watching her leave a room. I also love fucking that tight, dark hole.



*




I came to the table wearing just my dressing gown, and Paola served me naked, placing my plate down before me and topping off my wine glass. Never presumptuous, the place opposite was empty, but I asked her to join me. Naturally, as befitting her general breeding and good taste, the steak was excellent, perfectly done. We ate in relative silence, only occasionally commenting about our workdays. I explained to her how it was that I came home early, and what a pleasant surprise it was to find her as I did, causing her to blush a little, in spite of all our intimacies over the years.



When I finished, I pushed back and adopted a serious mien.



“I’ve thought a lot about your comments earlier,” I started, causing her to blush again, “and I’ve decided to help you realise your fantasy.”



“Oh, no, Sir! Please! I’m so sorry!”



“Hush now, my sweet. We both know you’re a slut, and I’ve made you my whore…Isn’t that correct?”



“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.



“Well, I’ve decided it’s about time you were drenched in cum. But of course there will be certain ground rules.” I explained my idea of hosting a poker night at a hotel. Paola would act as a paid hostess, serving drinks and sandwiches in a revealing costume and eventually letting her mouth be raped by all the men there. And though I’d permit them to finger her cunt and ass, only I would be allowed to fuck her. And that would probably only be after the others left.



Paola was curiously quiet. “Well?” I asked, “does this idea have any appeal?”



Her head was lowered, and she merely nodded.



“Speak up, my love, I can’t hear you. The idea made you wet, didn’t it?”



Again, she nodded, eyes still lowered.



“Show me,” I said.



Paola reached between her legs and slid her fingers between her labia, and found that yes, she was quite wet. Raising the index and middle finger of her right hand in a sort of erotic salute for my view, I could see them glistening with her oozings.



“Lick them,” I ordered, and she did. “So, why the hesitation? Speak up.”



“It frightens me. It will be so humiliating.”



“You’ll look just like one of the dirty sluts in that video of yours. Maybe I should film you getting your mouth raped repeatedly, having your face slathered with gobs of anonymous cum. Then you could watch yourself in all your whoredom whenever you want. And so could I. Would you like that?”



She nodded her affirmation and whispered, “Thank you, Sir.” I noticed her nipples were stiff and distended. My cock was stirring again, but I could wait.



“Anything for my good girl,” I said. “Now, let’s get this cleaned up and afterwards, you can get into the shower then show me your gratitude.”



Paola rose and gathered the dishes and headed to the kitchen. I could see a slime trail down the inside of her thigh and as she collected my plate, I fondled her cunt and sucked a nipple; then I offered my wet fingers to her mouth, which she hungrily licked clean.



“You’re so good to me, Sir,” she said gratefully.



“I love you, my little slut.”



*




That night I fucked Paola’s ass. After her shower, I sent her to bed and told her to “assume the position”. An hour later when I got into the room, she was kneeling on the bed, with her arms stretched out grabbing the rail of the footboard, her tits pushed into the duvet and her ass high and inviting in the air. I told her what a dirty slut she was, what a whore. I told her how disgusting it was to know that she was thinking about—wanting, craving, lusting for—a face full of sticky, stinking cum from anonymous men. She whimpered but said nothing. I jammed my fingers into her cunt and found it already moist. “You disgusting bitch,” I said, fingering her roughly, “you really can’t help yourself from becoming turned on. What a whore.”



I pulled out my hand and brought it down firmly on the pale orbs of her ass. Again and again I struck her, reddening her cheeks to a fiery crimson colour, ignoring her whimpers, moans and tears; she knew better than to complain. And of course she wouldn’t because each stroke, each slap, only excited her more. As the tender flesh of her ass was inflamed with my beating, so was her lust, her desire. Of course it had a similar effect on me: my cock was stiff and protruding lewdly, dribbling pre-cum and aching to plunge between the tight ring of muscle protecting her darkest hole. I tested her readiness by again fingering her cunt, shoving first two, then three and finally four fingers into her dripping, oozing gash. My thumb pressed roughly against the little bean of her clit, and I could feel her grasping at my fingers, bringing herself to the brink of orgasm. All the while I kept up the banter of degradation, verbally abusing her for her slovenly, sluttish, whoring desires.



I withdrew my slime-covered fingers, dripping with her juices, and could see her gaping hole pucker and quiver, the muscles clutching at the air, willing me to reinsert them. But instead, I slide two into her asshole. Paola moaned deeply, the mixture of pleasure and pain singing through her whimpers. Climbing onto the bed, I looked into the mirror on the dresser immediately in front of us, and saw Paola’s face wincing with each thrust.



“Are you wet enough, bitch?” I asked, “Are you ready to get a good, hard reaming?” Paola looked up, into the mirror, into my eyes, and merely nodded. “I can’t hear you, slut,” I yelled. “Are you ready to get your ass fucked?”



“Yes, Sir,” she moaned, barely audible.



Positioning myself between her legs, I spit on her asshole and worked the saliva deep into her. Unable to resist the temptation before me, I ran the tip of my cock over her hard little clit causing her sphincter to grasp at my fingers. Grabbing her hips with both hands, I sunk my cock to the balls into her dripping slit—”Just for a little more lubrication,” I assured her. Then, spitting at her dirty hole again, I withdrew and positioned the head of my cock at the now-gaping opening and slid forward. She was tight and hot. The heat which emanated from her rosy cheeks against my groin fuelled my lust and I pounded into her, stroke after stroke as I pulled on her hips. Paola clenched the footboard tightly, and I watched the pain and emotion on her face in the mirror as I reamed her ass again and again.

“Don’t you wish you were getting your face fucked now at the same time?” I asked. “Wouldn’t you love to be sucking cock whilst getting this ass-fucking?” Paola opened her eyes and looked into mine, via the mirror. Her hair was plastered to her face with perspiration; a sheen of glistening sweat coated her entire body. I knew she was loving being pierced this way; she was responding in a frenzied way, pushing back voluntarily against my powerful strokes. I reached between her legs and grabbed her clit—so hard, so distended, so wanting. As I continued pounding her dirty hole, I tugged the clit, jerking it roughly, and could feel her beginning to orgasm. Her breathing was ragged and she gasped in air and held it as long as she could, attempting to hyperventilate to orgasm.



My own ejaculation was about to fill her ass with the rising tide of my salty semen. The balls, sweaty and slapping against her puffy labia tightened and my thigh muscles stiffened as I was about to empty into her. But I pulled back, so just the head of my cock was still inside the ring of her sphincter, and let loose with a load groan. Whether or not Paola came then as well I couldn’t tell and didn’t care. I let go of her clit and grabbed my shaft, coaxing the remnants of my ejaculate into her.



I too was coated with a sheen of perspiration when I pulled out of her with an audible “plop”, a string of cum from the slit of my cock to her asshole still connecting us.



“Push,” I ordered, “push it out.” This was an easy command to follow as I’d dumped my load right behind the opening of her pouting orifice. As I settled back on my haunches, I cupped my hand under her cunt and when she pushed, my white cum oozed out and down over her lips and onto my fingers. “Goddamn, but you’re a mess, you slut.” A beautiful mess, I added silently. When my cupped hand was filled with all that glorious cum, I bade her to turn around. “Lick it up, bitch,” I commanded and she hungrily lapped at my sticky fingers and palm with her tongue, greedily taking the spunk that had so recently spewed into her asshole. I leaned back in the bed and directed her head to my crotch, allowing her to lick my softening cock clean and suck out any residual cum. When she’d satisfied us both that I was completely voided, she looked into my eyes and placed a hand on my chest and said, “Thank you, Sir.”



We had a quick shower where I peed on her clit and let her pee into her hand—a little routine we’ve developed. Then we went to bed and spooned, my soft cock safely nestled between her still-warm ass cheeks, falling quickly asleep.



*




The next morning I began to work out the details of Paola’s first bukkake. My monthly poker “buddies” would be the perfect foils for fulfilling Paola’s dirtiest fantasy. As our next regular night wasn’t for two weeks, that gave me enough time to contact everyone and make a reservation for a suite in Midtown. The first to respond was Henry Willis, a large black man who worked for the Sanitation Department; although it had been many years since he worked “in the field” (as he so euphemistically put it), he did not have the physique of a desk-jockey. Eddie Chong, an accountant from Flushing was also available and game; he was excited by the location. Jimmy Doyle was a school superintendent from the Bronx and Hector Lopez, a wiry little immigration lawyer from Carroll Gardens were both in. I gave none of them any idea of the special treat I had in store.



When I got the final response from Hector, it was evening. Paola and I had just finished dinner and I called her into the living room. She was already naked, and I had her squat down on her haunches before me, spreading her crotch and exposing her cunt. “Put your hands behind your head,” I commanded, “and lace your fingers together.” I wanted to watch her cunt as I laid out the plan. “Five guys,” I said, “Five cocks for you.” Paola trembled slightly. “You’ll like that, won’t you?” She nodded and said, “Yes, Sir.” I described each of the guys. “We’ll each take a turn with your mouth, I imagine. That should be perfect for a cocksucker like you.” I could see Paola’s cunt begin to glisten with moisture and he nipples stiffen. “Of course we could probably all take you at once too. A cock in each hole and one in each hand. But I don’t know who’d I’d let fuck your ass and cunt—they really do belong just to me. I don’t mind sharing your mouth and face—hell, they can even abuse those pointy little tits of yours—but the ass and cunt, no. They’re mine. Isn’t that right, slut?”



“Yes, Sir.”



“But the idea does excite you. I can see it in your dirty slutty cunt now. You’re wet, aren’t you?”



“Yes, Sir.”



“Jerk your clit, baby. I want to watch a while.”



Paola lowered her arms and with one hand spread her lips wide, then began to finger her little bean. “Thank you, Sir.” Closing her eyes, she slid into reverie, holding her squatting position and careful and conscious of giving me a clear view. I found it arousing. She’s such a dirty girl, a hungry, craving, wanton slut. And I told her so. I unzipped my trousers, taking out my cock, which was already oozing pre-cum, then took one of our toys—a large black dildo with a suction-cup base—and smeared the head with my drippings. Placing the toy at the hungry mouth of her snatch, I eased it into her, setting the base firmly against the floor. I didn’t need to say more: Paola lowered herself onto the toy and began to slowly ride the thing, the fingers on her clit now moving faster as she approached orgasm. I stepped in font of her and ordered her to open her eyes as I began to stroke my cock, inches from her mouth. Her eyes were locked on the slit and I could feel her willing my cum to spurt on her face. It took significant self-control on my part not to just plug her mouth and fuck it. But I resisted. Paola licked her lips and gasped as my hand rapidly pulled my cock, swirling the pre-cum over the head, pulling the slit open for her view.



“What do you want, bitch?”



“Your cum, Sir.”



“Where do you want it, slut?”



“On my face, Sir.”



“Why, whore?”



“Because I’m a dirty slut, Sir; your dirty whore. Because I love your cum.”



“And not just mine. You can’t wait to have those other four cocks fucking your face, can you?”



“No, Sir.”



“You want to drink quarts of cum, don’t you?”



“Oh, yes, Sir. Oh yes.”



With that, Paola began to tremble and orgasm, rocking her hips frantically against the dildo, slapping her own clit with her hand. And as her mouth opened and she gasped for air, my cum spewed from the slit, arching across the synapse between my cock and her lips. I let the salty drops of spunk stay on her cheek and mouth then reached between her legs and extricated the dildo. It was covered with her slime. Telling her to put her hands behind her head again, I offered her my softening cock to suck out the remaining drops before I pulled out and inserted the dildo. She looked horrid, like a complete whore. I went and had a shower, leaving her like that. When I came back later, she was coated with her own saliva and tears, almost gagging on the dildo. Then I let her have a shower and get ready for bed.



*




We met at the hotel two days later, at lunch hour. We’d both taken the afternoon off, and had a pleasant lunch, winding down from the week’s work and getting excited about the upcoming event. Paola was wearing a conservative grey business suit, with a white silk blouse. I told her she should wear that to start during the party, but then I handed her a package from my favourite lingerie store. “I want you to wear this underneath. You’ll be able to strip down as the night goes on.” As usual, she had no panties on (it was a standing order), but I did allow her a bra for business wear. She took the package from my hand; “Open it,” I said. Inside were the tiniest pair of panties I could find: just a diaphanous triangle of black lace for her cunt, with three strings. There was also a bra, of the same fabric and cut; just two tiny black triangles that would barely conceal her nipples. I had deliberately selected black so it would be enticingly visible through her blouse. As Paola held up the lingerie, I slid my fingers between her legs, to test her wetness. My good girl was getting excited. I slid my middle finger through her slimy labia and tugged on her clit.



“Just think of all the fingers that are going to be up that cunt before the night’s over,” I said. “You can’t wait, can you?”



“No, Sir,” she said. “I’m probably going to orgasm frequently.”



“Even before you start sucking all that cock?”



“Perhaps, Sir. You know what a slut I am.”



“Yes, I do,” I said. “I might even get you to squirt for the boys.”



Paola shuddered with pleasure. “I may very well. If you’re the one that’s fingering me at the time, Sir. You know how to ‘push my button’.” She smiled, slyly.



We finished our lunch and then went up to the suite. There was a bedroom, large bath and living room with a table and chairs for the poker game. I had ordered a bar to be set up, and some trays of snacks—little sandwiches and other munchies. Paola would be serving these. I sent her in to take a bath, instructing her to pay extra attention to her cunt and ass, though I didn’t really need to of course—Paola is always meticulous in her preparations for sex. Smooth and soft and clean enough to eat, as I frequently do.



She came out of the bath naked, her cunt freshly shaved, and stood before me for inspection. Her nipples were hard as I pinched them, sending a shiver of pleasurable pain down her spine. I parted her labia and was happy to find she was moist. Her labia were puffy with anticipation. Slipping my cunt-slickened finger up her tight asshole, Paola’s nipples extended even further. I handed her a g-string to step into: it was the tiniest triangle of black lace that hardly covered her cunt. Indeed as I tugged it into place, I could almost see her distended clit hood peaking over the top of the lace. I was enjoying dressing her, and put on the bra. It was too small: her nipples stretched the flimsy fabric to the limit, her large, dark areolae were clearly visible on either side of the delicate triangles.



My cock was stiff and leaking, but there was no time. Besides, I was hoping to spill a huge load into her cunt when I finally fucked her. But that would be much later. Now I had her put on the white blouse, again, just a little snug, hugging her form. The black fabric of the tiny bra was clearly visible: she looked like a whore needing to be fucked.



The skirt I provided was very short, just barely covering her arse cheeks, and then the finally, a pair of four-inch high stiletto heals. “Look at yourself in the mirror,” I said, and she did. “How do you like it?”



“I look like a whore,” she smiled.



“Today you are, baby. Daddy’s little cum-slut is going pro. Now sit down and relax until I call for you. Think about the fat cocks that will be fucking your mouth; think about all the cum you’ll get to drink.”



“I doubt that will be very relaxing,” she demurred.



With that there was a knock at the door to the suite, and I closed the bedroom door behind me and let in Henry and Eddie. Just as I was about the close the door the elevator down the hall opened and Jimmy and Hector stepped out. “Good,” I called, “we’re all here.”



When they were in the room, Hector asked what the special occasion was. “Oh,” I said, “I just thought we’d do something interesting for a change. Spice things up.”



“This kip up must have set you back a few bob,” Jimmy said.



“I had a good month,” I replied, “thought I’d spread the wealth.”



The guys sat around the card table and I broke open two new packs of cards. “Anybody want a drink?” I asked as I began to shuffle and deal out the first hand.



“Sure,” said Henry as he began to get up.



“Sit,” I said, “it’s covered.” I clapped my hands and the bedroom door opened and Paola came into the room. Four pairs of eyes turned to her, and four chins dropped at the sight as I dealt out the remaining cards.



“Miss P, our guests would like something to drink,” I said as nonchalantly as possible, although my heart was pounding in my chest to see my little bitch about to begin her “service”, benign as it was.



“Yes, Sir,” she said approaching the table. “What will you gentlemen have?” she asked. Jimmy wasn’t shy, maybe he quickly assessed the situation: “I wouldn’t mind a taste of you,” he said.



“To drink, Sir” Paola retorted, adding somewhat cryptically, “It’s early yet.”



“Scotch rocks, then,” Jimmy replied and the other added their orders. They all looked at me questioningly, and I kept my best poker face attempting to give away nothing yet. When each of the men were served, Paola stood before me asking, “And what will be your pleasure, Sir?”



“A Pinot Grigio, Miss P., if you please.”



“It’s always my pleasure to serve you, Sir,” she said, smiling, as she walked to the bar. When she put my drink on the coaster next to me, I picked up a five-dollar chip and offered it to her between two fingers. “I don’t suppose you have any pockets in that outfit, do you?” I asked.



“No, Sir. But I’ll make do.” Paola took the chip and unbuttoned the top two buttons of her blouse, sliding the chip into her bra, just over the left nipple. The fellows watched in rapt attention, and Hector squirmed a little in his seat. I could only imagine that his cock was stiffening and needed readjustment.



Henry quickly won the first two hands, though the play wasn’t as nimble and lively as usual. There were long pauses as all heads turned in unison watching Paola strut around the table. When Jimmy’s drink was finished, Paola went to him and bent over, to whisper in his ear, allowing those behind her a full view of her arse and those before her a good look down her blouse. Jimmy whispered something in reply and Paola went back to the bar, telling him he was naughty as she got him another drink. This time Jimmy tipped her as well, with a ten-dollar chip, that she slipped into the other cup of her bra.



Eddie’s drink was also wanting, and Paola fetched him another. He had the ten-dollar chip ready even before the drink was poured and he looked at us saying, “I wonder where she’s going to put this one?” I wondered as well, but without missing a beat, Paola slid the chip under her skirt and into her g-string. We played a few more hands, but it was obvious to all by then that the game was not progressing with the distraction. It was my turn to deal again and I mentioned to Paola that Hector wasn’t having very good luck this evening.



“Why don’t you go and blow on his cards, Miss P.?” I suggested.



“Just his cards, Sir?” Paola replied, coyly.



I dealt the cards and Paola stood behind Hector, rubbing her hands over his shoulders and chest and when he had his full hand, she bent down and blew onto his cards, allowing her hands to slide across his lap. From the way Hector moved in his chair I could tell that Paola was squeezing his erection. His face was practically smothered between her breasts.



“Shit, man,” Henry said, “it’s getting hot in here.”



“Yes,” I added. “Very hot. Don’t you think so, Miss P.”



“I do, Sir,” Paola answered, and straightened up and unbuttoned her blouse, tossing it aside. “That’s better,” she said.



“Not for me,” Eddie said.



“Then allow me to help,” Paola said, going to him. He turned in his chair and she unbuttoned his shirt, and began to lick his nipples as she removed the shirt from his shoulders. Gradually sinking to her knees, she licked down his to the belly until she got to his belt buckle. We could all see Eddie’s cock pushing the fabric of his trousers towards the girl’s throat.



“Still hot?” she asked. Eddie could only nod his head in ascent. “Perhaps if you took off your trousers,” she suggested, undoing his belt and lowering the zipper.



Eddie stood up and allowed his trousers to fall to the floor. His stiff cock was protruding from the fly of his boxers. This was the moment of truth, the moment Paola desired, the moment I’d been waiting for: to see my little slut prostitute herself.



“Oh my,” Paola said, wrapping her fingers around his erection. “It’s leaking.” With that she extended her tongue to just graze the tip of his cock, before sliding his hard rod between her sweet lips.



“Sweet mother,” Jimmy said, standing and undoing his trousers. He already had an erection and drop his briefs as well, standing next to Paola’s face, stroking it. She turned to look and reached out for his cock, abandoning Eddie and slurping Jimmy into her mouth. Eddie just stepped back and removed the rest of his clothes then sat on the sofa and slowly stroked himself as he watched.



It was my turn to join the fray, and take control of the situation. I took Eddie’s seat at the card table and turned the chair outward to the action. “Miss P.,” I said, harshly, “you’re a very naughty girl.” Paola stopped bobbing her head up and down Jimmy’s cock. “Come here and assume the position.”



Reluctantly, Paola released Jimmy, a trail of saliva and pre-cum drooping from his cock to her lips. She lost no time lying across my lap and I raised her skirt and brought my hand sharply across her arse. “You’re a slut,” I said, smacking her again. Jimmy, Henry and Hector joined Eddie on the sofa, unconscious of each other, all eyes fixed on Paola’s rapidly reddening arse. “Such a dirty, whorish slut,” I added.



“I know, Sir,” she whimpered through her tears, “I can’t help it. I love to suck cock.”



“Don’t be harsh, dude,” Hector said, “she’s only doing what she loves.”



I stuck two fingers into her dripping cunt. “And look at this,” I cried in mock amazement, turning her bottom for the guys to see, “Her cunt is dripping wet! Have you ever seen such a dirty cock-sucking slut?”



“Thank you, Sir,” Paola directed at Hector. “I’m only doing what I love, Sir. Please don’t spank me anymore.”



“Shut up, bitch,” I said. “There’s only one way to treat a cock-sucker like you. Like the slut you are.”



“Sweet Jesus,” Henry said, raising. He was still completely dressed, but also erect, his cock making an impressive tent is his trousers. “Let me teach her.” Henry exposed his rod, which was massive, at least eight-inches long and as broad as Paola’s wrist. “Come here, bitch,” he barked, “I’m going to fuck your face.” I released Paola and helped her to her feet, taking the skirt off before she stumbled across the room to where Henry stood. She knelt before him and reached out for his huge tool, but he told her to grab her ankles and not say a word. Grabbing the back of her head he plunged his big black cock between her lips until his balls were slapping her chin.



“You want cock,” he said, “You got cock.” He began to pound into her head, oblivious to her gagging and struggling, but I noticed that she didn’t dare release the grip on her ankles. The other three were naked now and stood in a circle around my delicious little bitch as her mouth was repeatedly raped. I was behind her, and undid the hooks of her bra, allowing it to fall forward. The two chips that had been hidden there bounced to the floor and I tossed them onto my pile on the table.



Henry’s pounding was relentless and I was surprised and impressed at how well Paola handled it. She wasn’t gagging now, but accepting all the meat down her throat with every thrust. I decided to urge him on, so said, “A bitch like this doesn’t deserve a mouthful of cum, man. You should dump it on her face, Henry.” The other joined in. “Yeah, Hank, spill your load on her face.” “That’s what the slut deserves.” “Pump it, man, pump it.”



This had the effect I was hoping for and Henry was getting close to busting his nut. “Go for it man, give her the facial,” I prompted. I felt like the evil angel on his shoulder, putting thoughts of debauchery into his head.

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